Zachary's latest accomplishment is unscrewing light bulbs. I made this discovery when I waltzed unsuspectingly into the bedroom with a basket full of laundry. Zach was standing on one of the night tables and holding the bulb from the reading lamp in his hand. He looked at me and, without even blinking, tossed the light bulb to the side and resting his hands casually at his side. The little weasel never even broke eye contact. The gesture said, "Hi, Mom! I'm being an angel; as always."
Let's see where the tally now stands:
1. Climbing on Counters
2. Turning on the gas stove
3. Plugging in electric cords
4. Turning on and off floor fans and heaters
5. Being able to turn on and operate the TV
6. Opening the bathroom door, toilet seat, and being able to turn on the bathtub faucet
7. Climbing over the couch onto the counter after the knives
8. Unscrewing light bulbs
What am I missing? Oh, right:
9. Complete and unyielding possession of his mother's sanity
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Home Again
Heather's visit was wonderful! John's mom, the boys and I picked Heather up at the airport in Billings, MT on Tuesday. Wednesday was spent enjoying the beautiful weather. We even went out for a drink that night. First drink I've ever had at a bar. Yes, I am three weeks past my 22nd birthday. Yes, I am old before my time. No, I do not feel that I am missing out on the bliss of youth.
I got pretty homesick after dropping Heather off in Denver, CO and moped around for a bit afterward. Can't be the perky cheerleader all the time. It's tough to maintain my determined optimism when the end of April brings snow and I used to spend Christmas Eves on the beach. I'm still working on bolstering my brave front. Homesickness, begone!
I miss Heather tons again already!!
I recently finished a pile of books from the library. It only took me 2 months and 3 online renewals. Reading is a rare pleasure these days, as are lengthy blog updates. The highlight of the aforementioned pile was "Jane Eyre." I read the novel when I was 12, but dismally failed at getting the point. It's difficult to understand the turmoil of a lovesick heart until you, yourself, are in love. When forced to choose between two loves, the pain sears your very soul. I confess to neglecting my children for a few minutes to get through her refusal of Mr. Rochester. Compelling stuff.
I now have a pile of my dad's newer books to work through.
I also have a ballroom lesson from Johnny's teacher on Wednesday. I am very excited.
Rain and snow for the next couple days. Back, homesickness! Back!!
I got pretty homesick after dropping Heather off in Denver, CO and moped around for a bit afterward. Can't be the perky cheerleader all the time. It's tough to maintain my determined optimism when the end of April brings snow and I used to spend Christmas Eves on the beach. I'm still working on bolstering my brave front. Homesickness, begone!
I miss Heather tons again already!!
I recently finished a pile of books from the library. It only took me 2 months and 3 online renewals. Reading is a rare pleasure these days, as are lengthy blog updates. The highlight of the aforementioned pile was "Jane Eyre." I read the novel when I was 12, but dismally failed at getting the point. It's difficult to understand the turmoil of a lovesick heart until you, yourself, are in love. When forced to choose between two loves, the pain sears your very soul. I confess to neglecting my children for a few minutes to get through her refusal of Mr. Rochester. Compelling stuff.
I now have a pile of my dad's newer books to work through.
I also have a ballroom lesson from Johnny's teacher on Wednesday. I am very excited.
Rain and snow for the next couple days. Back, homesickness! Back!!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Not-So-Big Boy
Gabey-Landon had his 6 month check-up yesterday. The appointment was two weeks after his 6-month birthday because they neglected to actually save me a space with the doctor on the day that was originally set up for his appointment. No harm, no foul.
As always, my boy got glowing reports in development and looks. The doctor declared him "just so cute." Duh. He was impressed with Gabey's mad walking skills (he takes steps while holding onto fingers).
Unfortunately we had a bit of a weight crisis. Gabriel is 12 lbs. 14 oz which landed him in the 0 percentile for weight. He's smaller than Zach was at his 4 month check-up, although the same height Zach was at his 6 month. He's a bean pole. I am also a subject of scrutiny for being nearly 10 lbs. underweight.
The doctor said he's not terribly concerned, but he's unaccustomed to mother's complaining about losing weight after childbirth. He wants me to visit my doctor and to try to start weening Gabriel. We also have to bring Gabey back in next month to get weighed again. Poor, skinny little bugger. I don't get it; the child eats like a horse. He eats two jars of level 2 baby food and a whole bowl of rice cereal every day along with nursing every 2 1/2 hours like a clock.
Can't write anymore; have to go stuff two mouths full of food.
As always, my boy got glowing reports in development and looks. The doctor declared him "just so cute." Duh. He was impressed with Gabey's mad walking skills (he takes steps while holding onto fingers).
Unfortunately we had a bit of a weight crisis. Gabriel is 12 lbs. 14 oz which landed him in the 0 percentile for weight. He's smaller than Zach was at his 4 month check-up, although the same height Zach was at his 6 month. He's a bean pole. I am also a subject of scrutiny for being nearly 10 lbs. underweight.
The doctor said he's not terribly concerned, but he's unaccustomed to mother's complaining about losing weight after childbirth. He wants me to visit my doctor and to try to start weening Gabriel. We also have to bring Gabey back in next month to get weighed again. Poor, skinny little bugger. I don't get it; the child eats like a horse. He eats two jars of level 2 baby food and a whole bowl of rice cereal every day along with nursing every 2 1/2 hours like a clock.
Can't write anymore; have to go stuff two mouths full of food.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Birthday Blues
It's been awhile since I've posted! I intended to post the saga that was my birthday weekend some time ago, but just never got around to it, hence, I shall post it now.
Last Saturday (4/4) was my 22nd birthday. It was a much anticipated day, because my parents and two of my sisters would be here. I was excited to see them and to have babysitters on hand so I could enjoy a relaxing evening with Johnny. The weekend promised to be fun, laid-back, and free.
Alas, 'twas not to be.
Johnny's grandfather (Wilbur Thurow) died on Wednesday, 4/1. Although not sudden or unexpected it was very sad for us because we were planning a trip out this coming Summer so that Grandpa Thurow could meet the boys for the first time. I am very sad that he never got to meet his great-grandsons.
It was a mad dash to figure out travel plans and funeral arrangements and such. It turned out that the Thurow family decided to have the funeral two days later (4/3) in Wisconsin. This made it very difficult for the Wyoming Thurows to make it out. The decision for Johnny, his mom, and his brother to make it out was very last minute. They decided on Wednesday night and headed out at 6 am Thursday morning. Obviously I couldn't go because my family was here all the way from Tennessee. So, strike one against my birthday: no husband.
Saturday April 4th dawned, but didn't see it, because the sun was blocked out by a huge snowstorm. It snowed all day and all night; I believe the final tally was 15 inches. I hate snow. Strike 2 against my birthday: mounds of evil snow.
Strike 3 against my birthday: female troubles. I'll leave it at that for the sake of male readers.
It wasn't all bad. We opened presents, I gave Hannah a dance lesson, we ate at a really good Mexican restaurant with a gluten-free menu, and we played a really fun game of Apples to Apples. It was really, really nice to have my family there.
The next morning the family packed up in a bustling hurry and made it out the door by 9 am. There was a flurry of packing and lots of quick gathering, and in the hustle my sister forgot her crocheting. And a valuable possession was picked up...
The boys and I relaxed the rest of the morning and after naps I decided to take advantage of my time alone and completely free. We only have one car so I usually don't get it. It would be fun to spend the next couple days with freedom of transportation and not having to tell anyone where I was going and for how long. So, I packed up the diaper bag, loaded up the children, and reached for my keys.
Unfortunately, my keys were in North Dakota with my parents. Somehow they got scooped up in the hustle.
Now the story gets good. Y'see, my car trip wasn't all about freedom to explore; I had run out of items necessary for the aforementioned female troubles and I had to go to the bathroom pretty badly. I frantically searched for my keys; I tore apart drawers, dug through garbage, crawled through the car, emptied my purse and diaper bag, and then finally thought to call my parents to see if they had seen my keys.
Yes, they had. They discovered them in a random bag.
So, I quickly loaded the boys into the stroller and made a beeline for Wal Mart. Fortunately, it's only about 1/2 mile away. I got the product I needed and scurried toward the bathroom.
It was closed for cleaning.
I dialed Heather to tell her of my woes. She sympathized with appropriate best-friend empathy.
Then my phone started to die.
Then Zachary manufactured a stinky diaper.
I had forgotten the diaper bag.
So, I wandered around Wal Mart with a dieing phone, a stinky toddler, a full bladder, no keys, muddy shoes from melted snow, no husband, and soul full of tears.
Best birthday weekend ever!
The story has a happy ending; I went to the bathroom. I got home and changed the diaper and watched "Guys and Dolls" while eating an atrocious amount of gluten-free birthday cake. Johnny arrived home on Monday evening and all was right with the world again.
The End.
Last Saturday (4/4) was my 22nd birthday. It was a much anticipated day, because my parents and two of my sisters would be here. I was excited to see them and to have babysitters on hand so I could enjoy a relaxing evening with Johnny. The weekend promised to be fun, laid-back, and free.
Alas, 'twas not to be.
Johnny's grandfather (Wilbur Thurow) died on Wednesday, 4/1. Although not sudden or unexpected it was very sad for us because we were planning a trip out this coming Summer so that Grandpa Thurow could meet the boys for the first time. I am very sad that he never got to meet his great-grandsons.
It was a mad dash to figure out travel plans and funeral arrangements and such. It turned out that the Thurow family decided to have the funeral two days later (4/3) in Wisconsin. This made it very difficult for the Wyoming Thurows to make it out. The decision for Johnny, his mom, and his brother to make it out was very last minute. They decided on Wednesday night and headed out at 6 am Thursday morning. Obviously I couldn't go because my family was here all the way from Tennessee. So, strike one against my birthday: no husband.
Saturday April 4th dawned, but didn't see it, because the sun was blocked out by a huge snowstorm. It snowed all day and all night; I believe the final tally was 15 inches. I hate snow. Strike 2 against my birthday: mounds of evil snow.
Strike 3 against my birthday: female troubles. I'll leave it at that for the sake of male readers.
It wasn't all bad. We opened presents, I gave Hannah a dance lesson, we ate at a really good Mexican restaurant with a gluten-free menu, and we played a really fun game of Apples to Apples. It was really, really nice to have my family there.
The next morning the family packed up in a bustling hurry and made it out the door by 9 am. There was a flurry of packing and lots of quick gathering, and in the hustle my sister forgot her crocheting. And a valuable possession was picked up...
The boys and I relaxed the rest of the morning and after naps I decided to take advantage of my time alone and completely free. We only have one car so I usually don't get it. It would be fun to spend the next couple days with freedom of transportation and not having to tell anyone where I was going and for how long. So, I packed up the diaper bag, loaded up the children, and reached for my keys.
Unfortunately, my keys were in North Dakota with my parents. Somehow they got scooped up in the hustle.
Now the story gets good. Y'see, my car trip wasn't all about freedom to explore; I had run out of items necessary for the aforementioned female troubles and I had to go to the bathroom pretty badly. I frantically searched for my keys; I tore apart drawers, dug through garbage, crawled through the car, emptied my purse and diaper bag, and then finally thought to call my parents to see if they had seen my keys.
Yes, they had. They discovered them in a random bag.
So, I quickly loaded the boys into the stroller and made a beeline for Wal Mart. Fortunately, it's only about 1/2 mile away. I got the product I needed and scurried toward the bathroom.
It was closed for cleaning.
I dialed Heather to tell her of my woes. She sympathized with appropriate best-friend empathy.
Then my phone started to die.
Then Zachary manufactured a stinky diaper.
I had forgotten the diaper bag.
So, I wandered around Wal Mart with a dieing phone, a stinky toddler, a full bladder, no keys, muddy shoes from melted snow, no husband, and soul full of tears.
Best birthday weekend ever!
The story has a happy ending; I went to the bathroom. I got home and changed the diaper and watched "Guys and Dolls" while eating an atrocious amount of gluten-free birthday cake. Johnny arrived home on Monday evening and all was right with the world again.
The End.
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