And so, as I picked up a sleeping Wubba Mayter last night from Darina's I noticed that the pink eye had returned to rear it's ugly puss in full force in both eyes. Sigh. So tired of the pink eye. Spent today in the house, attempting to keep her hands out of her eyes, the ointment in her eyes, and her hands washed whenever I saw the hands in the eyes.
One super cute thing did happen tonight, though. We were in full-on chill out mode on the sofa (or at least I was) and she was busy playing around. She walked over to the wall in front of the couch when she glimpsed it. It followed her everywhere she went, it moved when she did, it was super scary and made her run away to the couch and climb into my lap and refuse to return to the wall. It was her shadow. For awhile, before the fear set in, during the discovery phase, she was enamored with it; playing and moving her limbs. It was really cute to watch. But, she'd decided that she didn't like being followed and copied, I suppose.
I'm tired of not being able to talk with Adam regularly. It's getting ridiculous. The last few times we have talked, we've bickered. Sometimes, I wonder what goes on in his head. He says he doesn't need Chantix to quit, but that he could borrow some of someone else's. Why take someone else's prescription medication? I don't even want to continue on my exasperation. I don't have the time or emotional energy to try to explain to a grown man why this is wrong. In the perpetual mental state of stress that I'm in, I really don't have any patience, either. If he wants to do that, it's his business and his decision. I just don't think it's a good one. How do you explain to a child that it's ok to take some medicine that isn't yours, but not others? You don't. And I fully believe that in order to instill certain values and integrity in her, I have to live those things. I think that perhaps, given the situation he is in, and lack of contact with her, he doesn't think of those things. I understand this, though. But, perhaps, he should try to look at things from that perspective.
Every day, I am asking myself what kind of mother I want to be. Every little decision I make determines that in little tiny ways. Do I pick up more shifts to make money for christmas presents, but spend less time with her? Do I do the dishes right away before watching television? Do I eat my vegetables? Do I keep my word when I tell someone I'll do something, no matter what it is? Do I treat other people with respect, even those that test my patience? Do I talk with my mouth full? Everything I do is under scrutiny, by myself. I'm not dissatisfied with who I am as a mother, because of this fact. I know there are some things I definitely need to work on, ehem, vegetables. But, sometimes I wonder if fathers have this self-examination mechanism built in that mothers do. I'm sure they do, but about different things. Big picture things, maybe. I don't know if Adam does. I don't know if he thinks of these things, at all. I wish I did. I wish we talked more, so I could ask him. I think this is definitely tough, will be tough on us. Are these the types of negotiations we'll have to learn to make as parents that parent together once he's home again? Will his values coincide with mine? What if, like with cleaning, my standards (or his) are higher than the other person's? Whose, then, would we hold her accountable to? I guess we'd both have to discuss it. I know there are some things that I am unwilling to compromise on. Should I? Should I compromise a value I want her to have, or an ethic, or a standard I want her to uphold because his are not the same? What does all of this really mean for her? How will all of this affect her? Will she be ok?
Sunday, November 8, 2009
6Nov2009 - Day 91
My first double at work. The day shift was great, the usual. Made a good amount of money. Night time was....not what I expected. It was great having a girls night behind the bar with Caitlin and Shelby; but it didn't turn out how I expected it to. It wasn't as much fun as I thought it would be. Mostly, it was the guests. They weren't very nice, and pretty much camped out not ordering much or they would order and go to a table and want to transfer. A bunch of work making drinks for nothing! There were also the other guys who'd come and sit at the bar, order a beer and leave a quarter; or nothing. It was appalling. I seriously didn't enjoy it. There were no regulars, and the service expectation was totally different than what I was used to. I made pretty good money, but it really could have been more. Oh, well. I'll stick to my days and work on building up the regulars more.
All in all, exhausted, but glad to be able to work the shift so that I didn't lose out too much on money being off for two days with Taylor.
All in all, exhausted, but glad to be able to work the shift so that I didn't lose out too much on money being off for two days with Taylor.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
5Nov2009 - Day 90
Why, it seems, when crazy things happen, are these the days that I don't talk to Adam. Not that I'm mad, but he calls more frequently when I have very little exciting to tell him. The poor daddy has no idea about Taylor's eye.
Well, she isn't exactly in incapable hands. He needn't worry anyway. lol
Today, I ran out of things to do while she napped. Her eye was a ton better, both of them actually. Boredom, and the desire to go back to work set in. I agreed to drive Sabrina to work, which was exciting because it's rare that they need favors, and frequent that I do. While driving her, I saw a sign on a school that said that November 11 was Veteran's Day, so Darina will be closed next Wednesday. Damn it. Sabrina said that she'd watch Taylor, and Delmo happened to be off too, so he'll be excited. Judging by his sentimental "poor taylor" texts and things, I think he misses her anyway.
A relatively unproductive and uneventful day, I am just glad that her eyes are better and she can go back to daycare tomorrow. I will be working a double, and working with Caitlin and Shelby. Yay girls night! I'm excited that neither of the boys will be there to heckle me, because I know they would. Caitlin also said that even though I am picking up the 2nd off shift, I could be first off. I don't know if I'll take her up on the offer or not. I'm paying for nightcare no matter if I come home at 9 or 10 or 11; and an hour isn't a big difference. I guess it just depends on exactly how tired I am from my first double since before I got pregnant with Taylor.
And now for Thursday night television....my favorite day. CSI, Grey's, Real Housewives...
Well, she isn't exactly in incapable hands. He needn't worry anyway. lol
Today, I ran out of things to do while she napped. Her eye was a ton better, both of them actually. Boredom, and the desire to go back to work set in. I agreed to drive Sabrina to work, which was exciting because it's rare that they need favors, and frequent that I do. While driving her, I saw a sign on a school that said that November 11 was Veteran's Day, so Darina will be closed next Wednesday. Damn it. Sabrina said that she'd watch Taylor, and Delmo happened to be off too, so he'll be excited. Judging by his sentimental "poor taylor" texts and things, I think he misses her anyway.
A relatively unproductive and uneventful day, I am just glad that her eyes are better and she can go back to daycare tomorrow. I will be working a double, and working with Caitlin and Shelby. Yay girls night! I'm excited that neither of the boys will be there to heckle me, because I know they would. Caitlin also said that even though I am picking up the 2nd off shift, I could be first off. I don't know if I'll take her up on the offer or not. I'm paying for nightcare no matter if I come home at 9 or 10 or 11; and an hour isn't a big difference. I guess it just depends on exactly how tired I am from my first double since before I got pregnant with Taylor.
And now for Thursday night television....my favorite day. CSI, Grey's, Real Housewives...
4Nov2009 - Day 89
While, yes, I was truly dissapointed about not being able to work; I did accept it for what it was and move on. I proceeded to try to enjoy my day off with Taylor. Caitlin covered my shift, so I was confident that everything was alright at work.
When Taylor woke up, her eye was swollen and glued shut. She looked absolutely awful. But, she had no clue. She was happy, her usual self. I grabbed a warm washcloth and applied it, with much resistance. It seemed to unglue the eye enough for it to open as wide as the swelling would allow; which wasn't very far. We changed the diaper, and went through our usual routine. I'd applied more gook to her eye; sort of. I worried all day about how much was actually getting into the eye. She seemed still in pain, so it was tough to get her to allow me to do it.
We lazed about for most of the morning, and I enjoyed some internet surfing. I quickly ran out of things to surf about, and prepared dinner in the slow cooker. Nichol and I were supposed to get together for dinner, but given the current situation, I didn't want to take Taylor out in public. I know it's shallow, and horrible; but I was as much worried about the silent judging at the sight of her swollen eye (looking like she was abused) as I was the contagiousness of the condition. I did have to run to Safeway to get sour cream for the stroganoff, so we did do that. By then, the swelling had subsided quite a bit; but the eye socket was still quite red. Almost as if it was some weird grocery store curse, I noticed a bit of gook in the other eye while we were in Safeway. I sighed. I guess I wasn't going back to work tomorrow. At home, I applied the medicine gook to both eyes, and hoped that catching it and treating it before it became horrible like the other eye would help. I'm no doctor, but I am convinced that she got something in the first eye, and that the condition was a result of that and then spread to the other eye and that was why (plus the lack of multiple eye washings and quick treatment) it wasn't as severe.
Nichol came, and dinner was great. Taylor still looked pretty bad, but she was feeling better. After she went to bed, Nichol and I proceeded to the couch with our wine glasses and the bottle of pinot grigio for refills. We talked for awhile, and she told me all about her Napa Valley trip; which sounded absolutely wonderful. During all of this, I tried to cover my shift. Dom ended up doing it, but I agreed that I would work his (gulp) Friday night if Darina would agree to sit Taylor. This way he wouldn't end up in overtime. Part of me scared (I've never worked a night shift), and part of me excited I went to bed shortly after Nichol left.
When Taylor woke up, her eye was swollen and glued shut. She looked absolutely awful. But, she had no clue. She was happy, her usual self. I grabbed a warm washcloth and applied it, with much resistance. It seemed to unglue the eye enough for it to open as wide as the swelling would allow; which wasn't very far. We changed the diaper, and went through our usual routine. I'd applied more gook to her eye; sort of. I worried all day about how much was actually getting into the eye. She seemed still in pain, so it was tough to get her to allow me to do it.
We lazed about for most of the morning, and I enjoyed some internet surfing. I quickly ran out of things to surf about, and prepared dinner in the slow cooker. Nichol and I were supposed to get together for dinner, but given the current situation, I didn't want to take Taylor out in public. I know it's shallow, and horrible; but I was as much worried about the silent judging at the sight of her swollen eye (looking like she was abused) as I was the contagiousness of the condition. I did have to run to Safeway to get sour cream for the stroganoff, so we did do that. By then, the swelling had subsided quite a bit; but the eye socket was still quite red. Almost as if it was some weird grocery store curse, I noticed a bit of gook in the other eye while we were in Safeway. I sighed. I guess I wasn't going back to work tomorrow. At home, I applied the medicine gook to both eyes, and hoped that catching it and treating it before it became horrible like the other eye would help. I'm no doctor, but I am convinced that she got something in the first eye, and that the condition was a result of that and then spread to the other eye and that was why (plus the lack of multiple eye washings and quick treatment) it wasn't as severe.
Nichol came, and dinner was great. Taylor still looked pretty bad, but she was feeling better. After she went to bed, Nichol and I proceeded to the couch with our wine glasses and the bottle of pinot grigio for refills. We talked for awhile, and she told me all about her Napa Valley trip; which sounded absolutely wonderful. During all of this, I tried to cover my shift. Dom ended up doing it, but I agreed that I would work his (gulp) Friday night if Darina would agree to sit Taylor. This way he wouldn't end up in overtime. Part of me scared (I've never worked a night shift), and part of me excited I went to bed shortly after Nichol left.
3Nov2009 - Day 88
It seems like every day usually starts out pretty normal. Somehow or another, today turned into a not so normal day. A day like any other, I was contentedly busy at work; happy to be back and making money. I picked up Taylor at Darina's and we made our way to the commissary for a few items. We weren't very far in, the produce section - when I saw it. It looked like something floating around in her eye. From the looks of it, my best guess was she'd been eating a cracker and somehow managed to put some already chewed mush of it into her eye. At least, that was what it looked like. But it was a big chunk, so I took her right away to the bathroom and tried to wash it out. We made it halfway around the store when the white mush that had seemed a relatively cohesive mass started to turn booger like and was oozing out of her eye. It was also stuck in her eyelashes. Abandoning our cart, we went back to the bathroom for some more eye washing. Satisfied that I would have to perform a more thorough surgery at home, we continued on to the bread aisle. By the time we'd lapped the market and reached the final destination dairy section, her eye was swollen and looked like someone had punched her.
I resolved to possibly go to the emergency room if the condition of it didn't improve.
By the time we'd gotten home, it was swollen almost shut and starting to ooze an extremely sticky yellow booger like substance. It was super gross. And I was praying that it wasn't pink eye. I really can't afford more time off.
I did a thorough eye washing, much to the chagrin and visible discomfort of my little patient. Nothing improved. In fact, it oozed and gooked even more. It was getting really red. I couldn't take it anymore, and off to the emergency room we went.
Sitting in the waiting room, after a relatively quick triage, I noted the fullness of the chairs. People were wearing masks, kids were squirming and whining uncomfortably. It seemed as though most of the patients, although I knew that they were military and military families, were homeless people off of the street. Everyone, even the parents of the sick kids, looked terrible. I hoped I didn't ooze white trash like the other people in the room. (I feel so much better getting that out. I know it's wrong to judge; but it was fifty degrees outside and the finest example of my analysis was wearing short athletic shorts and had faded (now) bluish tattoos in random locations on her legs. One was a huge set of baby footprints plastered randomly across the side and front of her thighs. The idea was good, but it definitely fell short in execution. And she wasn't thin enough to look good in the shorts, either. She was kind of blockish and manish. It was super gross.)
The same lovely people I speak of previously were talking about the hours they'd waited. I settled in for a long wait. Taylor's eye was gooking uncontrollably, despite all my efforts to wipe it. It seemed painful for her for me to touch it, so I tried to wipe when it was least expected. She chirped at everyone who walked by, or was sitting near us, "Hieee!" It was cute. At least, she was in good spirits. The wait dragged on, and I noted that one young guy in blue scrubs seemed to really do very little but meander in and about the waiting room and empty rooms surrounding it. Everyone that I saw moved with little to no sense of urgency. It was super annoying. Imagine if I moved with that little urgency when these same people were in the restaurant. And that's just food. You'd think that people dealing with the lives and health of other people would move a little quicker.
Finally, after three hours we are called. We go into the room and the "doctor" takes about ten minutes to show up. He's my age-ish, a captain, and a resident. Not an attending. He looks like a rookie. He moves uncomfortably and unconfidently like a rookie. He talks like a rookie. He touches Taylor like a rookie. It was super annoying. I resolve that when he says he's going to get his boss that I won't let them mess this up. I immediately distrust him. He seems to truly not have seen pink eye before, or whatever is wrong with her. He tells me that he is pretty sure that that is what it is. I ask if it's usually so swollen. He says, "It can be." Really? What does that mean? Then another guy comes back in with him, a sergeant. Obviously, not his boss. They put some gook into her eye, turn the lights out, and shine a black light on it. Her tears, as she screams in pain and annoyance illuminate in a neon yellow under the blacklight. He's looking for scratches he says. From what I can tell, her eyes open for maybe a millisecond, yet he's satisfied that there is no scratch. I'm not convinced, but I am glad that the whole process is over.
He leaves again, and this time comes back with a guy, same rank, much different walk and demeanor and a name tag that says "senior resident." I'm feeling slightly better. He seems to know what he's doing. Pink eye, they say. Then they leave. They say nothing to me at all. They just walked out. Really? I wait about ten to fifteen minutes, as an exhausted Taylor falls asleep with the bright lights on in the bed. I open the door, and catch the eye of someone. I tell him that we've been waiting and the doctors left and said nothing, and I'd like to know what's going on. He returns to tell me that the doctor is doing paperwork, and that he'll be right back. The doctor jr returns and apologizes, not for leaving without communicating at all, but for the wait. He prescribes the ointment, and asks if I have any questions. He was very unthorough about it. Thank goodness I knew what to do from when I had pink eye.
Thank goodness, also, that Madigan sends a survey for every time you go to the hospital. Until now, I've never filled one out. I will definitely be filling this one out when it arrives. The hospital did call and schedule a follow up appointment for Monday. I can't wait to tell the doctor about my experience when I arrive.
I also, like an idiot, left the stroller in the car. So I had to carry a sleeping Taylor, her diaper bag and my purse to the pharmacy, which was at least a ten minute walk through the entire hospital. At the pharmacy, there was a wheelchair so I set her in it sleeping, albeit crunched up. I used it to wheel our way back to the ER and left it by the door. Back at home, I attempted to apply the first round of medicine to a sleeping wubba. She flinched every time I came near the eye, so I'm not sure if any actually got in the eye. But, we'd see tomorrow how it looked. It was late, and I was off to bed.
I resolved to possibly go to the emergency room if the condition of it didn't improve.
By the time we'd gotten home, it was swollen almost shut and starting to ooze an extremely sticky yellow booger like substance. It was super gross. And I was praying that it wasn't pink eye. I really can't afford more time off.
I did a thorough eye washing, much to the chagrin and visible discomfort of my little patient. Nothing improved. In fact, it oozed and gooked even more. It was getting really red. I couldn't take it anymore, and off to the emergency room we went.
Sitting in the waiting room, after a relatively quick triage, I noted the fullness of the chairs. People were wearing masks, kids were squirming and whining uncomfortably. It seemed as though most of the patients, although I knew that they were military and military families, were homeless people off of the street. Everyone, even the parents of the sick kids, looked terrible. I hoped I didn't ooze white trash like the other people in the room. (I feel so much better getting that out. I know it's wrong to judge; but it was fifty degrees outside and the finest example of my analysis was wearing short athletic shorts and had faded (now) bluish tattoos in random locations on her legs. One was a huge set of baby footprints plastered randomly across the side and front of her thighs. The idea was good, but it definitely fell short in execution. And she wasn't thin enough to look good in the shorts, either. She was kind of blockish and manish. It was super gross.)
The same lovely people I speak of previously were talking about the hours they'd waited. I settled in for a long wait. Taylor's eye was gooking uncontrollably, despite all my efforts to wipe it. It seemed painful for her for me to touch it, so I tried to wipe when it was least expected. She chirped at everyone who walked by, or was sitting near us, "Hieee!" It was cute. At least, she was in good spirits. The wait dragged on, and I noted that one young guy in blue scrubs seemed to really do very little but meander in and about the waiting room and empty rooms surrounding it. Everyone that I saw moved with little to no sense of urgency. It was super annoying. Imagine if I moved with that little urgency when these same people were in the restaurant. And that's just food. You'd think that people dealing with the lives and health of other people would move a little quicker.
Finally, after three hours we are called. We go into the room and the "doctor" takes about ten minutes to show up. He's my age-ish, a captain, and a resident. Not an attending. He looks like a rookie. He moves uncomfortably and unconfidently like a rookie. He talks like a rookie. He touches Taylor like a rookie. It was super annoying. I resolve that when he says he's going to get his boss that I won't let them mess this up. I immediately distrust him. He seems to truly not have seen pink eye before, or whatever is wrong with her. He tells me that he is pretty sure that that is what it is. I ask if it's usually so swollen. He says, "It can be." Really? What does that mean? Then another guy comes back in with him, a sergeant. Obviously, not his boss. They put some gook into her eye, turn the lights out, and shine a black light on it. Her tears, as she screams in pain and annoyance illuminate in a neon yellow under the blacklight. He's looking for scratches he says. From what I can tell, her eyes open for maybe a millisecond, yet he's satisfied that there is no scratch. I'm not convinced, but I am glad that the whole process is over.
He leaves again, and this time comes back with a guy, same rank, much different walk and demeanor and a name tag that says "senior resident." I'm feeling slightly better. He seems to know what he's doing. Pink eye, they say. Then they leave. They say nothing to me at all. They just walked out. Really? I wait about ten to fifteen minutes, as an exhausted Taylor falls asleep with the bright lights on in the bed. I open the door, and catch the eye of someone. I tell him that we've been waiting and the doctors left and said nothing, and I'd like to know what's going on. He returns to tell me that the doctor is doing paperwork, and that he'll be right back. The doctor jr returns and apologizes, not for leaving without communicating at all, but for the wait. He prescribes the ointment, and asks if I have any questions. He was very unthorough about it. Thank goodness I knew what to do from when I had pink eye.
Thank goodness, also, that Madigan sends a survey for every time you go to the hospital. Until now, I've never filled one out. I will definitely be filling this one out when it arrives. The hospital did call and schedule a follow up appointment for Monday. I can't wait to tell the doctor about my experience when I arrive.
I also, like an idiot, left the stroller in the car. So I had to carry a sleeping Taylor, her diaper bag and my purse to the pharmacy, which was at least a ten minute walk through the entire hospital. At the pharmacy, there was a wheelchair so I set her in it sleeping, albeit crunched up. I used it to wheel our way back to the ER and left it by the door. Back at home, I attempted to apply the first round of medicine to a sleeping wubba. She flinched every time I came near the eye, so I'm not sure if any actually got in the eye. But, we'd see tomorrow how it looked. It was late, and I was off to bed.
Monday, November 2, 2009
1,2 Nov2009 - Day 86,87
So I've decided that it isn't cheating to combine days. I mean, honestly, I don't have profound realizations and amazing epiphanies or action packed days every day. Some days are extraordinarily boring. Some days, I spend the morning hanging around, cleaning, cooking eggs for breakfast, watching disney channel, showering in peace during a wubba mayter nap, then venturing over the the Delmos house for an evening of the most delicious pork chops of my life, three vodka/sprite zeros, and extreme makeover: home edition. Yes, some days are Sundays.
I could, however, devote an entire day's blog to the win of the ravens over the devil spawn broncos. (haha woman and brian) I almost feel as though I am doing an injustice to the great 2010 Ravens by not devoting a blog just to the day of their triumph over the crappos. But, then, would it be too much hoopla over A win. It would almost put too much emphasis on one singular win. It would almost suggest that we win so infrequently, that a whole day's blog should be devoted to the rare and elusive event. But, no. Our streak of losses was broken, and a paragraph in a blog devoted to two days is sufficient celebratory remark space. (Some would call it gloating.)
Today, Monday, was great. Taylor woke up at 7am sharp (dang daylights savings time!); my alarm ringing in unison to her dainty inquisitive "mommy?"s. We jumped out of bed, eager to begin the day. (HAHA. Bet everyone that knows me is like "yeah, right.") I stumbled out, sleepy eyed. I think some eyelashes were stuck to my face. A diaper change, outfit change, and bed making later, we were headed downstairs for breakfast. Sadie in tow, I deposited her outside in the (sigh) fenced yard (so jealous, delmos. So jealous) to do her business while I fed Taylor some creme caramel yogurt parfait, brewed the sweet nectar of the gods for myself, and miked some veggie sausages. (I noticed that Sabrina prefers to call them soy sausages. Funny, the things we tell ourselves. I feel better thinking they are made of veggies. She feels better thinking they are made of soy. Not sure which is more accurate.) Woman eventually made it downstairs, and we were on our way a bit earlier than, quite frankly, ever before. We stopped for her to get some coffee, and to the Little Gym we went. Arriving early for the first time ever, I registered for our next session. Taylor and I will now be able to go every Monday until June! I chose the three tier payment plan, because that allows me to save the cash each time and not have to use the bank account. The class went alright, but Taylor was slightly cranky and tired and thus, less cooperative and social. I don't know if it's the time change, or the teething; but she has like three teeth breaking through all at once. Poor baby. After the Little Gym, we pit stopped at Costco so woman could get some christmas presents that she'd seen there before. Of course, we were both dissapointed. There were no samplers, and both gifts she'd been looking for were gone. I did find a small gift for Delmo for christmas, and she bought some scotch tape for wrapping presents. I dropped her off at her house, then proceeded to my house for the dog leash and then to Darina's to drop Taylor off. I headed back to Sabrina's, where we had lunch and then were on our way for our 3.7 mile walk with ALL three dogs. It was smooth sailing until we got to a road about halfway in our loop. It was a "country" road. Neighborhoods, and farms lining it; there was no sidewalk and barely a shoulder. Cars were zooming by, some were veering into the oncoming lane to give us space. The dogs were freaking out; Scruffy refused to walk and was carried. Dash whined and cried. Sadie, however, was on the best behavior of the entire walk. Wierd dog. After we decided that our lives were more important than this three mile walk, we determined that we'd try different spots each Monday. We'll do the airfield loop (a few miles) on base, we'll go downtown Tacoma and do the new dog friendly loop. Our goal is to walk a few miles each Monday. And judging by the burn of my knee pits, inner thighs, and calves when I flex; I could use the continued exercise. I really want to be healthy. I don't smoke, but my lower back hurts when I sit too long. My stomach muscles feel on fire from the yoga, and are obviously all stretched apart from Miss Taylor. I'd like to strenghthen them before I have permanent back issues. Already, I feel improved posture from the yoga, and less back pain. Plus, it totally beat laying around doing nothing all day or running errands.
We are new women now!
I could, however, devote an entire day's blog to the win of the ravens over the devil spawn broncos. (haha woman and brian) I almost feel as though I am doing an injustice to the great 2010 Ravens by not devoting a blog just to the day of their triumph over the crappos. But, then, would it be too much hoopla over A win. It would almost put too much emphasis on one singular win. It would almost suggest that we win so infrequently, that a whole day's blog should be devoted to the rare and elusive event. But, no. Our streak of losses was broken, and a paragraph in a blog devoted to two days is sufficient celebratory remark space. (Some would call it gloating.)
Today, Monday, was great. Taylor woke up at 7am sharp (dang daylights savings time!); my alarm ringing in unison to her dainty inquisitive "mommy?"s. We jumped out of bed, eager to begin the day. (HAHA. Bet everyone that knows me is like "yeah, right.") I stumbled out, sleepy eyed. I think some eyelashes were stuck to my face. A diaper change, outfit change, and bed making later, we were headed downstairs for breakfast. Sadie in tow, I deposited her outside in the (sigh) fenced yard (so jealous, delmos. So jealous) to do her business while I fed Taylor some creme caramel yogurt parfait, brewed the sweet nectar of the gods for myself, and miked some veggie sausages. (I noticed that Sabrina prefers to call them soy sausages. Funny, the things we tell ourselves. I feel better thinking they are made of veggies. She feels better thinking they are made of soy. Not sure which is more accurate.) Woman eventually made it downstairs, and we were on our way a bit earlier than, quite frankly, ever before. We stopped for her to get some coffee, and to the Little Gym we went. Arriving early for the first time ever, I registered for our next session. Taylor and I will now be able to go every Monday until June! I chose the three tier payment plan, because that allows me to save the cash each time and not have to use the bank account. The class went alright, but Taylor was slightly cranky and tired and thus, less cooperative and social. I don't know if it's the time change, or the teething; but she has like three teeth breaking through all at once. Poor baby. After the Little Gym, we pit stopped at Costco so woman could get some christmas presents that she'd seen there before. Of course, we were both dissapointed. There were no samplers, and both gifts she'd been looking for were gone. I did find a small gift for Delmo for christmas, and she bought some scotch tape for wrapping presents. I dropped her off at her house, then proceeded to my house for the dog leash and then to Darina's to drop Taylor off. I headed back to Sabrina's, where we had lunch and then were on our way for our 3.7 mile walk with ALL three dogs. It was smooth sailing until we got to a road about halfway in our loop. It was a "country" road. Neighborhoods, and farms lining it; there was no sidewalk and barely a shoulder. Cars were zooming by, some were veering into the oncoming lane to give us space. The dogs were freaking out; Scruffy refused to walk and was carried. Dash whined and cried. Sadie, however, was on the best behavior of the entire walk. Wierd dog. After we decided that our lives were more important than this three mile walk, we determined that we'd try different spots each Monday. We'll do the airfield loop (a few miles) on base, we'll go downtown Tacoma and do the new dog friendly loop. Our goal is to walk a few miles each Monday. And judging by the burn of my knee pits, inner thighs, and calves when I flex; I could use the continued exercise. I really want to be healthy. I don't smoke, but my lower back hurts when I sit too long. My stomach muscles feel on fire from the yoga, and are obviously all stretched apart from Miss Taylor. I'd like to strenghthen them before I have permanent back issues. Already, I feel improved posture from the yoga, and less back pain. Plus, it totally beat laying around doing nothing all day or running errands.
We are new women now!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
31Oct2009 - Day 85
In an effort to curtail any further procrastination in my blogging, I've decided to just start now and then go back and fill in the missing days as I can. I don't want it to get to the point where I am like "eh, forget it." and not finish it for the rest of the year.
Ah, Halloween. This one was much different than any previous halloweens. This one had no plans of drunken debauchery, no outlandish costuming complete with phony spray-in haircolor. Nope, this was my first G rated Halloween. Well, PG if you count the fact that I did have a corona while out trick or treating. The day started out ordinarily enough. Taylor and I lazed about the house, random bits of cleaning and laundry thrown in for good measure. As is becoming the new tradition on the weekends, I made us a full breakfast. Butterscotch pancakes, today. We ate, we watched cartoons, we played, we read books. Then we napped. I thought about accomplishing things while she napped; but alas, I succumbed to the nap demons myself. Or angels, really. We slept for about two hours; although I swear it took me half of that to fall asleep.
Halloween night was packed with social activity for us. We went to Alicia's house for an hour for her party, then trick or treating with Amelia and a few other parents on base. Her husband is also in the Army, and she has a two year old. It was perfect for Taylor. We got them all ready, and loaded into the stroller. Off we went, to the new houses which were like triplexes. It was already almost seven, and getting dark; but we figured it was prime trick or treating time. I think we were a little late, because most houses were out of candy. Everyone who did have some was outside, sitting on their porch. Taylor loved it. She'd be out of the stroller, bounding, running up the front walk. Before I could even have her pumpkin trick or treat basket off of the hook on the stroller, she'd be up there with a bundle of other children. On occasion, we managed to get her to say "trick or treat", but it sounded more like "tee teet." (It was still adorable.) All in all, we probably hit 8-10 houses, and thankfully got a selection of candy other than chocolate. (I was, however, excited for the kit kats that we did get!) Afterwards, we went over to the Delmos to see all of Delmos decorations. He had a smoke machine, moving spiders, and groaning corpse things on ropes, along with spooky music and a strobe light. It was not for the faint of heart. He was darn near out of candy, and had made more than a few little girls cry. Taylor did great walking up the front walk until he turned the smoke on. I don't know if it was the hissing noise that it made, or the fact that it came sweeping over half of her body so quickly but she beelined for me, and tugged her way up into my arms. Her little grip was fierce, and she made it clear when I tried, that I was not to put her down until the smoke had cleared. We chuckled and made our way inside to eat a few bits of candy. In the kitchen, we somehow all ended up on the floor attempting to eat nerds. Somehow, under the eye of the video camera, Taylor figured out that it was hilarious to "push" mommy over. Of course she wasn't strong enough to, or even trying with much force; but she thought it was great to push me over, then help me back up. We did it over and over and over.
Surprisingly, it was ten and she was still awake; but the crankiness was creeping in...almost as fast as the smoke had over her little legs. We said our goodbyes and drove home. I was super nervous driving home, because it was a Saturday Halloween night. All the drunks would be out driving soon, so I wanted to hurry up and get home safely. We did, with her fast asleep before we even left the Delmos neighborhood.
Her sack of potatoes costume was definitely a hit all around, and I am proud of myself for thinking of it in the first place. I figured that this would be the last one I'd be able to choose a costume for her, so I wanted to do something funny.
I had a great time with her, and got a couple of pictures; I can't wait to do it again next year!
Ah, Halloween. This one was much different than any previous halloweens. This one had no plans of drunken debauchery, no outlandish costuming complete with phony spray-in haircolor. Nope, this was my first G rated Halloween. Well, PG if you count the fact that I did have a corona while out trick or treating. The day started out ordinarily enough. Taylor and I lazed about the house, random bits of cleaning and laundry thrown in for good measure. As is becoming the new tradition on the weekends, I made us a full breakfast. Butterscotch pancakes, today. We ate, we watched cartoons, we played, we read books. Then we napped. I thought about accomplishing things while she napped; but alas, I succumbed to the nap demons myself. Or angels, really. We slept for about two hours; although I swear it took me half of that to fall asleep.
Halloween night was packed with social activity for us. We went to Alicia's house for an hour for her party, then trick or treating with Amelia and a few other parents on base. Her husband is also in the Army, and she has a two year old. It was perfect for Taylor. We got them all ready, and loaded into the stroller. Off we went, to the new houses which were like triplexes. It was already almost seven, and getting dark; but we figured it was prime trick or treating time. I think we were a little late, because most houses were out of candy. Everyone who did have some was outside, sitting on their porch. Taylor loved it. She'd be out of the stroller, bounding, running up the front walk. Before I could even have her pumpkin trick or treat basket off of the hook on the stroller, she'd be up there with a bundle of other children. On occasion, we managed to get her to say "trick or treat", but it sounded more like "tee teet." (It was still adorable.) All in all, we probably hit 8-10 houses, and thankfully got a selection of candy other than chocolate. (I was, however, excited for the kit kats that we did get!) Afterwards, we went over to the Delmos to see all of Delmos decorations. He had a smoke machine, moving spiders, and groaning corpse things on ropes, along with spooky music and a strobe light. It was not for the faint of heart. He was darn near out of candy, and had made more than a few little girls cry. Taylor did great walking up the front walk until he turned the smoke on. I don't know if it was the hissing noise that it made, or the fact that it came sweeping over half of her body so quickly but she beelined for me, and tugged her way up into my arms. Her little grip was fierce, and she made it clear when I tried, that I was not to put her down until the smoke had cleared. We chuckled and made our way inside to eat a few bits of candy. In the kitchen, we somehow all ended up on the floor attempting to eat nerds. Somehow, under the eye of the video camera, Taylor figured out that it was hilarious to "push" mommy over. Of course she wasn't strong enough to, or even trying with much force; but she thought it was great to push me over, then help me back up. We did it over and over and over.
Surprisingly, it was ten and she was still awake; but the crankiness was creeping in...almost as fast as the smoke had over her little legs. We said our goodbyes and drove home. I was super nervous driving home, because it was a Saturday Halloween night. All the drunks would be out driving soon, so I wanted to hurry up and get home safely. We did, with her fast asleep before we even left the Delmos neighborhood.
Her sack of potatoes costume was definitely a hit all around, and I am proud of myself for thinking of it in the first place. I figured that this would be the last one I'd be able to choose a costume for her, so I wanted to do something funny.
I had a great time with her, and got a couple of pictures; I can't wait to do it again next year!
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