Thursday, June 26, 2008
We bought Nathan a pool this week.
We came home from town and filled it up and he wanted in immediately. So we stripped off his diaper, and he got in. The water was freezing, but he loved it! I do have swim diapers for him, but am too cheap to put them on him when he's at home. What's the point anyways? It's not going to catch any pee, and if he happens to poop, it's not like we can't just dump the pool out. Plus - I'm a fan of the skinny dipping myself.
Grandma (Paul's mom) watched him while Paul and I frantically worked in the garden and mowed the yard before the forecasted deluge (which never materialized). I'm not sure how long he played in the pool, but the next time I looked over there, he was conked on the swing in Grandma's arms. (Definitely a recipe for sleeping: naked, sunshine, swing. What more could a baby boy want?)
And I have no idea why the text and photos are lined up like this, but I'm just too lazy to care. I figured you could enjoy the pictures anyways.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
It was not to be avoided. My last swimsuit I got when I was a senior in high school. It hasn't fit well for the last couple years, but since I don't swim much, I just wore it anyways.
But now post-Nathan, everything is shaped different. And we're going on a trip this weekend, and staying at a hotel with a pool. Decent swimsuit has become a necessity.
And let me tell you about the selection of swimsuits at Wal Mart. There are three choices. We have the super-trendy: chunky beads, gold chains, and belts. We have the old lady: garish Hawaiian print and huge tent-shaped skirts. We have the cheap: thin fabric and no extra padding (which is necessary not for adding size, but for the "nip guard" factor).
Of all of the one-pieces there were only two that I'd even think about being seen in public in - a dark red one and a black and white one. So I took those two selections into the dressing room where I found out two lessons immediately:
Even though I recently bought a size 12 dress, and size 14 jeans, a swimsuit that says 12/14 isn't guaranteed to fit. I got it up about mid-thigh and thought, "This isn't going to work." But I reminded myself that swimsuits need to be snug, so I writhed and wriggled and got it on up. I got it over my shoulders and looked in the mirror. As I see bits of myself bulging out of every opening, I realized lesson #2. Swimsuits are apparently sized to fit women more in the 5'6" range. The neckline of this thing was residing somewhere decidedly below my neckline. Well below.
I went back to the rack, only to find that this late in the season, there are gaps in the sizes. And the gaps are always the size that I need. I did find the red one in the next two sizes. The next size up still made me a little bulgy on the bottom half, so I put on the next size bigger - do you know what it did to my pride to be trying on size 18/20? Not that there's anything wrong with wearing that size, but I thought I was a size 12/14!
The bigger size fit okay, but I just didn't like how it looked enough to justify spending $30. If I'm going to drop that type of money on clothing, I want to love it, and love how I look in it.
Back to the racks.
Having exhausted the possibilites in one-pieces, I moved on to the two pieces.
I don't know why they make bikinis that fit gals like me. I'm pretty sure the rest of the world doesn't want to see me in a string bikini. I don't want to see me in a sting bikini.
I thought about one of those tankinis, but realized I would still have to wear something so cover the rest of my [wonderfully stretch-marked] belly. Plus, there was only one that didn't have some hideous belt on the bottom. So I looked at the basic bikinis.
Don't picture it too much, but what I settled on was a plain brown bikini, some cute brown swim shorts, and an orange tank. Four pieces that fit me better, and still cost less than that one-piece. And I am happier with this selection, because that means that when Nathan and I are hanging out in our kiddie pool in the backyard, I can just wear the two pieces and get a sort of a tan (as much as you can in the shade).
Because my one-year-old won't judge me for looking hideous in a bikini.
Friday, June 20, 2008
But that didn't keep me from staying in my pajamas ALL DAY until I got dressed to go out to eat with my family.
What I accomplished today:
- Fixing breakfast for myself.
- Starting on curtains for Nathan's room. (After 9+ months of having all the materials.)
- A two-hour nap.
- Gorging myself on a 12-ounce KC Strip with salad and french fries.
And tomorrow I will accomplish more of the same. And then repeat it again Sunday, which is my actual birthday.
Any guesses to how old I'm going to be?
And this is what I saw.
Paul got this great shot of the yucca plant blooming in our front yard. I curse them every time I mow, but they really are kind of pretty when they're in bloom.
Maybe my benevolent attitude toward the rain - which we don't need any more of! - is due to the fact that for the first time in a month, we were able to get in the garden. Carrie and I got all the corn weeded on Wednesday, and Paul got the whole thing tilled yesterday. Now I have a better feeling about it being able to dry out and that we may be gaining ground in our fight against the weeds.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
This is what happens when you assume that you've got enough of a base tan to go and weed in the garden for two hours without sunscreen. Oops.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Anyways. It used to be that when he woke up, the first thing he'd want to do is eat, so I'd put him in bed with me and he'd nurse and I'd doze. Then he began crawling, and there was just too much stuff that he needed to explore for him to lay there and do something as menial as eat.
Since I've only gotten 4-ish hours of sleep, I'd put him on the floor in the living room, and block off the doorway with the dining room chairs, then lay down on the couch and doze in and out.
Well apparently this morning I dozed out for longer than I thought. I had been half asleep and knew I could hear Nathan, but then realized he wasn't in the living room. He had crawled under the chairs and escaped! But I could hear him banging on something, and being happy. But he wasn't in the dining room or kitchen. So I figured he was in the bathroom playing with his bath toys. No.... I didn't see him, but I could still hear him, so I checked the back porch. (With visions of him in the cat box - gag.) No..... Then I turned around, and what do I see?
Yeah, he'd climbed the stairs. All 15 of them. And he was as pleased as punch with himself.
Previous attempts at stairs-climbing have proved disastrous. Just last week he made it up three or four while I was in the bathroom (I though he stayed in the kitchen), and fell. And screamed. He gets up there a ways, then decides to take a break and sit down, but they aren't wide enough, so he tumbles off.
Needless to say, my heart was in my throat when I saw him up there. But it really didn't need to be, since he was already up there.
So I guess I can kiss goodbye to my gradual-waking mornings. Ulgh. I need a coffee.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Needless to say, I want my own copies, so I'm telling you on my blog about her give-away. And I'd like you to win them, really I would, but the more people that sign up, the less chance I have at winning, so how 'bout you just let me win, and I'll let you look at the books afterwards?
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
GRILLED CHEESE BLTs
2 slices bread (Texas toast is best.)
2 slices cheese
1 thin slice tomato
several slices of bacon (I used packaged "real bacon" bacon bits. I'm lazy.)
You all know how to make a grilled cheese sandwich, I'm sure. For this recipe, simply put the bacon and tomato on between the two slices of cheese. Grill it until it's nice and toasty and melted.
If you want lettuce or spinach or other "greenery", put it on after it's cooked, else it will get all floppy and limp and gross. (I learned this the hard way.)
The only thing it's missing is a mayonaise, but I couldn't figure out how to cook it with the mayo without having it fall apart.
Quite scrumptuous. I'm pretty sure I'll will never have a grilled cheese without tomato from now on.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
* Link to the person who tagged you.
* Mention the rules in your blog.
* Tell about six unspectacular quirks of yours.
* Tag a new set of six following bloggers by linking to them.
1. I can't cook a real meal unless the kitchen is clean. Like dishes washed, counters wiped, faucets shining. And I hate HATE H-A-T-E cleaning the kitchen. So we eat a lot of grilled cheese, quesadillas, etc. - the types of meals that don't require any prep.
2. I am double-jointed in my thumbs.
3. I have an abnormal amount of gray hair for a 25-year-old. Am I 25? Or is it 26? Let's see... 1982.... That makes me.... Okay, I'm turning 26 here in two weeks. But still. I have a lot of gray hairs.
4. I'm obsessed with peeling skin on sunburns. The one on my back is peeling and it's driving me crazy because I can't see it.
5. I am completely obsessed with weather reports. I will watch 3 hours of crap morning show "news" (complete drivel) just to see if anything changes when they do the short 30-second weather clips every 15 minutes. And I watched two solid hours of non-stop severe weather coverage the other night (no commercials even), even though the storm was 100 miles away and not effecting us at all yet.
6. You can "air tickle" (the tickling motion, without actually touching the skin) my feet and I will still twitch and squirm and maybe even squeal.
And I don't have 6 people to tag that haven't already been tagged and filled it out. So I'll tag those I know that read this blog, and have their own: JC, Tiffany, Sam, Rachel, Elizabeth (post it on your MySpace) and Carlsie (I don't have a link for her, but I'm with Lurenda - get yourself a blog already!).
Our internet has been pretty sketchy since the big storm on Monday. They say it's working, but they're still waiting on parts. It's only worked half of Thursday, and then just now this morning.
So when things are a bit more stable with that, and my life slows down a bit, I'll get on the posting.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
When the storm hit, the whole house creaked and popped. The trees started whipping around. At one point, it was raining so hard you couldn't even see the pear tree out by the garden, which is less than 50 yards from the house. The official report was 80 mph winds, 2 inches of rain in 1/2 hour, and golf ball sized hail. Yep, we saw all of it. Paul thinks it actually rained more than that, since "you can't measure the rain very accurately when it's coming in sideways." And we couldn't measure it at all, because apparently golf-ball sized hail and glass rain guages don't go well together.
Monday, June 2, 2008
You are now at the NEW official home of "A New Mommy's Blog."
I changed over from Spaces because I wasn't completely happy with it.... How you could post pictures within the actual blog posting was very limited, and - the main reason - everyone told me how hard it was to leave comments - they'd have it all typed up and push "publish" (or whatever) and then it would disappear and all the sudden they'd be on a different page.
Hopefully you won't have that trouble here.... My friends Lurenda, Sam, Carrie, and Tiffany all have blogs on this server, and I have never had trouble leaving comments - and you don't even have to make an account! So, now that it's easier, I expect some serious commenting, folks!
I will continue to add photo slideshows to the old blog - that is one thing I wish this service had. So for the latest and greatest Nathan pics, click on the link in the sidebar.
The first couple postings I did on here are very lame - my apologies. I was trying to figure things out, and new I'd be the only one reading them, so didn't want to put a whole lot of effort into them.
Hopefully my summer blogging won't lack, but I see it's already starting to.... Lately every nap Nathan takes I've been working outside instead of vegging on the computer.
Now, we have a nursery at church. And I put him in there almost every week - I try to get him at least through announcements before we go down. But when he's down there and I'm upstairs, I'm always wondering if he's pitching a fit and can't get calmed down. He's kind of a momma's boy when he's upset. And he never takes his morning nap when we're at church, so he's always on the verge of crankiness. And then add to that that sometimes there's 10 kids down there and only two workers, and if one of the workers is 80 years old.....
I'd like my kids to know how to sit still for church. They can be in the nursery through age three, then at age four they can start going to children's church. So if you do that, then they're 10 years old and have never had to sit and be quiet for a church service.
I know it's weird, but that's just me.
Yesterday when Nathan was asleep, he kind of fidgited and leaned over and then rolled onto his belly. So he ended up stretched across Paul's lap with one cheek on his pocket. It was so cute.
We skipped out on the fellowship dinner for the first time ever, I think. We didn't have to, it's just we were having company for supper, and I wanted a nap. Didn't get it, but at least I had the option. I did lay down with Nathan for maybe 45 minutes.
We had my friend Carrie and her husband Charlie and their kids out for supper. I was an hour later having supper ready than I said I'd be (as usual for company - Paul and I usually have one or two-dish meals, so cooking a full meal - let alone a meal for 8 - I always misjudge my timing). But it was good times - they've gone to our church for two or three years now, and we're just finally getting to know them. I'm so bad at things like that.
Nathan is teething. He got a new tooth on bottom (his third) last week, and I think the other top tooth broke through just yesterday. That makes for extra crankiness, plus a fever last night.
Well, the babysitting boys just got here, so I should probably pay attention.