My DiaryLand Diary
I’m having issues with this site at the moment and don’t want to add anything new until all my “old” stuff is found. Thanks to those of you who check back and have noticed I’ve not been saying much. I hope to be back to writing soon.
Carl turned 35 two weeks ago. We had a little celebration that day at Busse Woods where we ot a bucket of chicken and went fishing?as was his wish. His parents, Vicki, Dave and Brendan came as well. Erin did some fishing with daddy but seemed to enjoy pushing Thomas around in his stroller even more. Thomas is, of course, one of her dolls u jour? It clearly a girl doll, so Thomas wears pink but we don judge him. Auntie Vickie gave Erin a Graco stroller for dolls last Christmas that is an infant carrier and stroller combo and she LOVES taking Thomas for a stroll whenever she can with her fancy stroller. When I am getting Karl into his carrier in the morning, Erin right there with Thomas?carrier next to Karl getting him all ready to go, too. Anyway?/p>This past Saturday (April 29), we were having a surprise party for Carl in honor of his birthday. My job was to keep him from going over to his parents?house in the morning on Saturday because they were decorating the night before and didn want him to see it all and ruin the surprise. I decided that we go to the zoo. Erin fell in love with (and so we bought her) a new stuffed animal; a fuzzy blue monkey that she named lue Monkey? She attached his hands together with the Velcro strips and then looped his arms over her head making what looked like a big blue monkey necklace and carried him around that way most of the day. Nothing quite like the zoo in springtime! You can see things you just don see other times of the year. For one thing we saw some leopards laying? so I now have advanced knowledge that a new leopard may be joining the zoo in the fall.
After the zoo, we ran to Walgreen to drop off some photos and then briefly went home. The kids were asleep, so Carl stayed in the car with them while I got a change of clothes for them. When I returned, Carl asked me to get him nail polish remover at the store. It would seem that he found some bright blue nail polish I had purchased for Erin and applied it while he waited for me. Oh, Carl!!! The dilemma became one of ruining the surprise by insisting he not look like an idiot because he be seeing a whole bunch of folks at the party vs. knowing I can never really protect him from himself and the things he does and letting him go into the party like that! What a loving wife to do?
If you ever heard Carl tell the story about the time on our honeymoon in Hawaii when we were hanging out on the beach and somehow Carl got the whole side of his head and face caked with sand, then you know what I did, but this time with better reason. If you don know how that story ended, let me share with you that we then went into this fancy art gallery and Carl chatted up a saleslady for a good 20 minutes about an expensive piece of art (some kind of honeymoon pottery) and got her business card to perhaps consider a purchase at a later time. He then had to use the bathroom and upon his return asked why I didn tell him the whole side of his head was covered in sand. I told him because he have tried to brush it off, and it wouldn have worked and would have just annoyed me so I left it alone. So yes, not only did I let him keep the polish, but I encouraged him to do the other hand in purple. We gotten this far without him finding out about the party, I could do nothing to jeopardize that fact!
Carl does some dumb things sometimes, and I have told him in the past before he does anything at all, perhaps he should ask himself, ould my wife be proud of me/this??before going through with it. Before putting on the nail polish might have been one of those perfect times to use that philosophy. He did not. He entered the front door of his mom house, heard the urprise!?and (as he would tell it later) immediately assessed just how quickly he had to get the polish offf it was just family, perhaps he could make a joke adidas flux out of it. He saw his friend Jen who he doesn get to see nearly enough and knew that he must not be seen like this! He pocketed his hands, went to the bathroom and commenced the removal process.
My husband had never put on nail polish before, so wasn so well versed on its removal. He was trying to pour the remover over the nails and rub the polish off under water and was becoming more and more frustrated. Lucky for him, his mother went into the bathroom with him and helped him through the crisis. Afterward, he asked her if she would exit through an alternate door because this whole episode could only be make worse if everyone saw him coming out of the potty with his mother in tow. Carl claims that this was the single most embarrassing moment of his life! I say, so far!?/p>So yes, it was a nice party, and Carl enjoyed seeing everyone. I get a bit neurotic in crowds, but I tried my best to remain calm and did all right. We had the party catered by Addantes in Streamwood and they sent us a pan of mostly undercooked chicken. When the guests had left and the magnitude of this issue was discovered (there was an abandoned thigh in the microwave from someone attempt at extra cooking time), Rebecca called over to the caterer to let him know more than anything else. From my end of the conversation, it sounded like a ref adidas flux und for the chicken was offered and declined and my mother in law was tremendously embarrassed that I have even accepted a refund if offered because she orders from there all the time and how would that look? The guy then offered a coupon book saying, don know if you ever order pizza from here, but which was accepted, and then my mother in law seemed a bit surprised that he didn know that they order pizza from there all the time. I pointed out that the Addantes guy isn her friend, he someone with whom business is done, so it okay to ask for refunds and not expect him to track the family pizza orders. What can I say, it was getting late and I was tired and not so nice. Then there was the thank you card fiascoerhaps a story for another day.
My son turns 3 months old on Saturday! Ie been trying to write a little something about him since his 2 month check up, but daddy took him to that, and I have yet to see the hand out with the height/weight vitals. I know he was 24 inches tall already which put him in a higher percentile than I used to seein adidas flux g with Erin. Maybe it was the 75th%? Perhaps my husband will read this entry soon and allow me to make some edits that contain the appropriate information, thereby allowing us to record it for posterity and look like good parents!
Anyway, Karl is just adorable! He isn really any trouble at all, crying only when he hungry or very in need of a diaper change. He loves to look around at things and alks?to them in coos. He smiles with his whole body, it seems, and to be the recipients of his dimpled efforts just melts my heart! He such a good boy already. Any minute now I going to create and mail out birth announcements for him!
We had a bit of a scare with him a few weeks ago. Erin was spending some time with her Auntie Rebecca and Uncle Dan, and Carl and I just came back home after church. Carl was going to watch the baby while I searched out some much needed zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzs. I took to Erin toddler bed and was at some point awakened by Karl screaming and crying like Ie never heard him! Next, Carl came and practically kicked the door open and ordered me to et up NOW? He was crying, and I couldn get him to tell me what was wrong other than we had to go to the emergency room. Finally he said, hurt the baby!?and showed me a cut over Karl eye. It apparently had bled pretty profusely but Carl had cleaned that up right away.
I thought maybe I could calm Karl down so offered to hold him while Carl got dressed for the ER. He refused to let me do anything for him, so I went up and got dressed to go. When I came down again, things had settled, and finally I got the story. Carl was holding the baby and feeding him. He set the bottle down to hook up the TV he just moved from the basement into our bedroom. The new surface was slippery, and the TV fell off the stand. Carl pulled the baby out of the way, but the TV still grazed the top of his head and cut his eye. I think he was as upset about what could have happened if he have set the baby on the floor and the TV had fallen on him as what actually did happen.
Looking at the baby, I didn think he was seriously hurt now that he had calmed down, but because he was only 2 months old and a TV hitting his head isn really a good thing, we decided to take him to the ER anyway. The staff was nice, and examined the cut which was merely superficial and would heal without scarring. A little blue bandage was applied. He was then sent off for a CT scan to be sure all was well. Karl handled that surprisingly wellt first he was all squirmy and unhappy, but they had me talk to him and he calmed down and fell asleep. Carl took some pictures (hey, first cat scan, why not use it as a photo op?) and we went to wait for the results. Good news! He was fine. Carl was certainly relieved that he didn break the baby and I must admit, so was I.
I created, then subsequently ate, a “henge” out of chocolate covered peanuts today. I didn’t start out making a henge, but ultimately the creative process took over and there it was. Chocolate Covered Peanut Henge. Mmmm. He said he’d make himself available so we could tell my boss, too! I’m getting concerned that she’s a bit too busy with other things to give me the face time I need at the moment. There’ll come a day, I’m sure (and hoping) when I’ll wish for the slow pace of today. Until then, I’m making henges.
The people in my area are pretty nice. Today they all got together to tell someone all about the Rocky Horror Picture Show. My immediate cubemate is Bob, he’s nice. He likes fishing and looking at what people are having for lunch. There’s Susan who wears her hair in a bun and speaks of candles, beadmaking and all the food I’m welcomed to at her desk. Wes is in the pod area here, but I hardly ever see or hear him. He’s nice. I think it was him speaking Polish or something like it one day. I met Debbie the other day, and she was not only nice, but helpful in helping me understand that in order for anyone to pay any at adidas flux tention to anything I send out, I must attach a due date to it. Finally, there’s Randy. He just takes conference calls while perching on the edge of his desk. Actually he’s merely sitting on it, but it’s up so high that he seems to be perching with a clear view of my computer monitor. There are two other people, but they’re not here enough for me to have made an observation about them.
That’s about all I have to say about work today. It’s good to be back.
I ended up taking a day off yesterday because I was so tired after Easter weekend and not sleeping well with the needs of the children and all that. Ie only been back to work for 2 weeks, and already I taking time off.
After a good hunk of sleep, I went to Target and, among other things, I bought Erin her first tricycle. Radio Flyer makes one that looks like the kind I had as a kid. When I thought about getting her a bike a few weeks ago, that was the way I was going to go. Upon further review, I decided I liked this other Radio Flyer model because it had a high backed seat and a removable push handle for weary parents who don care to bend and push if it not needed. Then the big internal debate began.
Radio Flyer has two trikes exactly the same but for one small thing. One of the two has a three point seatbelt attached to the seat that I liked so much. What a neurotic mother to do? Seatbelt or no seatbelt? After much too much pondering, I came to what I believe to be the most reasonable conclusion. But would my husband agree with me?
I spoke to him on the way home, and asked him to guess which option I chose. Confidently, he chose the seatbelted version. Sigh. Sometimes it like he doesn know me at all, I told him. I helped him to think it through?/p>Luckily, in my lifetime, Ie not heard of any serious tricycle accidents, but they may be covered up by the industry or something, because why else would they even think about a seatbelt for a tricycle. So maybe I should get the belted one.
Then again, let say my wee little Erin topples over on her tricycle and she belted in. How exactly is she going to right herself effectively if strapped in? What if she merrily riding in the driveway, carefully supervised, and due to some unforeseen accident rolls into the street, right in the path of an SUV in which a distracted driver is searching for his or her ringing cell phone. In the center of the road, the tricycle manages to topple over and the supervising parent that is witness to this horrific event falls victim to an unforeseen accident of his or her own and is layed out in the driveway, too injured to move. There still timehe parent shouts to Erin to just get up and out of the way but alas! She is seatbelted in and cannot break free. Oh! Just the possibility is terrible. So yes, I went with the seatbelt free version. It seems safer.
One, someone stole our “Protected by ADT” sign from in front of our house. Our neighbor still has one. There’s just something not right about the theft of my sign.
Second, if I remember correctly, Native American people do this sleep deprivation thing then go into the desert or something to meet their spirit guides. There may be peyote involved, who knows, but if it’s just the sleep thing, maybe I’ll go upstairs and turn up the furnace. As tired as I am, I’m pretty sure if I have a spirit guide, it’ll walk right up the stairs to come and meet me. I have no peyote.
I was so close on the last entry which was on 2/3. I actually did go back to the hospital, but not the next day as predicted. It took TWO days. I called the doctor and they said some guy named Dr. Gladdin was on call and I thought “who the hell is that?” He called back right away and sent me to the hospital. He was even so kind as to ask me if I knew how to get there. Oh, Dr.