Update, kinda.

The last few weeks have been a blur of doing, making, fixing and helping. Erik and I had our fifth anniversary two weekends ago; we went to The Flying Dutchman for lunch and had the most amazing etouffee ever in the whole world ever, except for moms. We also went to a movie and to a soccer game but our time at the boardwalk was the most fun. When we got home I went to bed absolutely exhausted from all we’d done so I was able to sleep the whole night and not be up every five minutes because I couldn’t hear Laine breathing in the next room. I even turned the monitor off. I’m grateful my mom could watch her over night, but I’m not sure when I’ll do that again. I prefer to be close to Laine, not because I worry about her being taken care of, but because I worry about myself being taken care of. Laine takes care of me, loves me like no other and it’s something I’ve become accustomed to having around me always, like air.
Erik’s been working up at the church the last two nights. I’ve brought him dinner both nights around 9:00 and been asleep when he’s come home. Last night he brought his friend Charles along to help. I haven’t heard yet whether they are done or if they’ll have to go another night. I hope they take a break though. Erik isn’t cut out for late nights and early mornings anymore, but I am glad he’s helping out where he’s needed.

My person had another baby last week. The third in an ever expanding collection of the most beautiful girls in the world. Alice is perfect and tiny and I love her very much.

I started making barrettes to send with my dolls if anyone buys another one. Kind of a thank you gift, I’m going to match the barrette to the doll as much as I can, I think it’s a cute idea. Until someone buys a doll though I’m practicing my embroidery and it’s fun. I made a birdcage barrette and gave it to DonDon. She’s the only one I know that can really pull something like that off. She’s beautifully eclectic and I love that. I want to be that. I’d like to be able to wear birdcages in my hair and not have people look at me funny, it’d be so very Marie Antoinette, le sigh.

I’ve been wanting to put an update up here for a while now but it seems that the things I’ve been up to just aren’t blog worthy. Like, my living room vomited laundry everywhere this weekend; and I’m not joking, I just came downstairs on Saturday and there was every article of clothing I own (exaggeration) strewn about the entire house (exaggeration) and every toy Laine’s ever owned (exaggeration) on top of it all. I almost let the dog in to do her worst just so she could be that cherry (on top) she’s always wanted to be. But I didn’t, because I was to busy hyperventilating and writing lists, running around like a maniac, throwing everything onto the laundry room floor and slamming the door so I couldn’t see it anymore, because if I can’t see you, you don’t exist( not an exaggeration). It’s Tuesday and I’m still working on that pile that somehow showed up put of nowhere. Where was I that I have three days of laundry to do? It’s ridiculous.

I’m loving this weather lately, Laine and I have been playing outside after I get off work. I love being able to take her to the park that is so close to our house, I mean not even three blocks away and it’s the perfect size and it’s more or less hidden away so there are hardly more than one or two other children there and the parents are awesome about watching out for other kids, I love my park. However. (I wish I could add some kind of sound effect here, a dun-dun-dun, to let you know how huge this” however” is) Sunday evening while Erik was working at the church Laine and I went to the park. I was around 5:30 and when we got there a little girl name Emmie who’s big brother has her at the park at least three nights a week with his pot smoking friend, she was running up and down the stairs talking to herself and generally having a good time. When Laine got there Emmie followed her to the slide then to the swing then to the slide again and back and forth. Her brother started getting agitated with her not making up her mind, but I didn’t feel it was my place to say ”Dude, seriously? She’s two. Quit being a douche” And his friend was smoking a joint at the picnic table and if I’d had my phone on me I’d so call the cops. As it was I almost went to say something to him, however at that point the two boys and two toddlers were the only ones at the park with me and the pot head was a very, very large boy. Very large. So after about twenty minutes of back and forth the brother lost his cool and collected Emmie and took her to the basketball court across the way and sat while she picked flowers. At least he wasn’t mean to her, he’s just lazy.
Laine and I then had about five minutes to ourselves and we had just gotten back on the swings when a man jumped one of the fences surrounding the park and started walking towards the playground. He was dressed nice enough, polo and khakis, but I don’t care how nice you look when you jump a fence and make a beeline for me and my kid I’m going to get jumpy. I positioned myself between Laine and the man and kept pushing her. My mind was going wild with what-if’s and I figured if he was someone who wanted to take a kid I’d have a better chance of fighting him off if she was in the swing. And it’s really hard to get her out of those swings with her boots on so we were going to make this as hard as we could for him. But of course he didn’t make a grab for Laine or me. Instead he sat on a swing and started swinging. And taking to himself. Then laughing. Hysterically.
Two teenage girls were walking through he area at that point and I let them be a distraction for the freaky dude while I snatched Laine and walked very fast back to my house after walking around the block twice just in case he followed. We won’t be going back to that park without Erik for a while. I’m so upset over the fact that I was made uncomfortable in my park. Drugs and mentally unstable men and teenagers sitting on the slides not moving for kids and all the things that shouldn’t be at my park are at my park and it makes me sad.
I’m sure there is more to say about the last few weeks I just can’t think of anything.

Except this.

Dolls, Sleep and a Broken Streak

I am literally having to pull myself up by the hair and taping my hands to the keyboard to get this written. I hope you can appreciate the effort I’m making.
For the last four days all I’ve thought or dreamt about are dolls, it’s getting a little out of hand. I didn’t do laundry or dishes all weekend. Not one load in either machine. Laine only got one bath all weekend and that was on Sunday night and it was only because we were at my mom’s house and it was embarrassing how much she needed it. I know I’m a horrible mother; Laine could have contracted some insane disease from the bacteria and dirt. Whatever. She’s fine. And clean now. Plus she’s a toddler; there is a Clorox like excretion on her skin, like whatever touches her, she kills before it can hurt her. Unless it’s a cold germ, then she’s helpless. But like I said, now she’s clean and I have my ideas finally situated. I’m glad I took the time for myself. It would have been awesome if I’d had someone to help out and take care of the house and baby for me while I was taking this time for myself, I’m thinking that maybe I’ll start dating again, boyfriends are so much more helpful than husbands. It’s worth bringing up to Erik, maybe over dinner tonight. If I cook for him; I may be making a doll.
So far I’ve been working from a pattern that was someone else’s, it’s not copyrighted that I know of but on the off chance that it is and on the off chance I decide to sell one or two I don’t want any problems. And I’m pretty sure I have it all worked out now, at least I have the idea worked out. Now I need to figure out how to take that idea and form a pattern out of it. Once that’s done its cheesy peasy fresh and easy. I have some amazing fabric that I picked up on Saturday and some super cute little buttons and beads too. I’m ready to do this thing; I just need the thing to get done so I can do it. You know?
So Friday. Friday I got off work around 3:00 and headed over to my persons house, where she was napping and I totally made the dogs bark and wake her up and then I felt bad and offered to leave but she was already up so I hung out for a little bit, the girls woke up from their nap soon after and it was a nice visit. I went home to piece together a doll I had been thinking about before going to go and get Laine from daycare around 6:00 and she and I headed into Friendswood to watch Josh play basketball. He’s so much better at it that Jacob was at his age, he gets on his man and stays there and totally took the shot when he had it, three year olds are amazing. Especially the ones related to me, because they all get their amazing gene from me. If you know my family and are questioning this, you can just shut your pie hole. You don’t have to understand it for it to be true. Science schmience.
When we were leaving the game Laine FAAAHH-lipped out. To the max. Apparently my mom pinched her right as I was putting Laine into the car seat, but Laine thought that I did it so she got all hateful towards me and started crying for Nanny. It’s the only explanation there is; if you were there you’d know.
Laine cried for a while in the car then started doing that sniffing thing, like she’s been crying for hours and her body doesn’t know it’s done and so it keeps faking the motions but there are no more tears. Ugh I hate that. It breaks the heart even worse than the crying, she even did it after she fell asleep. Then when I got home I walked in the door with her passed out but then April came barreling around the corner and clipped the back of my knee and I jostled Laine awake. She stayed up for another couple of hours before finally passing out for good. I can’t remember if she woke up or not, if she did I’m sure she went back down easily enough. I stayed up until a little after midnight sewing my doll and got everything but the stuffing done. So when I woke up the next morning I stuffed and stitched it up and took it with me to show mom at Jacob’s basketball game.
Erik had said that he’s got way too much to do around the house to go to a basketball game, so Laine and I tried waking him up when we got up around 6:00 but that was dumb, and it didn’t work. We tried again at 7 and 8 and finally I got testy and at 8:45 I told him if he’s too busy to go to a basket ball game I’d assume he’s too busy to sleep the day away. I snapped at him and stomped around the bedroom, turning on lights and yanking the covers off him because yeah, he decided he didn’t feel like going to my son’s basketball game, I DON’T CARE IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, YOU GO. Like you go to work and Sunday school. Then I got all involved with being pissed off that I didn’t realize how late I was running to the game myself. I got there a little late but beat Momma and Daddy. When I texted to find out where they were Mom used the “We’re old and move slow” card that I am pretty sure she’s never pulled out before. She was probably doing something with dad that she didn’t want to share because she knew I’d share it on here so she said she was just moving slow. Joke’s on her though, because whether they did or not you are all totally thinking they were “dancing the mattress jig” now aren’t you. Ha. They probably were. Rabbits.

After the game I headed to the house. I was going to just get my doll pattern and head to mom’s house so that together we could work out the idea for the shape of the body but Laine fell asleep in the car so when we got to the house we just stayed there and I let her nap. When we were at the basketball game Josh had asked me to make him a boy doll and since I have no idea where to start on that I made him a little monster instead that turned out really cute. I finished it up right as Laine was waking up from her nap and at the same time Erik walked out of the bedroom freshly showered and ready to go to Nicolette’s birthday party, and tried to tell me all he’d done around the house which was a whole load of nothing. It was all garage stuff that I’d never be able to know for sure if he did it that day or months ago. I’m pretty sure he watched TV the whole time. And even though I took an entire weekend to sew I can still be a horribly bitter person about him taking time to do his own thing, because at least I didn’t lie. I have no proof he lied and I’d probably never say it to his face, but still. Liar.
We headed over to my persons to celebrate Nic’s first birthday, and it was such a great party. Exactly what I want for Laine’s, family only and as soon as everyone is assembled its gifts and cake and thank you for coming now get out. Ah, that would be so nice. Thirty minutes and you’re down to just the people you really want to be there. Or you’re down to the people that think you really want them to be there. Those folks are generally the ones you do want around and if you don’t it’s really your own fault for faking it and making them think that. Yeah, we stayed.
Laine got to hit a piñata kind of by herself for the first time and when the candy came out she jumped on it like a rabid dog, she stuffed every single lollypop she could find into her bag, I think she may have even stolen some out of the other kids bags. They all got left behind because we don’t do candy at the house ever, but for a short time they were "MINE!” I’m pretty sure it’s about as epic a moment as she’s ever had.
We gave Nicolette the Colette doll. She seemed to like it, whether she really does or not though I guess is fine, it matched her room anyway, so that’s lucky. I’d like to make her an owl soon too, that would match her room even better, I found a owl mobile pattern that was flipping amazing, and I know she’s a little old for a mobile so it could be a ridiculous thing to do but I never really claimed to be in my right mind.
We left the party and headed home around 4:00 I guess, my allergies were nowhere near as bad as they could have been but still I needed to take a few minutes to breath deep once I was home. I took some Sudafed and made a cup of Theraflu and was finally able to stop sniffling. I really hate that I’m so sensitive to other people’s pets; it’s inconvenient and makes me feel like I’m insulting that person or their house and that makes me feel horrible.
Saturday night Erik had to drive out to James’ house to pick up a used faucet that Erik wanted to use for our kitchen sink and while he was gone Laine and I started climbing the walls with boredom so I took her with me out to JoAnn and she was a big help picking out the felt and buttons. She was a not so big help when it came to no chewing on the buttons but I take what I can get with her. Since it was too early for Laine to fall asleep in the car I stopped halfway home when I started seeing her doze. I pulled into the Kroger at 528 and Bay Area and decided we needed toothpaste anyway so we walked around Kroger for an hour. Have you been in that Kroger? It’s huge. We were there for an hour and I didn’t even get to see the Organic section. That part was waaaaay over on the other side and I got side tracked by the Pepper Wall and the four choices of Brussels sprouts. Amazing. Laine was totally into the miniature cart she was able to push around the store, not really functional if you’re doing any real shopping but for one or two things it was a ton of fun. But even the most funnest things in the world get old and boring given enough time and a toddler’s attention span so we finally got on the road close to 7:30 and she passed out again in the car but this time stayed out all night. Until 2:00. That’s her witching hour apparently, when the scary things come out and she has to be awake for an hour before going back to sleep. It’s become a regular thing, something I can’t even complain about anymore because it’s become my life. My regular routine is to wake up at 2 and stay up till 3 then sleep again until 5:30. No complaining because there is no changing it. Unless of course I get that boyfriend.
Sunday morning came at 5:30. Surprise! Laine let us stay in bed until 7:00 but then she started getting rowdy at which point I popped Erik on the head and told him it was his turn to get up early. And to his credit he got up right away, no complaints or arguments. He went downstairs and forgot the baby, but he did come right back up to get her. No, I didn’t get any rest in the extra hour I was in bed, I was terrified he’d forget about her again and I just knew at any second she was going to scream out because he’d stepped on her or something. But she didn’t. Still I didn’t sleep. I did however stay in bed then whole time, it was an exercise in restraint but I made it through, I even took a shower by myself. That’s a really big deal. I went downstairs to find Laine and Erik still in pajamas with fifteen minutes to get out the door. I should have known better but I didn’t fuss, I’m getting used to it I guess. Laine and I were dressed and headed for the door while Erik was still searching the house for a pair of pants. Genius should have looked in the closet but I didn’t say anything.
At church I found it difficult to hold my head up much less keep my eyes open, the only part that grabbed and held my attention both services was Russell’s singing. If he made a CD I’d buy it. I miss the Willingham’s doing worship, but mom said I may see more of them soon, so I’ll just keep my fingers crossed for that.
I worked in the nursery for second service and by 11:30 I was nodding off in the rocking chair with the girl baby so I had to have Erik come in and play with the boy baby. Me and the girl snuggled down and got our rock on for the last half hour and by the end of church I was finally getting my energy back up. It didn’t last long though, once I was in the car I fell asleep. Erik decided to drop me off at home and take Laine out to lunch with my folks. AMAZING IDEA! The best idea he’s probably ever had. I did sleep then, for a whole three hours I slept and I didn’t even move. My leg was still half off the bed when Laine came tearing into my room to wake me up at 3:30. She’d taken her nap on Erik’s shoulder while he was shopping at Lowes. He said he had a basket in one hand and Laine in the other, and he didn’t set her into a cart because he wanted her to sleep and that by the end of the trip his arm was dead. I let him boo-hoo about it because I’d just had a nap, but after complaining about it for fifteen minutes I told him “yes, dear, I know it was probably very difficult, I’m sorry about that but I’m so happy that you let her sleep. It was a very good daddy move” but my tone said “Shut the eff up dear, I love you but I’ll punch you in the no-go hole if you say another word about how hard you had it for the last three hours” He caught the gist of it though I think because he dropped it.
Once I was fully awake and we were all enjoying eachother's company watchign TV Erik said he wanted to do a few things around the house but throughout the day Laine had become attached to him and wasn’t letting him work (GOD! I WONDER WHAT THAT’S LIKE?!) So to pay him back for taking care of me I took Laine over to my mom’s where I was finally able to get her input on the doll, we didn’t get to talk about it too much but we did get to hang out. Daddy was busy with bills and taxes so Mom and I got to hang out just the two of us and watch a movie. At one point Laine left us to find my Dad, she ended up falling asleep on him so it was really REALLY just me and mom for almost an hour. That never happens and it was GREAT.
Around 8:00 I bundled up Laine and took her home, she woke up and went back down about three times Sunday night but each time was shorter than the last so I was still mostly rested on Monday.
Work was fine, I had a couple of things to do and was glad to have it to do, and I am still waiting on that big job to come in. Just waiting… At 5:00 I left and got Laine, she and I got home and made meatloaf and waited for Daddy to get home. He got there starved and impatient for dinner, and even ate seconds when it was done. It’s been a long time since he’s asked for seconds, made me feel like maybe this loaf was a better loaf than the last loaf i made, even though I know it wasn’t. I told Laine “He likes the meatloaf; that means he likes me.” And Erik looked at me like that’s not at all what that means, and I got all hurt and he tried telling me that he likes me with or without the meatloaf and I was all “so you don’t like the meatloaf?”and he said that no, really it wasn’t his favorite but it was okay, and I was all oh, it’s okay well let me just go set it on fire because we can’t have okay food here, it’s got to be perfect then Erik said something about insane and committed and too expensive, I don’t know, whatever. But he did have seconds.
We watched TV for a while before bed adn I saw this commercial for Dexatrim Max and it says you can lose weight three times faster. Three times faster.... THREE TIMES FASTER THAN WHAT?! I'll never in my life get over how incomplete that comercial left me.
Today, I broke my streak. I had gone nine days without calling Erik. I had to call him this morning though because I’d forgotten the last two days to take diapers to the daycare and I needed him to drop it off for me. He picked up on the second ring. TWILIGHT ZONE!! I almost forgot what I was calling him about.
Tonight we are eating leftovers and I’m going to finally figure out my pattern, hopefully. That’s the plan anyway.

Hi, I'm Perfect.

I woke up late for work again today; it was already 8:00 by the time I got into the car to leave this morning. I can’t believe that Laine let me sleep in that long, she normally never sleeps past 6:00 so if my alarm fails she’ll make sure I’m up. But both the alarm and Laine weren’t working right this morning. Laine even let me leave her with Erik, which is odd considering morning times are her neediest so on my occasional late days it’s usually very hard for me to leave the house without her, dropping her at daycare is entirely different than leaving her with Erik. She definitely knows the difference. Miss Danielle will play with her and feed her and give her hugs and kisses and tell her how amazing she is twenty times before I’m out the door and Daddy just turns on the TV and snuggles down with her until she’s so fed up at doing nothing that she starts pitching a fit, then he gets up and gets dressed, then calls me for ”where do you keep her clothes?” and “do I need to give them her diaper bag?” and “do I need to feed her?” It’s not like we just got her. We’ve been parents for two years now. I haven’t changed her room or what drawer her clothes go in, or the daycare she goes to. I have kept everything exactly the same for exactly the reason of Erik having to do anything. That man… that poor man. He gets so lost! What would he do without me? He’d starve for one thing. And there is no telling how he’d react to find the dishwasher, washing machine and dryer don’t run on fairy dust and smiles. And Laine, poor girl would be dragging 90 pound diaper behind her, Erik can’t smell shit. Literally. Guess I can’t be running off with Bruce Willis anytime soon.

So I did get started on those dolls this weekend. I’ve made three of them so far. One for Nicolette and one for Laine, and I started making one pair for the twins. I can’t tell you how proud I was getting of myself with the twin dolls; I had them so perfect; exactly the same but exactly opposite. One was pink and one purple; but Laine was in my arms while I was sewing and she turned some knob on the machine and now it’s all kinds of messed up. One of the dolls had to be completely scrapped, the pink one and I know it’s my own fault for not checking the stitching at the back so I can’t blame Laine for it but I do know not to let her sit facing the machine anymore. I need my mom to come help me figure out how to fix the machine. (MOM, HELP!)

I was able to save the face and hair from the pink doll and I’ve started piecing a new one together, they aren’t going to be as exactly opposite as I’d like anymore but hopefully they’ll be enough alike/different to suit the twins.

I finished making Nicolette’s doll right after I got a delivery from UPS on Friday night. You see that book there in that picture? That’s the book I was saying I wanted. The one I couldn’t find and really wanted. Colleen totally got it for me. Yeah she did. That’s my person, she did that. I love her so much, probably more than any of you love your people. My person’s awesome. I finished Nic’s doll right after I opened the book, so she can know that doll was put together with a huge smile and a lot of love and gratitude. It’s my very first doll so of course there are imperfections but I can’t be expected to be perfect he first time right? Or second or ninth, maybe that’ll be my thing, imperfection, I’m perfect at it!

Each doll I’ve made and plan to make is going to be made with love, and with each particular girl in mind. You can almost bet on the fact that a prayer will be stitched into each doll for each girl.

I finished Laine’s doll Saturday morning right before we left to go to Jacob’s basketball game. Laine decided on Babette for her dolls name. We went through a lengthy list of names, to see what Laine could say and what she couldn’t, but since doing that she’s called her BahBeh so Babette it is. (For those of you, who don’t know, I got that name from Beauty and the Beast; Babette is the French maid/feather duster). I think Laine likes the doll, but it’s not her favorite thing by far, she likes to give it kisses and put it to sleep and BahBeh is Baby sometimes “Baby go night night, Baby eat bites, Baby HUG!” But when she’d not playing mommy then Baby is back to BahBeh.

On an updateier note, Erik was home all weekend. Not home working but actually home, he watched Laine for all of Saturday morning so I could get my craft on and he went with us to Jo-Ann fabrics and to Target and he didn’t complain once. He was a great husband and father this weekend; I have no complaints about him today. But then everything is usually wonderful when he’s home. There are no misunderstandings because we are face to face and not over the phone and that can go a long way for a relationship. Ours anyway. It was nice to be able to go and entire two days without wondering where Erik is and if he’s okay. My hyper-agitated nerves finally got a break.

Something that Erik does that I don’t normally share with you guys is, when we are at home, sitting around, making lunch, cleaning up: periodically he’ll stop what he’s doing come to me and hold me (yeah, sometimes I get annoyed because I’m bent over getting clothes out of the dryer, or I’ve got an arm full of towels and I’m half way up the stairs) he doesn’t care what I’m doing, he’ll hold me and the armful of toys and tell me he loves me and that he’s so lucky to have me. And if it’s laundry I’m doing he thanks me for doing it. And I love it. I love it so much when he does that. It’s exactly my love language. Well it would be exactly my love language if he’d take that laundry and put it away himself but I take what I can get, you know? I should probably start sharing the good things Erik does with you guys on here, it seems all I do is complain, it makes it look like I’m unhappy with him when I’m really not. I just don’t get the blogging bug unless I’m upset, sucks for you guys because all you get are rants and srsly’s so I’m going to try to be a bit more positive, at least when it comes to Erik. I just found out a couple of people I didn’t know about read my stuff, and they know Erik, can’t have them looking at him funny at church, not that he’d give two hoots but I’d care. So hey, don’t look at him funny okay?
Side note: A Facebook status update made me first laugh then think about Erik and the phone situation, it’s what gave me my new let it go mindset.
“Is the glass half full or is the glass half empty? We know there is a glass. We know there is liquid in this glass. The amount of liquid rests at the halfway mark. This liquid must be desirable or we wouldn't be arguing if the glass was "half empty" or "half full". There is a desirable liquid in a glass. Drink it THEN GET A DAMN REFILL!”

Christmas. Check.

Christmas is finished. I'm happy and sad. There really is no other holiday that completely takes over entire families like Christmas does. Everyone feels obligated to be nice and to visit with people you wouldn't normally visit with during the other parts of the year, and if they are anything like me, instead of reminding them why they don't visit normally it reminds them that they are a jerk for having missed out on their company for so long. I love Christmas because it makes me feel like a jerk; and for at least a few weeks after the holidays I keep those folks in mind and I call and email and may visit a time or two, but it's too bad the holiday spirit doesn't stick around after the holidays. That would rock, but then again it would just be July, not the holidays anymore, but if everyone kept the holiday spirit year round I guess we wouldn't miss the holiday time of year, because it would be all year. Get spirity people! Let's holiday the crap out of this year!

This Christmas Erik was adamant about us not getting stressed out by bouncing back and forth between the families... the families that live five miles apart, the families that understand we have other families to see and visit with and love on. Yeah, he was the only stressing about not stressing, and by the time we finally collapsed onto the last couch of the night he still couldn't relax because he was Stressy McStresserpants. I was eating my second plate of cheesecake by the time he calmed down. Next  year I think I'll make out a chart or timeline or Excel spreadsheet for him. (7:00 Home, 10:00 Porters, 16:00 Rosendahls, 22:00 Home.) I love making lists and spreadsheets so that's no hard thing for me to do, though I don't know if I would be able to handle super serious Daddy with a list, Mommy's with lists are fine but give a Daddy a list and all of a sudden there are bullwhips and cattle prods and "Where are you're shoes, soldier!?" and as much as Erik is suited for that line of torture I'm really excited to see what kind of a monkey wrench a three year old will be in any plans we make for next year. Ha! never underestimate the power of the Laine.

I didnt' take near the amount of pictures this year as I did last year. I was a little busy chasing Laine and eating. Mostly I was eating, so there are a select few photographs this year, but you won't be able to tell the difference seeing as how you only get shown the best anyway. I'll know though, my December '10 folder is tiny compared to my December '09.

So to round up the holiday, here are the best of the few shots I got. I hope every one who celebrates Christmas had a merry one.

 

Amazingness All Around Except For That One Part At The End

I made a Christmas list. Look at it, its fancy and tech savvy and I’m so impressed with myself. The only thing was though that it only allows you to put ten items on that, so instead of making more than one wish list carousel I limited myself to only wanting ten things. For myself. I have other carousels for other people.
When I’m asked what I want for my birthday or Christmas and I usually say I don’t know it’s because I genuinely don’t know what I’d want. For the life of me I usually can’t think of anything that I’d want someone spending their money on for me. However if I’m told I can only want ten things and that even though normally I can’t think of even one thing now even if I can think of a million I have to limit myself to only ten things… well then, that’s a different story all together. All of a sudden it’s like, “NO THERE’S A MILLION THINGS I NEEEEED RIGHT NOW!!!”I’m insane. No like seriously. I had a great wish list made up and posted on here and in the process of writing this short little blog I’ve already made changes. And I have a list here on my desk of other changes. How is it that there are so many things that I want today and two weeks ago when Erik was having so much trouble shopping for my birthday I couldn’t even make up something that I wanted. What gives?!

Okay different topic. Laine’s been learning a ton of stuff at day care lately. She’s recently been moved to the 2 and 3 class. She’s young for it but they said that she plays better with the older kids than with the younger ones and that she pays attention when they are teaching their lessons so they don’t see a reason why Laine shouldn’t be moved. I don’t either. Especially when she comes home being able to tell me what 1 through 5 is on her fingers and she can say the words yellow and blue and point out things that are those colors. We had a ton of fun at the grocery store; I went around and would pick up two of the same thing but different brands or flavors and ask her “Green or Orange?” and she’d point and say which one she wanted. I ended up getting a few things I wouldn’t normally buy, like a yellow bell pepper, because SHE SAID YELLOW! And she didn’t even say lellow or lemellow or anything silly, she said yellow. She’s amazing.
She’s talking in mostly full sentences sometimes too. Yesterday she told me that she wanted to read a book. This morning she said she couldn’t see pawpaw (see the video). Granted it’s baby talk and it’s a special language sometimes that you must be fluent in to understand but that is so way beside the point. My little baby is talking. Crazy mazy fo shazy. I’m sayin’.


Also. Today is Thursday.

The Officially Unnamable Peoples Republic of Watching Bad TV Club Night and my person is sick.

Boo.

I Need Better Drugs

It’s been a while since I wrote a this-was-my-day-recap blog. And yesterday wasn’t really a recap worthy day but the truth is I’ve got nothing else.
I woke up late yesterday morning, usually I’m up and in the shower no later than 5:30 and down stairs dressed and doing the laudry from the day before. I make Erik’s lunch and I set out his clothes and I grab a diaper and head upstairs to wake up laine and get her situated for the day. This typically all ends up with Laine and I in the car at 6:40 and me on the road for work no later than 7:00 to arrive no later than 7:30 so that I can’ make charlies coffee before 7:45. But yesterday I didn’t wake up until 6:50 so I wasn’t able to take a shower and when I ran downstairs to get erik’s lunch together Laine woke up and was hollering so loud it woke Erik up so he grabbed her and brought her down for me, changed and dressed her while I got his clothes laid out and my breakfast in a bag to take in the car with me and we were out the door at 7:20 and I didn’t get on the road for work until 7:35. I had very little gas so I took 518 instead of the freeway to conserve it a bit and I had to stop at CVS for Excedrin Migraine and I walked into the front office at 8:20. With Charlie standing there asking me where the coffee was.
That was how my day started, and it continued for me in more or less the same vein. I ate my rationed handful of honeydew melon and watched a little TV, I played my facebook games and tried to write a little in the Borrowing Jacob notebook. But starting at around 9:00 the Excedrin I took started wearing off and by 10:00 it was gone completely. You’re only supposed to take two Excedrin in Twenty-four hours and by the time I went to bed last night I’d taken eight. Hopefully my new doctor will fix this on Monday.
At lunch I made a bowl of soup but could only get about half of it down before my head started pounding with each bite and chew so I had to stop and just sit with my eyes closed until the throbbing stopped. I ate another handful of honeydew melon later and wasn’t missing the soup that much. Around 3:30 I took some more Excedrin, made myself a cup of tea and turned my lights off for some quiet time. By 5:00 I was more than ready to get out of there.
I picked Laine up at daycare right after 6:00 and she was crying so hard for daddy, they said that she’d been fine all day but that some man had come in for his son and since then she’d been hollering. So I took her home and set her up in her highchair to eat some ravioli and oranges and she stayed happy enough for me to start on dinner, but not quite finish it. So for the last ten minutes of getting the casserole ready for the oven laine was screaming “MamaMamaMama” over and over and over until I was finally done and got her out and cleaned her up and took her upstairs for a bath. Since I’d missed my shower that morning I just climbed in with her. We took almost a half an hour together just playing and splashing and washing each others hands and feet but then the water hitting my legs started pounding in my head and I got a little dizzy so I got us out and dried off and handed her over to Erik so I could finish dinner. I took some more Excedrin and cleaned up the kitchen and was all good again by the time Colleen came over for our Thursday Night thing that still doesn’t have a name.
She watched me eat and then we drank so amazing chocolate raspberry coffee that she’d brought over and watched Bones and Grays and Private Practice and it was good. She left right at ten to head home and I went upstairs and climbed into bed for some sleep before I needed to take more Excedrin and failed so I had Erik bring me some up and I got some good sleep until around 1:00 when Laine woke up and stayed up until close to 5:00. I woke up Erik to take her at 4:00 but her crying kept me up, she wasn’t not feeling well she just wanted to get down and play and we weren’t’ letting her so she was pissed. Finally she wore herself and Erik out and we slept again until Erik’s alarm woke me up at 7:10… So we’ve started all over again. It’s now 9:00 and I’ve already taken 4 Excedrin and I’m feeling okay right now. Tonight I’m giving a presentation or speech or something with my family at a Pregnancy Center’s fund raiser in Pasadena and tomorrow I have a family reunion in the Woodlands that will last the whole day. Sunday I plan to take it way easy and Monday I get to meet my new doctor, I just pray he takes me seriously and fixes my head.

Father's Day Weekend Update

Friday I got off work a little early so I went and got my nails did. Every other time I’ve ever gone to get my nails done I first call and asked Erik what color he’d like me to get. Almost every single time his first pick is pink, and since I’m not a pink on my toes kinda gal I’ll usually ask him if he’s sure a couple of times until he changes it to red. So this time after I completely forgot to call Erik and it was time to paint, I saw that I had just picked out a dark red, but I thought “you know, Erik usually picks pink first so I’ll just do pink for him”. As I was driving home I called him and asked him “If I had called him what color would he have chosen?” I was fully expecting him to say pink so I could go “Ah Ha! I knew it that’s what I got”. Instead I got “I don’t know red”. And I went “Nuh uh! I got pink!” Wah wah! It may not seem like a big deal to you or even to Erik but to me I felt like I’d just ruined the half hour massage I’d gotten. I know Erik doesn’t care what color my toes are painted but in my mind I do it for him so I like for him to at least pick the color. When he picked something other than what I had gotten, I felt like I’d wasted the $30. Yes, Erik had been the one to tell me to go and get it done so that I could take some time for myself to do something just for myself and that’s what I did, it’s just a little less enjoyable when I think that I didn’t get his color choice, even when I manipulate the color choice out of him anyway. Whatever. I’m dumb. Saturday we made plans to hang out with our people for the whole day. We were going to their house to watch one soccer game at 9:00 then we would all trek over to the Rosendahl’s to watch another game then go swimming afterwards. So we wake up at 7:00. Hang on; first let me tell you about the night before. Laine didn’t let me sleep. She slept just fine but every time I’d try to pick her up to put her down she’d start crying so I’d try holding her until she fell asleep but then she’d wake up as I tried to lay her down and start crying, so I tried keeping her in the crib and rubbing her back until she fell asleep then as soon as I’d get one foot out the door she started crying so I laid down on the floor and listened to her breathing until I though for sure she was out but when I stood up again she started crying. So I started crying. Which woke Erik up, so he got up and got dressed and took Laine for a car ride, they came back a very short time later with her knocked out. I went to bed around 4:30 and now we are back to waking up at 7:00. I told you all of this so that you’ll understand me when I tell you that in the course of our morning lying in bed as Laine pranced around us, laughing and hollering and screaming and being cute that when one side of her diaper came un-Velcro'd I just laid there not really caring. She didn’t care so why should I? She eventually worked the whole diaper off her and brought it over to me, I grabbed it and found that it was a loaded diaper. A hugely loaded diaper. Nothing got on the floor or on me but when Erik jumped up to check if any had gotten on Laine he found the one spot it had gotten on her and it transferred onto him. We all jumped in the shower really quick and got it all cleaned off, but I really couldn’t have cared. I was dead tired and it wasn’t even funny but I had to laugh at it. What a day it was already starting out to be.
Erik offered to let me sleep in and come back to pick me up after the first soccer game but of course I wasn’t going to miss hanging out with my person just because I was tired. If anyone can accept me in my grouchiest mood it’s my person. If anyone can relate to being up all night with a toddler it’s my person. So no, I’m not going to miss out on a chance to hang with her because I might be a little tired. And I’m glad because the whole day was wonderful. Swimming was so much fun and just being able to see Laine interacting with other children was fun. We went out to dinner at Jake’s afterwards and I was really impressed with all three girls. Each was distracted on their own and not once did we have a moment where strangers were staring. That’s a wonderful thing.
Sunday we woke up early and Laine and I brought Erik his Father’s Day gift in bed. I think if I had waited until he was more awake he would have been more excited about it, but overall I think he liked it. We got ready for church and were on the road so early that we were able to stop for breakfast and still get to church on time. After church we met Mom and Dad and Damone at Red River for some amazing BBQ, then we headed to Mom and Dad’s to hang out and open Father’s Day gifts and Mom’s birthday gift from the boys. Before we knew it the day was half gone and it was past 2:00 and we needed to head over to Erik’s parents for Father’s Day dinner. BBQ again but different kinds so I didn’t feel like we were eating leftovers. Alicia made ribs that were surprisingly good.
Laine decided to stay awake the entire day she didn’t go down for her first nap until 6:30. We left when she woke up at 8:30 and she passed out in the car and stayed out all night. I’m not sure what time she woke up this morning but she was playing quietly in her crib when I went in to wake her up. I’m so grateful that she can do that.
I dropped her off at Daycare early this morning so that I could swing by HEB for my breakfast for the week and I caught the bakery as they were putting out their breads for the day. Fresh bagels are the best.

Weekend Update

I’m not normally the kind of person that looks forward to coming into work on Mondays. Actually I look for every reason under the sun to stay home most days; I look for reasons but don’t normally find them. I’ve got a pretty good attendance record, I only take off for illnesses so severe that a doctor visit is required for myself or for Laine, so when I started throwing up around 3:30 this morning you’d think I’d use that excuse to stay home today, but no, I was up at 6:00 putting makeup on and my new dress that I got for Mother’s Day, slipped into my high heels and threw may hair up to dry curly and off to my Monday I go. Still sick to my stomach and feeling dizzy but I’m here, and not at home. And I’ll tell you why.

Friday I got off work around 3:00 and headed strait home to clean. I got the living room and the dining room done before I had to go and get Laine. And it was clean. So clean it looked like it did when we first moved in and everything had a place and there was no clutter or dust or random toys on the floor. It was clean like my mom’s house is clean and I was dang proud of myself. Saturday I cleaned the office and the kitchen while Erik watched Laine and cleaned the bathroom. Halfway through that we took a break to go and see Josh play his soccer game at the park and eat some lunch. Laine started getting cranky near the end of lunch but we still had to stop by Target and Home Depot. I had Erik go to Home Depot while Elaine and I walked around Target and we’d checkout when he got there. I picked out what I wanted for Mother’s Day while I was walking around. An amazingly comfortable robe, Erik got me the matching pants as an extra little surprise. Laine was ready to throw a fit by the time we got done with all of our shopping so we headed back to the house to finish cleaning and getting ready for dinner. Well I cleaned, Erik and Laine build a fort in the living room with the couch cushions I had just vaccuumed. We were having my brother and sister over for fish that I had no idea how to cook and I wanted the house to be clean for them. Not so much that I thought they’d appreciate it and not so much that I need my house to be clean for guests, it’s just that momma taught me good, so I can’t not clean for company. Kind of like taking your clothes off before you get in the shower, it’s just something you do.
Cassie and James showed up around 5:30 and we started marinating the fish and getting the rice cooked and the veggies ready to roast and opened our first bottle of wine. Erik and James had Laine with the in the living room and in the back yard while Cassie and I stayed in the kitchen. It was a wonderful dinner but at some point between bottle of wine one and bottle of wine three I blacked out. I’ve heard stories that I was laying in the front yard talking to Cassie about how the stars at my house are different than the ones at her house, but at least I didn’t embarrass myself. Ha.
Then Sunday morning I woke up around 7:30 and went down for a glass of water only to find all of my clothes from the previous night in a pile in the middle of the kitchen. Yeah… I went back upstairs and there were leaves on my pillow. Oookay… I woke Erik up and said “hey did we have amazing sex last night or was that just an amazing dream?” Apparently we had gymnastastical, I’m still limping from the exertion kind of haven’t-done-this-since-I-was-a-teenager sex. UH- MAZING. Erik threw out his hip and my shoulders are still sore today. Where did that go in my life? Why does that not happen every single night? Oh yeah, because with the unabashedly free me comes a severe hangover. I haven’t felt this way since college, I’ve never had a wine hangover like this and it was awful. I curled up on the couch with Laine and didn’t even get dressed for church until 9:55. Church starts at ten. I didn’t have to go to church, I could have stayed home all day if I’d wanted, it was mothers day and my day and I could be bad if I wanted, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to see my mom and I wanted to get my mothers day hug from my dad. Those are the best. Seriously. Like yeah I screwed up a ton in life and yeah I still screw up a tone now and maybe getting pregnant wasn’t such a smart move back in the day but look at all the wonderful things that have come out of it. Knowing my dad thinks that makes my Mother’s Day hugs the best.
After church it was still all I could do to keep from vomiting so we skipped lunch and just headed over to Erik’s moms house… where they were cooking about six dozen eggs. There was an amazing looking pile of cheese covered eggs with ham and veggies in it but it also had onions, so did everything else but the French toast and deviled eggs. They didn’t know we were coming and I got about four different apologies for the onions but I got super full on the toast, it was just what I needed to help be feel better. I tried to take a short nap on the couch after we ate but Laine had other ideas. She got me good, right ton the nose, with the TV remote. I thought my nose was broken for a few minutes, but it didn’t even bleed. After a while we went home so that I could lay down some more but on the way Laine finally fell asleep for her first nap of the day so we put her down and I changed into my pajamas and headed over to my persons house while I had no responsibilities and she and I were able to celebrate our day together for almost an hour. I need to start celebrating more holidays so that I can see her more often, it’s like birthdays and holidays are the only time we have anymore. Stupid responsibilities, keeping me from my person.
After I got back home I woke Laine up and we all hung out in the living room until bedtime. Laine stayed up later than usual again and Erik and I went to bed at the same time she did. She woke up at 2:30 thought and I got up and gave her a bottle then laid her in bed with me, but I was coughing so much that I finally go up and took some Robitussin. I crawled back into bed but not even two minutes alter my chest started burning, from the inside. It felt like the Robitussin was eating away at whatever lining there was in my throat, so I got back up again, waking Laine up again and drank three big glasses of water then made myself throw it all back up. And once I started that it just wouldn’t stop. I got back into the bedroom at 3:30 and Laine was still awake. I rocked her for a while but at 4:30 I got Erik up again and had him take her for me, I only had another hour before my alarm was going to go off. He took her and she was out in minutes, I don’t know how he does it but I’m jealous.

So that’s why I’m at work today. This weekend wasn’t a bad weekend but it was full and I’m over it. I’m ready to get the week started so that I can get to next weekend and try and do it all better. This time with no hangover, but hopefully a little more of the amazing sex.

Another Doctor Visit

So yesterday was a long day. After I was able to swap Laine’s appointment from today to yesterday my mom and Josh brought Laine up to the doctor’s office for me and I met them there. Josh we a trooper and well behaved the whole time, it was nice to not have to chase around a spastic four year old on top of a spastic one year old.
Once we got into the exam room we had about a twenty minute wait before the nurse came into take Laine’s measurements, right before the nurse knocked on the door Laine busted her face good on the window sill. I tried grabbing for the back of her shorts but she was like a see-saw and I just grabbed the center while the heavier side smashed down. The heavier side being her face. So of course she was crying and in pain and wanting my mom to hold her but the nurse was ready for us so she had to go with me to get weighed, she calmed down a bit and got interested in what was going on, but then we went back to the room and she remembered that she wanted Nana. But she still needed to get measured so she got a little hysterical for a brief moment. After the nurse left it took Dr. Collard just enough time to get to us that Laine had cheered back up when we had to upset her again. For the most part Laine is really curious about what doctors and nurses do, it’s when they need to hold her face in some way that she gets upset. She doesn’t kike it when she can move her head. The doctor told us that although we thought we had a slam dunk ear infection (what with all the crying for seemingly no reason and the tugging on her ears…) what it really was an upper respiratory infection. Of course, how could I not see that?
We were given a prescription for antibiotics but I was told not to fill it unless Laine develops a fever, which she hasn’t done so that’s amazing. We were also given eye drops for her swollen eye. I have to give it to her every two hours and man you’d think I was putting acid in her eyes with the reaction she gives. I tried the drops and it’s just like saline solution, it feels like water. I think it’s the unknown that freaks her out, the fact that never before has anything other than her finger gone into her eye. This morning I put the drops into the wells of her eyes and pulled up on her lids so that she was still asleep and it didn’t scare her, now if I can only get her to take a nap every two hours so that I can medicate her without her flipping out.
After we left the doctors office I dropped off the prescription for the eye drops and stopped by Colleen’s to visit for the hour they said it would take to fill the order. It was amazing to see her during daylight hours for once. Laine was okay during the visit, happy to play on her own and not visit too much but she wanted lots of hugs from Colleen which was so cute. She ate some grapefruit and ice while we were there but hen we had to leave to go get the medication and photos I was getting developed. She fell asleep in the car on the way home but woke up as soon as I unbuckled her. I gave her half a dose of Dimetapp right before we left downtown and another half dose when we got home hoping that it would knock her out but all it seemed to do was amp her up. She stayed cranky for the rest of the day but as long as you keep her entertained she doesn’t cry too much. She got really frustrated one of her toys when it didn’t do what she wanted it to do and for a while I couldn’t’ convince her to try something else, even taking her outside didn’t cheer her up. At about 5:30 I packed her back up and went back to CVS to do some shopping. I bought myself all new makeup and some nail polish. I got some new hair dye that took me forever to pick a color, I kept putting the box up to Laine's head trying to match the color and there is no color like hers so I went with the closest one. The whole time we were at the store Laine was happy, swinging her feet and singing/screaming. For once I didn’t shh her, I didn’t give a damn who was bothered by her, she was happy and that was all that mattered at that moment. There is suck a huge difference between a sad or hurt scream and a happy one, I love her happy scream now.
We got home just before 7:00 and Erik met us shortly after. Erik had a few things he wanted to get done around the house, cleaning up a little and unpacking the glass top for the dining room table so Laine and I made him some black bean tacos while he worked. After he finished eating his dinner I made Laine a bottle, gave her medicine and eye drops and got Erik and Laine settled on the couch so that she could go to sleep. It was 8:00 and past her bedtime as it was so when she started crying as I was leaving I figured a little crying a little formula and she’d be out. But I had my doubts. I drove to my parents while Erik took care of Laine and I visited for a bout 45 minutes, stalling as much as I could before going home. When I got there I was trying to be very quiet to not wake up Laine but then I heard the happy scream, she and Erik had just gotten out on the bath and she wasn’t even a little bit tired. It’s like Dimetapp has no effect on her. I’m buying Dimetapp PM tonight to see if that will. She woke up around 3:00 this morning crying and didn’t stop until right before 5:00. This morning she was cranky but not crying. Fingers crossed tonight goes well.

Typical Night

Last night I got home at 6:00 with Laine, She was in a playful curious mood so I took her outside to run around the front yard while we waited on Erik to come home. At one point a dog barked frightening the birds in the tree and she pointed to one and said “Bur?” then flapped her arms. It was probably the cutest thing she’s ever done, and that’s a serious statement. I was breathless from the flood of adorableness I was drowning in. Erik got home right as we were going back inside, I tried to get Laine to show him where the birds were but there weren’t any out anymore. Erik was only stopping by to drop off the stroller to clear up room in his car so that he could leave right away again to go and pick up our new microwave that we ordered two weeks ago. While he was gone I heated up some gumbo for Laine’s dinner and took her for a quick stroll down the street and back up again. Laine had a great appetite last night; she ate all of her gumbo and rice, two huge handfuls of pineapple pieces and one sugar cookie and still wanted more. So I gave her a hot dog to gnaw on while I puttered around the kitchen. While she was occupied I measured out everything I need for cookies so that once she was asleep I could mix them up really quickly and get the batter chilling for tonight. I’d like to make a few with her hand prints in them if I can. Just to see what it would look like. Also I have orange and blackberry fillings to test out with my cookies as glazes. My person better be prepared for the taste test session later.
Before Erik got back I scrubbed out our microwave so that when it goes to the attic it’ll be nice and clean for whoever gets it next. Once he got home again he needed help carrying it inside and that totally racked up enough points to close out my manual labor account for the week. After I caught my breath Erik and I went outside with Laine and met up with our neighbors across the street, Amanda and Dave with their little boy Rivers. They were very interested in each other, Laine and Rivers, they were also very interested to find out that they both had belly buttons; it is defiantly a moment to remember to tell them about whenever they are older.
After we came back inside Erik finished off the rest of the gumbo and I got Laine settled down on the couch with me to watch American Idol but then I found out that it was Wednesday and not Tuesday so I turned it off. Erik had to leave again to head out to Iway to start up their servers, apparently their power had gone out and now it was back on but the servers needed to be manually turned on. I really hate that company, they take advantage of Archer in a way that no other company does. They call Erik at night on weekends and during holidays, even during our dad gum honeymoon. I really don’t like Iway.
After Erik left I got Laine to sleep around 8:15. I took myself upstairs and checked my emails and facebook account and then ran back downstairs to make the cookie batter then back upstairs to watch Tuesdays AI episode. I totally fell in love with Lee Dewyze, for serious. Once that was over I watched ANTM and was not at all impressed with the girls this season. I tried to get into Iron Chef and failed so I just gave up and went to sleep. Erik was there next to me this morning but I never heard him come home. However the coke can next to the bed still had condensation on it so it couldn’t have been too much before 5:00. Poor guy.

My Fat, My Person, My Family

Here's something I found on the web today.
I wanted to figure out what percentage of body weight I've lost since I started Spark. I have lost ten pounds, and that sounds super amazing to me but I didn't want to let myself get comfortable here, knowing that I've already accomplished a great thing. So I did this...
Determine your total pounds lost at each weigh-in by subtracting your current weight from your original weight.
Divide your total pounds lost by your original weight. (For example, my starting weight was 195 and I've lost 10 pounds, I divide 10 by 195.)
Multiply your answer by 100. (In the above example, weight-loss percentage would be five percent.) Once you reach your 10-percent goal, continue to set small, obtainable goals to keep you motivated. Use a weight log to track your progress over time.
... So ten pounds is great but 5% is still lacking in my mind. It helps to keep me determined to reach for higher goals. I hope it helps a few of you to get your GRR! faces on and get to it!
Update: Also on this website there are links to other articles, I found that my ideal weight is 142.6 and that my BMI is 33.4. So... that's neat
So last night I hurried to the store to get a few things then over to my house to change into my workout gear, then over to La Petit give-us-your-kids-and-we’ll-give-you-politicians daycare to get Laine then over to Colleen's to play for bit. I got to hold the baby and Laine got to hang out with the Amazing Bean. Colleen’s looking good, her tummy is shrunk a ton. Mine took/is taking a lot longer to shrink back to normal but she’s already light years ahead of where I was/am. She looks a good twenty pounds lighter, so yeah, it’s whatever. Good for her. If I took a Mr. Magoo out of me I could lose twenty pounds too. Oh wait, no I couldn’t. I gained ten pounds and looked like I gained 30, WHATEVER! Anyway, she does look amazing for only one week out, and her hair is cute, and her boobs are all lactate-y perky, WHATEVER! (I love you much, person)
So we stayed with the skinny lady and her perfectly beautiful wonderfully smart children until it was absolute necessary to leave, and headed over to my mom’s house to do my workout. I’m starting to feel bad about always taking my dad’s TV from him whenever he wants to watch it. I’d quit but he’d probably give me the rolly eyes big sigh look if I did, so until he complains I’m still going to go over there and barge in on all his nights. I think he secretly enjoys having me around, especially now that he doesn’t have to get aggravated that I came home smelling like smoke and my homework wasn’t done. Man those days sucked.
Erik told me he’d be home by 6:00 last night, but he didn’t get to leave the office until after 8:00 but that still put him home before 9:00 and that meant that WE GOT TO EAT DINNER TOGETHER! Erik was able to see Laine and play with her, she was so happy to see him, she didn’t want him to put her down at all and she stayed with him until bedtime. She’s such a daddy’s girl. I always thought I wanted all my kids to be Momma’s kids but I’m totally okay with her wanting Erik more, I’m hoping she grows up loving her daddy as much as I love mine.
I have some amazing photo’s coming soon, as soon as my person email’s them to me, I’m not sure when that’ll be, but no worries, you’ll see them when you see them.

Weekend Update

I’ve formed a new habit. I don’t go home at night until it is absolutely necessary. I go to my mom’s or one of their friends or to my in-laws; I just don’t want to be home anymore when Erik is working late. I hate that I have to miss him like I do. It’s ridiculous for me to be lonely and feel like I’m living separate from my husband when we still sleep in the same bed at night. I am lucky to see him before 10:00pm on a weekday, but I am usually in bed asleep before then and I get up and leave for work hours before he does. It’s so sad that he can go two, three and even four days without seeing his daughter. Every time I’m home now all I can think of is that he isn’t there with me. I can’t complain about it either because I know he doesn’t want to be working late either and it has to be hard on him being away from us. Even when he is home, he’s away from us, Saturday he had to work for the entire morning, we just barely got him for the afternoon. He’s been telling me a lot lately that he appreciates me taking care of Laine while he’s gone, that he appreciates how I keep his laundry done and I make sure he’s got food waiting on him at the end of the day, and you know, I’m not sure I told him that I appreciate him working so hard for us. I’ll have to stay up and tell him tonight. Yesterday he took me to see Avatar in IMAX 3D, it was pretty neat. I didn’t need the 3D part, there is too much going on in the movie as is to really need things popping gout at you. But we had a lot of fun, just the two of us. We haven’t had time together that hasn’t been interrupted by work calling Erik or April barking and clawing at the door or Laine crying for attention in a long time. We rent movies now and again but it isn’t the same as getting out of the house together.We went to see Colleen and the new baby this weekend too but not for as long as we’d liked, it was such a long day on Friday that both of us just wanted to snuggle and take a deep breath together, but there are some things that are more important than sleep and that’s a new baby, we are both wanting to go back and get some more baby love really soon. We also really enjoy watching Laine interact with Josie. They get along pretty well for two dominant personalities, it’s nice to see that telepathic DNA coding that Colleen and I did on them in utero is working out. All McFee’s will be best friends with all Rosendahl's from now until forever, amen.I got to hang out with my other baby a couple of time last week, and for the last two Sundays as well, I’m slowly but surely getting more and more great photos of Jacob and Josh. Are all boys this hard to photograph? It’s ridiculous!
Well, that’s it for now, except to say that I’ve reached my ten pound mark in weight loss, I still have forty more pounds to go, but with the first bit done it makes me feel like the rest isn’t too large of a challenge.