Sorry About the Typos... sort of
My husband reads this blog. He talks to me about what I write sometimes and he's even suggested topics for posts. He told me the other day that the typos bother him. He wasn't being overly critical, and he said they didn't bother him that much, but that he noticed them. I really think I know what he means. When you read something that has typos in it, you almost want to press the backspace button and fix it quickly. Or is that just me being weird?
I said when I started this blog that I was doing it for multiple reasons. The first was to document daily events in the lives of my children. The other main reason was to practice writing. I took an idea my sister-in-law had in her blog about writing and just pressing the publish button with no editing. No looking back, no worrying if it's unreadable or filled with typos and punctuation atrocities.
I liked that idea. I thought I spent too much time editing things I write in general. And what better way to improve your writing than to write, and write regularly. So I adopted the "type and publish" plan and have been posting that way every day since.
For a whole month, no one knew this blog existed. I could write poorly and post with impunity. But I ended up surprising myself. I expected bad flow problems between sentences. I envisioned choppy, difficult to follow entries. I knew, without a doubt, there would be grammatical errors and typos. Thankfully it wasn't as bad as my imagination had pictured.
I think I'm getting a bit better over time. I know there are typos, and yes, I do go back and correct them when I read through the post sometimes. But the typos aren't as rampant as I was expecting. And I'm glad I'm not spending a lot of time worrying about the perfect blog post. It's fun to write something here everyday instead of a chore.
So I'm sorry about the typos, sort of. If making those typos are making me a better writer, then I'm all for them. Hopefully, I'll continue to improve as time goes on.
The Big Boy Update: "He won't eat." Sometimes it's hard to figure him out. Does he want something else to eat or is he not hungry or is he full? I don't condone catering to a baby's every whim. Nor do I advocate for allowing a baby to be a picky eater. But sometimes you have to help then out. The other week I was told, "he won't eat." My response was, "just because he won't eat, doesn't mean he shouldn't eat. Let's see if we can find something else he will like." In the near future, when I can reason with my son, I have no problem ending a meal early if he won't eat what's in front of him. But for now, nutrition is more important. We also always re-introduce an item if it is declined at first. Eventually, most things are eaten.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Flail whack. That is her exercise routine. She's building up her arm muscles. First she flails them around, then she ends the set by whacking them both into her chest. She's been doing more sets lately too.
Right-size Countdown: 5.6 pounds to go
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
The Weight
Diets come, and diets go,
But pounds they like to stay.
And after five, or ten, or more,
They've got to go away.
As much as you might like to see,
The old, less-heavy self.
It's hard, it's long, it's hungry days,
'Til you're in better health.
You think about the ease with which,
You added on the weight.
The buns, the scones, the ice cream cones,
That got you in this state.
So hunker down, this you can do,
Write down a goal and date.
Plan cabbage, fruit and broccoli,
Good foods for every plate.
If skeptics question your resolve,
Don't lose your weight-loss vibe.
Keep fast, stay strong, don't lose control,
Ignore their diatribe.
Support of friends; their helpful words,
Make this much less a chore.
Your goal you'll make, there's no mistake,
You've done it all before.
- For my family
(who foolishly encouraged me after my first poem)
Diets come, and diets go,
But pounds they like to stay.
And after five, or ten, or more,
They've got to go away.
As much as you might like to see,
The old, less-heavy self.
It's hard, it's long, it's hungry days,
'Til you're in better health.
You think about the ease with which,
You added on the weight.
The buns, the scones, the ice cream cones,
That got you in this state.
So hunker down, this you can do,
Write down a goal and date.
Plan cabbage, fruit and broccoli,
Good foods for every plate.
If skeptics question your resolve,
Don't lose your weight-loss vibe.
Keep fast, stay strong, don't lose control,
Ignore their diatribe.
Support of friends; their helpful words,
Make this much less a chore.
Your goal you'll make, there's no mistake,
You've done it all before.
- For my family
(who foolishly encouraged me after my first poem)
Well, do you have to be thin?
I'm annoyed. Why is it some people are resistant to people when they diet? Today at lunch, one of my favorite people in the whole world, a person I look up to as a second mother, asked me, "Well, do you have to be thin?" when she found out I was dieting.
I explained that I wanted to fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes. She then said, "Couldn't you just buy new clothes?" I explained that I wanted to fit into clothes that were ten years old in some cases. That I was trying to get back to the weight I was for the majority of my adult life. I explained that aside from losing the weight of the baby and placenta and associated water weight itself, I had lost only ten pounds and I had been steadily climbing for some time prior to getting pregnant.
But why should I have to explain this to anyone? Do I answer back, "Well, do you have to be fat? Do you not want to do the work to be thin?" Note that in this case that wouldn't have been appropriate as she isn't an overweight person, but still, what do you say?
Suffice it to say, I'm annoyed with myself because I feel it is ridiculous to have to justify why you're on a diet. I've never had an eating disorder. I've always been within 15 pounds of the same weight my whole adult life. And yet, here I am. Annoyed.
My mother and I discussed it on the way home and she's in the same situation. She's had a target weight for decades too, but people think she's too thin sometimes. She has ways she avoids scrutiny or discussions about weight as well. So I'm going to have to come up with a more positive way I can address my weight.
So far, the most positive way I can think of is to not talk about it at all with people. My weight is my business. I need to keep it that way. Aside from you dear readers, of course.
The Big Boy Update: New pool! My mother and I went and got a little baby pool for him this morning. She knows how much he likes his baths and thought he'd love a pool on the deck this spring and summer. We've gotten it warmed up now and he's about to take his first outdoor splash of the year.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Sacrificing her throat for her face. Her face looks pristine. Not one pox, not one mar on it. But her throat is another matter. It's been hard for her to eat because it hurts her to suck. I think today may be better for her than last night was. I hope today will be better than last night was.
Right-size Countdown: 6.5 pounds to go
I'm annoyed. Why is it some people are resistant to people when they diet? Today at lunch, one of my favorite people in the whole world, a person I look up to as a second mother, asked me, "Well, do you have to be thin?" when she found out I was dieting.
I explained that I wanted to fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes. She then said, "Couldn't you just buy new clothes?" I explained that I wanted to fit into clothes that were ten years old in some cases. That I was trying to get back to the weight I was for the majority of my adult life. I explained that aside from losing the weight of the baby and placenta and associated water weight itself, I had lost only ten pounds and I had been steadily climbing for some time prior to getting pregnant.
But why should I have to explain this to anyone? Do I answer back, "Well, do you have to be fat? Do you not want to do the work to be thin?" Note that in this case that wouldn't have been appropriate as she isn't an overweight person, but still, what do you say?
Suffice it to say, I'm annoyed with myself because I feel it is ridiculous to have to justify why you're on a diet. I've never had an eating disorder. I've always been within 15 pounds of the same weight my whole adult life. And yet, here I am. Annoyed.
My mother and I discussed it on the way home and she's in the same situation. She's had a target weight for decades too, but people think she's too thin sometimes. She has ways she avoids scrutiny or discussions about weight as well. So I'm going to have to come up with a more positive way I can address my weight.
So far, the most positive way I can think of is to not talk about it at all with people. My weight is my business. I need to keep it that way. Aside from you dear readers, of course.
The Big Boy Update: New pool! My mother and I went and got a little baby pool for him this morning. She knows how much he likes his baths and thought he'd love a pool on the deck this spring and summer. We've gotten it warmed up now and he's about to take his first outdoor splash of the year.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Sacrificing her throat for her face. Her face looks pristine. Not one pox, not one mar on it. But her throat is another matter. It's been hard for her to eat because it hurts her to suck. I think today may be better for her than last night was. I hope today will be better than last night was.
Right-size Countdown: 6.5 pounds to go
Thursday, March 29, 2012
The Itch Monster
From olden times and days of yore,
From countries far and wide,
He sneaks, he prowls, he plots galore,
On how to get inside.
He has no arms,
He has no legs,
He even has no head.
And yet this limbless, headless beast,
Fills parent's minds with dread.
His target, young, unblemished ones.
His plan, to settle in.
He kindly shows that he is here,
With sores across your skin.
Your chest, your knees,
Behind your ears,
And just above your eyes,
The spots arrive in waves and waves,
Announcing he's arrived.
You ooze, you scratch, you itch galore,
The tears leak from your eyes,
You cry, you scab, you itch some more,
That's when you realize...
Eventually he'll move along,
Hold tight my little Fox,
For you survived the Itch Monster,
We call the Chicken Pox.
-For my Son
The Big Boy Update: Soothing baths. He is getting more than one bath a day now to help soothe his skin. I am so impressed with how he's toughing through this. His nose seems even worse today. He's been on the antibiotic for less than a day, so tomorrow maybe there will be more visual difference, but this morning one nostril was so filled with dried congestion that it was completely closed over at the entrance. I've had some big boogers in my time, but this is beyond impressive. And sad too, for it must be uncomfortable to him. Even with all this going on though, he slept through the night. He is my good boy.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Eh? It's a good thing this blog is written, because I'm not sure I could hear you after last night's screaming session. The strange thing is, she was fine on all counts from what we could tell. Then she suddenly woke up and acted startled. She has this startled/scared cry that's fairly easy to soothe. But this time it didn't stop. When I hold her and she's screaming as loud as she can, I've got her head right by my ear. And she's got a high-pitched, crazy scream when she's really mad. Hence my near-deaf experience. Some Benadryl and Tylenol and my husband doing this magic baby jiggle eventually calmed her down. She had other issues through the night, and we're not sure it's Chicken Pox related as much as bad intestinal cramps from the squash she had for the first time earlier in the evening. At 6AM, we fed her and she calmed down completely. Other than that and some added spots, her fever and overall presentation of Chicken Pox is much less severe than my son.
Right-size Countdown: 6.3 pounds to go
From olden times and days of yore,
From countries far and wide,
He sneaks, he prowls, he plots galore,
On how to get inside.
He has no arms,
He has no legs,
He even has no head.
And yet this limbless, headless beast,
Fills parent's minds with dread.
His target, young, unblemished ones.
His plan, to settle in.
He kindly shows that he is here,
With sores across your skin.
Your chest, your knees,
Behind your ears,
And just above your eyes,
The spots arrive in waves and waves,
Announcing he's arrived.
You ooze, you scratch, you itch galore,
The tears leak from your eyes,
You cry, you scab, you itch some more,
That's when you realize...
Eventually he'll move along,
Hold tight my little Fox,
For you survived the Itch Monster,
We call the Chicken Pox.
-For my Son
The Big Boy Update: Soothing baths. He is getting more than one bath a day now to help soothe his skin. I am so impressed with how he's toughing through this. His nose seems even worse today. He's been on the antibiotic for less than a day, so tomorrow maybe there will be more visual difference, but this morning one nostril was so filled with dried congestion that it was completely closed over at the entrance. I've had some big boogers in my time, but this is beyond impressive. And sad too, for it must be uncomfortable to him. Even with all this going on though, he slept through the night. He is my good boy.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Eh? It's a good thing this blog is written, because I'm not sure I could hear you after last night's screaming session. The strange thing is, she was fine on all counts from what we could tell. Then she suddenly woke up and acted startled. She has this startled/scared cry that's fairly easy to soothe. But this time it didn't stop. When I hold her and she's screaming as loud as she can, I've got her head right by my ear. And she's got a high-pitched, crazy scream when she's really mad. Hence my near-deaf experience. Some Benadryl and Tylenol and my husband doing this magic baby jiggle eventually calmed her down. She had other issues through the night, and we're not sure it's Chicken Pox related as much as bad intestinal cramps from the squash she had for the first time earlier in the evening. At 6AM, we fed her and she calmed down completely. Other than that and some added spots, her fever and overall presentation of Chicken Pox is much less severe than my son.
Right-size Countdown: 6.3 pounds to go
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
The Pox!
Update as we return from the doctor. My son (and daughter now too) have Chicken Pox. The original diagnosing doctor came back in with two other doctors to verify and get a three-way opinion.
They estimate he has upwards of 500 sores and given the general all over locations, coupled with the itchiness merits a Chicken Pox diagnosis. My son was just old enough to have had one of three vaccination shots for Chicken Pox, but not enough apparently to keep him from contracting it, or lessen the severity of it.
If the virus was Hand, Foot and Mouth, the incubation time is fairly short, only a few days. With Chicken Pox though, the incubation can be from ten to twenty one days our pediatrician said. So all of our efforts to sanitize and separate the children was in vain. But there is possible good news for my daughter.
Because she wasn't delivered pre-term like my son, the doctor said she got more of my antibodies. The last tri-mester is when the bulk of immunities are past from mother to fetus. Also, because I finished the very last bottle of breast milk this week, there's a good chance she's going to have a far better resistance to Chicken Pox than my son did. And this does fit with her symptoms.
If they were both exposed at relatively the same time, she has gone five additional days and has had only a low-grade fever (101.1 as the highest) and very little in the way of sores. Call me Polly Positive, but I have to hope my daughter won't get the worst of it like my son has.
What does this all mean? For my daughter, there was the possibility of a booster shot for children exhibiting early symptoms, but she is well under the minimum year requirement, so that's out. So mostly, we treat fever, give them baths in soothing oatmeal treatments, treat itching with Caladryl or Calamine lotion and give Benadryl when necessary.
At their next check-up, they'll get a test to see if they have the antibody for Chicken Pox in their system and if so, they won't get the vaccination rounds. It also means they won't have to get this when they're older. Considering their ages now, they're not going to remember it either.
Oh, and did I mention we're going on a family vacation at the end of next week? We asked today what our doctor would recommend. Did I mention this is my favorite doctor? She's very practical tells you what you should do, even if you don't want to hear it. She said they both should be beyond contagious states at that point because they will be done erupting new sores. She also said we'd probably need a vacation by then. So travel away.
We called family today as well to make sure they were okay with us coming. It looks like we're heading to Florida for Easter still, scabby babies and all.
Update as we return from the doctor. My son (and daughter now too) have Chicken Pox. The original diagnosing doctor came back in with two other doctors to verify and get a three-way opinion.
They estimate he has upwards of 500 sores and given the general all over locations, coupled with the itchiness merits a Chicken Pox diagnosis. My son was just old enough to have had one of three vaccination shots for Chicken Pox, but not enough apparently to keep him from contracting it, or lessen the severity of it.
If the virus was Hand, Foot and Mouth, the incubation time is fairly short, only a few days. With Chicken Pox though, the incubation can be from ten to twenty one days our pediatrician said. So all of our efforts to sanitize and separate the children was in vain. But there is possible good news for my daughter.
Because she wasn't delivered pre-term like my son, the doctor said she got more of my antibodies. The last tri-mester is when the bulk of immunities are past from mother to fetus. Also, because I finished the very last bottle of breast milk this week, there's a good chance she's going to have a far better resistance to Chicken Pox than my son did. And this does fit with her symptoms.
If they were both exposed at relatively the same time, she has gone five additional days and has had only a low-grade fever (101.1 as the highest) and very little in the way of sores. Call me Polly Positive, but I have to hope my daughter won't get the worst of it like my son has.
What does this all mean? For my daughter, there was the possibility of a booster shot for children exhibiting early symptoms, but she is well under the minimum year requirement, so that's out. So mostly, we treat fever, give them baths in soothing oatmeal treatments, treat itching with Caladryl or Calamine lotion and give Benadryl when necessary.
At their next check-up, they'll get a test to see if they have the antibody for Chicken Pox in their system and if so, they won't get the vaccination rounds. It also means they won't have to get this when they're older. Considering their ages now, they're not going to remember it either.
Oh, and did I mention we're going on a family vacation at the end of next week? We asked today what our doctor would recommend. Did I mention this is my favorite doctor? She's very practical tells you what you should do, even if you don't want to hear it. She said they both should be beyond contagious states at that point because they will be done erupting new sores. She also said we'd probably need a vacation by then. So travel away.
We called family today as well to make sure they were okay with us coming. It looks like we're heading to Florida for Easter still, scabby babies and all.
Pregnancy Pack-up
I wasn't going to pack up my pregnancy clothes until I reached my target weight, but I got motivated yesterday and got it done. I was mostly motivated because I had to get running shoes and running outfits for the training program I foolishly signed up to do with my friend. It was also time to find the summer clothing that fits, and mentally switch from pants to shorts. With all that going on in my head, it seemed like a good time to pack up the pregnancy-specific clothes.
It's really nice to be able to pull things out of the closet, shelves and drawers and free up space. It was even nicer when I tried on some of the shorts I had from pre-pregnancy to find they fit. My closet rule in general is a new thing can't be brought in and hung up unless something old is removed. I usually have some extra hangers available so I can expand for a while, and then do a nice purge of old or worn out things. In this case, it was so easy. I didn't have to decide if I was or wasn't going to wear the item again or if I liked it enough to keep it. All the pregnancy items just don't fit a non-pregnant body so I put them all in a big bin and stuck it in the attic. Now the closet looks so nice. And I'm ready to be in spring clothes again.
I'm getting closer to my weight target. People keep telling me, "you look so thin." And it's true, I do look thin. But it's a comparative "thin." I now weigh 32 pounds less than I did four-and-a-half months ago when I went to the hospital to deliver my daughter. But I still can't fit into the pants I wore for years. So I'm trying not to let the comments affect my resolve to lose weight in any way. And hopefully I won't feel the need to explain what my goals are and justify them with, "No, I'm not losing too much weight. You've just seen a relative change over the past several months and it's making me look more thin than I might otherwise look."
On the topic of clothes, I have the two pair of interim pants I'm still wearing until I get back into my main wardrobe. I have one belt I move between the two. I was on the second hold of the belt when I started losing weight. Today I moved to the fifth hole. I'm going to celebrate by eating a lot of broccoli, I think. Pants aside, it's mostly spring and I'm really looking forward to flip flops and shorts weather. And also retiring these two pair of pants until fall.
I'm hoping my shape will shape up as well. There are some droopy areas that weren't there pre-baby. There's the baby feeding devices. They weren't droopy at all while I was pregnant and nursing. Now they're (thankfully) back down to regular size, but they're a bit stretched out. They weren't that large to begin with, so there's a good chance they'll shape up as I get in shape over the next months. I hope.
Then there's the baby growing region. Pregnancy stretches your belly way out. And with a Cesarean Section, there is an incision that needs to heal as well. At one point, it looked like bits of my stomach were like melting icing drooping down into the incision area. When I asked the doctor if I was suppose to look like that, he said it was normal. Unattractive normal, but normal. It's not melty looking now, but it's still flabby. It takes a while for the skin to pull back into place. I hope it will, because I'm fond of two-piece bathing suits and I don't want to frighten the other beach-goers.
The last body thing I've got on my mind—or have in my list of body topics I want to write about—is the "touching thighs" issue. I didn't own a scale until I was over thirty. I was very fortunate to have a metabolism that kept me thin and an appetite that didn't want more food than my body needed. When I started gaining baby weight, I noticed the inside of my thighs were touching when I walked. It was a strange sensation. My thighs are one of the areas in which I still need to lose weight so I can get back into my old pants. I am eagerly looking forward to non-touching thighs in the coming weeks.
Okay okay, no more weight loss, body stuff tomorrow. I've packed in a few little things I wanted to get down in this post so I can move on to something hopefully more interesting tomorrow. Losing weight is on my mind a lot right now and it is something I'm proud I've been able to accomplish.
The Big Boy Update: Healing. Some of the sores are healing over and he's got flaking skin on his hands. I don't think more sores are appearing, but it's hard to tell, he has so many. His nose is another issue. Initially, I took him into the doctor to have his sinuses looked at and determine if he's got an infection or is having some allergies to the clouds of pollen floating around. While the virus is running its course, his nose has gotten worse and he has terrible circles under his eyes, which may be a sign of sinus issues. There is no correlation to nasal issues with Hand, Foot and Mouth disease, nor has his sister had any nose problems either, now or in the recent past. We're seeing our favorite doctor today and hopefully she can address his terrible, red, raw, crusty, drippy, gross nose.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: She got the pox. She has it, but so far, she's not exhibiting the higher fever my son had. She even ate extra breakfast this morning. I'm hoping the sores in the back of her throat won't be too much of a problem. She's too young to reason with and explain that she has to drink so she won't get dehydrated. We'll know in a few days how she fares.
Right-size Countdown: 6.9 pounds to go
I wasn't going to pack up my pregnancy clothes until I reached my target weight, but I got motivated yesterday and got it done. I was mostly motivated because I had to get running shoes and running outfits for the training program I foolishly signed up to do with my friend. It was also time to find the summer clothing that fits, and mentally switch from pants to shorts. With all that going on in my head, it seemed like a good time to pack up the pregnancy-specific clothes.
It's really nice to be able to pull things out of the closet, shelves and drawers and free up space. It was even nicer when I tried on some of the shorts I had from pre-pregnancy to find they fit. My closet rule in general is a new thing can't be brought in and hung up unless something old is removed. I usually have some extra hangers available so I can expand for a while, and then do a nice purge of old or worn out things. In this case, it was so easy. I didn't have to decide if I was or wasn't going to wear the item again or if I liked it enough to keep it. All the pregnancy items just don't fit a non-pregnant body so I put them all in a big bin and stuck it in the attic. Now the closet looks so nice. And I'm ready to be in spring clothes again.
I'm getting closer to my weight target. People keep telling me, "you look so thin." And it's true, I do look thin. But it's a comparative "thin." I now weigh 32 pounds less than I did four-and-a-half months ago when I went to the hospital to deliver my daughter. But I still can't fit into the pants I wore for years. So I'm trying not to let the comments affect my resolve to lose weight in any way. And hopefully I won't feel the need to explain what my goals are and justify them with, "No, I'm not losing too much weight. You've just seen a relative change over the past several months and it's making me look more thin than I might otherwise look."
On the topic of clothes, I have the two pair of interim pants I'm still wearing until I get back into my main wardrobe. I have one belt I move between the two. I was on the second hold of the belt when I started losing weight. Today I moved to the fifth hole. I'm going to celebrate by eating a lot of broccoli, I think. Pants aside, it's mostly spring and I'm really looking forward to flip flops and shorts weather. And also retiring these two pair of pants until fall.
I'm hoping my shape will shape up as well. There are some droopy areas that weren't there pre-baby. There's the baby feeding devices. They weren't droopy at all while I was pregnant and nursing. Now they're (thankfully) back down to regular size, but they're a bit stretched out. They weren't that large to begin with, so there's a good chance they'll shape up as I get in shape over the next months. I hope.
Then there's the baby growing region. Pregnancy stretches your belly way out. And with a Cesarean Section, there is an incision that needs to heal as well. At one point, it looked like bits of my stomach were like melting icing drooping down into the incision area. When I asked the doctor if I was suppose to look like that, he said it was normal. Unattractive normal, but normal. It's not melty looking now, but it's still flabby. It takes a while for the skin to pull back into place. I hope it will, because I'm fond of two-piece bathing suits and I don't want to frighten the other beach-goers.
The last body thing I've got on my mind—or have in my list of body topics I want to write about—is the "touching thighs" issue. I didn't own a scale until I was over thirty. I was very fortunate to have a metabolism that kept me thin and an appetite that didn't want more food than my body needed. When I started gaining baby weight, I noticed the inside of my thighs were touching when I walked. It was a strange sensation. My thighs are one of the areas in which I still need to lose weight so I can get back into my old pants. I am eagerly looking forward to non-touching thighs in the coming weeks.
Okay okay, no more weight loss, body stuff tomorrow. I've packed in a few little things I wanted to get down in this post so I can move on to something hopefully more interesting tomorrow. Losing weight is on my mind a lot right now and it is something I'm proud I've been able to accomplish.
The Big Boy Update: Healing. Some of the sores are healing over and he's got flaking skin on his hands. I don't think more sores are appearing, but it's hard to tell, he has so many. His nose is another issue. Initially, I took him into the doctor to have his sinuses looked at and determine if he's got an infection or is having some allergies to the clouds of pollen floating around. While the virus is running its course, his nose has gotten worse and he has terrible circles under his eyes, which may be a sign of sinus issues. There is no correlation to nasal issues with Hand, Foot and Mouth disease, nor has his sister had any nose problems either, now or in the recent past. We're seeing our favorite doctor today and hopefully she can address his terrible, red, raw, crusty, drippy, gross nose.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: She got the pox. She has it, but so far, she's not exhibiting the higher fever my son had. She even ate extra breakfast this morning. I'm hoping the sores in the back of her throat won't be too much of a problem. She's too young to reason with and explain that she has to drink so she won't get dehydrated. We'll know in a few days how she fares.
Right-size Countdown: 6.9 pounds to go
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Alternate Home
Aside from your home country, is there a country you're drawn to more than any other that would be your, "if I couldn't live here, I'd want to live there" country? For instance, I have a friend that loves Japan. She names her cats Japanese words, and loves things related to Japan. I would guess Japan would be her alternate home if she had to pick one.
I love England. I love the food. I love both the accents and the way they speak "properly." I love the attitudes. I'd love to live there for a while. Not forever. I love home here in the U.S. Maybe someday I'll get a chance to live there for a period of time.
When I was eight, my family went to England and the greater U.K. for a study abroad program. My parents were teachers and I was one of the few children with this large group of people. We had a wonderful time. I had such a good time I broke an arm, and then a leg. It was one of those summers. I have fond memories of the whole experience. I wonder if that's where I got my love for England?
The only thing that's a bit of a downer is the weather. It was overcast most of the summer. We had one sunny day in the whole eight weeks. I remember because the students went out and tried to get a tan on that one sunny day. I didn't understand why they were laying on their brown wool blankets in the courtyard until my mother told me.
So, excepting weather, England. But, if I were to have an alternate, alternate home. It would be Australia. There's lots of sun there, mate.
The Big Boy Update: Mister Spotty. He's got spots all over him. Not just the hands and feet and mouth, but up the arms and legs and butt. His trunk is fairly clean, as is his scalp, but he looks like a horror story. The spots that appeared first are going into scab mode and it seems (we hope) that new spots aren't coming as quickly. He also is able to eat with much less pain now. So again, we hope the worst is over. Still no signs his sister has caught it (hope hope hope.)
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Left-handed? She clearly displays a preference for her left hand at this point. When you change her, she can easily grab her left toes with her left hand. Her right hand doesn't make the mark as often. When you present a toy to her, she reaches out with her left hand, even if you position the toy more to the right side. So no predictions yet, but as of today she's looking left-handed
Right-size Countdown: 7.0 pounds to go
Aside from your home country, is there a country you're drawn to more than any other that would be your, "if I couldn't live here, I'd want to live there" country? For instance, I have a friend that loves Japan. She names her cats Japanese words, and loves things related to Japan. I would guess Japan would be her alternate home if she had to pick one.
I love England. I love the food. I love both the accents and the way they speak "properly." I love the attitudes. I'd love to live there for a while. Not forever. I love home here in the U.S. Maybe someday I'll get a chance to live there for a period of time.
When I was eight, my family went to England and the greater U.K. for a study abroad program. My parents were teachers and I was one of the few children with this large group of people. We had a wonderful time. I had such a good time I broke an arm, and then a leg. It was one of those summers. I have fond memories of the whole experience. I wonder if that's where I got my love for England?
The only thing that's a bit of a downer is the weather. It was overcast most of the summer. We had one sunny day in the whole eight weeks. I remember because the students went out and tried to get a tan on that one sunny day. I didn't understand why they were laying on their brown wool blankets in the courtyard until my mother told me.
So, excepting weather, England. But, if I were to have an alternate, alternate home. It would be Australia. There's lots of sun there, mate.
The Big Boy Update: Mister Spotty. He's got spots all over him. Not just the hands and feet and mouth, but up the arms and legs and butt. His trunk is fairly clean, as is his scalp, but he looks like a horror story. The spots that appeared first are going into scab mode and it seems (we hope) that new spots aren't coming as quickly. He also is able to eat with much less pain now. So again, we hope the worst is over. Still no signs his sister has caught it (hope hope hope.)
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Left-handed? She clearly displays a preference for her left hand at this point. When you change her, she can easily grab her left toes with her left hand. Her right hand doesn't make the mark as often. When you present a toy to her, she reaches out with her left hand, even if you position the toy more to the right side. So no predictions yet, but as of today she's looking left-handed
Right-size Countdown: 7.0 pounds to go
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