Saturday, October 31, 2009

My Baby Girl's 1st Halloween!

What a difference a year makes! I took this picture of my pregnant belly as we walked home last Halloween after taking Owen trick or treating for the first time, well, the first time he could enjoy the experience or the candy. Now here he sits with his little sister for her first time trick or treating! I think they both had a great time.

We dressed them up as a Virginia Tech football player and cheerleader. It was the easy way out as we already had the clothes and accessories, but it wasn't my original plan. I was going to make River a flower but the headpiece got out of hand and I had to back off of it. Not my strong suit, but it needed to be done. By the time I finished that damn thing, her poor little neck could never have held it up. I have a knack for overdoing things.

Anyway, the costumes they DID wear, really got a workout this year. Between the hayrides, farm festivals and parties, I think they wore their costumes no less than 6 or 7 times. I was a washing fool! I was able to get tons of pictures of them and even had them taken professionally when I took River in for her 9 month pictures.

River seemed to have fun just riding around in the wagon and seeing other kids. She isn't ever up and certainly not out that late so it was a bit of a treat for her. She got a little fussy towards the end of the night, but it was over an hour past her bedtime when we finally put her down and she really likes to sleep. It's been a very busy 10 days or so for River. Two teeth, crawling, finger foods, trick or treating...lots of stuff happeneing for her. She's a busy girl!

Chris and I carved our own pumpkins, just like we do every year and then compare to see whose is best. They're both nice, just different. Owen likes to look at them when we're done and I know it's only a matter of time before he wants to help. God help us! We allowed him to have some candy after we checked it out. Chris and I made some deals at the kitchen table while we decided who would get the "good candy." I never knew we both liked Lemonheads so much.

Owen has been hopped up on sugar since early Friday morning for our 2nd annual playgroup Halloween party, which is always fun. He is a machine! My son is NEVER full! He can always eat. He ate a massive amount of candy corn. Every time I turned around, he had his hand in the bowl. He thought it was funny to keep sneaking them after I told him not to, over and over. I told him that he couldn't have the chocolate dipped pretzel stick and he seemed to listen. I was actually kind of impressed that he backed off of them. Until I got him home and was getting him ready for nap time only to find one of them stuck to the inside of his jersey. This meant that he'd gotten one when I wasn't looking, sucked on it a bit and then hid it under his shirt. Sneaky little fucker! I don't even want to think of the things my little River is going to learn from him.

Now that Halloween is over, I'm excited to make River some fresh pumpkin!

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Jesus, Give me a break!

This whole God thing has gotten out of hand. Apparently a Home Dept employee in Florida was fired because he was wearing a button on his apron that said "One nation under God, indivisible." Now he's all pissed and crying religious freedom. We all have religious freedom. We also have the freedom to start our own businesses and wear whatever buttons we choose, just like Home Depot, the company that signs this guys check has the right to say , "TAKE OFF THAT FUCKING BUTTON, YOU WORK ME US, JACKASS!"

Do you really think Home Depot cares if this guy believes in God or not? Do you really think Home Depot is going out of their way to suppress this guys religious freedom? Give me a break, if a Jew had the Star of David on their apron, or a Muslim had a button with a guy praying to the East on it, this guy wouldn't give two shits about religious freedom. I'm sure he'd say, "Hey, this is America, we believe in God here..duh, duh, duh" It's always the same type of people. They bitch about the freedoms that they deserve but then don't think they belong to everyone. Even TGI Fridays has to approve your "flair."

"I've worn it for well over a year and I support my country and God," Trevor Keezer said Tuesday. "I was just doing what I think every American should do, just love my country." WTF? He thinks he was fired because he reads a bible during his lunch break. He's one of those guys that thinks the world is out to get him because he calls himself a christian. I read the whole article just waiting for him to say, "They hate us because of our freedom," please!

Keezer was offered a company-approved pin that said, "United We Stand," but he declined. Oooohhhhh, he hates the troops! Please, I'm begging you, put down the fucking button and go back to work, no one cares about your button, except for you and a few other crazies. I also can't believe people want to make it so Home Depot will be forced to let him wear the button. We can't make the Boy Scouts allow gay scouts or scout leaders, and that's OK, but we have to make Home Depot hire an idiot? This goes back to freedom for some but not for all. GO AMERICA! Way to half ass it to benefit yourself! That's what America is all about.

Also, the reporting on this sucks. I've read over 10 different articles on this today and this guy is aged anywhere from 19-27. Get with it people. How hard is it?
One article about this crap, below:

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Oink, Oink, Oink.....

So after much inner debate, research, more inner debate, talks with my husband and much more reading up, I decided to get my children the H1N1 vaccine. While I feel it's necessary, I don't really have a warm and fuzzy about it.

Originally, I was totally against it because of what happened in the 70s, but it looks like there were other things going on there. I also didn't like the thought of a vaccine that was thrown together just in time for flu season. I worry less about Owen than I do River cause she's so tiny. So much smaller then he was at this age. However, I DO worry about them both and want the vaccine for both. Owen got the mist already but River has yet to get her shot.

One of the moms in a mom's group I'm in has a friend from college and her son has H1N1 and his family had a Facebook group where I could follow his progress. I had no idea that the things that family had to deal with happened to a person with swine flu. He was in the hospital, on a ventilator and from the sound of it, could have easily died. How can I follow that story of what I'm sure is a sweet 5 year old boy and look at my own beautiful children and not get the shot for them? I have to at least try to do what I can, right? I've heard people say "I'm not getting it for my kids because I don't think it was properly tested" While this may or may not be true, if it were life or death, you'd take whatever was offered, tested or not. I can't imagine turning down experimental action if I were stage 4 and suffering from something more serious, because it hadn't been "properly tested." I know that thought is an extreme, but it helps me know that I have to do whatever I have to do to make my children safer.
Anyhoo, starting at 8:20, I spent the better part of this morning with a cell phone in one ear and the house phone in the other dialing my ass off trying to get a shot for my baby. She's too young for the mist and I want to get this for her so I'll feel she's more protected. How can I look in her big beautiful blue eyes and not do everything I can to make that happen? I almost cried when I finally got through at almost noon and was told there were no more vaccines available. That is unacceptable.
I'm still searching, but am growing weary. There must be a better system. Hello health care reform? Yes, I know vaccines have to be grown and tested, but the Anne Arundel Health Department is like Mayberry. It feels like it's the first time they've given vaccines. Howard County seems to be much more organized.

Also, I get that people die every year from the seasonal flu, so stop telling me that. I'm not stupid, I get it.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

My Baby's First Tooth!

River turned 9 months old this week and I just discovered today that she got her first tooth! I was so excited that I gave her Cheerios and Puffs after lunch. She, on the other hand wasn't interested at all. She spit almost every one out immediately. Whose kid is this anyway? While I know more teeth will follow and I'll be just as excited, this is the first one so...Yay River!

9 months ago, I didn't know what it was like to have a beautiful daughter.
9 months ago I didn't know I'd own my weight in hair bows.
9 months ago I didn't know how amazing it felt to have my son run over and kiss his sister without being asked.
9 months ago, I didn't know how much I loved pink.
9 months ago I didn't think I'd have a daughter who could someday wear lipstick.
9 months ago I could have never realized how much I'd love my baby girl.

I'm a lucky Momma!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Asshole Parkers!

There are two kinds of people in the world, those who park their cars and those who go out of their way (for their own convenience) to hold up a whole parking lot full of people so they can obstruct traffic and back their fucking cars in. I have a name for these people, they're called ASSHOLES!

I take my daughter to her 9 month Pediatrician appointment and to get my son his H1N1 vaccine and while I'm trying to park my car like a normal human, I come across a lady, holding up four cars while she backs her big stupid car into a space. After what must have been 4 minutes and at least 8 tries, she finally gets it well enough in the spot so she can get out and I can park next to her. I was obviously annoyed and didn't try to hide it. Why should I? She's an idiot!

She jumps out of her car because all of the sudden she's in a hurry. I mean she wasted quite a bit of time moving that car back and forth for the whole parking lot to see and I'm sure the embarrassment was exhausting. Anyhoo, she jumps from her car to hurry and open her back door all for the sake of not letting me out of my car. I open my door anyway, because, FUCK YOU, and she half turns and says "Can you wait a minute?" As nice as I could muster, I said "Why the hell not? I just waited 20 minutes for you to park your friggen car, I've got all the time in the world!" She actually tells me I'm being rude, which made me throw my head back with audible laughter. I mean, I was REALLY laughing hard cause assholes never know they're assholes. As I'm walking around my car and laughing feverishly, she stops in my path and looks at me. Now, I don't know where you're from, but where I'm from, that's confrontational and I'm sure she expected me to back off or sheepishly turn away, but I ain't her bitch and I gave her a look like, Oh no, you DO NOT want any of this! She got what I was putting down and commenced to steppin.

While my delivery may have been off and I could have handled it in a more adult manner, as my husband would say, I was right. People really shouldn't park like that. It screams asshole! I don't leave my house in the morning to sit around with my kids while you find the perfect spot and hold everyone else up while you nestle you ass into it. Get over yourself!

And to the woman from today, FUCK YOU TOO!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

God does not hate fags and women, no matter what the Catholic church says.

I've tried for years to not hate the Catholic church. I really did. I went out of my way to get married in one. I had my children both baptised in the same one and for a while, attended the same said church. I jumped in head first thinking, "I'm doing this for my kids." I wanted to give them the good part of religion. The part that says that you should love and respect each other and treat people the way that you want to be treated, but I'm starting to think that part doesn't exist anymore and the things I wanted them to learn, they're better off getting from home.

In a move that sadly isn't shocking to me, the Catholic church decided they'd welcome disillusioned members of the Anglican Communion, the Vatican announced that it is establishing a "special arrangement" that will allow Anglicans to join the Catholic church, including married priests." WTF? So, what they're basically saying is, "Hey, we hate fags and women too, come hang with us, where you're excepted as God loving, fag and women haters!" Times must be tough in the Catholic church when it's suddenly OK to be married. I guess hating fags and thinking women aren't worthy is more important. How is that all of the sudden a non-issue? Where does the church find all these women that say "Umm, yeah, we're just not good enough so we'll leave it to the much smarter men. They have penises!" Where do they find these stupid fucking women? These "walk 10 paces behind me women" are why we always come in second. We do it to ourselves.
Somewhere the God I believe in is screaming, "What are you assholes doing? Don't do that shit in my name!" Yeah he's cussing, cause he's pissed!
Also, I hate the new Pope. Ex-Hitler Youth! Yeah, I've heard it all, he didn't have a choice, blah, blah, blah. His family could have moved (as others did) if they were so torn by it. It seems to have served him pretty well.

Above is a picture of my husband and I on our wedding day, with our wedding party, in front of our church. This kind of bullshit makes me wish I'd gotten married outside. Bastards!

One more thing, just for the record, this didn't come easy for me. My Grandmother was a Dominican Sister and very religious. She loved God and served him her whole life and I can't help but think she wouldn't approve of what it's turned in to. With her, I know there is a good side to religion, but it's hiding somewhere these days. From this day on, the Catholic church will not see a dime more of my money. I hate them and think their way of thinking is everything that is wrong with the world. Keep preaching hate and see where it gets you. Bunch a bastards!

This is where I found this hallowed bullshit if you're interested:

Sunday, October 18, 2009

I Will Make Miracles!

Every night when we put our son to bed, we read him 4 or 5 books. I don't mind the quantity of the books because until he was two, he wasn't even remotely interested, so I don't take the sweet, quiet time we have while reading for granted. I DO however care that they are quality books that he can learn something from.

On their travels, my brother and brother in law always find great books for the kids. I'm not sure where he got this book but my son totally loves it! It's called "I Will Make Miracles" by Susie Morgenstern with illustrations by Jiang Hong Chen. While I think the ending could be a little better, the idea of the book is about the great things that you're capable of, through the mind of a child.

It is a larger than usual book and the illustrations are beautiful! They were originally done on rice paper with Chinese ink with what looks like a large brush. I'm sure to see the original drawings would be breathtaking! I'm so glad the book is as large as it is to do these illustrations some justice.

Owen seems to really respond to this book and has really made it his own. As soon as we go in to lay down in bed, he points to it and I'm certain he wouldn't go to sleep without it, well, not willingly anyway. He loves to yell the end of every page and laughs out loud while he does it. "I'll be the number one magician!" "I'll give them all a chance to grow stronger!" He throws his fist in the air when he yells these things and I just love it! Good stuff.

Friday, October 16, 2009

For the Love of a Tree....

“From my favorite spot on the floor I look up at the blue sky and the bare chestnut tree, on whose branches little raindrops shine, appearing like silver, and at the sea gulls and other birds as they glide on the wind,” ‘Our chestnut tree is in full bloom. It’s covered with leaves and is even more beautiful than last year.’

Anybody who has read a lot about Anne Frank, knows this tree before I even have to tell them anything about it. It has stood in that spot behind the Secret Annexe, that was part of her father's office and warehouse building, where Anne, her family and neighbors hid, for 150-170 years. They were in hiding for a little over two years with little to give them hope. She would go into the attic nearly every morning and sit and look into this tree and think about how beautiful things could be. How she found that in anything with what she and her loved ones were dealing with, is beyond me.

The tree apparently has a fungus and large moth infestation that it has been battling for years. It was slated to be removed in 2007 for fear of it falling. The Dutch Tree Foundation stepped in and stopped the removal of the tree after showing it wasn't in danger of immediate collapse. The foundation and the neighbors then took over the recommended support and maintenance of the tree. In 1993, a soil analysis revealed that leakage from a nearby underground domestic fuel tank was endangering the tree's root system. The city of Amsterdam spent around $300,000 on a soil sanitation program to save the tree.

So, the tree seems to have a life expectancy of between 5-15 years, which I think is just heartbreaking. While I know it's just a tree, it wasn't just a tree to Anne Frank and thinking of what she saw when she looked at it, makes me sad at the thought of it not being there. There has been many a night when I couldn't sleep and I watched that tree on a live webcam, blowing in the wind as small birds flew by. When I was pregnant, I did it almost every night.

A friend of my husband's sent us an article from the New York Times detailing the plans for some of the saplings from the beautiful Chestnut tree. I love that saplings will be planted at the World Trade Center site and Little Rock Central High School in Little Rock Arkansas where 9 black students integrated in 1957, with the help of The National Guard. I think there are 12 saplings that have been petitioned for and I like to think that this tree will live on in places where it will, hopefully, be appreciated. My wish is that they will be used as a learning tool to show what hatred can do when your government leads you to see other peoples as less than human, which is happening today, even if we refuse to see it.

This is an article from the NY Times.

This is a web cam that shows the tree 24/7.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Dare To Go Pink!

It's October again, which is Breast Cancer Awareness month. Last night I went to a local salon and had a few pink extensions put into my hair. It was for charity so I figured, what the hell. I wish I could have gotten more.

Besides a very nice lady that I used to work with, I don't know anyone effected by this but I know it can happen to anyone at any time. I have my first mammogram coming up and I'm not looking forward to it. I just hate thinking about it.

I think everyone should support this cause if they can. Pink Hair for Hope is only one way to do so, but I think it's a good way to start.


At some point in just about every one's life, they'll have to have one. I'm 39 and this is my second. I hated it seven years ago when I had my first and I hated it again today. Although, I have to say this one didn't suck quite as bad.

Before any procedure where I will be put to sleep, twilight or otherwise, I have a frank conversation with the anaesthesiologist. I tell them two things. 1, I get very nauseous and often throw up when waking from anesthesia so please give me something for nausea. 2, I have a phobia about people touching and/or covering my face. I tell them to please wait for me to fall asleep before they cover my face or get near my face to give me oxygen. I really don't think these things are too much to ask and I figure it's best to be upfront about them as opposed to kicking a nurse when a mask is placed over my face, which is what happened last time.

It all started when I was five. I was in the hospital to have my tonsils removed. This was 1975 so things were a little different. You had to stay over night back then and I think I even stayed two nights. I remember being wheeled out of my room for the procedure and being very scared. At some point, the Dr (or whomever) put a mask over my face and I freaked out, kicked the Dr. between the eyes and broke his glasses. I was only 5, so I was blameless but people are a little less forgiving when you're 35. This is why I go out of my way to tell everyone that this happens and I have no control over it. I don't want any sass if I kick you in the face after I've warned you that I will kick you in the face and told you how to prevent it.

Thankfully, this time they listened. They gave me medicine for nausea before I even fell asleep and didn't put the oxygen on until I was asleep. Perfect! When I woke up, I was obviously groggy and mumbling about my kids dancing, but except for a little shakiness and an upset stomach, I felt OK. I think the upset stomach was left over from the crap they make you drink the day before. On a good day, I HATE Gatorade. I think it tastes like backwash from a real drink and since it's full of sugar, I can't figure out why people drink it so much. Not to mention the crap I had to pour into it. 64 ounces of Gatorade is like a nightmare. 64 ounces of Gatorade mixed with something that makes it taste like a salty, flat Sprite is just blasphemous.

I survived.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Homestead Farm Fall Festival

Since my husband is a victim of Man vs. Food on the Travel Channel and drove with his best friends to Pittsburgh to get a sandwich they saw on the show, the kids and I are sans Daddy this weekend. So, after Owen's music class, I decided to take the kids to the Homestead gardens Fall Festival at the suggestion of some friends. I was afraid at first because it seemed kind of ambitious of me to take them both. Owen is a runner and isn't very good at listening, unless I'm screaming and sometimes not even then. I took them anyhow and we had a pretty good time.

The weather was nice and the sun was out. I was able to use the stroller, which I was kind of worried about. Sometimes fall festivals are on farms and strollers don't work. I need to know that the stroller is at least an option when Owen looses it and throws himself to the ground. He is just too way big to carry when he is purposely being a dead weight.

They had many things for young kids to do. There were hay bales to climb on, slides to slide down, mazes to get lost in and a million places to take great pictures, which is a HUGE plus in my book. Owen has always loved hayrides and I was glad to see that he still does. River seemed to like it as well and enjoyed having the wind blow through her hair on the ride. They also had a kiddie train that was pulled by a large John Deere. As soon as Owen saw this he ran right towards it, past the unsecured gate and in front of the tractor. Luckily I was running right behind him and the screams and gasps of the crowd made the driver stop.
We also ran into one of Owen's friends, Cooper. Owen has many friends and I love them all but this kid has always been my favourite. They just seem to have a real camaraderie and respect for each other that I find endearing. I'm not saying the haven't argued or hit each other because they have, but they just seem like special friends and I think that's sweet. Owen is always really glad when we run into them and I think that's very telling. Cooper has a new little sister who is about River's age and I can only hope they'll have a relationship that is as sweet.
Overall, good day with the kids. What's better than that?