Archive for November, 2007

MmMmmmm… Ahhh…

Sara’s just had a bottle and her solids.

Momma’s having her first pina colada in ages… Bacardi Gold Puerto Rican rum, yum!

I’m a wuss when it comes to alcohol–I wish I were a wine drinker but I’ve yet to find anything I really like. I hate beer. I really haven’t tried many mixed drinks, and I’ve only been drunk once in my life (and that was intentional, at home one New Year’s… I think I even blogged it!)

But pina colada? Keep ‘em coming, Momma’s thirsty and it’s Friday, dammit!

Besides –

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from Mrs. Fussypants

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Is it December, Yet?

Yes, so far I’ve managed at least one blog entry for every day of November in honor of National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo).

No, it hasn’t been easy, or entirely useful (there are much better uses of my limited time, and yours, for that matter!)

It probably wasn’t the wisest idea to start participating in Flickr’s 365 Days Pool while NaBoPoMo was underway, thus requiring me to not only blog every day but take and post a self-portrait every single day. I joined as a creative outlet, but instead I’ve no time to really be creative, and in fact haven’t even had time to do more than a hasty Blackberry (cameraphone) self-portrait on more occasions that I’m proud to admit. Ah well… it’s definitely a reflection of my present scatter-brained and time-crunched lifestyle, so I guess it has value insomuch as it’s capturing that well.

:-)

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My Lifelines Still Work!

Well, today I got an illustration of just how well-oiled my “lifeline network” really is. I text my Mom this morning, mostly in a “Ha, just my luck!” kind of way–no emergency (yet):

ME: “So, I blew my nose, and I went to wash my hands. ‘How odd, the cold water tap is stuck. No, it’s turning just fine.’ Turned the left tap….no water. Turned BOTH taps to max., at which point my brain finally registers–we have NO WATER! Our bill is current and there were no notices of maintenance. No flood or whatnot anywhere to indicate a burst pipe or main, either.

SPOKE TOO SOON on the last part…all I’d done was peer out windows around the house quickly looking for bubbling up water in the yard or street.

I had some more trashbags to put at the curb for garbage collection today, and I opened our front door and was greeted to a flowing stream of water gushing by our front porch. I turned to my right and immediately thought, “Ohhh, no, that can’t be good.” Water was flowing in rapid fashion out from under the entire length of our closed garage door.

Holy.crap!

Meanwhile, Sara, beloved girl, has been sitting in her Pack & Play upstairs and is getting progressively more ticked off that Momma has gone missing and she’s due a bottle. I’d already called Justin to let him know we had no water, and I’d already texted Mom the laissez faire “Huh, we have no water.” Suddenly, I was calling Justin again with a wailing Sara in the background to tell him, “Houston, we have a problem–we have a leak and it’s inside the garage, and it’s bad! But I haven’t gotten into the garage far enough to see WHAT is flooding the garage.”

Anyway, in rapid fashion I had grandma en route to entertain Sara and give her the overdue bottle; Dad on the line to help walk me through either turning off the house water main (a PITA without the right wrench and elbow grease, especially since I was staring at the City Water shut-off and not the consumer-accessible one) and help me discover the water softener’s emergency shut-off value since it was the water softener that was overflowing in rapid fashion; and Justin and Joel (Daddy to rock star Nathan, who will be coming home VERY SOON NOW!!!!) pulling up in the driveway during their abbreviated lunch break to help further. I had a veritable posse of family and friends en route and could finally catch my breath.

So… Mom, Dad, Justin and Joel — THANK YOU SO MUCH. You all rock. Totally! Thank you for the assistance, guidance, words of wisdom and general moral support. I’m lost when it comes to most home appliance maintenance, sad-to-say.

The good news is we have water service inside the house again. The bad news is our water softener is either dead or ailing, and our garage is a bit of disaster (but we need to clean it anyway to make room for the fourth bicycle that’s coming into the family soon.) Could be lots worse… no drywall damage, no house damage (the garage slope out to the yard and away from our porch or foundation is perfect and kept the raging waters well away from everything…except maybe our side yard.

So, there’s my drama for the day… and a blog entry, so hey, not too shabby. Hehehe

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We’ve Got Mobility!

No, still not truly crawling forward (though she does successfully lunge and inch-worm her way forward); today, Sara started pulling up to a standing position on her own! Here’s a cameraphone photo of her on her way up for the first time today:

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Patience is a Virtue

I now know the real meaning of that (title) phrase.  I always thought I was a patient sort… having a little one finally puts that to the test.

Thankfully, they’re also the most wonderfully joyous beings in the world. I remarked to my brother this evening, while we were both over at our folks’ visiting for dinner, that I wish I could be as blissfully happy about every little thing, like Sara is. “Ooooh, butter-fly!” “Oooooh, pretty red light!” “Yeeeeeee… blue sky and trees blowing in the wind!” Heheh…

Incidentally, Sara seemed like she was setting up for a third night of bedtime tantrums and fighting sleep, but she fell asleep next to Justin shortly after he read her bedtime story while I answered some work emails (stock photo licensing inquiries). Now he’s answering some other work emails (portrait session inquiries) and she’s still sleeping soundly. So far, so good!

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In a Battle of Wits, is it a BAD THING if …

… if your 8-month-old daughter seems to outlast you and your spouse?

:)

She’s been fighting sleep off and on since 7:30 PM. It’s 10 PM now. Parts of my anatomy that I’d forgotten could get so raw are now, well, raw. She doesn’t have teeth but clearly she’s learned how to apply “super suction”.

Fun times… eh?

From my Flickr 365 Day submission for today:

“It’s all I’ve got, gang. Sorry. The little one’s fighting sleep, I’m fighting a headache, she’s STRONG and nursing her at night is now a little like wrestling a pissed off baby ostrich (I imagine, anyway).Do you have any idea how difficult it is to program one-handed? with a pissed off baby ostrich in your lap, attached to your bosom?”

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