Wednesday, January 29, 2014

january book club + a story from the salon


there are several cover designs for this book, in case you're looking to read it.

Yet another great read this month!  I reallllllly enjoyed reading this one.  It kept me on the edge of my seat and I would find myself cracking open my iPad during my planning periods to jet through just a couple more chapters (bad teacher!).  There was some confusion in the beginning in getting to know the characters of the three stories that intertwine throughout the book, but nothing a person of at least average intelligence couldn't manage...

Some of us weren't as thrilled with the book as I was, but I'd give it a wholehearted:  9!

Since we had several a couple book club members drop out due to either a.) moving away   b.) lack of motivation   c.) negligence or  d.) lethargy, we welcomed two new members this month.  Unfortunately for them, a few of us are Type A and the new girls realized very quickly that in order to speak they must interupt someone else.  And we're totally cool with that.

So the book.  It was awesome. 

Our discussions got pretty deep:

1.)  How well can you really know someone?  Is is possible to know someone completely?
+This one had all of us baring our souls about our own husbands and friends.  Some of us tell them everything, some of us don't.

2.)  If you found a letter that read "For my wife - only to be read in the event of my death," what would you do?
+Most answered that envelope would be ripped open immediately, mainly because they thought it would be something sweet he had written and they needed a good "Awwwwww" moment.  I answered that I would never open it.  In fact, I'm not even sure I'd tell him I found it.

3.)  Would you remain married to your spouse if you found out they had murdered someone (unintentionally) when they were a teenager?
+ I answered yes, only if there were children involved.  So in my personal situation, absolutely.  A few of us who don't have children were like I'd be dodging the hell out of my house ASAP.

*Side note to my husband:  Jeff, if you've murdered someone, don't tell me.  Please.

4)  Have you ever thought about how daily decisions that you make can affect hundreds of other people?
+In the book, each character's decisions has an affect on someone else's life.  Sometimes it was a matter of life and death.

I've never thought about my own decisions but I can think of one way right off the bat.  Last week I was running late to school (driving too fast on semi-icy roads) and rear-ended (barely freaking tapped) an Explorer.  That man had to call his insurance company later in the morning and on and on and on.  My decision to try on nine outfits (that were all too tight) made me late, made me speed, and ultimately made me hit his vehicle.  Boo!

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Something we didn't talk about (but something I meant to bring up) was the fact that this book took place in Australia so we got to hear all their cute lingo, like calling your mom "Mum" and calling college "Uni."

Moving on.

I got my hair cut yesterday.  Do you ever go to the salon looking for a change, thinking you've made a change, and when you get home you look in the mirror only to find that you look exacty the same?




The stylist put some "swoopy bangs" in but they didn't make much of a difference.  What did make a difference was the Rich Repair shampoo & conditioner by Goldwell.  I've always loved Goldwell but this was amazing.  Obviously I bought some.

Anyways, as I was leaving there was a woman across from me in one of the styling chairs.  The look on her face was the saddest I have ever seen - I'll never forget her somber expression for the rest of my life.  She had her hand on her cheek and her eyes were full of tears, none streaming down.  When my eyes rested higher onto her hair, the stylist was shaving her head.

On my drive home my thoughts kept returning to that woman and her face.  What was she thinking? 

How is this happening to me? 

Why is this happening to me?

The very physical thing that makes me a woman is leaving me.

Now when I look in the mirror I see a bald head.

I no longer feel feminine.

Maybe those wouldn't be her thoughts, but they'd sure be mine.  And there we all were, girls everywhere with beautiful, long, curly, shiny hair just bouncing around her without giving thanks for it.  Taking it completely for granted.

If you have beautiful hair, give thanks for it.







connor @ 3 months


unofficially weighing 16 lbs.
6-12 month clothes
size 4 diapers
 
you love:  MOMMY.
 
you hate:  NOTHING.


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Seriously kiddo, you are the best. 

I don't even know where to start.

We've really bonded this month, buddy.  You stare at me with that "mommy trance" and I just can't get enough of you.  When you cry or fuss or just aren't happy, all I have to do is put you in my arms and everything is A-okay in your eyes.  Even though it's selfish, I feel so grateful that I'm able to calm your nerves and be such a comforting and happy place for you.

Your smile.  Your laugh.  Your little language.  It all makes me weak in the knees. 

You cracked up for the first time when your brother and I sang B-I-N-G-O to you and bounced you on our knees.  It was the sweetest sound in the world.

You found that you can reach for toys on your bouncer and touch them - it has really kept you in serious mode, concentrating on hitting that little raccoon.  You also found your legs and toes - it's easier for you to lift your right leg so that's always the one that pops up.  You just squeeze and squeeze!  When you lay on your back you can roll over to your side and you love it because it's easier for you to shove all your fingers in your mouth at one time.  That fist is your favorite.

Speaking of your mouth, wow are you drooling a lot.  You also like to blow bubbles and let them sit there on your lips.

The Facts:

You are an amazing sleeper and I thank God every day.  You go down around 7:30 or 8 and sleep until 5:30 or 6.  You're up just once (!!!), somewhere between 2 and 4 am. 

We're still nursing.  Yes, yes we are!  Every three hours on the button!  You're also really good with the bottle - when you're at the babysitter you take four ounces of breastmilk like a champ.




xoxo and Happy Three Months.









Monday, January 27, 2014

what we do on saturdays

 
 We clean the bathroom.
 We vaporize.  My house has been so dry that we've been running this sucker not just at night, but all day every day.
 We strip the sheets.
 We dream of going outside and settle for cracking a window and breathing the air.  Is it just me or is my swingset being blown away by this storm?
 We nap.
 We make messes.  Think rain puddles on my kitchen floor.
 We cook.  This is Paula Deen's taco soup - I leave out all the spicy stuff (those toddlers) and add an extra cup of water or else it's much too thick.  It's consistently good and even better warmed up.
 We Daddy plows snow and we watch.  It's our Saturday entertainment.  I'm just going to say it - I'VE HAD IT WITH THE SNOW.  My boss told us there is a church sign in the midwest that reads "Whoever is praying for all of this snow, please stop."
We take selfies using Timercam.
 
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Oh those Saturdays.
 
 
 
 
 


Sunday, January 12, 2014

back to work + my insane morning routine


Here we go!  Back to work!

After three deep freeze snow days last week, school is finally back in session.  It was very hard leaving the boys at the babysitter's but I knew they were in good hands.  There was no crying or pouting from this Mama - I was ready to get things moving back at school.

Last week Jeff and I did a "trial run."  I went in to grade my exams so it was the perfect opportunity to test our new world of two-kids-and-trying-to-get-out-the-door.  That trial run was nuts, and I didn't even get myself showered and ready!  I knew then that I'd have to wake up before everyone else (5 AM) to ensure that I can have myself pulled together - it's very important to me that I look dressed and styled.  No wet buns and flip flops from this teacher.

The real deal came last Thursday and everything worked out pretty well.  It's amazing how easy it used to be having Patrick ready and out the door before we had a baby.  Now I'm factoring in feeding, changing and holding an infant.  It's quite the juggling act.  The key to my three successful mornings has been packing everything the previous evening:  the diaper bag (fresh clothes, fresh blankets, fresh bottles) as well as my school bag (clean pumping supplies) and lunch bag.  My lunch bag goal is to make something on Sunday that I can eat the entire week.  Last week I chose to chop up everything for a salad (romaine, grape tomatoes, banana peppers) and I made a pot of white chicken chili.  This way I can have my lunches at school on Monday and not have to re-pack each night.

Here is my plan of attack each morning:

1.  Get myself up and ready - hair & makeup.
2.  Get Patrick dressed, hair brushed, teeth brushed, face washed.  He also likes a banana and a cup of milk while he watches Wow Wow Wubbzy on the computer.
3.  Nurse Connor, change his diaper and get him dressed for the day.
4.  Attempt to spend 15 beautiful minutes of quality time with Jeff and the babes.
5.  Start cars.  (By the way, my dad got me a remote start for Christmas - how amazing is that?!)
6.  Grab all the bags, give hugs and kisses and we're out the door.  I am lucky enough to have a husband that takes both kids to the babysitter which allows me to focus on my day of teaching and get to the school a little early.
7.  We did it.  Pure awesome-ness.


P.S. - my outfit inspiration