Monday, December 15, 2008
Animals
Miette eating spicy noodle!
Seriously...Sprout has overcome all obstacles of nature to perfect the best trick a cat has ever done....
Baby Kelly
Snorkus!
Grandma McAloon sent along some baby pics. I was so roly-poly! Between Chris and I we are sure you will be blonde, blue-eyed, adorable, and flesh-rolled.
Trying to stand?
Trio but I look angry
The fam
Me and Grandpa Wolf
And the tush just got cuter...
Upside down= Fun
Love the motion of this picture! Beautiful mom
70s Dad!
Grandma McAloon sent along some baby pics. I was so roly-poly! Between Chris and I we are sure you will be blonde, blue-eyed, adorable, and flesh-rolled.
Trying to stand?
Trio but I look angry
The fam
Me and Grandpa Wolf
And the tush just got cuter...
Upside down= Fun
Love the motion of this picture! Beautiful mom
70s Dad!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Through the Ether
Snork!
Snork!
Snork!
We saw you today. One day shy of 19 weeks along. You emerged from the haze of my belly doing somersaults and roundhouses.
You have a penis.
WE ARE HAVING A BOY!!!!
We are so excited. We have been hoping you would be a boy since 13 weeks when they guessed you were a boy and now we get to really feel like you are revealing yourself to us piece by piece.
We got to see the hemispheres of your brain (including the cerebellum), your femurs, your 4-chambered heart, your kidneys, and all the blood flow through your life support snork that attaches to me.
You measured a week ahead and your profile and belly already look perfectly formed like a cherubic vision of my visions.
Daddy and I love you so so much, darling. Thank you for the slightly-belated birthday present and for not hiding your wares when we were peeking at you.
Did you enjoy Buffalo, NY and the snowfall? We made a snow totem pole and got to meet your 100-year old great grandfather. He lives in a gorgeous mansion run by Irish nuns. He cusses and has the memory of an elephant and walked in doing a victory dance to his own party.
You come from good stock and you are arriving to so much love.
<3
Snork!
Snork!
We saw you today. One day shy of 19 weeks along. You emerged from the haze of my belly doing somersaults and roundhouses.
You have a penis.
WE ARE HAVING A BOY!!!!
We are so excited. We have been hoping you would be a boy since 13 weeks when they guessed you were a boy and now we get to really feel like you are revealing yourself to us piece by piece.
We got to see the hemispheres of your brain (including the cerebellum), your femurs, your 4-chambered heart, your kidneys, and all the blood flow through your life support snork that attaches to me.
You measured a week ahead and your profile and belly already look perfectly formed like a cherubic vision of my visions.
Daddy and I love you so so much, darling. Thank you for the slightly-belated birthday present and for not hiding your wares when we were peeking at you.
Did you enjoy Buffalo, NY and the snowfall? We made a snow totem pole and got to meet your 100-year old great grandfather. He lives in a gorgeous mansion run by Irish nuns. He cusses and has the memory of an elephant and walked in doing a victory dance to his own party.
You come from good stock and you are arriving to so much love.
<3
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Belly 17 weeks, 2 days
Total weight gain: 1 pound? I think the rest is shrinking while the belly grows. I don't really get it but don't know what else to do but eat? Grrrr. Without my Jack Daniels I'm not sure how to put on the calories. Haha.
Had good talk today with loved ones. About to go on walk then to coffee house and work on research paper. Snork you be moving around like tiny dancer.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Catching up
Snork,
My goodness it has been a long time since I have last posted. Not sure where to start.
Well, how about the emergency room? The night before Thanksgiving I came down with a horrendous bladder infection. It was just this immediate, intense pain and it sucked so badly. I called the emergency dr's line and they said they wouldn't call in an Rx without being seen, but guess what? All the walk-in clinics and dr's office were closed for two days bc of Thanksgiving. Fantastic. So we ended up going to the ER, getting Macrobid after senseless poking and prodding, waiting, unnecessary tests, and of course, a pelvic exam. Um, why is it that every doctor thinks that your vagina is the problem? I have a bladder infection. Bladder. The pisstest came back positive. Why would we assume anything else was a problem? It was a lot of unnecessary bs but at least Chris was there with me to read articles about ghost hunting from the outdated magazines in the room and look awkward while some lady climbs inside my netherregions. While in the room I was wondering if people had died in it. Or if people in really bad condition went straight to the ICU? Like if the view I had laying down on the bed was the last anyone had ever seen. And if so, it really distressed me that the light above the bed had dust all over the metal arm anchoring it to the ceiling.
The baby hates the doppler. They put it on my belly to test for the fetal heart tones and there was the CRASH WHOOSH sound that blares out when he twists away from it. I think it makes a high-pitched noise or something. I felt him move as we heard that noise. That was cool. Oh did I say I have been feeling the baby? I have! It is like someone blowing bubbles up at my skin every now and then. I think I might have said that. Also, we find out for sure on 12/10 if the baby has a penis or vagina. It is going to be weird if it's a girl and I have to totally retrain my brain to think of the baby as a girl.
I can now feel him move when I press down on the tummy skin! It was the only good part of the ER night. I was laying in bed at 4.30 am after getting back and totally feeling horrible and I pressed on my stomach and he pressed back. I felt him! It cheered me up. Especially since the night not only contained pain and exhaustion but also family drama.
Yesterday, Thanksgiving, Chris made brisket (we aren't big turkey fans) and potatoes and broccoli casserole. It was so yummy. I was feeling very bad yesterday and I was glad he took care of things. I felt like I had the flu on top of the bladder stuff. I think it was from being up so late in the ER. I just can't be under that kind of stress and exhaustion when pregnant. It literally incapacitates me.
Hmm what else. Saw Nada Surf at Emo's and they rocked. Had an idyllic time with Daddy in small town TX, Gruene. We talked for hours by the river with my head in his lap and ate a wonderful dinner outside. The weather was perfect.
Animals crazy as usual. Miette has been sleeping like a person:
Love,
Belly, Inc
ps I realize I talked about you in third person during this entry. Sorry. Mwah.
My goodness it has been a long time since I have last posted. Not sure where to start.
Well, how about the emergency room? The night before Thanksgiving I came down with a horrendous bladder infection. It was just this immediate, intense pain and it sucked so badly. I called the emergency dr's line and they said they wouldn't call in an Rx without being seen, but guess what? All the walk-in clinics and dr's office were closed for two days bc of Thanksgiving. Fantastic. So we ended up going to the ER, getting Macrobid after senseless poking and prodding, waiting, unnecessary tests, and of course, a pelvic exam. Um, why is it that every doctor thinks that your vagina is the problem? I have a bladder infection. Bladder. The pisstest came back positive. Why would we assume anything else was a problem? It was a lot of unnecessary bs but at least Chris was there with me to read articles about ghost hunting from the outdated magazines in the room and look awkward while some lady climbs inside my netherregions. While in the room I was wondering if people had died in it. Or if people in really bad condition went straight to the ICU? Like if the view I had laying down on the bed was the last anyone had ever seen. And if so, it really distressed me that the light above the bed had dust all over the metal arm anchoring it to the ceiling.
The baby hates the doppler. They put it on my belly to test for the fetal heart tones and there was the CRASH WHOOSH sound that blares out when he twists away from it. I think it makes a high-pitched noise or something. I felt him move as we heard that noise. That was cool. Oh did I say I have been feeling the baby? I have! It is like someone blowing bubbles up at my skin every now and then. I think I might have said that. Also, we find out for sure on 12/10 if the baby has a penis or vagina. It is going to be weird if it's a girl and I have to totally retrain my brain to think of the baby as a girl.
I can now feel him move when I press down on the tummy skin! It was the only good part of the ER night. I was laying in bed at 4.30 am after getting back and totally feeling horrible and I pressed on my stomach and he pressed back. I felt him! It cheered me up. Especially since the night not only contained pain and exhaustion but also family drama.
Yesterday, Thanksgiving, Chris made brisket (we aren't big turkey fans) and potatoes and broccoli casserole. It was so yummy. I was feeling very bad yesterday and I was glad he took care of things. I felt like I had the flu on top of the bladder stuff. I think it was from being up so late in the ER. I just can't be under that kind of stress and exhaustion when pregnant. It literally incapacitates me.
Hmm what else. Saw Nada Surf at Emo's and they rocked. Had an idyllic time with Daddy in small town TX, Gruene. We talked for hours by the river with my head in his lap and ate a wonderful dinner outside. The weather was perfect.
Animals crazy as usual. Miette has been sleeping like a person:
Love,
Belly, Inc
ps I realize I talked about you in third person during this entry. Sorry. Mwah.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Sunday Morning Hair Nest and Belly
Belly is finally growing! 15 weeks, 4 days preggo. For your viewing pleasure!
If I lean back it makes it really stand out...hehe. Still can't believe that that rotating baby image on my blog is the size you are..um where you fitting?
Happy Sunday from the clan!
If I lean back it makes it really stand out...hehe. Still can't believe that that rotating baby image on my blog is the size you are..um where you fitting?
Happy Sunday from the clan!
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Little Fish Big Fish Swimming In The Water
Snork,
I think that I've been feeling you move since Thursday. Every now and then I get this garbly fish-swimming-in-belly feeling. It is usually in the evening. It is amazing. Like little trails of lights you see in your eyes after bright fireworks. Hopefully this means that you are a night owl like mom and dad. Thank goodness.
Had a great time since Daddy's return on Thursday night. I saw Candace on Friday and it was so lovely. We went around to various Austin stores looking for baby shower gifts for her friend who is having a little girl. Her hair is all long and wild! She is an amazon warrior and I <3 her. I got you a tiny outfit of whales swimming in surf. If we decide to name you Jonah this will be quite fitting. Today Chris and I walked Miette around in the park in her ski jacket and she made some people swoon. Then we got a whale t-shirt for my burgeoning belly and for your namesake. I will take pic of it in a bit and post. For now, look at the new trick that Sprout has learned:
I think that I've been feeling you move since Thursday. Every now and then I get this garbly fish-swimming-in-belly feeling. It is usually in the evening. It is amazing. Like little trails of lights you see in your eyes after bright fireworks. Hopefully this means that you are a night owl like mom and dad. Thank goodness.
Had a great time since Daddy's return on Thursday night. I saw Candace on Friday and it was so lovely. We went around to various Austin stores looking for baby shower gifts for her friend who is having a little girl. Her hair is all long and wild! She is an amazon warrior and I <3 her. I got you a tiny outfit of whales swimming in surf. If we decide to name you Jonah this will be quite fitting. Today Chris and I walked Miette around in the park in her ski jacket and she made some people swoon. Then we got a whale t-shirt for my burgeoning belly and for your namesake. I will take pic of it in a bit and post. For now, look at the new trick that Sprout has learned:
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
View from the art museum...you get lovely shot of Chris carrying my purse about in public (the brave warrior did it all over the city because of my delicate condition...It was his idea! Mwah)
Did some power walking in Golden Gate Park and saw crazy loons.
Daddy in stinky outhouse haha. He gave me a preview of what your surly teenager look will be like.
Exploratorium (best name EVER)
Man after my own heart hides behind bushes and jumps out to scare passerbys. Sweeeet.
Some Flowers In Your Hair
Snork,
Had the most amazing time in San Francisco. Daddy and I got to see barking sea lions (got a sea lion ornament!), huge beautiful trees, small seaside towns, the wonderful and talented Uncle Frank, science museum, art museum, and overall spend time cuddling and keeping warm in freezing weather! Not really freezing but quite cold for our little Texan hearts. Here are some pictures and video (if it works):
This was our last night in San Fran and I had a lovely steak dinner at a pier-side restaurant and Chris had another bowl of something stinky that smelled like the sea.
View from our hotel room.
Plump tree squirrel
Young museum's Aztec humping chihuahuas (flash went off on accident, scandalous)
Like this painting:)
Foggy Golden Gate Bridge....spooky
Me in nook having tea in Half Moon Bay
Uncle Frank in front of Berkeley's graduate library
Girl at Exploratorium (Chris's favorite site) dissecting a cow eyeball
I planted my lollipop in the hotel's garden. Isn't it pretty?
I like this coffee cup:)
It is not letting my attach videos. Let me try another posting.
Had the most amazing time in San Francisco. Daddy and I got to see barking sea lions (got a sea lion ornament!), huge beautiful trees, small seaside towns, the wonderful and talented Uncle Frank, science museum, art museum, and overall spend time cuddling and keeping warm in freezing weather! Not really freezing but quite cold for our little Texan hearts. Here are some pictures and video (if it works):
This was our last night in San Fran and I had a lovely steak dinner at a pier-side restaurant and Chris had another bowl of something stinky that smelled like the sea.
View from our hotel room.
Plump tree squirrel
Young museum's Aztec humping chihuahuas (flash went off on accident, scandalous)
Like this painting:)
Foggy Golden Gate Bridge....spooky
Me in nook having tea in Half Moon Bay
Uncle Frank in front of Berkeley's graduate library
Girl at Exploratorium (Chris's favorite site) dissecting a cow eyeball
I planted my lollipop in the hotel's garden. Isn't it pretty?
I like this coffee cup:)
It is not letting my attach videos. Let me try another posting.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Last One
Obama's speech was so incredible! He was speaking to 200,000 people and everyone was completely mesmerized. He used the example of a 106 year old woman to detail all the triumphs and challenges of the last 100 years and complimented the root of the American people as being idealistic and full of hope and faith. Even if this is all a load of crap for a good speech, the fact that he is successful at inspiring a nation that has been fractured and bitter for so long and turn them into a group of wide-eyed hopefuls is soemthing incredibly special. I am so glad that I got to see him when he was just a fledging rallying in Austin, and can't wait to tell you about the energy and excitement that was there and is magnified by 100000000infinity tonight.
We Won!!!
It is over and Obama won!!!!!! With hopes for a brighter future for you, I jump with joy!!!
McCain gave a great concession speech in the face of screaming bitter republicans. Very respectful and dignified aside from his touting of Palin's promise, hahahaha.
Waiting for Obama's speech. Which as always will be beautiful and I'm sure cause me to cry a bit.
McCain gave a great concession speech in the face of screaming bitter republicans. Very respectful and dignified aside from his touting of Palin's promise, hahahaha.
Waiting for Obama's speech. Which as always will be beautiful and I'm sure cause me to cry a bit.
Cult of Personality
Snorkus!
You are being made and born into such a changing time in our country's history! It looks like we are going to get our way (you're a boy so you love the color blue, right?) and Obama is going to win! There are so many seats being picked up in the House and Senate and across the country. People are tired of things as they are and a sense of optimism and hope is pervading the country. It is hard not to be a little electrified. The first president of your life is going to be a black dude! You are so hip:) I hope you are dancing around in there happy. Of course it is not a done deal yet but it's looking good!
Are you excited about going to CA to see Daddy? I am! We had such a great weekend being nerds eating chicken teriyaki at the food court and playing Planet Earth DVD board game. We got you the cutest Star Wars onesie...it's all retro. Hehe. We also went to the annual book fair with the darling Stacey and Russ and your father got me a longhorns spoof shirt that pictures a uterus in the place of the longhorn emblem and says "uterus" below it. It's so great! We got it in 8 sizes too big for when my tummy grows. Which I think is finally starting to happen? Things look slightly off, dunno.
I loved thinking about you today while driving to class and singing to Radiohead. I thought about when you develop senses and can hear me constantly singing and wonder if you will be annoyed or like it. They say that babies will turn toward their mother's voices even as newborns and turn away from a stranger's voice. You can hear me clearer than anyone else because you in the same confines as my vocal chords! You hear me better than I hear me. I hope we will always understand each other so well. I particularly was drawn to the end of "You and Whose Army" and repeated it over and over until my croaking voice broke about rushing ethereal ghost horses.
Love you tummers,
Momma
Shirts with duck guardians: Claire, Fanny, Calliope
You are being made and born into such a changing time in our country's history! It looks like we are going to get our way (you're a boy so you love the color blue, right?) and Obama is going to win! There are so many seats being picked up in the House and Senate and across the country. People are tired of things as they are and a sense of optimism and hope is pervading the country. It is hard not to be a little electrified. The first president of your life is going to be a black dude! You are so hip:) I hope you are dancing around in there happy. Of course it is not a done deal yet but it's looking good!
Are you excited about going to CA to see Daddy? I am! We had such a great weekend being nerds eating chicken teriyaki at the food court and playing Planet Earth DVD board game. We got you the cutest Star Wars onesie...it's all retro. Hehe. We also went to the annual book fair with the darling Stacey and Russ and your father got me a longhorns spoof shirt that pictures a uterus in the place of the longhorn emblem and says "uterus" below it. It's so great! We got it in 8 sizes too big for when my tummy grows. Which I think is finally starting to happen? Things look slightly off, dunno.
I loved thinking about you today while driving to class and singing to Radiohead. I thought about when you develop senses and can hear me constantly singing and wonder if you will be annoyed or like it. They say that babies will turn toward their mother's voices even as newborns and turn away from a stranger's voice. You can hear me clearer than anyone else because you in the same confines as my vocal chords! You hear me better than I hear me. I hope we will always understand each other so well. I particularly was drawn to the end of "You and Whose Army" and repeated it over and over until my croaking voice broke about rushing ethereal ghost horses.
Love you tummers,
Momma
Shirts with duck guardians: Claire, Fanny, Calliope
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Happy 13 Week Birthday!
Snork,
Yay! No matter what way you slice it this is definitely the second trimester. It is is 7.30 pm and I am just starting to feel a bit more human. Had some chicken noodle and it was yummy. Had to trudge off to class for a test and it was all a bit swirly but hopefully I did decently. Love you, honey bunny, keep on getting big and strong.
Mums
Yay! No matter what way you slice it this is definitely the second trimester. It is is 7.30 pm and I am just starting to feel a bit more human. Had some chicken noodle and it was yummy. Had to trudge off to class for a test and it was all a bit swirly but hopefully I did decently. Love you, honey bunny, keep on getting big and strong.
Mums
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Yup....still sick
And the continuous flow of snot from my nose down to my stomach has reactivated morning sickness! Oh and Chris had unexpected trip to New Orleans until Friday. Not a good day. Not at all.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
still so sick:(
Snork,
I hate feeling so badly and I can't get anything done! I hope you don't feel as badly as I do. Daddy been taking care of me as best he can and this kind of nerd stuff cheering me up a bit:
I hate feeling so badly and I can't get anything done! I hope you don't feel as badly as I do. Daddy been taking care of me as best he can and this kind of nerd stuff cheering me up a bit:
Monday, October 27, 2008
It's A Boy! (Probably)
SNORKUS!
You have a flagpole! Looks like my intuition was completely off and you are to be a jumping, mosh-pitting, rough and tumble BOY. :) It is not 100% but the tech said she would be very surprised if with the angle of your do-dads you were a girl.
I was shocked! But so happy. My whole life I've wanted a little boy because I've always had the most wonderful time hanging out with little boys and now I am to have my very own! Then the last year or so I thought I'd want a girl first but now it all seems to make sense in the big plan. You will be the protective older brother:) Your father is absolutely beaming, too.
I will post your ultrasound pictures in a bit but for now here is the first gender-specific outfit we bought for our little rockstar (btw, you were totally rocking and rolling in there today too and the tech commented on how active you are...oh I have my work cut out for me don't I?)
little cut off put they are long striped pants! totally Talking Heads rock!
So that puts it at two girls (me, miette) and five boys (chris, you, onion, sprout, mr. burns) in the household. Oh goodness!
You have a flagpole! Looks like my intuition was completely off and you are to be a jumping, mosh-pitting, rough and tumble BOY. :) It is not 100% but the tech said she would be very surprised if with the angle of your do-dads you were a girl.
I was shocked! But so happy. My whole life I've wanted a little boy because I've always had the most wonderful time hanging out with little boys and now I am to have my very own! Then the last year or so I thought I'd want a girl first but now it all seems to make sense in the big plan. You will be the protective older brother:) Your father is absolutely beaming, too.
I will post your ultrasound pictures in a bit but for now here is the first gender-specific outfit we bought for our little rockstar (btw, you were totally rocking and rolling in there today too and the tech commented on how active you are...oh I have my work cut out for me don't I?)
little cut off put they are long striped pants! totally Talking Heads rock!
So that puts it at two girls (me, miette) and five boys (chris, you, onion, sprout, mr. burns) in the household. Oh goodness!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
For Chris
Since he loves this song so much:
Actually he hates it because he thinks Angela Landsbury is being such a condescending shrew and it makes me laugh. From "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" btw.
Actually he hates it because he thinks Angela Landsbury is being such a condescending shrew and it makes me laugh. From "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" btw.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
The voice says we should get out here and wait
Snork,
Daddy returned bearing wellness gifts and floral beauties:
And maybe the best present of all time...
Courtney and I loved this movie as a kid and the little girl looks exactly like me as a kid which is awesome. I think I loved it because the kids had magical powers and could communicate with the animals. And of course, the best part of all (Ethan and our ex-vampire roommate Bill should remember this part):
The disc includes "The Return From Witch Mountain" which I have never seen! We are doing a Witch Mountain marathon. Go crazy Saturday night! :)
We love what's in the tums,
Kelly
Daddy returned bearing wellness gifts and floral beauties:
And maybe the best present of all time...
Courtney and I loved this movie as a kid and the little girl looks exactly like me as a kid which is awesome. I think I loved it because the kids had magical powers and could communicate with the animals. And of course, the best part of all (Ethan and our ex-vampire roommate Bill should remember this part):
The disc includes "The Return From Witch Mountain" which I have never seen! We are doing a Witch Mountain marathon. Go crazy Saturday night! :)
We love what's in the tums,
Kelly
Felled
Snork,
As you know I was just starting to feel better after getting to the 12 week mark and then suddenly I am felled by illness! Terrible sore throat, upset stomach, flushed. No Fair :(
At least Daddy comes home today and I will be taken care of.
-Sicko
As you know I was just starting to feel better after getting to the 12 week mark and then suddenly I am felled by illness! Terrible sore throat, upset stomach, flushed. No Fair :(
At least Daddy comes home today and I will be taken care of.
-Sicko
Friday, October 24, 2008
Dancin down on life with agility
Snork,
Had a lovely day with Alicia AND I got to hear your heartbeat at the doctor's office. The nurse placed the doppler on my tummy and your church bells rang clear from the start. She seemed surprised that it was so easy to find this early on, and said "it must be a girl!" Apparently in her experience girl heartbeats are easier to find but who knows! I saw the cutest Christmas dresses in the Gymboree and Jack and Janie store today. Alicia was a champ and came along and oogled them with me. I got her a little stuffed lamb for being such a star. THEN I got my hari krishna done! My hair that is. It is so cold here and it reminds me of Christmas and goodness and love and I am so happy!
I call this my cinnamon cookie hair! Rich chocolate/red brown and blonde. Yummy! It matches the little gold fleck in my left eye. Love the bangs too: all sweepy!
Love the effect she made with the color!
Hair: check
Eyebrows: check
Skin: grumble grumble
Loves,
Kelly
Had a lovely day with Alicia AND I got to hear your heartbeat at the doctor's office. The nurse placed the doppler on my tummy and your church bells rang clear from the start. She seemed surprised that it was so easy to find this early on, and said "it must be a girl!" Apparently in her experience girl heartbeats are easier to find but who knows! I saw the cutest Christmas dresses in the Gymboree and Jack and Janie store today. Alicia was a champ and came along and oogled them with me. I got her a little stuffed lamb for being such a star. THEN I got my hari krishna done! My hair that is. It is so cold here and it reminds me of Christmas and goodness and love and I am so happy!
I call this my cinnamon cookie hair! Rich chocolate/red brown and blonde. Yummy! It matches the little gold fleck in my left eye. Love the bangs too: all sweepy!
Love the effect she made with the color!
Hair: check
Eyebrows: check
Skin: grumble grumble
Loves,
Kelly
Thursday, October 23, 2008
A Diamond Is Forever,
Ok people calm down no I am NOT engaged. I know what a scandalous travesty.
The bestest Tammany just informed me that I had referred to "Neil Young" as "Neil Diamond" in a past blog saying that "he had so much to say."
Tiffs will hate me for saying this but I do not think that Neil Diamond has much of anything to say or provide beyond cheap entertainment value! It has been changed.
The bestest Tammany just informed me that I had referred to "Neil Young" as "Neil Diamond" in a past blog saying that "he had so much to say."
Tiffs will hate me for saying this but I do not think that Neil Diamond has much of anything to say or provide beyond cheap entertainment value! It has been changed.
Amusing Conversation
me: fisher
Ethan: david fisher?
me: carrie
11:37 PM Ethan: she is smart and sexy
11:38 PM me: is she?
11:39 PM Ethan: no
me: oh
i liked her in star wars
11:40 PM think she was pretty
i also liked her in that movie where she played the kid who is really good at chess
Ethan: yeah, 30 years ago!
me: searching for carrie fisher
11:41 PM i think
Ethan: no, that was searching for fish n chips
me: no no
11:42 PM youre thinking of goodbye mr fish and chips
11:43 PM Ethan: no, thats goodbye yellow brick road
11:44 PM me: you dont know shite
Ethan: but i know shit from shinola
11:45 PM me: do you know shinola for chinua?
*from
11:46 PM Ethan: i know chinua achebe's heartbreak
me: right bc youre nom de plume is actually chinua achebe
11:47 PM Ethan: my nom de chinua is pom de fleur
me: fruits de la mer
Monday, October 20, 2008
The times they are a changin'
Snork,
It is a pity that we didn't get two votes today whilst voting for the next president. I am technically two people right now, after all. I have 20 fingers and 20 toes. Ah well. Regardless you got to be there to experience one of the most important elections in a very long time and help me paint a bit of blue into this red state. It's funny, when I saw McCain/Palin on the screen it hit me that indeed McCain really meant it when he put Palin on his ticket. I thought until now it was some colossal joke and there would be some respectable name next to his. Ah well. The idea of that woman running the country with her "Putin heads floating in the Alaska that can see Russia from its backyard" in the event that McCain passes to a better place is completely absurd. Anyway, now that I have thoroughly pissed off at least 2 of my readers, I will change the subject....
Piano lessons! I had my second piano lesson today and totally rocked the "Catch A Falling Star" song. Oh yah. I am not sure if piano is your style...I'd think loud electric guitars from your wild dancing, but maybe you will enjoy it anyway. :)
As you can see I am in desperate need of 1) highlights 2) eyebrow wax 3) facial....thank goodness I am will be second trimester on Thursday and I can get my hair done safely! But hey, at least I voted! :)
Mums
It is a pity that we didn't get two votes today whilst voting for the next president. I am technically two people right now, after all. I have 20 fingers and 20 toes. Ah well. Regardless you got to be there to experience one of the most important elections in a very long time and help me paint a bit of blue into this red state. It's funny, when I saw McCain/Palin on the screen it hit me that indeed McCain really meant it when he put Palin on his ticket. I thought until now it was some colossal joke and there would be some respectable name next to his. Ah well. The idea of that woman running the country with her "Putin heads floating in the Alaska that can see Russia from its backyard" in the event that McCain passes to a better place is completely absurd. Anyway, now that I have thoroughly pissed off at least 2 of my readers, I will change the subject....
Piano lessons! I had my second piano lesson today and totally rocked the "Catch A Falling Star" song. Oh yah. I am not sure if piano is your style...I'd think loud electric guitars from your wild dancing, but maybe you will enjoy it anyway. :)
As you can see I am in desperate need of 1) highlights 2) eyebrow wax 3) facial....thank goodness I am will be second trimester on Thursday and I can get my hair done safely! But hey, at least I voted! :)
Mums
Sunday, October 19, 2008
The way out is through
Snorkulous,
Daddy left today for "NOla" and will be away until Friday. Boo. In the three months that you have been floating in my core he has had to be gone for a total of 3 weeks, which isn't a lot by any means, but it seems to be getting more and more difficult for me each time. We sat outside at the "koi pond" area of the apartment complex that features a pond with a lily pad, a few green growths, and a continuous pouring of recycled water into the pond from an above trough-like half pipe. Miette perched on the brick around the trough and looked like a beautiful statue. I noticed today that her fawnish color tends to camouflage well with whatever surface she is on. We sat on the nearby wooden benches that don't rock as much as slide and shot the proverbial shit. There has always been something about running water that comforts me and makes me open and talkative. It was nice. Very nice. I've had a slight sense of unexplained panic with Chris's upcoming trip. I don't really know why, as I am pretty much acclimated to his travel and am typically just fine on my own. I think it might just be so much change...you (delightful you), work, school, move, etc. And I also have a pretty profound knowledge that the shifting has just started and things that were once so cornerstone in my life might not be so much anymore. Also, I need to be more proactive about meeting other mom's-to-be, regardless of how much of a misanthrope I tend to be and how much I am anxiously dreading the "culture of parenthood" with its "oh has Hollis (our girl name of the moment) crawled yet? oh wow because John has been crawling for a month and they are the same age!" But like any generalization, there are bound to be oodles of moms that I fit with and who can help ease some isolation or rather, foster shared excitement of what is to come. Because I am so excited about you and I imagine what you will be like and learning from you and picking out pumpkins with you so so much.
So I have been listening to Neil Young a lot. It is funny because throughout so many periods of life I have found myself idly listening to a radio station and having heard a Neil Young song and not really connecting it to him particularly, I have listened mesmerized and then made mental note to look up the song and remember it. But I've always felt somewhat stupid saying "Yeah I Like Neil Young." Why? Um no idea but I do that with a lot of things that seem affectatious for inexplicable reasons. It is comforting to me though that I have extreme consistency when it comes to thinks that are really meaningful to me or that appeal to me on a basic level. I don't really know how to explain what I mean but as an example, there is a rather uneventful piece of piano music that Chris plays occasionally and it has been infrequent enough that I don't recall it immediately but I always go, "This reminds me of the piano in Amelie which reminds me of the color green." I don't realize I've already said this because it just is reactionary and kind of bubbles out. But he always smiles at me and says I always say that when I hear that song.
Anyway so I was listening to "After the Gold Rush" and all the sudden a buried memory of my having burned that very song to play for my father came barreling back as I drove along the "lower deck" of 35 (which always makes me think of Ethan and car accidents and scary stuff and I always look for little white paint marks on the side of the median). I remember I played the song for my dad while in a hotel room in Disney World on one of our little vacations when I was in college. It's a rather bleak and silent song and I remember being worried it sounded silly with his whiny voice amidst all that space. But he listened, me on a lazyboy-like chair and him in an upright one, both drinking wine. He explained some history to me about what he thought the song was about and now I forget. I almost called him to share this memory and see if he remembered it too and it all seemed so urgent and important in that moment. But it was nearing 11 pm EST and didn't do so.
On a tangential note, it is just the greatest hits of Neil Young that I have been listening to but in every song it just comes over me that he actually has something to say. I really think that is a rarity- someone actually having something to say in (in general but I think I appreciate it most in music.) Someone close to me and who I think the world of told me that he doesn't have much to say anymore. It made me sad and I don't really believe it (though I believe that he believes it), but I have to say that most people (myself nonexempt) don't often have much to say either. Nothing truly evocative or original or passionate, at least. Scholars have been saying forever that we are a culture of the apathetic and lazy. Choice after choice creating more and more mental, emotional, and physical sloths. The closest I have seen to a cultural pique in a while is this whole election fandango. But even still it seems that most of the interest is rooted in some sort of youtube-like celebrity to-do and just what is supposed to be at the moment. We have a joke of a GOP vice-presidential nominee and a black presidential hopeful. How can people not be interested as if it is some reality tv show? That being said, I am glad that there is a culture that is shifting in this direction, regardless of the motivating factors, and it is obviously a complex issue with multiple and varied interests at stake.
This sounds curmudgeonly doesn't it? Haha. Well I can be one especially when I am in a sour mood the night of the sabbath. I love you and I am going to go take a bath with some running water and Chris's newest gift of candy corn-shaped soap.
Ma
Daddy left today for "NOla" and will be away until Friday. Boo. In the three months that you have been floating in my core he has had to be gone for a total of 3 weeks, which isn't a lot by any means, but it seems to be getting more and more difficult for me each time. We sat outside at the "koi pond" area of the apartment complex that features a pond with a lily pad, a few green growths, and a continuous pouring of recycled water into the pond from an above trough-like half pipe. Miette perched on the brick around the trough and looked like a beautiful statue. I noticed today that her fawnish color tends to camouflage well with whatever surface she is on. We sat on the nearby wooden benches that don't rock as much as slide and shot the proverbial shit. There has always been something about running water that comforts me and makes me open and talkative. It was nice. Very nice. I've had a slight sense of unexplained panic with Chris's upcoming trip. I don't really know why, as I am pretty much acclimated to his travel and am typically just fine on my own. I think it might just be so much change...you (delightful you), work, school, move, etc. And I also have a pretty profound knowledge that the shifting has just started and things that were once so cornerstone in my life might not be so much anymore. Also, I need to be more proactive about meeting other mom's-to-be, regardless of how much of a misanthrope I tend to be and how much I am anxiously dreading the "culture of parenthood" with its "oh has Hollis (our girl name of the moment) crawled yet? oh wow because John has been crawling for a month and they are the same age!" But like any generalization, there are bound to be oodles of moms that I fit with and who can help ease some isolation or rather, foster shared excitement of what is to come. Because I am so excited about you and I imagine what you will be like and learning from you and picking out pumpkins with you so so much.
So I have been listening to Neil Young a lot. It is funny because throughout so many periods of life I have found myself idly listening to a radio station and having heard a Neil Young song and not really connecting it to him particularly, I have listened mesmerized and then made mental note to look up the song and remember it. But I've always felt somewhat stupid saying "Yeah I Like Neil Young." Why? Um no idea but I do that with a lot of things that seem affectatious for inexplicable reasons. It is comforting to me though that I have extreme consistency when it comes to thinks that are really meaningful to me or that appeal to me on a basic level. I don't really know how to explain what I mean but as an example, there is a rather uneventful piece of piano music that Chris plays occasionally and it has been infrequent enough that I don't recall it immediately but I always go, "This reminds me of the piano in Amelie which reminds me of the color green." I don't realize I've already said this because it just is reactionary and kind of bubbles out. But he always smiles at me and says I always say that when I hear that song.
Anyway so I was listening to "After the Gold Rush" and all the sudden a buried memory of my having burned that very song to play for my father came barreling back as I drove along the "lower deck" of 35 (which always makes me think of Ethan and car accidents and scary stuff and I always look for little white paint marks on the side of the median). I remember I played the song for my dad while in a hotel room in Disney World on one of our little vacations when I was in college. It's a rather bleak and silent song and I remember being worried it sounded silly with his whiny voice amidst all that space. But he listened, me on a lazyboy-like chair and him in an upright one, both drinking wine. He explained some history to me about what he thought the song was about and now I forget. I almost called him to share this memory and see if he remembered it too and it all seemed so urgent and important in that moment. But it was nearing 11 pm EST and didn't do so.
On a tangential note, it is just the greatest hits of Neil Young that I have been listening to but in every song it just comes over me that he actually has something to say. I really think that is a rarity- someone actually having something to say in (in general but I think I appreciate it most in music.) Someone close to me and who I think the world of told me that he doesn't have much to say anymore. It made me sad and I don't really believe it (though I believe that he believes it), but I have to say that most people (myself nonexempt) don't often have much to say either. Nothing truly evocative or original or passionate, at least. Scholars have been saying forever that we are a culture of the apathetic and lazy. Choice after choice creating more and more mental, emotional, and physical sloths. The closest I have seen to a cultural pique in a while is this whole election fandango. But even still it seems that most of the interest is rooted in some sort of youtube-like celebrity to-do and just what is supposed to be at the moment. We have a joke of a GOP vice-presidential nominee and a black presidential hopeful. How can people not be interested as if it is some reality tv show? That being said, I am glad that there is a culture that is shifting in this direction, regardless of the motivating factors, and it is obviously a complex issue with multiple and varied interests at stake.
This sounds curmudgeonly doesn't it? Haha. Well I can be one especially when I am in a sour mood the night of the sabbath. I love you and I am going to go take a bath with some running water and Chris's newest gift of candy corn-shaped soap.
Ma
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Happy 11 Week Birthday, Snork!!!
Snork,
I just wanted to write a short entry to say I love you, I've been working hard, and I just saw a really amusing commercial. It is a Kohl's commercial that is not intended to be funny...it showcases all these beatific content people snuggling up with their new Kohl's clothes and under their new Kohl's linens and then all the sudden there's a shot of two playing cards. These two playing cards are a king and a queen card and they reach toward each other and tenderly hold hands between the confines of their cards. It is so absurd but it is supposed to be all heart-warming. Not even a preggo like me that cries while reviewing video advertisements at work about "reclaiming the land" was touched. Though, I just discovered while searching for the commercial on youtube that Kohl's used Iggy Pop's "Passenger" in one of their ads. So that is pretty hip. Which reminds me that I heard "Lucky" by dear Radiohead on some ad for a new tv show. That was super weird. What is up with that? Anyone?
Anyway here is the absurdity (it peaks around 20 seconds):
Daddy picked up burritos and is on his way home. I have days off stretching ahead of me. You are a strapping two inches long. Life is good.
Belly kisses,
Mama
I just wanted to write a short entry to say I love you, I've been working hard, and I just saw a really amusing commercial. It is a Kohl's commercial that is not intended to be funny...it showcases all these beatific content people snuggling up with their new Kohl's clothes and under their new Kohl's linens and then all the sudden there's a shot of two playing cards. These two playing cards are a king and a queen card and they reach toward each other and tenderly hold hands between the confines of their cards. It is so absurd but it is supposed to be all heart-warming. Not even a preggo like me that cries while reviewing video advertisements at work about "reclaiming the land" was touched. Though, I just discovered while searching for the commercial on youtube that Kohl's used Iggy Pop's "Passenger" in one of their ads. So that is pretty hip. Which reminds me that I heard "Lucky" by dear Radiohead on some ad for a new tv show. That was super weird. What is up with that? Anyone?
Anyway here is the absurdity (it peaks around 20 seconds):
Daddy picked up burritos and is on his way home. I have days off stretching ahead of me. You are a strapping two inches long. Life is good.
Belly kisses,
Mama
Friday, October 10, 2008
Baby Daddy
Snork,
Grandma Weber obliged and provided Chris with some of his adorable baby photos. So here are some of my favs (some are not the best scan because I couldn't get them out of the frame)
Obligatory wiener shot
Happy arms (see Snork week 8)
Elf with sausage paws
Superhero/child model
Warning: do not operate heavy machinery when under the influence of wonderment
Idyllic
Suspicious hands and angel face
Couldn't get this one out of frame! We will try for better scan later. Grandma McAloon sending pics of me as baby and I'm going to make a little collage. You are going to be so adorable!
Mwah,
Mum
Grandma Weber obliged and provided Chris with some of his adorable baby photos. So here are some of my favs (some are not the best scan because I couldn't get them out of the frame)
Obligatory wiener shot
Happy arms (see Snork week 8)
Elf with sausage paws
Superhero/child model
Warning: do not operate heavy machinery when under the influence of wonderment
Idyllic
Suspicious hands and angel face
Couldn't get this one out of frame! We will try for better scan later. Grandma McAloon sending pics of me as baby and I'm going to make a little collage. You are going to be so adorable!
Mwah,
Mum
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Cowgirl in the sand
Hi Snork,
Thanks for the cruel joke. I am 9.5 weeks along and NOW you decide to make give me morning sickness? Not fair...I thought I was past the danger zone. There I was, cleaning the house (actually it could be the 'nesting' they speak of since I was not able to get anything clean enough and for those who know me I am not by any means a fastidious creature) and wham! Must visit toilet or something I just cleaned will be seriously in need of a second scrubdown. I can't really attribute it to what I ate--I just had a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich (yes I know that word is spelled incorrectly but I like it better that way) and brain juice (there is a Tropicana fruit drink supposedly good for the brain, hum). But I might have had a bit too much too quickly of the brain juice?
Regardless I hope this was my one token encounter with the dreaded MS. I am currently making shepherd's pie...all by my lonesome! Chris is the cook in the family but he is away in NM visiting his folks so I am left to nourish myself, you, and the animals all by meself. I figured that shepherd's pie must be good for us because it has the wholesome ingredients of cow, peas, carrots, onions, corn and shepherd. mmm. We will see if it stays down. I know that my hormone levels are going to peak for the next couple of weeks so I hope this isn't a terrible portension. I also have a bitchin' headache. Not bitchin' in a good way either, Mom (Grandma McAloon and I watched a dog show together over the phone last night and laughed about the announcers talking about the bitches and ended up discussing the uses of the word bitch).
So, events going on. The apartment leaser came by today to apologize. For the last 48 hours the siren death-knoll, air-raid of a fire alarm has been intermittently sounding at very inopportune moments. Like 2.30 am and then 6.30 am. It has been utter hell. I called and left nasty messages that included the f-bomb. I am meeting with the manager of the complex on Friday to discuss compensation for emotional damages.
So this next thing is so Texas. I shot a shotgun! 12-gauge at clay skeet. See, I went to TPWD's Expo and they have guns you can try in an effort to promote hunting. I shot an old Civil War rifle called a muzzle-loader as well, but the shotgun was by far the most memorable. It was the most difficult time to be shooting targets since it was 3 PM and the sun was right in our eyes. And I had never shot a real gun before! But I went up there and shattered 3/3 of the targets! My training guy was completely in awe of me and I swear I felt you spinning in my stomach. Sorry, that must have been loud. The shotgun is super heavy and I was super scared and the shells are about as big as my palm. I was worried about the recoil and it did indeed hurt. The weirdest part about it is that you have to rest you cheek against the gun as you look down the barrel. The skeet shoot out of this machine and you follow it a bit then aim up the lines and pull the trigger. Each of those times the intense suddenness of the shot and the recoil made me completely disoriented, like someone squeezing their eyes shut when careening out of control on ice toward a wall. But I somehow got each one. Amazing considering I had never done it before and I had deliberately selected the three most difficult targets. It was super adrenalizing and scary and I'm glad I did it. I know that I will be handy in the case of Apocalypse or social collapse in providing for our family with my super hunting skills.
Two of the most interesting parts of the day aside from this realization of my shooting prowess involved the bus ride to the expo and the kids I talked to in line. My boss wanted me to ride the bus that was complimentary service from the local mall in an effort to get the true experience of expo. This is my first experience in attending this event. So I grudgingly agreed even though it required more gas to get up and back to the shuttle than simply driving to the expo. But I am glad I did. I was surrounded by a bunch of people but I had my tunes going and I got lost in thought, watching the scenery out the window, nostalgic thinking about myself in so many situations as a younger kid on a bus, staring at the window and thinking about my future and feeling alienated but happy in my world with my thoughts and my music. It was a wonderful full circle to re-enter that feeling from a perspective of having you brewing in my belly, knowing a bit more about the tangible future of you and I and Daddy and all the possibilities of happiness that are our own choosing. I watched the birds lazily floating through the sky and I thought to myself "the next thing I see will be something directly to do with the baby." You know, kind of like those "if i make this light it will be a good day" kind of games. Well the next thing I saw was a car that passed us and it was a Taurus! This is exciting not because I love Fords (I don't) but because you are going to be a Taurus...a little stubborn bull born in May! It was so lovely and a few tears made there way down. The kid next to me asked"are you ok?" having had noticed. "Yeah, it's just a really good song," I said, motioning to my ipod. He nodded like he understood.
In line at the shotgun range there were these two boys, probably sophomores in high school since they were talking about chemistry class. At first I was kind of annoyed by them, they were talking about hunting and da da da. But we ended up conversing a bit and they gave me some tips on shooting and they were super smart and polite. They were talking about all the things they knew about chemistry and the new experiments- total nerds. One of them said "wouldn't it be cool if you could shoot the target and the bullet would go right through the middle making a hole but the rest would remain intact?" and I said "that is sort of like in the movies when they put tape on a window and then shoot it and the window remains intact aside from the hole." He agreed and we talked about how that's not scientifically sound. He then went on to talk about how neat a sheet of glass breaking looks. I asked him about the recoil and he said he was worried about that before but that it didn't hurt as bad as he thought it was going to and it was almost disappointing. He then looked sort of panicky or awkward, like I would think that was a weird thing to say. "Yeah I can see that," I said. Just an hour later I was in the same position as the little kid on the bus, connecting with someone being open.
But yeah, they discussed a lot of typical boy stuff that I think in some ways I was thinking I would dread if I you ended up being a male---violent, hyperactive, etc . But I had forgotten that every time I've been in a group of kids it's always been the boys that I ended up having the most to talk about. When teaching 6th grade it was space and video games and in preschool it was dinosaurs and science. But really it just came down to the individual kids and their imagination and curiosity that really connected me to them. I guess just because it's rare to find people who understand certain things. I've found that kids tend to understand a lot more about a lot of the things I value in life than adults do, regardless of their gender. So it was just interesting. It made me realize that I was being a bit silly compartmentalizing gender into specific roles or habits, and my wanting a girl was making things a bit more two dimensional than they are. You are going to be you and we will experience the world and wonder together. I can't wait to meet you regardless of what you're packing between the legs.
So some pictures and video, there is a backlog:
ACL. Not sure if you can see any huge clouds of pot, but they all wafted straight toward me.
Chris has been gone for a week :( Miette protested and packed her in his suitcase. On the left you see Dad's hairy leg.
Bus to expo. I think this bus seat pattern is the same pattern buses had 15 years ago.
Best outfit ever on this man, who matches the portapotty.
Yah...um..Sprout is really trying to dominate the house now. He got up there himself despite his handicap of cross eyes!
It is not allowing me to upload video right now. I will try again later.
Mwah,
Mum
Thanks for the cruel joke. I am 9.5 weeks along and NOW you decide to make give me morning sickness? Not fair...I thought I was past the danger zone. There I was, cleaning the house (actually it could be the 'nesting' they speak of since I was not able to get anything clean enough and for those who know me I am not by any means a fastidious creature) and wham! Must visit toilet or something I just cleaned will be seriously in need of a second scrubdown. I can't really attribute it to what I ate--I just had a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich (yes I know that word is spelled incorrectly but I like it better that way) and brain juice (there is a Tropicana fruit drink supposedly good for the brain, hum). But I might have had a bit too much too quickly of the brain juice?
Regardless I hope this was my one token encounter with the dreaded MS. I am currently making shepherd's pie...all by my lonesome! Chris is the cook in the family but he is away in NM visiting his folks so I am left to nourish myself, you, and the animals all by meself. I figured that shepherd's pie must be good for us because it has the wholesome ingredients of cow, peas, carrots, onions, corn and shepherd. mmm. We will see if it stays down. I know that my hormone levels are going to peak for the next couple of weeks so I hope this isn't a terrible portension. I also have a bitchin' headache. Not bitchin' in a good way either, Mom (Grandma McAloon and I watched a dog show together over the phone last night and laughed about the announcers talking about the bitches and ended up discussing the uses of the word bitch).
So, events going on. The apartment leaser came by today to apologize. For the last 48 hours the siren death-knoll, air-raid of a fire alarm has been intermittently sounding at very inopportune moments. Like 2.30 am and then 6.30 am. It has been utter hell. I called and left nasty messages that included the f-bomb. I am meeting with the manager of the complex on Friday to discuss compensation for emotional damages.
So this next thing is so Texas. I shot a shotgun! 12-gauge at clay skeet. See, I went to TPWD's Expo and they have guns you can try in an effort to promote hunting. I shot an old Civil War rifle called a muzzle-loader as well, but the shotgun was by far the most memorable. It was the most difficult time to be shooting targets since it was 3 PM and the sun was right in our eyes. And I had never shot a real gun before! But I went up there and shattered 3/3 of the targets! My training guy was completely in awe of me and I swear I felt you spinning in my stomach. Sorry, that must have been loud. The shotgun is super heavy and I was super scared and the shells are about as big as my palm. I was worried about the recoil and it did indeed hurt. The weirdest part about it is that you have to rest you cheek against the gun as you look down the barrel. The skeet shoot out of this machine and you follow it a bit then aim up the lines and pull the trigger. Each of those times the intense suddenness of the shot and the recoil made me completely disoriented, like someone squeezing their eyes shut when careening out of control on ice toward a wall. But I somehow got each one. Amazing considering I had never done it before and I had deliberately selected the three most difficult targets. It was super adrenalizing and scary and I'm glad I did it. I know that I will be handy in the case of Apocalypse or social collapse in providing for our family with my super hunting skills.
Two of the most interesting parts of the day aside from this realization of my shooting prowess involved the bus ride to the expo and the kids I talked to in line. My boss wanted me to ride the bus that was complimentary service from the local mall in an effort to get the true experience of expo. This is my first experience in attending this event. So I grudgingly agreed even though it required more gas to get up and back to the shuttle than simply driving to the expo. But I am glad I did. I was surrounded by a bunch of people but I had my tunes going and I got lost in thought, watching the scenery out the window, nostalgic thinking about myself in so many situations as a younger kid on a bus, staring at the window and thinking about my future and feeling alienated but happy in my world with my thoughts and my music. It was a wonderful full circle to re-enter that feeling from a perspective of having you brewing in my belly, knowing a bit more about the tangible future of you and I and Daddy and all the possibilities of happiness that are our own choosing. I watched the birds lazily floating through the sky and I thought to myself "the next thing I see will be something directly to do with the baby." You know, kind of like those "if i make this light it will be a good day" kind of games. Well the next thing I saw was a car that passed us and it was a Taurus! This is exciting not because I love Fords (I don't) but because you are going to be a Taurus...a little stubborn bull born in May! It was so lovely and a few tears made there way down. The kid next to me asked"are you ok?" having had noticed. "Yeah, it's just a really good song," I said, motioning to my ipod. He nodded like he understood.
In line at the shotgun range there were these two boys, probably sophomores in high school since they were talking about chemistry class. At first I was kind of annoyed by them, they were talking about hunting and da da da. But we ended up conversing a bit and they gave me some tips on shooting and they were super smart and polite. They were talking about all the things they knew about chemistry and the new experiments- total nerds. One of them said "wouldn't it be cool if you could shoot the target and the bullet would go right through the middle making a hole but the rest would remain intact?" and I said "that is sort of like in the movies when they put tape on a window and then shoot it and the window remains intact aside from the hole." He agreed and we talked about how that's not scientifically sound. He then went on to talk about how neat a sheet of glass breaking looks. I asked him about the recoil and he said he was worried about that before but that it didn't hurt as bad as he thought it was going to and it was almost disappointing. He then looked sort of panicky or awkward, like I would think that was a weird thing to say. "Yeah I can see that," I said. Just an hour later I was in the same position as the little kid on the bus, connecting with someone being open.
But yeah, they discussed a lot of typical boy stuff that I think in some ways I was thinking I would dread if I you ended up being a male---violent, hyperactive, etc . But I had forgotten that every time I've been in a group of kids it's always been the boys that I ended up having the most to talk about. When teaching 6th grade it was space and video games and in preschool it was dinosaurs and science. But really it just came down to the individual kids and their imagination and curiosity that really connected me to them. I guess just because it's rare to find people who understand certain things. I've found that kids tend to understand a lot more about a lot of the things I value in life than adults do, regardless of their gender. So it was just interesting. It made me realize that I was being a bit silly compartmentalizing gender into specific roles or habits, and my wanting a girl was making things a bit more two dimensional than they are. You are going to be you and we will experience the world and wonder together. I can't wait to meet you regardless of what you're packing between the legs.
So some pictures and video, there is a backlog:
ACL. Not sure if you can see any huge clouds of pot, but they all wafted straight toward me.
Chris has been gone for a week :( Miette protested and packed her in his suitcase. On the left you see Dad's hairy leg.
Bus to expo. I think this bus seat pattern is the same pattern buses had 15 years ago.
Best outfit ever on this man, who matches the portapotty.
Yah...um..Sprout is really trying to dominate the house now. He got up there himself despite his handicap of cross eyes!
It is not allowing me to upload video right now. I will try again later.
Mwah,
Mum
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