There really IS something in the water

There MUST be something in the water. Another friend announced today that she’s also pregnant with baby #2! That makes four of my close friends (in this area) all pregnant with their second child. We’re all on the advisory committee for our AP group too. Sheesh, I didn’t know being pregnant was a prerequisite for the committee. I’ll have to check my “job description” again. J/K No pressure for me though, huh? πŸ˜‰

It would almost make me wonder if I was pregnant too except that I recently received confirmation that I’m not. How do I know? No, not ‘cuz I got my period – I *still* haven’t had a period since Ava was born. It’s been two lovely years of no pads or tampons (or the Diva Cup – which I plan to order whenever my cycles return. It’s really amazing how many women I know who are using the Diva these days – both crunchies and non-crunchies alike!). Anyway, back to my story and why I know I’m not pg…When I was at the doctor a couple weeks ago for my annual exam, she commented that my cervix had a blue-ish tint to it and that commonly happens with pregnancy. So she ordered a pg test and I peed in a cup. It came back negative. *insert both sigh of relief and slight disappointment here* Not sure why my cervix is blue (maybe it’s sad), but it ain’t cuz I’m gestating. πŸ˜‰

So now I must extend my congratulations to Heather as well! I’m looking forward to watching all of your bellies grow and learning from you as you all continue to breastfeed while pregnant and then go on to tandem nurse (provided your first nurslings don’t self-wean before then). Belly rubs to all. πŸ˜‰

This seems like a good time for a friendly reminder and shameless plug that I sell “I’m going to be a big brother” and “I’m going to be a big sister” shirts! Newly redesigned too! πŸ˜‰

HNT #2 and a plug for Metaphoric Monday

This is a pretty cheesy (pun intended) pic for HNT (Half-Nekkid Thursday), but after a woman told me yesterday that I have the “nicest teeth she’s ever seen,” I figured why not! πŸ˜‰

Get the HNT guidelines by clicking on the button below and don’t forget to check out all the other half-nekkid folks! Happy HNT!

Also, my hubby is trying to start up a new “take a picture” day that he has dubbed Metaphoric Monday. Check it out over on brain droppings. The topic for Monday, Sept. 19 is “Eat one’s words.” πŸ™‚ Play along, won’t ya?

Good news x 2

Hooray! We had a great first meeting of our local chaper of Attachment Parenting International this morning. There were about 16 moms (and 1 dad), as well as lots of babies and toddlers. Not a bad turnout for our very first meeting!

We had a lactation consultant as our featured speaker and she discussed extended nursing (nursing past 12 months), nursing while pregnant and tandem nursing (nursing two children, generally a toddler and an infant).

Everyone seemed to interact well and the kids got along well too. Ava was all over the place playing with everyone, saying “hi” to everyone, trying to drink out of everybody’s water bottles. LOL One of the ladies who is pregnant with her first child even commented on how independent she is. I am pretty sure I could’ve left her for the two hours and she never would’ve missed me, she was having such a good time. In fact, we split up into groups for part of the meeting so I went to a different part of the room. Since she was playing happily at the little toy kitchen, I decided to leave her be, expecting to hear her cry after a few minutes wondering where I was. Nope. She was happy as a clam. She’s always amazing me. (Speaking of amazing, she peed in the potty again yesterday.)

I think we (the advisory committee) are all relieved that the first meeting is over with and was well-received. We have meetings and speakers planned for October and November, and will do a holiday social event in December (which is the next big thing we have to plan). And we also have to start thinking about what topics we will feature and who we will have as speakers for our meetings next year.

The other good news is that I found out two (more) of my friends are pregnant with their second child! They are due within a week of each other. There must be something in the water lately. ;o) Anyway, I’m very happy for them (and will live vicariously through them and another pg friend in the group) since Jody and I don’t plan to start trying again anytime soon. Congratulations Brandy and Julie!! πŸ™‚

WBW #1

Here’s my first attempt at Way Back Wednesday. The Kept Woman says this week’s theme is “Your Best Worst outfit.” Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), my mom still has most of my photos from my youth so I didn’t have the full gamut to pick through. Had I had full access, I’m sure I could’ve found something absolutely awful from my middle school years.
Anyway, here’s what I came up with:
Definitely not the worst outfit I wore I am sure, but still pretty bad. In high school, my four friends and I would wear sweatshirts (that one of the girl’s mom’s painted for us) for our holiday get-togethers (as well as to school! gasp!), like Halloween, Christmas and I think there might have been an Easter one too. Anyway, they would have five things on them (pumpkins or in this case, presents) – one for each of us. And have our names on them as well as “Fab Five” (which is what we dubbed ourselves). So here I am at our Fab Five Christmas party, modeling a pair of panties from our “pretty panty exchange.” Sexy! The green turtle neck adds such a nice touch, don’t you think? As well as the bows in my hair (which weren’t really party of the original outfit – they were added while opening our presents). And I don’t think those acid-washed jeans couldn’t have been much tighter. Of course, I guarantee they were “tight-rolled” at the bottom too and I probably had on white socks with black shoes. Groovy baby!!
It’s too bad I couldn’t find a pic from Halloween, because in addition to the special sweatshirts, we also wore Halloween boxer shorts and long underwear! Yes, even to school! ;oP
Now go check out the other bad outfits over on The Kept Woman. I’ll bet there are some doozies. πŸ™‚

Blog rules

Thank you to everyone who’s been respectful to myself and others over my past 7 months in the blogosphere. I appreciate it! πŸ™‚

However, it’s high time for some basic rules on this here blog. Why? Because I don’t like to be attacked and disrespected (first, for what I said, and now for what I haven’t said). I would never go to someone else’s blog and disrespect them and I expect the same kind of courtesy extended to me. If you want to share my reality, you must acknowledge and abide by my rules.

That said, if you cannot post respectfully, your posts will be deleted. If you have to question whether or not your post is respectful, it most likely is not. Take a moment, think about how you’d like to be treated, reword it and try again. If you are typing something that you wouldn’t say to someone’s face, then it’s not appropriate for my blog either.

(Update: I was going to change my settings to no longer allow unregistered users to post, but after giving it some more thought, I’ve decided not to. Unregistered users may still post, but I do reserve the right to delete posts that aren’t respectful.)

And now for some basic (and fun) rules from “All I really need to know I learned in kindergarten.” I’ve always loved this list and think it’s appropriate here on my blog today. πŸ™‚


(a guide for Global Leadership)

All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sand pile at school.
These are the things I learned:

* Share everything.
* Play fair.
* Don’t hit people.
* Put things back where you found them.
* Clean up your own mess.
* Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
* Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.
* Wash your hands before you eat.
* Flush.
* Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
* Live a balanced life – learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
* Take a nap every afternoon.
* When you go out in the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands and stick together.
* Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup: the roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
* Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup – they all die. So do we.
* And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned – the biggest word of all – LOOK.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.

Take any one of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what a better world it would be if we all – the whole world – had cookies and milk at about 3 o’clock in the afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out in the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

[Source: “ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW I LEARNED IN KINDERGARTEN” by Robert Fulghum. See his website at]

Reflections on 9/11/01

I remember that day well. Jody had gotten up before me and was getting ready for work when the phone rang. It was a co-worker of mine (with a Chicken Little history) who greeted Jody with the words “We’re going to war.” He was obviously confused and figured she was over-exaggerating something (again). She told him to turn on the tv.

I was getting up around that time and he told me of the phone call and we went downstairs to watch TV. At that point both World Trade Center towers had already fallen.

I remember bawling my eyes out and having a general sense of hysteria. What was going on? What did all of this mean? Do I go take a shower and go to work business as usual? What?

The first thing I did was go downstairs to wake up my sister who had recently moved in with us. I think I was still crying when I told her the World Trade Center was gone. She came upstairs to watch the TV with us.

I know I got into work late that morning, but the place was swarming. I worked at a newspaper. Not a large one, but the only one in my city with a circulation of 20,000 or so. It had already been decided that we would put out a special edition that morning.

I was an editorial assistant at the time, meaning I wrote briefs, calendar items and obituaries. Not glamorous, but somebody’s got to do it. Everyone was so busy trying to get interviews, information, etc., and I remember feeling ridiculous typing about upcoming events, etc., when who knows how many people had died that day and even what the world would be like in the next few days.

My dad called me sometime that morning just to make sure I was ok. I was relieved to hear from him and hear that both he and my mom were fine too. I recall thinking what if we lose phone connections around the country, etc.? What if we can’t get in touch with our loved ones? So I was glad that he called.

One of the reporters in my office had an aunt who worked at the WTC (I believe on one of the upper floors). She wrote an article about her concern for her aunt that ran on our front page. Her aunt was one of the thousands who lost their lives that day.

I didn’t personally know anyone who died but I was acquainted with a man who worked in one of the WTC buildings – #5 I think – who shared with me his experience that day. So frightening.

In the days and weeks that followed 9/11/01, I became glued to the TV. I wanted to know everything. I was obsessed and it wasn’t healthy. There came a point when I had to stop watching. I was overcome with the images being shown over and over again and I was so scared about the future of our country and world.

Jody and I talked about it and he helped me realize that it did no good for me to live in fear. If something else was going to happen, it would, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. And to get us to live in fear was what the terrorists wanted. It wasn’t healthy for me. I remember thinking that I didn’t want to bring children into a world like this because it seemed so scary and how could I protect them? Well, thankfully I got over that – though I certainly still do my fair share of worrying about my daughter. But imagine if I didn’t get over it? I’d be missing out on one of the greatest joys of my life!

Bringing us back to the present, Jody and I watched “9/11” last night – the documentary made by two French brothers who had set out to make a documentary about a rookie firefighter becoming a man and ended up with the only known footage inside the World Trade Center that day. It’s amazing footage and very sensitively edited. I’m very glad that I watched it for the perspective of the firefighters and those inside the towers that day, but I’m also glad that I waited several years after 9/11 to watch it. I think I would’ve been way too emotional to watch it right when it came out.

While we cannot and should not live in fear, September 11, 2001 is a day that should never be forgotten. It is a day that changed the lives of so many people and the world forever. My heart goes out to all who lost loved-ones that day.

Time for reflection – 9/11

I want to take some time (hopefully) today to reflect upon the events of 9/11/01, since I didn’t get a chance to yesterday. I certainly didn’t forget that yesterday was the anniversary.
Jody and I finally watched 9/11. It had been sitting on our entertainment center (rented from Netflix) watiting to be seen for the past few weeks. It seemed only appropriate that we chose last night to sit down and watch it.
Anyway, hopefully I can steal away and blog a bit later while Ava is napping.

A few happy things

Happy thing #1 – Ava peed in her potty for the first time Friday! πŸ™‚

No, I haven’t started potty training/learning in earnest with her yet, but we got her a potty and I set her on it whenever she seems interested.

On Friday I was getting her ready for a bath and she was enjoying some naked time while the tub filled. She came into the bathroom with me and I set her on the potty for kicks. (I’ve done this in the past and she’s never gone to the bathroom on it.) She started signing “poop” and I thought for a moment that was going to poop right there, but she didn’t. Then she signed “apple” or so I thought (it is really similar to the sign for “toilet” or “potty”). When she stood up, there it was! No, not an apple. πŸ˜‰ Pee in the potty! I got so excited. I ran for my camera and took a couple pics of her sitting on the potty afterwards. Hee, hee.

Happy thing #2
– Garage sales!

On Saturday I discovered what so many people have long-since known – garage sales can be a wonderful place to find the things you need for very little money. (Thanks to my mother-in-law who picked up a few cute outfits for Ava at garage sales recently and inspired me to do some bargain hunting myself.)

Since we are going to Massachusetts at the end of the month (holy crap, that’s only 2 weeks away!), I have been wanting to get Ava some fall clothes for the trip and, of course, she’ll be able to use them here as well once the weather cools down. Not having much money for my spending spree, I decided to pick up a newspaper on Friday, check out the classifieds and map out some garage sales in my area. I got up yesterday morning and headed out, hopeful that I could find a few things for my sweet pea. Not only did I find a few things, I found an ass-load!!

11 toddler shirts (some Gymboree, Osh Kosh and Old Navy)
2 dresses (one is Baby Crew)
3 pairs of overalls (all Osh Kosh)
1 pair of jeans
1 pair of pants
1 matching top/bottom outfit
a ladybug Halloween costume (super cute!!)
and a little push/popper toy

3 t-shirts
a copper bracelet
a purse

4 Tupperware bowls and lids

How much did I pay for my crap-ton of loot you ask?
$18, that’s right, $18!!! πŸ™‚

Yes, I’m quite pleased with how my first garage saling adventure went. While shopping brings a high all its own, walking away with a ton of sah-weeeeet deals makes it all the better. I’m still giddy from bargain-finding endorphins. (Ask Jody. He’ll tell you what a good mood I’ve been in all weekend.) πŸ™‚

And lastly, Happy thing #3 – Jody’s been taking care of a lot of things around the house this weekend – fixing the gate, making breakfast this morning, doing dishes, vacuuming, and mowing the grass. I’m always appreciative when the honey-dos turn into honey-dones. Yay for helpful honeys. πŸ™‚

Pet peeves

I decided to bow out of Self Portrait Friday this week. The theme is “show us your war face” and since I’m not really into war and consider myself more of a pacifist, it didn’t make sense for me to play. However, there are some crazy faces goin’ on over there, so feel free to check them out if that’s your bag, baby. πŸ˜‰

Instead I was thinking about some pet peeves of mine lately and figured I’d share them.

1.) When people misuse the words “your” and “you’re.” As an English major (I know, you’d never know it by how poorly I write sometimes), this drives me batty.

From Merriam-Webster:
Main Entry: your
Pronunciation: y&r, ‘yur, ‘yOr, ‘yor
Function: adjective
Etymology: Middle English, from Old English Eower; akin to Old English Eow you — more at YOU
1 : of or relating to you or yourself or yourselves especially as possessor or possessors , agent or agents , or object or objects of an action
2 : of or relating to one or oneself
3 — used with little or no meaning almost as an equivalent to the definite article the [a trait… that sets him apart from your average professor — James Breckenridge]

Main Entry: you’re
Pronunciation: y&r, ‘yur, ‘yOr, ‘yor, “yü-&r
: you are

2.) When people try to type a commonly-used expression, but don’t know how to spell it and it comes out all wrong. I have a couple good examples of this from some message boards.

— a.) The expression is “Granted,” like “taken for granted.” Example: “Granted they haven’t arrived yet, but it’s just a matter of time.”
My pet peeve is when people instead type “Grant it.” Grant? Grant who? What’s that all about?

— b.) This second one just floored me. Ok, the expression is “bound and determined,” as in “My child is so bound and determined to talk.”
The misuse of this was the person typed “bounden terminded” and then “bound in termin.” Bound in what?! What exactly is termin anyway?

OK, so I didn’t have as many as I thought (or I’ve forgotten them). I guess that’s a good thing. πŸ˜‰

Now it’s your turn. What are your pet peeves? Share them here or on your own blog. πŸ™‚

Hey, I remembered my other pet peeve. It’s when people assume that “gentle discipline” means you let your kids run wild and don’t discipline at all. It’s a pet peeve of mine when people make assumptions about things without really knowing anything about it. Ok, that’s all for now. πŸ˜‰