January 31, 2005

While I'm posting sound bites...

I think I really like iCal. Still getting used to it; I've been a "paper calendar on the wall" kind of girl since I can remember, so I'm a little leery of not having a tangible schedule hanging by the phone. Maybe I'll move my phone to ease myself in a little.

I like having alarms. "Go get Sam from school!" "RSVP about playgroup!" "Send your brother a birthday card!" Nice. I needed an extra mother nagging me to get things done, I think.

posted by Carrie at 11:39 AM

January 24, 2005


Too much new stuff. A good problem to have, of course. I'm too busy exploring and learning to remember to post.


posted by Carrie at 10:58 AM

January 17, 2005

Mmmm, fried fish

Last night, lying in bed, we heard a brief, loud "Pop!" from downstairs. Eric asked, "Was that Sam?"

"No, it was from downstairs. Did the dishwasher kick into another cycle?"

"I'm not running the dishwasher."

Silence. "Will you go check, please?" He got up, and I hovered my hand over my cell phone, waiting for...a gunshot? Yelling? Eric hollering for me to get the kids out of the house?

He came back up soon, holding in his hand the heater from the fishtank, the glass tube of which had cracked and broken off into the water. "It was still trying to heat the tank, sending little electrical currents into the water, too."

Miraculously, the fish seem okay, but now it's really cold in there. I suppose I'll have to drag the kids out to the pet store now, since I don't anticipate the air getting any warmer around here for a while.

posted by Carrie at 09:08 AM

January 14, 2005


Did you know that bubblewrap was originally meant as textured wallpaper?

posted by Carrie at 06:03 PM

January 13, 2005

We're all going to die

It was in the forties, I think, yesterday, and lots of the snow melted. Not enough, though - not enough to clear all the storm grates, so there was lots of water backed up everywhere. Then it rained and stormed, leaving more water about (our sump pump ran almost continuously). Now it's snowing, and it's supposed to drop to five below zero. I'm afraid to leave the house; we're going to be buried under a solid slab of ice. They're also saying that power lines may freeze and that we could lose power. Hmm, loss of power + temps below zero = bad, bad, deadly bad.

Here's hoping the weathermen are simply carrying on with their usual pattern of being wrong most of the time.

posted by Carrie at 08:26 AM

January 11, 2005

Good Coffee

This thing makes the best coffee. We found ours for around two bucks at the grocery store, too. Beats our old drip machine, hands down.

posted by Carrie at 12:57 PM

January 08, 2005


We're bored. Eric's at the store, I cleaned the bathroom, the boys just woke up from naps. Nothing else is on tap for today. I can't even make myself write a journal entry with the computer issues I'm having.

I could clean Sam's room, but that would take more motivation than I possess.

posted by Carrie at 02:02 PM

January 06, 2005


Up to his hips, and still coming down!

posted by Carrie at 08:32 AM

January 04, 2005

They're coming from inside the house!

Noises, that is. Maybe.

You want to know how to guarantee that your wife will not sleep well? Wake her from a sound sleep, as you're coming to bed, and say,"I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I think there's a creature in the attic." Yeah. And nobody comes out to houses to check for that sort of thing in the middle of the night.

No sounds this morning. I'm thinking it may have been a squirrel on the roof. Eric says he may borrow a ladder to get a look for himself. I'm going to make a t-shirt that says, "2005, Go Home."

posted by Carrie at 10:43 AM

December 15, 2004

Weird tidbits

Sam is trotting in circles around the house, chanting, "Minnesota. Minnesota. Minnesota."

Gabe had a long, happy discussion with me at 6:30 this morning. I had put him to the breast, but he just held it in his hands and flirted with me. I told him, "There are darn few people in this world who could have me wide-awake at this hour and not have me cross at them."

I think I have a crush on House. I know I do, in fact; I dreamed about him last night. I get crushes in the strangest directions.

posted by Carrie at 08:41 AM

December 10, 2004

The things you find on the 'net

I was looking for my old composition teacher's address to send him a Christmas card (it's an annual thing, looking for his address; I never manage to hold onto it for a whole year), and I found his web page. Look what was on it.

That's a very young Carrie and Eric all the way on the right.

posted by Carrie at 09:49 AM

December 04, 2004

Froogle Wishlist

Did you know you could make a wishlist on Froogle? Take that, Amazon.

posted by Carrie at 04:57 PM

December 03, 2004


Eric's out with the guys tonight. "Yay" for him; "Holy heck" for me. I don't want to think about getting Sam down by myself while juggling the baby. I've done it before, but it doesn't get easier, or at least it hasn't yet.

But for right now, he wants me off the computer so he can have it some more. I'm thinking baths for both might be a good move; it's more work, but it settles Sam down a lot.

posted by Carrie at 06:27 PM


Oh, man. I'm thinking of getting out the coffee maker again; I need something, here. Last night was nurse, nurse, nurse, wake up at 4:30 with a SCREECH because his nose was stuffy, nurse, nurse.

And now he's napping, and if Sam wakes him up, I'll lose my mind. Poor Sam; I tried to tell him that he could be as loud as he wants upstairs, but of course he doesn't want to play up there by himself. He wants to be down here with Gabe. Argh. I'm cuddling Sam and trying to interest him in quiet things, but that's not his current cuppa.

One more day until the weekend. (Why do I always think I'm going to get more sleep then, though?)

posted by Carrie at 10:16 AM

November 28, 2004

Words from my piano teacher

"When you practice, play slowly enough that you can do it perfectly. Every time you make a mistake in practice, you've just rehearsed that mistake."

You know what? That holds true with just about everything in life, including parenting. Food for thought.

posted by Carrie at 01:14 PM

November 26, 2004

Events of the day

We went out for Black Friday. Didn't buy any presents, though; I'm thinking everybody either gets gift certificates (easily packed) or stuff shipped to them from various web sources. Sam couldn't wrap his mind around the crowd; Gabe screamed. Eric couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that I like the crowded frenzy. Next year, I do this alone.

The tree is up; Gabe and I worked on it while Eric and Sam napped, and then we all put the ornaments on it together. Gabe thinks it's fascinating.

Sam is once more obsessed with our creche sets. I've had them out for fifteen minutes, and I've had to tell the nativity story twice and listen to Sam beg for more. (I then heard him making up his own lines - something about the wise men's camel crashing into the stable and the police being summoned.)

posted by Carrie at 05:24 PM

November 25, 2004


I feel like such a hypocrite. Do you guys think that there's any possible way to explain to a preschooler about the real, true history of Thanksgiving without traumatizing him? Yeah, I can't come up with anything. Instead, I told him a very basic, no-details story of the pilgrims, and then I told him that Thanksgiving was about thanking God for everything and everybody in our lives.

And the parade. And turkey. Of course, Sam, who has been enjoying making turkey crafts, now refuses to admit that the bird currently brining in our sink is a turkey. ("We don't eat a turkey!")

Eric's making: a turkey, homemade stuffing, brussels sprouts with bacon, carrots, and mashed potatoes. I'm making a pumpkin pie, and after dinner, Eric's making either pumpkin or eggnog ice cream.

Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate, and happy Thursday for those who don't. Hey, even if you don't celebrate the tradition, take a few minutes to feel thankful anyway. I know I feel pretty thankful right now, in spite of the stress of the year; I've got a great little family here, and that's more than enough.

posted by Carrie at 11:39 AM

November 23, 2004

Giving up; need a favor

I want to do our Christmas cards this year (I can only find one example of what I've done in years past, to give you an idea), but the Macintosh (with Photoshop!) is doing very weird things and crashing when I try to work. It's not as though I have oodles of time to do it, either.

I know exactly what I want. Is there anybody out there with a good graphics program and a bit of time to spare who can give me a hand? It shouldn't be too complicated, and I can give you everything you should need to do it. In exchange, I can barter something - maybe something knitted, baked, or even something from your wishlist. Help!

posted by Carrie at 04:23 PM

November 22, 2004

*Happy dancing*

My new nursing bras came! Mmmmm, comfy!

posted by Carrie at 05:03 PM

November 13, 2004

Out and about

We've been having fun, but my body's now paying for it. Yesterday I took Sam and Gabe out to our local Festival of Trees (though why this place has the thing before even Thanksgiving, I'll never know; they even had the holiday parade today!) to see Santa and let Sam do his "Christmas shopping" in a little elf-run workshop. Today we went out to eat and then to the Indian grocery (I got the new Daler Mendhi CD, too) and the mall.

Now I'm spotting again, where I had stopped bleeding after the birth, and I think I'm coming down with some sort of sore throat ick. Marvelous.

posted by Carrie at 08:14 PM

November 07, 2004


Mom and Grandma just left. Sam's sad, I'm sad, and Eric's sad that he no longer has a new captive audience to enjoy his cooking skills. Okay, he's sad because he'll miss them, too. We'll all miss them.

We got a Magic Cabin catalog in the mail, and now Sam keeps repeating how very much he needs this car system. He's becoming desperate, and he's only had the catalog for less than 24 hours. How long until Christmas, anyway?

Is it possible for Gabe to be less yellow, then more yellow throughout the day? Am I hallucinating?

posted by Carrie at 05:12 PM

November 05, 2004

All better now

Javier fixed it. Thanks, Javier!

Waiting to hear back from Gabe's doctor to see when they want to see him again for another draw. Poor baby; yesterday's test required more blood, so they had to take it out of both his little arms. They didn't want to let me nurse him through it, but I insisted. Mama Tiger's had about enough. I'll do whatever they need me to do, but not to comfort my child when he needs me goes beyond what I'm willing to accept. (I actually had one male lab tech in the hospital refuse to stick Gabe's heel while I was nursing; he claimed it was "against policy," even though I had just been told the day before that hospital policy was just the opposite. He left, and they sent another, more comfortable, tech to do the draw.)

Anyway, he looks less gold to me today. Yesterday's level was a low 13, so perhaps we can soon reach the 12 point mark where the doctor ways we can stop treatment again. Here's keeping my fingers crossed!

posted by Carrie at 10:08 AM

October 21, 2004

Happy Birthday To Me

Happy birthday to me!
I get to come downstairs for a while....
Happy birthday (and almost 2000 emails) to me!

Thank you all for all the emails and comments! I can't post much now, as this chair is simply killing my butt and I'm starving to death (go nursing for amping up one's metabolism), but I'll echo Eric's sentiment about it being a much rougher birth than we had with Sam. All's well that ends well, but it really took a lot out of me. He's precious, though. I'll post a picture as soon as I can, but he really looks different from Sam. He has dark hair, very dark eyes (I don't think they'll be brown, but they've got definite brown hues in the blue - maybe hazel?), and right now he looks like a Halloween pumpkin. We're hoping the jaundice will go away soon, but we'll need a bit more cooperation from Mr. Sun.

For now, everything else looks good. My milk is in, and Gabe's in love with my breasts. He's mostly quiet, sleeping as well as I could expect, and Sam's only come close to clobbering him a handful of times. My parents are here, so there's help with that. And it's my birthday! Life couldn't be finer.

posted by Carrie at 06:10 PM

October 14, 2004

Why am I up?

Eric had to be at the airport for a day business trip to Virginia by 6:20 this morning. (He'll be back home at his regular time.) Murphy's Law, of course, dictates that I will go into labor five minutes after his plane leaves the ground, so I'm just waiting.

Murphy's Law also apparently has dictated that if I do go into labor, it will be with a tired, cranky preschooler on my hands, as Sam woke up as Eric was leaving and now refuses to acknowledge it to be about an hour and a half before he's "supposed" to be awake. He's lying on the couch, yawning and grimacing with the effort to keep his eyes open, but he will not let me take him back upstairs.

Fun times ahead.

posted by Carrie at 06:15 AM

October 11, 2004

To market, to market

I'm ready to collapse.

Today's travels: Walgreen's to drop off prescriptions, Michael's Crafts, Joann's Fabrics, Target, WalMart (grabbed quick lunch there, too), over an hour drive to doctor, over an hour drive back, Menards home store, Walgreen's to retrieve prescriptions, hospital to check gift shop for "Big Brother" sweatshirt, Kohl's department store, Molbeck's health food store...

...and now home, to lie down and die.

posted by Carrie at 05:57 PM

To Do Today (or in the very near future)

  • Appointment with Dr. Bates this afternoon (backup OB for Andrea)
    • Call for specific directions
  • Make Sam a dental appointment for sometime in mid to late November, at earliest
  • Pick up Sam's rescue inhaler from the pharmacy in preparation for flu season
  • Hang emergency numbers by phone for the birth
  • Finish amassing birth supplies and birth supply location list in the corner of the dining room
  • Run bleach solution through water hose
  • Make the bed with shower curtains under mattress pad
  • Wash Beta's carseat cover (Now how the heck do I get it back on the carseat?!)
  • Clean out and vacuum car
  • Vacuum living room; sweep and mop kitchen and dining rooms
  • Find, buy, or otherwise obtain:
    • Sink adaptor for hose
    • Toilet paper
    • Tissues
    • Dishwasher detergent
    • Chux pads
    • Shampoo
    • Tarp for under birth pool
    • Orange and black body paint (Hee!)
    • Gentian violet (in case this persistent nipple pain (no white patches, but ouch) I've been having is thrush)

posted by Carrie at 09:39 AM

September 25, 2004

My hair

It's gone. It's an inch or so below my ears now, and it feels so light I don't know what to do about it. Bangs, too, even.

And I went with the color gloss in the end, since she said most people are doing "dark highlights" (what on earth?) this time of year, and those would wash me out. To my eye, I can't tell that she did anything at all to my color, but what do I know?

It looks nice, though. Pictures later, if Eric will just hook up the gosh-darn Mac...!

posted by Carrie at 03:36 PM

Last-minute advice

Hair appointment in approximately three hours. Today's package includes either highlights or a "color gloss." I've never colored my hair in any way, since I love my red and I'm a little paranoid about messing with it. And advice or suggestions? The stylist said she thought I'd look good with highlights, but I have no idea whether to believe her or not. In any case, I believe that I am going back to the style I showed in this blog entry.

posted by Carrie at 09:50 AM

September 20, 2004


If I said I was tired and not sleeping well, for what must be the 12,435,167th time, would you hold it against me? Last night it was nightmares about going into a haunted house and having my skin open up and bugs and worms writhe their way out of me. That, in between having to get up and pee every hour or so. And Sam yells in his sleep now: "Don't do dat! No, I don't want it! Miiiiiiiiiiiiine!"

Now the house is in its usual post-weekend pit state, and it would take me all day to clean it even if I was in my splendidly lithe (shaddup) non-pregnant state. As it is, I'm tempted to just take a broom to all the clutter in the living room and sweep it all into the basement. Dishes can go in the trash; we can go native and eat with our hands from now on. I'll hang curtains around the beds to avoid making them - and hey! Bonus! I can toss bedroom clutter onto the beds and have it hidden by those same curtains!

Six weeks left.

posted by Carrie at 09:46 AM

September 09, 2004


Thinking about getting my hair cut off again. Just about like this again:

Back in 2002

(That was taken back in 2002.) Mom brought a bunch of old pictures when she came, and I got to see how my hair had changed over time, and I really think that was a more flattering style for me. Dunno, though. I'll probably waffle on this for a while.

posted by Carrie at 10:51 AM

September 06, 2004

Happy Labor Day

Any plans? I don't think we have any...

Oh, yeah. Except waiting for the freaking plumbers to come over and see why we suddenly have what looks like a brand-new patch of water damage over the kitchen sink...

posted by Carrie at 09:35 AM

August 26, 2004


Okay, next time I make a request like that, just for myself, somebody slap a hand over my mouth and make me shut up. The universe has a nasty sense of humor.

Eric didn't get home until two hours past when he was supposed to. In the meantime, I tried to make Sam dinner, and suddenly found that half the outlets on the main floor had decided to die. No, it isn't a tripped breaker. I have no idea what it is.

Eric got home, started trying to figure it out, and had me call the home warranty people. Then we thought we smelled smoke. We of course panicked. The warranty people upgraded our problem to "emergency status."

My tooth started throbbing. No reason I can find for that except that I didn't look stricken enough.

The smoke smell went away. We thought it must have been somebody burning something outside. Eric stayed up to wait for the electrician to call, and I took Sam, my aching head, my twinging back, and my throbbing tooth to bed.

Now it's the next day, and no electrician has called. Eric called off the "emergency status," but I'm still upset about waiting. And my tooth still hurts, and I'm leaving a cloud of Bengay aroma everywhere I go, and Sam just came up to me with a puppet bear on his hand to tell me, "I very, very sorry." I suppose I'll find out why soon enough.

Anybody got a padded room for me? With working outlets, I hope.

posted by Carrie at 10:24 AM

August 19, 2004


Went to IKEA yesterday. Interestingly enough, Mom and I ended up liking exactly the same storage unit for our collections: this one, only in a single unit instead of two side-by-side cases. We also liked it better with glass shelves and with lights. Of course, neither of us were able to actually buy it yesterday; it was too big for Dad's car, and delivery was laughable in expense. Mom's going to get hers from an IKEA closer to her, and if we haven't managed to track down somebody with a large vehicle by November, Dad will bring his larger car up here and help me then.

It's pretty.

Sam pitched an 8.5-level temper tantrum halfway through our trip when Dad had the audacity to attempt to remove him from the ball basket to come find Mom and me. It was horrid. He calmed down a bit when we distracted him, but his major issue is that he hasn't really napped in three days now. Grandparents are exciting. He also hasn't nursed in three days, though I don't think that's linked; he's been really spacing his nursing for a while now. I don't know whether this is the end; we'll see. I have mixed feelings either way; I'll write more about that later.

posted by Carrie at 09:18 AM

August 16, 2004


Parents are here. Dad's on the couch, watching sports on TV; Mom's upstairs hanging out with Sam. Eric will be home in a while. So far, so good, and very low-key. Just what the doctor ordered.

Speaking of doctors, Sam had an appointment with the allergist this afternoon. Is it possible for an adult to be sending out some sort of weird, hyperactivity-inducing pheremones? Sam was his angel self for the nurses, but the moment the doctor entered the room, he turned into a howler monkey, jumping on furniture and going crazy when I tried to hold him. He wasn't upset; he was just up, like the Goodyear blimp. I could see pity in the doctor's eyes, but I was completely mystified by it all. This happened last time, too! He doesn't do this at his regular doctor, either. Ugh!

Sam says he wants to show Grandma "Lake Mi-gi-chan" and the dinosaurs at the zoo. Sounds like he has plans for the week. I just look forward to the rest.

posted by Carrie at 05:19 PM

August 15, 2004

Well, one out of three ain't bad

We got the basement semi-organized, at any rate. I suggested to Mom that perhaps we could daytrip to the Chicago area to the IKEA, since she, too, is in need of some way to organize and display her collection (snowglobes, in her case).

We got cable yesterday. Ostensibly, at least on my part, this was so we could get NBC (ungettable with our old bunny ears) and so Sam could see the Olympics; he likes gymnastics and diving, it seems. On the other hand, Eric was more than eager - avid, very excited - to embrace the idea and has watched much Food TV since it was installed. Sam likes the PBS On Demand function: his favorite shows, whenever he wants. I'm frankly a little frightened by it all; those two guys have spent almost all day on the couch. Thank God Mom and Dad are coming in tomorrow; that should help distract Sam from the screen.

They're arriving in the afternoon. Sam has a follow-up appointment with the allergist, so he should be especially eager to have some extra comforting arms.

Funny Sammy-ism from this evening: as he stroked Eric's face with his hands, "You don't want hair on your face!"

posted by Carrie at 07:08 PM

August 10, 2004

Feeling a little better

Good thing, too, as our moms' club is having a mixer this morning that I desperately wanted to attend. I'm supposed to bring cookies, too.

Sam is cheerful today. He's singing to himself right now: "Here comes the bunny, here comes the snake! Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" Bit of macabre, there, that I have no idea where he picked up. But it seems to all end well: "Look, a rainbow! A [pre]'tend rainbow! With 'tend fire!" Well, a happy ending in Sammy World, anyway.

Eric's been playing with the Magical Carrie-Cure Chicken Soup for the past few nights. It was a huge pot to begin with, and last night we noticed that it was running low on the bits-to-broth ratio. Eric began tossing more stuff in: onions, black-eyed peas, broccoli stalk, more chicken. I wonder if we'll have to add broth next to keep up. I wonder how long soup stays "good" if you keep changing it like this.

posted by Carrie at 08:05 AM

August 07, 2004

Heading out

Eric's company picnic is today, at the Milwaukee Zoo. Should be good for some fun. Eric told Sam last night, (something to the effect of) "We'll go to the zoo and have a good time. There'll be lots of Daddy's coworkers around, but we won't let them get in our way." And, hey, food. Another meal that I don't have to plan is a very good thing right now.

Why do I keep having bad dreams about the fish? They're dying, or somebody is kidnapping them, or they're trying to talk to me ("Heeeeeelp us...."), or I've forgotten to feed them or change their filter. I'm losing my mind, and what precious little sleep I manage to get is becoming even more restless.

posted by Carrie at 10:24 AM

August 06, 2004


Wanted to take Sam to the State Fair today (Eric has less than no interest in going), but it hasn't worked out; Eric has the stroller in his car (I'm too big to sling Sam right now, even if I had the energy), and Sam's been dallying over a bowel movement all day - don't want to face that in the middle of a fairgrounds, with no clean bathroom for miles...

So he's playing outside, and I'm trying to figure out what to make for dinner when nothing at all sounds good to me. I've had a yucky, mild heart-burny feeling for days now, and everything I think to eat sounds like it would make things even worse. Meat - bleah. Pasta - bleah. Cold salad - yeah, okay, but extra chopping - bleah again.

I'm just a big pile of grumpy today.

posted by Carrie at 04:32 PM

July 29, 2004

Or possibly this

I don't think I could sleep at night with this in my house...

posted by Carrie at 09:47 PM


This is the scariest lamp (or household item of any sort) that I think I've ever seen.

posted by Carrie at 09:36 PM

July 26, 2004

One more thing

And a body pillow. Sleeping is becoming a nightmare.

posted by Carrie at 10:59 AM

July 14, 2004

Post-"Mom's Night Out"

Whoops. I ended up having such a good time that some of the other women and I didn't leave the restaurant until after ten. I got home to a hyperactive son (who was very glad to see me) and an upset husband who was at his wits' end. Eric fled the house, I put Sam in bed, and all was much better.

(Except for the fish that had died while I was gone. I think one of the other ones has "ich," so we're heading to the pet store in a few.)

posted by Carrie at 09:04 AM

July 13, 2004

Thank God

Thunderstorm coming. Of course, this means that Sam will be ticked off this evening, as he won't be able to go outside and play. Not my problem, though; it's "Mom's Night Out" with the playgroup, and Eric's on Sam duty. He'll still probably be awake when I get home (we don't stay out too late, from what I've heard), but I'll have skipped out on the worst of it.

Sam's incoherent with this heat, though it's actually not as bad as some places I've lived. Earlier today, he told me, "I don't like the hot, and I don't like the sun! I want the sun go down!" And he cried.

posted by Carrie at 05:48 PM

July 07, 2004

Went out by myself

Yesterday was such a "blah" day. I felt like I had no energy, but I was bored because I couldn't work up the spark to actually do anything. By the time Eric got home, and I served up a thoroughly uninspired meal of corn on the cob, pork chops, and salad, I apparently was giving off visible waves of sadness and exhaustion. Eric offered to let me go to a movie while he watched Sam, so I got Sam ready for bed, and I went to see Harry Potter.

There was only one other couple in the theater, which I really appreciated. I got a "Kiddie Pack" (kid-sized popcorn and drink, plus a pack of "Fun Dip" candy) and enjoyed being alone. It's really an underrated luxury. Now I feel a little more ready to face today.

posted by Carrie at 09:46 AM

July 06, 2004


Tired. This place sure does love Independence Day. I could have figured that out from the over three hour parade in the morning, but it took the nearly-hour-long, way extravagant fireworks display last night to really convince me. I've never seen fireworks like that in my life. Sam liked it at first, but then he got overwhelmed and sat in my lap with his face pressed into my chest.

In the car, he said, "I don't like fireworks." When we got home, though, he conceded that "I liked the red ones."

posted by Carrie at 08:30 AM

July 05, 2004


We did the local Fourth of July parade this morning. (On the fifth of July - weird.) It was Sam's first parade ever, and he was entranced. We didn't know just how big it was going to be; the thing started at nine and didn't end until noon. If we'd have known, we might have brought chairs. I thought it was going to be maybe an hour. Lesson learned.

Sam was wild for it all, shaking his American flag at the participants and waving to them as they passed. He got especially excited when his gymnastics group went by on two floats, each with bars and trampolines on which the riders flipped and did tricks. One of Sam's teachers was a spotter on the float, and she saw Sam and called out to him. He nearly burst.

It was a good parade. I think there were about nine different bands in it, and many were independent. I guess you'll have that when so many of the local schools are private or very small and have no marching bands of their own; it gives me hope for Sam's musical future. The Kilties were also in the parade, and we found out that they're having an Invitational corps show tonight. Now we just have to decide if we're going to do that, the fireworks, or stay home out of any rain that might happen. I hate leaving decisions to the last minute, but it seems like that's all we ever do anymore.

posted by Carrie at 03:57 PM

July 04, 2004

No band competition

It started raining pretty heavily a couple of hours beforehand, so whether or not they even held the competition in the end, we decided to skip it. (Ah, the luxuries of no longer actually being in the band...) Worked out better that way, probably, as a napless Sam ended up screaming the mall down at about that time when we tried to tell him that we had to go home and close the windows against the rain. It was really quite sensational, some of the volumes and pitches he reached.

And then Eric went to see Fahrenheit 9/11, and Sam and I stayed home and watched DVDs until he was worn out enough to sleep. We did a mommy-censored version of The Mummy; my silly boy only got freaked out when the librarian knocked over all the bookshelves in the beginning. Other than that, he loved the movie - loved the "monster," loved the camels, loved the chase scenes. He was also very amenable to my efforts to cut out the scary parts, as usual. I wonder when that will stop.

posted by Carrie at 07:53 AM

July 03, 2004

Band Geeks

We're going to a marching band competition tonight. I have no idea what a high school marching band championship competition is doing being held in the middle of the summer, but what the heck? I love marching band, any time of the year.

I think Sam's going to love it, too. I just hope he doesn't eat us out of house and home; every time we go to an outdoor place with a concession stand, he thinks it's an open invitation to stuff himself silly.

posted by Carrie at 12:42 PM

July 02, 2004

The heat

It's been warmer here for the last few days that it's been so far this summer. Nothing I'd consider "sweltering," certainly, but still less comfortable than it has been.

Sam doesn't nap as well when he's warm. His naps are getting shorter, and they're likely to end with him waking in tears, as though from a nightmare. Yesterday, he woke with a yell, then came downstairs calling for Mama to "help me with my toes!" I never did figure that one out. He passed out again on my chest, in front of the window fan, I accidentally drifted off too, and we slept for another two hours.

It seems as though the only way weather will change up here is with a huge thunderstorm; I hope that if that's going to be the case this time, it happens today and not over the weekend, when we might do anything related to Independence Day. Otherwise, I'll just thank my lucky stars that it's only in the eighties and deal with it wherever we might happen to go.

posted by Carrie at 08:16 AM

June 21, 2004

We're back!

Well, that was a good trip. It was just what the doctor ordered, really; Sam had a blast with everybody, and he absolutely loved the ocean. The only bad part came, naturally, when we had to leave and he decided that he really didn't want to do that at all. Neither did I or Eric, which put us in a tough spot trying to convince him. Eric is still trying to come up with ideas that might get us moved down there permanently. He's very partial to the area. Sadly, I'm not sure how practical it would be, but we'll see.

It feels strange to have a "preschooler" instead of a "toddler." Sam has adjusted to being three years old quite readily; he proudly announces "Three!" whenever he's asked how he's doing. We're going out today to buy the final "installment" of our birthday gift to him: the fish for his aquarium. This should make his "birthday week" complete.

Thanks for all the birthday wishes!

posted by Carrie at 09:15 AM

May 17, 2004


That was a long weekend.

On Saturday, we went out for lunch, and when we got in the car, I heard an announcement on the radio for a festival thing that I'd really wanted to go to and had completely forgotten was happening this weekend. Eric hemmed and hawed (he really hates spur-of-the-moment activities), but we went.

Sam had a blast. Before we found any of the children's rides, he was begging to go on the upside-down, whip-around, scare-you-silly rides. ("What have we created?" I groaned to my similarly roller-coaster-impaired husband.) He settled for getting on an attraction for which he was only barely heavy enough: a bouncing, bungee thing where two pieces of rubber cord were attached to a harness around his waist and between his legs. Some of the other kids on it were bouncing tremendously high; our lightweight kid had trouble even dropping low enough to have his feet touch the inflated cushion. He loved it anyway, screaming "Go!", laughing his head off, and flailing his legs in the air.

And then we found the kiddie rides, and he rode a few of those. He especially liked the "coaster-coaster," which was pretty scary for a toddler ride. Sam screamed and laughed through the whole thing. He also enjoyed riding in a tractor, which wasn't technically a festival attraction; it was just a shuttle between the parking lot and the fairgrounds. The driver let Sam ride in the cab with him, though, and it took all of our convincing (read: "dragging") to get him out when we were done.

Yesterday Eric did yardwork, and Sam played outside on his swings. He's riding on a regular swing now, which he does well most of the time. Once, though, he let go with one hand while twisting his body, and he managed to flip himself upside-down before landing heavily on his belly. Screeches, cries...and then, "Push me on the swing again!" What a tough guy!

Only a few coughs all weekend. I think the asthma medicine is really helping!

posted by Carrie at 09:44 AM

May 09, 2004

Happy Mother's Day

Reasonably good day today. We actually got my Mother's Day gift yesterday; I picked out a bamboo windchime for the front porch. It sounds so peaceful and happy, and I've been startled every time I've stepped outside and heard it ("What is that strange noise? Oh, yeah.")

Today was church, which I preceded with a small temper tantrum because I had nothing to wear that would fit me and be appropriate for church. (Kate, I still owe you an email; I haven't forgotten!) My mood didn't improve until we got to lunch at the Olive Garden. Cheesecake heals many an ill.

Now Eric says he's going to make us dinner, and we're going to watch Survivor. After that, I'm sure I'll have many a strange dream, as is my habit while pregnant. I think that so far for this pregnancy, I have dreamed about at least one of my old high school classmates every single night. It's gotten to the point where my first waking thoughts always include, "All right, who was last night's alumni guest star?" (For the record, last night it was Amy and one of her old beaus, Joe K.)

posted by Carrie at 06:37 PM

May 03, 2004


Just not feeling up to life today. This doesn't bode well, since mornings are usually when I have the most energy. What I wouldn't give for a cup of coffee right now!

I don't think Sam's feeling up to life, either. Normally, once he's out of bed, he's fired up and ready to zoom all over the place. This morning, he plopped himself down on the couch, and when I came back in the room with his breakfast, he had turned himself around and buried his head in the cushions.

Object goals for the day: get the remaining boxes unpacked in the dining room and my bedroom. If time and energy permit, open a few of the ones in the basement. Also, get to the freaking DMV this afternoon to get our cars registered (whoops, a little late on this).

posted by Carrie at 09:03 AM

April 29, 2004

I feel like crap

I did get Sam's ick. Rotten night last night; I ended up getting out of bed at 2:30 to check email because I just couldn't sleep anymore.

But today's another day. Here's a ray of sunshine: I got Sam into a free trial preschooler gymnastic class this afternoon. If he likes it, and if he does well in it, we'll sign up for a semester. If he doesn't do so well at staying with the group, then we'll go with the other section of classes, the "Parent and Tot" ones. Either way, I'm looking forward to it, and I think he'll have a blast.

I hope Sam lets me grab a nap today. I could really use it.

posted by Carrie at 08:56 AM

April 23, 2004

Little things

I got a cell phone. It made me happy.

Mom and Dad got it for me; it's on their network, so now we can call each other as much as we want for free (the monthly bill, not including other calls, is static). Good timing, too, as Eric's company will soon be reclaiming the cell he had for work, since he no longer has to be on call.

Anyway, it's pretty, and it has fun ringers, and I feel like I've finally entered the modern age. It sure countered yesterday's crapfest, anyway.

posted by Carrie at 08:28 AM

April 04, 2004

Still tired

From yesterday, that is. We did not one, but two library-run Easter egg hunts with Sam. We probably wouldn't have gone to the second one if we'd realized that the whole library system was doing the same darn thing, just at staggered times, so the different branches could share items; we didn't intend to be resource hogs. Sam enjoyed the first one so much, though, that we thought he'd have fun doing it again. I think he enjoyed the second one even more than the first; this time, he found a patch of ground that was uncontested, and he filled his basket until it was overflowing before declaring himself "all done."

("Hunt" was a big misnomer in the case of these activities. As Eric put it, it looked as if the Easter Bunny had gone on a bender and dropped his basket all over the place.)

And we went to a home improvement store, where I found rag rugs for less than a dollar and Eric found strings of Moai lamps. Sam found train tables, and he almost found out what it was like to be caught stealing. I saw him sneaking a car into his pocket, so he had to be patted down by us before we left the toy section. He wasn't amused.

posted by Carrie at 09:01 AM

March 30, 2004


As I type, I'm being flooded with hits from a forum whose members appears to be discussing women who look good in glasses. The funny part, in my mind, is that the entry of mine to which they're linking doesn't even have a very good picture of me. Not that I find myself particularly worthy of inclusion in that little group, anyway, but if they want to link to me, couldn't they have linked to a flattering picture?

posted by Carrie at 08:08 AM

March 22, 2004

Leaving tomorrow

We're flying back to Toledo tomorrow. (I really, really hate these puddle-jumpers we're using; I spent the second, bumpier and icier, leg of our trip up here gripping Eric's hand and praying that we'd survive.) Then we have less than a month to prepare for the move.


My men are back from the hotel pool (I was feeling too sick to join them tonight), so I think I'm off for the night. See you when I get back!

posted by Carrie at 09:53 PM

March 13, 2004


Everybody's home now. Sam and I pulled into town just in time to pick Eric up from the airport. (The trip back was no less hellish than the trip down, except that this time, in addition to incessant demands that "Peace Train" be played over and over and over again, he occasionally hollered for "I Kissed a Girl.")

We ate, and we went to bed. Eight o'clock, and we were all out cold. At least, I think we all were. I know I was, and Sam was still in bed next to me when I woke up this morning. Eric's still out, and I don't anticipate seeing his jet-lagged butt for many hours yet.

posted by Carrie at 07:52 AM

March 04, 2004

To Complicate Matters (House, etc.)

Okay. Here we go.

The good realtor is back. (Yay!) She immediately (as in, before she even called me) set up appointments with two different companies to provide estimates for the chimney work and with one to estimate roof costs. I told her that we'd assumed that we'd have to do that on our own; she laughed and said I could set up an appointment with a second roof company. I set it up for tomorrow morning.

Immediately after that, I'm having lunch with Alysia and the girl who used to work at her store. Yay squared for friends!

And then, with permissions and blessings from the realtor, I'm caving in to my parents' incessant lobbying for a visit. Sam and I will head out for Maryland, where I think we'll stay about a week. With any amount of luck, most of this house crap will be finished, or at least more settled, by the time I return. Also with luck, I'll be able to hide any pregnancy symptoms from my mother, who shares a brain with me. Cross your fingers for that one.

Now, I need to go call the relocation company to go through some paperwork. Oh, the fun things I get to do when Eric's out of town!

posted by Carrie at 03:15 PM

February 16, 2004

Here in WV

Car trip = bad. Halfway here, Sam started hollering, "No Grandma, no Papou! Go home!" Once we got here, he was thrilled...until he realized that Eric's parents were at church, not here in the house waiting for him. Then he burst into tears.

It's going to be an interesting trip.

posted by Carrie at 08:01 AM

February 09, 2004


Those of you who have made or are making plans for Valentine's Day: what's on your agenda? We're still up in the air around here, though we're pretty sure we'll have a sitter for the night. (Alysia, I still need Ashley's number.)

posted by Carrie at 12:37 PM

February 02, 2004

This Weekend

First thing: nobody better tell me anything about last night's Survivor until I get a chance to watch the tape. Okay?

We had Alysia & Co. over for the Super Bowl. The boys entertained each other brilliantly whilst we ate homemade pizza and cookies, until about the middle of the fourth quarter. Exhaustion overtook the kids at that point, so we had to call it quits. I don't even know who won. Well, I didn't really care one way or the other.

Before that, we had yet another house showing that, for some reason, never actually happened. This is going beyond annoying, but I have no idea what to do about it. Refuse to do business with realtors who don't call ahead of time to cancel appointments? Yeah, that will help sell the house.

Oh, and I got new glasses, as did Eric. Pictures later today.

posted by Carrie at 08:58 AM

January 29, 2004


Too much coffee already. ::Jitter::

I had a good reason, though; last night I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't get back to sleep. Every time I got close, Sam would babble in his sleep ("I poop a-potty snore...") and wake me up again. So now I'm exhausted, and I don't know how I'll make it through the day. Maybe I'll take a nap with Sam. Maybe not; it's bathroom-cleaning day, and that's easiest done when Sam's asleep.

(This one's for you, Aimee.) Funny Sam quip: we went into a toy store the other day to try to spend a gift card left over from Christmas. When asked what he was looking for, Sam, heading for the train tables, replied, "Peace train."

Now Iíve been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun
Oh Iíve been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one
And I believe it could be, some day itís going to come
Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train
Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again
Now Iíve been smiling lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun
Oh peace train sounding louder
Glide on the peace train
Come on now peace train
Yes, peace train holy roller
Everyone jump upon the peace train
Come on now peace train
Get your bags together, go bring your good friends too
Cause itís getting nearer, it soon will be with you
Now come and join the living, itís not so far from you
And itís getting nearer, soon it will all be true
Now Iíve been crying lately, thinking about the world as it is
Why must we go on hating, why canít we live in bliss
Cause out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train
Oh peace train take this country, come take me home again

(by Cat Stevens)

posted by Carrie at 09:03 AM

January 26, 2004

So tired

Didn't sleep well last night. Nightmares about Nicole Kidman summoning ghosts and spirits to harm us all kept me awake. Bleah.

posted by Carrie at 08:03 AM

January 19, 2004


Dreamed about Robyn last night. She was showing me her paper journal, which she had categorized into sections with indexes and everything. In fact, it was getting to be the size of several Manhattan phonebooks, so she was trying to decide how best to split it into two books...

I told her, "You know, this is going into my journal. Everybody is going to know how organized you are." Like it was a huge threat or something.

And then Sam woke me up by jamming the side of his hand into my windpipe. "Wake up, Mama."

posted by Carrie at 08:53 AM

January 17, 2004


Oh, man...last night I dreamed I was visiting the parents, and it was late spring, and Mom and I were getting ready to go to a huge craft fair, and Dad was taking Sam to the beach to make sandcastles.

And then I woke up and it was still winter. Yuck.

posted by Carrie at 09:22 AM

January 16, 2004


Not going to survive not going to survive not going to survive...

Eric is due back next Friday. We have one full week ahead of us, and I have a sneaking suspicion that at least one of us is not going to survive. It's a toss-up as to who that will be.

We fled to the mall today. I let Sam wander in and out of stores, examining merchandise and generally having a good time window-shopping. I don't think the hard-pushing spa salesman was amused, but everybody else got a giggle at the sight of little Sam walking in their store and waving with a great big "Hello!"

I found clearance sweaters for him. Two cable-knit sweaters, plus socks and a pair of sunglasses (no more sun freakouts in the car!) for less than $20. Now, why can't I find that kind of bargain for myself?

posted by Carrie at 04:30 PM

January 15, 2004


I got all my money back! Hurray for me, and hurray for assertiveness!

You know, for a brief period last night, I started to feel a little bit guilty; should I be doing this with the Post Office instead? Then I talked to Eric and he reassured me that when shipping problems occur, it is always the shipper's responsibility to deal with problems, not the buyers. I had only paid for shipping and handling, not freight; therefore, it was the company's job to deal with the Post Office. It may well have been the Post Office's error in the end, but that wasn't my problem.

But now it's all over, and I got my money back! Woohoo!

posted by Carrie at 09:31 AM

January 14, 2004

Update on the Dress

I finally got a little too ticked off to continue the calmly polite email "conversations" I was having with the dress company people. After having the relevant part of the FAQ forwarded to me one too many times, I'd had enough.

Taken from an email I posted this morning:

So that customers know what our policy is regarding items they don't claim, we post this information on the FAQ Page:

What happens if my parcel is returned to sender? A. If you do not pick-up your parcel from your Post-Office -it will be returned to us after 30 days.

This is *not* true, or at least not in my case.
Thirty days has not yet elapsed, and my dress has already been sent back. There is no way I could have picked it up by fifteen days, when it was returned; I was out of the state. If I had known that it would be impossible in any case to get my order, I would not have ordered in the first place. I feel it would be absolutely ludicrous to be charged twice over for a mistake that was made based on erroneous, or at least innacurate, information given by your very own FAQ.

I am becoming increasingly upset with HolyClothing based on this transaction. I have already informed many of my colleagues about this issue, and they also will not be dealing with your company in the future. If this issue is not resolved soon, I will be leaving negative feedback with eBay detailing how your FAQ led me to lose money. I also maintain a very high-traffic website, where I will detail the events of the transaction from beginning to end.

All I ask is either my money back in full or for you to pay the extra shipping fee to resend the order. Either resolution would be acceptable. If you have an 800 telephone number, I would much prefer to resolve this over the phone at this point; this is taking far too long as we are corresponding.

Within the hour, I got a response. Suddenly, they were all kicked-puppy on me; I was being too harsh and unfair. It wasn't their fault, and I was being mean. They were going to give me my money anyway; why did I have to get cross?

Excuse me while I wipe a tear of sympathy from my eye.

I've gotten no money back yet, so I'm not holding my breath. And, of course:

We will refund you the full amount of the parcel but will not be able deal with you again. We have a policy that if there is a delivery problem to do with the post office not following proper procedures, we don't not ship to that address again.

"Don't not ship?" Huh.

posted by Carrie at 01:47 PM

January 06, 2004


Friends, playdates, and coffee. It's good to be home.

posted by Carrie at 06:36 PM

Thomas Help

Hey, parents of Thomas-loving kids:

Is there a particularly good place online to find collections of track layouts? Eric is very, very good at creating his layouts by sight without help, but my brain doesn't seem to want to operate that way. I just need places that will give me suggestions, you know? Last night's track was...well, Sam kept hopefully suggesting that "Daddy fix," as I worked, if that gives you any idea.

posted by Carrie at 09:14 AM

January 05, 2004


We're back in Toledo. Getting in was fun; as we passed Cleveland, the snow began, and by the time we got to our county, we were in a full-fledged winter storm. We passed numerous cars turned in various directions in the median valley. and many others who had just stopped - in the hopes, I suppose, that things would improve in a few minutes.

Thank God for Eric's driving skills; he can handle a car very, very well, and I didn't worry a bit with him behind the wheel.

And now we're home, amid way too much stuff. Sam's been almost an invisible presence this morning, thanks to his Christmas loot. I need to do some errand-typs stuff, but I don't think we'll be leaving the house today - at least, not until Eric gets home.

posted by Carrie at 10:05 AM

January 02, 2004


Tired. Went to ROTK last night with Cory and Eric; Mom and Dad watched Sam. Though I'm positive that I wouldn't be spoiling it, at this point, for anybody who really cared about it, I'll simply say that I really enjoyed the movie (as I knew I would), but the ending felt way too herky-jerky to me. Also, I just can't hop on the hot-for-Aragorn bandwagon; he struck me as way too Jesus-looking for any mushy feelings not to feel kind of ooky.

Sam was conked out when we got home (as well he should have been after midnight). Not a bad run for 2004 so far!

posted by Carrie at 11:55 AM

January 01, 2004


Man, I never watch, but my alma mater (WVU) is playing my home state (University of Maryland) in the Gator Bowl. I have to support WVU, naturally, but they're getting absolutely spanked. Oh, well - that's business as usual for the Mountaineers in Bowl games, I guess.

When Sam wakes up, hopefully after the game is over (it's half-time now), we're going to see my grandparents.

posted by Carrie at 02:23 PM

December 26, 2003


Sam seems to be feeling better today - no fever, slightly more perky, and he actually ate a granola bar. When asked, "Do you feel happier?" he responds, "No. I can't!"

I feel a little better, myself. I ended up going to bed earlier than usual last night; Eric went out to see Return of the King with his friends, and I didn't feel like I could go and leave Sam like this. Still a bummer, though. I'm going to make him take me later, anyway; he can sit through it twice.

Only a few more days here. I say that with both sadness and relief, if that makes any sense whatsoever.

posted by Carrie at 11:19 AM

December 25, 2003

Christmas... so much more fun on this side of things. I can't wait until he's old enough to actually make it through opening more than three presents without melting down and needing a cuddle break, though.

posted by Carrie at 05:22 PM

December 21, 2003


We're back from the Greenbrier and are now at Rita's for the nonce. I wasn't able to use the computer while I was there (antique wiring in the cottages), but I've been writing entries by hand and will type and upload them ASAP.

What's been happening while I've been gone?

posted by Carrie at 05:11 PM

December 15, 2003

To Do

  • Get my tags renewed (I already paid the ticket online)
  • Deposit a refund check from my dentist (he made me pay upfront, then reimbursed me the insurance money)
  • Print some pictures for Mom and Dad's Christmas gift (or maybe this can wait, since we won't see them until after Christmas)
  • Write the in-class portion of my ethno class final exam
  • Administer and grade said final, then submit grades
  • Submit the grade for my piano class student
  • Finish grading the ethno class papers
  • Get down to Bowling Green to pick up my parents' gift to Sam
  • Do my Christmas cards (cutting it close? Me?)
  • Laundry (as always)
  • Add the ruffles to Eric's aunt's scarf
  • Finish wrapping the gifts (except for the ones for Sam that I plan to leave upwrapped and open under the tree)
  • Get the house in such condition, after packing, that the realtor can show it in our absence over the holidays
  • Alert the realtor to the fact that we'll be out of town until early January (Duh!)
  • Return library books
  • Pay mortgage
  • Obtain a dress (^%$%$#$#@!!!)
And all before leaving town on Thursday.

posted by Carrie at 09:14 AM

December 05, 2003


It was supposed to snow last night, but all we got was, as Eric put it, "Sugar-Plum cars."

Now we're supposed to get snow today. I told Sam that we would probably wake up to snow, but thankfully he seems to have forgotten that. Presently, he doesn't seem interested in looking out the window, so I don't have to be anxious about receiving at least a dusting heavy enough to let him make some footprints.

The things about which we fret for our kids.

posted by Carrie at 08:50 AM

November 30, 2003


Sam loves his cousin Hailey, who's six months older than he. He calls her "Hai-tey," and the two of them chase each other like nobody's business. Last night, after a family dinner, the two walked out hand in hand, and I went into a insulin shock.

Rita got rebaptized last night in a private family ceremony. Sam went nuts, running in circles while I tried to grab him, and when Rita came up out of the water, Sam cried, "Gramma bath! Gramma wanted a bath!"

(Before that, when I was trying to calm him, I offered him nur-nurs. "Nur-nur," he called loudly. "Chocolate nur-nur!")

Eric's Aunt Susan, with whom we spent Thanksgiving, has a piano in her living room. Sam was entranced, and he spent a good deal of time sitting on the bench, playing and singing. Occasionally he'd turn around and demand that we dance or sing with him.

We're leaving for home in a few hours. Not looking forward to this, I must say, but it will be good to get back into a routine again.

posted by Carrie at 08:16 AM

November 26, 2003


By the way, we're leaving for West Virginia and Eric's family when he gets home from work tonight. I anticipate being able to post while I'm there, but on the offhand chance that I can't, everybody, have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday!

(If you're in the U.S., of course. If you're not, then have a happy weekend, a few days early. Hey, in college, we used to insist that the weekend started on Wednesday...)

posted by Carrie at 08:46 AM

November 24, 2003

Little stuff

Eric left this morning for South Carolina; he'll be back tomorrow evening, so it's not a huge trip or anything, but it still stinks. (Not like in February, when they're sending him to freaking Germany, and he can't take us with him, and I'm already having a cow over it because he's already been to Europe, and I never have, whine whine whine...)

I just won an auction (thanks for the link, Alysia) for this outfit for Sam in the family portrait. Now I just need to find him a shirt (and a tie?) to go with it. There were others that I liked better, but Eric insisted on a jacket instead of a vest. Old fuddy-duddy. Now, if I can find a cocktail dress (just what exactly is a cocktail dress?) for myself, I'll be all set.

My mouth still hurts, but I've decided that enough is enough with the codeine, so I'm stepping down off it. When I start to hurt, I first try teething tablets and other methods of pain relief, and if they don't work, only then do I resort to the heavier methods. I don't want to wind up addicted to narcotics just because my dentist is a jerk who won't give me better meds that might last longer.

Sam calls Christmas trees "Kiss-me" trees. Really, it's the most adorable thing I've heard in my life.

posted by Carrie at 08:27 AM

November 17, 2003


Going to the grocery store today to pick up soft foods. Please tell me that I won't be on soft foods for so very long, as nothing on my list so far sounds very appetizing to me:

  • Soup (I don't really like many soups except for vegetable and tomato)
  • Yogurt
  • Pudding (Okay, I can get behind this one, except that I have a feeling I'd get sick of it quickly)
  • Applesauce
  • Mashed potatoes (which would have to be instant, as I don't think Eric will want to make the "real thing")
  • Oatmeal
Any other ideas?

posted by Carrie at 09:33 AM

November 11, 2003

Bits and pieces

Sam's better. Yay for Vitamin C and sleep.

I miss DSL. It really sucks to only be able to be online for a very brief time each day because you're waiting for realtor calls that might come but don't.

There's nothing cuter than a little boy asking for a bowl of "grammaga" (granola) or some dried apricots ("cap-kee-cats").

I'm exhausted to the point where I wonder if I might not be getting Sam's cold. Vitamin C for me, I suppose.

Our water garden is ill; the water level is very low and the pump doesn't seem to be working as well. I wonder if it's just the cold or something else. I don't want a water garden anymore, no, I don't.

Test tonight for the ethno students. Here's hoping they do well enough to not make me fret.

posted by Carrie at 09:38 AM

November 08, 2003


Mom and her friend are almost here. They're staying the night with us...and her friend is one of those "neat people." Good thing we're in house-showing mode.

Yesterday I boxed up two big boxes of toys Sam has outgrown (to the basement), tossed out another big box of broken and cheap plastic junky toys, and then boxed up another big box of his toys to keep on rotation while the house has to remain mostly clutter-free. Thank god for naptimes. So far, he hasn't missed anything.

The house looks much neater. Can we maintain it this way for as long as we have to? I suppose that the answer lies in the question: we have to.

posted by Carrie at 01:56 PM

November 05, 2003


Realtor coming over tonight.
Mom and her friend maybe this weekend.
In-laws (if I didn't hallucinate too badly when Eric was telling me as he came to bed last night) in the next couple of weeks.

Test on music of Asian countries next week.
Final papers due to be presented two weeks after that.
Final exams two weeks later (the presentations will last two weeks).

Thanksgiving in three weeks. Will I live that long?

posted by Carrie at 08:27 AM

November 03, 2003


  • Vacuum the floors
  • Mop
  • Get ladybug hats to Alysia
  • Email Kerry to let her know her hat and mittens are done
  • Pick up knitting stuff beside couch
  • Go through packet from relocation people
  • Prepare lesson for tomorrow's class on Japanese music
  • Weed Sam's toys
  • Laundry
  • Get to Toys 'R Us to see if any Halloween costumes are left for next year
  • Watch Zach at 2:30
  • Grade some extra papers
  • Take a bath (well, a shower, anyway)

posted by Carrie at 10:31 AM

November 02, 2003

Bad weekend

I'm glad that weekend ended. Just tons of negativity - yelling, arguing, crying. I don't know what started it, but I hope it will end as the work week starts and we get back into the routine of having Eric home.

Maybe it was all the sugar. Bah.

posted by Carrie at 10:24 PM

October 26, 2003

Oh my

'M back. Alysia just sropped me off at home. We went many places, includine this particular bar. Wow. Lots of fun confusion there, let me tell you. (I still say that the one man in the orange shirt was possibly a woman, though the world may never know. Alysia swears it was a man, and a straight one at that.)

Anyway, I feel the need to collapse now. Thank God for Daylight Savings Time. Tequila Sunrises aren't meant to be drunk through straws, and certainly not in three gulps. Urk.

posted by Carrie at 02:39 AM

October 22, 2003


How early is too early in the day to have a beer?

Yeah, it's been that kind of day, and if it weren't for the fact that we have a pest inspector coming in fifteen minutes, I'd be running out the door screaming. Well, that and the fact that it's decidedly damp and chilly out.

Actually, I just want a little caffeine, I think.

posted by Carrie at 05:10 PM

October 21, 2003

Ooh, ooh!

And Alysia's present to me was to take Sam for the day! Sam, naturally, was pleased as punch, and he climbed into her van without hesitation, giving me a kiss and chirping, "Bye-bye!"

Now I can plan my class, go to lunch, relax...Oh, this is turning out to be the best birthday ever! And Sam will be back at five, and when Eric gets home, we can have cake (don't worry, dear, I can get my own) and celebrate as a family before I go off to class.

I'm glowing!

posted by Carrie at 10:46 AM


Happy Birthday to me,
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday, you old woman,
Happy Birthday to me.
(And now is the part of the performance where everybody over the age of twenty-eight steps forward and shoves my head into the cake.)

Eric spent way too much money on me, and I still think that my favorite part of it was that he actually took Sam out with him and left me alone in the house for a few hours of silence. After he came back, he had me put Sam to bed, and then he gave me a great full-body massage with oils he purchased for the occasion. Ah, did that feel good! I'd been having one crapper of a day, so I really needed it.

This morning, he had me open my presents before he left for work. He got me:

  • a box of Godiva truffles,
  • a bottle of perfumed oil
  • a Victoria's Secret nightie, and
  • a gorgeous opal necklace.

Sam got me a Yankee Candle that Eric said he'd picked out by himself. I'm not surprised; that scent had ears of corn all over the front, and corn is currently Sam's Most Very Favorite Thing.

All in all, I feel quite pampered. Now, if somebody would like to take my class for tonight, I'd be the happiest gal alive.

posted by Carrie at 09:15 AM

October 17, 2003


I think we liked the second realtor better last night, though she wasn't any more optimistic than the first. Apparently, the economic issues have finally hit the housing market here in Toledo, and nobody's looking at houses. She did give us some good tips, though, and she just seemed nicer and more open. Sam was practically in love with her, too - trying to climb into her lap and tell her stories about his trains.

This is going to be rough. We have almost no equity in this house yet; we did 100% financing, and we've only made a few payments. Our only goal is to get out of this without getting skinned; breaking even would be awesome. Eric's asking his company today if they'd be willing to make up for a little loss if it meant that we could be in Wisconsin faster. I keep telling him that God is going to get us through this. Even if we have to accept a loss, God will get us though it.

Plans with Alysia and Steve fell through this weekend. Understandable, and we're just going to postpone and not cancel, but I'm still bummed. This isn't shaping up to be a very good pre-birthday weekend/birthday week for me. At least Alysia and I have plans to go out next Saturday for a Girls' Day Out. That'll help.

Now, I have to go write a quiz for my piano class. It will be an easy quiz for them to take, but a pain for me to write, since it will involve music reading and I'll need to use my barely-ever-touched-anymore notation software to write it. I also still have to grade the tests from Tuesday's class, as well as prepare my lecture for this week. At least this time I've got some videos on the way to spice up the class. India is neat (especially the music).

posted by Carrie at 09:00 AM

October 15, 2003


Knitting away, knitting away. Lots of hat orders coming in, and it's helping to keep me sane to spend time on them. If you've been thinking about one for you or yours, now's the time! (I'm also doing baby mitts and mittens, now.)

The Festival is this weekend, and my old prof Dr. Beall is coming up for the fun. This may be the last time we get to see him in a very long time, so I'm really looking forward to it.

There's loads of stuff happening with the relocation. We had a pest inspection yesterday (though we're getting a second opinion; Dad thinks this guy was just trying to sell services), and we have appointments with two different realtors set up, one for tomorrow evening and one for Thursday. The relocation people want us to select our realtor from a few. I also posted some potential candidate-type houses over at the housing blog; we may not get to look at any of those actual houses (I don't know how fast houses are moving up there), but we're getting our feet wet.

Finally, we're going out (pending babysitter's okay) with Steve and Alysia this weekend. They went to this particular, er, "establishment" last weekend, and now they want us to go with them. She won't give me any details, though. It's supposedly a type of dinner theater, but with, um, less clothing. We'll just have to see; they're adamant that it's not a strip club, per se. It should prove interesting, at the very least, right? (Blushing now...)

posted by Carrie at 01:05 PM

October 10, 2003


Flurry of stuff today. We went to the store so Sam could play with Zach; I'm trying to let him do that whenever he asks, since our time here is now limited. Anyway, they ran around in circles for a few hours, and now he's sound asleep in bed. On the way home, I had asked him whether he wanted to ride his bike or go to bed, and he responded, "Bed," without any thought at all.

Mom and Dad are supposedly coming this weekend to celebrate my birthday (which is on the 21st, for those of you playing at home; I think I may rip off various journallers by instituting a Birthday Week this year, as I could do with some cheering up). They're in "Must see the kids before they leave" mode. I imagine many tears wil be shed, but hopefully Sam will keep everybody occupied and happy. He's good at that.

In the meantime, I'm doing whatever I can to keep my hands busy and my mind numb. I've finished a couple of hats (pictures to follow), I've folded laundry, I've read books to the boy. Sooner or later I'm going to have to crash hard.

posted by Carrie at 04:30 PM

October 05, 2003


I've just had a crappy day. Couldn't say why, precisely; I've simply been miserable and sad all day long. It's a mixture of everything and nothing.

I know there are a dozen reasons to turn down this job. There are also a dozen reasons to take it. I don't talk about money issues in my journal a whole lot because, well, that's depressing and I don't like to think about it. The fact of the matter is, we're drowning, and something was going to have to change soon. Homeschooling Sam? Not unless I could find full-time work in the evening, and then I'd never get to see Eric. Every month, we were having to tap our savings to cover living expenses. My new job at the college pays crap, even before taxes.

With this new job, we could finally breathe again. You have no idea how much of a relief that would be.

I told my mom and dad last night. They didn't take it well, but that was expected. We haven't given Eric's work a firm answer yet, but I needed to tell the parents anyway. It was time.

Of course, Eric can continue to look for work back home, but in the meantime, at least, I think this job might be for the best. We've traced the possibilities of what might happen if he turns it down; further advancement that way could lead to a path that requires move after move after move, and still might end up in Wisconsin. And, to boot, he wouldn't enjoy that job direction nearly as much. It wouldn't be logical.

Logic or emotion? I can't think in those terms very well at all. I feel fuzzy.

posted by Carrie at 10:44 PM

October 03, 2003

All better

My cold hit its peak last night around three in the morning, and now it's gone. Hurray!

Sometimes it's very hard to understand just what Sam is saying, with his toddler dialect and accent, but he's usually very patient with our efforts. This morning, while we were were watching Dragon Tales, he piped up "Cassie sicky!"

I thought he was referring to my having been sick yesterday, so I corrected him. "Mommy was sick, but Cassie's okay. She's not sick; she's well."

He looked at me with - was that pity in his eyes? - and shook his head. "Cassie sicky," he repeated, and he put his hands over his eyes. "Sick, four, five," he counted, then took his hands down and said, "I comin'!"

Oh, my bad. She was seeking. Dim-witted Mama, not to know that.

posted by Carrie at 10:21 AM

September 25, 2003

So tired

Don't know why, but I'm feeling exhausted and shivery. Sam was a little cranky today, too. This evening, he stomped around for a bit, muttering something that sounded like, "Orange pizza! Orange pizza!"

Finally, I asked him, "Do you mean 'order' pizza?"

"Or-er pizza," he agreed. I guess he's really picking up on things we tend to do when we don't feel happy or motivated. Ow.

There's new stuff over in the knitting blog. (Fake) fur is fun.

posted by Carrie at 09:01 PM

September 24, 2003


We're back from Wisconsin. We got in around 4:30 yesterday afternoon - just enough time for me to type up the handout for class, grab a change of clothes, and drive to the college to make copies for the students. It turned out to be an okay class; I brought some of Sam's rhythm instruments, and we played African polyrhythms together. I think we all had fun.

The test turned out a little better than I expected. I found a discrepancy in the text (I could call it a flat-out mistake, really; for those who might understand, the book referred to certain instuments as playing a "triple meter" when they were really just playing triplets), so I was able to give most of them extra points and bring the grade average up to an 81%. I still had a few low grades, but the spread was such that I don't think there was a problem. Plus, as I told them, there is an extra-credit library assignment coming soon.

Anyway, the trip to Wisconsin wasn't too bad, though the drive there was a nightmare. I wanted to go to try to give the area a second chance in my mind; when we went there before, I was left with nothing but shudders. The town is still nothing great in my head, but it's only half-hour to forty-five minutes away from Chicago (and we can take the train!). The relocation package that they explained to Eric seemed more than equitable. Eric told them what salary he'd need, and they didn't blink.

This might happen. I don't know how I feel right now.

posted by Carrie at 10:20 AM

September 20, 2003

I Talk Too Much

Sometimes I think that if I would just shut up when that little voice inside my head starts to whisper that I should, my life would be 100% better. I can't seem to get the knack of it.

Anyway, I may be going with Eric to Wisconsin tomorrow. It's not decided; first he invited us and I didn't want to go, and then he had second thoughts at the same time I did. Now nobody knows what's going on, and I think that if we discuss it any more tonight, somebody's going to start yelling again.

Ah, well. Tomorrow is another day, I suppose.

posted by Carrie at 11:05 PM

September 08, 2003

Head hurts

And it's not even as though I drank too much wine last night, either - only a few glasses. By the time Alysia et al left and I was able to convince Sam that bed could be a positive lifestyle choice, I was still feeling sober and clearheaded. So it's not a hangover. I think it's my old archnemesis Doctor Caffeine again. (Why can't the grocery store ever have caffeine-free soda on sale when Eric shops, anyway? Hmm.)

Good food last night. I made this entree, these cookies, and Eric brought home some mixed greens for salad. Alysia brought a wine actually branded "Cheap White Wine" that turned out to be quite nice indeed.

I love dinner parties.

posted by Carrie at 08:46 AM

September 06, 2003

Boiling it Down

(Man, should I ever be in bed right now, considering that I have to teach in the morning.)

There's been some real negativity going on today in blogs written by people I know, read, and about whom I care. Some of the negativity focuses on strong opinions about topics that do concern me. That's not the real point here, though.

The one basic premise that these writers have been trying to get across, and the one that everybody seems to be missing in the crossfire that inevitably follows is:

Think, people, think. When you're going about your day, don't just move blindly. Thank about what you're doing and why.

It's a great big world out there, folks, and there's no one-size-fits-all solution. The thing that irritates me more than any other thing out there is a knee-jerk, uninformed reaction. Get informed, read, research, and learn before you make the decision that's right for you and yours. Don't you owe it to yourself?

posted by Carrie at 12:07 AM

August 26, 2003

First class

I'll write more about it tomorrow; I'm sleepy. I just wanted to say that it went okay. I probably should have stopped more often to ask whether they had any questions, and the amount of material covered was huge but couldn't be helped. After all, half of them showed upwith their books still shrink-wrapped; it wasn't as if they'd done any pre-reading that would have let me skip over the bulk of the necessary terms and concepts.

Next week will be better. Tonight wasn't bad (though I went in there shaking like a leaf, and I think it was obvious).

posted by Carrie at 10:50 PM

August 22, 2003


Big news brewing around here, and not of the good sort. Well, maybe not of the bad sort, either, precisely, but it wasn't news I wanted to get. I don't know whether I'll be able to talk coherently about it for a while.

Let's just say that it involves Eric's job, and it doesn't involve Pennsylvania. Think north, and you'll be on the right track.

And, like everything else in my life, there's nothing definite yet. Have I mentioned lately how much I hate waiting?

posted by Carrie at 04:07 PM

August 10, 2003

Heck with it

I'm going to bed. The entry can wait until tomorrow.

And my leg itches like fire. Something bit me, or stung me, or something Thursday afternoon, and it turned blood red and hurt like crazy until I numbed it with ice. Now it's swollen and purply around the spot. I'm probably going to lose the leg, aren't I? That'd be my luck.

posted by Carrie at 10:55 PM


I've got an entry completely written and ready to upload just as soon as my host gets back to me and we fix a few things. In the meantime:

  • Today, when we were getting ready to leave the house, Sam got hungry. He wandered downstairs, went to the pantry, and got out the bread box and the jar of Nutella before he finally called for help. He really loves sandwiches.
  • For lunch, we went to Red Lobster (bad budgeteers). Eric's totally going to Parenting Hell for this; Sam wouldn't touch his popcorn shrimp, though we knew he'd love them if he'd just try one, so Eric told him they were candy. Sam promptly devoured almost all of them.
  • Yesterday we hit Group Nirvana. Alysia and I went shopping; her husband watched the boys, who were so thrilled to be together that they let him get twice as much yard work done as he would have been able to do otherwise; and Eric was able to do electrical work in a quiet and safely empty house. Everybody wins!

Now I'm going to put Sam to bed and have a beer. I feel much better now!

posted by Carrie at 08:53 PM

August 09, 2003

Busy weekend

So far, anyway. We've had a friend from out of town visiting with us since Thursday (personal to Kathy and Laurie: Protho came to see us, nyah nyah!), and schedules have been thrown away for the moment. We actually went to see a baseball game on Thursday, where Sam spent the entire time climbing the step next to my seat and jumping ("Shrump! Shrump!") off.

I'm exhausted, and it's only Saturday morning. What's wrong with me?

posted by Carrie at 09:31 AM

August 06, 2003


You know, when you wake up in the morning to a message on your answering machine from your mother, left at 9:30 the night before, and you realize that the whole family was sound asleep by then...

That's when you know you're getting old.

posted by Carrie at 08:02 AM

July 29, 2003


Thanks for all the virtual hugs. I've really needed them lately. (And getting my period, on top of everything else, certainly didn't help.)

I've now definitely got the position to teach "Music of World Cultures" as well as class piano. I'm beginning to realize that I just give really good interview. Heh. If I could only find a job where my main responsibility was just to be interviewed, I'd do brilliantly. Maybe I should just become famous. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Serious stuff to follow.

Mom has a diagnostic mammogram scheduled for Thursday and an appointment with an oncologist for the next Thursday. After a couple of runarounds from the HMO ("No breast surgeons on the plan in your area" when there actually were), she finally found one to whom she needs to have her medical records sent.

Mom sounds pretty stable, just guarded like she tends to be in these situations. I'm recalling when she told me she had thyroid cancer and the sound of tight control in her voice. I don't know if she falls apart at night; she's never let me see.

I wonder a little whether the sudden opportunity to move to Lancaster was God's way of letting me be with my mom when she needs me. I'd rather not believe that; I'd rather not think that this will turn into a situation where it would be necessary to be close to her for a long period. Call it denial, and it probably is; I just don't, just can't, believe that this will be as bad as it looks.

No word yet on Lancaster, by the way. We're waiting to hear on every front, it seems, and I hate waiting. I work out to pass the time, and I end up working out way too hard. I'm getting ready to go to the gym now, in fact. I want to be a sweating, tired, non-thinking being for a while.

posted by Carrie at 08:15 AM

July 24, 2003

Add This To The Mix

I just found out the "salary" for the teaching position. Let's just say that I made more as a struggling graduate assistant. Wow.

Food for thought.

posted by Carrie at 07:38 PM

July 23, 2003


I'm an adjunct instructor. How'd that happen?

I have one section of class piano (hopefully it's more fun to teach than to take, as Eric and everyone else I knew who suffered through it quite detested it) and am waiting to hear back about a section of Music from World Cultures (what other cultures exist?) and one of Music Appreciation. The very hyperactive woman who interviewed me seemed keen to get me giving private composition lessons as well, but I wonder if it will be too late to add those applied lessons to the coming semester's course list, as they weren't anticipating having a composer apply.

Anyway. Orientation tomorrow. I don't even know how much I'll be paid yet. This happened really, really fast, which was actually the answer to the prayer I said on my way there. "God," I said, "You know I'm of mixed feelings about all this. If this is the right move for me, then make it an easy decision to make."

And the next thing I knew, I was hired.

posted by Carrie at 06:07 PM

July 22, 2003

Why Won't He Sleep?

Seriously; he's sitting under the computer table, counting my toes, after maybe a ten-minute nap this afternoon. Ugh.

Eric's away on business until Thursday night. I hate it when he has to take trips like this; not only do I miss him, but Sam goes nuts when Daddy fails to come home from work in the evenings. Getting him to sleep, as he continually stares out the window, saying, "Daddy? Car? Daddy?" is more than a small trial, and it makes me want to stare out the window in longing, too.

My shoulders and legs are starting to ache a bit from this morning's workout. I've gone twice now, and I'm loving it. I'm not really loving the tantrums that come when I have to take Sam out of the kids' room to go home, but they're a small price to pay, I suppose.

And all these things are what I'm using to avoid thinking about the job fair tomorrow and what I'm going to wear, when I haven't had to look professionally good for over two years.

posted by Carrie at 03:59 PM

July 21, 2003


See this? One of the local community colleges is opening a brand new fine and performing arts center and starting many new programs. There was an ad in yesterday's paper for a job fair on Wednesday; among the part-time positions they want to fill are instructors for Music History, Music Appreciation, Choir Director, and private lesson teachers.

I wonder. If the classes are in the evenings or weekends, I could do it without problem. If they meet only once or so during the week in the day, I could probably do that, too; the college has daycare for instructors, and Sam loves daycare-type situations. The question is, then, am I ready to go back to work? If I wanted to do it, this would be just the kind of thing I love and, go figure, am trained to do. Eric showed me the ad, and though he says he's not pressuring me at all, it's no secret that he'd love me to be bringing home money on a regular basis again.

Hmm. I think I'll at least check out the job fair. No pressure or commitment required for that, right?

posted by Carrie at 02:27 PM

July 20, 2003


Head aches.

Alysia and family came over last night for dinner (enchiladas that were decidedly un-spicy, contrary to what some other people might have you believe). They brought wine...and perhaps the less said about that, the better. It was very, very good wine, and I am apparently a very, very cheap date.

The boys played in Sam's room without incident. At one point in the evening, we realized they were being especially quiet, so we peeked in to find them sitting on Sam's bed, reading his books. At another point, the boys brought out rhythm instruments, played an quick, impromptu concert, then scurried back to the bedroom. It's truly astounding to watch these two play together in ways that just seem too mature for their ages.

Good food, good wine, good friends, good conversation. Good night...

...bad morning. Urk.

posted by Carrie at 09:38 AM

July 17, 2003


In the spirit of complete randomness:

Weeding around rosebushes hurts.
I made quail, couscous, and falafel for dinner last night.
Sam wants to watch movies every waking hour that we're home.
(He prefers to not be home.)
Yesterday, for the first time ever, I managed to French (Freedom?) braid my hair.
Lots of hardwood means lots of dusting.
Whoever wired this house was on crack; everything seems to be on the same circuit.
I need to fence our backyard, but I've heard it's expensive.
I think we'll go to the library today, and maybe to the park, too.
Sam now goes to the pantry, gets out his own food, and eats it without asking for help at all.
I think we might move the housewarming party to the 10th, a Sunday.
I like both sets of our next-door neighbors.
I've been feeling huge, so I went on SlimFast a few days ago.
SlimFast probably won't work if I can't keep from snacking.
It's hard to give up snacking when Sam wants to snack all day long.
I want to take a nap, and it's not even ten.

posted by Carrie at 09:19 AM

July 16, 2003


Things have changed since moving into the new house. We no longer have the old TV in the bedroom, so I don't watch TV as I'm falling asleep anymore. Honestly, I'm enjoying my new bedroom so much that I'm in no hurry to leave it and run downstairs to watch, either. My evening television viewing has dropped to nil, and I don't really miss it. Instead, as Sam is dropping to sleep, I read; I just finished Baby Catcher and A Midwife's Story, and I'm working on Diary of a Midwife (give me a break; they were all next to each other on the library shelf).

Sam has new routines, too. He likes his new bathtub, so he actively requests baths on most nights (instead of the every other night routine we had at the old place). He takes off his own clothes and diapers, and he climbs into the tub all by himself. He likes to go upstairs at night, and he stands on tiptoe to turn on the light before he goes. When he gets up there, he climbs onto his play table to reach the light switch for the rest of the room; you can't distract or dissuade him from doing those steps before he moves on to anything else.

And Eric? He's still settling in. He muses about starting new routines here and there, but nothing's firming yet for him. Soon, though.

I think this is going to work out for all of us.

posted by Carrie at 09:29 AM

July 12, 2003

Lazy Saturday

Well, relatively speaking. We worked on getting the office usable; Eric finally managed to ground the outlets. Sam napped while we worked, and then we made a Sam's Club run. Now Eric's out buying lettuce, and we're having tacos for dinner. I may work on Audrey III a little this evening.

We've tentatively scheduled an open house/housewarming party for August 9, pending finding out whether Eric has to make any business trips. We were thinking of having one "whenever things get finished," but it's looking as though it may be better to have a date toward which we can work.

Anybody want to come to a party?

posted by Carrie at 06:28 PM

July 11, 2003

Soda (or Pop)

No more soda in the house. Eric refused to believe that last night, making me go search to te very back of the fridge for any misplaced and forgotten cans. Alas, there is none, and there will be none, at least until I find out whether it's the caffeine making me a no-sleep maniac.

I've been a very grumpy mama and wife on no sleep. Sam's being a typical two-year-old, too, which is exacerbating the situation for me; I'm yelling, and I hate yelling. I apologized to him this morning with Sour Cream Pancakes, of which he devoured three and almost a fourth without blinking.

Sour Cream Pancakes

Stir together 1/2 c. all-purpose flour, 3 T. sugar, 1/2 tsp. salt, and 1/2 tsp. baking soda in a small mixing bowl.

Lightly beat 4 eggs in a large mixing bowl to break the yolks. Stir in 2 c. sour cream and 1 tsp. vanilla. Stir in dry ingredients until just combined.

Heat greased griddle to medium-high heat; turn down to medium. For each pancake, spoon about 1 T. batter onto the griddle and cook until top begins to bubble and bottom is golden. (They have to be small, since they're so delicate that they're hard to flip.) Flip and cook other side.

Serve with syrup.

Sam called them "cake."

I'm so sleepy; even with no caffeine past about 2:00 yesterday afternoon, I still slept poorly. I may nap with Sam today.

posted by Carrie at 10:41 AM

July 10, 2003


I am just not sleeping well lately. It's not Sam; he's sleeping very well and not waking me at all. It could be the new house. I just keep waking, all night long, and I feel like I'm never getting a deep enough sleep.

Could be caffeine; with all the moving and gardening, I've been drinking more, and it's been mostly Diet Coke, I'm embarassed to say.

I need a good night's rest. It's probably worth giving up the soda, just to see if that's the issue, right?

posted by Carrie at 09:13 AM

July 05, 2003


My brother came up to spend the Fourth with us, like last year. It was a blessing in many ways, especially since Sam's been wandering for weeks, asking for "my Cory." Cory had to leave before any fireworks started, since he works for the PGA and had to run a tournament this morning. It was stormy, anyway, so we opted not to go to the fireworks display ourselves; we did step out onto the widow's porch and were able to see at least three different municipality displays from there.

Then Sam went to sleep, thoroughly awed ("Stars! Pretty!"), and Eric and I made some fireworks of our own. Mmmm...Good holiday.

posted by Carrie at 10:11 AM

July 03, 2003

Serious withdrawal

I'm back, kind of. The outlets in the office are ungrounded, so until Eric gets around to fixing them, I'm limited to furtive laptop use in the living room. Plus, we just got out phone line working this morning due to a snafu with the phone company, and we decided to go back to dial-up for financial reasons. Ugh!

The house is beginning to come together, though we still have boxes lying around and some areas (Sam's room, the bathrooms) are still woefully unpacked. The garden looks like a dangerous jungle, and until I get somebody out here who can tell me which plants are flowers and which are weeds, I'm afraid to touch anything. We're living, though, and it's all pretty excellent so far.

I've actually got a couple of entries written longhand, so as soon as I can get them typed and uploaded, you'll see the fun we've been having. Until then, I'm here...sort of.

I'm terrified to look at my inbox...

posted by Carrie at 07:55 PM

June 23, 2003


We got back in yesterday afternoon and immediately jumped back into the saddle of packing again. More boxes, more lifting, more carrying. Eric had found a reel mower at a yard sale on Friday, so he took that over with him to try to tackle the jungle of a yard we were beginning to own.

(He ended up only using it for about ten minutes before one of our new neighbors took pity on him and offered him the use of his own gas mower. The reel mower works great, but not on foot-and-a-half-high weeds.)

Now we're back to the grind. Maybe when Sam naps today (Please!) I'll recap the weekend in the journal. It was great fun, and Sam is still asking for more grandparent time.

posted by Carrie at 08:49 AM

June 20, 2003

On our Way

We're leaving in a few. See you on Monday!

posted by Carrie at 06:17 PM


An hour and a half before we're supposed to leave for Pittsburgh...


I'm so happy, I could cry. And with the way my day's been going that would probably be the most cathartic thing I could do.

posted by Carrie at 03:53 PM

June 19, 2003

It's Not My Imagination!

For months now, I've been getting frustrated over what seemed like a gradula disappearnce of spoons. I rationalized it by saying that we eat lots of "spoon foods," and that Sam primarily uses spoons, so they must all be in the dishwasher.

But I'm packing now, and there's no way to mistake it: a good portion of our spoons are gone! What in the world...?!

posted by Carrie at 04:08 PM

June 16, 2003

Will it never End?!

I should be so lucky, right? No, we have tons more stuff to move, but today we managed to take over to the new place (along with another big pile of boxes, mostly books) two bookshelves, the coffee table, and Sam's bed. We're moving right along!

We'd have done more moving, but we spent the afternoon celebrating Sam's birthday at the zoo. Sam and Zach had a blast chasing each other all over the place, barely stopping long enough to, you know, look at any animals. At one point, another older boy chastised Sam for speaking too loudly near the monkeys, and before we knew it, Zach had interposed himself between Sam and the boy, putting his arm around Sam's shoulders in a show of support. The two were hugging and giggling all day long.

Zach got Sam a present, too. We now have our own interactive Mike and Sulley. So far, Sam has hugged them, kissed them, made them kiss each other, and put them to bed. If that isn't enough to give you cavities, you have better teeth than mine.

posted by Carrie at 09:25 PM

June 12, 2003

Birthday Boy's gift?

Think Sam would like a pillow? Maybe if I could convince him that it has to stay in his room only...

(Link swiped from Jennifer!)

posted by Carrie at 03:25 PM

June 07, 2003

Reading fun

Got a new book today. I can't wait; I finished the first book in the series, How Few Remain, last night, and I'm salivating for more. I love me some alternate history; several times near the end of the book, I had to remind myself that the South hadn't won the Civil War.

Harry Turtledove is a genius. I normally don't even like war stories, but these have me hooked!

posted by Carrie at 08:16 PM

June 05, 2003

Feeling Better

Well, at least a little bit, though my knees are a little wobbly for some reason (the coffee comes to mind, though one large mug has never done me in before now, even after a long break). A very goofy boy is making me feel better in large part; he just stuck one of his cars down the front of his onesie and is dancing around the room, shaking his belly and yelling, "Whoa!" I don't pretend to understand, but it makes me smile.

He learned to say his own name yesterday, though he still won't say it in response to questioning, but only when he wants to hear the sound of it. "Sam...Sammy...Sam..." He's also taken to trying to "write" it on his Magnadoodle whenever he's not trying to draw "tarz" ("stars"). He's very proud of himself lately, crying "Book-a me!" ("Look at me!") and "Dissen me!" ("Listen to me!") How can we resist that request?

Less than two weeks until his birthday. Whoa.

posted by Carrie at 09:56 AM

June 04, 2003


Eric called earlier. He got a raise; yay for him (and us)! Right after I hung up the phone with him, Sam managed to get hold of it, and when I saw him running past me with it, I heard talking on the other end. I gave chase, grabbed the phone, and heard Eric laughing his head off on the other end. Sam must have speed-dialed Daddy, and he was very unhappy to have his conversation interrupted.

My stomach is killing me. Something I ate, I think.

I accidentally fell asleep while nursing Sam down for his nap, and now I feel all groggy. Weird, unsettling dreams and a too-narrow bed. At least Sam seems to have slept well and wasn't too grumpy when he woke.

It's all nasty and grey here. Bleah.

posted by Carrie at 05:13 PM

May 31, 2003

Brain dump

I sent my camera off to Olympus today. They give a free estimate for repairs before they do anything, so I figured I might as well give them the chance to do that. I just know it's going to be a huge amount, though, and we might as well buy a new camera as get this one fixed, and we can't really afford either.

I was going to do a new entry in the journal, but I got all depressed at the though at not being able to use pictures. Bah.

We went to Lowe's (home improvement store) this afternoon to explore as new homeowners. I tell you, it's a whole new experience. Suddenly, new worlds are open to us! Carpet and wallpaper are actually relevant. Eric was examining whirlpool tubs as a distinct possibility. We also got some potential ideas for what to do with the water garden.

For dinner, Eric wanted to go for sushi. We only do that once in a blue moon, and Sam is now big enough to require food of his own, as he wasn't on previous jaunts. We got him some Tatsuta Age, and surprise! he loved it. Of course, it was basically fried chicken, but it looked different enough that we weren't sure how he'd feel. He also enjoyed my white rice, but we expected that.

Eric leaves on a business trip tomorrow, and he'll be gone until late Tuesday. I hope this goes well; Sam doesn't do well without Daddy for long (and "long" can frequently be counted in hours).

posted by Carrie at 08:14 PM

May 28, 2003

Field Trip

Guess what Sam and I went to see today?

(Not my picture, as they were being very cautious about photography around the baby)

Our local zoo had an elephant birth on April 30, and today was the first day that the baby was shown to the public. There was a very long line, and we were only allowed to view the mama and baby for three minutes per group, but it was worth it. The yet-to-be-named baby looked so tiny walking between its mama's legs; it was hard to believe that he was 275 pounds at birth and is putting on two pounds a day on mama's milk! (I asked how often he nurses, and the zookeeper told me, "All day long, for a few minutes at a time." Gee, that sounds familiar!)

Anyway, Sam kept murmuring, "Baby! Baby!" It was a really special moment, and I'm glad he was awake to see it, since he's now sacked out cold and sleeping like the dead.

posted by Carrie at 03:21 PM

May 21, 2003


I have a legal question, and I know that I have at least a couple of lawyers reading. It's not really my problem, but a friend's, so I have to be a little bit vague.

Say one party opens a business, and shortly thereafter, another party opens a competing business, selling similar products but to a different market. The first business owner is happy to coexist, as there seems to be plenty of room for both to operate.

Then the first owner begins hearing rumors that she has closed. These rumors are traced back to the other shop, whose owners are busily telling all of their customers the story. Upon investigation, it is learned that before they told this story, they were actively disparaging the first store's product to their buyers as "garage-sale."

What should be done? What can be done?

posted by Carrie at 01:49 PM

Pacing the Floor

Just keeping myself occupied and sane, as much as possible...

What did you guys have for lunch today? I had the best sandwich: cream cheese with green onions and chives, a slice of Colby Jack, spinach, tomato, and cotto salami. Yum! With a Diet Vanilla Coke, too.

I'm surprised I could taste it (or anything), really. It must have been one heck of a sandwich.

posted by Carrie at 01:22 PM

May 20, 2003


Somebody posted the lyrics to Joni Mitchell's "The Circle Game" to a listserv of mine this morning. I'd never heard it, so I downloaded the mp3 of it.

And then I cried. And cried.

The Circle Game
by Joni Mitchell

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star

Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when you're older must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him take your time it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Copyright © Siquomb Publishing Company

posted by Carrie at 04:34 PM

May 15, 2003

Yesterday's scary moment

Had a moment yesterday, let me tell you. I was doing laundry, not paying much attention, and managed to get powder laundry detergent all over my hand, under my fingernails, etc. I made a mental note to wash my hands as soon as I got the load started, but as I pushed the "start" button, Sam started crying and I promptly forgot all about it.

Fifteen minutes or so later, I noticed that my stomach was cramping violently. I chalked it up to gas.

Five minutes after that, I realized that I was chewing my fingernail and had been doing so for some time. Ack!

I quickly washed the remainder of the detergent from my hand, chased whatever I'd ingested with tons of water, called Eric, and curled up on my side, whimpering, to see what happened. The cramps subsided after a bit, thank God. Sam was very sympathetic, giving me hugs and patting my cheek; I have high hopes for him as a caring husband one day.

Anyway, I learned my lesson. I'm just grateful it wasn't as bad as I probably deserved.

posted by Carrie at 11:42 AM

Delayed gratification?

Just so you know, I'm going to be buying cases of the limited-edition dark chocolate and white chocolate Reese's cups. I'm aware that I can't have peanut butter just now, with Sam still nursing, but they'll keep in my freezer until the glorious day arrives on which I may partake. Yum.

posted by Carrie at 09:02 AM

May 11, 2003


We're back, and Happy Mother's Day!

Didn't eat Ethiopian, but here are some of the highlights (and lowlights) from our trip:

  • The Birkenstock store was having a sale, announced with a banner on the side of the building that I happened to spy. Eric sprung these on me (except in all black) as a Mother's Day Gift.
  • We had a blast in the hotel's pool - until Sam got a mouthful of chlorine, gagged, and threw up in the water. Luckily it was already late in the evening, since the pool had to be shut down for two hours to be cleaned.
  • We tried Korean food last night (takeout in the hotel), along with some sushi. The sushi was good, but the Korean left me cold; the soup had some kind of translucent noodles in it that completely grossed me out.
  • We had Mother's Day lunch at a restaurant named Road Runner; it was Looney-Tune themed, but the food was gourmet and absolutely delicious. They gave mothers free desserts today, but after I made my choice from the dessert tray and the waitress went to get the cake from the kitchen, Sam burst into tears, begging her to come back with the sweets. Everyone around us cracked up in sympathy for him.
He hasn't napped in the two days we've been away, so he's miserable right now. Hope he sleeps well tonight!

posted by Carrie at 06:10 PM

May 10, 2003

This weekend

We're heading to Ann Arbor for Mother's Day weekend! What a nice treat! A hotel with a pool and hot tub, good eating, and lots of fun stuff to see. We may even try the Ethiopian restaurant this time.

I hope Eric is willing to drive and let me sleep in the car a little; a thunderstorm kept me awake for much of last night. It was like lightning you might see in movies - incredible, but definitely impossible to ignore. Sam woke up, but luckily didn't freak out too much; he just curled up close to me and pulled my arms around him tightly.

(By the way, I have hope for co-sleeping mamas whose babes will "never sleep through the night." Guess who goes without nursing most nights now? Of course, he turns into a "nur-nur fiend" around 7 in the morning, but mostly he sleeps curled up with his back to me or Eric all night long. Now, how long will it be before he decides to give that big boy bed another shot?)

posted by Carrie at 08:35 AM

May 07, 2003


The house inspection is tonight, in about eight hours. I'm a little nervous that he'll find something catastrophically wrong, but I'm feeling mostly positive.

Sam is being angelic. A little clingy at times, but mostly so very independent and sweet that it kills me.Yesterday he went up to his room and made himself a little drumset out of his rhythm instruments. He had two "drums" (a tambourine and a little bongo) on the floor in front of him and a triangle hanging from his wagon over that. With two mallets, he whacked and banged, occasionally stopping to sing a little bit. He did all this with no help and didn't even realize I was watching him for a long time.

His current favorite word (well, one of them) is "potty." He chants, "Potty, potty," over and over as he carries his potty chair into whatever room in which Eric and I are sitting. Then he puts it in the middle of the floor and sits on it to announce "Pee-pee!" Of course, he doesn't actually go; he only sits for a few moments before getting up to carry the potty to another location.

Lately he's begun to refer consistently (and enthusiastically) to nursing as "Nur-nur." When he's done nursing, he pops up and chirps, "All gone!"

If you say, "One, two," he follows up with "Tee, foh!" If you say, "That's me!" [the end of the theme song to Caillou, his favorite cartoon], he responds with the correct line: "And me!"

Other recent verbalisms:

  • Bird ("burrrrrr")
  • Bite
  • Water
  • Yee-haw (Thank you very much, Grandma and Grandpa)
  • Watch
  • Cookie
  • Walk
  • Fish
  • House
  • Home
  • Ouch
  • Hats
  • Juice
  • Honey (as a term of endearment, when distressed)
  • Kiss
...and countless others I'm forgetting.

posted by Carrie at 08:21 AM

May 05, 2003


The in-laws have gone home. Eric took the day off from work to spend with them, so we've had a pretty peaceful afternoon here. Tacos for dinner to celebrate Cinco de Mayo (in a Yankee sort of way).

After the in-laws saw the rest of the house (the first evening they were here, they insisted on going to see it, even though we could just show them the exterior), they were a little more positive about it. Rita likes it, but she's a worrier by nature. Ronnie is concerned about the roof, thinks the air and heater are "too old," and hates the idea of the dormer bedroom. They both agreed that the inspector will know best, though. Between the two of them, they have Eric unable to sleep at night out of fear over losing our shirts on the deal.

On the whole, I would just about rather have not even shown it to them until after the inspection. Food for thought if we don't buy this house and we have to go through this again.

posted by Carrie at 06:00 PM

April 23, 2003


Much better. I even switched a little furniture around to give myself a bookshelf next to my side of the bed. A clock radio of my own! Yay!

posted by Carrie at 03:47 PM

April 21, 2003


Looked at this one this afternoon. Oh, loooooooove... It's gorgeous. It's on the upper end of our price range, but doable.

It's also, according to the representing agent, pending sale to somebody else. But the other agent who showed it to us said something didn't sound right about that, so she's passing on our names and will see what we can do. Not getting our hopes too high, but isn't it lovely?

Also saw this one. Eric liked it, but I'm not sold. It would take a lot more work to make it feel "nice," if you know what I mean. It feels and looks much older and more run-down.

posted by Carrie at 02:30 PM

April 17, 2003

Feeling good

It's been one heck of a day! First, I called the bank officer with whom we met yesterday, and she informed me that our credit was "perfect" and that we could be pre-approved for a mortgage amount that should allow us to get a rather nice house. Second, we went out to the community gardens and found that our "half-plot" is actually a full-sized plot, with half of its ground located in a rather sunny area. Nice!

Oh, and in between the two, I visited the store and saw one of my hats sell. Gravy, I tell you.

posted by Carrie at 05:23 PM


Dreamt that I was on some kind of reality show, and I went out on a date with Mike Myers. We really hit it off, too.

Still having trouble waking up and reentering reality this morning.

posted by Carrie at 08:18 AM

April 15, 2003

Still alive

You know, there's a certain amount of relief that comes with a downed Internet connection. We've had a quiet, low-tech weekend away from the computer. Now that I'm back, I have much catching-up to do, but it felt good to have a mini-vacation.

Sam was sick yesterday with a cold, but he seems fine today - no more runny nose or anything. I'm so, so glad it disappeared quickly; he was absolutely miserable yesterday. Maybe with him having healed so fast, I actually stand a chance of not catching it myself.

Oh, and we're buying a house. We looked at a few over the weekend, and we're meeting with a mortgage originator tomorrow afternoon. I hope this goes as quickly as Sam's cold did.

posted by Carrie at 11:26 AM

April 08, 2003


I want.

posted by Carrie at 07:42 AM

April 04, 2003

Too early for me

Bleary-eyed, hunched over. Sam is blissfully pushing around balls of Kix cereal with his cars before eating them, and his cartoons are playing behind him. It's too early for me, for some reason, though it's no earlier than usual.

The main character on this otherwise innocuous PBS cartoon just told a bee to "go pollenate yourself." Is it just me, or is that a little risque for PBS?

posted by Carrie at 08:50 AM

March 31, 2003


Oh, my. A KitchenAid Mixer for $100? Too good for me to pass up; Eric just had me order ours.

posted by Carrie at 06:44 PM

March 26, 2003

Thumb twiddling

Scatteredness. It's that kind of day.

In a couple of weeks, I'm helping my friend run a booth at a craft show, selling things made for her store by local moms. My hats will be there, but I'm also adding an extra dimension to that little business. Along with the ready-to-wear hats, I'm going to add a custom-made division. People can pick and choose color, yarn, size, and style (brim, pattern, embellishments); I'll have a stack of checklists that buyers can complete to order their hats. I just need to make the forms now.

Don't know what to make for dinner tonight. I actually have ground beef, which I haven't cooked in over a month now.

It feels odd to have Eric at work; he was on vacation from last Thursday until yesterday. Sam was thrilled, but the change to regular routine wasn't as bad today as it has been after previous vacations.

Sam recognizes and can name two of the Teletubbies: Laa-Laa ("Ya-ya!") and Po ("Paaaaaaa!") He was flipping through a Teletubbies board book and pointed to them as he said their names. It's fun to watch him "read" lately; he points at characters in bed and says "Nigh-nigh," and he indicates all references to food as "Mmmmmm!" Of course, pictures of vehicles get visited repeatedly so he can say "Beep, beep," "Choo-choo," or "Brmm, brmm."

I really should eat lunch. I feel so unmotivated.

posted by Carrie at 01:20 PM

March 19, 2003


Or lack thereof. We're supposed to go to the nursing home this morning, but I'm not dressed and neither is Sam. I just don't have the ambition to get going today. The house is a wreck, and my parents are coming this weekend. I need to clean, do laundry, finish a couple of knit hats...and all I want to do is vegetate on the couch with a book.

Somebody kick me in the butt. Please?

posted by Carrie at 09:26 AM

March 10, 2003

Random things

We had a bit of a mystery this weekend. After our friends left on Saturday, it was very late, so I tried to put Sam to bed almost immediately. The lights were off, it was quiet, he was nursing - and then, suddenly, he jerked awake with a look of extreme fright on his face. He bolted upright, began scooting on his bottom frantically away from the blankets, and screamed in terror. I tried to soothe him, and eventually he calmed down - until he was almost asleep, at which point he jerked awake again and repeated the whole scene.

Again and again this happened. I searched the blankets, wondering if something was pricking his feet; I felt in his pajamas to see if something was poking him. I couldn't find anything. He would fall asleep in my arms while I rocked him, but the moment I put him on the bed, he freaked. I put him on top of the blankets, but he still cried. I still have no idea what was bothering him; eventually he went to sleep, but not for a long time.

Sometimes raising a toddler is full of mystery. Right now he's clinging to Eric's arm, continually repeating something along the lines of, "Oh, Baby, please! Please?" We think he wants Eric to help stop the poop, but there's no way to be sure.

He's got many words at this point, but in most mixed company, he remains cheerfully silent. He communicates through pointing and occasional grunting when we're in public, smiling and keeping his mouth closed. I think he's just not confident enough with his language skills to want to try them out with people he doesn't know; around the house and when he's with close friends, he babbles and talks quite a bit.

And now he's finally pooping, I think, so I need to go provide him with his necessary cheering squad. Poor boy.

posted by Carrie at 08:01 PM

February 24, 2003


Yes, it's nice being "Mommy." Know what else is nice? Finding a new group of people, one that has never heard of you, that greets you as somebody apart from your mama-ness, that embraces you as a unique individual, and that appreciates you for a wit that exists outside the realms of parenthood.

Having the one and having the other. That's bliss.

I'm feeling pretty good about myself and my world today. How's that for a Participation Positive?

posted by Carrie at 04:28 PM

February 20, 2003


I feel a little ambivalent about the new doc. On the one hand, she seemed nice enough, and her nurse assistant was wonderful. She asked plenty of questions and seemed as competent as one might expect from an appointment that was largely an interview.

On the other hand, she gave me a lecture about vaccinations and was a little hesitant about how to deal with Sam. He didn't want to show her his teeth, and she just seemed clueless when it came to persuading him. Admittedly, it was the first time she'd ever seen him, but still.

I don't know. I think I need another appointment with her before I make any decisions. If all else fails, my friend has a great doctor she and her son see. He won't take children under 2, but he'll be there in another four months.

posted by Carrie at 09:03 PM

February 16, 2003

Valentine's weekend

It's been a busy, busy Valentine's weekend around here.

The date went fabulously. Sam stayed at his friend Zach's house, the two of them with a great sitter, while Zach's parents went with us to eat Mongolian Barbecue in Ann Arbor. Good food, great company. Gosh, I miss going out with other grown-ups, feeling free to order a nice drink, and having sparkling conversation! I hope we can repeat this soon, especially since Sam and Zach had a great time as well. When we got home, Sam was passed out cold on the bed (Zach was still awake and watching movies), looking as though he'd played himself into a coma.

Yesterday we went out again. We had two gift certificates to spend; the first went for lunch at a local sports bar, where we played trivia, and the second went for a first aid kit at Sam's Club. Side trips to the yarn store and to the library as well; I feel as though I've been running around like mad since Friday morning, and this is the first time I've had to sit down and catch my breath. Whew! I hope you guys had good Valentine's Days, too.

Sam's latest trick: he puts his finger to his lips and says "Sssssss!" when I hush him. Then he cackles.

posted by Carrie at 09:51 AM

February 13, 2003

More randomness

The duck was superb. Even Sam had a taste, though he spat it out once he'd sucked out all the juices. It did indeed taste like chicken, though the skin was fattier. Interestingly, the meat itself was actually pretty lean.

Sam has been having a rotten day, full of tantrums and cries. He didn't want to nurse, but he didn't want me to put my breast away, and he didn't want me to hold him, but screamed the house down when I put him down. Finally I said, "Do you want to go in the car?" He immediately stopped crying and ran to bang on the coat closet door. He threw a minor fit when I went to brush my teeth before we could leave, but was happy once we were on the road. We went to Alysia's store for a few hours, and all was well - for that period, anyway.

Anybody know of a good homeopathic or herbal remedy/supplement for impatience? (For me, of course, not him.)

posted by Carrie at 09:50 PM

February 12, 2003

Random Thoughts

Making the duck right now, and boy howdy, does it smell divine. I'm using this recipe that Jordan posted. I'll let you know how it tastes, but I don't think failure will be an issue at this point.

Sam and I went out this afternoon for a few of the ingredients, and I found myself browsing dresses at Target. This Friday, I actually have Plans. Eric, I, and our friends Alysia and Steve (you know, "Zach's mommy and daddy") are going to Ann Arbor for dinner for Valentine's Day. The boys are staying together with a sitter. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to this.

So I'm looking at dresses, and I pick one to take to the dresing room. As I'm wheeling the cart away, Sam looks at me and says, "Shoes, too." I told him he's becoming a bad influence on me.

(Mind you, this is the child who glimpsed a Victoria's Secret commercial last night, stopped dead in his tracks, and murmured, "Ooh, baby!" We have no idea where he picked that up, but we laughed for about five minutes.)

I need to write an entry soon.

posted by Carrie at 06:34 PM

February 10, 2003

The State of the Household

How can 154,472,102 little Matchbox cars simply vanish? One minute, they're neatly in tiny compartments in his car boxes, and the next, they're simply gone, hidden all over the house. I hate the neverending Car Hunt.

In my search for his newest hiding places, I happened to open his toy oven and find...a health insurance statement. Boy, I'm glad somebody's keeping track of those. And what a handy place to store them!

We have more laundry than anybody. You may think you've got more to do than me, but you're wrong. My piles can beat up your piles.

Procrastinating? Nah, not me.

posted by Carrie at 01:27 PM

February 09, 2003


Article done, except for a couple of names I forgot to check. Hats in progress, website in progress. House still looks like a wasteland, and it's making me feel tense to look at it. My stomach feels awful - nauseated, crampy, agonizing. Don't know what's up with that.

I don't know which fights are worse: the ones that are his fault, or the ones that are mine. I think it's the latter.

posted by Carrie at 10:39 PM

February 05, 2003


Still too many irons in the fire, and I'm going nuts trying to keep up. My stress rash is in full force, as a result; I woke up repeatedly last night rubbing my hand on the blanket, desperately trying to make it stop itching. Got an article to write, interviewing to do for said article, hat orders to fill, a website to design for said hats, other website crap that sprouted up today, a house that still looks as though it was hit with a bomb after the party this weekend, and a child who's completely bent on keeping the house in that style. I'm swamped.

But at least dinner was tasty tonight. Stir-fry chicken with an orangey glaze, yum.

posted by Carrie at 08:11 PM

February 04, 2003


Boys are weird. (Both the young and the grown-up versions.)

posted by Carrie at 08:01 PM

February 02, 2003

Happiness Is

...a well-dressed table and a scrumptious lasagne, ready for company. (And it was a grand success!)

posted by Carrie at 05:22 PM

January 25, 2003

So Tired

Oh, God, if I can just get through tomorrow...

Been visiting with my parents, who were helping move my brother out of his Detroit apartment. Bekki and her family came today, and we had a good time (except for when her littlest son Collin toppled into the end table and got a nasty cut near his eye, the poor thing); we worked on setting up her new online digs (coming soon!), and all was great until we found out that her husband was sick and they'd have to head back earlier than planned tomorrow. And speaking of tomorrow, I'm hosting a party here, so I have to get ready for that.

I'm ready to collapse. I hate it when all of my worlds converge into a single moment in time, leaving my head spinning. At the same time, it's a bit exhilarating.

But now I have to sleep.

posted by Carrie at 11:44 PM

January 22, 2003

Down By the Bay

I've had "Down By the Bay" stuck in my head all day long:

Down by the bay,
Where the watermelons grow,
Back to my home
I dare not go

For if I do,
My mother will say,

[Fill in some inane rhyme, such as, "Did you ever see a snake baking a cake?"]
Down by the bay!

So, help me out. What the heck is wrong with the mother? And why would her tendency to say odd things keep the kid away, anyway? These are the thoughts that infect my tired, busy brain.

posted by Carrie at 06:16 PM

January 16, 2003

Two things

In the "Makes you go 'Huh?'" category:

There's an ice cream truck on my block. Music and everything. In 15 degree weather. Popsicles, anyone?

And I just got my application for National American Miss in the mail. Should I be flattered?

posted by Carrie at 02:31 PM

To Do:

Immediate future:

  • Fold laundry
  • Wash diapers
  • Find a recipe for Tofu Parmagiana for dinner
  • Mop kitchen and bathroom
  • Hug the little boy who just woke up from his nap and came downstairs to find me

Near future:

  • Install MT for a certain special gal
  • Write an article on birth order
  • Finish a tam for another special gal
  • Go shopping (we need butter, sugar, and brown sugar)
  • Get to the yarn store to seek out patterns for some summer hats
  • Prepare for the "Anto-Super Bowl party" we're having at our house with some friends (I need to clean, plan a menu, etc.)

Distant future:

  • Get some more work finished on my sweater
  • Research for an article on au pairs
  • Put the bike trailer back outside in my car trunk - oh, for a garage!
  • Write and send out a few query letters for some article ideas I have brewing
  • Finish putting birthdays/anniversaries into my new calendar
  • Um, journal entry, anyone?

Ah, screw it; I'm going to play cars with Sam.

posted by Carrie at 02:15 PM

January 15, 2003

I am in love...

...with the makers of SureTrack. That is all.

posted by Carrie at 03:15 PM

Happy Dance

I'm happier than a lark. Last Christmas, I lost a ring. More specifically, I lost the opal ring that Eric gave me for a wedding gift. It was an oval-shaped stone with a small diamond on either side of it. I loved that ring, possibly more than any other material good I own, and I was heartbroken over its loss.

This morning, I was searching for a pair of socks for Sam, and I thought I remembered seeing a mateless sock in the old diaper bag that we never use anymore. I searched the bag, and sure enough, there was the sock. Suddenly, I spied a glint of something shiny poking out of the lining of the bag. What was that?

My ring!!!

Anyone care to join me in my Snoopy dance? I'll be doing it all day, I'm sure!

posted by Carrie at 01:22 PM

January 13, 2003

I'm Back

Well, that was a little impromptu hiatus. Eric was away on business for the end of last week, and time just got so ahead of me that I didn't even turn on the computer for a couple of days. I found myself actually enjoying the time away from the screen, too, so it felt natural to me to not sit down until a few minutes ago to finally download my email, etc. Family time, away from the world? Nice. Very enjoyable.

So we've been playing, cleaning, watching the DVD's for the third season of Buffy, trying out new recipes, having, erm, "adult time" in the evenings (and afternoons; thank God for lengthy toddler naps!), and just being pretty happy. Tonight I made a meal that, thanks to fish cooking suggestions from many of you, Eric termed "orgasmic." Warm fuzzies all around.

And now I think I'm going to turn off the computer again and give Sam a bath. Nighty-night!

posted by Carrie at 08:03 PM

January 07, 2003


Mmmmm... Bounce Out. No thinking required. Just lots of little bouncy balls.

posted by Carrie at 10:45 AM

January 06, 2003

Home again

We're home, as of yesterday afternoon. I have all the laundry in the world to do, fold, and put away. I have to put away Christmas, including the 56, 253, 176 new toys we brought home with us. And, on top of it all, now I have Sam's cold (along with him, of course). We're a couple of coughy, sniffly, whiny people, I tell you. At least he gets to eat (breastmilk); I have no good food in the house (or at least nothing that looks good to me).

He calls. I come. Bleah.

But we're home!

posted by Carrie at 11:30 AM

January 01, 2003

Happy New Year

Welcome to 2003, everybody! Sam greeted the New Year with a hearty vomiting, bookending the one he gave last night to say farewell to 2002. He doesn't appear to be sick, so all's well that ends well.

Hope your celebrations are less eventful.

posted by Carrie at 10:14 AM

December 26, 2002

Post-Holiday Letdown

Well, the television is back to regularly scheduled programming, and Grandpa is back to work, and the presents are l unwrapped and scattered throughout the house (no matter how hard I try to keep them consolidated to one area, or at least one room). Sam seems quieter, calmer, as if he knows that the holidays are coming to an end.

Just wait until he realizes that we're going to his other grandparents' house for next week. Oh, boy, more Christmas! How on earth are we going to fit it all into the car for the trip home?

posted by Carrie at 10:21 AM

December 18, 2002

Decision, Decisions

Okay, people, you're being too quiet. Here's something that should get you talking, though.

Another prize Eric won at his company Christmas party was a gift certificate for $100 to a fancy-shmancy spa and salon. (He gambled to win extra raffle tickets just for this particular prize; isn't he sweet?) Anyway, I've never been to a spa before, so I have no idea what the best way to spend the certificate might be. I have a list of their services (that's a big honkin' image, but it seemed the best way to do it), so if anybody has any suggestions, I'm all ears!

posted by Carrie at 06:18 PM

December 17, 2002

Blather blather

Made this chicken tonight, subbing corn chips for corn flakes and adding cumin. Delicious, though perhaps not so far as the name of the recipe would imply.

Sam and I ate alone, as Eric had to work late. Sam tasted the chicken and spat it out, preferring to gorge himself on diced mixed vegetables. Is this my son? He first ate all the carrots, then the corn, and finally (after a piece of bread and butter) deigned to finish off the peas. He wouldn't touch the green beans.

Now he's asleep, and boy, do I hope he stays that way. He nursed all night long last night, to the point where I once almost cried and asked Eric to please try to take over. Didn't work. I dreamed of being feasted upon by a pack of wild hyenas.

(It's the dryness of the heat being put out by our uncalibrated heater, I know. His skin looks dry, too, and he must wake up with the same horrid dry mouth that I do. I sympathize, but darn it, I need to sleep!)

posted by Carrie at 09:16 PM

December 12, 2002


I'm back, and my downstairs is clean! I even made cookies with Sam, though his definition of "helping" is "reach frantically for dough, then stuff it in my mouth as though I'm starving."

Anyway, there's that. I feel much better now. (Except for the fact that my throat is killing me, and our humidifier is broken, so I can't even count on that to help tonight.)

posted by Carrie at 06:13 PM


Okay, enough's enough. This place looks like a tornado hit it, and it's driving me craaaaaaaaazy!

I'm turning off the computer, and it's going to stay off until I could feel comfortable taking a photograph of any part of at least the downstairs portion of my house. I'll do the upstairs later.

Here we go! One, two, three - off!

posted by Carrie at 08:32 AM

December 04, 2002

The trip

...wasn't as bad as I expected, though that leaves quite a bit of wriggle room. On the way down, Sam fell asleep twice, but only for short periods. I had to stop twice, but we made it there with our sanities intact.

The visit itself was very enjoyable. Sam was one of the youngest kids there, but he's now old enough that he can and does stand up for himself if anybody tries to take any of his toys. Of course, "his toys" can refer not only to things he owns or is currently holding, but also to anything else in his vicinity that he has ever played with or might like to play with in the future. Naturally, that led to some head to head confrontations with the younger cousins, and I had to play the frequent referee. Still, no (fist-)fighting, no biting, so all's well that ends well. He actually shared a tender "bye-bye" moment with the cousin with whom he fought the hardest, so I doubt there will be any grudges held.

We did have an issue with nighttime. Twice during the course of the trip, when bedtime rolled around, he went bonkers, screaming and punching and yelling, "Nah! Nah! Nah!" He was obviously exhausted, very much in desire of his bed - but this wasn't his bed, or even his house. He would wake up repeatedly at night and yell at the top of his lungs, rolling around all over the bed and refusing to nurse back to sleep.

He's never done this before; usually, my presence in the bed is enough to make it "home." I had relatives suggest that I bring along his personal pillow or blankie for future trips, but he uses neither. Should I get him his own, just for this purpose? I have to say, I never really saw a transitional object as being a mandatory item, especially for co-sleeping families, but now I begin to wonder.

And the trip back home? Well, let's just say that it made the trip down look like perfection. Yikes. At least the falling snow didn't make the roadways slippery, or I might have gone out of my mind entirely.

posted by Carrie at 12:12 PM

November 22, 2002


Boy, if you look at the word "chicken" long enough and enough times, it starts to look really, really strange.

posted by Carrie at 04:15 PM

November 21, 2002


Mmmmm... Soft, new diapers...

I just received my (Sam's?) new, unbleached prefolds (he'd outgrown the old ones, and I didn't have enough terry flats to go more than a few days between washes), and they are positively decadent. So, soft! And I've only washed them four times so far; they're going to get a whole lot softer.

There's just something inexplicably satisfying about wrapping a soft baby bottom in soft cotton.

posted by Carrie at 10:42 AM

November 19, 2002

Ice Cream

I have a new favorite ice cream flavor (especially considering that my old favorite is off limits for another nineteen months now, as long as I'm nursing).

If they get rid of it, I will die. I am not exaggerating.

Everybody, listen up: go buy a container of this, today. Do it for me, even if you decide you don't like the flavor yourself. Please don't let another of my favorite foods vanish before I even have a chance to properly love it. I promise, I'll do the same for you, and I won't complain a lick.

posted by Carrie at 02:23 PM

November 18, 2002


My grandmother - the one who goes around to prisons, playing "praise songs" and ministering to the inmates; the one of whom I have fond memories of waking up all her grandchildren over Easter holidays with hymns on the piano; the one of whom my husband jokes that she has a "direct pipeline to God"...

My grandmother just forwarded me, and the rest of my online family, a comedic excerpt from one George Carlin. Surreal.

And, on an unrelated note, I just got to ban my first IP address. I guess I've "arrived."

posted by Carrie at 09:48 AM

November 16, 2002

Of Course I'm Kidding

Boy, don't you just hate it when you finally finish a project for somebody online, and then they have the audacity to not be sitting right there at their computer, ready to see the results? The nerve!

(Can you tell I'm feeling giddy? Eric's coming home tonight!)

posted by Carrie at 01:55 PM

November 15, 2002


The best way to keep from going crazy with loneliness? Keep busy. Since Eric's been gone, I've:

  • Done tons of dishes
  • Baked a cake
  • Gone through Sam's clothes, pulling out the outgrowns
  • Took his outgrowns to the consignment store
  • Took the things they didn't want, along with Eric's and my discards, to the thrift store
  • Washed diapers
  • Balanced my checkbook and updated Quicken
  • Knitted a hat
  • Began the preliminary planning stage for organizing a new playgroup for Sam

Yep, we've been busy.

posted by Carrie at 09:03 AM

November 10, 2002


We just spent the last half-hour crammed into our little downstairs bathroom, waiting out a tornado warning. It was all black, windy (58 mph), lightning and rain, and it looked like we were going to have some seriously bad stuff.

Geez, it's freaking November! Isn't tornado season supposed to be over? Gah!

posted by Carrie at 06:43 PM

November 09, 2002

Business question

Just one more thing. The knitted hats and things that I'm making for the store need a name. I've come up with several candidates; let me know what you think, or give me a suggestion. Eric's not particularly fond of any of these. Heh.

Name that business!

What should the name of my little business be?

Current Results

Obviously, I'm going for an alliteration thing.

posted by Carrie at 08:30 PM

History's longest day

Went with Eric to his workplace this morning, as he had a little maintenance to do that he said shouldn't take more than a few hours. While he watched Sam, I took his car to get the oil changed. Came back, we ate lunch...and then we waited on the computer to finish its task.

And waited. And waited.

Eric's still there; Sam and I eventually had to leave, since I had to drop off some hats at my friend's store (including a specially ordered one!). Sam never did get his nap today, since he refused to take one at the plant. He's crashed in bed upstairs, and I'm seriously contemplating joining him. My body woke me up at 5:45 this morning, and I'm pooped.

posted by Carrie at 08:09 PM

November 06, 2002

Back in business

Hurrah! It's alive, it's alive! Obviously, KJSL (the machine on which my site is hosted) was out of commission for a few days, but it's back up now. I have mail! I have a journal, and a blog, and, and, and...


Anyway, it's been a pretty crappy couple of days here, even with the outage. We're all sick again, which stinks. Actually, I'm not positive that it's an "again" and not a "still." Sam's on another antibiotic to help with his cough; I can't breathe, and the lack of good air is making me one cranky mama. At least I'm not bleeding anymore; that could have been worse than it was, hormonal outbursts notwithstanding.

One thing I did do with my "spare" time was to decorate the house for Christmas. Yes, it is a little premature, I know. I have three reasons:

  1. The Christmas decorations at the stores have been fascinating Sam;
  2. We're never at the house during the actual holidays, so we might as well get some use out of our decorations while we can; and
  3. We all needed a little emotional lift, and the tree, lights, and decorations are helping.
Sam keeps stripping the tree of its lower, "Sam-safe" decorations; one of them is a little computer, which he loves to take to a table and pretend to operate. He's also partial to a small hippo, a rocking horse, and a silver musical note.

Well, I need to go start dinner. Tell me what all I missed!

posted by Carrie at 05:24 PM

November 02, 2002


For those of you keeping score at home...

After nearly seventeen months since Sam's birth, I have finally received my first period. Go, me.

posted by Carrie at 01:52 PM

November 01, 2002


The Cutie Bunch Friendly Pal Pack

(Make sure your school-aged children are out of the room. You've been warned.)

posted by Carrie at 01:04 PM

October 27, 2002

A cautionary tale

A word to the wise:

If, someday, you should be feeling a bit randy, and your partner should happen to feel likewise...

And if, as frequently happens, the baby is napping, and the location of the nap is your large and comfy bed...

And if, therefore, you decide to use the sofa for your "adult fun"...

And your partner's clothes are off, leaving him deliciously bare (and vulnerable, as a matter of happening)...

And he is about to drop to the sofa, with you upon his lap...

First make certain that the baby has not strewn the top of the sofa with his collection of small plastic animals, else your partner will be suddenly (and painfully) distracted.

posted by Carrie at 04:37 PM

October 25, 2002

Oh, Enrique...

Even Sam laughed at this.

posted by Carrie at 05:21 PM

October 24, 2002

Update on us

A few days on the meds, and Sam looks so much better. He looked like he was starting to perk up mentally yesterday afternoon, after he took an enormous nap, but his face was still puffy and his eyes were dull. This morning, though, things were even more improved. He relaxed in bed with me for a good part of the morning, since I am still feeling pretty icky, and he didn't complain one bit. His appetite is returning, and he hasn't thrown up since Tuesday night. Keeping fingers crossed!

As I mentioned, though, I'm still just this side of death's door. My ears keep popping and squealing, my throat hurts and has a cough, and my nose is hopelessly blocked. On the plus side, though, I was able to use my inability to smell for the greater good, and I cleaned out the fridge. Heh.

posted by Carrie at 12:31 PM

October 21, 2002

So indulge me


Happy Birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday, happy birthday,
Happy birthday to me!

posted by Carrie at 09:01 AM

October 20, 2002


Lots of fun yesterday. Eric and my old composition professor from West Virginia was in town for a new music festival and got to meet Sam for the first time. Sam was pretty shy at first, but by the time Dr. Beall had to leave, Sam was ready to pitch a fit if he couldn't go with him.

A couple hours later, my Mom was here to visit! We're all having a good time so far, except for the fact that Sam decided that napping was out of the question and that he wouldn't even go down to sleep at night without fighting the good fight, complete with rousing battle yells.

We went to the nursing home Halloween party last night, too. Sam was in relatively good form, considering that he hadn't slept all day; he wandered from resident to resident, pulling candy from their buckets and plopping them into his own bag. He got into the game and began trying to take candy from other children's bags, too, and when we stopped him and informed him that only his own bag was fair game, he bgan taking his own candy and putting it into the other kids' bags. They didn't complain about that, anyway.

Now he's showing Grandma how he can cook, using some of my cookies from yesterday. Oh, that reminds me: Eric gave me my birthday presents early!

I got two cookie sheets, a cake pan, and a griddle (from Sam, who loves his pancakes).

posted by Carrie at 08:12 AM

October 10, 2002

Dinner tonight: Stir-fry



Too much Mongolian Fire Oil!

posted by Carrie at 07:29 PM

October 07, 2002

Dinner and stuff

As Eric said, I made meat pies for dinner. They came out really well, too; even Sam seemed to enjoy the few bites he took, and his tastes run decidedly vegetarian. For whatever reason, the garlic pastry dough I made for the crust was absolutely perfect, and Sam and I had a blast playing with the leftovers.

We bought Sam's Halloween costume this weekend. I had originally planned to make his costume, but we found one for half price that was too adorable to pass up. I popped him into it in the store, and he wore it for the rest of the day, looking too precious for words. I'll post pictures of my little bumblebee as soon as I can.

I love my flannel nightgown. Love it, love it.

posted by Carrie at 08:40 PM

October 06, 2002


I hate backseat drivers. And backseat websurfers. And backseat cooks. And, and, and...

If you think you can do it better, then just do it.

posted by Carrie at 06:27 PM

September 30, 2002

To Do Today

  • Write out and mail bills
  • Run to bank to deposit check
  • Start roast for dinner
  • Dishes
  • Laundry
  • Make Eric's birthday cake
  • Change bed linens
  • Vacuum floors

Not so much. I can do this.

posted by Carrie at 10:59 AM

September 22, 2002


Oh, it's lovely outside. Nice and cool, overcast, and autumnly gorgeous. Perfect football weather, or marching band weather, or (as Eric and my brother decided) napping weather. Sam verified that last option, easily going down without protest for a three hour one.

I think we're all going to go for a walk in a minute. I'm in a very good mood, as Eric and I just hacked out a (workable!) budget without arguing once. Yay, us! And the Emmy awards are on later, and we have pizza rolls and beer, and I'm going to make popcorn.

It's a good life, sometimes.

posted by Carrie at 04:56 PM

September 12, 2002


When we woke up this morning, it was fall. Boom, overnight, no more summer. Hurrah! There were crunchy leaves all over the ground, and it was cool enough for jeans. Heaven, I say.

Since I wanted to embrace the day, I readied Sam and took him to the first woodsy, outdoorsy place that crossed my mind: the Wildwoods Metropark. I'd never been there, but had always been curious whenever I drove past the entrance. It was gorgeous! Huge trees everywhere, walking and biking paths, lots of birds and animals, and a beautiful old manor house to tour. Sam was entranced; I let him walk by himself, and he kept picking up sticks and waving them at the trees as he walked. He was slow-going, since for every two feet forward, he insisted on walking one foot back the way we came, but it was worth the needed patience to watch the looks on his face.

We'll have to go back sometime soon with Daddy. Maybe this weekend?

posted by Carrie at 04:47 PM

September 06, 2002


Well, I'm still in West Virginia at the in-laws' house. I tried to update a couple of days ago, but Greymatter horked (must learn Moveable Type, must learn Moveable Type) and I only just got it bck up and running tonight. Suffice it to say that it's been a relatively tranquil visit, all things considered. Sam's had a blast with his Grandpa, riding around on his tractor and general merriment. Rita's been mostly okay, mentally-speaking. We've rested, eaten well, and relaxed. We leave tomorrow; not looking forward to that.

As I've been unable to update anywhere, I've written a couple of entries by hand. I'll have them typed and uploaded soon, so be patient with me!

posted by Carrie at 07:28 PM

August 30, 2002

(Temporarily) Back

Well, we're back from Dayton. It was a reasonably good trip, though there were moments of unspeakable horror from a Sam-point-of-view (will somebody please tell me where he learned to scream like that?); I hope to have a journal entry up sometime today. Of course, that might be too optimistic a goal, since we're leaving either tonight or tomorrow for a week with the in-laws. Still have to do laundry and repack, you know.

When we leave will depend on Sam, methinks. He's much happier now than he has been of late, and I don't want to push him over the edge.

posted by Carrie at 09:46 AM

August 27, 2002


Carrie, reporting to you live from Dayton, Ohio. I'm actually in the mall across the street from our hotel, where a local library branch is allowing my to use their Internet terminal. Very handy.

Things are going quite nicely so far. Sam and I have browsed the mall, swum in the hotel pool (with a simply huge depth range of four to four and a half feet), played a Chuck E. Cheese's (where Sam informed me that playing in a ball pit is not the same thing as playing with balls, the latter being much preferable), and ate at an Italian restaurant that provided Sam with a large ball of raw pizza dough to sculpt and mold. Naturally, Sammy decided that it was less fun than delicious and ate it.

So we're enjoying ourselves, and if Sam's a little rambunctious, well, it's no worse than it would be at home. Better, actually, since a more relaxed mommy is better able to deal with a child who's beginning to make her wonder whether he was actually sired by the Energizer Bunny Rabbit...

posted by Carrie at 01:10 PM

August 22, 2002

Big day

Big day tomorrow. Sam and I are meeting Mom and Dad in Ann Arbor at 10, which means we would have to leave here around nine. We'll be getting up earlier than that, though, because Kohl's is haveing a grand opening of one of its stores in our town, and the first 200 people through the door at 8 in the morning are getting a gift package.

Yeah, it'll probably be lame. If I weren't already leaving town pretty early anyway, I'd certainly skip it. But I am, so I'm not.

I also got a free gift card in the mail for them to use on opening weekend, so I might use that. Ooh, baby!

posted by Carrie at 05:48 PM


Ah, the baby's upstairs napping, and the stove is merrily cooking a nice meal of chili and cornbread for me to take to a new friend who's just given birth. It's quiet, dark (I have the lights off to make the house feel cooler), and so peaceful around here.

There's a certain satisfaction lingering over the day, despite a few snags. I had to get new plates for my car instead of just re-registering the old ones, due to a title nix-up, but it feels kind of nice to see the snazzy new red, white, and blue plates on my car. I rented Lord of the Rings for tonight, and that was a hassle, too, since I found out that my name wasn't on the card with Eric's; still, it was resolved with only a minor fuss, and the DVD is waiting for me on the chest freezer. Sam threw a royal fit at lunch (teething time again), throwing fries everywhere before I could stop him, but the restaurant owner gave him a free roll of candy to show him that there were no hard feelings. And even though our friends at the nursing home were both feeling ill today, cutting our visits short, Sam was able to enjoy the hour by toddling up and down the halls and bringing smiles to plenty more of the residents.

Good day, so far.

posted by Carrie at 04:34 PM

August 19, 2002


Busy, busy. Run to DMV, get form for durable power of attorney so that I can register the car without Eric. Run to the store for eggs and Liquid Plumber (stupid toilet; I'll beat you yet). Do lots of loads of laundry; do several dishwasher loads of dishes. Make Mahoney's Black Bean and Salsa Soup and my own Corny-Cornbread. (For the record, Mahoney, Sam devoured the soup and tried to lick the bowl.) Vacuum. Do more laundry.


posted by Carrie at 07:33 PM

August 18, 2002


For a variety of reasons, we found ourselves in Ann Arbor yesterday. Hot, sweaty, tiring, but good nonetheless. I must say that I will be very happy when Sam becomes a little less unpredictable on his feet. He loves to walk down the sidewalk by himself, but the facts that he can't be counted upon to hold hands and that he gets distracted by individual air molecules drifting past him makes that an even more exhausting proposition than just carrying him. I don't like kid leashes (big understatement, that), but I can begin to see why some parents feel they're necessary.

Today it was a little window shopping (well, Eric got himself some new charcoal pencils), and then I dropped the men off at home and went out to have some "Carrie time." I sat at a little nearby restaurant, read a book, and had a soda and a piece of cheesecake. Life can be pretty okay sometimes.

My parents are on vacation in Michigan this week, and I'm driving to meet them on Thursday. Can't wait!

posted by Carrie at 07:13 PM

August 15, 2002

Burn, baby, burn

burn (16k image)

Ow, I say.

posted by Carrie at 07:57 PM

July 29, 2002

Yard Sale

Can't believe I forgot to mention one of the ideas that accompanied the cleaning! I've decided to fling sanity to the wind and have a (gulp!) yard sale. We've really got too much crap lying around, and I'd like to give a shot at turning it into money before I give up and just haul it to Goodwill or to the dumpster. I've already got two big boxes full of books, clothes, and other miscellany from yesterday's work, and I know there's plenty more.

Anybody have any tips for hosting a successful yard sale? It will be my first. My biggest problem will be that we live kind of in the middle of nowhere, but perhaps some careful advertising will assist me over that hurdle.

posted by Carrie at 11:40 AM


It's true; Eric and I really do get along better when we're busy and not just sitting around, waiting for life to happen to us. This was a really, really good weekend for us.

We cleaned. Hee!

It was actually fun. Yesterday afternoon, I made a list of all the chores that needed to be done around the house, everything from reorganizing the kitchen closet to weeding the bookshelves. Then we cut the list into slips of paper, put them into a hat, and each drew three slips. When we finished those, we drew three more. And more. They didn't all get done, but we had such a satisfying experience with it that we're planning to make this a regular system for us. During the week, we may just choose one slip each, and on the weekends, we'll have a full-fledged "cleaning day."

The proof that it worked for us? When Sam had gone to bed for the night and we were both exhausted and sweaty from our efforts, we jumped in the shower together Well, let's just say that we weren't as tired as we thought.

And my kitchen shelves look gorgeous! I'm a pleased woman, purring like a kitten.

posted by Carrie at 10:05 AM

July 27, 2002


Hah! I laugh at your tornado warning! Go to an interior room, indeed! I chuckle.

(Well, I chuckle now that it's been cancelled.)

posted by Carrie at 08:47 PM


A yarn and knitting supply store just opened here in town. I'm in heaven; big mega-craft stores can only take you so far, you know?

This place has tons of interesting yarns of all kinds; I spent a couple of hours there my first time, just feeling the yarns while Sam first slept in the sling, then crawled on the floor. So many colors! So many materials! Oh, could I be a very, very bad girl in that place.

As it is, I've already gotten myself a couple sets of needles and a few skeins of some luscious yarns that begged me to take them home with me. Eric went with me today and helped me choose some yarn for a few Christmas projects, as well as a pair of socks for him. Interesting thing, that; it's apparently "self-striping" yarn for socks. If I knit it the way they want me to, it will have stripes of blue, yellow, orange, and green. Very funky.

Oh, I think I had forgotten to mention that I'm currently over halfway done with my first pair of socks. That is, I've got one finished, and the other is in progress. Photographs to come.

posted by Carrie at 08:02 PM

July 22, 2002


Three hours or so until I get to pick up my car.

You know, just in case you were keeping track.

Not that I've been watching the clock or anything.

posted by Carrie at 03:49 PM

July 20, 2002


Got one of these. Her name is Elizabeth, and I love her.

posted by Carrie at 03:57 PM

July 04, 2002

Christmas projects

There's some new progress on my Christmas knit list over on the craft page. Click on "Christmas dishcloths" to see the pictures.

posted by Carrie at 10:59 AM

January 21, 2002


The trouble with a homemade chocolate cake with the best freaking buttercream icing on the planet sitting tantalizingly on your kitchen counter is...

Well, I think the problem is pretty obvious.

posted by Carrie at 04:59 PM

December 18, 2001


Just talked to Eric. He's bringing home masala curry for dinner tonight. Yay! No cooking for me! And my favorite meal to boot. Life is beautiful (except for my stupid ear).

posted by Carrie at 04:59 PM