Have I mentioned the challenges of parenting teenagers? This poem is awful and wonderful at the same time. It's clever and well written and made me chuckle. And it's just sooo teenage boy. And I can't believe that Jack wrote it - both in a good way and a he should get in trouble way. Charming, isn't it? (special note: Jack is actually quite respectful of girls and women and this poem is meant to be funny and does not reflect his feelings - just his sense of humor.)
Love Poem
You think you're hot
You're not
You have the eyes of a doll
The ones from Chucky, that's all
I love how you carefully look for your dog, the mutt
I say, "hey look behind you, lady; it's stuck on your butt."
Smothered in poodle urine is thy handbag
It could probably make a maggot gag
The greasy, flea bitten scalp of thee
Harbors all of the demons of the sea
I really don't care that your pits could do with a few good prunes
What bothers me is the mushrooms
The way your stretch marks are all in a bunch
It really makes me lose my lunch
You say you're a chick
But I know you have a
Mustache
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
babies and computers
Should not be mixed! I left my blog up on the computer earlier today and had to do something across the room and Gemma started clicking away at the mouse. I was busy with Oona and half-heartedly told her to stop. It was kind of cute how she was trying to be like her Mama. Then I went and looked at my blog and all the links and everything were in a different language - Arabic or Persian or Hindi or something, I don't even know. I was NOT happy and I couldn't figure out how to change it back to English. Every time I looked it up on the help menu, I got the answer back in the language I could not read. Not helpful. I finally found something on the help forums but couldn't figure it out because it involved changing something that I couldn't read to know where it was. It is finally fixed! After hair pulling, cursing, yelling etc., Eric is on Blogger so we compared his to mine and figured out which button I needed to push and my blog is in English again and all is well with the world. At least with the blog world. I will never be so nonchalant, though, about babies clicking away with the mouse or typing on the keyboard! Lesson learned... times two hundred.
Happy Birthday, Oona!
Oona got to go to the zoo for her first birthday and though her older sister and brothers probably enjoyed it more than she did, she also had a good time.
She also loved her birthday cake! (note: hotel rooms are impossible to keep tidy with six people in one room.) In the process of eating her cake (no high chair), I became covered in frosting.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
And I thought I was exhausted yesterday! - collapses on floor laughing and crying at the same time. This is as bad as when I last had Benneditos Pizza. I am very unhappy with whoever (Gemma?) fed Oona cheese or something else with dairy in it.
Somehow I'll make it through the day. And the boys are in love with night driving because they did that with their Dad a lot when they were little. So I'm compromising and have agreed to leave at 5 am for our road trip tomorrow morning. Which also means I have to have everything packed and ready tonight and travelling with babies is no mean feat!
I'm looking forward to those days of whine and chocolate! lol... Right now, I'd go for a martini. A chocolate martini, or that really yummy ginger amaretto one I had that one time.
Somehow I'll make it through the day. And the boys are in love with night driving because they did that with their Dad a lot when they were little. So I'm compromising and have agreed to leave at 5 am for our road trip tomorrow morning. Which also means I have to have everything packed and ready tonight and travelling with babies is no mean feat!
I'm looking forward to those days of whine and chocolate! lol... Right now, I'd go for a martini. A chocolate martini, or that really yummy ginger amaretto one I had that one time.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Sleep troubles
I am pretty sure that Gemma fed Oona cheese yesterday. You want to know how I know? Flailing limbs connecting with various body parts the most painful of which being the boob and the face, squirming, fussing, and a certain baby named Oona wanting to be up seemingly non-stop to chew my nipples off. There is something up with her latch. I don't know if it's because she has a small mouth or if I'm being lazy or what. I try to get her to open as wide as she can. And still I end up with teeth indentations every time I nurse. Oh, I am so tired... I hear my Dad's voice in my ear saying "quit your moaning..." So I apologize for using this blog merely to complain.
My friend Ivory is going through night-weaning with her little one. Her blog cites this article. I am getting absolutely desperate for sleep and plan on joining her in using the sleep plan described in the article. I've even calculated when the first opportunity to try it will be. Eric needs to be done with finals and have his grades turned in because I don't know if I can do it without his support. It will also have to start on a Thursday because I work Tuesdays and Thursdays. So the magic day is May 14. And that seems waaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy to far away. I swear, when you're in that desperate I need to sleep now mode, every movement and whine and fuss feels like a wire rasping on the side of a gong. You have the irritation of the rasping sound but then it reverberates throughout your entire being and it is so incredibly hard to keep your patience. Did you know telling your baby loudly and firmly, allright, yelling at your baby, GO TO SLEEP, is not an effective way to soothe your baby to sleep? Luckily, in spite of Eric's absolute exhaustion, he took Oona for a couple hours and I slept on the couch - with no flailing limbs around to keep me up.
This morning my entire body aches. I'm so thankful for those couple hours of sleep because otherwise I wouldn't function at all, instead of only semi-functioning.
On the docket for the day... Meeting at a daycare we're hoping the girls will be able to go to. (Guilt alert, guilt alert. Do all Mom's feel guilt over leaving their babies at daycare? The boys went to daycare and they're fine. And it is only for two days a week. And it will allow me to work and to take classes one at a time.) Then it is off to Wally world (more low level guilt for supporting a big-box store) to get a new car seat for Gemma (Wal Mart does have the lowest price I could find and my pocket book thanks me) and materials for our upcoming car trip. We've decided to turn Oona forward facing for our trip so she will be using Gemma's old seat. She turns one on Saturday and is more than twenty pounds. I know you're supposed to leave them rear-facing as long as possible but she really is growing out of the infant car seat and I think she'll be a lot happier forward facing (thus making the driver more alert and happy). That is how I persuade myself that it is a good idea, anyway. Wow, you would think I was a tad neurotic or something, wouldn't you? What with all the anxiety about "am I doing the right thing?" I really hope I am. It's so hard to know for sure. And maybe it is completely unavoidable to have your grown up kids talking about how awful you were/are to their therapist and night weaning was just the beginning...
My friend Ivory is going through night-weaning with her little one. Her blog cites this article. I am getting absolutely desperate for sleep and plan on joining her in using the sleep plan described in the article. I've even calculated when the first opportunity to try it will be. Eric needs to be done with finals and have his grades turned in because I don't know if I can do it without his support. It will also have to start on a Thursday because I work Tuesdays and Thursdays. So the magic day is May 14. And that seems waaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy to far away. I swear, when you're in that desperate I need to sleep now mode, every movement and whine and fuss feels like a wire rasping on the side of a gong. You have the irritation of the rasping sound but then it reverberates throughout your entire being and it is so incredibly hard to keep your patience. Did you know telling your baby loudly and firmly, allright, yelling at your baby, GO TO SLEEP, is not an effective way to soothe your baby to sleep? Luckily, in spite of Eric's absolute exhaustion, he took Oona for a couple hours and I slept on the couch - with no flailing limbs around to keep me up.
This morning my entire body aches. I'm so thankful for those couple hours of sleep because otherwise I wouldn't function at all, instead of only semi-functioning.
On the docket for the day... Meeting at a daycare we're hoping the girls will be able to go to. (Guilt alert, guilt alert. Do all Mom's feel guilt over leaving their babies at daycare? The boys went to daycare and they're fine. And it is only for two days a week. And it will allow me to work and to take classes one at a time.) Then it is off to Wally world (more low level guilt for supporting a big-box store) to get a new car seat for Gemma (Wal Mart does have the lowest price I could find and my pocket book thanks me) and materials for our upcoming car trip. We've decided to turn Oona forward facing for our trip so she will be using Gemma's old seat. She turns one on Saturday and is more than twenty pounds. I know you're supposed to leave them rear-facing as long as possible but she really is growing out of the infant car seat and I think she'll be a lot happier forward facing (thus making the driver more alert and happy). That is how I persuade myself that it is a good idea, anyway. Wow, you would think I was a tad neurotic or something, wouldn't you? What with all the anxiety about "am I doing the right thing?" I really hope I am. It's so hard to know for sure. And maybe it is completely unavoidable to have your grown up kids talking about how awful you were/are to their therapist and night weaning was just the beginning...
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Dream death by bog
I have never died in a dream before... until last night. How disturbing! And usually I go back and change disturbing dreams, but I couldn't change the fact I died, I could only have my body be rescued. Here's my dream.
I was walking through a field with my sister Anne. There were a bunch of weird trees similar to the one in the picture. (The picture is one another sister took. It's a tree in France that they prune in such a way so that the tree doesn't interfere with wires and everything.)
In my dream, though, we were in a field so no cars or houses and the trees were just turning green - the beginning of Spring. The ground was a bit soggy. My sister and I came to a ditch to cross and I knew it might be muddy but it had to be crossed and so I jumped right in. Turns out it was a bog and the mud was very deep. I went all the way up to my waist right away and the more I struggled the deeper I sank. At first there was a panic and then a complete resignation. So that is how I died. Sunk in a bog, suffocating from the pressure of mud. My sister was more cautious and didn't jump in so was able to pull herself out but couldn't pull me out without being pulled in herself. The part I changed was that this old couple that lived on the farm saw us go down and rescued us. But it wouldn't stick. They did rescue my sister but they only pulled my body out - covered in mud - and then there was a funeral.
Then I spent the rest of the night freaked out about this dream and what does it mean. And just the thought of dying in your dream - it's just really disturbing.
From an on-line dream dictionary: Bogs, denotes burdens under whose weight you feel that endeavors to rise are useless. Illness and other worries may oppress you. When we dream of death, our emotions run high. Feelings of terror, anxiety or even liberation can dominate our mood upon waking. As with any other type of dream, there is no one answer for what the dream means. Generally speaking, however, dreams about death signify much needed change in our lives. Such dreams typically herald symbolic rather than literal death. In this way, death dreams let us know that some part of the self needs to be radically reworked, whether it be one's attitudes, emotions, or relationships.
Hmmmmmmmm......
I was walking through a field with my sister Anne. There were a bunch of weird trees similar to the one in the picture. (The picture is one another sister took. It's a tree in France that they prune in such a way so that the tree doesn't interfere with wires and everything.)
In my dream, though, we were in a field so no cars or houses and the trees were just turning green - the beginning of Spring. The ground was a bit soggy. My sister and I came to a ditch to cross and I knew it might be muddy but it had to be crossed and so I jumped right in. Turns out it was a bog and the mud was very deep. I went all the way up to my waist right away and the more I struggled the deeper I sank. At first there was a panic and then a complete resignation. So that is how I died. Sunk in a bog, suffocating from the pressure of mud. My sister was more cautious and didn't jump in so was able to pull herself out but couldn't pull me out without being pulled in herself. The part I changed was that this old couple that lived on the farm saw us go down and rescued us. But it wouldn't stick. They did rescue my sister but they only pulled my body out - covered in mud - and then there was a funeral.
Then I spent the rest of the night freaked out about this dream and what does it mean. And just the thought of dying in your dream - it's just really disturbing.
From an on-line dream dictionary: Bogs, denotes burdens under whose weight you feel that endeavors to rise are useless. Illness and other worries may oppress you. When we dream of death, our emotions run high. Feelings of terror, anxiety or even liberation can dominate our mood upon waking. As with any other type of dream, there is no one answer for what the dream means. Generally speaking, however, dreams about death signify much needed change in our lives. Such dreams typically herald symbolic rather than literal death. In this way, death dreams let us know that some part of the self needs to be radically reworked, whether it be one's attitudes, emotions, or relationships.
Hmmmmmmmm......
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