Showing posts with label NaBloPoMo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NaBloPoMo. Show all posts

NaBloPoMO-ver

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Well, NaBloPoMo came to an end, and yay me! 30 posts in 30 days. Whew! Are you tired of me talking about myself yet? That was a lot of Flesworthy. And yay Andy! for writing every day in November, too. He wrote around 20,000 words (that’s around 70 pages), or at least he says he did, he hasn’t let me read anything yet. In fact, I went all of November and just found out like 45 seconds ago that his story/novel/whatever contains time travel and baseball.

So after all those daily posts, this blog really became a habit and I’ve felt anxious yesterday and today for not posting, like I’m forgetting something. Although I really have nothing to update, except for the fact that toddler beds have been somewhat of a nightmare. No naps, or napping in pack & plays after chasing children back to bed (or child, I should say—I’m looking at you, Henry), and repeating the process again at bedtime. I calculated that I spent three hours yesterday trying to get kids to go to bed and go to sleep. Yeah, that’s just as much fun as it sounds.

In happier news, I’m surprising myself by kinda really honestly loving my Snuggie. Feel free to mock me, I’m laughing right along beside you. But you get all of the warm, snuggly benefits of being comfy under a blanket, and your arms are warm but still available to, say, cram three-fourths of a bag of Trader Joe’s kettle corn into your mouth while watching The Wire.

So, in summary, beds suck, Snuggies don’t. And after those exciting updates you’re probably thankful NaBloPoMo doesn’t include December, too.

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Big Kid Beds

Monday, November 30, 2009

Because there wasn’t enough going on over the holiday weekend, what with a dozen family members eating turkey in Indy and two sets of grandparents at our house and putting up the Christmas tree, we also switched Henry and Eleanor from cribs to toddler beds on Saturday. Hey kids! Let’s screw up your schedule for four days and then force a major life change upon you!

I had bought the beds about a month ago, and decided to put them together and take down the cribs while my dad was here to help (and by “help,” I mean “do it all”). I was dreading the move to big kid beds; Henry and Eleanor have done wonderfully in cribs and haven’t tried to escape, allowing me precious time to collect myself in the mornings and after naps. And yeah, I had a brief cry while disassembling the cribs, when it hit me that NO MORE BABIES IN THE HOUSE.

But you should have seen Henry and Eleanor, they were SO excited over their “big boy bed” and “big girl bed.” They jumped up and down, and asked lots of questions about them, and when Andy and Dad carried them into the kids’ room Eleanor exclaimed “I LOVE MY NEW BED!”

We’re having the expected adjustment issues, but they’re getting used to the new sleeping arrangements. Naps have been hard. They were too excited with the new beds—and the sweet taste of freedom they offered—to nap on Saturday afternoon. On Sunday afternoon we had an hour of toddler wrangling, but the kids finally fell asleep for a three-hour nap (three! hours!). But today was another mostly-napless day, two hours of up and down before drifting off to sleep.

Saturday night involved Henry and Eleanor getting out of bed, Andy and I putting them back in bed, repeat for an hour, then setting up pack & plays in their room for them to sleep in. Once they were asleep we moved them back to the beds, where they stayed for the rest of the night. The threat of having to move to the pack & plays made bedtime last night and tonight go pretty smoothly.

The cutest thing, though? On Saturday night Andy and I snuck into the kids’ room to check on them. We found Henry curled up at the foot of Eleanor’s bed. And at every naptime and bedtime they have asked to sleep in each other’s bed. I love seeing their twin bond, even if it pops up when I just want them to go to sleep already.

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O Christmas Tree

Sunday, November 29, 2009

We used the last of our long weekend to put up the Christmas tree tonight. Henry and Eleanor have been excited over all things Christmas lately, and the tree was no exception. Both kids chattered happily about the tree, Eleanor jumping up and down with excitement.

There were some ooh, wows over the lights, and the kids had fun getting the ornaments out and trying to hang them on the branches. We have a nice concentration of ornaments on the lower foot or so of the tree, the finest of toddler decorating. Henry and Eleanor didn’t quite grasp the concept of “the ornaments are just to look at, not toys” so it might be a challenge to keep the tree from being constantly redecorated.

Tonight, after stories and before bed, the kids wanted “to look at the tree.” They took in the glow of the lights, and I could feel my Scrooge-ness melting away.

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Many Faces

Saturday, November 28, 2009

happy


smoochy


moony


album cover


nonplussed


Mike Krzyzewski


simple


parental


still laughing together after almost a decade of marriage

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I might be an idiot, but I'm a warm idiot

Friday, November 27, 2009

Today was Black Friday and my mom and I were out early scoring some bargains. And, *sigh*…I bought a Snuggie.

I know, I know! I hate them, too. And I think people are stupid for buying them. And I’m going to read this post some day in the future and be like OMG that trend is soooo 2009 do you remember how stupid those things were, what idiots paid money for a fleece rectangle with sleeves?

BUT
our windows are older and drafty. And I sit right underneath one on the couch every night when Andy and I watch TV. And this time of year it gets pretty cold under that window. For the past week or so I huddled under Henry’s fleece blanket, and started to think it would be pretty nice to not have to extract myself from the blanket every time I wanted a sip of Diet Coke.

So when Mom and I were at Kohl’s this morning and they were on sale, one somehow found its way into my cart.

Mom says I look like Yoda.

Warm under the window, I am.

I think I look ready for the monastery.

Yea, blessed be thy Snuggie.

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Thankful

Thursday, November 26, 2009

I am thankful

for family, near and far
for friends, old and new
for naps
for Diet Coke
for the internet
for twins
for my snuggly dog and cat
for stuffing and sweet potatoes
for books
for my stay-at-home mom gig
for a house full of houseguests
for readers of my blog

Happy Thanksgiving

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Henry, Halfway to Three

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

He is the master of the silly voice.

He will fashion anything into a baseball bat.

He hates to pick up his toys.

He loves vehicles of all sorts: cars, trucks, tractors, trains, airplanes, spaceships.

He imagines all day and always puts on his pretend helmet before riding his pretend motorcycle.

He loves to be funny and make us laugh.

He presses his cheek against mine when he needs extra Mom reassurance.

He sleeps soundly and still loves his binky.

He knows lots of signs and will teach you his favorites, “like this.”

He likes to sing and serenades us with his own compositions.

He is my incredible Henryheart.

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Eleanor, Halfway to Three

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

She begins and ends her questions with your name: “Mommy, give me more milk, Mommy?”

She is incredibly kind, always looking out for her brother and her dog.

She moves through the world not by walking, but by bouncing, running, and skipping.

She beams with pride and yells “I did it!” when she uses her potty.

She talks and belly laughs in her sleep.

She likes to take off her socks and check her toes.

She is ringed with a halo of golden curls and refuses to wear a ponytail.

She loves to draw and color and gives everything a squiggle of hair.

She is independent and wants to “do it myself.”

She is the joy that I needed in my life.

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(My) Kids Say the Darndest Things

Monday, November 23, 2009

When we were all under the weather a week or so ago, I prepared some Benadryl for the kids.
ME: Come on, guys, let’s take some medicine.
HENRY: (in perfect sing-song voice) Boys and giiiiiiirrrrrls! Time for medddicinnnne!

•••

Sitting at breakfast table, Bentley lays nearby licking his paws
ELEANOR: Noooo, Bentley! No! Don’t eat you paws! That’s not food!

•••

Henry’s latest song creation
Daddy change my diaper
poopy diaper
poop poop poop poop

•••

ANDY: What do you want for lunch?
ELEANOR: Butter sandwich
ANDY: (grabs peanut butter sandwich fixings) How did they go from saying puffavich to butter sandwich?
ELEANOR: Noooooo! I no want bug sandwich!
HENRY: I want bug sandwich!

•••

changing Henry’s diaper
HENRY: Kiss it.
ME: Kiss what, sweetie?
HENRY: Kiss my poop.
ME: Oh no, I’m not going to kiss your poop.
HENRY: It make your face all dirty?

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Weekend Haiku

Sunday, November 22, 2009

read Cat in the Hat,
what kind of mom leaves her kids
home with fish in charge?

errands during Colts
game; oh, so that is why stores
aren’t very crowded

wasted sunny day
kids stayed in jammies, inside
not great parenting

MST3K
makes me laugh until I snort
funny TV show

60 watt light bulbs,
what’s that burning smell? oops, should
have used 40 watt

busy week ahead
family coming to town
to give thanks and eat

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Lazy

Saturday, November 21, 2009

A nice, lazy day today, where pajamas were worn, naps were taken, and my only accomplishment was cleaning out the Brita pitcher.

(So lazy, in fact, that these photos are actually from yesterday. I won't tell if you won't, okay?)






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Flesworthy Family Fun: Pacers

Friday, November 20, 2009

Tonight we took Henry and Eleanor to their first basketball game, Pacers vs. Cavaliers. Andy’s work had a pre-game party on the practice court, where Henry ate as much as an NBA player for supper, including at least three cookies.

The kids went nuts for Boomer, the Pacers mascot. Even shy Eleanor shook hands and sat on his knee.




The kids also went nuts for one of Andy’s colleagues and her daughter. They were instants BFFs after hopping like frogs with the kids at the party. To Henry and Eleanor’s delight they sat by us at the game; the kids were quite the social butterflies chatting and playing.

Cookies, new friends, LeBron James, free keychains with blue lights that got flashed and flashed and FLASHED, Boomer, experiencing another first with the kids: a good night.


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Thirty Six

Thursday, November 19, 2009

My birthday! By the numbers:

36 years old
1 great husband who took the day off work
0 diapers I had to change today
9:40 time I woke up
5 falafel balls on my pita at lunch
1 candle in my dessert
2 portraits of Mommy drawn by Henry and Eleanor
0 child naps
4:00 time of hastily-scheduled haircut
60 minutes chatting with my sister
1 terrific day
1 blessed birthday girl

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Things I Never Thought I'd Say and Then I Had Kids: Part VI

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Did your sister put all these forks in your bed?

Well, the police officer needs to get his diaper changed.

I have monkeys in my eyes? Okay, let’s go brush your teeth.

You farted on the dinosaur?

Wait a minute. Did you just say you’re going to play hide and seek in Mommy’s pants?

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Aftermath

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Today is National Prematurity Awareness Day.

I have experienced the extreme ends of prematurity being the mom of two sets of preemie twins. My first set, Sam and Emilie, died due to being born too early. My second set, Henry and Eleanor, arrived at 35 weeks and came home from the hospital with me. I had steroid shots to develop their lungs, and they were fortunate and never needed NICU time. They both had reflux, and never caught on to breastfeeding, but that was it. No developmental delays or lasting health issues that often accompany being born prematurely.

We dodged the proverbial bullet with Henry and Eleanor, to have babies a month early with no problems. We weren’t so lucky with Sam and Emilie, who were with us for only an hour, born too early to even try to revive. I don’t get to watch them grow up, so I cannot tell you about the issues we face with them. Instead, let me be selfish and tell you how their prematurity affected ME. I know that some of my lingering issues are due to the entirety of our reproductive journey, but the loss of my first set of twins is always at the core.

I did not enjoy my pregnancy with Henry and Eleanor. I never had a baby shower, nor did I send out birth announcements. I did not bond with them when they shared my body, finding it easier to keep a mental distance in case they, too, did not survive.

I did not feel like Henry and Eleanor’s mother until they were three months old. I kept expecting them to be taken away from us like their brother and sister. I still have a difficult time accepting their good health, always wondering when the other shoe is going to drop.

I have a hard time congratulating friends on their pregnancies, my happiness for them overridden by my mind racing with fears of what could go wrong.

I have difficulty being around pregnant women in general. My OB/GYN’s office and Babies R Us can still fill me with panic.

A lot of prematurity stories involve the life-threatening ups and downs of NICU stays. But our story shows that prematurity can affect a family in a myriad of ways. For me, it robbed me of my children, and of being able to enjoy and participate in one of the most basic of life’s functions.

Science and research has saved a lot of babies who would have been lost even a generation ago, but we still have a long road ahead. I hope that some day no parent is able to make a list of prematurity’s aftermath.

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Want some book recommendations? Here you go. Plus, I hated Twilight. There, I said it.

Monday, November 16, 2009

I was supposed to be at book club tonight. But Andy succumbed to the germs that got Henry, Eleanor and I last week, so I stayed home to be on kid duty while he got some rest. (He took a half-day sick day last week so I could recuperate, so I wanted to repay the favor.)

In lieu of book club, let me tell you about what I’ve read lately. I’ve wanted to start posting about books, because a) I love getting book recommendations, and if you like them, too, well then, here’s my opinion of some of them and b) I tend to forget about books after I read them (I’m bad about movies, too) and this will help me keep track of what I read.

What I’ve Read Lately:

The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown
Eh, it was okay. I enjoyed reading it, but it’s basically The DaVinci Code set in Washington, D.C. The main character finds a clue, spends four pages describing the symbolism of it, races across town with bad guys hot on his heels to find the next clue, spends four pages describing the symbolism of it, repeat, repeat, etc. The symbolism stuff is definitely cool, but after JESUS HAD A WIFE! (DaVinci Code) and OMG THE VATICAN’S GOING TO EXPLODE! (Angels & Demons), I found the Big Plot Point in this one a little on the “so what?” side. I should have saved it for next summer—a good pool read.

Official Book Club Selection by Kathy Griffin
I find Kathy Griffin hilarious, so I liked this book. Yeah, she can be kind of an asshole, but she put a lot of work into being successful. If you read it, keep reading at the end—her book club discussion questions are pretty funny, and I even chuckled at the index.

Genesis by Bernard Beckett
When Martha Stewart tells you to read a book, you do it. I follow Martha on Twitter (and you should, too, she’s awesome and posted a photo of a burning car once), and she tweeted about liking Genesis. It’s science fiction, and probably contained symbolism that went over my head, and I can’t think of a way to tell you about the plot without giving it away, so just go read it. The minute I finished I knew the story was exactly along Andy’s tastes, so I made him read it, too.

One Shot by Lee Child
I randomly picked up one of Lee Child’s Jack Reacher novels at the library this summer, liked it, and have been making my way through the entire series. Yeah, each book is kinda the same—Jack Reacher shows up in a new place, crime is committed, Reacher gets involved in investigation, gives some lovin’ to a random chick, solves crime, heads out of town. But for some reason I really enjoy them. I love how Reacher knows all about guns and can get pretty violent in fights, which is probably a strange compliment to give, especially coming from me, a former Miss Congeniality. This book was entertaining but somewhat of a strange read since it was set in Indiana, and I live in Indiana, and it was obvious that the British author might have never been to Indiana.

When You Reach Me by Rebecca Stead
A great young adult novel; any book that references A Wrinkle in Time and The $20,000 Pyramid throughout the plot gets a thumbs up from me. This book also reminds me why I want to keep writing posts like this. I could not remember the title and had to do some internet digging, even Googling “young adult novel time travel sandwich shop.” Told you I forget books after I read them.



And now we come to the part—because I was just talking about this on Saturday, and because the new movie comes out on Friday—where I tell you I hated Twilight and you vow in protest to never read my blog again. That whole series is such a phenomenon, and people I love have gotten sucked into it (ha ha, it’s about vampires and I said sucked), so I devoted a day at the lake this summer to reading it. And I hated hated HATED it. Seriously, you guys, I’m still pissed off that there’s five or six hours (at the lake, no less) that I’ll never get back. If you haven’t read it yet, let me just save you the time. My synopsis, because I read all 544 pages so you don’t have to:
I love you.
But we shouldn’t be together.
I love you.
But we shouldn’t be together.
SPARKLES!
VAMPIRE FIGHT!
The End

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Movie Night

Sunday, November 15, 2009

I popped up a big bowl of popcorn, Andy put Wall-E in the DVD player, and Henry and Eleanor joined us on the couch this afternoon for our first-ever family movie night. (Yes, “movie night” during late afternoon; not even family togetherness messes with bedtime around here.)

The kids were very excited over the robots. Henry sat enthralled for the entire movie. Eleanor, in typical Eleanor fashion, was interested but got up at regular intervals to get her doll, or “cook” us supper, or ask for more milk.

And Andy and I shared a look over the kids’ heads, asking each other in disbelief, “Is this really us?” Disbelief that Henry and Eleanor are growing so fast and old enough for family activities. Disbelief, still, that we finally had our family. Popcorn and a movie takes on new meaning when you thought you’d never be lucky enough to have children next to you on the couch yelling “robots!”

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Weekend Haiku

Saturday, November 14, 2009

NaBloPoMo, hard
to come up with new topics,
resort to haiku

is it just me, or
do you find haiku rhythm
to be relaxing?

went to open house
then to Sam’s Club and Aldi
shopping was crowded

Andy took the kids
to pet expo; dogs and cats,
even a llama

kids in a good mood
watched ice skaters on TV
spun around like them

husband reads my blog
learns that I’m over football
lets me have remote

short post for today
I want to go catch up on
Project Runway. Bye!

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Lists, Because It’s Friday and I Don’t Feel Like Composing Paragraphs

Friday, November 13, 2009

Bands on my iPod whose names are nouns
Cake
Cracker
Fishbone
Journey
KISS
Loverboy
Oasis
Pixies
Queen
Scorpions
Taco
Transistors
Warrant
Spears (as in Britney)(oh, COME ON, like I would really make a music list without her)

Websites that have amused me lately
Cakewrecks
Lamebook (just a warning, Mom, this one has some bad words)
FAIL blog

Things I want my children to quit asking me
If they can have more raisins
If they can wear an Ernie diaper, NO NOT COOKIE MONSTER, JUST ERNIE
If they can watch Caillou
If I can retrieve the toy they just threw down the stairs

I am so totally over the following
the sore throat/snot/slight fever bug that I’ve had twice already this fall
shopping for clothes that fit
insomnia
football season

my Tivo season passes
Flash Forward
King of the Crown (shut up, it’s fun)
V
30 Rock
The Office
Project Runway

Moments today that made me realize I might have the cutest kids ever
snuggling with Henry for a half-hour before his sister woke up
Eleanor hugging Bentley while exclaiming "I love my doggie!"
Henry, wearing sunglasses and a hair barrette, pretending to race around on a motorcycle
hearing Eleanor laugh in her sleep

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Budding Artistes

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Henry and Eleanor have liked to draw and color with crayons throughout their toddlerhood, but their interest has seemed to pick up recently. Especially Eleanor, who lately has either tinkered with her MagnaDoodle or asked for crayons almost every day. Both kids are making the shift from baby scribbles to taking care with what they draw and trying to form a good representation of it. Yeah, there are still lots of scribbles, but they’re more purposeful scribbles.

Here’s the art from today’s MagnaDoodle session; one creation by Henry and two by Eleanor.




The best part is asking them to describe what they’ve drawn. Here’s the artwork again, with some descriptions as given to me by the artistes themselves.

Whale by Henry

Sorry about the owie, Mr. Whale. A harpoon stab, perhaps? Luckily Mr. Whale made a full recovery; Henry explained to me that he kissed the whale’s owie and made him feel better.

Fish by Eleanor

I think Eleanor has done an impressive job really capturing the essence of the great Toupeed Fish. They’re so elusive in the wild.

Lion by Eleanor

I know I’m her mom, but she’s pretty decent for a two-year-old, isn’t she? Although apparently fish aren’t the only creatures in the animal kingdom to wear toupees.

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