Monthly Archives: January 2010

Blogging from Scratch

I know this is the fourth blog I have started, but I think this should do it! I came to blogging as a sort of let’s-try-this-out kind of thing, with no real topic or objective in mind. Most recently, I’ve been blogging at Brooke’s Baby Belly Blog, which I started during my pregnancy in 2008. Thankfully, I (pretty much) no longer have a baby belly, and I wanted some space to take my blogging into new directions. Since we’re Parenting from Scratch, I thought it would be appropriate to be Blogging from Scratch. If you’ve been following me at BBBB, please update your RSS feed.

Welcome to the new blog!

So here’s a little bit of what’s been going on, just to kick this blog off right:

In about 10.5 hours, I’m going to be drastically changing my look–I’m cutting off a ton of my hair. Hopefully my stylist will be able to follow what I have in my head and translate it into something cool ON my head. I want something that is professional, but sassy. I want something short and low-maintenance, but I don’t want to look like a cute Mary Engelbreit character. I sort of wish I’d done something to commemorate my last day with long hair. Oh well.

Sadie has a fourth tooth coming in! I’m pretty sure it’s been working its way out the last two nights. Boy, have those been rough. I’ve not been able to feel the other three teeth when she nurses, but I sure can feel this new one! Yowza.

The chickens survived “Snow” Storm 2010. And even layed eggs for us during it.

I’ve got a couple of research projects to undertake soon… first, to decide which car seat we will get for the ever-growing spawn; second, to find a recipe for Sadie’s first birthday cake. I’ll keep you posted.

Friday Links

Hold the phone. So, it’s Thursday night, and I’m getting this post ready for Friday. And I’ve just realized that Sadie has been down in her crib for three hours. That may sound like small potatoes to some of you, but it’s a big deal around this little house. AND, last night, she slept from 11pm to 4:30am. I’m pretty sure she’s only ever slept that long in one go one other time in her life. When she was a week old. Okay, so now I’ve probably jinxed it, and she’ll wake up before I finish the post and for every hour on the hour until it’s time to get up.

Guess I’d better get these links in fast:

There is an urgent need for human breastmilk in Haiti. Of course, there’s a need for it here in the US all the time, but breastmilk can really be a life-saver in crises such as this. Because I am on prescription medication, I am ineligible to donate my milk. But if you are currently nursing an under-one-year-old and meet the other criteria and are willing to make the effort, please at least check into it.

I SO want to adopt some sort of home-management system. I actually wrote one out by hand the other day, and Trevor stuck it on the fridge, but we’ve pretty much done nothing with it. It’s the same way with dieting and exercise for me, I think. Would like to get on board, at least to some degree, but seriously lack the required motivation. Self-discipline has never been my strong suit. But, boy would I LOVE to have floors that are consistently free of fur and other visible debris. Or not to have to spend Sundays (our one full day together as a family each week) grocery shopping, running errands, doing laundry, etc. What I think I need is a task master. Like, a real live person who can boss me around and tell me to sweep the floors, walk the dogs and wash the shower curtain. Oh, and he or she would put Sadie down for a nap while I got all of it done.

In that vein, this sounds like a good idea. If only I would get around to making a list in the first place, in order to identify what my “frog” is.

As a co-sleeping, crib-sleeping family, I thought this post was interesting. It really does boil down to figuring out what works best for your family.

This made my tear up, for sure. It’s been a while since I’ve had a pet die, and it’s a part of having pets that I don’t look forward to. That said, it is one of the qualities of having pets for Sadie to grow up with that I think will benefit her in the long run. It will be devastating to lose each of our pets, but their deaths will provide an opportunity for Sadie to learn about many things–not just death. But for now, I just keep telling Tarzan he’s just going to have to live forever.

Oh, so we’re coming on three and a half hours! Squee!

Friday Links

Hold the phone. So, it’s Thursday night, and I’m getting this post ready for Friday. And I’ve just realized that Sadie has been down in her crib for three hours. That may sound like small potatoes to some of you, but it’s a big deal around this little house. AND, last night, she slept from 11pm to 4:30am. I’m pretty sure she’s only ever slept that long in one go one other time in her life. When she was a week old. Okay, so now I’ve probably jinxed it, and she’ll wake up before I finish the post and for every hour on the hour until it’s time to get up.

Guess I’d better get these links in fast:

There is an urgent need for human breastmilk in Haiti. Of course, there’s a need for it here in the US all the time, but breastmilk can really be a life-saver in crises such as this. Because I am on prescription medication, I am ineligible to donate my milk. But if you are currently nursing an under-one-year-old and meet the other criteria and are willing to make the effort, please at least check into it.

I SO want to adopt some sort of home-management system. I actually wrote one out by hand the other day, and Trevor stuck it on the fridge, but we’ve pretty much done nothing with it. It’s the same way with dieting and exercise for me, I think. Would like to get on board, at least to some degree, but seriously lack the required motivation. Self-discipline has never been my strong suit. But, boy would I LOVE to have floors that are consistently free of fur and other visible debris. Or not to have to spend Sundays (our one full day together as a family each week) grocery shopping, running errands, doing laundry, etc. What I think I need is a task master. Like, a real live person who can boss me around and tell me to sweep the floors, walk the dogs and wash the shower curtain. Oh, and he or she would put Sadie down for a nap while I got all of it done.

In that vein, this sounds like a good idea. If only I would get around to making a list in the first place, in order to identify what my “frog” is.

As a co-sleeping, crib-sleeping family, I thought this post was interesting. It really does boil down to figuring out what works best for your family.

This made my tear up, for sure. It’s been a while since I’ve had a pet die, and it’s a part of having pets that I don’t look forward to. That said, it is one of the qualities of having pets for Sadie to grow up with that I think will benefit her in the long run. It will be devastating to lose each of our pets, but their deaths will provide an opportunity for Sadie to learn about many things–not just death. But for now, I just keep telling Tarzan he’s just going to have to live forever.

Oh, so we’re coming on three and a half hours! Squee!

Wayback Wednesday

Oh, there are just so many things that make me sentimental when I see this picture. Although my short-term memory has always been horrible, my memory for the little details of my life is deep.

Okay, so that’s me on the left. Then Vincent, the youngest, who recently graduated (early!) from law school, is married and has a two-year-old. Then Paul, who Sadie came out looking like at first. He’s jot a great job helping kids, he’s getting married next year and he and his fiancee have four (!) dogs, two birds and an aquarium full of fish. Then Meg, who could not look more like Aunt Margie if she tried. Despite appearances, I am six months and 22 days older than Meg. She and I had a love-not-love relationship growing up, since we were so close. But now it’s nothing but love. She has finally found her path as a real estate agent (so if you’re in the Central AR area and need to sell or buy a house, let her know!), and she’s doing a really good job at it.

I’m pretty sure this picture was taken in the summer of 1991, I think. We were at our Nonie’s (grandmother) house, and we had just finished a performance for her to the Mickey Mouse Club record on her record player. She also had a player piano that we would play with a lot. The four of us are the younger half of our brood, and it wasn’t unusual for us to go to Nonie’s while the older three went somewhere more exotic with Aunt Margie and Uncle Gene. To be fair, we got our turn as the older ones moved out of the house. And even though we probably complained on the way to West Memphis, we always had a good time with Nonie. We played a lot of Rummikube. We played hide-and-go-seek and sardines over and over. We took walks around her block. And we probably said the Rosary every night we were there. Oh, and the food! Nonie is Italian and made the BEST spaghetti. She also had a way with pot roast and green beans. And always a slice of wheat bread on the side. Having been a child during the Depression (She was born in 1920, which means she’s turning 90 this year!), she was quite the saver. She had stores and stores of nonperishable goods–though, trust me, a five-year-old soda has had time to perish! She now lives in Florida with one of our uncles, and her house was sold a few years ago. But I think I could probably draw you the floor plan in two minutes.

Wayback Wednesday

Oh, there are just so many things that make me sentimental when I see this picture. Although my short-term memory has always been horrible, my memory for the little details of my life is deep.

Okay, so that’s me on the left. Then Vincent, the youngest, who recently graduated (early!) from law school, is married and has a two-year-old. Then Paul, who Sadie came out looking like at first. He’s jot a great job helping kids, he’s getting married next year and he and his fiancee have four (!) dogs, two birds and an aquarium full of fish. Then Meg, who could not look more like Aunt Margie if she tried. Despite appearances, I am six months and 22 days older than Meg. She and I had a love-not-love relationship growing up, since we were so close. But now it’s nothing but love. She has finally found her path as a real estate agent (so if you’re in the Central AR area and need to sell or buy a house, let her know!), and she’s doing a really good job at it.

I’m pretty sure this picture was taken in the summer of 1991, I think. We were at our Nonie’s (grandmother) house, and we had just finished a performance for her to the Mickey Mouse Club record on her record player. She also had a player piano that we would play with a lot. The four of us are the younger half of our brood, and it wasn’t unusual for us to go to Nonie’s while the older three went somewhere more exotic with Aunt Margie and Uncle Gene. To be fair, we got our turn as the older ones moved out of the house. And even though we probably complained on the way to West Memphis, we always had a good time with Nonie. We played a lot of Rummikube. We played hide-and-go-seek and sardines over and over. We took walks around her block. And we probably said the Rosary every night we were there. Oh, and the food! Nonie is Italian and made the BEST spaghetti. She also had a way with pot roast and green beans. And always a slice of wheat bread on the side. Having been a child during the Depression (She was born in 1920, which means she’s turning 90 this year!), she was quite the saver. She had stores and stores of nonperishable goods–though, trust me, a five-year-old soda has had time to perish! She now lives in Florida with one of our uncles, and her house was sold a few years ago. But I think I could probably draw you the floor plan in two minutes.

Mine

It’s getting harder and harder to get Willow to come in from the yard (that is, when the ground isn’t too wet for her prescious paws), now that we have the chickens. I honestly am not sure if she’s watching over them because she thinks they’re hers to eat–as soon as she can figure out how to access them, OR if she’s watching over them because she thinks it’s her job. What’s definitely NOT her job is barking at them when they’re trying to sleep. silly pup!

Mine

It’s getting harder and harder to get Willow to come in from the yard (that is, when the ground isn’t too wet for her prescious paws), now that we have the chickens. I honestly am not sure if she’s watching over them because she thinks they’re hers to eat–as soon as she can figure out how to access them, OR if she’s watching over them because she thinks it’s her job. What’s definitely NOT her job is barking at them when they’re trying to sleep. silly pup!

On the other side

We all survived a night of Sadie not nursing after midnight, and it went more smoothly than we figured it would. Sure, we didn’t get much sleep after 3:30, but Sadie was by no means unmanageable. Her surgery went well–it was very quick. She was NOT a happy camper when we met her in the recovery room. Or in the car. Or at IHOP, where Sadie’s Mimi took us for breakfast. That is, until she tucked into some silverdollar pancakes and some nasty pink kiddie yogurt. Two naps and a little lunch later, things are on the up-and-up.

On the other side

We all survived a night of Sadie not nursing after midnight, and it went more smoothly than we figured it would. Sure, we didn’t get much sleep after 3:30, but Sadie was by no means unmanageable. Her surgery went well–it was very quick. She was NOT a happy camper when we met her in the recovery room. Or in the car. Or at IHOP, where Sadie’s Mimi took us for breakfast. That is, until she tucked into some silverdollar pancakes and some nasty pink kiddie yogurt. Two naps and a little lunch later, things are on the up-and-up.