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Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
I dropped her off with the big kids this morning. She looked so tiny next to the four-year-old who took her hand to play in the playhouse. I could hardly believe she was supposed to be in that room! By the way, thank you to the sweet four-year-old who took a mothering wing to my not-so-baby-girl!
We celebrated Laura's birthday in grand style on Saturday. Pizza and cupcakes with grandparents, aunts and uncles. Our families gathered together for four hours to watch Laura run in circles around our little house. We all were aching from laughter after two hours. Laura opened presents, played with presents, opened some more presents... And finally blew out her candles. She was such a pro with the candles and blew them out so quickly, we actually had to relight them so I could get better pictures!
Laura is one of the funniest people I know. She has a great sense of humor, laughing at jokes and making her own. Just this morning, we shared a giggle over the thought of our dog taking a shower. She tells jokes to her toys, and laughs along with herself.
Laura is a fantastic reader. She grabs books to read to her dolls and shares with them the most elaborate plots. Half her sentences are gibberish, but half are actual English! I watch from the sidelines and giggle at the stories she reads. Laura is getting very good at memorizing some of the stories we read to her, which I proudly think is the first step towards recognizng words for reading and writing. And as a bookworm myself, nothing makes me happier than to see my two-year-old choose books as her favorite activity!
Laura gives the best hugs and kisses... when you can catch her! She is incredibly active, running all over everywhere. She hardly stops a minute. Except for a story. After a quick snuggle on a lap for a little Max & Ruby, she's off again with a wave of her hand and a "later!"
I am so filled with admiration for my little two-year-old. I just can't help but smile at her pretty face and goofy grin. This is going to be a big year for her, meeting her little brother in a few months. I worry sometimes how much we are rocking her young boat this year. But then I watch her at play, nurturing her ten babies (all with names and personalities), and just know that she will adapt and love her family with all her heart.
Laura is two.
Friday, January 27, 2012
askdfhjkghkahdg is definitely one of the swirling thoughts. And since it's in there swirling around, it leads me to more random thoughts. For instance, it leads me to remember the Sesame Street sketch where Big Bird is having trouble reading one very long, peculiar word:
Big Bird's little song might seem like a really random brain connection to the abahsklrhwkefh swirling in my head. But I'm feeling a big like Big Bird right now. If I could only sort out all the ak;sfjakjsdf, I might be able to start feeling a little better.
"If I ever find out just what this word can mean, I'll be the smartest [girl] the world has ever seen!"
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Since Laura is a winter baby, I wanted to go with a winter theme. I know there are probably lots of things Laura likes more than polar bears, but I'm not a huge fan of basing children's birthday parties on TV characters. Besides which, polar bears are cute and snuggly. So here are a few photos from Laura's party:
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Source: Beyond the PerfToday marks the start of a brand new year. So if you didn't get around to making resolutions on the 1st of the month, here's your chance! Happy New Year!
2012 is the Year of the Dragon. Which is a pretty big deal. According to The Express (a free daily paper in DC. I think it's part of the Washington Post? Clearly I'm an authority on news), babies born in the Year of the Dragon are “gifted with prodigious quantities of luck and strength.” Which means my baby has it made!
Let's delve into the awesomeness of being a Dragon a little further.
Friday, January 20, 2012
- I honestly wanted to post today... but couldn't think of any one single coherent thought to form into a post.
- And then a leak happened in our public space and we had to scramble to protect objects. Leaks always happen on Fridays.
- So I really didn't have anything to blog about.
- But thenI clicked over to Heir to Blair to see what Beth Anne had to say.
- I started feeling really huge pregnant last night. Like huge.
- Then I realized I still have FOUR MONTHS TO GO. And I'm about to get way huger.
- I need to stop thinking I feel so huge.
- I made a sort of decision about names over here... Hi. My name is Caitlin. I like to blog. My blog is named after the physical region in which I reside, but not one where I am "from." But if you are looking for a bloggy buddy who happens to live in the MidAtlantic? You came to the right place.
- I even updated the About Us tab to show off my
newreal name. Caitlin. If you say it enough times, it becomes sorta disembodied and sounds really weird. Who would name their kid Caitlin? Someone in the 80's.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
I know that 22 weeks (today) seems a bit early in the pregnancy to go full out velour sweatsuit. Here's the thing: I didn't mean to wear this today.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Three rounds of clindamycin.
Daily doses of probiotics.
Nightly doses of estrogen cream (the one that says DO NOT USE IF PREGNANT).
A freaking long dry spell, if you know what I mean.
The above did their best. They truly did.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Here are some of the ideas floating around in my head:
Thursday, January 12, 2012
I... I can pay you tomorrow.
Ok, that's alright. Here's your coffee.
Bina, the lady I see almost every morning as I stop for my usual Dunkin' medium hazlenut with cream and sugar and a sprinkle donut, can come across as somewhat gruff.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
And besides, Laura just loved the tree so much! How could I start taking it down with her watching? And... well, I just love having it up.
But it was time. Christmas tree pick-up is scheduled for this week on our street. And we're two weeks into January. And, to be perfectly honest, the tree was looking a little bit droopy. So I took it down.
Normally, the tree take-down makes me really sad. I get testy and weepy going through the branches, removing ornaments and winding lights. This year was different. Maybe it was finding a weird mold on the tree skirt. Maybe it was thinking of the tree stand as a water and food source for the mice. Maybe I was just in the right place. I didn't get testy. I didn't get weepy. It was a calm and quick affair, removing the decorations, taking inventory to make sure none were left hidden on the branches. Nate hefted the tree onto the street, and that was that.
Now that the tree is down, we've regained a large section of our small family room. While somewhat boring, the room feels "normal" again. I feel as though a weight has been lifted. Expectations have been removed. It's a new year, and I'm ready to greet it.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Sorry for the doom and gloom post from yesterday. Things are just... harder? different? this pregnancy. I'm not handling it all that well, and I'm a bit mired in a bad place. So let's change that. Here are a few things that have made me happy in the past few days:
Monday, January 9, 2012
So here I am, last week, at the gym, at 19 weeks, 5 days (so practically 20 weeks). Let's get all technical here. My thoughts on how I'm feeling are all sorts of scattered, so I'm going to revert to the little survey I filled out so dutifully with my first pregnancy.
Friday, January 6, 2012
I was planning to blog today about how I'm 20 weeks along, and roughly halfway through this bitch of a pregnancy. I was going to post a picture of my "popped" tummy.
But I can't. My heart isn't in it. Partly because I'm feeling cranky about this pregnancy anyway, and I just don't want to whine about something so miraculous as life. Insert more cliches here. This baby is kicking my butt, and the mice.
I have tried traditional traps. I have tried new-fangled traps. I have laced my basement and garage with uneaten poison. I have tried this bait and that bait. I have moved furniture from walls to clean and clean some more. I don't think we've killed one single effing mouse.
I need to move the poison. Clearly, I don't have it in the right places.
I need to move the traps. Clearly, they are not in the right places either.
I need to get rid of the mother effing sofa bed in the basement that is serving as the Ritz-Carlton of mouse hotels.
Which means I need to remove the boxes and boxes and boxes of outgrown baby items off the couch. And probably burn them because of all the mouse disgustingness they are probably covered in.
I need to clean, organize, purge, vacuum, cry and cry some more.
I need to fill the hole in my bedroom (upstairs) wall with steel wool so the bastards can't keep getting in at night to eat... whatever it is they are eating.
I need to sleep on the couch (not the basement one) again tonight, so I can fall asleep without the sound of gnawing and squeaking and scratching keeping me awake.
I need to stop envisioning arson as they way to solve my problems. Burning down my house won't really make my life easier.
I need to stop dreaming about the seven-headed Mouse King, that simply must be the head-honcho of the fleet of rodents invading my house. It's hard to sleep when visions of mutant rodents seep into my brain (and an unborn child kicks and bumps and leaves me unable to breath).
The mice are killing me. Every nibble I hear, I die a little more. Does this sound overly dramatic? Sorry. You're not living this infestation hell. I don't know what to do. All I can do is cry... and clean a little more.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Let's take a look back at my 2011 Resolutions for starters.
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze
For the holidays you can't beat home, sweet home
After spending Christmas Eve and Day with Nate's family, we trekked into the far North (ahem, Boston suburbs) for Christmas with my family. A bit nuts to do Christmas with both families? Yes. But since my parents are seriously about to put my childhood home on the market, I wanted one last Christmas at home. Where Christmas is a religion unto itself. With 20 trees, hundreds of feet of garland, and plates of cookies in every direction. So on that note, please enjoy the following photo dump from Christmas #2:
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
For today, I need to settle back into my desk. Remember how my butt best fits into my office chair. Survive a few meetings. Upload a few photos. I know you've missed me... but hold on just a little longer! I promise it'll be worth the wait!
Happy New Year!