Momtasic

And now ...

2007-12-03T09:07:00.000-05:00

V is 3 and E is 2 months old. Insane. V had Elmo visit him on Saturday and he loved it. Slava taped the whole thing. V ended the festivities by saying, "Thank you guests! Leave!" He then went to sleep.

So this whole excited thing ...

2007-05-21T19:16:00.000-06:00

I'm not excited! Everyone asks, "Aren't you excited to be pregnant?" No I am not. It still doesn't feel real to me. It feels like I am going to wake up and it will all be a dream and V will be pulling on the covers saying, "Wake up Mama!"
I don't even know the right word to describe how detached I am with this pregnancy. When Baby V was just a little seahorse at 1 month gestation I felt more connected to him then I do right now with his boxing, wave doing, brother/sister. And man do I feel GUILTY.
Maybe it is that lack of symptoms, or the lack of attention from family members this time around. It just doesn't feel like I am pregnant.
I know it could be worse, I could be facing multiple losses and all the rest but I can't help myself. I want this baby badly but I am not excited over the pregnancy, does that even make sense.
Send me a bruger to make me feel better, or a whole chicken battered and fried.
Love,
Me

Y.M.C.A.

2007-01-16T20:57:00.000-05:00

So I joined the Y. So far I have been getting my butt there every single day during the week and working out for an hour and a half. V is in their daycare and so far so good. Of course I ruin it all by snacking on celery with peanut butter and raisins. Self destructive behavior will always find a way to win in my household.
I do love the gym though. I love that for an hour and a half I don't have to watch my child but can watch Cable guilt free. I might even give the news a quick look over one of these days so that I am not completly surprised that our country is run by a moron. Love that John Stuart.

I love you all too.
Now Teletubies are almost over and I have to go wrestle the exalted and revered child into his bed for a nap so that mama can go get herself a drink to chase down that quarter pounder with cheese.

Love,
Me

::steam coming out of ears::

2006-11-18T14:05:00.000-05:00

Well Mrs SC was absolutely right. I should have never become friends with N. and should have ended my relationship with her long before now. That woman has the nerve to accuse me of doing something 'not right' with her child while I babysat him for free. To top it all she doesn't accuse me of this to my face so that I could defend myself but she tells all this to J. before telling me a dumbed down version. I am abolutely horrified that she would even think this, I have never even raised my voice to that child (unlike her banshee screaming every time they come over). I would never raise my hand to a child and for her to imply to a third party that I did is just plain wrong. Beside that she is basing this assumption on the fact that her kid gets upset when they come over but as far as I can tell this is a complete lie. Her kid has never cried over being here, he is all smiles and scrambling up the stairs when he sees us. He gives me and V hugs, I don't think an abused child would be that friendly. Of course he does pry toys out of V's hands but he does that when N is here as well, and she yells her head off at him for that. I don't even yell, the only thing I have ever said to that boy is to stop taking the toys away that he already had a turn and why don't we just put them away for now. That doesn't sound that bad right?
I get the feeling that she just wants J to stop being friends with me so she could have her all to herself. She talks rather nastily to J about me and then turns around and says she has never talked about me behind my back because she thinks J agrees with her and doesn't tell me all the crap that N says about me. I am now offically cutting off all communication with that woman. With friends like that who needs enemies right?

On the up side

Vova can count to 10 ( he forgets to include the 6 )
Vova knows 9 letters of the alphabet (A, B, C, G, P, S, T, U, Y)
Can build an awsome tower out of pyramid rings putting the smallest ring in the bottom and building up.
Vova can put 2 words together and is obviously the most awsome kid on the plannet. Oh okay he is tied for that title with Emma, Eva, Lukas, Ava, Abby and the future children of Miss AM, Miss EL, and Miss J, and Mrs JN.

Love,
Me

maybe when I stop being very very upset I will write something more intresting about our life but for now I am going to steam off the internet.

Advice please

2006-11-02T09:11:00.000-05:00

I watch a toddler boy ever Tuesday and Thursday for about an hour and a half to two hours for a friend. I have been doing this for over 6 months with no compensation. Originally I agreed to this because I thought I would have physical therapy soon and would need her to watch V as well, but I don’t. I also thought this would be a one time deal of 8weeks of therapy for her and then no more, but she was sent back to therapy and no end is in sight. I have never asked her to watch V and am no feeling very resentful of her and her boy. I don’t like that I have to give up those two hours everyday to a kid V barely gets along with, both boys like the same toys and fight like mad. On top of that She just expects me to take her son for every appointment she has without even asking me about it. She also refers to me as her babysitter and I hate that because babysitters get paid and she never even treats me when we go out although she always says she will. Maybe it won’t be so bad when the weather turns really sour but right now I hate it. I want it to stop and don’t know how without ruining the friendship.
Any ideas?
Oh I have also met a new friend J. and her little girl Abby. V loves Abby and I like J. We are close in age and share a lot of the same interests, plus our husbands get along. My other friend N., whose kid I watch, also knows J and is now trying to cause problems because she thinks I prefer J to her. I know she talks behind my back to J (J told me) and has even made a suggestion that I like J in the more then friend’s kind of way. It basically feels like we are in high school. N says that I always want to hang out with J and take her only as an alternative to J. She says a lot of stuff that isn’t true and I have told her that all of this is not true but she seems to think of these friendships as competitions. I have never been more popular. Of course what gets me is that if I was sexually attracted to J, N had no business pointing it out and ruining my chances. I told DH about it and last night we had dinner with J and her Dh and had a good laugh about it. Predictably N has not told me that she thinks I have the ‘hots’ for J and not her.

Any advice would be much appreciated.
Love,
ME

Pretending I never went away

2006-10-16T14:11:00.000-05:00

We have moved back into our house (Close to 4 weeks now) and are trying to get everything, and everyone back into the groove.
V has not been sleeping well, and he has been sick. My mom had the brilliant idea to transition V to a toddler bed upon our return home, so we did. V loves the freedom this bed give him. For 4 weeks now he has been refusing to sleep alone. At first I sat with him until he would fall asleep and then left to stumble into my bed. He would wake up an hour later and come get me. I would give up and sleep on the floor at the foot of his bed until he awoke and walked all over my face. Got tired of that.
Then I read a wonderful book that suggested I try sitting a bit further away from his bed every night to get him used to falling asleep on his own. I tried but every weekend DH would ruin all my efforts because he refuses to get onboard with the plan and V uses this shamelessly.
As of Yesterday I am fed up with both my men. I have moved on the the 'walking child back to bed 500 times every 4 hours' technique. The name is basically self explanatory. Have to say that this has been slightly easier because V is sick and I have to give him cough medicine that makes it impossible for him to get back out of bed after an hour or so. Soon, however, I will have to stop drugging him, DAMN it. Remind me to get antibiotics.
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My back is okay, hurts but not too bad. I am basically stuck with this for the rest of my life and the only thing I prey for is that this 'okay' feeling is not the result of the steroid shot that will wear of by Christmas. If it wears off and I go back into that hell I will not be pleased. Nevermind the pain, if this isn't permanent I will not be able to have kids anytime soon. Hmmm ... How long does it take for a disk to degenerate into nothing? 10 yesr or 20?

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The neighbor's in the back of us have decided to clear out some of the trees in their HUGE yard and let their 2 kids and their friends race dirt bikes underneath our bedroom windows. I can feel the value of our house eroding. The noise also dies nothing good for my headaches or for V's terror of loud sounds. When those a'holes (sorry) are racing I can not open windows (the smell and the sound are too much) or take V to play in OUR backyard. My mother wants to mine the bike path, horrid right? However, after 6 hours of noise on a Sunday or Saturday I am ready to consider it. Even worse the adults are the overbearing, argumentative types (the mom had the nerve to yell at my mother) and they don't get why it is unkind to do this to neighbors. There should be laws forbidding this sort of thing, but apparently not. Bastards the lot of them.

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Oh I have to mention that our whole family is sick. DH brought it home from work first. V caught the cough and runny nose second and has been coughing for 3 weeks now. I have just recently been overpowered by this nasty bug. I think the only reason I got sick is because of that lack of sleep I mentioned. My immunity system is just not in working order.
Man what I would do for some NyQuil and 10 hours of sleep.

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The lack of sleeping is also preventing me from writing often, but I will try.

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V is almost 2 and his birthday party is on DECEMBER 2nd. Are YOU coming?

Love,
Me

Pain

2006-08-07T10:53:00.000-06:00

As you know after the surgery I was not allowed to sit for a long time and because my keyboard is now attached by usb to the laptop writing while reclining is Hard. I am still not allowed to sit, actually I can not sit, and I am writing this to tell you that I will continue to not update this website for some time to come. V continues to do adorable things but I am doing very poorly.
The surgery did not work as was expected. For some time afterwards everything was wonderful and pain free. I was very happy and looking forward to playing with V and making more babies with DH. Last Monday I wok up and my lower back, to the right of the tailbone, hurt. I thought it was just my period letting me know that it will be coming by for a visit. The pain got worse and no period came. I am back on drugs and they are once again not helping. I can’t move without a horrific amount of pain and I am not exaggerating. Sorry I won’t wine much longer.
I am getting another MRI on the 16th of August and a consultation with the Dr on the 12th of September. I am calling them again today to ask for stronger drugs because I cannot last a month longer. The Dr’s assistant said this might go away on its own, I might have to get another steroid shot or three, or I might have to get more surgery and not the simple procedure I just had.
DH has been fantastic and loving and kind and I am grateful that I have such a wonderful husband who does so much to help me out.
My parents have also been wonderful but not as great as DH.
V deserves and award for being the best kid in the universe. He is adorable and very understanding and extremely affectionate. He says a lot more words and half words now and it is getting easier and easier to understand him. He is also doing a lot more for himself, soon he will have no need for me or DH or my parents. We are planning on moving him to a toddler bed when we get back home in September. I hope he will like it. He is still a bit young for toddler bed but he is so tall I don’t want to risk keeping him in the crib.
I have to go now and become a vegetable.
I miss writing to you.
I miss all of you.
Please write me, even if I can’t always answer back with a long letter/post I can always read and scribble something short.

Love,
ME

Yesterday

2006-07-07T14:27:00.000-06:00

Yesterday morning do-do (grandfather, my dad) found the following scene when he came downstairs; DH was asleep on the couch and on the floor by the couch sat V surrounded by potatoes and onions, he was covering himself in diaper cream instead of sunscreen and tasting it a little.
This morning I found do-do and V outside; one of them was sitting in a puddle. I dare not imagine what tomorrow will bring, but whatever it may be I will be holding a camera.
Love,
ME
P.S. The drugs are sublime you should try them sometime.

post-O P E R A T I O N

2006-07-05T13:01:00.000-06:00

So a responsible blogger would let everyone know that she was back from back surgery alive and going to the bathroom without any help. I am not that responsible. I have been avoiding the Internet so that I don't have to confess to eating ice cream 3 or 5 times a day (it is for the soar throat that went away the day after surgery) and reading an embarrassing amount of books that I no longer remember. This avoidance was strengthened by the 'NO-sitting' rule imposed on me by my captors. They are also not letting V touch me in fear that he will fall and knock my disks out of place again.
The operation was a success. First a vein was located, two times they missed, and then a nice cocktail of narcotics was shot up my arm. Next thing I know I am freezing and not moving.
After that nice recovery room, where they gave a whole lot of morphine to sedate me, I was moved to my own room that I shared with a nice Old Italian grandmother that couldn’t hear a thing. I had visitors, Teacher of the Year never left my side, Mrs. AM visited with her husband and mother, and of course DH came by to sit with me before my dad showed up. I got fake flowers, real flowers, sushi, and candy. The sushi was bought and eaten by my mom, and I used the candy to bribe the nurses into giving me more morphine. By the end of Thursday I got to flash my neighbor and most of the nursing staff on duty while going to a bathroom with a walker and an IV pole. I came out green and absolutely sure that I would never stand up again. The trip to the bathroom was repeated every 4 hours but was done with a lot more modesty and grace.
The next day I was released just before they served a regular lunch, I missed out of pot roast with mashed potatoes and warm apple pie, but I did not miss out on a service of antibiotics up my vein.
Basically the experience was a little like giving birth, except without the hellish pain, ring of fire, and adorable baby to bring home.
The Dr. said he was very hopeful that I would be back to normal and popping out children by the end of the year. My leg is a little numb but that is supposed to be normal, I go back next week for a follow up.
Love,
Me

post-O P E R A T I O N

2006-07-05T12:03:00.000-06:00

Ba-BA

2006-06-27T11:35:00.000-06:00

Ba-Ba is a word that gets a lot of play in our 'new and improved' household. The most important meaning is grandmother. V will scream 'Ba-Ba' at the top of his lungs at the mere hint of Teacher of the year being within hearing distance. This morning after waking up at 6am V went looking for Ba-Ba. He started to climb upstairs but then heard Ba-Ba turn the water on downstairs and ran all the way down yelling, 'Ba-Ba, Ba-Ba, ma-ma ba-ba? BA-BA!' untill she peaked around the corner and said, 'Boo'. I get to hear V calling for Baba on a regular basis when she is not at home. Upon everone leaving for work V will walk over to the stairs and ask for his pa-pa, ba-ba, and do-do. When he wakes up there is the usual inquery for pa-pa and then frantic screaming for ba-ba because ma-ma is just not good enough.
Ba-Ba also translates into buterfly or babachka is Russian. V runs around chasing buterflys screaming Ba-Ba and that is the one and only reason I decided to leave the comforts of home and go to the zoo. You see there is a butterfly exhibit at our local zoo and I would not be able to forgive myself if I missed it. I took do-do and V for an evening stroll around the caged animals. V loved it. At the butterfly exhibit there was much running and screaming and lunging at terrified buterflys.
V also enjoyed watching the Gorillas and the zebras and a whole bunch of other animals. My one regret is that I was almost out of memory on my camera and had to limit the pictures. So I didn't get a whole lot of butterfly pictures just one and it isn't even that great. To make up for the lack of butterfly's I did get a whole bunch of pics with V chasing a lovely bird around, I also got video and it is hillarious.

This morning I took V to another zoo and we didn't have half the fun we had yesterday. The flamingos did not impress V, neither did the petting zoo. He did like the mother leopard with her cubs. We did the whole zoo in under an hour with the longest time spent running up and down the wooden planks near the 'authentic' cabin by the lake. This time I was alone so no pictures.

And now back to our regular no update schedule.

Love,
ME

2006-06-12T15:43:00.000-06:00

So my surgery is in 3 weeks. I go to the hospital very early and get a nice cocktail of drugs. After I am out they stick a breathing tube down my throat. I then get a lovely incision and after about an hour go into recovery. I will be at the hospital overnight and will have access to a button connected to an unlimited supply of morphine. I like the morphine thing but am uneasy about being away from V for so long. I can only imagine the snub I will receive Saturday morning, and I won’t even be able to pick him up to say ‘Sorry!’ After I get out I have 8 weeks of rest, which means no lifting baby for 2 months. I will be living in hell.
Teacher of the Year has already started talking about how I will die of infection and the need to put V in a day-care facility. I won’t be surprised if she starts looking a burial plots in both MA and CT. Not fun.
I am scared and very uneasy but the surgery will, hopefully, mean relief. I am in desperate need of relief and a 15lbs (then another 50lbs) weight loss. Also the 2 months of pampering for me and daycare for V will be a like a vacation for me, just without the drinking, and deep sea diving (not that I did that before but a girl can dream).
By the end of the 2 months I think my parents will never want to see my little family again. Already they have stopped visiting in order to prepare for the horror of togetherness that is to come. Their townhouse will not be big enough for us. There are only 2 bedrooms for 5 people and V will be demanding a private room. Teacher of the year is thinking of setting up a bed for me in the living room, you know in case I don’t die.
Oh I forgot to tell you! I can’t bather for 5 days after the surgery. Anyone want to visit me on day 4, I am making appointments as we speak. Act now.
Anyway,
Love,
ME

Snubbed

2006-06-11T19:30:00.000-06:00

I have been snubbed! To make everything worse it was my precious V that did the snubbing. I sort of suspected that my son was capable of such cruelty when he snubbed his dad Saturday morning but I am his MOTHER. I should probably explain. DH woke up on Saturday morning after V was already up, he came out of the bedroom and stooped down to get a hug from V. V looked at his dad, turned around, and went to me for a hug. I am fairly sure that getting kicked in the crotch would have had a similar affect on DH. He sulked! Shortly after this snub I left for a ‘Girls Day Out’. I was gone from 9:30am Saturday to 9:30 Sunday (let us keep the stop for coffee between us … and no one mentions the donut either). When I drove up the drive and my son was walked over to me I was expecting grins and shouts of ‘MAMA’ as well as urgent demands for ‘UP’; I got the cold shoulder. V looked at me, frowned, and walked away. My heart was ripped out, stomped on with size 7ww feet, and then thrown in the sink by a ruthless tiny hand. I am still in pain and resolved to never leave this child for longer then 2 hours of ‘awake’ time. Overall I think DH will suffer the most because he is the one most noticeably absent during the week. Oh Lord, let this be a phase that passes, and passes quickly, I have a date with Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp coming up in July.

I have other things to tell you and here is a preview:
My upcoming surgery
DH babysitting
Precious V
Girls Day Out
Collection Agencies/Insurance PPL/Ambulance Services
Anything anyone wants to know. So stay tuned for more updates. I will work on entrees as time permits.
Love,
ME

Cooking 101

2006-05-29T12:26:00.000-06:00

You may be suprised, but I am 2 steps away from becoming a Stepford Wife, three is you count being thin as a requirment. I have discovered the joys of cooking like a pro. This website is fantastic; http://www.good-cook.ru/vtoroe/vtoroe_vse.shtml
It is in Russian but I have devised a way for even those that speak English to get in on the awsome cooking. Look at the pictures, find things you like, and e-mail me the link so I can translate the recpie into English for you. Or just use an Russian to English translator.
I have been cooking up a storm. DH has been truly well fed and I have earned a sincere complement (not under threat of death) every single time. Even V has had a taste and loved it.
Of course there is a price for all this cooking. Instead of going to see Army vehicles with V and DH I got to cook. Instead of watching the parade go by I cooked. What it all boils down to is that instead of being outside in the swealtering heat I got to be inside witht he airconditioning on full blast (do NOT tell DH).

Oh I should mention that V is now 18months old. He is 33 lbs and 36 inches. The Dr. said that he is big for his age but very proportional (Yeahoo no diet for V) and that my only problem will be people thinking he is stupid because he looks like he is four but acts like he is 18 months. He is right, there have been people giving me weird looks and asking me if V should be talking by now, but I am okay with it. Really I am.

V knows more the 3 words but less then 5. Not too great but not bad either. He does have the motor skills of someone much older but because he is bilingual it will take him longer to grasp language. Then he will not only be the handsomest boy in the world but also the smartest.

Shoot, look at the time! WE MIGHT be having guests ( we better be because there is a whole lot of food that is cooked an waiting) and I still have to wash the dishes and scour the decks.
Love
Me

Teething

2006-05-20T15:31:00.000-06:00

Day 4 of teething: Ready for that vacation, or a pink slip.
Day 5 of teething: What do you mean I can't get a pink slip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Day 6 of teething: What on earth possesed me to cut hair for the first time at Snip-its while still teething? Can't hear myself think oer the screaming.
Day 7 of teething: One tooth out of the three is out, the other two decided to torture me a bit longer.

The child refuses to let me count his teeth! I think we are up to 9 with 2 more on the way but he will not open his mouth to let me check. Thankfully my dad is here for the weekend and I get to have a tiny little break. They have been out for 2 hours and I have been cooking for an hour. It looks liek the teeth have stopped their progress and will wait untill my dad leaves to bother us again.

V got his first haircut. The second the nice lady put him in the nice chair he started crying. I could not take any pictures because he would not let go of me. The entire haircut was spent with his face in my shirt getting it soaking wet with tears and snot, fun. The amazing thing was that even after the hair cut he continued crying. He cried when they gave him a prize, he cried when he went out the door, he cried as he ran into traffic. He evn cried in his carseat with apple juice in his sippy cup. (I never give him apple juice unless here is a VERY good reason) Never doing this again! Well not untill he is addicted to video games and talking hair dryers.

This child amuses me every single day. Looking at him I just want to eat him up. This morning when V woke up he wanted to go see DH. DH was sleeping. I told V that we had to be very quiet and not go into DH's room because he was sleeping. V came up tot he door, looked at me, put a finger to his mouth, said 'SHHH' and procedded to knock on the door. After he received no reply he shushed me againa nd went barging in yelling, 'PAPA!' Needless to say DH was up.

Oh I have to tell you, my keboard no longer function properly. On my laptop the keys; Q, S, D, G, no loger work as well as an punctuation. I now have a computer keboard attached and my laptop is starting to resemble a desktop computer. So much for writting a book while in bed.

Love,
ME
P.S.
Angie what about that overnight date L promissed V?

Happy Mothers Day

2006-05-14T11:00:00.000-06:00

Happy Mother's Day to all the mother out there.
Mrs SC I hope you have a wonderful day with your girls. I have been looking at the pictures and they are adorable. And Eva is growing so fast. Emma looks like a little person, not a baby anymore. The two of them look like they will be best friends.

Angie I also hope you have a wonderful day, and that you know who doesn't spoil it for you. Did you remind Hans to get his mom a card? Kiss Lukas for me, and give a apt to Ava. It was good for Hans to post some new pictures, I have been drooling over Lukas for the past 2 days.

And Happy Birthday to Miss EL. I hope you have a wonderful Sunday with MR D (what is his last name?). I called and left a message so I am off the hook until next year.

Love and kisses to everyone.
Chmok
Love,
Me

Rain

2006-05-12T11:30:00.000-06:00

We are cutting teeth and very miserable. I spied our 8th tooth on Wednesday and now it looks like a few more are making an appearance soon. So in addition to our lovely cough we now have a runny nose (upper teeth coming in) and general pain all day long.
So now I am sure that I will not be frolicking in central park this weekend. Nor will I be in NY. It would feel very disloyal to V. I already feel like a horrible mother because I am not sick and teething. V gets to be alone in his pain, without the benefit of a playground, while I get to stay in, eat, and read books.
Despite his illness V has become a monkey. I am considering letting him join a circus, all I need to firgure out is which one will pay me the most. V has scaled dinner chairs, office chairs, sofas, beds, and bookcases. He has been on every coffe table and side table and has served as a center piece on our dinning room table. Teacher of the year says that he does this because I haven't taken him to the park. I would take him but I am not sure how V would react to a flodded playground, besides he can learn to swim in June when it's hot out.
And now he is up and cranky once more.
DH is coming and I have to go.
Love,
ME
ps spell checker still not working.

Hat in Spring

2006-05-10T11:04:00.000-06:00

Child is sick. He is coughing all night long. I think he got it from my mom. DH is understandably pissed.
This sickness has officially runed any chance I had of going to NY this weekend, unless of course he gets better and no longer feels like I am the only person (hmmm not that there is any one else here) to cling to.
I'm feeling slightly awful myself but not sick. I wish I could get some good sleep, but I can't. There is a lot of pain at the end of the day and I keep hoping that June gets here and I get the surgery out of the way.
I'm sorry I thought I had more to write about the cute monkey that lives with me, but I am beat. Want a nap and can't take one. I will try to post tomorrow something uplifting about drums and friends and stuff, but don't count on it.
Love,
ME

Hanging off the roof

2006-05-07T12:32:00.000-06:00

Someone Get me a chocolate bar! NOW!
I need something to calm me down while my DH hangs from the roof. A few wrong moves and that sentance could be taken literally. My Dad and DH are installing gutter shields. They are working at the back of the house. The land there is a nice slope with rocks and trees. To make things worse my DH has decided that he does not need the ladder at a 45 degree angle, he'll manage at 10. The thing is almost parallel to the house, and Teacher of the year is locked in her room muttering, 'why couldn't he wait till we left to kill himself?" Thanks mom, it would be so much better if you left and he fell and I was all alone, yes that would have been easier. I am appropriatly terrified, so send chocolate.
On to better topics, anything that does not turn my blood to ice.
Yesterday was cloudy and felt like rain but it was wonderfully warm and we were playing outside. V, who can now be officially called a monkey, was tired and climbed into our stroller (the big one) and asked me for a ride. I knew it was likely to rain so we just kept going up and down our driveway making car noises. Our neighboor, the one we 'flood' everytime it rains, told me to walk around the block (do I make offensive car noises, or is it happiness in general that displeases her?). I said that the moment I got half way around it would rain and we would be soaked (our block takes about 30 minutes to walk). She said, "Oh no I checked the weather no rain at all untill evening, go right ahead!" So not being able to resist a dare and wanting to be proven right once again I set out on this walk. Halfwway through the heavens opened up and rain came down. Good thing the big stroller has a nice canopy so V was dry. When we got back my neighboor would not even meet my eye, whimp.
V the monkey no climbes into his stroller, car seat, booster seat, couches, tables. He tries to climb onto our bed and into and out of his crib, half an inch in height and he will accomplish both.
Teacher of the year has decided that when fall hits we will be digging out a couple of trees (seren') from the abandoned lots on a nearby road. This can not be terribly legal right? I am sure there is a fine or jailtime involved but neither of those threats is enough to convince DH to buy the same trees for $10 each.
I wish I had new and exciting pictures to share with you, but I am a bad mother in that regard. Oh very well I am not a bad mother just a bad picture taker/sorter/printer. All of that is reflected in the photo album thats stops in January. My, aren't we having a terribly warm March, I can't be more then 2 months behind ont he whole picture thing right?
Oh V is also a proud owner of this sandbox:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00005U8U6/qid=1147027745/sr=1-10/ref=sr_1_10/103-3555707-3940643?v=glance&s=toys
Everything that people write about it is true! It is fantastic. V spend a minimum of 30 minutes dumping sand out of it every warm day. I think my yard will be complete in the year 2030, when the kids a moderatly grown and the house is paid partly off.
I hear my son laughing with Teacher Of the Year and am anxious to join them before he comes to the living room to type something as well.
Love,
ME
PS my spellchecker is not working so ignore all the stupid errors and just think I wrote comething coherent.

The end is at hand.

2006-04-29T06:20:00.000-06:00

I am at a loss.
So the diet is over and I am lighter by 6lbs. I should not be complaining but they do promise 10 to 17 lbs off in a week for the relative hell they make you go through. Okay it was not exactly hell, actually not that bad, and 6 lbs is not bad it is just different. I think the cut in calories wasn't bad because I don't need all the calories I was consuming to run after the kid. The meat days were fantastic but the rice days defied logic.

Yesterday I had maybe a cup of cooked brown rice, soup, and vegies, AND I GAINED a pound and a half. The vegies were carrots and zucchini, there is absolutely no way I should have gained, unless it was the meat days catching up to me.

So I think I will be trying the modified version of this diet, called 'Eating for one not three'. The only thing I will reliably miss is bread. The only craving I have had is bread. I watched my dad and my DH eat cake yesterday and all I wanted was that piece of sunflower bread in the fridge. Absolutely horrible.

Speaking of horrible I think my DH feels some guilt over not buying me pretty flowers. We tossed the tulips my mom got me for Easter yesterday and my Dad suggested I ask DH (when he got home) where are the new flowers. So here is our conversation practically word for word;
"So honey where are the flowers?"
"What flowers"
"For me."
"Huh?"
"Oh never mind, maybe next time."
"Stop badgering me about flowers! Why are you annoying me about some stupid flowers! Leave me alone! Stop asking me for flowers! Stop badgering!" (is badgering a word?)
Mind you, I haven't asked for flowers in over 2 months. The only reason he had to get upset over this is if he felt guilty that he never buys me flowers. And that is what a choose to believe. Now if only I could get the e-mail address of a good friend of his. I would be able to ask them to hint to DH to get me some flowers for mothers day, and maybe do something nice for me. I am way overdue for something nice (that doesn't involve the bedroom, not that I am complaining).

Have to go. Angie and family are coming soon. And if there is a human being for whom I will gladly forsake any diet it is Angie. I am so excited. I have to get us ready, set up cribs and all that jazz.

Love,
Me

Read This -Edited-

2006-04-27T19:56:00.000-06:00

Please read this;
http://bloggingpoints.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-to-be-good-Christian-wife.html

I thought it was supposed to be a funny sort of thing but the woman is serious. So I guess according to her I am a whore, going to hell, a whore, a horrible wife and very likely making my family disfunctional. Oh and so are you!

I will now pretend she is not serious because it hurts my brain when I think there are women out there who believe in any of that crap.
Good night
Love,
Me

Edit
I have read some of the other posts by this woman and they are ridiculous. I sort of want to read what she has to say about raising girls just for the laugh. I am beginning to think that Anna is right and She is trying to be satirical, like a fake blog. She denies it but she is too ridiculous for a real human being. I can not reconcile her mouth and legs and likes with a good Christian wife. Makes my head hurt.
The children post about raising kids is a work of fine art really, in humor. Thanks Sveta for noticing. I esp. Love the preemptive spanking with hair brush in the morning. Ok no more!

Banana-mama

2006-04-26T10:08:00.000-06:00

So yesterday was the dreaded banana day and it was good. Not a lot to eat but I still felt full. I did a little cheating and had some boiled shrimp that were going to go bad if I didn't cheat but I don't think it screwed anything up.
Today is beef and tomatoes I have not had any beef or tomato but I ate some broiled fish and water. I plan on eating the soup and having some chicken this afternoon and then maybe more chicken for dinner.
I am saving steak for tomorrow along with most of the tomatoes. Can't wait.
So far I am down by 6lbs in 4days, but I bet it is all water or something.
Maybe next week will be a modified diet week with at least one trip to the 'All you can eat' place to gain back the 6 lbs. Whish me luck
Love,
Me

Kill Me

2006-04-24T10:22:00.000-06:00

Something is up with 'Blogger.com' so no pics this post.

Teacher of the Year has won! I am on the cabbage soup diet. I want to strangle my husband and cheat on the stupid diet. Teacher of the year lost 9lbs in 7 days and is absolutely thrilled. She thinks she looks skinnier and feels fantastic. I am not commenting on her looks, I think she is perfectly fine.
So this is day 3. Mixed vegies and fruits. It is actually not that horrible, but I am almost always hungry and that no calorie soup is awful! I can't stand to eat it more then once.
Tomorrow is the dreaded banana and skim milk day. Good thing V and I like bananas.
I am looking forward to the meat on day 5 and 6 but I don't think I will like the brown rice day.

Anyway have to vent here about my husband. He is great guy. He watches V when I ask him, he does things around the house (digging trenches and putting up fences) and is absolutely lovable. He is, however, a food snob. He wants to be fed 3 or 4 times a day but at the same time he refuses what is offered. Today he wanted me to make him a different breakfast because eggs and pasta with steak wasn't good enough. I got all mad, I am on a diet he could be a little more sensitive to that, and wanted to tell him off but when I walked in the room he was playing with V and I just lost all my anger. He was so sweet with V that I made him oatmeal on milk with brown sugar and butter. Artery clogging but good. V had his dad's breakfast for lunch, not the steak but the egg and pasta, with carrots and grapes.
So just wanted you all to know I am miserably hungry and I will update you how badly I crash when Angie, Hans, and Lukas come visit.
Love,
Me
P.S. Mrs AM thank you for the frog. I keep forgetting to tell you how much V enjoys it. He loves that thing. The bath has never been the same.
P.P.S Congrads to Miss EL on her promotion.

Operation

2006-04-19T13:17:00.000-06:00

Operation

2006-04-18T11:50:00.000-06:00

So I have my operation dates. June 7th is the pre-op, and June 29th is the surgery. The only tricky thing is that I have to get a referral from my primary care Dr. That is back-dated to march. Do Dr's even do that? Why is it not necessary to get a referral for the initial consultation and extremely important to get for surgery. I don't get it. I am a bit scared because I do not have a primary Dr, and don't even know where to begin looking for one, Boston or Bristol?
I texted a lot of my friends the date and everyone was excited, and I get that, it is a very good thing but I am scared. Absolutely terrified that I nowhave an appointment to be sliced open. Very scary.

In other news I met a girl and V met a boy. We met Nicole and her 18month old Gavin at a local park. We are in the infatuation stage right now, meeting every day and sneaking in messages during the night. All very exciting. In a few weeks, if this lasts, we will consider introducing our husbands. The little boy is very sweet, he loves sticks and hugs. They also have a wonderful dog that is wonderful with kids.
So far we have been to a Chinese place and McDonald, my kid is in junk food heaven, tomorrow is Chucky Cheese. My only consultation is that V eats an incredibly healthy breakfast and dinner, I try to limit is fat exposure during lunch, but now don't always succeed. I hope this thing develops into a friendship but it is hard. I am happy to be out and about but all this work is taking a toll on my back. I can barely move after lunch. V is very happy, and for him I am willing to put up with anything.
V loves going out. He will bring me my jacket, and his shoes, and his jacket, and then he will pull me to the stairs and scream. I usually get the hint right away, but I don't always feel like going outside at 7 am so we have some power struggles. He is currently winning.
On Tuesday DH slept in. We had to leave to make a playdate and said goodbye to daddy while daddy was in bed. When we got home DH was gone but because I put V down for a nap right away he did not realize this. When V woke up he headed for our bedroom and started looking for daddy. He looked under the covers, in both bedrooms, the guest room, and insisted on being taken to the basement. While he was looking V kept saying, 'daddy?' and holding up his hands in the 'where is he/it' sign. I explained that daddy had to work and V hasn't looked for him sense. I think form now on DH is going to have to put on a show before leaving so that we can avoid the searching.
I don't think I have told you this but V loves to play hide-and-seek with me. Out version of the game involves me chasing V into the kitchen and then running away to hide in the master bedroom. V runs into the room and the precedes to search all the regular corners until he finds me. It is incredibly cute and makes me and V so happy.

I am looking forward to the end of April. Angie and Hans and Lukas are coming to visit. Very Happy.
Damn it, I am so happy :)

Stop ME

2006-04-11T10:25:00.000-06:00

My Son is a proud owner of the following things:
http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=2481700
and
http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=874288
also some undershirts and several small cars and a wshcloth of some sort.

SOMEBODY STOP ME!!!

In other news;
Teacher of the Year is on a new diet. It was 'designed' for overweight people getting ready for surgery. Basically it is a cabage soup diet. You make soup out of cabage, green pepers, green onions, salt, V-8 and leeks. That soup you can eat day and night in huge portions. Then the week goes a little like this;
day 1: All fruits except Banana
day 2: All Vegies except potato but you can have a baked potato as a reward.
day 3: Fruits and Veggies but no banana or potato
day 4: 8 Bananas with skim milk
day 5: 20oz of beef (can't fry any of the foods on any of the days)
day 6: 2-3 steaks with green vegies
day 7: brown rice
I am on the fence about this. Teacher of the year will not back off untill I try it, but she is going to test the waters of insanity. I am worried that this diet will lead to the worse yo-yo dieting our family has ever seen. SO....
Stop ME

Love,
Me

Hi

2006-04-06T10:47:00.000-06:00

I don't even remember the last time I blogged.
V is getting over a cold that he picked up from the neighbor's kid. Here is how that went; WE played with child, next day child got sick, then V got sick, two days late I got sick, then grandpa got sick. Teacher of the Year never got sick because she has a rocking immune system that can take the stomach flu and turn it into two cramps (while the rest of us spend an unhealthy amount of time with the toilet). I know kids are supposed to get sick to build up their immune system but I am seriously considering not letting V come into contact with anymore children. The only exception to this rule would be baby Lukas and his soon-to-be baby sister.
I have lots of news to share.
DH has had the condition of residence removed from his greencard and can now apply for US citizenship. He is already practicing for that test thingie and knows more about this country then most Americans. He keeps asking me questions and hoping I will get something wrong but so far they have been easy questions. The interview for the removal of condition was yesterday and it was easy. It was easy because we are still married (98% of these type of things end after 2 yrs at least legally) and plan on staying married (98% never intended to stay married) and have a kid. For 16 months I have been telling DH that America will not kick him out because we have a kid to prove our commitment to each other. NO ONE would agree to a fake marriage AND a kid ... Right? This feels like a big boulder just fell off the pile of boulders we have been carrying.

The next boulder will be my back. I think Dr's are so scared of someone suing their pants off they have decided against saying anything. During our entire appointment he avoided my eyes and never said anything that would imply that he thought I should get surgery. He did imply that someone like me could get better if they decided on surgery. So a person like me wants to get surgery, and a person like me will receive a packet in the mail outlining the procedure, and then a person like me will call and make the appointment. I, however, will sit on my ass eating dark chocolate and harassing Angie into making a bunny cake.
Stay tuned.

DH claims that if I fix my back he will consider taking me and the spawn to Russia in the summer. I am all happy, except that I weigh 70lbs more now then I did when the people in Russia last saw me. So I am a bit apprehensive about this, considering I would be seeing an ex with his hot wife and child. I can, of course, blame 20lbs on steroids but the other 50lbs are completely and totally my achievement.
(I just saw 3 police cars drive by my window, very tempted to go look why)
Now I am going to go check the fridge, there is a chance something grew there overnight.
Love,
Me

Klutz

2006-03-23T11:35:00.000-06:00

And the Klutz week continues. I made a nice size dent on my car by driving it into something while backing out of, lets just say, a parking space. The dent is big and now whenever I open my door it makes an awful sound, just horrid. My husband, bless his soul, asked if I was okay and reassured me that I would not be dying this weekend. He said the car was already dented in other places by him so he could easily forgive me for being stupid.
Mind you, I am not telling him the truth about where I was when the car was dented, and not telling you either.

Now look at the picture. Tell me should I be worried about my sons obsession with shoes? I mean really! He walks around in high heels better then I do!

:)

2006-03-22T06:44:00.000-06:00

So my wonderful husband fixed my computer for me. All I have to do now is wait for my adorable son to break it again. This kid isn't even 2 years old and he is already breaking expensive electronics. Oh well, good thing we have that priceless Chinese vase hidden away at an antique store where we will never buy it.
I fell like such an idiot lately. I keep spilling stuff, forgetting to turn off explosive stuff, and in general being a klutz and stupid. Just this morning after spilling half of V's milk and boiling 4 cups of water into nothing I decided to stay away from cooking and order Chinese. Placed the order, they confirmed it twice, and 2 hours later when I called them they said, 'We no deliver to you city'. The right response would have been to kill them all but I blame myself for being an idiot because I am sure this is somehow my fault.
We are going to live with my parents for 2 weeks soon and I am dreading it. I love my mom but in very small doses contained in one weekend, my dad I can stand for months and months without being irritated. Talk about dad's little girl.
Another reason I don't like my moms is the room V sleeps in. He shares a room with us and it can not be made dark so he sleeps less. When V sleeps less I sleep horribly, esp. if he is in the same room. Maybe I should take a page form Dooce and cover the windows with tin foil. Now that would be one hell of a fashion statement for Teacher of the Year.
Shoot it is late and I have to sleep.
Love,
ME

Rainbow Fish

2006-03-13T07:44:00.000-06:00

I know this is horrid but I HATE that Rainbow Fish book. Maybe HATE is too strong a word but I am using it! I know the book is about being happy because of sharing. For those without children; there is a fish with shiny scales, and he is the prettiest fish, and another fish asks to have a scale and rainbow fish refuses. So little fish tells all the other fish and they no longer want to play with Rainbow fish, so then Rainbow fish gives up a scale to the little fish and then every fish wants a scale and he is left with one scale and is happy because now all the other fish want to play with him. I know sharing is good. Maybe it means that I am a shallow person but what I see in this story is not a lesson I want V to internalize. To me it screams, people will want to be your friend not for you but for the things you can give them. If the story line just had little fish asking for a scale and rainbow fish happily giving it I would like it more, but right now it just seems wrong to me. Maybe someone has a better way to look at this story but for now I am hiding it between the couch cushions and refusing to read it to V no matter how pretty the pictures are.
Love,
Me

P.S
Should V have a pet or is it way to early?

P.P.S
my spell checker refuses to work so sorry for any errors.

Random

2006-03-08T20:47:00.000-05:00

So when we first moved into our house I stayed home all the time. I was terrified to take the car down the long narrow driveway. I hate driving backwards and so I try to avoid it, hence the staying home. Don't get me wrong we went out and walked the driveway and out in our backyard but in a few weeks we did not get into the car and GO anywhere. This hermit existence was fine by me, sort of, yeah, kind of. Then my neighbor Mrs Garden stopped by and we chatted. She asked me if I ever went out, and well hearing myself explain to her why I didn't made me realize how stupid that was. So the past 2 weeks we have been going out.
We took in a class at Gymboree and V loved it. He loved all the climbing, all the kids, all the balls, EVERYTHING. I liked it too but it did a number on my back. Too bad we can't continue with the classes because of the whole back thing. I think right about now I would pay anything to get V with other kids. We also went out to eat and shop and V seems to handle it very well.
Hmm don't know what the point on this post was but posting it anyway.
Sorry will try to be better in the future with more umm interesting posts.

Previous Photo

2006-02-26T15:19:00.000-05:00

Anna in the previous post there is a photo of my son lying down after walking for 30 minutes. He decided that walking was overrated and decided to lounge about watching cars drive by. He was also very involved in playing with the chain around the fence and to do that he had to stay on his tummy, or so he explained to me. Here is another picture from that day. Notice how the arms are resting on his back and his entire body hunched forward. You can't see his face but I promise you he is gorgeous.

Friday

2006-02-25T14:08:00.000-05:00

Friday was a very busy day for me. I must admit I handled everything wonderfully and multitasked like a pro. Now if I could only remember everyone's birthdays I would be all set.
Let me re-cap for you the hour that V decided to sleep.
I put V down for his nap, put the water to boil for soup, loaded the dryer and washer, put the beats into the boiling water, took a shower, cleaned furiously for 30 minutes, put in the rest of the soup ingredients, unloaded and reloaded the dryer and folded clothes. All this in one hour. I am a genius.

V is taking only one nap now and it is killing me. He only sleeps for an hour and a half tops and is complainy and whinny by the evening. I tried putting him down for two naps but he cries his head off and refuses to sleep. He tries to sleep through the night but usually wakes up at 4am soaking wet because his diaper could not hold everything in. I hate his diapers, anyone know any good ones in big sizes?
We have gone off the bottle and now only drink from cups. I was super excited this week to give those bottles a final boiling water bath and put them away. The pacifier is next on the extinction list and I dread the tantrums that await me. When is the next long weekend?
V is also cutting two new teeth on the top, might explain the runny nose, but not the cough. So we have a total of 6 teeth now, not too many for 16month old.
We speak Russian around V and yet his first semi word is, bubble and duck in ENGLISH. Semi word means that the sounds he makes sound a lot like bubble and duck. I blame 'Teacher of the Year' who insists of using English words to describe things but talks Russian. If we could just all get on the same page the kid would not be so confused.
V has also been on a path of destruction lately, so far we have 2 very expensive victims. One is a $50 thermometer that didn't need to be stuck into anywhere, and the other is our $80 baby monitor. Love the kid, hate the expense.

I have been reading Not Calm and loving it. I keep thinking of clever comments to leave but end up either forgetting them by the time I reach a computer, or typing them out and seeing how absolutely dumb they are. So Not Calm would you like to have dumb comments on your blog or no dumb comments and the knowledge that I worship at your busy feet?

Love,
Me

Oh and when do the kids realize that the weekend is a time to sleep in late? When they go to school right?

::Smiley Face::

2006-02-16T15:00:00.000-05:00

Jen it is good to be back. I am trying to catch up on my blog reading. So much great stuff has been happening with the people I love to read that it is mind-boggling.
And Anna I was not getting lazy, I was feeling overwhelmed and not in a blogging kind of mind set.

Did I ever mention how much I LOVE overstock.com? My new chairs and table are from there and I am in love. I think I will do most of my shopping there; one problem is that I am not allowed to do ANY shopping.

I need ideas for a centerpiece for my table. Any ideas?

Baby V (or is it Toddler V now?) is sick. At first I thought his runny nose was just teeth coming it (still only have 4 at 15 months) but it is a cold. I know because I now have it as well. I blame DH; he too is sick, and his stupid ‘commute to’ work.

I am also looking for mom and me type of clubs in our area but the closest one is 20 minute drive and is not returning e-mails.

Got to go, V slept for 30 minutes and is calling me. Oh and another clue as to how poorly this child is feeling; he is hugging me, voluntarily. The kid is out of his mind with the cold.
Love,Me

Finally a post

2006-02-14T07:35:00.000-05:00

I am settled in, but not completely. To be perfectly content I need to have a new sofa, a daybed, and so much stuff we will never be out of debt. I like it this way. I even got around to taking care of myself. After I found V a pediatrician who accepted out health care and was close by (trust me not an easy thing) I got myself taking care of. I have a consultation in March with a surgeon; we’ll talk all about slicing me open. So heads up I will be in Boston in March.
I love our new house, the kitchen alone makes me very happy but then I see the bedrooms and melt inside. It is a bit of a hassle to go anywhere but I sort of like staying in all the time. The child loves this house! He loves the freedom of running from his room, down the hallway, through the living room and into my arms. I love him.
I like being sort of normal. For about 2 years my husband and I spent a LOT of time together. He worked from home and would harass me about breakfast, lunch, dinner, his underwear on the floor, the two plates in the sink, etc. Now he goes to the office like any other normal human being and I must admit I like it. No harassing! We even manage to have blissfully happy weekends. V loves seeing his dad Saturday morning! He turns all giggly and smiley. I try very hard to NOT miss that moment.
Teacher of the Year also comes down on weekends. V loves her too. He loves her more then me. He hugs her and calls her ‘momma’ and eats everything she puts in front of him. He ignores me the entire weekend if she is there and I like the break. I have his love the whole week so I can give it up on the weekends. Oh I cried a lot the first weekend it happened but then I saw the silver lining to it all; guilt free shopping.

V is still not talking but he is doing a lot of pointing. He can point to things like, lamp, dog, cat, clock, cow, elephant, and car. And he still refuses to say ‘papa’ and it drives DH crazy. He can run now, but saves it for special occasions, such as running into traffic when out on a walk. He plays ball with me, and occasionally kickball. Very amusing. He has a sensitive back and laughs mightily when I tickle him or give him a back massage. He gets in and out of the bathtub all by himself. He knows when to go to the changing table and ask for his pacifier (only when there is a dirty diaper). When tired he puts his hands behind his back and walks leaning forward. He brings me books to read and immediately settles into my lap. V can blow a kiss but I have to do something extra special for that kind of attention. V loves blueberry waffles. He washes his own hands and face after meals. His favorite animal is a cow because he can say ‘moo’ while pointing to it. He loves his three stuffed bunnies and one black dog that Angie gave us. V knows a lot of sign language (according to me) and it makes the day that much easier. I love him so much it hurts. I think I have saturated you with V information so I end this paragraph.
On the 25th of February we are going to get 3 very special visitors. Angie, Hans, and Lukas are coming down for the weekend. My mother is coming too and has offered to baby-sit the boys while we go out to eat, but I just don’t know about this. We have thought about giving the boys a bath together, but I am worried that V will turn out to be a bath hog and push Lukas around. The two may be the same height but my chubby boy outweighs Lukas. Lukas is a lucky boy; he will be lean boy all his life. I hope that we get a new couch before they arrive so we can great them in style.
I promise to try and be better at posting. Only try. No guarantees.
Love you.
Sincerely,
Me

Mr. Clean

2006-01-13T13:58:00.000-05:00

I have been postponing posting anything because I was waiting to download pictures to show you how cute my son really is, but no more.
Cute things Baby V does:
Imitates Grandma and cleans the house (only as high as a countertops) with a wet paper towel. He will take his towel and wipe all surfaces within reach, turning the tissue over and over. It is very cute and makes Teacher of the Year stop harassing me to clean.

Baby V calls Daddy 'Mamama' although we KNOW he knows how to say 'Papa'

He will chew through plastic and wood if he thinks there is an edible apple on the other side

He hugs, and sends air kisses

He can breath and smile and eat, and just be and it is the cutest thing in the world.

Things I do that are not cute:
Procrastinate
Eat 3 breakfasts and then tell people I want to loose weight
Not keep up or comment on my favorite blogs

Things that keep me up at night:
DH's coughing
The idea of living ALONE while husband works 2 hours away

Love,
Me

PS
Thank you Beth for your fantastic comment on the previous entry

Hi

2006-01-01T10:32:00.000-05:00

Happy New Year!
It is the year of the dog.

Sorry about being gone for so long but it takes SO much time to travel back and forth between houses, host guests, AND have a new house to decorate.

Let's start out with Baby V. He is walking! Has been for a month. Just round and round the circle, or oval, or rectangle. He loves the new house because he has SO much room to roam, the only downside is that I don't let him on the stairs in new house yet. He can point to his nose if asked, and says moo when looking at a cow. He is still obsessed with Cars and sometimes even says 'car'. My parents have a cop living near him that turns on lights for V and we LOVE him. He can stare for HOURS at planes landing. He says 'mama' but so far I am not the only mama but I am the only MAMA. I can't believe how much I love him. I think you all know what I am talking about, my little baby is not so little anymore.

Now on to my DH. He has found a job in, wait for it ... Woburn MA. So he will be renting a room in Woburn while I am living in CT. I am actually sort of anticipating the total freedom of a week without taking care of two boys. It will be so much fun if my DH will come home on weekends, like a party. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?

We had Miss MS from Canada for Christmas. I think that was the best time for me in a long time. She is a dream with children and was a big help to me. That one week we had three course dinners, plentiful breakfast and all that. Beside all that we let Baby V out into the snow and found the best Chinese Buffet in the world. I am so sad that MS is gone. I miss her terribly and not only because she helped lugged Baby V around. Hope she comes back to visit once I have completely decorated the house and thrown Slava out to Woburn.

New Year we met with a whole lot of people. Get ready for a slew of abbreviations. Miss EL with her boyfriend, Mrs AM and MR RM, plus some people I don't know how to abbreviate. We played games, drank alcohol, and had an absolute blast. At 11 we went to a bar and had champagne toasts. DH danced so much and so wildly that the bouncers had to tell him to tone it down. I loved it so much, although my back prevented me from dancing with EL and AM, well the bump and grinding part of dancing. Some guy tried to come on to me but I had to tell him I am married but flattered and he apologized and kissed my hand. So all in all I had a very GOOD time. Baby V however channeled DH all night he woke up a lot and screamed and danced, but I wasn't there.

So I don't know how often I will be able to update often, but probably once a week is a given.

Have to go now.
Love,
Me

Hey

2005-12-13T09:28:00.000-05:00

I am staying in Boston and have no reliable internet, which is why there have been no updates.
Baby V has had a hard time adjusting but is doing very well now.
He has began to repeat the movements for, 'the wheels on the bus ...'
He also says Mama very clearly but often referring to a frog and duck.
He walks short distances but crawls long ones.
He is a genius.
I am getting treatment from the chiropractor who thinks that the pain could be coming from a twisted pelvis (?????????????) and that she can correct the twist in 8 to 10 sessions at $46 each.
I miss DH and shopping and the security of husband having a job.
I miss Mrs Angie M and Mrs AM and well everyone.
I can not wait for the 21st when Miss MS from Canada is coming.
We are also spending New Years in Boston, partying with Miss EL and Mrs AM and their significant others.
Have to go now.
Love,
Me

Holidays

2005-12-05T19:31:00.000-05:00

So it is that time of year again. The holidays are upon us. I am torn about presents. Do I get them for everyone, no one, only close friends? If I decide not to get anyone anything, you know no income and all that, do I tell people and ask them not to bother with me? Or is that too presumtious (sp?) of me ... Like I thought they might want to get me something but it never even crossed their mind and yet here I am asking them not to? Advice?
I was actually thinking of getting the people I am going to see something edible, and then casually mention on my Blog that if anyone wants to get me something they can buy a tree ornament after Christmas, you know the 50% sale and all that, that they love. As a new family we have no tree decorations and I think it would be nice in the future to point to each ornament and say, "This was from (insert name) on your 2nd Birthday"
Can you believe that this is really his second holiday season? I can't.
So what do you think internet?
Love,
Me

P.S.
I am so sneaky ... Ahem ... Right.

Yesterday

2005-12-01T10:56:00.000-05:00

We bought a house. DH and I are the proud parents of a 3 bedroom 2 1/2 bath split level home with a 2 car garage and a finished basement. The property line is not marked so I see plenty of arguments with neighbors about the picnic table and leaves.

Also Baby V turned 1. He had an organic apple muffin with icing. He put his hands in the icing and started crying. He hates the sticky feeling. We wiped off the icing and gave him a plain muffin, he gobbled it up and then asked for seconds. Very sweet. The picture is from the morning when Baby V was looking through THE picture album.

After the muffin eating DH and I took his motorcycle up to the new house. On the way a Bus tried to run me over but otherwise we got there fine. Also moved in all the fine china and my books. After that we went to Lowes and bought all our appliances, but we are getting the stove and dryer on the 17th with gas hook up on the 19th so eating microwave food till then.

We still have a shit load to pack, and I am getting anxious, but that is not stopping me from spending time in front of the screen ... Writhing to you.
Love,
Me

Chmok

2005-11-29T20:12:00.000-05:00

OH GOD! Tomorrow we wake up at 7am, drive to see if the house changes have been made, drive to sign a shit load of papers, get keys, drive to sears, pick out a refrigerator and stove, drive home, have a phone interview at 4pm, bake muffins, take picture of year old eating a muffin, put kid loaded on sugar to sleep, pass out. We are not heavily religious but please if you are pray for us. If you are not keep your fingers crossed at 11pm and don't un-cross until 1pm ... Take a long lunch.
I am afraid that tomorrow I will have no time to post, watch 20 post by midnight tomorrow, but leave a comment and I will read it.

I was packing books and albums today and came across THE baby album. A very timely find. I had fun seeing my 1 year old as a newborn. There are so many things you tend to, for the most part, forget but that pop right back into your head if you come across a keepsake. Like the capped positive pregnancy test reminds you of waking up at 5am to pee and waiting for 5 minutes while falling asleep on the toilet then climbing into bed and waking up DH with cold feet pressed lovingly into his butt. Those newborn pictures reminded me of a tiny baby that slept a lot and stayed where he was put. Now my year old crawls, the few steps are repeated every blue moon, and babbles and knows how to sign 'more', also once in a blue moon, and nothing else. He makes car noises while driving his car, waves, and gets ridiculously happy if I come back after a long absence. When he sees us eating he will stand at the edge and mooch, play fetch, and run around in circles, yes this is a human child and not a dog, we get confused too.

Basically I love the little rascal that for the past hour has refused to go to sleep or be left alone in the dark. Ah parenthood, thank god it happened to me.
Love,
Me
Ha, bad mother, bad!
Just herd baby hiccup so went in to dark room with water cup. First tried to make mom, who was holding baby, drink. Then made almost asleep baby cry by taking away pacifier. Poor kid, he has an inept mother. I make me laugh.

Oh one more thing and I promise I am done. We put Baby V to sleep and he start to complain, we decided to see if he would go to sleep on his own. My smart little baby then howled 'Papa' (dad in Russian). DH shot out of his office, knocked down Teacher of the Year, and barreled into nursery cooing, 'yes my precious you said baby, no go to sleep'. Priceless.

Morphine

2005-11-27T09:25:00.000-05:00

Let the tomato flinging begin!
So no weight loss at all, nothing, zip, zero. I think my weight loss plan had a fatal error, no exercise. I did not anticipate that with a bad back good old pilates, walking up a hill, situps, etc were out of the question. How was I to know that getting out of the 'mermaid' pose would require a team of chiropractors and a shot of morphine. What makes this worse is that the wicked expensive prescriptions do NOTHING! I might as well take free sugar pills.

The only good thing to come out of all this is that I now get to claim the middle of the bed. Because the mattress sports a slight elevation in the middle I get to claim that sleeping there makes me hurt less. The excuse has actually worked 2 night in a row, DH has been banished to the edge!

Also I have discovered how good it is to be right after and un-named somebody yells at you or being wrong. The right to an apology and a diamond is exhilarating.

Love,
Me

Sleeping

2005-11-25T12:54:00.000-05:00

On Thanksgiving morning 'Teacher of the Year' went home. DH, Baby V and I spent the day playing napping and enjoying our family. I was a bit worried about getting DH up in the middle of the night to calm Baby V he had obviously lost some practice while 'Teacher of the Year' was here. I woke up around 2 am to the sound of silence. I got worried at around 3 am and went to check the breathing. Counted 1000 sheep and was finally able to sleep. At 7 am the neighbor's dog barked up a storm. Baby V made not one beep and DH shot out of bed to check the breathing. Of course the checking woke up Baby V. He got a change and a bottle and then ... Went back to sleep for 2 hours. At 9 we woke up to the sound of Baby V working on a nice poop.
13 hours people. No waking up and winning, no screaming for bottle, just a sleepy sigh here and there. Even with all my sheep counting I was able to get enough sleep to be reasonably alert this morning. I even have a pot roast in the oven.
This night has led us to believe that 'Teacher of the Year' snores very loudly and Baby V was catching up on sleep after and exhausted week.
Figuring on only one nap I sent the boys off to walk near the ocean. Baby V was wrapped up so much you could barely make out the cute little face. Obviously they got home at 12:30 and Baby V was out. I put him in his crib in his snowsuit and opened up a window. He did not even move, just continued sleeping away. Woke up at 1pm and is now taking off my socks. His goal ... To chew my big toe.
Love,
Me
PS How was your day of giving thanks?

Love

2005-11-23T13:10:00.000-05:00

My day started out with a perfect little boy waving hello and laughing. Then the angel fell asleep. My mother exploded my favorite casserole dish and I got blamed for it. I don't know about you but when I see a ceramic oven casserole dish on the stove my first thought is that it is standing there and NOT cooking anything. It has NEVER ever occurred to me that someone would use it to cook on stovetop. This is why I did not run screaming to the stove to take it off, wrong, I should have. Of course if I did make my mom take it off she would never believe me and tell me I am wrong and always exaggerate. A good lesson has been learned today at the expense of a $50 ceramic casserole dish. Thank GOD baby V was asleep.

In other news;
DH shaved his head and Baby V refused to recognize him as daddy. Now he delights in rubbing the short hair and laughing. Very Cute. I will upload pictures as soon as I download them.

BTW Jen, in the comments, said something about a state plan for health insurance ... Care to elaborate?

We are moving soon, still no job, but still moving. The only reason we can't back out of the deal is because the bank will not refuse us, it will just recalculate our loan at a higher percentage. So we are shutting the hell up about the job loss and hoping they don't all to confirm and stick us with 7%. Reminds me, not only do I need to pack I need to e-mail Miss EL. See she has been consulting on my behalf and I should really thank her.

The thing that makes me laugh 10 times out of 10 is Baby V wrestling with his teddy bear. He really gets into it. With tackling, body slams, pinning, and tossing over head.

And on Nov 19th, one day after DH became officially unemployed, Baby V took his first 3 steps towards grandma. This is the thanks I get for lounging on the bed, he walks towards grandma. It might have been her shiny cross that attracted him but still.

Mr. MOM

2005-11-16T14:41:00.000-05:00

So I have been on my deathbed ... ummm ... bedrest from Monday on. On Monday and half of Tuesday I had my dad helping out. Before he got fired DH was supposed to be on vacation and therefore caring for me until Saturday when Teacher of the Year arrived. Obviously instead he has been running around like a chicken with its head cut off looking for another job. I was devastated because in my mind I saw myself wrecking any chance of the shot working by running after BabyV and picking him up. That almost happened. On Thursday DH ignored all my requests unless I screamed at him, even made me cry once, it looked hopeless. I found out why about 4 hours after my dad left. At 7pm DH turned to me and asked, 'Where is your dad?' he ignored me because he thought my father was still helping out and I was just being a demanding Diva. True that is no excuse but made me feel better. BTW my dad said goodbye to him but DH just ignored him, he was busy writing a resume for a headhunter.
The biggest test would be the 2am wakeup to give Baby V water and the 5am wakeup to feed him 6oz of formula was still ahead of us. The night time wakeups have always been the most painful for me before and after the shot because at night the muscles relaxed and when I shot out of bed and ran to my kid and picked him up I was ready to collapse from all the pain. So I went to sleep with plenty of dread.
At 2 am Baby V whimpered and then cried for some water. I shook DH (he sleeps like a log) and told him to go to Baby, he rolled over and snored a response. I hit him and shook him again, he tossed the covers and went in. I did not bother getting up.
At 5:45am hungry cried drifting into my subconscious. I was thankful that Baby V gave dad 3 hours of sleep instead of 2 so I shook DH. Nothing. Shook him again. Rolled over. Shook him, hit him, told him to go feed child. Finally he got up told me that I keep waking him up. Stumbled into Baby V's room, stumbled out, got the bottle, started fumbling with the diaper. I needed to dope myself up on more pills so I got up, did the diaper, and while he was feeding Baby V took my wagon of pills. When DH came to bed I started to say something, probably about Baby V being wet, DH cut me off with a, 'Leave me alone', and buried into the covers. I snuggled up to him and said, 'Now I get to pester you for Sex' and promptly passed out. Fairly sure there was no sex ;)
In the morning, after 6 hours of sleep total, DH had the pleasure of waking up and feeding breakfast to Baby V while I was still passed out from the pills. He then transferred my body to the bed in Baby V's room and started his job search again. So far he has been very good at feeding, putting to sleep, changing, snuggling Baby V. I am so relieved.
He has a few more restless nights before Teacher of the Year comes over. By then end I hope he will apretiate what I do everyday and maybe realizes that it is hard work and he has it easy.

I also saw my Dr. Back to discuss the massive amounts of pain and give me more drugs. We decided that the reason this recovery has been more painful then usual is drugs. After my first injection I was taking something 100% stronger that my body was not yet used to so the pain was less. This time I just started a small dose of a new drug and I wasn't sure if I could even take it after the shot and therefore got to experience everything with a clear head, clearly not advisable.

For some good news. We can't get out of buying my dream home! So even though we have no income we still get a nice new house but not the furniture. I am a bit worried about the income thing but I believe that I have a brilliant husband that will get us out of this.
Love,
Me

Worst Day Ever

2005-11-14T19:30:00.000-05:00

Well look at me, 3 posts in one lousy day. As of 8:00pm this has been the worst day ever for me and I am going to indulge in some bitter ranting because the sunny disposition in real life is a drag.
1)DH lost his job
2)Because of 1 we can no longer buy my wonderful 2005 3 bedroom house that I have already furnished in my head and had 4 kids in.
3) The steroid shot has so far been the worst out of the three I have gotten. Before I had only pain during transitions now I am in pain all the time. Right now 12inch needles are piercing through my body and it sucks! I can not unbend when I stand. And surprisingly enough I have HAD to stand to help dad because of DH frantically searching for work.
4)We still have to move out of here because our lease is up and they already have a contract with a new renter.
5) My pretty house, my perfect little house people! The guest bedroom in blue. Dh in the basement with all his toys.
6) I will likely have to have surgery and we have no cheap insurance very soon, so not only can I have to wait and 'suffer' but Baby V can not get sick.

Feeling very sorry for myself and miserable. Sorry to burden you with this but my family tends to leave me in the bedroom with the kid getting into electrical outlets while they chat in the kitchen.
I WANT MY MOMMY and you my internet.
SOB :)
Love,
Me

Yup

2005-11-14T14:38:00.000-05:00

Yup Fired.
Goodbye House, I loved you like my own.

SAD

2005-11-14T14:31:00.000-05:00

What do you call a company that:
1) Waits until first day of Vacation to fire you
2) Waits till you are 15 days from closing on a dream house to fire you
3) Is so evasive on the phone that you know they will fire you
???????
I call it DH's ex job. Or soon to be ex job. He is at the office right now for a 20 minute chat about something but at the same time nothing. I blame the manager that DH actually picked to be manager, talk about ungrateful s.o.b.

The worst part is that I can't even get up to be mad. Had my injection this morning and am in a lot of pain, so doing bedrest.

Write more after we know for sure

Changing Table

2005-11-12T14:09:00.000-05:00

Found on Changing Table this morning:
Spice Bottle of Curry Flakes
Dead cell phone
Screaming child
No diapers

You do realize that I think up of hundreds of clever posts in my head before falling asleep and then forget them by the time I get my hands on the keyboard, right?

So I am sleeping and dreaming of a woman screaming, screaming, screaming. I slowly wake up but the screaming continues. I lie there denying the screaming because my child does not scream, he whimpers and we're all right there. Finally my brain processes the noise and I shoot out of bed (regret it instantly as I double over from pain) and rush towards my poor horse baby. I stop by the kitchen to get the bottle of water because nothing calms child like knowing that he will not be getting formula at 2am. Not finding the bottle I figure DH took it in already. Take crying screaming baby and try to soothe while searching for the bottle, no such luck. The baby continues crying and the bottle remains hidden. The screaming continues. The search takes us all over the apartment, because DH could have left the bottle in the bathroom or something. The screaming continues. By this time I am a 100% sure that DH has put into his ears one of those thingies that blocks out sound because OH MY GOD THE SCREAMING!
So fully awake and needing to go to the bathroom I put Baby V in his crib (still screaming) and search for a pacifier to replace the one he threw across the room in his rage. And there, in the corner is the full bottle of water. Say it with me people, WHAT THE F%*#$! Quickly I scoop up child, plug him up with bottle, he shuts up, put him in crib, he falls asleep, I go to bathroom. Please explain to me the logic of putting a bottle in the crib when never before have we EVER put a bottle in the crib. Furthermore isn't this the sort of thing you wake up your wife and tell her?

Will post more after I am bedridden after third shot of steroids.
Love,
Me

Chair

2005-11-05T07:50:00.000-05:00

It happened AGAIN! The chair went 'woosh' but this time did not pin my baby under. Baby V landed on his butt and the chair made a big noise! Then of course everyone cried for 30 minutes. We need sturdier chairs or at least a babygate around each one.
Love,
ME

P.S. This is Baby V sitting in a pile of cherios. The Q. is; the floor, is it clean enough?

Sorry

2005-11-02T07:24:00.000-05:00

Sorry Everyone! I know the posts have been sparse lately but I have been busy and tired. I will now proceed to make it up to you with a long post containing as much stuff as I can fit into it.
First of all I would like to publicly thank Miss MS Canada for sending us the green outfit and the wool socks, I love it all now that fall is here. Baby V likes the pockets on the jacket because he can pull that stuff on his pockets. He is a bit more involved with the wonderful socks but he does not like to wear them, he likes to play with them as soon as he pulls them off. So Thank YOU for being so wonderful and getting us a great present. By the way she is also coming down for Christmas to stay with us and I am pleased as punch to have an extra pair of hands. She is truly great and we can’t wait to see her and to show her off to you people.
(Picture)
I also have to thank Jen from Not Calm (linked on right) for her comments in this blog; the last one did make me feel much better. I read it right after Baby V slammed his head into the door and then the floor without any help or intervention from me. So now he actually has bumps on his forehead and looks a bit like the monster of Frankenstein, guess we won’t need that pirate costume after all.
Also have to respond to SC’s comment about her husband, who btw rocks the kitchen and grill. You see he actually knows how to cook without setting the house on fire or ruining good pans. The last time my DH tried heating up soup we wound up throwing away the pan and airing out the kitchen for 2 days, I hate to think what would happen if he was in charge of dinner. I like to cook, and usually his fussiness results in nothing more then … well … fussiness. I don’t give him options and after the complaining he still usually eats, but it would be more satisfying if he shut up in the first place. Still I love to read comments so THANK YOU! J
Baby V has been on a little rampage lately, although I am not sure that would be the right word. Let me tell you of his accomplishments. He can now open the door to the bathroom and go in. I have seen him fidgeting with the knobs but I thought we were still a long way off before having to barricade doors, guess I was wrong. He can kick off his tray when in the highchair; this gives me mini nightmares as well as mini heart attacks. No more leaving him to eat while I smoke a joint and drink a bottle of whisky (j/k). He has also started to play house with me. This involves him sitting in his room with the door almost closed, I knock, he opens the doors, I say something, he closes the door, repeat as necessary. Rather fun but time consuming and I am running out of new things to say to the kid. The game ends with me usually announcing myself as the police and tackling him to the ground. Like I said, fun. Baby V has also been a bit more whiney then usual and we think this is because he is cutting his fourth tooth, you can make it out when he opens his mouth but it has yet to cut through a thing layer of gum. Poor kid!
As many of you know we have jus experienced HALLOWEEN! This would be the first one that Baby V saw and let me tell you, he saw nothing but his red pants! We did not get a single trick-or-treater! Not a single one passed the house; I know I was glued to the window! I am so mad! Mostly because I now have 2 bags of candy that I will feel obliged to dispose of. I sent most with my dad to Boston but I still have some left. This is what I need to analyze, I had the perfect opportunity to be candy free and yet I, like a rodent, hid some away behind my cheeks and in the cupboards, WHY?
This leads me to my next story. On Tuesday I did not eat Breakfast, Lunch, or Dinner, I ate CANDY! A whole day filled with chocolate, peanut butter, and caramel! So my evening was spent in the bathroom with a magazine. It was not pretty! On the upside I got my DH to spend a good hour with V and managed to leisurely read through ‘Better Home and Garden’. Every Cloud has a silver lining. When I came out I found my DH eating candy and my baby sitting on the floor surrounded by cheerios and happily snacking away his Dinner. Evil Candy! I will now go and have a few more pieces.
Oh and the landlord showed up telling me that he will now begin to ‘show’ our apartment. This is going to be tricky because I am NOT cleaning the living room and am certainly not wasting my time on the bathroom. He would be better off showing the place after it has been deserted.
And Now Enjoy the pictures
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/miragechaos21/album?.dir=eb81

The inconsistencies of man

2005-10-27T10:59:00.000-05:00

The inconsistencies of man

So here is my dilemma, what do I feed my DH? A month ago he like only rotisery style chicken, now he does not. Today he like chicken but only in soup, tomorrow (if we follow the example of the past 4 years) he won't. A week ago he was heavily into meat and no fish, yesterday he demanded no more meat but more fish. Things were too spicy on Monday but lacked taste on Wednesday, same amount of seasoning dude! I swear if I was a chef and Dh was eating in me restaurant he would be sending back every dish he tried, and I would be spitting into the plate by now.

I win!

2005-10-20T14:10:00.000-05:00

Recently there was a 'contest' type for worst mother on some of the blogs I read, well today I won it hands down. You see I was having lunch at our table and Baby V was holding on to the edge mocking. I, like any 'good mother', was giving him pieces of my organic baked potato. Now as I was doing this my foot was keeping the chair, that Baby V was hovering near, anchored. Well my foot was getting cold, it being October and all that, so I took it off the chair to slip into my warm slippers and boom! Baby V grabbed the chair, it tipped back, and both went flying at ungodly speed towards the floor. Needless to say, I did not manage to catch (any of this on video) the chair or the child. As I threw the chair off the screaming 10 month old visions of blood and brain raced through my head. I imagined Baby V living with red marks in the design of a chair back on his face, but no. There was no blood but the yelling led me to suspect that something worse happened. It was a small bump on the back of the poor babies head! Oh the humanity! This was the first time Baby V let me cuddle him in our bed with an icepack on his head for 5 minutes. The gut wrenching crying subsided into heart tearing whimpering and my baby stared at me with accusation in his grey/blue eyes. Then I frantically called Mrs SC, Miss EL (he loves her and I thought that hearing the sound of her voice would calm him) and my dad, only Mrs. SC answered. Baby V switched his whimpering to angry yelling when I failed to let him push all the buttons while I talked and he listened on speakerphone. Apparently an icepack is the only solution, and so we rocked and sang (maybe I should have refrained from singing, it might have made it worse) with a blue icepack wrapped in cloth. Now we are sleeping and for the first time in 2 or 3 months we have the movement sensor on to check up on the breathing thing.
I do not think I have to tell you that none of this get back to DH, he would ban me from motherhood and send me off to a 9-5 job. Oh please do not tell him, I will probably have to myself, considering there is really no other way to explain the bump. I will be praying today, pray with me people.
Love,
Me ( the worlds worst mother)

Back to Sq one

2005-10-18T07:56:00.000-05:00

I love DH! He helps out as best he can and complains once a month, maybe twice, that our house is a mess and does nothing to change that. However, sometime he does something so utterly clue less that I end up spending hours upon hours trying to make it Blog worthy.
We have a great system of getting baby V to sleep 'through' the night. At the 2am wakeup we give him water, and then anytime after 5:30 we give him a full bottle. To get Baby V to accept the water and not cry himself into a rage over it I spent a month slowly watering down the 6oz bottle of formula. So 3 days ago DH decides to give Baby V a real bottle at 2am, bringing us right to the beginning of a month ago. Baby V refuses that water and will scream for formula, as long as it takes. So we are back to watering it down, and let me tell you it is a pain. Still I forgive him, because any man that will wake up at 2am to do anything to quiet down a baby, is a man I love.
Baby V has also started to stand up on his own. He did it a while back, but he didn't actually realize that he was standing, now he does. It is very entertaining to see how happy he gets when he is able to stand. Of course as soon as he starts laughing and clapping he goes down, but he gets back up again fast.
Also his majesty requests a special spoon during meal-times, his own. He refuses to eat anything without an extra spoon occupying his hand. Uses it to wave around and smack momma when she hesitates with the food.
In other news:
We are closing on our new house on the 31st of November, one day after Baby V turns 1. I love the fact that it was built in 2005, no one but the spiders have occupied that territory.
I am the most excited about the basement where I will be able to keep my husband, not unlike that new lady on Desperate Housewives sans gun and teenage son, and bring him food and child. I am hoping teacher of the month will be back by then, and ready to roll up her sleeves.
I am still figuring a way to skip the whole packing, moving, repacking and go straight for the living. Teacher of the year suggested I invite some friends buy them pizza and make them work it off with w whip in my hand (whip my idea not hers). Still thinking on that, maybe I'll throw in booze and see how much of my crap makes it sofetly.
That is another scary prospect, seeing how much stuff I have and that I don't need any of it. And the decorating, people I am going to be living in an empty house because DH is sinking all money in downpayment, oh well.
Oh and everyone go read 'Not Calm' hilarious post about her little girl and a pair of scissors.

Oh the complaining

2005-10-13T20:16:00.000-05:00

Baby V hates me! I remember a few months ago he fell asleep with no rocking, put him down and he was out, not now! I just spent 47 minutes past his bedtime trying to put him down with no luck. He will go down for just long enough for me to relax and return to the kitchen before sending up another wail. I am even considering letting him cry it out. I mean he had plenty of motherly/fatherly love during the day, he is dry, very well fed, etc. It won't be like I will be long for very long from his side, the most I can stand is 5 minutes. This bouncing and rocking and screaming is wearing me out, and most importantly it is wearing my back out. Not to complain or anything but the back thing is getting worse, even after the shot, we're heading right back to where I started before the first steroid shot. There must be something they can do for me that does not involve surgery right?
On a brighter note DH swears up and down that he heard Baby V say 'Dai' (give in Russian) I still say it is babble that just happens to occur when he wants something, we will let Miss EL decide on Saturday. She is coming over you know, because I begged. I think I even referred to her as; my sunshine that does not sneeze oatmeal on me.
I also received the pirate costume for Kohls that Mrs SC recommended, in 24 months. It fits him, but I hope he does not grow anymore by Halloween. He looks amazingly cute and as soon as I can I will give you a nice picture.
I looked at a house today, we signed an offer, and now we wait on our hands for Monday. The house is smallish but we really can not afford anything else and it does have all our main requirements. My only concern is that my King Size Four Poster bed will not fit into the very small master bedroom. So small in fact that the bed would be the room save for 2 feet, I am not joking. The two other bedrooms are also small but they will be kids rooms so the less space the less mess, or so I tell myself. The kitchen is big, and so is the basement, and you should see the dream that is the garage. The thing I come back to is the kitchen. It joins the living room but I would say the size is good. The cabinets are fantastic, the sink is HUGE. I love it and I will cry for a long time if those sellers decide against us.
In other news:
DH drank all the Bailys that Angie gave me when she visited
We are not going to Russia to visit my farm for the last time before it is sold because DH is a cheapskate and afraid of flying
Teacher odd the Year (mom) is still in Russia and I miss her and all the sleep I get with her
I bought some bra's at Walt-Mart but unfortunately none of them were Hot Pink (sorry Shannon) going back to find a pink one tomorrow
Going to go crazy because of all the rain and no walking
Love,
Me

Misc.

2005-10-08T07:28:00.000-06:00

Well I have been feeling very sluggish of late. Had very little desire to be online so I spent more time with Baby V and went on AIM to chat with friends. Chatting now happens primarily online because I have to save up my minutes for emergencies; like in case I have another baby or another relative dies. You see the last time my cell phone bill went up was when I had a baby and we moved all in the space of one month. I got yelled at a lot that time, and I wasn’t getting enough sleep and had a little kid attached to me 24/7. This time I ran up my bill talking to Russia, maybe I knew something was coming, and of course the fight with DH was also enormous. I am dreading this coming bill because I know I will be thrown to the dogs and out of a will.
Anyway, I am feeling better now, no more crying at night and only sad whimpering when I talk to my dad and we mention gramps. His funeral was on what was supposed to be his birthday (76), and this makes me very sad but I am glad my mom got to say goodbye to her dad. I am thinking of how sad it is that he never got a chance to see the only boy in the family, but maybe he said goodbye after he died. I am convinced that Baby V slept well the night grandpa died because grandpa was right there with him, giving back the pacifier every time he lost it. See I only cry when I think about it.
It just is not fair that he died. He promised me he wouldn’t but he did. He was such a great man that it is just unfair for him to get cancer. Now the question is can I say that he died form cancer? He had a heart attack but it was because it could not cope from all the stress caused by the cancer (according to docs). Before the operations started his heart was healthy and proclaimed strong enough to get through, but it didn’t. He knew that he was dying too, he told my grandma goodbye. Okay enough of that, it is getting repetitive I have other news.
Baby V has a third tooth. The top one cut through a couple of days ago. So now he has teeth above and below and the grinding has began. Until I saw that pearly white tooth I could not figure out where the grinding sound was coming from. It was/is so bad it woke me up at night. He does it less now because it is no longer new but on occasion I will be startled by just how hideous the sound is coming from such an angel face.
And on the 6th Baby V stood unsupported for 5 or 6 seconds. He was trying to get a book on the bed and I gave him another one, he took it and stood looking at it. No wobbling or anything, I don’t think he realized that there was nothing supporting him. Now if he would just start walking. Everyone tells me that I should savor this crawling and cruising but honestly, no. He is in an awkward transitional phase where he sees himself walking but can’t and it leads to a lot of whining, so please let him walk soon. Mrs. SC’s little girl walked at 9.5 so we are already behind J although we are heavier then she is.
Some misguided lady at the supermarket tried to convince me that Baby V needed a diet, the NERVE! He is a perfect little 28 pounds. If he was any smaller I fear I would loose him in all the stuff piled in our house.
Oh and last Saturday I had a blast in NY with Miss EL and Mrs. AM. We originally wanted to walk in central park but I realized too late that my favorite shoes now give me blisters, Miss EL also had blisters, and Mrs. AM wore high heels. So we walked a tiny bit limping, then sat for a few hours talking on a bench. I cried only once when I saw a very young baby and realized how fast they grow up. This little outburst prompted Mrs. SC to send me a quiz about postpartum depression. Honestly though I am glad she cares, oh and so does Miss EL but she thinks I ought to spend some time on me and not the boys and any trace of depression will go away. Good idea, come over and baby-sit Miss and I’ll go and get my nails done and acupuncture.
DH is actively looking for a house. He already made one offer but it was basically shot down. Too bad, I was sort of picturing myself in that house, you know with the dishwasher and new stove. As a matter of fact I am still picturing but I have to stop that right now. I need to stop because my picturing tends to lead to my buying, like if I picture a new bra in hot pink (to complete my laundry outfit) I have to go and buy it. So we are stuck with neighbors for a while yet, even if they are nice neighbors who make great cookies. We do suspect that the lady downstairs is stealing our mail, but that is another story that has no concrete proof.
Love,
ME

Dead

2005-10-03T07:46:00.000-06:00

I sent out an e-mail telling the people I knew that my grandfather died. I apologized if I do not perform to expectations for the next couple of days. I should have been apologizing to you. I can almost feel the negative posts writing themselves. I loved him dearly and am sad that he never got to see his one and only great grandchild. The thing is, Baby V has no idea so I have to pretend it never happened for right now, but just wait till naptime.

neighbors, mostly

2005-09-30T10:50:00.000-06:00

We have new neighbors! A lady with her dog! She is very nice, keeps asking us if she is too loud and wants to be a good neighbor. I don’t tell her that the only way not to be loud in this stinking place is to cease existing. We hear her walking, and she is tiny so we really should not hear her. I am thankful that the dog is smaller and that she has no little hellions to run around and awake my precious.
She has a daughter and son in law that are close to our age, so maybe a new friendship … but unlikely. I did bake them muffins on moving day so that should give me some … brownie points. I am pretty sure they think that I am either a drug addict or am being abused. Remember the evil nurse who couldn’t find mud a vein? Well because of her I now have a huge bruise on my arm, that sort of looks like fingerprints. If she noticed the needle wholes then I am a drug addict, if not then my husband is a brute. Or maybe it is all in my head.
Update: The lady is a nurse, moved from the cold state of Michigan, and is an absolute doll. Unmarried I assume. I had her over for tea and brownies and Baby V loved her. She also baked us cookies, delicious, and the tiny bit I gave Baby V will keep him awake right up till dinnertime. The joys of sugar!
I am a little bit stuck on a Halloween costume for Baby V. Should I even get one? Do babies go trick a treating? I don’t think so. Plus we can’t decide what we want him to be. I would love a little dragon but DH is very much opposed. We can both agree on a pirate but there are no pirate costumes for 24 month olds (he is 10 but fits in 24 depending the fit).
Oh we also have a second tooth in sight and a third one will soon make an appearance judging by the head banging.
Baby V is obsessed with his weight. If given a choice he would rather weigh himself on the scale then play with his toys, or if the scale is not available he does weight training with DH’s dumbbells (I’ll post pictures as soon as DH returns the camera).
OT:
I am going to NY on Saturday to hang out and do the cheap dinner thing with Miss EL and maybe MR. And MRS. AM. Cannot wait for Saturday to get here! Sort of hate the weather, I wont be able to show off my new ‘true nature’ shirt because of all the warm layers.
And this is def. OT but here goes, my grandfather just had the 5th surgery this year, he has cancer. He has had 2 heart attacks from all the surgeries. They are waiting for his heart and body to heal a little before they start chemo. I am sad and scared that he won’t see Baby V this summer. He sounded sort of happy on the phone today when I called but talked to me less then a minute before handing the phone to grandma. Guess I just need to put that out there for my sake.
Don’t know what other trivial stuff I want to write about, but if I think of anything you will be the first to know.
Love,
Me

Moving Target

2005-09-23T12:46:00.000-06:00

So I went to get my blood drawn for the thyroid test. I get there and take a number. I already don’t like the setup; somehow having my name called makes it so much more personal. Anyway, after a 30-minute wait they usher me in to a room. Sit me in one of those adult high chairs for taking blood. You know the kind, high with tray on both sides and a panel that keeps you from jumping out while they stab you. Hint; when a nurse spends 10 minutes trying to find a vein, it is not a good sign of things to come. So the Stupid Nurse pokes me twice in my right arm. Every time she does it she starts moving the needle around, underneath my skin, trying to hit a, ‘moving target’. This hurts like hell. After what hurts for an eternity she gives up, please keep in mind she got like no blood from all this. She goes to the Dr. and complains about my small veins. She COMPLAINS! Like I can do anything about them! The Dr. comes in takes my other arm sticks a needle in draws a shipload of blood, all without saying a word, then says goodbye. Next time I am asking for the Dr. to take care of my tiny veins, no more moving target for me. So my right arm is becoming one big bruise, while my left hardly hurts.
When I got home I listened for a minute at the bedroom window, just in case there was a lot of screaming going on. My plan was simple; if I hear screaming I am driving away and having breakfast somewhere quiet. But no screaming was going on it was eerily quiet. I rushed inside and saw my handsome son standing up on a very tired daddy and trying to choke him with DH’s gold chain. Very funny! I think it was the happiest I have seen both of them in about a week. We all had a nice breakfast and then a walk by the beach. Now Baby V is sleeping (for like 5 more minutes) ad then we start with lunch. Hopefully DH gets back from his motorcycle ride (he call is exercise to keep his cholesterol down) in time to take Baby V on his evening walk and I can clean floors.

Speaking of evening walks, we have a boat show at out beach for the weekend. The parking is crazy and I think I wanted to kill a couple of the people directing traffic. They all tried to get me to park in various open spots when I tried to leave, it would have been funny if they didn’t feel inclined to jump in front of the car while waving. How do I explain to people that I do not want to see boats I just want to go home!

Now on to our neighbors: We think new people are moving in upstairs because that little lock box, the one the realtor take the key out of when showing apt.) Is gone. Either the place is rented, or the same guy/girl who took DH’s motorcycle cover and chain stole the box. The little theft alone will cost us another $200, and remember I am still on probation. DH thinks the thief was our neighbor downstairs she always want everything looking pretty and that cover was dirty and nasty. Why he would take the chain I don’t know, it looked entirely respectable, maybe to teach us a lesson. The reason we think it is she, she ‘noticed’ it missing and knew about the can hidden under it. Besides what thief would take an old torn $20 cover?
Love,
Me

Sunday

2005-09-22T12:47:00.000-06:00

Random thing:
So Baby V is screaming, I am waking up and trying to ignore because I know that husband is still awake watching TV. Baby V continues to scream, I get mad! I fling off the covers and discover, husband sleeping. I still can’t believe he didn’t wake me up when he finally went to bed, good deep sleep.
Sunday:
So Angie came down on Sunday with her family. She brought apple brownies, I made a cake, and we ordered pizza. The boys played. Everyone drank and had a good time. Angie even brought me my beloved Baileys. Baby L is so cute and he smiled so bright when he saw Baby V. Baby V was happy too. He screamed for maybe like 20 minutes during the entire visit. The two babies even cuddled together, Hans got the good pictures. Baby L, I hear, rewarded his parents with a massive poop when they got home, a sign of things to come. After they left we had a good day, with walks, and smiles, and happiness. I finished off the pizza and apple brownies (what’s that you say, diet? What diet?). This is the part of the story that I might get slightly wrong but from what I understand during the night and most of next day all four of us got very close and personal with our bathrooms. DH and I were lucky because I spent a lot of time cleaning our bathroom before the visit. I don’t think anyone but DH threw up, but you get the idea. So we all had three things in common, pizza, cake and brownies. Now I am pretty sure I might have been sick from the brownies and not because there was something wrong with them but because I ate the entire container. Everyone else, I am somewhat sad to say, got sick from my cake. How cruel for something that looked good to be so bad. So if you visit take care not to consume cake. At least cake shaped into the form of half a mutant pumpkin.
Love,
Me

I NEED a phone call! Give it to me! I know you have one!

2005-09-22T08:26:00.000-06:00

Oh the horror of being a stay at home mom with no income to contribute to the growing needs of family. I am now on credit card and cell phone probation. You see I maxed out my credit card, and went over the limit so we have a fine. That was on scolding session you should be glad you missed. Then the phone bill came in and it is $200. This is when my usual talking to costs about $60. So the scolding turned to plain out yelling. So I am going through serious shopping withdrawal and talking withdrawal. It leaves me quivering on the floor sucking a pacifier, SERIOUSLY! Good thing there is no such thing as Internet probation, unless of course the child gets hurt while I type up my blog, then bye-bye computer, hello dishes.

So the teacher of the year is back and I NEED to talk t her but can’t. The thing is, though, every time I do get her on the line I am in a rush to hang up. Maybe it is the nagging, but I don’t know. You see she has plenty to nag me about because Aunt Flow has been visiting again, 5 weeks now, and I am ON the pill. So she is thinking up stories about how I will never have more children (knock on wood) and die. Never fear, though, I am going to get my thyroid tested tomorrow at 8am. If that comes back normal I am begging for an u/s because I want Auntie to go away, she is a major pain of a relative.

Now on to good news! We are christening Baby V in November in Boston. Mrs. AM and Mr. RM will act as godparents. Miss EL will be honorary godparent and favorite Aunt. Everyone will get his or her picture taken for V’s photo album, so that he can look through it and remember everyone. Visits would also help because as I have mentioned I am in withdrawal and need support, the same goes for comments and e-mail, lots of glorious e-mail.

The funniest thing Baby V does is with the pacifiers. If he ‘finds’ two of them he will be stuck for hours. You see he can never decide which of the two he want to suck on, even if they are the same, so he keeps switching them. It is hilarious how serious he is. This switching is like an important project that requires all his concentration. Funny!

The somewhat bad news is that Baby V woke up last night with the sniffles. His nose was running and so he could not sleep with the pacifier because, well he needed to breathe. So for a while he kept waking up. The silver lining to this story is that finally I smarted up and rocked him to sleep without the pacifier. I think that was the best sleep he had in 3 weeks. He did wake up for a 2 am bottle and then again for a 4am one. At 6:40 he started fussing and because he was breathing okay I gave him a bottle and he slept till 8:30. I think today we might try the sleeping with no pacifier again. I like it.
Love,
Me

Cleaning up + Baby V 9 months stats

2005-09-16T05:38:00.000-06:00

I have critics coming down on Sunday, oh fine they are not critics but actually very dear friends (from popping paradise) but I will be cleaning this pigsty like they were the toughest house critics. I also like to pretend, when I have to clean, that a photographer is coming to take a picture of our bathroom, it helps me accept the need to clean and not throw it on the back burner.
Speaking of my bathroom, please enter with eyes closed and nose shut; I might need to hire a professional to tackle it. Seriously, something exploded in there and it isn’t pretty. When I pay my mom to clean it she actually gets down on all fours and scrubs for hours, no wonder she is starting to refuse to come visit maybe I should pay her more. I can get down on all fours but I might not be able to move after I do so, experience with Baby V confirms this, so how do I clean. Is there a special drop cloth I can use to temporarily cover the room?
Actually despite the cleaning, you know I will think of some way out of it, I am looking forward to the visit. We get to see Baby L again, and we love his cute little but to little pieces, and most importantly we get to see Angie. Granted this time we aren’t going to shop our husbands into the black hole of debt but we should still have fun. Oh and even my DH gets a treat, Angie’s DH is coming down as well. Oh what a merry group we’ll be. We can’t decide what to do, DH is working but he can usually pry himself away when he wants to (he does go to the bathroom of no return so I know he can). First we wanted to go to the beach, but it would cost $20, and then … well actually we ran out of ideas after the Beach. We might have to be happy just sitting around, or going for a walk, and watching the kids interact.
I am baking a cake in the shape of a pumpkin; the guests will be my guinea pigs, and maybe brownies for backup. Unlike Angie, who does her baking from scratch and makes homemade food for Baby L, I will be using all boxed ingredients. I actually do know how to make things from scratch but I find it takes time away from more important stuff, like playing Nightlife the new expansion pack for The Sims 2. I am a looser, but I think they love me anyway. I might show off and buy some organic chicken and totally make Baby V fresh soup, but don’t count on it.
Along with all the frantic cleaning I will be doing frantic laundry as well. So Shannon I will be rocking the hot pink ensemble for the next two days, send you laughter this way please. So yes laundry, no only is the bed getting clean sheets but the high chair is being hosed down as well. I hate to do it, but I love Angie and her family enough. It might not be perfect, I might not get to a lot of the things I want to do, but I will try.
Now for Baby V 9 ½ month stats;
He had perfect ears at this check up, and hated being put down on their horrid little tables; he knows what happens to babies on them. Anyway, he is 27.8lbs and 30 ¼ inches. He is perfectly normal and healthy as a horse. He is above average so the Dr. said to bolt down everything and be careful with things like baby gates, because he just might knock it over. Baby V cruises his room now with surprising ease, he is not standing unsupported yet but we have fun trying. When I first started to stand him up and take away all support he tried to balance but then he discovered that falling on mom face first is a lot more fun. So no more balancing, now we just fall and giggle our heads off. Baby V also claps, and boxes (with help), and bites (with tooth). He is the cutest thing I ever did see, right up there with Baby L.
The Teacher of the Year is away in London right about now. By the time I see her it will be 3 weeks that she has not helped us out. That actually translates to 3 weeks of poor nights sleep for me, but 3 weeks of total rest for her. She claims that she will miss Baby V and I sort of believe her. If she really loved me she would have never wanted to go on her first romantic trip with my dad in 14 years. The last one they took was to America and I was with them.
Oh how much I want to sleep like Baby V, in the dark and silent room. DH has been doing less of his helping and more of the yelling. I think it has to do something with his boss being in town and him actually needing to work and not run around with Baby V. Of course as soon as he stops helping he stops eating, but that is his choice to make.
Almost forgot to ask, anyone know of any tasty organic pasta? So far I don’t like what I am eating, but maybe someone knows of delicious pasta that has no harmful additives.
Have to go clean now, see you next week.
Love,
Me

the post about Birthdays

2005-09-11T12:14:00.000-06:00

Okay Girls you should be proud of me! I went to store and got myself some jeans and a shirt. Look totally hot, with gut sucked in, and spent less then $50. Husband saw me rocking the Non-maternal ware and said, ‘Wow nice!’ If you hear anything rocking stay the fuck away. By the way the pants are such ‘heel’ pants that I might have to invest in some rocking ‘sex’ boots, Miss EL any ideas? I have a question. When people look at apartment in buildings with other apartment why do they have the urge to park behind a parked car when there is perfectly good empty space NEXT to that car? Why must I ask no less then 3 times, today alone, for people to move their car? Finally, why do complete strangers feel it is okay to knock on my door and ask me the information about the apartment being rented? I do not know anything! I don’t even know how much I pay. Besides, there is a perfectly good phone number on the sign outside, USE it! When Baby V is awake I have no problems in not opening the door at all, but when he is sleeping the last thing I need is someone banging on my door (seriously the 4 ppl to do this have kept on knocking even if there are no cars outside).
DH has been doing the ‘nice’ thing lately. If he is not working or sleeping he will pretty much do everything with Baby V that I ask of him. I even have the laundry back from the land of the lost. I have continued to feed him 3 times a day and have been including desert. Shush, I do not need him to loose weight faster then me; it is all in my master plan.
I feel really badly for being a scatterbrain. DH just reminded me that we got a fabulous card from Miss MS for our anniversary; the thing is I don’t think I even sent a thank you. And Miss MS puts me to shame ever few months or so, she remembers EVERYTHING about us and lives up in Canada. I love her to death but I have missed her Birthday on too many occasions to count, I might have to do a big make up gift (any ideas), and if you ask me the anniversary of her and M getting together … well I have no idea. I try writing these things into my calendar, but I don’t even know what day it is much less a date. My hotmail account keeps yelling about birthdays, but I just sail on by them without even looking. This year alone I have missed 5 birthdays. I think I might need to tattoo all the important dates on my ever-growing ass, at least then DH would remember them all ;).
Ok gtg, DH is walking child and I need to frantically wash the floors before they come back and ask me WTF have I been doing.
Love,
Me

They are coming!

2005-09-08T21:14:00.000-06:00

Baby V has been doing an interesting thing lately. He will crawl around and then drop down and grind him cute little face into the floor, pushing and pressing HARD! Every time he does it I wonder if the next time he comes up he will have excavated a tunnel. I expect to seep bits of wood flooring between his gums any day now.
Today of course the reason for some of the winning and the excavating, and biting is obvious. We have the top of a bottom tooth out. The razor sharpness is surprising. I can definitely wait to have a full mouth of razor sharp fangs dig into my sensitive skin. I guess I am lucky that they waited this long to start coming out, although I do expect all of them to show up tomorrow around 2pm before the last nap.
This post also reminds me to chain down Baby V long enough to clip those talons of his.He is still climbing and cruising but has made no attempt to stand on his own, THANK GOD FOR SMALL FAVORS. I do not want to think of the mischief he will be able to get into once walking is achieved. One day soon I am going to have to sit down, turn off ‘The Sims 2’ and write down the dates of all his accomplishments. I even know how I will find out when he reached all the milestones; they are in the mass e-mails I sent everyone. All I have to do is comb through about 800 e-mails of ‘yeah that’s cool, 8 sounds fine” to reach the 5 that I need. All my fault for not writing it down as it happened. Got to go and sleep, already counting less the 5 hours until Baby V wakes up and this is not good.
Love,
Me

OT E-mail
Me: Mrs. AM hates me! She does not call or write.
Miss EL: AM’s been in Europe the last two weeks, silly.
Me: No excuse! She should have been writing and sending post cards every day if she loved me! I am THAT important! And btw you missed 2 post cards last month, See to it that you make up your failure to properly worship me with RED SOX outfits for the mighty BABY V.
Miss EL: Oh wonderful ruler I will immediately send out 10 postcards and 5 cute socks for you and the glorious child that is Baby V!
Me: See to it that you do.

Draw your weapons

2005-09-08T21:02:00.000-06:00

So despite the streak of wonderful that my DH has been having I still have a few complains. Two actually. They can easily be titled, laundry and garbage.
The dry laundry has been sitting in the basement in the dryer for a week now, no exaggerating. A week of periodic nagging, actually I even FORGOT about it and was just extremely confused as to why Baby V had 10 less onsies then before. How did I forget? Refer to my promise not to nag and my mom’s decision to dry everything on a rack this weekend. So today my nagging about laundry resumes with a vengeance and you might hear the fight around noon. Dive for cover! Some of you will think, ‘get your fat ass down the stairs and get the damn laundry yourself, stop making the man do it!’ … Um NO. I am prohibited from lifting laundry even a little bit, and am actually breaking like 3 Dr order by even washing the clothes in the first place. I technically should not be lifting Baby V either, but he cries, laundry does not.

The garbage is an incredibly painful part of my life. The truck with the nice people who wave at Baby V and sometimes dance for his amusement comes only once a week. In a single week I fill about 4 garbage bags full of stinky disgusting trash that in no way should come near Baby V. One garbage can, by some rules of physics, cannot hold 4 bags of trash and so the 3 displaced bags must be stored somewhere for a minimum of 3 days. The ‘where’ has been debated rather heatedly over the last 4 or 5 months (before crawling this was not an issue). There is a school near us with a huge container for garbage and I ask DH to drop off the bags during the night when his shift either ends or begins at 2am. He usually forgets. I then resort to my favorite place right beside the door, so everywhere DH goes in or out he is reminded of the garbage. Plus Baby V is not allowed near the door so the chance of him rummaging through broken glass and used syringes is small. This gets DH very mad and he repeatedly slams door against the bags to make some sort of point and demands that I move them. I ask him where he would like them to be and he suggests our bedroom. One day I will listen to him and stack the rotting garbage by his side of the bed with the air conditioner turned up (I sleep close to the AC).
I will never understand this lack of action on his part. His only jobs around the house are the dryer filling and emptying, and the garbage! Is it so hard to remember garbage days and laundry baskets. I don’t ask him to wash dishes after himself, or wash the floors after he is done walking them in dirty sneakers with Baby V trailing. I only ask him to do the things I CAN NOT. I know I do a lot of the things on my list of Don’ts but most of them are necessary, and would be done badly by DH, but dryer and garbage are so simple Baby V could do them if he possessed the upper body strength and height.
Love,
Me

Thirsty turtle is SO back

2005-09-05T13:46:00.000-06:00

So I just posted an insane amount in one day. Mostly because I have a lot to say on this Monday, and I need to post when I have too many thoughts, otherwise it could get ugly.
Let me start out by telling you about the lunch with Mrs. SC and Mr. JC. It was fantabulous. SC and I had a lobster roll (oh yes I am a famous copy cat when it comes to food) and it was delicious with plenty of lobster. We had a good talk and a good time. I made fun of DH when he asked JC what his name was. I am still making fun of him. DH is mad because he was asking if JC’s name was short for anything, never implying that he forgot what his name was. So do I even have the right to make fun … yes I do, it is in the vows.
Then of course Sunday was the wedding. We arrived on time and had a chance to take in all the wonderful scenery. The wedding was at a winery overlooking the Hudson River. The bride looked fantastic, very elegant, and extremely happy. The groom was just beaming from start to finish. The food was good, the open bar was great (mmmm Baileys) and the dancing was awesome. I even got DH to join in for a couple of dances; of course I was out on the dance floor as soon as they let us out. I was planning on saying a lot more but I am dealing with a slight hangover and a jammed space key so words don’t come easy.
Just a thought, anyone planning on visiting soon, can bring Baileys if they want, the delicious goodness is irresistible. I can’t get any myself because to go to a liquor store would require me to bring Baby V and I have not sunk that low, yet. So Miss EL you are overdue for a visit, bring laundry and Baileys and I will provide the washing machine, food, and glasses with ice.
Love,
ME

The post with the most random facts

2005-09-05T11:12:00.000-06:00

Take THAT Teacher of the Year! Baby V is clapping with wild abandon now, with only like a day of coaching. He will sit in his high chair and clap away; making feeding a tricky and messy endeavor. He has also waved goodbye/hello/leave me alone, to Dad and Mom like three times. So on the day he turned 9months he waved, and on the day school starts in Russia he clapped, I am SO rubbing it in when he actually goes to school.

Did I ever tell you that I got through the worst of my back labor by singing Russian Three Musketeer songs? What do you mean only 10 times in the last 9 months? You must not visit me often enough, visit more. And how dare you say that your parents are sick of hearing about it and I should forget their number and house address! I’ll just march myself right down there and sing off key RIGHT NOW! Anyway these are the very songs Baby V now listens to while swallowing small sharp objects. These were the first songs he ever heard before he reluctantly go out of me. And he seems to like them, it also may be his excitement at all the attention he gets while they are playing, or it can also be my off key singing.

We also must address the crawling issue. Baby V now lifts his tummy off the floor more often, there goes my no work dust mop, and goes around in circles. I will be sitting in the middle of his room and Baby V will crawl relentlessly around me. He will do this nonstop for at least 10 or 15 minutes until I break down and laugh. Once he has me laughing Baby V will usually try to climb me and eat my face. Ah progress! Make is stop. I do love it though.

And what about the head banging? I have seen it before from Miss EC but I didn’t get it then and I don’t get it now but all kids do it. What they do, those childless will want to know, is sit with their back to the wall and bang their heads against the wall, repeatedly without crying. If parental figure does not intervene I think it could go on forever escalating in magnitude. I think it might be the sound a skull against wall makes that amuses them so. One of the more disturbing facets of life with children. Right after poop painting and food throwing.
Speaking of poop did you know that it is necessary to wash off a BM diaper in the toilet before disposing of it? What do you mean you did? You actually read the damn label on the diaper package? So smart!

My laptop keeps crashing as I try to upload 136 pictures to yahoo. After it restarts Yahoo insists I download their drag and drop thingy, that I have downloaded like a thousand times now. So I have to quit out of my account and go to the administrators account an download and install. Then come back and start downloading. Then the computer crashes and I am back to step one. Maybe I should just upload one by one, better pictures that way too. Okay bye now going to go and do the 130 pictures by hand, unless anyone has a better idea. Here is a link to the pictures.
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/miragechaos21/album?.dir=e32d&.src=ph&store=&prodid=&.done=http%3a//photos.yahoo.com/ph//my_photos
I think this post might be a tad long, just a tad.
Love,
Me

Choose your poison

2005-09-02T08:32:00.000-06:00

Okay, going to wedding this Sunday. The fabulous Mrs. JN … wait it is now fabulous Mrs. JB is getting married to Mr. AB, and might I say that I was there when they first met in a very non-romantic atmosphere (college, class of the Worst Teacher of HRM in the World who gave us A’s). My problem is what to wear! As you know I am not anywhere near the shape I want to be in, no shape at all as a matter of fact, so buying something is out of the question, also no malls or acceptable clothing stores in our vicinity. So I have 3 interesting choices. Please cast your vote.

A
B
C
The last is a linen skirt with a linen tank and a jacket. The jacket and tank have embroidery type of design on the edge. All in somber brown colors, the top being beige and the bottom, I can’t tell. (C)

First there is the outfit Miss El and Mrs. AM got me at old navy. The top has a butterfly at the front and the skirt is a bit pleated and all very pretty. Makes me look like I have a shape but was also purchased as a going out outfit, not wedding. (A)

Then in the middle is my maternity party outfit. This is what I wore at Mrs. AM wedding. The top showcases my great rack and the bottom is just a plain long black skirt. (B)

So please vote. Vote NOW.

Oh and my mother is bringing down a shirt that is all bows and girly purples, I’ll post pic when I have it.
Love you to pieces,
Me

Jinx!

2005-09-01T11:37:00.000-06:00

I know this will Jinx it but I have to tell you! My DH has been a star this week. The man played with Baby V, changed his fair share of dirty dippers, fed the kid, and put him down for a nap or 8, and he did the nighttime routine like 3 times! I have never had it so good. In exchange he has been getting; no complaining from me, and 3 full service meals a day, sometimes night. To top off the week Baby V woke up at 7:45am and sat for 15 minute happily chirping along. Of course he is now banging on the crib bars with his pacifier, much like a prisoner with a tin cup against his prison cell bars, and blowing raspberries into the air. BRB got to do some naptime intervention. Okay, he is down, I hope. I have a feeling that this lovely day will bring the end to my helpful honey and sweet tempered Baby V. Good things just do not last.
In other news:
The ‘Teacher of the Year’ is coming down for the long weekend tomorrow. Yes, my mother. She is bringing down SC’s mom, so on Saturday the husbands and the wives (me and SC DUH) are going out to lunch sans kids. I am beyond excited. Of course on Sunday is MRS JN wedding. I STILL have no clue what to wear. I will post pics up tomorrow and let you decide for me.
My mother was telling me how the kids in her daycare center all know how to wave goodbye, and clap. Baby V is just starting to sort of wave, because we have just started to teach him. She is all worried that he is behind developmentally and is making me a bit mad, even if she is teacher of the year. But I was thinking that of course those kids know how to wave, they say goodbye to their parents ever day and then goodbye to their teachers every night, all that waving has got to settle in the brain pretty quickly. Baby V has basically never had to say goodbye on a daily basis, daddy is always home and so is mommy why say goodbye? As for the clapping, that would be might fault. I never bother to teach him, I just started and he is making progress, because I am not the biggest fan of manic clapping while DH is sleeping, unless I am mad.
So to recap; good DH, good Baby V, time away from Baby V, screw the waving and clapping. Although I have to say when I see Mrs. SC’s baby do the wave and the clap my heart melts away!
P.S.
Thanks Miss EL for that wonderful comment about the lost $5. And I am beyond thrilled for you and the past weekend! If you move to, you know where, I will so definitely visit you and leave Baby V and go off to explore that rocking nightlife, you know who, was talking about. ;)
P.P.S.
Wednesday was our 4-year wedding anniversary and DH even said he wanted to celebrate, but we decided Saturday would be our celebration. He also went to INS for an interview to make his green card 100% valid, but apparently they needed me there also. The thing is they never told DH that. Not in any single piece of paper was I (spouse) mentioned! I hate them. This should have been done 2 years ago, in another year he might as well file for citizenship! Bastards! Of course when he came home he snuggled with Baby V and said that he was the happiest man on earth and that Baby V was perfect. I love this man.
Love,
Me

Something happened in the Land of Oz on Sunday.

2005-08-29T09:19:00.000-06:00

I decided to expand my walking repertoire and walk downtown that fateful morning. Of course the streets were deserted, it was after all Sunday 8am and all normal people without children were sleeping. When I neared our post office a giant lady in red raced across the street towards me. She first asked if I needed a baby sitter, then obviously begged for money. If I did not have Baby V with me I would have told her to shove it, but as she pointed out I had a little helpless baby (so cute and all) so I couldn’t exactly run away. She was asking for $10.00, saying how she needed new shoes (the old ones looked fine) and she hadn’t eaten in 2 days (if I told my dad that and I looked like her he would have told me I could easily got 4 without any loss) and she had already tried to commit suicide. The last statement was what got my blood boiling. Who the hell does that bitch think she is to lie like that, her umm suicide was scratch on her wrists. If she was going to lie why not make it sound believable. Sorry but she had obviously eaten that morning, she smelled of food, had good shoes, and never attempted suicide. Why does she feel the need to lie while getting in my face and demanding money, why not just say, ‘give me money, you have nowhere to run!” Oh I know she couldn’t do that, but hey maybe make something up about diabetes or something, at least then I wouldn’t want to point out that when committing suicide you slice down not across and much deeper, hasn’t she watched any movies? Needless to say I am $5 poorer this Monday. Thank God I did not bring any bigger bills! When she got the five she actually asked for five more, the nerve! Mostly I am mad at myself, but then what could I do? Any ideas? Or should I just avoid downtown when there is no one around?

Weight Loss 101

2005-08-25T09:17:00.000-06:00

Internet if I do not reach 200lbs by my birthday (Dec 8th) you have my permission to throw rotten tomatoes at me. I will not divulge how much I am right now, but I have more then 15lbs to go and less then 20. I think I am giving myself plenty of time, and if I don’t turn into a thirsty turtle again (gained at least 3lbs from that adventure) and don’t stuff myself with take out every week I might make it. So let the countdown begin. Oh and this is the time to offer reasonable weight loss suggestions.
The thing is I need to loose like 70 lbs before I get pregnant again. And I REALLY want to get pregnant again. I would give anything to be PG like right now, but I can’t. Angie has mentioned that if I get that thin I might never want to get fat again, but I think I would. The day I hit 160lbs I am going off birth control and jumping DH EVERY night. Oh yeah that is the other news, I went to the GYN/OB and they prescribed (surprise, surprise) Birth Control pills to control my month long periods. I am not anemic just in need of some hormone therapy. Mom should be pleased.
Now that we are talking moms this is what mine threw out there the other day, “You just don’t want to loose weight that is why you are not!” Right, I walk an hour every day and try to eat less because I hate desert and love small portions, sounds like me, Right!
Well let me add into this random post a link to this: http://www.jamespiatt.com/sundaebest.html Perhaps a NY city type of girl might really need this. J
And if you ever and I mean ever want to get me something off the internet in the next couple of months, please think of this; http://www.ipodmybaby.com/ but keep in mind I will love you regardless of presents, because you add so much to my life already. No sarcasm intended.
I hope everyone enjoys this random post, can’t wait to see the response.
Love,
ME

Morning Route

2005-08-22T14:14:00.000-06:00

Baby V and I take walks every morning and most evenings, so before and after the day heats up. On our morning route there are two notable houses. One is a spectacular green house that even has a name (but I can’t read it or remember it) and an old Greek couple owns the other.
Now the green house is simply indescribable, it looks like it owned by a single family and long ago sat alone on like 5 acres of land, not surrounded by cheap houses with half numbers (48 ½ A). I dream about that house and living in it, but the property taxes would probably bankrupt us even before the mortgage would.
The Greek house is unique in SO many ways. First of all upstairs in place of a window, or a door, there is a painting of the Greek countryside and of course a Greek walking. On the front lawn is a badly sculptured statue of liberty and near the entrance there are two sculptures of apostles (I think). All of these works of art were created by the Greek man, who speaks to me (sometimes to my mom) in broken English. So far I know that he speaks a little Greek, a little Russian, a little Italian, a little English, but I have yet to find out what language he speaks a lot of. He has told me that I should work because if I don’t I’ll be lazy and fat. He even suggested working at a bank, or an office building as a typist or receptionist. He also told me why he put up a for rent sign on his front yard in Spanish. Apparently he believes all Spanish people lack green cards and can be cowered into submission by a threat of police. Nice man.
Oh and I should mention the chained Elephant in the lawn of another house, simply classic.
Love,
Me

Let me recap the week, it will be a long post.

2005-08-21T15:02:00.000-06:00

On Wednesday I was getting the second steroid epidural shot. This was the day that out Internet provider decided that WE should be disconnected instead of our moved out neighbors. Then they spent over 3 hours convincing my DH that no one physically disconnected us, so the problem is on our end. It took DH less then 30 min. to go outside and connected to our neighbors Internet and another 2hrs setting up an appointment for re-connection. This was done after my epidural shot while I was on bed rest and my dad was trying to handle Baby V and all the newness of our new routine.

Here I have to stop and say how fantastic Mrs. SC is and how wonderful her daughter Miss E is. They drove me to the hospital and waited for me and drove me back. They even said they would do this again if necessary. Oh and I am never going without Miss E because with a toddler everyone gets you in to the Dr. quicker because of the looming threat of a tantrum if they wait longer then 30 min.

So back to my story of bed rest, idiotic Internet people, working, and a very active Baby V.
No Internet meant that DH would have to go IN to work, leaving us for over 12hrs, alone and shivering in the dark. Of course he had to leave during the period when my dad would leave and my mom would come, but the two would not overlap and I was left alone with a sleeping baby. I ran a huge risk of him waking up in the hour and a half of alone time, and not being able to pick him up. Thankfully he only decided to wake up at 2 am and stay up screaming at everyone but me for an hour while being diapered and fed (10oz).

I think things would have improved by now if only DH decided to sleep in the living room. You see on the 2nd day he decided that kneeing me in the back, HARD, would be just the thing to do in his sleep. I not only woke up from the pain but I beat him senseless. From that point on it has been like the shot never happened. The back HURTS! I can walk (and I do) but I cannot sit, bend, lift, turn, and pivot without pain. Maybe I will need surgery; do they even replace squished jelly donuts?

Miss EL please send me a few acupuncture locations in NY city and tell me if the weekend after next would be a good time to visit you (the labor day weekend) and if not when would be a good time. Seeing how I hate surgery even more then needles I am willing to give it a go. Besides I would love to see your apartment, before you move to another state or something.
Love,
Me

Contained

2005-08-17T10:46:00.000-06:00

The day that I run out of wipes Baby V has the most contained poop in over 8 months. It takes the 3 remaining wipes to clean it. Some of you may be saying, ‘big deal just rinse him off with water!’ well try rinsing anything with a herniated disk the size of Texas compressing the nerves in your spinal column!
Did I mention that I have a herniated disk, two of them! Did I mention that today I get a second steroid epidural shot? Did I mention that this was the one thing I did not want to have during the 27hr birth period? Oh and did I happen to say how TERIFFIED I am of a big needles near my spine? No? Well here you go!
This time there is a no eating after midnight, till 2pm, or later. No drinking from 11am, there goes the vodka shots I was planning on doing, and finally no picking up Baby V for 2 days of bed-rest. Miss EL what were you saying about acupuncture? I think I am ready to try small needles everywhere if I can avoid another big one. E-mail me! Oh and congratulation on the long phone call (no sarcasm intended).
Oh and the boy who went to sleep as soon as you put him in the crib is GONE! He left sometime on Monday and is not coming back. Baby V no pulls up in his crib EVERY TIME you put him in his crib. He stands there tired and miserable, so I rock and rock until his eyes drift close and he nestles his cheek against me and only then do I dare transfer. I think my back may need a lot more then a simple steroid shot this time around.

In other news:
We went to the beach the other day and there was a restaurant type of place with big juicy drawing of hamburgers on the side. Proud to say I did not succumb and order a single one. I did not even have the ice cream DH insisted that I order him. Anyway this http://www.msnbc.com/comics/daily.asp?sFile=dp050817 made me think of it.

I am wearing pink Capri maternity pants (courtesy of DH) hot pink maternity undies, and a hot pink maternity shirt. Can you say laundry day? I am contemplating about going like this to the appointment. Oh and I am NOT pregnant, I just traded granny panties and sweats for all maternity. And now you know a little too much about me.

Miss EL do you have any Russian cartoons at home? Anything with Kentervilskoe Privedenie? Just asking.

Love,
Me

Question of the week.

2005-08-16T20:41:00.000-06:00

Veal!
So let me recap the last few days. Sunday, I believe, Dh went to look at houses that he saw on the Internet in hopes of finding THE DREAM. It started raining in the afternoon, we lost power at around 4pm. My mother spent the next 3 hrs telling me to call my electric company and would not believe me when I said that no one was answering at the emergency line. To top it all off Baby V did not like the idea of seeing all his toys slowly engulfed in darkness and gave me HELL. Oh yeah and my pretty just defrosted veal cutlets were not going to become veal Parmesan without the help of a working stove. And during this mini crisis my DH was driving the wrong way on some road, and refusing me (starving an scared) the comfort of Chinese food. Thank goodness the power came on and Baby V received his bath and DH his veal Parmesan.

Rocking the house!
Remember I said Baby V was pulling up to his knees in the crib? Well we lowered the mattress and now Baby V is pulling up to standing ALL the time. Bedtime has been delayed by about 30 minutes because of having to go back into the room and help Baby V get down. Oh and to show his outrage a t being locked up, he has started throwing the pacifier at my head. Never mind that he smiles and laughs and rocks every time I enter the room, no matter what if my head gets within shooting distance the pacifier comes hurling towards me. The kid has got aim, so maybe not football but basketball … he would have to grow a few inches though.

So question of the week is … how often do you read this? Daily, weekly, monthly? I ask because I would like to know how often I NEED to post.

Storm

2005-08-13T04:44:00.000-06:00

So now I am freaking out. Not only because Miss AM basically said to close down the blog but also because after she said it (not in those exact words of course) it started to rain and thunder SO BAD! So I kept looking out the window hoping to see the serial killer in the rain and tell DH to get his gun. So maybe I will edit and remove some posts that expose too much, any ideas?

In other news:
Baby V just got up on his knees to reach a shelf and pulled down a small box of toys. Go V! Also he slept through the night after the storm stopped scaring him awake.
Love,
Me

Vampire?

2005-08-12T17:59:00.000-06:00

Hmm this is intresting :)

http://quiz.ravenblack.net/blood.pl?biter=Mirage+Chaos

Love and bites
Me

Baby V's plan

2005-08-12T15:01:00.000-06:00

This is what Baby V is thinking on, apparently, a daily basis;
My mom loves me! She shows me she loves me by feeding me, kissing me, playing with me, giving me baths, and changing my diaper. By the look of it she really enjoys doing these things they bring her much pleasure. My dad loves me too! He does the same things that mom does, but less often. I always feel that I am cheating my mom out of loving me every time Dad does something. To remedy this, I have a plan! Whenever my dad changes me and hands me over to mom for a feeding I will make lots of poop for my mom. It might take a bit but I will no nap without providing her lots of poop. It will be the best poop all day and she will love me all the more for it.

This has been his thinking ever sense he stopped having bowel movement after every meal. It is either this or he is simply terrified that if he goes poop on his dads watch he will end up hanging by one foot in the shower while dad uses a rag on a stick to clean him. Could be either one, honest!

In other news;
Baby V is downing 10oz of formula at bedtime. Before that he eats 2oz of cereal and a jar of baby yogurt. Today he just guzzled 10oz for a lunchtime snack. Oh and he finally got a cheerio to his mouth and let go of it … IN HIS MOUTH!

I think I mentioned already that he is pulling up in his crib to a standing position, he is also stretching out his hands as soon as I walk through the door and falling down because he can’t stand yet! Needless to say we are lowering the mattress.

The people upstairs have moved to Florida and I miss their big loud dog and weekend parties. Why? Because now I get to hear the sounds of repairs from sunup to sundown and it is starting to get to me. The Bangs on the floor are completely unexpected and frightening at times.

DH has started looking for houses. So far my future looks like a rat-infested house for 100K in a neighborhood where I will need a bazooka to go for a walk. Do not worry, I am sure this phase will pass, just like the; “let’s build our own house and live in a trailer on the property for 10yrs while it is being built!” phase.
Love,
Me

Getting to know me

2005-08-11T10:20:00.000-06:00

A friend of mine (Sveta) sent me this early in the morning and I thought it would make a great and easy post. Mostly because I had to answer it (I love my friends after all) so might as well do it right. I tried to be funny (failure?) and honest. So enjoy and please post your answers in the comments.
GET TO KNOW ME

1. What time did you get up this morning? 6:30am to a screaming child
2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds and pearls (what tacky?) I'll take whatever they are giving out :)
3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? One of the Lord of the Rings or Pirates of Caribbean.
4. What is your favorite TV show? Don't have enough channels to make an educated choice.
5. What did you have for breakfast? Coffee and baby food (Baby V refused to eat it unless I tasted it for poison first)
6. What is your middle name? Sergeevna (In Russia the middle name is the father’s first name)
7. What is your favorite cuisine? Chinese, but I will have whatever you are having, if you are paying.
8. What foods do you dislike? Indian
9. What is your favorite Potato chip? BBQ
10. What is your favorite CD at the moment? Hmmm, got to be a mix of Russian songs from old cartoons and such.
11. What kind of car do you drive? Toyota Avalon
12. What is your favorite sandwich? Philly Cheese steak.
13. What characteristics do you despise? Complete and utter bossiness, and stupidity, and whatever happens to annoy me at the moment about you or my DH.
14. Favorite item of clothing? Below the knee skirt
15. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? Venice, Italy
16. What color is your bathroom? Gray, I think it used to be a different color but I can’t tell anymore ;)
17. Favorite brand of clothing? Carters, I love their bay clothes. (Baby V clothes shopping is the only thing I can tolerate).
18. Where would you want to retire to? Russia or Hawaii or a real safe Rainforest with no snakes.
19. Favorite time of day? Middle of the day
20. Where were you born? St. Petersburg, Russia
21. Favorite sport to watch? Ballroom dancing, I like to pretend that I can dance like that.
22. Who do you least expect to send this back? Not sending it out, posting it on my Blog.
23. Person you expect to send it back first? I expect someone to answer this in the comments section.
24. What laundry detergent do you use? Hmm we’re supposed to use laundry detergent? J/K! Draft.
25. Coke or Pepsi? PEPSI
26. Are you a morning person or night owl? I am an evening out type of girl, but the kid forces me to be a very grumpy morning person.
27. What size shoe do you wear? 8WW www.designershoes.com totally rocks, tell them I sent you
28. Do you have pets? My Dh oh wait he is human eh … then none but I want a dog and a cat and maybe a rabbit, oh and a ponny!
29. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with everyone? I used the crock pot and Baby V pulled up to standing using the goddamn rocking chair (there is a trip to the emergency room waiting to happen).
30. What did you want to be when you were little? Kristina Karzinkina ( no one famous but I wanted that name)
31. Favorite Candy Bar? Peanut Butter cups
32. What is your best childhood memory? Define childhood. But if that is before 10 then I would have to say that playing in the mountain of sand at my Grandma’s village house in the summer was the best! Oh and making soup from mushrooms and worms!
33. What are the different jobs you have had in your life? A manager and Brooks Brothers, cashier at Walgreen’s, Block Buster, Manager of shipping at Designer Shoe, Research assistant at John Hancock, teacher at Day Care, Catering at a synagogue, babysitting. HATED THEM ALL! Well enjoyed the shipping thing after I got more responsibilities.
34 How many different hair colors have you had? Blond and Red
35. Nicknames: None that were ever said to my face
36. Piercing? EARS
37. Eye color? Green
38. Ever been to Africa ? No Any foreign countries? Russia, Canada, Italy, France.
39. Ever been toilet papered? Not that I can recall, but honestly big chunks are missing from memory. Miss EL and Miss AM do you remember if I ever was?
41. Been in a car accident? nope
42. Croutons or bacon bits? Both and the number to Jenny Craig
43. Favorite day of the week? Any day that my mom or dad come to spend time with child and give me a chance to sleep and write my blog.
44. Favorite restaurant? Sveta you are so taking me to Barcelona in Norwalk, Ct. but I really have no favorite, I don’t go out to restaurants often.
45. Favorite flower? Anything I am not in charge of keeping alive.
46. Favorite ice cream? I know this! That new expensive ice cream with half the fat in a caramel dolce flavor or something.
47. Disney or Warner Brothers? That is like asking, shit or garbage? You kind of have to go with the garbage if you HAD to choose. But I like the guys who made finding nemo.
48. What is your favorite fast food place? Burger King
49. What color is your bedroom carpet? Hard wood floors baby!
50. How many times did you fail your driver's test? I did the ‘leg’ thing (I know unbelievable) and he did not flunk me for backing up in the middle of the street instead of along the sidewalk.
51. Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail? Sveta
52. Which store would you choose to Max out your credit card? Toy store totally!
53. What do you do most often when you are bored? Read Blogs! Write Blog! And read.
54 What’s your favorite movie? Pride and Prejudice, with Colin F. I love the book too.
55. Who are you most curious about their responses to this questionnaire? The two readers of the blog who I do not know, and Jesse.
56 Who was the last person you went to dinner with? Miss AM and Miss EL! Thirsty Turtle and polish guys, Amen!
57. Ford or Chevy? Are you serious?
58. What are you listening to right now? The hum of the air conditioner and DH on phone with co-worker.
59 What do you like to wear to sleep? In an ideal world nothing, in my world body armor!
60 What one thing would you change about your features if you could? I’m gorgeous! You can’t tell yet, but wait till next summer!
61. How many tattoos do you have? Zippo, but I want one, too bad I hate pain more then I want a tatto.
62. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? The chicken who was a freak because she was the first to lay an egg.
63. How many people are you sending this Email to? Just Sveta so that she loves me
64. Time you finished this e-mail? 9:30am

Hope everyone enjoyed.
Love,
Me

The Days of our lives

2005-08-10T11:27:00.000-06:00

We went to the hospital today to get some test done on Baby V. Well it was Horrible, for me, Baby V was fairly calm by the end of it all. He had a renal ultrasound through which he barely cried, all right he bawled for about 3 seconds before he saw the monitor. He also had a VSUG, which was by far the worse experience for me and I imagine the staff as well. First he had to be catheterized, not an easy task, which Baby V enjoyed. Everyone get your minds out of the gutters NOW! Then he had to be held down while they took pictures of his insides. The screaming was so intense that he blew the cathedra out and proceeded to mark his territory all over the room and nurses. We were all standing in knee-deep baby pee and everyone was happy. I don’t know why everyone was so pleased with my little Hercules (he kicked out of all his restraints) but they were and actually encouraged him to take aim at the Dr.’s face. Ah, the joys of being a nurse!

In other news:
I have done it! Now Miss EL and Miss AM get your minds out of the gutter, although I did that too. I have used the Crok-Pot for the first time in 8.5 months. Congratulations are in order.

We also got Baby V knee guards pictures will follow later.

Also I am being given yet another shot of steroids on the 17th at 2:00pm. If you have a special relationship with god please pray that the Dr does not miss. I hate needles; one of the reasons I went without an epidural was because of a fear of needles. Ironic eh? I spent endless hours in pain jus to avoid a needle and now I am willingly going to get the same thing done, without even the benefit of a brand new baby. Yet I think it will be a while before we try for number two. Doubt I can do another 9.5lbs baby anytime soon.

Baby V is in his walker fruitlessly opening and closing the cabinet doors, very cute until we let him out of his walker and he gets into the liquor. As soon as he is down for nap I swear I will baby-proof the kitchen and wash the floors. Please hold me to that promise.

Love,
Me

P.S.
the carpet was DH's choice, I had nothing to do with it.

Mother

2005-08-09T09:35:00.000-06:00

I need an honest opinion about this. I have been having some feelings about my mother, generally good, but some not so good. Mainly I have come to believe that my mother might be one of those people who have to have attention directed at them and no one else. Now I love my mother to distraction, just like she loves Baby V and me but sometimes the things she does put me on an edge.
My primary example happened while I was giving birth. I was induced and opted for no epidural. My mother flew in from Boston to Florida and was with us in the labor room. So after 20 hours of labor Baby V decides to come out facing the wrong way (head down but face up) and gives me back labor and I am still only dilated to 6. Now regular labor I could handle but back labor was horrid. After 3 more hours I decide that it might take me 10 more hours to get dilated to 10 and I couldn’t do it, so give me the goddamn epidural NOW. The Dr. is also saying that they might end up giving me a C-section soon so I might as well take away pain. It takes them an hour to find the woman with the miracle drugs, and the whole hour my mother behaves badly. First she tells me that I can do it without the meds, that I am stronger then that, and basically if I give in I am a failure. When the cart with the drugs arrives she starts bawling and leaves the room saying that she is SO disappointed! So for one hour of pain I was really feeling it because I could not do any of the umm ‘pain relieving’ techniques. I was too busy trying to convince my mom that epidurals were not the end of the world and I was not a bad person for getting one.
I guess I lucked out because by the time she stormed out in tears I asked a nurse if I could go to the bathroom, and after checking they were like ‘you are a 10, get the Dr., it is time to PUSH!” So to this day my mom tells me that Baby V coming into this world without drugs was her achievement, and reminds people that she tells my birth story to that if not for her I would have drank the drugs and passed out. REALLY? I think the drug free part was all Baby V! He got scared when he heard epidural and made a hasty exit (can I call 2 hours of pushing hasty?). If anything my mom made at least one hour of labor worse. Although I got to say she made like 5 other hours great by singing with me during contractions. So comments on this?
I have about 3 other examples of her doing similar things. When baby V was sick we took an ambulance ride to children’s hospital and when we got there like 5 people came up to us and said that the baby’s mother was in the waiting room. Then they stared at me like I should not be there, because I must be like no one to the baby. One nurse even asked to see some ID, from ME. Do you know what it feels like when everyone begins to doubt that you are the mother? I know that she was just worried but still. The other 2 times are less significant and not worth talking about. I will however if someone asks JBasically can everyone tell me if I am blowing things out of proportion and if I should just shut it and enjoy my wonderful mother. I have to say that I have never said anything to her but that I am just simmering here and maybe need some of you to dump some cold water one me. So … GO!
Love,
Me

Let the booze flow.

2005-08-08T10:46:00.000-06:00

Saturday Miss EL came over in the afternoon and we waited for Miss AM. Baby V was playing on the floor and being cranky when held. His rash was apparently an allergic reaction to the antibiotic, and I thought it was prickly heat. So after Miss AM arrived we played with Baby V and headed out at noon for Stamford. There we checked into the Marriott and went to hang by the pool. Spent about 5 hours laying in the sun and splashing in the pool. While we were burning our backsides Miss AM and I watched a small colony of ants first devour and then carry back home pieces of a chip (I did not lick it Miss AM). Fascinating, really!
We went out to eat, and then buy liquor, and then finally we went out. I believe we hit Thirsty Turtle first, and I was one seriously thirsty turtle. After falling down, bawling my eyes out (the TV’s decided to play a baby commercial and I was on my 5th or 6th margarita so I missed Baby V) and drinking a lot of $5 drinks, we went back to our hotel room, sans guys, and chatted till we passed out.
I might mention that when we got to our room that afternoon Miss AM tackled me onto the bed and had her way with me. Then in the spirit of female bonding we tried pushing the beds together, but instead ended up putting the rollaway bed in the middle and doing MI-3 moves all over the ‘family’ bed. Everyone had a good time.
In the morning I threw up, because I was starving (It has happened several times before in the morning and with no alcohol involved) and woke everyone up because I just could not stand being the only one up at 8am. I find that I can not stay in bed past 8am because I start panicking and thinking that I need to check on baby, that maybe he is not breathing, because he never sleeps till 8 am. So we all got up watched some TV, and then went out to IHOP for breakfast. After an amazing meal, everyone had the same thing, the girls decided I needed a new wardrobe and bought me clothes! They also did not want to give me a receipt because they were afraid I would return everything. Nice right? So now I am about $80 poorer (because of the drinking) and a skirt and 2 tops richer. Plus I had the most amazing time catching up with my two friends. I am expecting them back real soon.
Oh and I do have compromising pictures but I am NOT putting them up. Till next time.
Love,
Me
P.S.
Baby V was very happy to see his mom back, he probably thought I was never coming back and had an awful time eating and sleeping, he even reached out to me so I could hold him. Then of course he kicked and screamed because he had enough of mommy and wanted to crawl around and stick dirty shoes in his mouth.
P.P.S.
I love you Miss EL and Miss AM.

Go to sleep! Please! Pretty Please!

2005-08-04T17:09:00.000-06:00

Why does he insist on doing this to me? For two nights straight it has taken me 40 minutes to get Baby V to go to sleep. He cries in his crib, he cries when I hold him, when I rock him, when I walk him, he seems to quiet down after a shot of vodka, but not Tylenol. And then bam 40min after I start I put him down and he is out, anytime before the 40 min are up he cries like mad but after 40 not a peep. I just jinxed myself right? Mr. RM once said when referring to this picture, ‘He looks like an angry Asian man!” Indeed he does (no disrespect to Asians, please don’t be mad).
Love,
Me

This was taken in March.

Dear Fisher Price;

2005-08-04T14:32:00.000-06:00

Well hello again. Just wanted to leave a quick note. Does anyone know the e-mail address of the president of Fisher Price or one of the other giant toy manufacturers? I want to write him and demand that his company cease and desist making colorful baby toys. Babies do not want color they want real things. Why can’t they make a remote control toy that looks exactly like a real remote control but can’t turn the channels or turn the TV off. Or a phone that has the same colorations as a real phone with small buttons and everything, all it has to do is light up and occasionally ring. Baby V detests his toy phone and toy remote control, but he goes crazy for the real thing. I mean sure he presses a few buttons on the ‘laugh and learn’ phone, but the second I take out my real one he is over by my side heaving his body over my fat thighs to reach the boring black phone. The child will do anything for a remote control; even get his diaper changed without jumping off of the changing table. Please Fisher Price get me a phone in black and silver that says, ‘Hi Baby V! Stop rocking the goddamn rocking chair!” The kid also has a foot fetish, or at least the beginning of one. If he sees my white slippers he goes for them, if he sees my uncovered toes (or anyone else’s toes) he licks them. Baby V also laughs hysterically when he sees wiggling toes, anyone’s wiggling toes. Yes some moms have to teach their kids not to pick their nose in public but I will be teaching him not to lick stranger’s feet.
Love,
Me

Saturday

2005-08-04T06:43:00.000-06:00

I am counting down the days till Saturday. You see on Saturday my mother is coming down to help out and take care of Baby V, and also my friend Miss E.L. is coming up from NY and Miss A.M. is driving down from Boston. They are going to coo over Baby V for about an hour and then the three of us will be heading for Stamford to a hotel that has a pool. We plan on pool lounging, drinking, eating and most of all, talking. I have not had a night out with just these two awesome women in a long time. It will also be nice to have a picture of all of Baby V and us.
This will be a welcoming break for me. Lately I have basically fallen into a routine that is screaming for change, not all of it but some. In the morning, in the hot oppressive morning, I walk the child as everyone else in the neighborhood walks their dogs. I say Good Morning to everyone and smile my dazzling smile, and by the time we got home my jaw aches. Then once I get the child to sleep I check e-mail and cry when no one has written anything (another reason why I love this blog 3 whole comments that get sent to my e-mail). Then instead of cleaning up the mess after Baby V’s breakfast I read comics, read blogs, and think about cleaning. This goes on most of the day with big breaks for play with now grumpy child. I need to do something wholly different with my day and so I look forward to this Saturday. Miss A.M. do not dare cancel on me, you too Miss E.L. (I’ll use names only if people let me, or if they have their own blog).
Oh and last night I asked my DH what he thinks about blogs in general, he said I should totally start one if I have something to say, unless it is something about him, then I should just shut up. So I didn’t tell him about the blog but even if he finds it I have not said anything bad about him except that he hogs the bed. Besides anything that I say here I say to his face just as easily.
So count down to Saturday with me people. It is Thursday then Friday and then the glorious and never overrated Saturday.
Love,
Me

Dooce.com

2005-08-03T16:44:00.000-06:00

I can’t decide what to post about today. I don’t think I am ready to talk about my mother, that would necessitate giving up about 2 hours, and I just don’t have the time. So let us just stick to an update on dooce.com and Baby V.
Baby V woke up with a slight temperature again. He was semi cranky all day. I should mention that he also woke up for an hour at night but then slept till 7am and I actually woke up before him. He took two naps, although one was 2 whole hours the other was just a feeble 30 min. Then it took me an hour to get him to go down for the night, possibly because he was way over tired. About half an hour into the rocking a singing I found myself singing, ‘Why aren’t you asleep, you need to be asleep, do you hate me this much? ANDY WHYYYYYYYYYYY?” at the last word Baby V looked into my eyes and … laughed. He continued laughing madly for what seemed like an eternity and then started violently shaking my head by hooking his fingers around my teeth and pushing and pulling, nice. This is all on Baby V, now on to Dooce.
Dooce.com is what got me thinking about starting my own blog. After reading a few of her entries in December I started thinking in blog entries and have finally succumbed to the blog bug. I have been re-reading all of her entries and have found myself even more in love. Of course my blog can’t lick the ground that dooce.com walks on but it can try. Anyway, today’s entry made me cry, because it is so true. Of course I e-mailed Dooce to tell her this in the most pathetic way possible. I have done the e-mail thing before, to tell her how much Baby V loved her Baby L and totally wanted to be L’s younger man. I got no response and figured that I would just admire from afar, and I have. Maybe a shipment of peanut butter cups would soften Dooce up, but I doubt it. Anyway Go read http://www.dooce.com/ all three of you (my readers).
Love,
Me

Oh No!

2005-08-02T17:33:00.000-06:00

Well the verdict is back on Baby V, Ear infection in the left ear. Let me recap what happened today. First of all Baby v woke up with a fever and proceeded to be cranky all day. This was cranky I have never seen before. I swear I heard him chatting on the phone with the mommy service requesting another mommy, one that can carry hold him, while bouncing, while singing inane children’s songs. But I guess he has used up all his points, or whatever payment method they have adopted for 8 month children, on his last trip to Grandma’s house so now he is stuck with me. Baby V did indeed take 3 naps, and he went down crying and woke up crying and he shut up only while being fed. At 4:30 I retook his temperature and it had jumped to 101.5 so off to the pediatricians we went. Of course the fever came down to 100.2 as soon as we passed the thresh hold of the building but they still looked in his ears to find the infection. So now our total of ‘sicknesses’ in an 8-month period is: runny nose, UTI, and an ear infection in one ear. Wonderful!
When I told my mom she proceeded to instruct me on how to wrap the child’s ear and head with olive oil and skip the antibiotics we were prescribed. After an elaborate description my mom said, ‘never mind it’s messy and you will mess everything up anyway” thanks for the vote of confidence. We are in fact skipping the head wrapping because I remember perfectly well my only ear infection that was treated this way and I also remember a Dr making a house hold call to pop my eardrums and stop all the pain. Don’t get me wrong, I am sure the head wrap thing works like a charm and doesn’t corrupt anything in the body (unlike antibiotics) but I am not willing to take the chance of a mild ear infection getting worse. I can watch them try to insert a cathedra into my son but god forbid I see a needle near his precious head! NO!
I’ll update on my mom the spot light stealer and Baby V’s crankiness tomorrow.
Love,
Me
P.S.
Did I mention the kid refused Tylenol, he spit it out when I gave it to him in a dropper and he flung the trick pacifier clear across the room when he tasted Tylenol. Smart kid, takes after his parents.

Baby V is Sick!

2005-08-02T10:58:00.000-06:00

So at around 1:30am Baby V woke up with a fever (actually 100.5 but to me it is a fever) and cried and cried. DH was on Baby watch this night so he got up with the precious bundle of joy. WAIT! This is what I would have liked to happen, not what actually happened. Yes the DH was on baby watch but he did not get up at first, he go up after I failed to quiet child in 30 minutes. Then he took over, fed the feverish child some formula, and then decided to change a clean diaper with the lights ON. By this point it is 2:15 am and the child is screaming like mad (retribution to the alcoholic downstairs neighbor) because the lights are on and he is not being rocked to sleep but is being manhandled by his father who moves slower then slow when changing a diaper. Finally at 2:30 the child was asleep and so was I. He woke up again at 5am but was satisfied with a proper pacifier and dozed till 6am. We ate took a walk and another nap. His fever is still 100.7 and he is taking yet another nap. If all goes well Baby V will have taken 3 naps today up from the now usual two, my baby is SICK! Only a truly sick baby sleeps like this instead of insisting on obsessively opening and closing the door to his ‘Laugh and Learn’ house.
If we lived in a normal American like family we would have giving baby some Tylenol and attributed the whole thing to teeth, but we don’t. We live in a family ruled by DH who believes any sort of mediation is wrong (he had a really hard time with me taking steroids and handfuls of pain relievers for my back) and a fever should not be lowered by a pain reducer. If I didn’t agree with him I would have slipped Baby V some Tylenol and would have been found out when the bright red stains were discovered in the morning.
Which brings me to my next point, sort of. We need to christen the child ASAP so that relatives in Russian can pray for his well-being.
This sickness, it too shall pass.
Love,
Me

This is Baby V happy for the one and only time this morning.

2005-08-02T05:36:00.000-06:00

We live in a nice two-bedroom apartment in a house with 2 other apartments. The neighborhood 10 minutes away from us (towards NY) is nice, our neighborhood includes low income housing and rap being played all day every day, be it in houses next to our or in passing cars. We do have a middle school next to ours but I have never seen any kids older then 5. So we live on the first floor with neighbors above and below. The floors and walls are paper-thin so it is basically like living with all of these people in one apartment. The people above are moving to Florida this very morning while the lady below has lived here for 15 years and will continue to do so until someone finds her dead or she burns the house down.
I am thrilled that the people above with their stupid un-de-clawed dog are leaving but at the same time I am a bit apprehensive about who will move in. If the dog people were and evil I knew (oh yes moving furniture at 2 am IS evil) then my new neighbors are an evil I don’t know. Hopefully the apartment will stay vacant for months and then an old lady will move in who will be quieter then a mouse (but please god no walkers).
Now on to the lady below, call her Mrs. R (although I have never seen a husband and I don’t think there is one), she is a bitch. Now take this with a grain of salt because actually she has done really nothing BAD to us just a lot of very annoying stuff. Major offence is that she is a rumored alcoholic and smokes. She also hogs the space we are supposed to share in the basement, and because she smokes the whole basement stinks and I have to pad the crack between the basement door and the basement stairs so that our apt. doesn’t stink. Of course she listens to opera on Sunday afternoons, loud enough for me to hear every word, and some R&B every other day just as loud. She also hosts parties, but because she has a small apartment they all sit outside under Baby V’s window and laugh, yell, clap, and holler till midnight or later. I think she thinks this is payback for us using an office chair on wheels. Oh and the police have talked to me twice about her, actually asking for ID to make sure I wasn’t her. And one more thing, she hangs her laundry on a clothesline attached to OUR back porch, so she just walks right up on our tiny deck and hangs her shorts, pants, tank tops, sheets so that all I see out of the window is her stuff and not the nice green trees and scampering squirrels. So even though she might be perfectly nice on closer acquaintance, I hate her.
The End.
Love,
Me

2005-08-01T18:29:00.000-06:00

Check out my first link, http://poopinparadise.blogspot.com/. It is a blog by my friend Angie. We have both been married for 4 years, have kids roughly the same age, and shockingly agree on a lot of stuff to implement on the Babies. At one point, while we were both pregnant, we decided to ‘DO’ www.flylady.com together. That ended when she went on bed-rest and I got so huge that reaching that sink, so that it could shine, became an experiment in contortionism. Now she is back to flying and I just fake clean every other day.
Her DH is also one of the most devoted and caring husbands out there; it is too bad his parents didn’t have more sons so that more women could have terrific husbands. In addition to feeding Baby L that first bottle, he also takes care of him every spare moment he gets off of work. The only downside to Angie’s DH is that when he is in charge of cleaning Mr. B and Mrs. Z he does it once a week. To be honest if I had to clean a cage it would be done even less.
Angie’s and mine one weakness is shopping. I mean we burn through most of our disposable income together; sometimes we burn through it when we’re apart by simultaneously shopping online. The bad thing about this shopping is that both of us are stay at home moms and the money we spend is technically our husbands, although if you believe the latest calculations neither of our husbands could afford our ‘mom’ services. My latest purchase is a toy dragon that has only one attractive feature to Baby V, a squeaking palm, it cost a fortune but I like dragons so screw my credit card limit, we’ll just not eat this week.
Love,
Me

P.S.
My other links are even better not necessarily because of content but because they have been around for about as long as I have been married and are written by writers.
P.P.S.
As soon as Angie’s first book comes out I’ll link it.
P.P.P.S.
If my stupid alcoholic neighbor and her drinking buddies wake up baby I am taking DH’s revolver and getting justice! No one should ever wake my baby, EVER!

2005-08-01T15:44:00.000-06:00

Today was one of the days when I desperately needed to be alone for like 90 minutes! So I told my DH that I needed to clean the floors, so he had to take Baby V to the Dr’s office to get ‘bagged’, their term for collecting a urine sample from an 8 month old baby who can’t pee in a cup no matter how much you train him too. Usually when I send the men out into the streets I kick up my feet and read blogs till they come home, but this time I actually had to do housework. I figured that my DH might get wise to the whole clean house trick if the dust bunnies under the bed started talking to him at night. So off they went to what I figured would be a horrific experience and I put the dinner on the stove and started sweeping and mopping. Halfway through the apartment the men came home with 2 bags and a cup with a green lid. So we wrestled Baby V into one of those bags and the bathroom and bedroom are still chock full of dust bunnies. If anyone is visiting my home in the next week or so, please enter the bathroom in full protective gear, I’ll provide the goggles
Love,
Me

My little manly flower

2005-08-01T11:48:00.000-06:00

Thought I'd share some pictures. Actually just one now. This is Baby V wearing a gift from one of my swap momies at Babycenter.com

Aunt Flow is back at it.

2005-08-01T08:02:00.000-06:00

Well isn’t this wonderful! Aunt flow has barely left the building when she decided to come back for another round! This makes 3 periods in a month and a half. And I have just spent 1 hour trying to get an appointment with a GYN and so far nothing. Waiting to hear from a supervisor … and I think I have already talked to her. My mother screams at me that I am anemic and should be fainting right and left, my dad says I exaggerate, and my DH always looks so disappointed every time I tell him, “Not tonight dear!”
On top of it all my back is starting to hurt again. I herniated a disk in my lower back giving birth to Baby V and have only recently found a Dr. who actually figure out it might be a herniated disk. So now I am getting steroid shots (hey maybe this is why I am having non stop bleeding) in my back. I think the last shot is wearing off and I need to schedule another one. I hate scheduling.
If this post makes a lot of sense, GOOD! If not, too bad!
Love,
ME
P.S.I got a call from the pediatrician saying they got the bags to take Baby V’s urine sample, so we go in today after 3.

Hogging the bed

2005-07-31T10:25:00.000-06:00

Why are all men compelled to hog the bed? We have a king size bed and still my DH insists on not only sleeping in the middle he also likes to flail his arms and legs near my person. So I am forced to sleep on the edge of the bed, falling off every time the child lets out a wail in the middle of the night. And my little boy is no different. Whenever I bring Baby V into our bed he rolls over to me and starts kicking me off! Once he has pushed me to that very same edge he pushes off in the opposite direction trying to propel himself off the other edge onto the floor. My mother insists that when I was Baby V’s age I knew enough to stop at the edge, but we have a boy. So maybe my DH is unconsciously trying to do what Baby V does, push me to the edge and fling himself off the other end, too bad he only gets halfway through.
Love,
Me

About Us

2005-07-30T15:46:00.000-06:00

About the boy.
V was born 11/30/04 around 5pm. He came after 27hrs of induced labor. It was all SO much fun but def. Worth it. He came out 9lbs 5oz and 21 inches long.
So he is 8 months now. At 6 months he was 22lbs and 28inches. Last time we were in the hospital (emergency room) he weighed 24lbs. Scary. He has no teeth yet but is crawling like mad aiming for every single outlet, electric cord, and chairs. So far he likes everything but peaches when eating. When I make homemade food he eats it only fresh nothing day old, so we happily do canned.
V also loves his dad but still manages to forget him after 2 weeks. His favorite toy is … well actually it is my slipper, the right one, the boy will ignore open doors and all other dangerous objects in favor of one smelly slipper.
Next up a little about V’s parents.
I finished Northeastern University with a Bachelors in human resource management and management. Then I worked for about 5 months got pregnant and moved from MA to Fl. That was a genius maneuver on the part of Dear Husband (DH) to make me miserable. He sent me to the warmest place imaginable for my entire pregnancy so that I could sweat buckets and be miserable. Then after delivery he moved us to CT, a place that not only lacks sidewalks for walking baby but also is cold in the winter. I don’t mind the cold, I love it actually, but until springtime I basically was cooped up inside 4 walls, and that was tough.
My husband lived in Russia until he was 23 and then after meeting me and falling madly in love he decided to move to America via a Fiancé Visa. He works as a System Administrator and works a lot! Although I like his income (it could be more though) I hate how little time he has for us, and you might hear me often complaining. He is a good dad and husband but of course all the nice moments will take a backseat in favor of some of the stupid stuff. He still has a lot of family living in Russia and we plan on visiting them next year. BTW I will refer to husband as either DH or S or Husband S.
That is it for now.
Love
Me

Another One

2005-07-30T14:55:00.000-06:00

Fantastic, yet another Blog! I didn't want to do this but every time something funny would happen I would wish for a blog. I promise to check spelling but do not guarantee proper grammar, me Russian :). I will try to update as soon as something funny happens or when I feel like writing.
Love
Me.