Alex was supposed to be Kate. Katelyn Emilee to be exact. I come from a matriarchal (sp?) sort of family and I always pictured myself with a girl. It’s a DNA thing, much like men want to pass on the family name – I am the last female in my family – you have to go back to my great great grandmother to start down a family branch to find.. Read More
Hm. That number just keeps hanging on. But then, let’s be honest, so has my habit of eating whatever I want. So. Starting this morning, I am back on smoothie track. Want my recipe? I mix equal portions of:flax seedvanilla whey powderoatmealand put it in a container to make it easier to get to. For 1 serving (all of these measurements should have”-ish” after them): 1 cup vanilla yogurt (I.. Read More
Sigh. I’ve decided to tackle TKAM for a project over here. This will be character building. I just have difficulty picturing some of my students with reading levels equal to Green Eggs and Ham getting much out of this book. Challenge to myself is to find a way to make this accessible to them. To find a way that they can go through the rite of passage of TKAM in.. Read More
My long time BFF Rachel is on her way to the land of vices – two days of running around with a girlfriend, the blissful idea of getting to paint a wall in my bedroom while she plays with the baby. Oh bliss! I love my husband, I love my baby, but there’s just nothing like a girlfriend after two months of being strictly mom and wife to two men!
Uh, yeah. The one this blog is titled for. Him. The one I haven’t actually talked about for a while. He’s great. I dropped my basket on Tuesday morning b/c I’d had no sleep (I stayed up too late talking to Mrs. NOT Tater, then he woke up every hour-two hours doing kick/bicycle legs all night) and Alex woke officially at seven and was in-con-solable. Oh and Scout was out.. Read More
There’s a hub-ub of breastfeeding talk going on – this at Strollerderby, this at Blissfully Bitchy, and I know I’ve read more, but as I sit here pumping with one hand and typing with the other I’ll just get on with my thought. I’ve been really pondering this for two days now. Alex and I started off nursing and have ended up exclusively pumping and using bottles. I can share.. Read More
Wandering the Google Reader during naptime (It’s nice relaxation during pumping) I linked my way to this blog post. I’d run across “Team Whymommy” before but hadn’t locked in on it. I now join masses of good women sending good energy/prayers/thoughts off to Whymommy – who I’ve never met. This is what she wants me to know, and wants you to know too: Inflammatory breast cancer Monday July 23rd 2007,.. Read More
I hate this number. During the 15 year awkward period I had (ages 8-22), I didn’t pick up on the transition from getting larger clothes because I was growing taller to getting larger clothes because I was growing fatter. When I was 20, I hit my top weight of 164. I don’t remember how I felt specifically. I don’t really remember how I looked. This really was just more of.. Read More
I have a friend who is a lawyer. She is not married (BUT SHE’D LIKE TO BE. HINT HINT – oh…. excuse me Tater…. my bad). We were talking (IM) about baby sleep because of a conversation I’d had in yoga yesterday (more on that at a different time. I like my can of worms closed in these hot summer months). We talked of how we’d like things to be.. Read More
This is happening in our old backyard. We found out just about the time to put BabyKaiser into sleep mode for the night. Scout made phone calls while I looked at the story online – grumbling about the “if it bleeds it leads” local station. (Which I did not link to just out of principle. CNN is having a love fest with them anyway). I held the baby and was.. Read More
If I ever run into this woman I promise I will smack her around with one of my milk filled mammaries that wouldn’t fit into pretty lingerie BEFORE getting pregnant. In the meantime I’ll just quit fucking eating so “something” cute in my closet will fit that aren’t a pair of yoga pants and an old navy tshirt. Now what can I find that goes with little boy pee and.. Read More
Sara kept telling me I should start a blog. In the middle of the night of the first few weeks of Baby Kaiser’s world, I started reading them constantly. I don’t even know where I got started. It might have been here while I tried to figure out if it was normal that I couldn’t put my boy down and have him stay asleep. I know I ended up here.. Read More
To anyone giving me dirty looks in the grocery while I was holding my vocally crabby infant and pushing his stroller: Yes, I know it looks stupid, Yes, I know he’s annoying to listen to, I know this because I spend several hours a day listening to it. You get to go home. Blow me. To the woman in the awesome dress with her daughter in a wrap, who was.. Read More