Monday, February 9, 2009
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Team Mitchell & CrewOne of the best and somewhat "selfish" things I did with Lainie (although it can't be considered selfish if I realized it AFTER the fact) was to not find out Lainie's gender. So, when shower time rolled around 5+ years ago, I did not receive a bundle of pink items. Instead I received the greens, navy's, yellows, whites and cream colored versions of all of the popular baby items. My stroller, pack and play, clothes, etc.....all were very neutral, which was cool as it turns out when I went to have my second child. Still didn't find the gender on this one, so imagine our excitement when they announced that it was a boy. Here's where the selfish part kicks in. I could TOTALLY use everything from the first time around!! YIPPEE. No having to spend $$$ unless I so chose.
Now after Lainie was born, the pink started to flow - freely. i love pink. i love little girls (boys too, but I'm making a point.) Anyway, that's when we got blankets and bibs ad towels and stuff. I kept everything from the first time around, just knowing i could use it all again. Right?
RIGHT! See evidence below. All I can say is real men wear pink! why not? I don't have a s-load of money to spend (friends: do not look at this as a go get Scotty some blue request....we have lots), but why not incorporate what we have from the first time and build lil man some character? Even Scott agrees.....I just have to agree to go with *white, green, brown, yellow and BLUE* when i take him in public, that's all! Fair enough!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
I am simply sying to wear jeans again. I am well aware that it might be months to even years before I wear the jeans that are currently in my closet. You don't realize how "small" (I use that word loosely and within a relative context here) you are until you put on a few pounds...i.e. eat too much, have a baby, stop exercising....hell - pick a reason.
Anyway, I have been trying on my jeans since the first week Scotty was born. The first week, they would shimmy up my legs but when they get to my butt all just stops. That doesn't even take into account the new stomach I own. Now, I can wear them with the wonderful Bella Band Andrea lent me while I was prenant. There is just something scary about relying on lycra to keep you and all of the chub from busting out from the privacy of your clothing. I used it one day last week. It helped the urge, but it's not the same.
Ironically, I've never really even been a blue jean fan. I've always been too tall (did I know they sold Lee Riders in a Tall variety??...not until 2005.) I mention the Lee brand, because I am also a cheap-skate. Jenn turned me on to the jeans at Old Navy and The Gap when Julie and I realized on day in the copy room that all we owned were "mom jeans" and this was late 2006. Now, I want to be back in denim. After watching so many episodes of What Not To Wear, I'm seeing I need to lose the flare leg and go with the dark wash wide leg. So not only do I miss my jeans, my jeans are not even satisfactory anymore.
So it boils down to this.
Wanted
Anyway, I have been trying on my jeans since the first week Scotty was born. The first week, they would shimmy up my legs but when they get to my butt all just stops. That doesn't even take into account the new stomach I own. Now, I can wear them with the wonderful Bella Band Andrea lent me while I was prenant. There is just something scary about relying on lycra to keep you and all of the chub from busting out from the privacy of your clothing. I used it one day last week. It helped the urge, but it's not the same.
Ironically, I've never really even been a blue jean fan. I've always been too tall (did I know they sold Lee Riders in a Tall variety??...not until 2005.) I mention the Lee brand, because I am also a cheap-skate. Jenn turned me on to the jeans at Old Navy and The Gap when Julie and I realized on day in the copy room that all we owned were "mom jeans" and this was late 2006. Now, I want to be back in denim. After watching so many episodes of What Not To Wear, I'm seeing I need to lose the flare leg and go with the dark wash wide leg. So not only do I miss my jeans, my jeans are not even satisfactory anymore.
So it boils down to this.
Wanted
- Jeans that fit Mom butt
- Must be longs
- Must be roomy all the way down the leg from the widest part of my body
- Must be something smaller than a 14 (swore in 2002 that with Weight Watchers as my witness, I would be a 12 or smaller permanently.)
- Must show up soon. Yoga pants are about to be scissored and Maternity pants are going out the window.
- Contact: delusional Momma to 10lb. 3oz. boy born 4 weeks ago.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Well, not exactly. They were playing husband and wife.
Lainie and another little guy friend her age.
At first we hear nothing. Never a good sign when children are involved. We tip toe down the stairs to peek around the corner. Watching from a far, we see 2 little kids, spooning together on the couch downstairs. Arms intertwined, covered in a blanket. Then they roll over. She is now cradled in his arms, with this huge smile on her face. (Honestly, I hope Scott and I look that cute while sleeping, but still.) Then all of a sudden, she disappears under the cover. You can hear her say, come under here and kiss me. Then he disappears. Parents gasp. He says, loudly (and probably proudly), "Lainie, I can see your underwear." Uh, what?
Kids it's time to play upstairs. Two heads dart from under a blanket and catch us looking at them. "We like it down here better" (of course they do.) Nope it's community time, come on upstairs.
Meanwhile, Mom #1 (other mom) sits with kids while Mom #2 (me) searches internet for "is playing doctor / husband-wife as a preschooler normal?" on Google.
Apparently it is. Curiosity / pretending, etc. all part of the same deal. It is also very clearly time for the "that is and that is not appropriate" converstation to broaden its horizon a little bit further. Anybody wanna come over and help me lead this conversation. Anyone?
Lainie and another little guy friend her age.
At first we hear nothing. Never a good sign when children are involved. We tip toe down the stairs to peek around the corner. Watching from a far, we see 2 little kids, spooning together on the couch downstairs. Arms intertwined, covered in a blanket. Then they roll over. She is now cradled in his arms, with this huge smile on her face. (Honestly, I hope Scott and I look that cute while sleeping, but still.) Then all of a sudden, she disappears under the cover. You can hear her say, come under here and kiss me. Then he disappears. Parents gasp. He says, loudly (and probably proudly), "Lainie, I can see your underwear." Uh, what?
Kids it's time to play upstairs. Two heads dart from under a blanket and catch us looking at them. "We like it down here better" (of course they do.) Nope it's community time, come on upstairs.
Meanwhile, Mom #1 (other mom) sits with kids while Mom #2 (me) searches internet for "is playing doctor / husband-wife as a preschooler normal?" on Google.
Apparently it is. Curiosity / pretending, etc. all part of the same deal. It is also very clearly time for the "that is and that is not appropriate" converstation to broaden its horizon a little bit further. Anybody wanna come over and help me lead this conversation. Anyone?
Friday, February 6, 2009
I'm going to try to start this up again! Hope to not disappoint. A great many things have happened in the last 8 months, including the birth of hoss-man = Scotty Mitchell on 1/9. Lots of things to share out, so we'll start with today's wonderful event!!
Lainie got a bike for Christmas. It was the $29 "day after Thanksgiving special" from WalMart that BIL Rick nearly stomped people flat trying to get. It's a 20 in variety that's blue with white trim and little flowers.
It has training wheels that Scott and Rick put on the night before Christmas. That they put on too high after actually following the directions. For nearly a month, Lainie has tried to ride bikes the few warm days we've had and falls off ever 7 inches because the training wheels caused her to lean over too far.
Anyway, Scott fixed them last night, knowing that the weather was going to change this weekend. Thank you thank you Scott!
So today, Lainie and I loaded up the stroller and the bike in the white truck (my Mustang is on a break for a while. 2 kids in cute car appear kinda aquished at this time.) and headed over to the GRC track right at school's end. Lainie got to ride on a flat surface for over an hour. She was spooked a little by the 400 highschoolers that make their way across the track (highschool kids dress scary sometimes...ohhh), but otherwise, the new training wheel location worked perfectly. I was very proud of her and the balance she is working on. You never realize how many motions are involved in riding a bike, until you try to teach someone else how to do it. Beautiful day. Very proud of Lainie!!
Lainie got a bike for Christmas. It was the $29 "day after Thanksgiving special" from WalMart that BIL Rick nearly stomped people flat trying to get. It's a 20 in variety that's blue with white trim and little flowers.
It has training wheels that Scott and Rick put on the night before Christmas. That they put on too high after actually following the directions. For nearly a month, Lainie has tried to ride bikes the few warm days we've had and falls off ever 7 inches because the training wheels caused her to lean over too far.
Anyway, Scott fixed them last night, knowing that the weather was going to change this weekend. Thank you thank you Scott!
So today, Lainie and I loaded up the stroller and the bike in the white truck (my Mustang is on a break for a while. 2 kids in cute car appear kinda aquished at this time.) and headed over to the GRC track right at school's end. Lainie got to ride on a flat surface for over an hour. She was spooked a little by the 400 highschoolers that make their way across the track (highschool kids dress scary sometimes...ohhh), but otherwise, the new training wheel location worked perfectly. I was very proud of her and the balance she is working on. You never realize how many motions are involved in riding a bike, until you try to teach someone else how to do it. Beautiful day. Very proud of Lainie!!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Life rolls on....
So from one of the last posts, ya'll know about my little ER problem back in August. Since that post, I really just haven't felt up to writing anything, even though I am as healthy in the Pee Pee department as ever. Just this weird "time" issue sneaking back into my life, and frankly, here lately, I would just rather sleep.
So that's what I've been doing. A lot of it lately! I come in, cook supper, clean up, love the husband and the kid and finally hit a soft spot to land, just hoping to keep my eyes open long enough to read a page or two (did I mention anywhere that the Twilight book series WILL be the death of me?) But no....each night, I barely see 8:30 and I am snoring in whatever chair, recliner, bed, etc that I am on. It's pathetic. Hence, no blogging.
Being pregnant with no child(ren) was different the first time, or was it? Maybe this pregnancy is just different. Maybe I'm over 30 and quickly hitting that brick wall I've worried about. But regardless, I'm sleeping like it's going out of style, my husband is supporting me, Lainie still loves on me and the bills are getting paid. Not bad I say, Not bad!
So from one of the last posts, ya'll know about my little ER problem back in August. Since that post, I really just haven't felt up to writing anything, even though I am as healthy in the Pee Pee department as ever. Just this weird "time" issue sneaking back into my life, and frankly, here lately, I would just rather sleep.
So that's what I've been doing. A lot of it lately! I come in, cook supper, clean up, love the husband and the kid and finally hit a soft spot to land, just hoping to keep my eyes open long enough to read a page or two (did I mention anywhere that the Twilight book series WILL be the death of me?) But no....each night, I barely see 8:30 and I am snoring in whatever chair, recliner, bed, etc that I am on. It's pathetic. Hence, no blogging.
Being pregnant with no child(ren) was different the first time, or was it? Maybe this pregnancy is just different. Maybe I'm over 30 and quickly hitting that brick wall I've worried about. But regardless, I'm sleeping like it's going out of style, my husband is supporting me, Lainie still loves on me and the bills are getting paid. Not bad I say, Not bad!
Saturday, August 2, 2008
So the pathway to "you know where" is laid with good intentions....
I had intended to do several things with my Saturday today. Mow Grass (that's just a curse for me this summer), Buy Groceries, Mason's Lodge Picnic, Attending the Fair. Not so much.
It begins.........
I woke up at 7 this morning about to burst. I waddled to the bathroom and realized "it" was happening again.
"It" has been happening for about 5 days now. The inability (read "complete blockage") of the pee to exit my body. Gross. Painful. Generally subsides in about 30 min.
I walk around for about 30 min wasting time, reading a magazine, picking up the house thinking, "maybe now I can go."
Push, Grunt, Scream. Nothing.
Hours pass. Same story. More pain. No movements. Tight stomach (not the preferred type). Writhing on the bed. Push, Grunt, Scream. Nothing.
I am about to burst and can not move. Pain in numbers - 3 to sit still (like being on a long car trip with no exits); to push, grunt, scream on the toilet it's more like an 8. Not a 10.....I have been in labor before.
We send Lainie to MIL at 11:15 and go to Urgent Treatment with Scott. I am referred from there to the Clark County Emergency Room because UTC is so behind and I am soooooo full.
Clark Co. ER at noon. I'm checked in and waddled back to my room. Dr comes in with his series of questions (I am internally drowning in fluid at this point) and he asks "who is following your pregnancy?" I hear it as "who is the father of your pregnancy?" I turn to Scott and choke - "well, he is!" I look at the doctor. I look at Scott. I look back at the very confused doctor and Scott repeats - "who is following the pregnancy...not who is the father" Oh! Pee does weird things to the brain.
So medically speaking, the doctor staff decides to drain me and then run the tests in the lab. Drain me. Hmmm.
Let's just say I would rather be drained than push, grunt and scream on the toilet any day!
400 cc's is what the normal female bladder holds. I gave Clark Co. 1200 cc's. Officially I am not crazy, just really heavy on the urine count.
After 3 hours, I leave CCER. I have no infections, but I still have the blockage with a OB/GYN appt on Monday. They gave me some things to help with the blockage...but few of you love me well enough to hear those details. Let's just say it hurts to walk, I will not be leaving the house, but I feel much better.
I had intended to do several things with my Saturday today. Mow Grass (that's just a curse for me this summer), Buy Groceries, Mason's Lodge Picnic, Attending the Fair. Not so much.
It begins.........
I woke up at 7 this morning about to burst. I waddled to the bathroom and realized "it" was happening again.
"It" has been happening for about 5 days now. The inability (read "complete blockage") of the pee to exit my body. Gross. Painful. Generally subsides in about 30 min.
I walk around for about 30 min wasting time, reading a magazine, picking up the house thinking, "maybe now I can go."
Push, Grunt, Scream. Nothing.
Hours pass. Same story. More pain. No movements. Tight stomach (not the preferred type). Writhing on the bed. Push, Grunt, Scream. Nothing.
I am about to burst and can not move. Pain in numbers - 3 to sit still (like being on a long car trip with no exits); to push, grunt, scream on the toilet it's more like an 8. Not a 10.....I have been in labor before.
We send Lainie to MIL at 11:15 and go to Urgent Treatment with Scott. I am referred from there to the Clark County Emergency Room because UTC is so behind and I am soooooo full.
Clark Co. ER at noon. I'm checked in and waddled back to my room. Dr comes in with his series of questions (I am internally drowning in fluid at this point) and he asks "who is following your pregnancy?" I hear it as "who is the father of your pregnancy?" I turn to Scott and choke - "well, he is!" I look at the doctor. I look at Scott. I look back at the very confused doctor and Scott repeats - "who is following the pregnancy...not who is the father" Oh! Pee does weird things to the brain.
So medically speaking, the doctor staff decides to drain me and then run the tests in the lab. Drain me. Hmmm.
Let's just say I would rather be drained than push, grunt and scream on the toilet any day!
400 cc's is what the normal female bladder holds. I gave Clark Co. 1200 cc's. Officially I am not crazy, just really heavy on the urine count.
After 3 hours, I leave CCER. I have no infections, but I still have the blockage with a OB/GYN appt on Monday. They gave me some things to help with the blockage...but few of you love me well enough to hear those details. Let's just say it hurts to walk, I will not be leaving the house, but I feel much better.
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