Over the weekend, we got one of those seats that attaches to the back of the bicycle,
I have a bike trailer for Daphne, but riding around town is really difficult because the bike paths are extremely narrow or nonexistent, plus, the cart itself weighs thirty pounds, and when I am out of shape, that is really, really hard to pull up a hill.
After a fair bit of assembly, I got it to the state that I can put the baby in it.
She loves it. I have been for more bike rides since then than I had the entire winter. I will ride around and a round, and as soon as I make a move to unbuckle the seat belt, she starts to scream. If she had it her way, she would spend the entire day strapped to the back of my bike.
It HAS gotten me out riding my bike more, and it is really enjoyable.
Something about moving around on wheels really fascinates her!
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sideways Sleeping
Daphne still sleeps with me. In late June, we are going to transfer her to her own bed at night to sleep so that Jared and I can move back into the master bed without a baby there.
I was reminded last night of the reason for this. Jared was trying to sleep in the same bed as us again, and it was looking very hard. I take up a lot of room with all my pillows and the baby takes up a lot of room because she doesn't seem to care about the other people around her. This has left Jared trying to sleep in the same bed but having to hand body parts off the bed in order to fit.
He gave up and went to his own bed where he would have plenty of room.
This morning, I was acutely aware of the baby taking up the whole bed.
You see, the problem is that she has taken to sleeping sideways on the bed. She sleeps not head-to-toe, but side to side, so one of us gets a foot in the while while the other gets a hand in the face.
She does this all the time, I don't get it. Every night she puts herself into this position.
And you know what, she may be getting that room to herself very soon.
I was reminded last night of the reason for this. Jared was trying to sleep in the same bed as us again, and it was looking very hard. I take up a lot of room with all my pillows and the baby takes up a lot of room because she doesn't seem to care about the other people around her. This has left Jared trying to sleep in the same bed but having to hand body parts off the bed in order to fit.
He gave up and went to his own bed where he would have plenty of room.
This morning, I was acutely aware of the baby taking up the whole bed.
You see, the problem is that she has taken to sleeping sideways on the bed. She sleeps not head-to-toe, but side to side, so one of us gets a foot in the while while the other gets a hand in the face.
She does this all the time, I don't get it. Every night she puts herself into this position.
And you know what, she may be getting that room to herself very soon.
Groups and Gossip
I am a part of a very tight knit group around here. There are a lot of people who care a lot about each other who live in a very small space.
One of the biggest problems with my birth was that the gossip of it got out before I was able to tell the story myself. People came up to me after I had recovered to talk about various details that had gotten to them. Some of the details were mundane, but many of them were shocking.
I was on the other end of this recently. My friend recently had a baby, and there was a phone line chain going around with every detail up to the second of what was going on with her. In the end, I decided that I did not want to be a part of it, and I tried to remove myself from it unless my help was asked by the family involved.
All the gossip hubbub got me thinking if there were any ways to prevent this kind of a thing from happening at my own birth in the future.
And then it came to me. What if anyone that was invited to the birth was bonded for $50,000.
And I set out to write it into my next birth plan. You see, either people will not be able to talk about my birth at all or I will be one very rich lady.
Jared thinks I am crazy, but I think that I have come up with the perfect solution to what I consider to be a very real problem.
One of the biggest problems with my birth was that the gossip of it got out before I was able to tell the story myself. People came up to me after I had recovered to talk about various details that had gotten to them. Some of the details were mundane, but many of them were shocking.
I was on the other end of this recently. My friend recently had a baby, and there was a phone line chain going around with every detail up to the second of what was going on with her. In the end, I decided that I did not want to be a part of it, and I tried to remove myself from it unless my help was asked by the family involved.
All the gossip hubbub got me thinking if there were any ways to prevent this kind of a thing from happening at my own birth in the future.
And then it came to me. What if anyone that was invited to the birth was bonded for $50,000.
And I set out to write it into my next birth plan. You see, either people will not be able to talk about my birth at all or I will be one very rich lady.
Jared thinks I am crazy, but I think that I have come up with the perfect solution to what I consider to be a very real problem.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Birth Warriors
When Adam and Ever were in the Garden of Eden, God told them that they could do anything as long as they did not eat from the forbidden apple tree.
Satan appeared as a snake to Eve and convinced her to take a bite from the apple and then to get her husband to take a bite.
They were seen by God and were cast out of Paradise. They were banished from the Garden of Eden forever.
As a punishment to Eve for having done that forbidden act, God gave her the pains of childbirth.
And wasn't that nice of him.
Religious teachings aside, this is what I was thinking about a lot this weekend. You know, when I was pregnant, I as in Italy studying Italian Renaissance Art. As the group I was with knew I was pregnant, every time we saw the Banishment, the Professor would turn to me and joke that I was going to have to bear the burden of Eve's decision.
I was pretty optimistic about my birth for the entirety of my pregnancy thinking that it could be not as bad as they say it could be. I even read stories online of women whose babies literally fell out of them while they were doing their daily activities. I was sure that was going to be me.
It turns out, that the punishment given to women was a very real one, but it is also a very spiritual one. Any woman that has gone through something of a natural birth will tell you that there is something incredibly magical about giving birth to a baby, especially if you do it without drugs and in water.
I was hoping on that kind of an experience. However, after 48 hours of labor and a whole hell of a lot of pushing, it was clear that I was going to have to bear the burden further, and I was going to have to have a c-section.
I go back and forth on my c-section. Some days it does not bother me and other days it really does bother me. On a really optimistic day, I feel like it was a blessing. You see, if I had just had a perfect birth, I think I would have gone on with my life and I never would have gotten caught up in the sanctity of childbirth. Though this probably would have been fine, I am discovering that a lot of my passion and experience draws on the fact that I endured a trial, a very real and very tough trial.
The problem is that when other people I know have babies, it stirs it all up. When I know of someone having a natural birth, I feel jealous and I feel like a wimp. I wish I could erase the memory of anyone who was involved so that only I would have to remember what a short straw I drew.
Over the weekend, one of my friends had a baby. She ended up having a c-section after a very long trial of labor. On one hand, if she had has such a long trial of labor and managed to have the baby naturally, I was going to feel horrible, like a crazy little wimp because I had to have my baby cut out of me. On the other hand, I did not want to wish a c-section on anyone. In the end, I think my friend is happy with where she ended up with the birth, but I feel for her that she had to endure the pain of being cut into to get the baby out rather than having the baby naturally.
And that brings up the subject of birth warriors. I think there are a lot of birth warriors out there. It is not just the mamas that make it through a trial of labor undrugged (as I didnt'). I think it includes the mamas that have extremely long labors or the mamas that even try giving natural labor a try. My friend this weekend was definitely a birth warrior, and I think that I am to. It is not so much the method of birth in the end, it is the bravery endured by a mama in a very scary situation.
I am looking now at birth plans for the future, and the possibilities are endless. I only hope that I can prove to be as much of a birth warrior as some of the women I have come to know.
Satan appeared as a snake to Eve and convinced her to take a bite from the apple and then to get her husband to take a bite.
They were seen by God and were cast out of Paradise. They were banished from the Garden of Eden forever.
As a punishment to Eve for having done that forbidden act, God gave her the pains of childbirth.
And wasn't that nice of him.
Religious teachings aside, this is what I was thinking about a lot this weekend. You know, when I was pregnant, I as in Italy studying Italian Renaissance Art. As the group I was with knew I was pregnant, every time we saw the Banishment, the Professor would turn to me and joke that I was going to have to bear the burden of Eve's decision.
I was pretty optimistic about my birth for the entirety of my pregnancy thinking that it could be not as bad as they say it could be. I even read stories online of women whose babies literally fell out of them while they were doing their daily activities. I was sure that was going to be me.
It turns out, that the punishment given to women was a very real one, but it is also a very spiritual one. Any woman that has gone through something of a natural birth will tell you that there is something incredibly magical about giving birth to a baby, especially if you do it without drugs and in water.
I was hoping on that kind of an experience. However, after 48 hours of labor and a whole hell of a lot of pushing, it was clear that I was going to have to bear the burden further, and I was going to have to have a c-section.
I go back and forth on my c-section. Some days it does not bother me and other days it really does bother me. On a really optimistic day, I feel like it was a blessing. You see, if I had just had a perfect birth, I think I would have gone on with my life and I never would have gotten caught up in the sanctity of childbirth. Though this probably would have been fine, I am discovering that a lot of my passion and experience draws on the fact that I endured a trial, a very real and very tough trial.
The problem is that when other people I know have babies, it stirs it all up. When I know of someone having a natural birth, I feel jealous and I feel like a wimp. I wish I could erase the memory of anyone who was involved so that only I would have to remember what a short straw I drew.
Over the weekend, one of my friends had a baby. She ended up having a c-section after a very long trial of labor. On one hand, if she had has such a long trial of labor and managed to have the baby naturally, I was going to feel horrible, like a crazy little wimp because I had to have my baby cut out of me. On the other hand, I did not want to wish a c-section on anyone. In the end, I think my friend is happy with where she ended up with the birth, but I feel for her that she had to endure the pain of being cut into to get the baby out rather than having the baby naturally.
And that brings up the subject of birth warriors. I think there are a lot of birth warriors out there. It is not just the mamas that make it through a trial of labor undrugged (as I didnt'). I think it includes the mamas that have extremely long labors or the mamas that even try giving natural labor a try. My friend this weekend was definitely a birth warrior, and I think that I am to. It is not so much the method of birth in the end, it is the bravery endured by a mama in a very scary situation.
I am looking now at birth plans for the future, and the possibilities are endless. I only hope that I can prove to be as much of a birth warrior as some of the women I have come to know.
Parking Lots
Daphne is starting to become more independent in her walking, and she is not always happy to just be carried around.
During a recent trip to WalMart, she was being fussy about being held, so I put her down in the parking lot to walk. Jared held one hand and I held the other. She walked from the car to the store as the most independent little baby I had ever seen. She has insisted on doing it every time that way when both Jared and I are at the store.
As a bonus, we counted to three and then lifted her up off her feet. She really liked to be held up like that and it provided some extra entertainment in her independent walking.
During a recent trip to WalMart, she was being fussy about being held, so I put her down in the parking lot to walk. Jared held one hand and I held the other. She walked from the car to the store as the most independent little baby I had ever seen. She has insisted on doing it every time that way when both Jared and I are at the store.
As a bonus, we counted to three and then lifted her up off her feet. She really liked to be held up like that and it provided some extra entertainment in her independent walking.
Midnight Pillow Attack
Daphne usually sleeps through the night on her own. I weaned her in the night about 3 weeks ago so that I would be able to get more sleep and she could sleep without relying on me to stay asleep.
Occasionally, Daphne wakes up and tries to convince me that I need to nurse her back to sleep. She was having a rough night last night, and she woke up completely. As she was crying trying to convince me to nurse her, I rolled over and ignored her by pretending to be asleep.
She crawled to the edge of the bed, picked up a pillow and walked it over to me. When I still continued to ignore her, she smashed the pillow in my face so that she made sure that I got the idea that she wanted me to nurse her.
I did manage to get her back to sleep, but I really love that she is so willing to communicate to me.
Occasionally, Daphne wakes up and tries to convince me that I need to nurse her back to sleep. She was having a rough night last night, and she woke up completely. As she was crying trying to convince me to nurse her, I rolled over and ignored her by pretending to be asleep.
She crawled to the edge of the bed, picked up a pillow and walked it over to me. When I still continued to ignore her, she smashed the pillow in my face so that she made sure that I got the idea that she wanted me to nurse her.
I did manage to get her back to sleep, but I really love that she is so willing to communicate to me.
Outside, Outside!
I mentioned in a post earlier that Daphne is really interested in going outside. It is getting extreme. She almost would rather live outside.
Every morning, I must put on shoes, socks and a coat so that she can get to playing outside.
A fit is thrown when I try to take her inside no matter the circumstances.
The other day, I was out building the rabbit hutch, and it was pouring down rain. My efforts to go inside were met with a very grumpy baby who wanted to stay outside and get wet.
I sure am glad that summer is coming. We will be spending a lot of time outside, that is for sure.
Every morning, I must put on shoes, socks and a coat so that she can get to playing outside.
A fit is thrown when I try to take her inside no matter the circumstances.
The other day, I was out building the rabbit hutch, and it was pouring down rain. My efforts to go inside were met with a very grumpy baby who wanted to stay outside and get wet.
I sure am glad that summer is coming. We will be spending a lot of time outside, that is for sure.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Seeing the President
I heard that Bill Clinton was coming in to town on Saturday to campaign for his wife. I had a lot of doubts about going, but Jared and I decided to try to make it happen.
I do NOT support the Hillary campaign. If anything, I was there spying to see what they were saying at the rallies. I am not much of a political person, but being as this was a former President of the United Sates coming, I decided it was a once-in-a-lifetime deal.
I decided I was going to take Daphne and Jared and we were going to go and see this former President.
It was supposed to start at 1:45, and we showed up to a massively long line. It at least wrapped around the block. We were sure that there was no way all those people would fit into the high school gym, but they did!
They managed to fit every single one of us in. Unfortunately, the President was running almost 2 hours late, so by 3:30, he still had not shown up.
We were thinking of leaving, but we decided to stay and just hear a little bit.
As soon as the President showed up and started talking, I was out of there. There was no reason that I wanted to stay. I did not agree with the campaign or with voting for his wife for President.
I can't believe that she has hired someone to campaign for her that was a President that was almost impeached for adultery and lying under oath. All the more reasons for me to vote for Obama.
Let it be official, I do not like the Obama campaign much, but I feel that my vote in the primaries should go toward making sure that Hillary does not get the Democratic nomination.
Jared and I have changed our political party to Democrat and we will be voting, not for Obama, but against Hillary.
I do NOT support the Hillary campaign. If anything, I was there spying to see what they were saying at the rallies. I am not much of a political person, but being as this was a former President of the United Sates coming, I decided it was a once-in-a-lifetime deal.
I decided I was going to take Daphne and Jared and we were going to go and see this former President.
It was supposed to start at 1:45, and we showed up to a massively long line. It at least wrapped around the block. We were sure that there was no way all those people would fit into the high school gym, but they did!
They managed to fit every single one of us in. Unfortunately, the President was running almost 2 hours late, so by 3:30, he still had not shown up.
We were thinking of leaving, but we decided to stay and just hear a little bit.
As soon as the President showed up and started talking, I was out of there. There was no reason that I wanted to stay. I did not agree with the campaign or with voting for his wife for President.
I can't believe that she has hired someone to campaign for her that was a President that was almost impeached for adultery and lying under oath. All the more reasons for me to vote for Obama.
Let it be official, I do not like the Obama campaign much, but I feel that my vote in the primaries should go toward making sure that Hillary does not get the Democratic nomination.
Jared and I have changed our political party to Democrat and we will be voting, not for Obama, but against Hillary.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Money Wars
Since we have had our debt, we have been shuffling it around to keep it at low interest. We have done a very good job keeping it on a 0% credit card for some time, and we have, in fact, not paid a lick of interest on it since we decided to put it on a credit card.
In order to maintain the debt, we have been shuffling it from one balance transfer offer to another over and over again being diligent to transfer it as the previous offer expired.
We have had the great luxury of keeping it on the same card for a year now, but if we do not transfer it by the end of the month, we will have a high-interest debt on our hands.
And so, the money wars have started. With the financial crisis that is going on in this country, we are having a harder and harder time being able to transfer the debt this time.
We still have not found something that will even remotely work for us.
Jared and I are both motivated to get out of debt, and in fact, yesterday, we were joking that everything in the house was for sale. I wonder how much money we could make to pay off the debt if we sold everything we own.
In order to maintain the debt, we have been shuffling it from one balance transfer offer to another over and over again being diligent to transfer it as the previous offer expired.
We have had the great luxury of keeping it on the same card for a year now, but if we do not transfer it by the end of the month, we will have a high-interest debt on our hands.
And so, the money wars have started. With the financial crisis that is going on in this country, we are having a harder and harder time being able to transfer the debt this time.
We still have not found something that will even remotely work for us.
Jared and I are both motivated to get out of debt, and in fact, yesterday, we were joking that everything in the house was for sale. I wonder how much money we could make to pay off the debt if we sold everything we own.
Monkey Baby
Last Night, we went to the grocery store to get some food for the week.
I put Daphne in the cart where she likes to sit, and started to shop. We went to get bananas first. Daphne is very fond of bananas, but I had no idea how deep that fondness went until this trip. I put the bananas in the cart, and she grabbed onto them and held on. She held on to them for dear life.
There was even a point that she fell over in the cart during a sharp turn and she sacrificed hitting her head so she would not have to let go of the bananas.
When we got back to the checking stand, we had to convince her to let go of the bananas for just a minute so that they could be weighed.
I believe I do have a Monkey Baby on my hands.
I put Daphne in the cart where she likes to sit, and started to shop. We went to get bananas first. Daphne is very fond of bananas, but I had no idea how deep that fondness went until this trip. I put the bananas in the cart, and she grabbed onto them and held on. She held on to them for dear life.
There was even a point that she fell over in the cart during a sharp turn and she sacrificed hitting her head so she would not have to let go of the bananas.
When we got back to the checking stand, we had to convince her to let go of the bananas for just a minute so that they could be weighed.
I believe I do have a Monkey Baby on my hands.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
I Fell Out a Window and Landed on a Chicken
Yes, the title of the post says it all.
As I was frantically getting ready to go on our trip to California, it turned out that I was having troubles finding people to help me with the animals. I had things all set up, and then suddenly, it all fell through.
In a moment of frustration and panic I went to make the usual trek down into the chicken pen.
The coop is set up in such a way that it fills up the entire width of one side of the house. You can't walk by it, so the back side of it is inaccessible, except by going out the window on the side of the house.
The purpose of having it like this is so that the chickens can go from one side to the other side on alternate days without overusing the land. I like having one side be a permanent run. I planted some clover seed on the open side right now, so the chickens have had to stay in the side of the run that does not open while the clover gets old enough to fend for itself. That has meant that I have had to climb in and out of the window ever day to let them out and round them up. It has been a bit of a pain--until it became a big pain.
You see, in my utter frustration yesterday, I completely missed going back in the window, and I fell out the window and landed onto one of the chickens. Miraculously, the chicken is fine, but I am not.
My ENTIRE body is black and blue. I can hardly sit or walk without having a lot of pain and I am feeling it more and more each second. Jared insists I need a new ladder so I don't do that again, and I think I just need to get half a brain. Come on, how hard is it to not fall out the window, Chris?
As I was frantically getting ready to go on our trip to California, it turned out that I was having troubles finding people to help me with the animals. I had things all set up, and then suddenly, it all fell through.
In a moment of frustration and panic I went to make the usual trek down into the chicken pen.
The coop is set up in such a way that it fills up the entire width of one side of the house. You can't walk by it, so the back side of it is inaccessible, except by going out the window on the side of the house.
The purpose of having it like this is so that the chickens can go from one side to the other side on alternate days without overusing the land. I like having one side be a permanent run. I planted some clover seed on the open side right now, so the chickens have had to stay in the side of the run that does not open while the clover gets old enough to fend for itself. That has meant that I have had to climb in and out of the window ever day to let them out and round them up. It has been a bit of a pain--until it became a big pain.
You see, in my utter frustration yesterday, I completely missed going back in the window, and I fell out the window and landed onto one of the chickens. Miraculously, the chicken is fine, but I am not.
My ENTIRE body is black and blue. I can hardly sit or walk without having a lot of pain and I am feeling it more and more each second. Jared insists I need a new ladder so I don't do that again, and I think I just need to get half a brain. Come on, how hard is it to not fall out the window, Chris?
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Know Your Plastics
This is some interesting information about plastics that I ran into on a discussion board recently.
Get to know your plastics.
Do You Know What Plastic Recycling Symbols Mean?
materials, sunglasses, DVDs, iPod and computer cases, signs and
displays, certain food containers, nylon
Recycling: Number 7 plastics have traditionally not been recycled,
though some curbside programs now take them.
Recycled Into: Plastic lumber, custom-made products
A wide variety of plastic resins that don't fit into the previous
categories are lumped into number 7. A few are even made from plants
(polyactide) and are compostable. Polycarbonate is number 7, and is
the hard plastic that has parents worried these days, after studies
have shown it can leach potential hormone disruptors.
Get to know your plastics.
Do You Know What Plastic Recycling Symbols Mean?
The Daily Green offers this handy guide on the various types of plastic:
Number 1 Plastics -- PET or PETE (polyethylene terephthalate)
Found In: Soft drinks, water and beer bottles; mouthwash bottles;
peanut butter containers; salad dressing and vegetable oil containers;
ovenable food trays.
Recycling: Pick up through most curbside recycling programs.
Recycled Into: Polar fleece, fiber, tote bags, furniture, carpet,
paneling, straps, (occasionally) new containers
It poses low risk of leaching breakdown products. Recycling rates
remain relatively low (around 20 percent), though the material is in
high demand by remanufacturers.
Number 2 Plastics -- HDPE (high density polyethylene)
Found In: Milk jugs, juice bottles; bleach, detergent and household
cleaner bottles; shampoo bottles; some trash and shopping bags; motor
oil bottles; butter and yogurt tubs; cereal box liners
Recycling: Pick up through most curbside recycling programs, although
some only allow those containers with necks.
Recycled Into: Laundry detergent bottles, oil bottles, pens, recycling
containers, floor tile, drainage pipe, lumber, benches, doghouses,
picnic tables, fencing
HDPE carries low risk of leaching and is readily recyclable into many goods.
Number 3 Plastics -- V (Vinyl) or PVC
Found In: Window cleaner and detergent bottles, shampoo bottles,
cooking oil bottles, clear food packaging, wire jacketing, medical
equipment, siding, windows, piping
Recycling: Rarely recycled; accepted by some plastic lumber makers.
Recycled Into: Decks, paneling, mudflaps, roadway gutters, flooring,
cables, speed bumps, mats
PVC contains chlorine, so its manufacture can release highly dangerous
dioxins. If you must cook with PVC, don't let the plastic touch food.
Never burn PVC, because it releases toxins.
Number 4 Plastics -- LDPE (low density polyethylene)
Found In: Squeezable bottles; bread, frozen food, dry cleaning and
shopping bags; tote bags; clothing; furniture; carpet
Recycling: LDPE is not often recycled through curbside programs, but
some communities will accept it. Plastic shopping bags can be returned
to many stores for recycling.
Recycled Into: Trash can liners and cans, compost bins, shipping
envelopes, paneling, lumber, landscaping ties, floor tile
Historically, LDPE has not been accepted through most American
curbside recycling programs, but more and more communities are
starting to accept it.
Number 5 Plastics -- PP (polypropylene)
Found In: Some yogurt containers, syrup bottles, ketchup bottles,
caps, straws, medicine bottles
Recycling: Number 5 plastics can be recycled through some curbside programs.
Recycled Into: Signal lights, battery cables, brooms, brushes, auto
battery cases, ice scrapers, landscape borders, bicycle racks, rakes,
bins, pallets, trays
Polypropylene has a high melting point, and so is often chosen for
containers that must accept hot liquid. It is gradually becoming more
accepted by recyclers.
Number 6 Plastics -- PS (polystyrene)
Found In: Disposable plates and cups, meat trays, egg cartons,
carry-out containers, aspirin bottles, compact disc cases
Recycling: Number 6 plastics can be recycled through some curbside programs.
Recycled Into: Insulation, light switch plates, egg cartons, vents,
rulers, foam packing, carry-out containers
Polystyrene can be made into rigid or foam products -- in the latter
case it is popularly known as the trademark Styrofoam. Evidence
suggests polystyrene can leach potential toxins into foods. The
material was long on environmentalists' hit lists for dispersing
widely across the landscape, and for being notoriously difficult to
recycle.
Number 7 Plastics -- Miscellaneous
materials, sunglasses, DVDs, iPod and computer cases, signs and
displays, certain food containers, nylon
Recycling: Number 7 plastics have traditionally not been recycled,
though some curbside programs now take them.
Recycled Into: Plastic lumber, custom-made products
A wide variety of plastic resins that don't fit into the previous
categories are lumped into number 7. A few are even made from plants
(polyactide) and are compostable. Polycarbonate is number 7, and is
the hard plastic that has parents worried these days, after studies
have shown it can leach potential hormone disruptors.
Vive La Resistance
I washed my wool covers in the washer the other day, and it turned out that it probably would have been better if I didn't. They ended up felting up a little bit, and now they are just too darn small for my baby.
Julie and I talked about it, and it turns out that we decided that I just needed to sell them and make some more.
We went to the fabric store yesterday to check out some more wool to buy, and I picked out some lovely colors that I thought were wonderful.
However, just as I was about to go and spend some money on them, I decided against it. I put everything back and walked out. I don't NEED any more fabric. If we are going to get out of debt, I need to learn to make do with what we have.
This morning, I am inspired, and I plan to cut the diapers apart and make them work. If they end up still being too small, I will sell them on ebay and use the proceeds to make new covers
now that is thinking smart of me.
Julie and I talked about it, and it turns out that we decided that I just needed to sell them and make some more.
We went to the fabric store yesterday to check out some more wool to buy, and I picked out some lovely colors that I thought were wonderful.
However, just as I was about to go and spend some money on them, I decided against it. I put everything back and walked out. I don't NEED any more fabric. If we are going to get out of debt, I need to learn to make do with what we have.
This morning, I am inspired, and I plan to cut the diapers apart and make them work. If they end up still being too small, I will sell them on ebay and use the proceeds to make new covers
now that is thinking smart of me.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Pasta Hands
Neither Daphne nor I were feeling very well today. Lunch was the last thing I wanted to make, so I actually just ended up boiling up some pasta and making a little pesto to put it with. I also tossed in some zucchini. The meal was really great.
After some time spent feeding Daphne, I sat down to eat. She kept indicating that I had missed feeding her something, and after carefully trying to give her "Daphne items" she was still not happy.
It turns out that all she wanted was some pasta. She loves pasta (who knew). She spent a good 15 minutes picking it up and throwing it down and flinging it all over the kitchen. I think this may end up being a common thing because I haven't seen her more happy with food.
After some time spent feeding Daphne, I sat down to eat. She kept indicating that I had missed feeding her something, and after carefully trying to give her "Daphne items" she was still not happy.
It turns out that all she wanted was some pasta. She loves pasta (who knew). She spent a good 15 minutes picking it up and throwing it down and flinging it all over the kitchen. I think this may end up being a common thing because I haven't seen her more happy with food.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Surprise Party
Today, Jared asked me out to work with him at Delphi today. He told me that we were going to go to a meeting and that after it we would go to the beach or go hang out somewhere.
After a lot of insistence that I need not go, he finally convinced me to go with him. I wondered why he cared so much.
When we walked in to his mom's house to check out their new ducks, all my friends were waiting there with a nice big "Surprise!"
It turned out that Jared had planned a surprise birthday party. The funny thing about the whole thing is that my birthday is not until June 6. Needless to say I was surprised.
I had never had a surprise party before, so it was a lot of fun. We got to chat and have a good time with some good friends, and that was really worth it.
We got to eat strawberry shortcake, which is a traditional meal for my birthday. All in all, we had a lot of fun.
After a lot of insistence that I need not go, he finally convinced me to go with him. I wondered why he cared so much.
When we walked in to his mom's house to check out their new ducks, all my friends were waiting there with a nice big "Surprise!"
It turned out that Jared had planned a surprise birthday party. The funny thing about the whole thing is that my birthday is not until June 6. Needless to say I was surprised.
I had never had a surprise party before, so it was a lot of fun. We got to chat and have a good time with some good friends, and that was really worth it.
We got to eat strawberry shortcake, which is a traditional meal for my birthday. All in all, we had a lot of fun.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Peanut Butter Eater
Daphne adores eating peanut butter.
Since the last incident in the car, I left the peanut butter on the table, open of course (the lid was hopelessly lost), and she actually managed to climb up on the table and get into it.
She now prefers that we give it to her by the spoonful.
What a crazy little lady I have on my hands.
Since the last incident in the car, I left the peanut butter on the table, open of course (the lid was hopelessly lost), and she actually managed to climb up on the table and get into it.
She now prefers that we give it to her by the spoonful.
What a crazy little lady I have on my hands.
A little help
Jared's cousin just had a baby, and it turned out that she needed to have heart surgery just after birth. A few complications later, and they are still not sure if the baby is going to make it.
I feel deeply for this mama and her baby, and I read her blog every day to keep track of what is going on. http://feldmanbaby.blogspot.com/
Keep her in your thoughts and pray or do whatever it is you do that this baby gets to live and that this wonderful little family does not have to bear devastation in such a hard time.
I feel deeply for this mama and her baby, and I read her blog every day to keep track of what is going on. http://feldmanbaby.blogspot.com/
Keep her in your thoughts and pray or do whatever it is you do that this baby gets to live and that this wonderful little family does not have to bear devastation in such a hard time.
Frozen Solid
Every night I turn the heater down. The goat is 60-65, but I kind of throw the switch down and not really pay attention to where it goes.
This helps to cut down on our heating bill, and it also keeps me from baking in the night. I tend to get very hot with a little baby crawling all over me.
I am always the first to wake up in the morning, so I turn the heater on to get things going, but I almost always check the temperature to see how cold it got. We hit a record low last night in the house of 59. It was a little cold. The heater was not set any lower than normal, and I was wondering why.
It only took me a few more steps to see the snow on my car. A quick examination outside revealed that there was snow actively falling. I am really glad I didn't do my vegetable planting yet, this would have wiped them out. I am told we have snow tomorrow as well and then maybe we can get into spring weather.
God must be playing a joke on the global warming experts.
This helps to cut down on our heating bill, and it also keeps me from baking in the night. I tend to get very hot with a little baby crawling all over me.
I am always the first to wake up in the morning, so I turn the heater on to get things going, but I almost always check the temperature to see how cold it got. We hit a record low last night in the house of 59. It was a little cold. The heater was not set any lower than normal, and I was wondering why.
It only took me a few more steps to see the snow on my car. A quick examination outside revealed that there was snow actively falling. I am really glad I didn't do my vegetable planting yet, this would have wiped them out. I am told we have snow tomorrow as well and then maybe we can get into spring weather.
God must be playing a joke on the global warming experts.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Daphne's Help
As Daphne gets older, she wants more and more to mimic what we do; not just the small actions, but the big ones as well.
Today, Daphne was following me around as I was cleaning Jared's desk. She had gotten a hold of a paper towel and she was wiping it down just like mom. It was funny to watch her. She did not get what we were doing, but she knew how we were doing it, and that was the important part.
In other news, I announced to my friend happily yesterday that Daphne will not put anything in her mouth unless it is big and chewable (like for teething).
Of course, I jinxed it, and I spent all day while I was rearranging keeping her from eating screws and Allen wrenches, paper clips and dust bunnies.
Today, Daphne was following me around as I was cleaning Jared's desk. She had gotten a hold of a paper towel and she was wiping it down just like mom. It was funny to watch her. She did not get what we were doing, but she knew how we were doing it, and that was the important part.
In other news, I announced to my friend happily yesterday that Daphne will not put anything in her mouth unless it is big and chewable (like for teething).
Of course, I jinxed it, and I spent all day while I was rearranging keeping her from eating screws and Allen wrenches, paper clips and dust bunnies.
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