Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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My laptop is here and I am back to the world of normalcy. Well, by normalcy, I mean normal for me. You know....not having to tote 2 kids and a dog past the kid gate, down the stairs and to the cold dark TV room that houses our very old, albeit working PC. I know I mentioned it in the last post...like three weeks ago, but the keys stick and so all of the writing I had been doing looked something like this....wouldn'tyouhateitifeverythingyoutypedlookedlikethis,iknowyouwould! YUK! The laptop is upstairs, in the kitchen, where my family is at the moment and I am happy!
As I celebrate the return of my mental share-out, I feel the need to prepare myself for the ways things truly are - or have been, the ways I am really feeling, whether they are good or bad. For the most part, everybody that reads my blog are either friends, family members or co-workers, so truthfully, I sometimes have to revise, edit and filter my thoughts to keep from hurting anyone or confusing someone more than I am. The oddest part is though, I have become addicted to my Google Reader account....darn you Jenn and I get to listen to the good, bad and the ugly of all of the bloggers that I follow. Not sure if it's a healthy thing or not, but they always seem to feel better that they were honest. I can see how this might make one feel good...ya know?
I'll start by first blog back as a get to know Shawna blog, how about that? If it interests you, maybe you'll keep reading. Hopefully, I too won't disappoint and this can continue for quite some time. I need a release here lately, and hopefully, this may be it.
Name: Shawna - named after a cute checkout girl at K-Mart. Ask my Dad.
Biases: Sloppy handwriting, barking dogs, capable people who insist on others doing things for them
My vices: Diet Coke, Reading, Sleeping.
Fears: Disappointing someone, not seeming perfect, fuzzy spiders, bloody gore scenes in movies
Private things people don't really know: I replay scenarios in my head hundreds of times to see if what I did was right, I'd rather hang out with one person I know really well than get to know hundreds and try to "network" with them, I prefer to do everything myself and then complain about it later.....so bad.
Things I like about me: I can cook (or at least make an effort at....some people might disagree), I try things just for the sake of saying I have, I can walk into situations and appear confident - focus on the word "appear". At least it's better than wigging out where people notice.
I love: My kids, My family, my hubs, little red cars, fountain diet cokes, John Grisham anything, clean garages and real friends.
I am glad to be back. I am hoping to start feeling better. I need to figure out who I am and what I want.....I hope you are ok with listening. *Wink*
Shawna
As I celebrate the return of my mental share-out, I feel the need to prepare myself for the ways things truly are - or have been, the ways I am really feeling, whether they are good or bad. For the most part, everybody that reads my blog are either friends, family members or co-workers, so truthfully, I sometimes have to revise, edit and filter my thoughts to keep from hurting anyone or confusing someone more than I am. The oddest part is though, I have become addicted to my Google Reader account....darn you Jenn and I get to listen to the good, bad and the ugly of all of the bloggers that I follow. Not sure if it's a healthy thing or not, but they always seem to feel better that they were honest. I can see how this might make one feel good...ya know?
I'll start by first blog back as a get to know Shawna blog, how about that? If it interests you, maybe you'll keep reading. Hopefully, I too won't disappoint and this can continue for quite some time. I need a release here lately, and hopefully, this may be it.
Name: Shawna - named after a cute checkout girl at K-Mart. Ask my Dad.
Biases: Sloppy handwriting, barking dogs, capable people who insist on others doing things for them
My vices: Diet Coke, Reading, Sleeping.
Fears: Disappointing someone, not seeming perfect, fuzzy spiders, bloody gore scenes in movies
Private things people don't really know: I replay scenarios in my head hundreds of times to see if what I did was right, I'd rather hang out with one person I know really well than get to know hundreds and try to "network" with them, I prefer to do everything myself and then complain about it later.....so bad.
Things I like about me: I can cook (or at least make an effort at....some people might disagree), I try things just for the sake of saying I have, I can walk into situations and appear confident - focus on the word "appear". At least it's better than wigging out where people notice.
I love: My kids, My family, my hubs, little red cars, fountain diet cokes, John Grisham anything, clean garages and real friends.
I am glad to be back. I am hoping to start feeling better. I need to figure out who I am and what I want.....I hope you are ok with listening. *Wink*
Shawna
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
It's nearly been a year. I'm embarrassed to say that it has nearly been a year since I have been on my blog. Many things have happened in the last year and in particular the last few months. Being a mom of two has really worked to make Scott and I stronger as a team. I started going to church (again) regularly this past year. We visit Crossroads Christian in Lexington and absolutely love it. Scott has been going with me some what over the last 6+ months and I am very proud of him for it. We each have a lot of soul searching and praying to do as we grow and change as parents and adults. I know lately when things have seemed the most uneasy, regular prayer is how I find help. We could all use a little peace in our lives and I decided thatwas where mine was going to come from.
I am addicted to Facebook. Seriously...it's on my phone and I look at stoplights on the way home. Not while the car is moving but still. Ugh.
We recieved a Wii for the holidays. Thanks mom and dad!!! Each day my skinny Wii gains weight right in front of my eyes as it reminds me that I am not 150 pounds. (Folks, I was 150 pounds in 8th grade....but alas, I AM 6 feet tall.) Anyway, my Wii is fat and I see it everyday. Quite the motivator.
And Scott had a major wreck over the holiday break. He is fine now, but for a while there, we were quite concerned for everyone involved. The truck was totaled and Scott was covered with major traumatic bruising. We have been in a weird state of shock for exactly a month now.
I have so many more things to talk about. My laptop is still broken, hence no blogging. My keyboard downstairs sticks. Hence no blogging. And I can't getpast the facebook on my phone. I'll be back, hopefully soon. I kinda miss this!
Thinking of you!
Shawna
Friday, February 20, 2009
Today Scotty and I visited the school where I work. I have been there 11 years and realized today, just how much I care about that building and the people in it, and how much I am cared for and thought of. Upon arriving, you could here people running and squealing that I was there. Now granted, they were squealing for the opportunity to hold a new baby, but some of that might have been cuz they were glad to see me. People went on and on about how cute he was and that they missed seeing me. Scotty got passed around all over the place from room to room and person to person. I even lost him at one point when Andrea disappeared into "Club Ed" with him. I had a chance to see my friends and to hear about their semester thus far.
I realize how fortunate I am to work at a place that not only do I look forward to being in, people are friendly and loving in a way that mirrors a sense of familyness. I turly have a sense of well-being with this school. Today I got to see people I have worked with for 11 years, people that have worked with 1-2 years, parents whom I met this year and families that have had a chain of siblings at CME since I started in 1998. Everyone of these people asked me about big Scott, Lainie, life as a Mom, etc. These are the poeple I am in Book Club with, spend hours at PD's with, go to game nights and girl's nights with and miss oobles and oobles in the summer. We are lucky to have people like this in our lives. I know many of these people follow me on here, so to each of you I say thank you. We are blessed to know you!!!
I realize how fortunate I am to work at a place that not only do I look forward to being in, people are friendly and loving in a way that mirrors a sense of familyness. I turly have a sense of well-being with this school. Today I got to see people I have worked with for 11 years, people that have worked with 1-2 years, parents whom I met this year and families that have had a chain of siblings at CME since I started in 1998. Everyone of these people asked me about big Scott, Lainie, life as a Mom, etc. These are the poeple I am in Book Club with, spend hours at PD's with, go to game nights and girl's nights with and miss oobles and oobles in the summer. We are lucky to have people like this in our lives. I know many of these people follow me on here, so to each of you I say thank you. We are blessed to know you!!!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
I woke up today to my three Valentine's cooking me breakfast. My family is fabulous and very considerate of me....particularly on holidays. Today's surprise were heart shaped pancakes. Scott bought Lainie a pancake mold when she was little and every so often, Lainie and Scott cook breakfast together and bring it to me. Today they included Scotty, as much as you can include an infant. Today was a nice treat. Although Scott had to work today, he is planning a surprise supper here at home. I have seen the remnants of strawberries and blueberries, steamed shrimp and baked potatoes that he might be using in tonight's dinner (all of which are on both mine and Lainie's top 10 favorite foods). I was also asked to play Cupid and find him our white tablecloth, cloth napkins and candles so that he can complete his surprise for all of us. (This makes sense, only I know where they are and all...) With a new little one and the economy the way it is, we are going to have an "at-home family Valentine's Day." Honestly, these are my favorite kind. To pass the while during the day today, Lainie and I have been watching musicals together (so far: The Sound of Music and Annie) and are cooking Valentine pinwheel cookies and snuggling with Scotty while reading prince and princess books together. This is love. Happy Valentine's Day!
Friday, February 13, 2009
Update world!!! I found a pair of jeans! They are Levi's 512's from Dillards in a size 14 long. The 14 will do, because they fit, they are comfortable and hopefully, because of the smidge of Lycra in them will even fit fairly well when I succeed at making it back to an official 12 (or beyond - gasp!)
For my queasy readers...stop here.
Let's just say that I am attempting to feed the new boy the good old fashion way. I am breast feeding. It's a slow process, literally. He eats and eats, and snuggles, and sleeps and still wants more, meanwhile an hour and a half has passed during this process. Imagine doing this and when he finally finishes, it's time to start over. Needless to say, I borrowed a pump, a heavy duty one.
Thank you Lori! So for a month I have been pumping as often I can / remember / make myself / am sitting down long enough too. (For the up and going kind of a Mom, this can be tough.) I am smart enough not to start on level 5 because it pulls me at mach speed. But all this time, something still felt wrong, painful wrong. I just thought it was the whole process since I tried unsuccessfully with Lainie.
When I say wrong, I mean like toe curling wrong. Sometimes bleeding. Open flesh. Like really sore. So at this point, the original way took a long time and the fake way hurt. Aside from formula costing so much $$$, I still find myself in the grey zone for stopping all together.
So good news. While beginning the process today (did I mention you are supposed to do this anywhere from 8-12 times in the beginning to make it all roll right?) I notice this little white dial with raised lettering. The lettering is hard to read on the white dial, but it looks like the word MAX. Max? I don't really like that word when associated with my chest area. (Middle school tittie twisters come to mind.) I turn it down. The MAX suction turns to normal suction, then to (dare I say) GENTLE tugging. I wait. I wonder. It works! Ahhhh. This is doable.
Lesson to learn here: Experiment! Turn dials! Don't suffer! Ask someone!
For my queasy readers...stop here.
Let's just say that I am attempting to feed the new boy the good old fashion way. I am breast feeding. It's a slow process, literally. He eats and eats, and snuggles, and sleeps and still wants more, meanwhile an hour and a half has passed during this process. Imagine doing this and when he finally finishes, it's time to start over. Needless to say, I borrowed a pump, a heavy duty one.
Thank you Lori! So for a month I have been pumping as often I can / remember / make myself / am sitting down long enough too. (For the up and going kind of a Mom, this can be tough.) I am smart enough not to start on level 5 because it pulls me at mach speed. But all this time, something still felt wrong, painful wrong. I just thought it was the whole process since I tried unsuccessfully with Lainie.
When I say wrong, I mean like toe curling wrong. Sometimes bleeding. Open flesh. Like really sore. So at this point, the original way took a long time and the fake way hurt. Aside from formula costing so much $$$, I still find myself in the grey zone for stopping all together.
So good news. While beginning the process today (did I mention you are supposed to do this anywhere from 8-12 times in the beginning to make it all roll right?) I notice this little white dial with raised lettering. The lettering is hard to read on the white dial, but it looks like the word MAX. Max? I don't really like that word when associated with my chest area. (Middle school tittie twisters come to mind.) I turn it down. The MAX suction turns to normal suction, then to (dare I say) GENTLE tugging. I wait. I wonder. It works! Ahhhh. This is doable.
Lesson to learn here: Experiment! Turn dials! Don't suffer! Ask someone!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
After a stretch of morning cluster feedings, I finally broke away for a teeny-weeny bit of me time. By me time, I mean enough seconds to pee, grab a drink and perhaps even change my clothing from the night before. I wasn't asking for much, but still.
I set him down in the crib all drowsy and drunk-like. Men are so cute that way! As I stepped back he fell into what appeared to be a nap-like trance. I thought, "gold mine." And ran down the hall to take a shower (forget pee and snack!)
Lather, lather, shave, shave, rinse rinse...I wash, dry and dress with no noises coming from the babies room. All gracious, I might even press my luck and fold some laundry. Super quick I begin, only 1/8th of the way into it, he starts crying. Well screaming, actually.
I step in to soothe. Poor baby, I say. Continued screaming. Are you hungry again/still? Screaming and crying continue. Onto the living room comfy chair to eat. Off we go.
I take the bottle we were working on 21 minutes ago and put it to lips. Smacking lips, gnawing hands....appearing hungry. I set it in mouth. Trigger gag reflex (how?), he pushes it out and then pukes all across me. Hair, shoulder, shirt, pants, lap. (They were my cute yoga pants that I have to keep myself from wearing multiple days in a week....dag-gum and THEY WERE CLEAN! sniff sniff.)
He's wet, I'm wet and I'm now no longer clean. I clean him head to toe. I spot clean myself (including changing full set of clothes) and the day continues on from here.
My light grey Old Navy pants I'm now wearing are not as cute nor as comfortable...but hey....little man is no longer crying. Go us!!!
I set him down in the crib all drowsy and drunk-like. Men are so cute that way! As I stepped back he fell into what appeared to be a nap-like trance. I thought, "gold mine." And ran down the hall to take a shower (forget pee and snack!)
Lather, lather, shave, shave, rinse rinse...I wash, dry and dress with no noises coming from the babies room. All gracious, I might even press my luck and fold some laundry. Super quick I begin, only 1/8th of the way into it, he starts crying. Well screaming, actually.
I step in to soothe. Poor baby, I say. Continued screaming. Are you hungry again/still? Screaming and crying continue. Onto the living room comfy chair to eat. Off we go.
I take the bottle we were working on 21 minutes ago and put it to lips. Smacking lips, gnawing hands....appearing hungry. I set it in mouth. Trigger gag reflex (how?), he pushes it out and then pukes all across me. Hair, shoulder, shirt, pants, lap. (They were my cute yoga pants that I have to keep myself from wearing multiple days in a week....dag-gum and THEY WERE CLEAN! sniff sniff.)
He's wet, I'm wet and I'm now no longer clean. I clean him head to toe. I spot clean myself (including changing full set of clothes) and the day continues on from here.
My light grey Old Navy pants I'm now wearing are not as cute nor as comfortable...but hey....little man is no longer crying. Go us!!!
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