OMG you guys. I have been so hungry today. I could tell you everything I have eaten, but you would not believe me. (A whole cantaloupe, people, and that's the tip of the iceberg).
Hear the news about cell phones and cancer? I freaking TOLD YOU SO. Now please stop mocking me for using speaker phone all the damn time.
This is the last day of my almost-successful-and-would-have-been-totally-successful-excet-that-Blogger-crapped-out month of May blogging, and all I can do is talk about how hungry I am between preparing and eating batches of butter and jelly slathered toast.Sorry about that. Also, I could use a bigger toaster.
Sorry the content has not been riveting. I guess there's a reason I don't blog everyday.
Oh! Jack says "burry" when something is cold, and it's the cutest thing ever-- just wanted to record that. Also tonight at t-ball, he looked contemplatively at the players on the field and asked, "Them want to see my butt?" Then he mooned the field because he must have answered himself affirmatively. Classy.
Harry's t-ball friends are starting to get their collective crap together. Several hitters would have been out today at first if anyone were keeping any kind of score. Only a couple kids (NOT MINE) knocked over the tee instead of the hitting the ball, and there was no crying. That's a win.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
Pool day!
This is Harry before we went to the pool (Jack was screaming "Me no go swimming! Me stay home!" at this moment and had been ever since I pulled out the sunscreen).
This is Harry after swimming. Note he got sunburned in two little places UNDER HIS EYES, the only places on his body where I didn't cover him with UPF cloth or slather him with sunscreen (because who puts sunscreen in their freaking LASH LINE?). Why don't my kids have any pigment?
Jack was okay once we got to the pool. He sat by the side and splashed before Ben got there, and after Ben came to the pool, he and Jack partied it up in the baby pool. Which was hose-water freezing. As was the lower pool. I jumped in (because the heated upper pool was super crowded, and I thought the lifeguards were just being big babies when they told us that we'd like the upper pool better), and I instantly jumped back out because the water was so cold I could not breathe. OMG. The diving pool was supposedly frigid, too, but I took the lifeguards' word for that one. I hope the lower pool warms up soon, though, because it was super crowded today.
I actually don't like this pool as well as the one we joined last year. It's just not as nice. No one is reminding anyone to shower. The lounge chairs leave that weave pattern on my thighs. You can eat anywhere you want, and some kids were eating Jiff out of a jar on the upper pool deck when we got there. Who does that? A kid was also eating Doritos in the baby pool. WTH? But it's about 10 miles closer to our new house than last year's pool. So. Also, Harry LOVED it.
I, by the way, LOVED wearing a rlong-sleeved rash guard. So easy! So much less sunscreen! No tan lines! Genius!
This is Harry after swimming. Note he got sunburned in two little places UNDER HIS EYES, the only places on his body where I didn't cover him with UPF cloth or slather him with sunscreen (because who puts sunscreen in their freaking LASH LINE?). Why don't my kids have any pigment?
Jack was okay once we got to the pool. He sat by the side and splashed before Ben got there, and after Ben came to the pool, he and Jack partied it up in the baby pool. Which was hose-water freezing. As was the lower pool. I jumped in (because the heated upper pool was super crowded, and I thought the lifeguards were just being big babies when they told us that we'd like the upper pool better), and I instantly jumped back out because the water was so cold I could not breathe. OMG. The diving pool was supposedly frigid, too, but I took the lifeguards' word for that one. I hope the lower pool warms up soon, though, because it was super crowded today.
I actually don't like this pool as well as the one we joined last year. It's just not as nice. No one is reminding anyone to shower. The lounge chairs leave that weave pattern on my thighs. You can eat anywhere you want, and some kids were eating Jiff out of a jar on the upper pool deck when we got there. Who does that? A kid was also eating Doritos in the baby pool. WTH? But it's about 10 miles closer to our new house than last year's pool. So. Also, Harry LOVED it.
I, by the way, LOVED wearing a rlong-sleeved rash guard. So easy! So much less sunscreen! No tan lines! Genius!
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Not a lot going on.
My biggest accomplishment today (besides bleaching the shower grout to a sparking white) was that we stuck to our shopping list at Whole Foods, successfully avoiding $10/lb garlic green beans from the deli and the whole pie case. I admit, the piepass was hard for me, but I was so excited to have discovered organic peaches, the first of the season and my one impulse buy of the trip, that I barely stole a second glance at my favorite pie, the unfortunately named "fudge-bottom." Now where are all the organic grapes and cherries? Because the overflowing displays of conventionally farmed grapes and cherries are killing me-- my mouth is watering every time I pass them.
I had blood drawn for my glucose test the other day, and my doctor also ordered a blood count. The results of it came to my phone app yesterday (I LOVE that all of my tests are sent straight to my electronic chart which I can access via iPhone app), and it looks like I am a titch low on the red blood cells, hemoglobin, and something else that starts with "hem." So I am assuming my iron is low? I'll ask my doctor next week, but for now I am stocking up on red meat and spinach. I have also been neglecting to remember my prenatal vitamin and have the wicked charlie horses to prove it, so maybe that's a factor, too? Anyone else lean toward anemia in pregnancy? What did you do about it?
In a minute, I am going to put Harry to bed after reading some Harry Potter 2, and Ben and I are going to grill steak and eat a big spinach salad and watch the first of the last Harry Potter movies. Sort of like a date, right?
I had blood drawn for my glucose test the other day, and my doctor also ordered a blood count. The results of it came to my phone app yesterday (I LOVE that all of my tests are sent straight to my electronic chart which I can access via iPhone app), and it looks like I am a titch low on the red blood cells, hemoglobin, and something else that starts with "hem." So I am assuming my iron is low? I'll ask my doctor next week, but for now I am stocking up on red meat and spinach. I have also been neglecting to remember my prenatal vitamin and have the wicked charlie horses to prove it, so maybe that's a factor, too? Anyone else lean toward anemia in pregnancy? What did you do about it?
In a minute, I am going to put Harry to bed after reading some Harry Potter 2, and Ben and I are going to grill steak and eat a big spinach salad and watch the first of the last Harry Potter movies. Sort of like a date, right?
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
End of the school year and a little road trip
We had school conferences today, and Harry's teachers told us that when it is Harry's turn to stand in front of the room and tell a story, he speaks for 5 or 7 minutes. The other kids in class talk for 2 to 3 minutes. This news did not shock us.
Jack's teachers were so sweet about how much they love Jack that we decided to send him back to fancy schmancy school 3 mornings a week in the fall, even though we had planned to save money by sending him 5 mornings to preschool Harry went to last year. He'll be with his same class and his same teachers (they loop), and we are excited, especially since they promised to hand deliver him to the car if the baby is sleeping, so I don't have to go in.
School is closed next week so the teachers can rearrange and clean out and get ready for a summer of water play and dress up form the sound of things. But that's okay with me because THE POOL OPENS SUNDAY, so I know exactly what we'll be doing next week. (Even though it has been 50 and raining all week-- I am an optimist).
We jumped in the car (along with every other idiot in the world) and paid over $4 a gallon despite the news telling us that gas prices were down and drove to see Ben's sister and our adorable nephews and niece today. The kids had so! much! fun! playing.
H and J passed out the whole way home
SO instead of fighting bed time, we went downtown for brats and ice cream (me and Harry) and cupcakes (Jack) and candy (Ben) and to sit by the lake and torment the ducks.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Glucose challenge. Fun times.
The 1 hour glucose tolerance test is gross. The orange drink is gross. The ensuing jittery sugar high is gross. The following blood-sugar crash is gross. And all while sitting in the (gross) basement lab at my doctor's office with no internet access. Gross. And I have been super bitchy and tired ever since because I wanted to spread the fun to my whole family. Because I am a giver.
As an added bonus, the phlebotomist who finally drew my blood after I had been sitting for an eternity on a supremely uncomfortable bench reading Seventeen, said it was a good thing I am having 3 kids "in case one of them sucks." And she would know, she claimed, because one of hers "sucked," so she was glad she had the other two. Wow.
I passed the test-- phew!-- and can continue to binge on pastries and candy.
On a related note, I am getting fat. FAT. Quickly. Maybe it's the pastries and candy?
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Graduation
Yesterday, Harry graduated from preschool. Except not really because he totally had school on Thursday, and he's going to school (along with the rest of his class) all summer. So. Um. Not sure what the significance of today was, but it was cute. And parents got to stay for pizza and cake after the ceremony, and I like pizza and cake.
Harry chose his outfit the night before, and he woke up at 5:51 because he was so excited to get dressed.
He kept posing like this in front of the mirror.
I didn't get any good pics of the ceremony because they all had other people's kids in them, but here he is eating cake with gusto.
We did make one terrible mistake: we went out on the big kids' playground with Harry's class before the festivities, forgetting that Jack's classroom looks out on that playground and that Jack often goes to the window when he sees kids outside looking for Harry.
He saw us.
We waved.
He started screaming and crying.
I went into his class in time to see one of his teachers sitting down on the couch with a crying Jack and a thermometer.
"Me sick in my tummy, Mom," he said when he saw me. "Me go home."
His teacher looked shocked to see me because she did not see what happened at the window. "He's not sick," I said. "He saw me and Ben on the playground. We are here for Harry's graduation." How sneaky is he, though, to feign illness because he knew they'd call us?
I ended up taking Jack with us to graduation, and Ben took him back to his room before lunch, which caused him to lose his mind in a big way. He told us that his teacher "Ham" (Pam) helped him calm down when she hugged him and told him to "make a deep breath." Pretty cute.
When I was putting Harry to bed, I asked him what he thought of graduation. "It was okay," he said. "But I didn't get to make a speech."
Harry chose his outfit the night before, and he woke up at 5:51 because he was so excited to get dressed.
He kept posing like this in front of the mirror.
I didn't get any good pics of the ceremony because they all had other people's kids in them, but here he is eating cake with gusto.
We did make one terrible mistake: we went out on the big kids' playground with Harry's class before the festivities, forgetting that Jack's classroom looks out on that playground and that Jack often goes to the window when he sees kids outside looking for Harry.
He saw us.
We waved.
He started screaming and crying.
I went into his class in time to see one of his teachers sitting down on the couch with a crying Jack and a thermometer.
"Me sick in my tummy, Mom," he said when he saw me. "Me go home."
His teacher looked shocked to see me because she did not see what happened at the window. "He's not sick," I said. "He saw me and Ben on the playground. We are here for Harry's graduation." How sneaky is he, though, to feign illness because he knew they'd call us?
I ended up taking Jack with us to graduation, and Ben took him back to his room before lunch, which caused him to lose his mind in a big way. He told us that his teacher "Ham" (Pam) helped him calm down when she hugged him and told him to "make a deep breath." Pretty cute.
When I was putting Harry to bed, I asked him what he thought of graduation. "It was okay," he said. "But I didn't get to make a speech."
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