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Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
You know we all do it...
Do your kids like to make up words? Mine do. They do it all the time, and mostly it's some word used to describe a sound or just something made up. They'll often say things like "spronk-a-donk" or "boop" or "shdonk" or whatever.
But the other day, I was laying on the couch (as I so often do anymore) and Adelaide came in. She was carrying something (I don't remember what) and dropped it. Flowing from her mouth came the word "Dammit!" I wasn't even about to correct her - after all she used it appropriately - and I was giggling to myself that she even said it, when she looked up and noticed me. She then said "Breckkit! ... Some people say 'dammit' but I say 'breckkit'. Breckkit!"
I don't know what was more funny: that she said 'dammit' or that she tried to cover it up with a word she made up, thinking that using another word that (to her) means the same thing makes whatever she thinks was bad about it better.
Damon will go on and on about when cuss words are ok to use, as well as why some cuss words are no better than other when they mean the same thing (like 'shit' and 'crap'). He could care less about the difference, and gets annoyed when other people say that one word is more appropriate than another. Now, I'm not about to teach my kids to cuss, but if they cuss on occasion in a setting that isn't really harming anything (like the above), then I'm not really going to care. Maybe that's what I call "reasonable parenting", but you just might think I'm just full of crap - shit - whatever... Breckkit!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Weekend musings
Whew! What a weekend. Going into it, I was certain that it would be another blow-out. You know, the kind where nothing gets done, again... But actually it turned out to be very productive. But the most satisfying thing about the weekend was not the fact that I went to the gym, mowed the lawn, pulled down some ivy, cleaned both bathrooms, vacuumed the whole house, did a load of laundry, and got caught up on the dishes. Sure, that's nothing to sneeze at, but it was more than just getting chores done. It was how good the kids were this weekend. I mean, it's happened once or twice, but it was enough this weekend that Damon and I even commented on it.
I guess the kids are getting to that age of being able to play with each other for hours on end with limited fighting and rowdiness. Indeed, quite an achievement. I find them constantly saying to each other: "Let's play ___________" followed by an enthusiastic "OK!" They will spend hours hanging out on the bottom of the stairs (I have no idea why that is a favorite place of theirs) playing barbie and dinosaurs, having tea parties with their babies, 'organizing' their money, putting 'Little People' in their buses and making parking areas out of dominoes... Their imagination goes on and on. And they just get along so well. Sure there is the occasional argument over the same toy or whatever, but often now they work it out before a referee needs to be called. They have just been able to play together so much, so well, these days. And this weekend we even took them to a movie (see pic) and they did great. It's almost like they are real 'people'.
And I'm grateful for it, because I have too often been resigned to the couch unable to muster up any energy. And it's probably not going to get much better when the baby comes and I'll be pre-occupied with all that. And I'm also so grateful for how excited the kids are about "our new baby." They always want to know if the baby is eating shrimp when I am eating shrimp, or how big the baby is now, or will it come out of my nose when it's ready to come out, and when we will get a minivan. I know they'll be excited when they baby arrives, but I am glad that when they tire of it, they will have each other to share games and fun with. If how they interact with each other is any indication of how they will be with the baby, then I know they will be fabulous! And it gives me hope that I just may be doing a good job as a parent - what part of it I can credit to myself...
Peekshores
The kids had their semi-annual picture day at the school a few weeks ago, and we just got them back last week. I'm mostly happy with them, but AGAIN Adelaide's hair is a bit more tossled than I'd like. Kestian is well in need of a haircut in these pictures, but I wasn't about to cut his hair the day before! And is it me or do they look like they are about 12 years old?
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Naming the latest Orsetti spawn
So, as you are all too well aware of, we are expecting our third child in April. In honesty, the main reason why I am excited about having a new kid is that we get to name another person! Though it took awhile last time (what, with two and all to name) to come up with acceptable names, we are happy with our choices and couldn’t think of names that would be a better fit now. Though Laura may stressed about it when we were doing it (women!), I think we both enjoyed coming up with the names.
Now we get to do it again!
But, you know, actually THINKING of a name is hard work, so I’m going to do what I’ve been doing for fun previously and just rolling d1000 (that is a one thousand sided die, actually three 10 sided dice each representing a different decimal) and picking the corresponding number rank of baby names for that sex from last year. As always, I roll for first and middle name with two choices per sex. While the fates decide the contestants, it will be UP TO YOU to pick the winner.
Numbers for Male Name:
896 + 597
293 + 64
Numbers for Female Name:
557 + 797
252 + 25
Let’s see what they are!
Boy:
Eden Damion (NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!)
Armando Luis
Girl:
Aylin Shyla
Crystal Hailey
Ok, it’s a mixed bag here…..of crap! For the boys, Eden? Seriously? What, will his only professional option be gay stripper then? And (please forgive the language) Damion as a name can go fuck itself. Not only have I had to deal with the CONSTANT mispronunciation of my freaking name as ‘Damien’ my whole life (two vowels, two syllables people!), but the alternative spelling of Damion looks too much like my name while still pronouncing like Damien. Why not just have the damn dice suggest ‘Rosetti” as a name? These dice are TAUNTING me!
While Armando Luis is obviously totally Spanish and probably wouldn’t fit, I must admit I really really (seriously) like the name Armando. Sure, we’d probably never use it because we can’t really fit pet-names or nicknames to it, but it is one of those names that just screams awesome in a non-ironic way.
Girls? Aylin Shyla is a combination of two names that are trying too hard to be different, and both with the super-special alternative ‘y’. This name sounds like a character in a bad fantasy novel. Crystal Hailey? Do you know anyone whose name is Crystal that isn’t from poverty? Seriously. It is one of those names that is supposed to sound ‘fancy’ and high class, but that which affluent people would never name their kids. Like Brandy or Sherry.
The dice have failed me! I guess it’s back to Damon Jr. or Diane Jr. (D.J. for short?)
Now we get to do it again!
But, you know, actually THINKING of a name is hard work, so I’m going to do what I’ve been doing for fun previously and just rolling d1000 (that is a one thousand sided die, actually three 10 sided dice each representing a different decimal) and picking the corresponding number rank of baby names for that sex from last year. As always, I roll for first and middle name with two choices per sex. While the fates decide the contestants, it will be UP TO YOU to pick the winner.
Numbers for Male Name:
896 + 597
293 + 64
Numbers for Female Name:
557 + 797
252 + 25
Let’s see what they are!
Boy:
Eden Damion (NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!)
Armando Luis
Girl:
Aylin Shyla
Crystal Hailey
Ok, it’s a mixed bag here…..of crap! For the boys, Eden? Seriously? What, will his only professional option be gay stripper then? And (please forgive the language) Damion as a name can go fuck itself. Not only have I had to deal with the CONSTANT mispronunciation of my freaking name as ‘Damien’ my whole life (two vowels, two syllables people!), but the alternative spelling of Damion looks too much like my name while still pronouncing like Damien. Why not just have the damn dice suggest ‘Rosetti” as a name? These dice are TAUNTING me!
While Armando Luis is obviously totally Spanish and probably wouldn’t fit, I must admit I really really (seriously) like the name Armando. Sure, we’d probably never use it because we can’t really fit pet-names or nicknames to it, but it is one of those names that just screams awesome in a non-ironic way.
Girls? Aylin Shyla is a combination of two names that are trying too hard to be different, and both with the super-special alternative ‘y’. This name sounds like a character in a bad fantasy novel. Crystal Hailey? Do you know anyone whose name is Crystal that isn’t from poverty? Seriously. It is one of those names that is supposed to sound ‘fancy’ and high class, but that which affluent people would never name their kids. Like Brandy or Sherry.
The dice have failed me! I guess it’s back to Damon Jr. or Diane Jr. (D.J. for short?)
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Contrary to recent reports, I am NOT losing it...
I was beginning to think that I was losing it. Me? Ms. Organized? Getting the time of the kids' soccer game wrong? So wrong that we completely missed it? It was just just not like me.
But then I figured I could blame it on "the hormones" or being tired, or better yet my husband - who should also know when the kids' soccer game was... Am I right? Am I right? Either way, I felt horrible that I caused the kids to miss their game.
You see, it was all pretty harmless. We did some things in the morning, then got the kids ready for soccer. A 1:30 game. I was so sure. Pretty sure. At least I thought so. The schedule that the coach had given us was still sitting in the car from the last weekend. I never got it out. But I thought I had put 1:30 on my calendar for some reason, right? Why would I do that?
So we got to the fields about 1:30, I trotted to the back of the car and found the schedule. 11:30. What? Crap I think we missed the game. Good job Laura. Now there are two disappointed children in the car, all ready to play soccer, and we missed it. Nice.
Fortunately I have great kids and since there was Oktoberfest going on they were easily convinced to do that instead. So we headed over and Damon got to listen to Tim Easton play live (how the hell do they get Tim Easton every year for this thing?) while the kids played games and ate candy (still in their soccer uniforms).
It ended up being a fine afternoon (despite everyone who kept asking "who won?") and we marveled at how everything turned out well despite the "mix-up".
Still I kept wondering how I got the time wrong. Did I just leave off a "1" from 11:30 making it 1:30? No, I would have registered it in my mind-clock (always a reliable back-up) that it was "late morning" and not "early afternoon." Oh well. Can't keep worrying about it. After leaving a message on the coach's phone apologizing for missing the game (after all, there are only 8 kids on the team, so with our two missing that's 1/4 of the team!) and double and triple checking the schedule for next week, I promised to move on.
Of course, then I was cleaning my backpack out on Monday and found another copy of the schedule. Only it had a different date on it. A more recent date in fact. It turns out the coach gave me an older schedule that did say "11:30" but the more recent one I printed off the website (and had used to put on my calendar) said .... wait for it.... "1:30."
See I knew it!! Haha! I did have the right time. Why the schedule was changed, why the coach never called to say there was a change, or why he never called me back to say "You did have it right after all" I'll never know. And it bugs me even more that we were in fact there at the right time and missed it anyway because we thought it was the wrong time. And who else from the team got it wrong too? And with a name like "Dolphins" can any of the other teams (like Crush, and Blaze) really take them seriously????
Anyway, fortunately the rest of the games on the schedules match so we should be good to go for the 9:30 game next Saturday (and all the rest). And of this I am sure!
But then I figured I could blame it on "the hormones" or being tired, or better yet my husband - who should also know when the kids' soccer game was... Am I right? Am I right? Either way, I felt horrible that I caused the kids to miss their game.
You see, it was all pretty harmless. We did some things in the morning, then got the kids ready for soccer. A 1:30 game. I was so sure. Pretty sure. At least I thought so. The schedule that the coach had given us was still sitting in the car from the last weekend. I never got it out. But I thought I had put 1:30 on my calendar for some reason, right? Why would I do that?
So we got to the fields about 1:30, I trotted to the back of the car and found the schedule. 11:30. What? Crap I think we missed the game. Good job Laura. Now there are two disappointed children in the car, all ready to play soccer, and we missed it. Nice.
Fortunately I have great kids and since there was Oktoberfest going on they were easily convinced to do that instead. So we headed over and Damon got to listen to Tim Easton play live (how the hell do they get Tim Easton every year for this thing?) while the kids played games and ate candy (still in their soccer uniforms).
It ended up being a fine afternoon (despite everyone who kept asking "who won?") and we marveled at how everything turned out well despite the "mix-up".
Still I kept wondering how I got the time wrong. Did I just leave off a "1" from 11:30 making it 1:30? No, I would have registered it in my mind-clock (always a reliable back-up) that it was "late morning" and not "early afternoon." Oh well. Can't keep worrying about it. After leaving a message on the coach's phone apologizing for missing the game (after all, there are only 8 kids on the team, so with our two missing that's 1/4 of the team!) and double and triple checking the schedule for next week, I promised to move on.
Of course, then I was cleaning my backpack out on Monday and found another copy of the schedule. Only it had a different date on it. A more recent date in fact. It turns out the coach gave me an older schedule that did say "11:30" but the more recent one I printed off the website (and had used to put on my calendar) said .... wait for it.... "1:30."
See I knew it!! Haha! I did have the right time. Why the schedule was changed, why the coach never called to say there was a change, or why he never called me back to say "You did have it right after all" I'll never know. And it bugs me even more that we were in fact there at the right time and missed it anyway because we thought it was the wrong time. And who else from the team got it wrong too? And with a name like "Dolphins" can any of the other teams (like Crush, and Blaze) really take them seriously????
Anyway, fortunately the rest of the games on the schedules match so we should be good to go for the 9:30 game next Saturday (and all the rest). And of this I am sure!
Friday, September 18, 2009
Talk Like a Pirate Day
Ok. Here goes:
Ahoy, me mates! We be thinkin’ it’s high tide t’ walk the plank and get us er baby sitter. This be a huge step fer us. It no’ be that we be despisin’ the ide’r of a lass, but we be despisin’ spendin’ the doubloons for such a triffle event yer call a “date.” Arr! Shiver me timbers, we be a frugal bunch of scoundrels! But me scallywag of a mate has gone found a young lass t’ watch the lil’ buccaneers. Thar be a change in the wind, I be feelin’. This here “Jenny” might stroll on by to meet our sprogs and see if she an the lily-livered youngin’s might get along. Aye, if she be a managin’ to keep them from Davy Jones Locker, I be a happy land-lubber. We’ll be a seein’ just how the youn’ swashbucklers take to the lass, befr’ we be goin’ to pillage for some grog at the nearby port. Aye! Surely only me mate will be splicing the mainbrace, but me sees a buccaneer-free grubbin’ in me future. Avast, it be the new way, me parrot concurs!
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Do you see what I have to put up with?
Several times a day, my dear sweet husband G-Chats me. I know he's just wanting to say hi, to check in, to complain about the world. It's his way. But let me give you all a taste of what a typical chat with Damon is like:
L: here///watch this:
The Big D: uh oh
L: damn it's a link someone posted in FB and I can't grab the link
The Big D: click on it....then click on the think that thakes the 'facebook link' part out
L: i couldn't get the link but I forwarded it to you in FB
The Big D: what IS it?
L: it's cute..cat drinking wateer
The Big D: forse l'ho gia visto
L: ok bye
[Time passes. You can view the video here before continuing...]
The Big D: Let me try to imagine the thought process here
L: hi
The Big D: ok, Let me say what I think you were thinking
L: "afk"?
The Big D: "away from keyboard" google=your friend
L: ahhh
The Big D: "oh look, a video of a cat. ANd look, he is sticking his head under the faucet! HE KEEPS DOING IT! HA, Damon will LOVE this!"
L: but that's how's he DRINKING
The Big D: yes, I got that part
L: he's letting the water go on his head, then roll of and licks it up
The Big D: ok....so let me correct myself....
L: i thought it was cute/clever
The Big D: "Look, a cat. He is sticking his head under the faucet, OMG that is how he is drinking! HE KEEPS DOING IT! Ha Damon will LOVE this!"
L: yup
The Big D: "OMG Damon is such a dick!"
L: yup
The Big D: But did you see, he KEPT DOING IT FOR ALMOST 3 MINUTES!
L: i'm sick of water...I want aSODA
The Big D: Now, if the cat thought that, it would be funny!
L: ok, you hate cats, you hate me...got it
The Big D: nononno, I have a better idea!
L: what...
The Big D: We get the cat, and he drinks water by sticking his head under the faucet, but instead of just stopping there (after 3 minutes), he pours his FOOD on his head to eat it!
L: that would be good
The Big D: We'd be internet famous!
L: ok..enough cute-cat bashing
The Big D: one more....
L: ahh
The Big D: but honestly, it just wasn't that fun or funny for me
L: sorry
The Big D: it was the definition of 'meh'
L: i'll bet
The Big D: Wait, didn't I say I'd stop?
L: yes
The Big D: Do you know what that cat likes to eat?
L: can we move on?
The Big D: Meh-onaise?
L: can I post this "chat" on the blog?
The Big D: Can I [XXXXX XX XXXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX XXX]?
L: i can edit that out
The Big D: Wait, editting our chat?
L: no...i would just "end" it right before that
The Big D: why? Would you post it as 'see what I have to put up with?'
L: yes!!!!!
The Big D: hold on, let me read this
The Big D:whatever
L: until I find that bumper sticker, I got nothing else going
The Big D: oh jesus, what are you writing?
L: huh?
The Big D: I took you like 8 minutes to write "until I find that bumper sticker, I got nothing else going"?
L: no...I wrote it right away, ...YOU were the long pause
L: seriously...
The Big D: seriously
L: ok but no... It's alays saying "The Big D is tyrping" or "The Big D has entered text"
The Big D: uh huh, but really, it was you
L: whatever...
The Big D: this isn't a 'i'm trying to trick you' thing
L: me either
The Big D: uh huh
L: ok this is fun
The Big D: :)
L: ok, talk to you later
The Big D: why the rudeness?
L: what" I said "ok talk you you later"
The Big D: ok, I just took it as a 'ok fine, I'm done"
L: well i am... :)
The Big D: you should copy and paste the chat now before I log off so it doesnt' fuck it up
L: it stays up until I close the box
The Big D: JUST FUCKING DO IT
L: seriously...it's not goping away until I close the pop-out box
The Big D: (that's what she said?"
L: ok bye!
The Big D: you should probably link to the stupid cat thing to give context
L: uh, yeah
The Big D: google search the name and author
L: i already found it on youtube
The Big D: do you know how to use technology?
L: why?
The Big D: (you make fun of me and not doing some technology)
L: I just said that I already found it
The Big D: yes, but I had already typed out most of my snarky response!
L: ahhh
The Big D: vafanculo
L: love you too
The Big D: anchio ti amo
L: bye
The Big D: what have you been up to lately?
L: here///watch this:
The Big D: uh oh
what is ith?
are you going to link to it some time?
L: damn it's a link someone posted in FB and I can't grab the link
hold on
The Big D: click on it....then click on the think that thakes the 'facebook link' part out
be do
be do
questo non interessanta
(this is not interesting)
L: i couldn't get the link but I forwarded it to you in FB
The Big D: what IS it?
maybe I have already seen it
L: it's cute..cat drinking wateer
The Big D: forse l'ho gia visto
oh jesus
cat
ok
fine
I'll look
bye!
L: ok bye
[Time passes. You can view the video here before continuing...]
help me out and tell me if I"m right
ok?
ok?
(I'll take that as a "I am saying yes to everything you say tonight")
afk?
probably
L: hi
The Big D: ok, Let me say what I think you were thinking
L: "afk"?
The Big D: "away from keyboard" google=your friend
L: ahhh
I was
ok go on
The Big D: "oh look, a video of a cat. ANd look, he is sticking his head under the faucet! HE KEEPS DOING IT! HA, Damon will LOVE this!"
L: but that's how's he DRINKING
The Big D: yes, I got that part
L: he's letting the water go on his head, then roll of and licks it up
The Big D: ok....so let me correct myself....
L: i thought it was cute/clever
The Big D: "Look, a cat. He is sticking his head under the faucet, OMG that is how he is drinking! HE KEEPS DOING IT! Ha Damon will LOVE this!"
does that sum it up?
L: yup
The Big D: "OMG Damon is such a dick!"
L: yup
The Big D: But did you see, he KEPT DOING IT FOR ALMOST 3 MINUTES!
L: i'm sick of water...I want aSODA
The Big D: Now, if the cat thought that, it would be funny!
OPening a soda and dumping it on his head. That, I'd watch!
L: ok, you hate cats, you hate me...got it
The Big D: nononno, I have a better idea!
L: what...
The Big D: We get the cat, and he drinks water by sticking his head under the faucet, but instead of just stopping there (after 3 minutes), he pours his FOOD on his head to eat it!
L: that would be good
The Big D: We'd be internet famous!
L: ok..enough cute-cat bashing
The Big D: one more....
(no..jk)
arrrr, I hate the world!
L: ahh
The Big D: but honestly, it just wasn't that fun or funny for me
L: sorry
The Big D: it was the definition of 'meh'
MEH!
I'll bet Jay Leno talks about it!
L: i'll bet
L: yes
The Big D: Do you know what that cat likes to eat?
L: can we move on?
The Big D: Meh-onaise?
Mar-meh-laide?
Crystal meh-th
L: can I post this "chat" on the blog?
The Big D: Can I [XXXXX XX XXXXX XXXX XXXX XXXX XXX]?
(you'd probably can't now!)
L: i can edit that out
The Big D: Wait, editting our chat?
Isn't this "off the record" anyway?
L: no...i would just "end" it right before that
The Big D: why? Would you post it as 'see what I have to put up with?'
L: yes!!!!!
The Big D: hold on, let me read this
The Big D:
if you feel like you need to
if the BEST you can post is something that I write, go ahead
L: until I find that bumper sticker, I got nothing else going
The Big D: oh jesus, what are you writing?
L: huh?
The Big D: I took you like 8 minutes to write "until I find that bumper sticker, I got nothing else going"?
L: no...I wrote it right away, ...YOU were the long pause
L: seriously...
The Big D: seriously
you had a long ass time where it said "L is typing"
and then it was a little sentence
like a badly translated movie
Like now, you are typing forever
L: ok but no... It's alays saying "The Big D is tyrping" or "The Big D has entered text"
The Big D: uh huh, but really, it was you
seriously
L: whatever...
The Big D: this isn't a 'i'm trying to trick you' thing
L: me either
The Big D: uh huh
just like the whole 'I wasn't trying to trick you into getting me pregnant' ruse
L: ok this is fun
The Big D: :)
fine, edit the chat and post away
L: ok, talk to you later
The Big D: why the rudeness?
L: what" I said "ok talk you you later"
The Big D: ok, I just took it as a 'ok fine, I'm done"
L: well i am... :)
The Big D: you should copy and paste the chat now before I log off so it doesnt' fuck it up
L: it stays up until I close the box
The Big D: JUST FUCKING DO IT
er....
it might be a good idea to do it anyway, just in case
L: seriously...it's not goping away until I close the pop-out box
i leave the box open all day, whether you are chatting or have signed off
The Big D: (that's what she said?"
ok
bye!
L: ok bye!
The Big D: you should probably link to the stupid cat thing to give context
L: uh, yeah
The Big D: google search the name and author
L: i already found it on youtube
The Big D: do you know how to use technology?
L: why?
The Big D: (you make fun of me and not doing some technology)
L: I just said that I already found it
The Big D: yes, but I had already typed out most of my snarky response!
L: ahhh
The Big D: vafanculo
L: love you too
The Big D: anchio ti amo
bye!
L: bye
Monday, September 14, 2009
This and that and everything else
Yeah...I'm uninspired today. Meh, what can you do about it. I've got all these little things to mention, but I don't feel like creating an artistic post for each one. So I'm throwing it all at you at once. Ready?
I Survived a Chuck E Cheese Party
The kids were invited to their friend's birthday party at Chuck E Cheese. The kids were all too happy to oblige. They played with their friends, ate pizza and cup cakes, played a bunch of games, and met Mr. Chuck himself. Because everyone else on the planet was there at the same time, it was an insane two hours.
Deck-ando-palooza
Then my long-time friend came with her family to visit for a few days. There was grillin', there was chillin', and some serious Settlers of Catan going on. I had an awesome time getting to re-know my friend and learn all about how Zoey came into their lives. I can't wait to visit with them again...
Soccer, Soccer, Soccer
The kids had their first official soccer "game" this weekend. We just got their uniforms, and they look great in their over-sized blue Dolphins outfits. As you can see below, Kestian was more into observing the game than getting in on the action, while Adelaide was front and center and even got a goal!
Bon Cheveaux
Since Damon keeps saying Kestian looks like a "sassy younger brother from a 1970's sitcom" with his moppy hair, we decided that it was time AGAIN to cut his hair. He looks like he is about 7 years old now.
Down One Day, Up the Next
This weekend I felt the full force of being pregnant. Yeah, I've been tired, yeah I've had moments where I carefully mapped out the closest bathroom (just in case). But Saturday was like a bomb hit me. Maybe because I was sick earlier, maybe because I have been doing too much, or maybe all of that PLUS being preggers came to a head and my body said "You Shall Not Move." I woke up on Saturday, fed the kids breakfast, and proceeded to sit on the couch, dozing in and out of sleep, until I went to bed that night. Ok, I did make it to the kids soccer game, (where I sat in a chair not moving), but I was the most useless person evar! But then, for whatever reason, on Sunday I cleaned out the garage (we can now park the car in there), took the kids for a walk, hooked up the sprinkler for them, did some dishes and laundry, and whatever else. Go figure...
Ok good. Now we are all caught up.
I Survived a Chuck E Cheese Party
The kids were invited to their friend's birthday party at Chuck E Cheese. The kids were all too happy to oblige. They played with their friends, ate pizza and cup cakes, played a bunch of games, and met Mr. Chuck himself. Because everyone else on the planet was there at the same time, it was an insane two hours.
Deck-ando-palooza
Then my long-time friend came with her family to visit for a few days. There was grillin', there was chillin', and some serious Settlers of Catan going on. I had an awesome time getting to re-know my friend and learn all about how Zoey came into their lives. I can't wait to visit with them again...
Soccer, Soccer, Soccer
The kids had their first official soccer "game" this weekend. We just got their uniforms, and they look great in their over-sized blue Dolphins outfits. As you can see below, Kestian was more into observing the game than getting in on the action, while Adelaide was front and center and even got a goal!
Bon Cheveaux
Since Damon keeps saying Kestian looks like a "sassy younger brother from a 1970's sitcom" with his moppy hair, we decided that it was time AGAIN to cut his hair. He looks like he is about 7 years old now.
Down One Day, Up the Next
This weekend I felt the full force of being pregnant. Yeah, I've been tired, yeah I've had moments where I carefully mapped out the closest bathroom (just in case). But Saturday was like a bomb hit me. Maybe because I was sick earlier, maybe because I have been doing too much, or maybe all of that PLUS being preggers came to a head and my body said "You Shall Not Move." I woke up on Saturday, fed the kids breakfast, and proceeded to sit on the couch, dozing in and out of sleep, until I went to bed that night. Ok, I did make it to the kids soccer game, (where I sat in a chair not moving), but I was the most useless person evar! But then, for whatever reason, on Sunday I cleaned out the garage (we can now park the car in there), took the kids for a walk, hooked up the sprinkler for them, did some dishes and laundry, and whatever else. Go figure...
Ok good. Now we are all caught up.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Our opinion matters! (Who knew?)
We're not big TV watchers in our family. I'd say "below average" in terms of hours-per-week that the TV is on. Damon hardly watches any at all, and pretty much hates it when I have the TV on (except if it's baseball), but he'll probably admit that I don't watch all that much either. I indulge in an hour or so after the kids go to bed (often falling asleep while doing so), and more often enjoy watching a DVD from the shelf or Netflix. But really we don't watch it when we get home from work, after dinner, and most of the weekend. I guess we are just too busy.
But the other day, we were sent a postcard from Nielsen. You know - like as in Nielsen Ratings... Yeah. Our time has come. FINALLY someone out there thinks our opinion is important.
Now what Nielsen sent us was a just a short survey to fill out. Actually, they also sent us $2 in cash - probably as some sort of enticement to return the survey. But, seriously, there is no need to pay me to do this. Heck I would have paid them $2 to fill out the survey. (Although I am keeping the $2. Is that wrong?)
Anyhow, I'm quite sure that once the fine people at Nielsen read our responses (we have 3 TVS, we do not have a DVR, we have cell phones, and YES we have heard of Nielsen before!) that they will induct us into the Nielsen Hall of Fame and officially christen us a Nielsen Family.
Oh how I have longed for years to get a Nielsen box. You think I am joking? I even went to their website a while back to see if I could request it somehow. Apparently you have to be selected. (Their leaflet says that they select homes based on random sampling, but I'm sure that's code for "We picked you because you are awesome.")
So I have my fingers crossed and hoping we pass this first screening and they offer us the box. Then they will get a taste of what highly intelligent people with very limited (and therefore very valuable) time watch on TV. You know: America's Next Top Model, LOST, More to Love, and lots and lots of Arthur.
But the other day, we were sent a postcard from Nielsen. You know - like as in Nielsen Ratings... Yeah. Our time has come. FINALLY someone out there thinks our opinion is important.
Now what Nielsen sent us was a just a short survey to fill out. Actually, they also sent us $2 in cash - probably as some sort of enticement to return the survey. But, seriously, there is no need to pay me to do this. Heck I would have paid them $2 to fill out the survey. (Although I am keeping the $2. Is that wrong?)
Anyhow, I'm quite sure that once the fine people at Nielsen read our responses (we have 3 TVS, we do not have a DVR, we have cell phones, and YES we have heard of Nielsen before!) that they will induct us into the Nielsen Hall of Fame and officially christen us a Nielsen Family.
Oh how I have longed for years to get a Nielsen box. You think I am joking? I even went to their website a while back to see if I could request it somehow. Apparently you have to be selected. (Their leaflet says that they select homes based on random sampling, but I'm sure that's code for "We picked you because you are awesome.")
So I have my fingers crossed and hoping we pass this first screening and they offer us the box. Then they will get a taste of what highly intelligent people with very limited (and therefore very valuable) time watch on TV. You know: America's Next Top Model, LOST, More to Love, and lots and lots of Arthur.
Wednesday, September 09, 2009
Too close for comfort
Ok. I went to the doctor again today. Second ultrasound in a week. Last Wednesday the ultrasound was showing something unusual. An alien? Perhaps. These in-utero beings are a bit homely. But, really, the ultrasound was definitely showing some sort of "mass" next to the sac that the baby is in (on the left in the picture; the arrow is pointing to the baby):
Sounds suspicious, huh? I thought so. The Doc thought so.
So Doc had me repeat the ultrasound today to see if anything had changed. Well, the baby is getting bigger, we can hear the heartbeat, etc. All good. But that "mass," it's still there (on the upper right in the picture):
What could it be? "A tumor?" I asked. Because, you know, I like to dwell on the worst possible scenarios. It gives me something to do.
"No. That would be extremely unlikely. It's probably a blood clot. Or you might have had twins, but lost one," said the Doc.
Uh...say again?
Ok. Look. I know that since I had what my Doc today referred to as "Spontaneous Twins" last time, we were really nervous that it could happen again. Sure, not everyone who has twins goes on to only have twins in all future pregnancies, but the chances were higher for us to have twins in this second pregnancy than that of someone who had a singleton previously.
But, then again, I also wasn't too worried about having twins again, for the same reason: many people who have twins don't go on to have more twins.
Then this.
And how am I supposed to feel about it. I am relieved to know that we are just having one this time. It was that hard before. I don't want to do it again. Been there. Done that. Got the T-shirt. (Thanks, Julie - got that quote from you!)
But to think that we were really that close again. Scared. Freaked out. Terrified. Yeah, it's also something like that. And should I be sad if this turns out to be a "lost twin" that we created - another life we won't know? Should I miss it? Should I mourn it? And what does this imply about any future pregnancies I might have?
Mostly, though, I am glad to just focus on what we do have, and not all the "could have been's." It obviously wasn't meant to be, and I'm fine with that. I will not miss what I did not know. I will not be sad over losing something that I never really had. All I want to do is focus on little Damon/Diane Orsetti Jr (that's what we are calling it now), and all that his/her future has to bring.
Post Script:
Next week I'm having another, higher resolution, ultrasound to confirm just what the mass is. Whether it's just a boring blood clot or a lost twin, I won't worry too much about it.
So Doc had me repeat the ultrasound today to see if anything had changed. Well, the baby is getting bigger, we can hear the heartbeat, etc. All good. But that "mass," it's still there (on the upper right in the picture):
What could it be? "A tumor?" I asked. Because, you know, I like to dwell on the worst possible scenarios. It gives me something to do.
"No. That would be extremely unlikely. It's probably a blood clot. Or you might have had twins, but lost one," said the Doc.
Uh...say again?
Ok. Look. I know that since I had what my Doc today referred to as "Spontaneous Twins" last time, we were really nervous that it could happen again. Sure, not everyone who has twins goes on to only have twins in all future pregnancies, but the chances were higher for us to have twins in this second pregnancy than that of someone who had a singleton previously.
But, then again, I also wasn't too worried about having twins again, for the same reason: many people who have twins don't go on to have more twins.
Then this.
And how am I supposed to feel about it. I am relieved to know that we are just having one this time. It was that hard before. I don't want to do it again. Been there. Done that. Got the T-shirt. (Thanks, Julie - got that quote from you!)
But to think that we were really that close again. Scared. Freaked out. Terrified. Yeah, it's also something like that. And should I be sad if this turns out to be a "lost twin" that we created - another life we won't know? Should I miss it? Should I mourn it? And what does this imply about any future pregnancies I might have?
Mostly, though, I am glad to just focus on what we do have, and not all the "could have been's." It obviously wasn't meant to be, and I'm fine with that. I will not miss what I did not know. I will not be sad over losing something that I never really had. All I want to do is focus on little Damon/Diane Orsetti Jr (that's what we are calling it now), and all that his/her future has to bring.
Post Script:
Next week I'm having another, higher resolution, ultrasound to confirm just what the mass is. Whether it's just a boring blood clot or a lost twin, I won't worry too much about it.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Eight blurbs
Blurb 1: Adelaide: “Mommy, how do babies get put into your tummy?”
Laura: “Well they just get put there so they can start growing”.
Not necessarily what I would say, but they still got another 4-5 years before they will fully understand. We’ll probably explain stuff along the way (it won’t be ‘a talk’ in the singular), but for now it is enough that they know that babies grow in mommies’ tummies.
Blurb 2: Kestian and Adelaide tell me they played freeze tag at school today. It is funny seeing them doing things that I remember doing myself. They were also watching Arthur today, and I am starting to wonder how much of it they are actually getting. I used to think they just watch it for entertainment (with pretty pictures and all), but Arthur is in third grade, which is only about four years away from them, so they might relate to some of it. That’s fine, I really like Arthur.
Blurb 3: Company was in town this weekend, and boy am I glad that Laura is already pregnant. Having a cute little baby around always increases the risk of an outbreak of baby fever, but it didn’t matter this time. I guess that is good? The kids were very good with Zoey and watched over her and were very inclusive and sharing. I know I get grumpy and frustrated with my kids (mealtimes try my patience way more than they should), but I’ll never ever doubt how sweet and wonderful they truly are.
Blurb 4: I’ve had a headache since I got home, but that compounds with the beginning of Fall feeling that sucks. I’ve always had this (probably an undiagnosed seasonal affective disorder thing), but there is a certain feeling when the days start getting shorter and you are in your house and it is dark but still evening. I equate it (like right now) with the smell of dust in your nose, a dull feeling of restlessness, and an almost claustrophobic anxiety. Nothing drastic, but it is there just the same. Once the cold weather comes it will be gone, but this beginning of Fall is always like this.
Blurb 5: Kestian insists that he wants a brother while Adelaide insists that she wants a sister. Why do kids want only of their own sex? And while I will love a new child of either sex, I will strongly agree with Kestian. I have a daughter, I’m good.
Blurb 6: I am actually quite active in my ‘book a week’ reading, but I just am not very up to writing crap about each one. Last time I did a six-in-one review, but this time I just don’t feel up to it. Hey, at least I’m reading a lot more lately (which was the whole impetus of trying to read and write about a book a week).
Blurb 7: One of the books that I want to get to read is Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K. Le Guin. It is a sci-fi book about stuff I’d be interested in anyway, but what draws me to it is that the main character is named George Orr, which is the name of Laura’s paternal grandfather who died in WWII. Le Guin is still alive but old (she’ll be 80 next month), so while I doubt she would have known Laura’s grandfather, it IS possible. Maybe I should email her?
Blurb 8: The kids are really cute and upstairs talking with each other nicely. But it is close to nine at night and I can hear them while I sit downstairs in the parlor writing this. I love them, they are cute and sweet, but sometimes I wish they would just shut the fuck up and go to sleep.
Laura: “Well they just get put there so they can start growing”.
Not necessarily what I would say, but they still got another 4-5 years before they will fully understand. We’ll probably explain stuff along the way (it won’t be ‘a talk’ in the singular), but for now it is enough that they know that babies grow in mommies’ tummies.
Blurb 2: Kestian and Adelaide tell me they played freeze tag at school today. It is funny seeing them doing things that I remember doing myself. They were also watching Arthur today, and I am starting to wonder how much of it they are actually getting. I used to think they just watch it for entertainment (with pretty pictures and all), but Arthur is in third grade, which is only about four years away from them, so they might relate to some of it. That’s fine, I really like Arthur.
Blurb 3: Company was in town this weekend, and boy am I glad that Laura is already pregnant. Having a cute little baby around always increases the risk of an outbreak of baby fever, but it didn’t matter this time. I guess that is good? The kids were very good with Zoey and watched over her and were very inclusive and sharing. I know I get grumpy and frustrated with my kids (mealtimes try my patience way more than they should), but I’ll never ever doubt how sweet and wonderful they truly are.
Blurb 4: I’ve had a headache since I got home, but that compounds with the beginning of Fall feeling that sucks. I’ve always had this (probably an undiagnosed seasonal affective disorder thing), but there is a certain feeling when the days start getting shorter and you are in your house and it is dark but still evening. I equate it (like right now) with the smell of dust in your nose, a dull feeling of restlessness, and an almost claustrophobic anxiety. Nothing drastic, but it is there just the same. Once the cold weather comes it will be gone, but this beginning of Fall is always like this.
Blurb 5: Kestian insists that he wants a brother while Adelaide insists that she wants a sister. Why do kids want only of their own sex? And while I will love a new child of either sex, I will strongly agree with Kestian. I have a daughter, I’m good.
Blurb 6: I am actually quite active in my ‘book a week’ reading, but I just am not very up to writing crap about each one. Last time I did a six-in-one review, but this time I just don’t feel up to it. Hey, at least I’m reading a lot more lately (which was the whole impetus of trying to read and write about a book a week).
Blurb 7: One of the books that I want to get to read is Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K. Le Guin. It is a sci-fi book about stuff I’d be interested in anyway, but what draws me to it is that the main character is named George Orr, which is the name of Laura’s paternal grandfather who died in WWII. Le Guin is still alive but old (she’ll be 80 next month), so while I doubt she would have known Laura’s grandfather, it IS possible. Maybe I should email her?
Blurb 8: The kids are really cute and upstairs talking with each other nicely. But it is close to nine at night and I can hear them while I sit downstairs in the parlor writing this. I love them, they are cute and sweet, but sometimes I wish they would just shut the fuck up and go to sleep.
Friday, September 04, 2009
It's official...
Ok ok. I guess I'll say something "official" now. It's been alluded to in many posts, even specifically noted in a very recent post, so I guess it's time to finally say something...
Yes...we are thinking about getting a baby sitter.
Ok ok...I could go on teasing for weeks, but here it (really) is....
Yes, I am pregnant. Yeah, remember that whole long post I wrote a while back about why we'd never have any more kids. Yeah, well "things" happen. Things that aren't exactly "planned." And we find ourselves "pregnant." Well, I'M pregnant, but you know what I mean...
I'll write more about it later, but at this point I'm about 6 weeks along. We had an ultrasound and found out it's JUST ONE. (Thank god, thank god, thank god, thank god!) The doc is watching my hormone levels but recent tests all point to things going well. If you believe in "due dates" this child has been assigned 4/28/2010.
But this time will be easier, as we already have a lot figured out from the last time (circumcision is a 'no', breastfeeding and co-sleeping is a 'yes.'). Still we are left with deciding if we want a doula again, whether to try for a VBAC (although I will tell you straight out that if it has to be a c-section it will NOT be scheduled), and the all important question: What minivan should we buy?
More later.
Yes...we are thinking about getting a baby sitter.
Ok ok...I could go on teasing for weeks, but here it (really) is....
Yes, I am pregnant. Yeah, remember that whole long post I wrote a while back about why we'd never have any more kids. Yeah, well "things" happen. Things that aren't exactly "planned." And we find ourselves "pregnant." Well, I'M pregnant, but you know what I mean...
I'll write more about it later, but at this point I'm about 6 weeks along. We had an ultrasound and found out it's JUST ONE. (Thank god, thank god, thank god, thank god!) The doc is watching my hormone levels but recent tests all point to things going well. If you believe in "due dates" this child has been assigned 4/28/2010.
But this time will be easier, as we already have a lot figured out from the last time (circumcision is a 'no', breastfeeding and co-sleeping is a 'yes.'). Still we are left with deciding if we want a doula again, whether to try for a VBAC (although I will tell you straight out that if it has to be a c-section it will NOT be scheduled), and the all important question: What minivan should we buy?
More later.
The end of an era
What? Are you crazy?!
Yes, that's what a lot of people say when they find out about our current situation. I try to explain, but they stare at me blankly as they struggle to understand what could have possibly brought us to this.
How do you manage? they often ask. How can you keep up?
But I just say, "Well it's all we've ever known and we have always been happy this way."
You see - we have never owned a dryer. We are proud of that fact. We've been married over 12 years and have two kids, and no dryer. It's always just made sense to us - to not have a dryer.
It all started after college. In college we had to always go down to the communal laundry room, hauling several loads of wash at a time along with detergent and quarters, "claiming" a washer, and then waiting forever for it to be our turn. Then, the fun part came: After loading in our laundry, plunking in a dozen or so quarters, it was time to wait again. Why wait? Well it wasn't so much as issue for the washers, but it was for the dryers. We had too often witnessed other people load up their clothes in dryers and then leave, only to have someone who was lurking in the shadows open up the dryer and take out all the clothes (sometimes stealing what looked good), courteously put them on top of the dryer, and then put their clothes in - effectively drying their clothes on the other person's dime. The poor fool would return to a wet pile of clothes while some stranger's clothes were fluffed and warm. Laundry sucked.
When we moved to an apartment, not much had changed. So to lighten the dryer load (haha) we started only drying those things that really needed to go in a dryer (towels, sheets, socks, underwear) keeping out the rest. This allowed us to cut down on money used on dryers and the ever more important "shrinkage" issue. Soon we had our own drying racks and found it wasn't worth the money to run a load in the dryer for the non-shrinkables. Add to that the fact that by then we were living in Arizona and things would be dry in about 30 seconds.
So when we finally moved into a place with a washer/dryer hookup, we opted to only hookup a washer. It has been fine for years - even when the kids came along. As long as I did a load every 2 or 3 days I could always be on top of things.
But things more recently have not been going so well. The kids are older, so their clothes are bigger, and with Kestian still having occasional accidents at night I'm always having to wash his bed linens. If it was just "clothes" it would be fine. But add to it sheets, towels, barfed-on sleeping bags, and the all too often "missed days" where I should be doing laundry and I forget or am sick or too busy, and it's near impossible to keep up anymore.
So today Damon tells me: "Honey, it's been a good run, but I think it's time to get a dryer." And I guess he's right. There is laundry all over the house, and it's not going anywhere fast. Let me present to you all the laundry that continues to await laundering - day after day. Mind you, I did a load of wash last night...
Exhibit 1: Fall clothes bought at the recent consignment sale waiting to be washed before they can be put away.
Exhibit 2: The kids clothes that they take off before bath. I had a hamper in the bathroom to collect it all, but it's in the laundry room full of clothes waiting to be washed.
Exhibit 3: Clothes in our bathroom that we have been too lazy to put in the hamper. See Exhibit 4.
Exhibit 4: Clothes in the bedroom hamper. Note the two wash baskets are full, plus the stuff that has spilled over.
Exhibit 5: The laundry room. The clothes on the drying racks have just been washed and are drying. The stuff in the black basket, the white hamper, and on the floor are still waiting to be washed...and have been for quite some time.
So I guess it's time. This era has ended and a new one begins. I wonder if there are any good sales this weekend...
Yes, that's what a lot of people say when they find out about our current situation. I try to explain, but they stare at me blankly as they struggle to understand what could have possibly brought us to this.
How do you manage? they often ask. How can you keep up?
But I just say, "Well it's all we've ever known and we have always been happy this way."
You see - we have never owned a dryer. We are proud of that fact. We've been married over 12 years and have two kids, and no dryer. It's always just made sense to us - to not have a dryer.
It all started after college. In college we had to always go down to the communal laundry room, hauling several loads of wash at a time along with detergent and quarters, "claiming" a washer, and then waiting forever for it to be our turn. Then, the fun part came: After loading in our laundry, plunking in a dozen or so quarters, it was time to wait again. Why wait? Well it wasn't so much as issue for the washers, but it was for the dryers. We had too often witnessed other people load up their clothes in dryers and then leave, only to have someone who was lurking in the shadows open up the dryer and take out all the clothes (sometimes stealing what looked good), courteously put them on top of the dryer, and then put their clothes in - effectively drying their clothes on the other person's dime. The poor fool would return to a wet pile of clothes while some stranger's clothes were fluffed and warm. Laundry sucked.
When we moved to an apartment, not much had changed. So to lighten the dryer load (haha) we started only drying those things that really needed to go in a dryer (towels, sheets, socks, underwear) keeping out the rest. This allowed us to cut down on money used on dryers and the ever more important "shrinkage" issue. Soon we had our own drying racks and found it wasn't worth the money to run a load in the dryer for the non-shrinkables. Add to that the fact that by then we were living in Arizona and things would be dry in about 30 seconds.
So when we finally moved into a place with a washer/dryer hookup, we opted to only hookup a washer. It has been fine for years - even when the kids came along. As long as I did a load every 2 or 3 days I could always be on top of things.
But things more recently have not been going so well. The kids are older, so their clothes are bigger, and with Kestian still having occasional accidents at night I'm always having to wash his bed linens. If it was just "clothes" it would be fine. But add to it sheets, towels, barfed-on sleeping bags, and the all too often "missed days" where I should be doing laundry and I forget or am sick or too busy, and it's near impossible to keep up anymore.
So today Damon tells me: "Honey, it's been a good run, but I think it's time to get a dryer." And I guess he's right. There is laundry all over the house, and it's not going anywhere fast. Let me present to you all the laundry that continues to await laundering - day after day. Mind you, I did a load of wash last night...
Exhibit 1: Fall clothes bought at the recent consignment sale waiting to be washed before they can be put away.
Exhibit 2: The kids clothes that they take off before bath. I had a hamper in the bathroom to collect it all, but it's in the laundry room full of clothes waiting to be washed.
Exhibit 3: Clothes in our bathroom that we have been too lazy to put in the hamper. See Exhibit 4.
Exhibit 4: Clothes in the bedroom hamper. Note the two wash baskets are full, plus the stuff that has spilled over.
Exhibit 5: The laundry room. The clothes on the drying racks have just been washed and are drying. The stuff in the black basket, the white hamper, and on the floor are still waiting to be washed...and have been for quite some time.
So I guess it's time. This era has ended and a new one begins. I wonder if there are any good sales this weekend...
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Application: Mother of the Year
Date: 9/3/2009
Name: Laura Orsetti
Address: **** ****** ***** **
City: Lexington
State: KY
Zip: 40517
Number and Age of Children: 2 children (both age 4); 6 weeks pregnant
Please describe a recent experience that you feel should qualify you for "Mother of the Year":
It was Tuesday. I needed to stay home from work because I was really sick with a bad cold. My husband dutifully got the kids up and dressed and drove them to daycare before continuing on to his work. With the kids at daycare and me being sick, there was no need for me to have the car - our only car - and I thought it would be easier than having to go out driving everyone to and from daycare/work when I felt so terrible. And since I am pregnant I did not want to take any medicine, leaving to me to feel every ounce of discomfort humanly possible. I wanted to be left to revel in my misery. (Me = martyr).
11:30am - the phone rings. "It's the daycare and your son has a fever. Please come get him." I tried to explain that I was home sick, I did not have a car, and my husband was teaching from 11-5. "Well, just call us back when you know what you are going to do." Great. No sympathy.
With no cash to pay for a cab, and no car, my only option was to walk to get him. Problem: (aside from feeling like CRAP on several different levels) the daycare was 4.5 miles away. That's 4.5 MILES EACH WAY. But devoted mother I am, I loaded up the wagon with water bottles and headed out on my long journey. That's right. I was hoofing it.
Almost 4 miles into my hike, my husband called saying that he was on his way to get me and our son. Thank God! I did not want to make that walk back. I felt terrible, I was so tired, and in my fevered delirium I chose to wear flip-flops for my hell-walk. Not a good choice.
My Hero arrived, I got in the car, and we went to get our son. This time I was keeping the car. But that also meant I had to drive my husband back to work. Meanwhile, we agreed that I should take my son to the doctor to get checked out. So I dropped off my husband and took my son to the doctor. The nurse at my son's doctor's office said to me "Honey-child! You need to get yourself to the doctor!" I said I was fine, but she would not relent. So I made an appointment for myself. After my son's doctor declared "Stomach Flu" even though my son was not throwing up, I went to see my doctor who declared "Sinus Infection." I'm not sure it really was, and I was really skeptical since I did not think my son actually had the stomach flu.
OK. All done with the doctors, we headed home at 3pm to finally have lunch. My son inhaled two cheese sandwiches while I made myself an egg/cheese/English muffin sandwich.
"Hurry up with 'lunch' and we can go take a nap" I eagerly told my son. I was so tired and felt so awful.
Meanwhile, while we were going from one doctor to another, I had some concern about my own pregnant state and left a message with my obstetrician. So while we were eating lunch, the nurse called me back and said "Hmmm. It may be nothing, but please come in for a blood test."
OK. Back in the car we went, and we got to the doctor's office only to end up sitting in the waiting room for an hour - but entertained by a video of Kung Fu Panda - until the phlebotomist could draw my blood.
Two minutes after she took my blood we were headed out. By then it was 5pm and so I thought we might as well pick my daughter up from daycare before driving back to campus to get my husband.
After an hour in the car to pick up all required passengers, we made it home and I went to bed.
An hour or so later my husband called me down saying that my son was wheezing badly. We called the on-call nurse and discussed. Eventually she said to take him to Central Baptist. So at 7:45pm my son and husband headed out while I stayed home with my daughter.
Checking in with my husband, I found out that my son needed a chest x-ray and was going to be "swabbed" for flu. Results: No fluid in the lungs. No flu. Yup, he's just "sick." I manage to get my daughter to bed (no bath! but I did read a story!) and waited for my boys to get home.
When they arrived at 10:45pm, my son was so wired and hungry (I thought for sure he'd fall asleep in the car), that I treated him to a butterscotch krimpet before sending him to bed.
11:00 pm: I finally went to bed. With everyone else taken care of, I could finally rest...in all my misery. And yes, I would do it again (but not any time soon).
Respectfully submitted by Laura Orsetti
Thank You for your Application!
We will continue accepting applications until Midnight, October 31, 2009.
National Mother of the Year Accreditation Agency
We will continue accepting applications until Midnight, October 31, 2009.
National Mother of the Year Accreditation Agency
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
More name randomness madness!
Previously on the blog:
“Let’s roll up some names randomly from the popular names from last year!”
“Yeah, let’s do it!”
“Uhhh, this feels weird, what is going on with this? The names are crappy!”
“Stop rolling, these name aren’t getting better….NOOOOOOO!!!!”
Ok, those names were….well…they weren’t the best. I’ll give my two cents:
Boys:
563
943 (YES, high number goodness!)
Girls:
408
674
(Ok ok ok, I admit I re-rolled those because the names I rolled sucked, but in a bland way. Nothing that screams ‘wacky’ or ‘shitty’ or ‘inappropriate.’ But I am admitting it, so my integrity is intact!)
Boys:
Boston Orsetti
Maximillian Orsetti (high number didn’t fail me here!)
Girls:
Willow Orsetti
Montserrat Orsetti
I’m damn glad I cheated and re-rolled.
Give thoughts and mocking or praise. Don’t worry, the dice won’t take offense (they did pick them after all).
“Let’s roll up some names randomly from the popular names from last year!”
“Yeah, let’s do it!”
“Uhhh, this feels weird, what is going on with this? The names are crappy!”
“Stop rolling, these name aren’t getting better….NOOOOOOO!!!!”
Ok, those names were….well…they weren’t the best. I’ll give my two cents:
- Jordan: Too sexually ambiguous (screw you world, gender is NOT appropriate here!). So while there were almost 9,000 Jordan boys born last year, there were also 2,605 Jordan girls born last year. Besides, too common.
- River: Too obviously wannabe hippy sounding. It is trying too hard. But it goes great with Jordan (though probably not in a name).
- Annabel: Ehhh, don’t hate it, but sounds old fashioned in a bad way. Was a title of a song on Gillian Welch’s first album, so it has points for that.
- Jayla: Chris summarized that one.
Boys:
563
943 (YES, high number goodness!)
Girls:
408
674
(Ok ok ok, I admit I re-rolled those because the names I rolled sucked, but in a bland way. Nothing that screams ‘wacky’ or ‘shitty’ or ‘inappropriate.’ But I am admitting it, so my integrity is intact!)
Boys:
Boston Orsetti
Maximillian Orsetti (high number didn’t fail me here!)
Girls:
Willow Orsetti
Montserrat Orsetti
I’m damn glad I cheated and re-rolled.
Give thoughts and mocking or praise. Don’t worry, the dice won’t take offense (they did pick them after all).
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