If "Pokemon" is short for "Pocket Monster," does that mean that "Bionicle" (sp?) is short for "Bionic Testicle"?
I don't have the energy to write right now. My paper journal (as opposed to my livejournal) is seeing some action almost every day, but I just can't get my thoughts together to post on here.
"You know, I'd probably find it easier to foind the Eiffel Tower if I wasn't looking for the leaning tower of Pisa..."
I miss that store. I've missed that store since I left it, actually. I loved the people at the store in St. John's, but the store was a perpetual mess, and we never had enough staff working, so we got out late all the time... it just wasn't as much fun. I actually enjoyed working at my first store.
It was nice to find, when we went in today, that some of the people I remember from 3 1/2 years ago are still there. Several of my favourites, actually. What was really funny was that two of them told me, "we were just talking about you the other day!" Apparently they were saying something about the time I dressed up as Velma from "Scooby Doo" for Halloween. It was a pretty great costume, even if I couldn't get quite the right colour wig. Anyway, that was kind of cool, because I always figure people will have completely forgotten me if I haven't seen them in a while.
And now... another Quote of the Day:
(This morning, after Norah refused to wear the pants Mark picked out for her, and insisted on wearing her "Dora the Explorer" pajama pants to daycare)
"OK, Norah and I have reached a compromise on the pajama pants thing. And by compromise, I mean that she's wearing the pajama pants."
OK, only if you win. and quite frankly, it's tempting to NOT share this information, as doing so may decrease my chances of winning A DOZEN BUMGENIUS 3.0 CLOTH DIAPERS, but hey- I'm generous like that. Also, promoting the contest gets me another entry. Soooo...
To enter, check out Baby Cheapskate (link is to contest page). I'd wish you luck, but... well, you know.
* Mom was telling me about a funeral she'd been at this morning. Apparently the deceased had loved to play the harmonica with his brothers, so at the end of the service:
"His three brothers played 'You Are My Sunshine' while they carried the coffin out on their harmonicas."
(Wow... must've been big harmonicas!)
*I was looking for my Maya wrap. Mom said:
"Oh, you mean your caboose thing!"
(kangaroo + papoose = caboose... I think)
- Mood:
amused
Simon proceeded, after my last post, to barf again- all over my mom's couch and Ta. He still didn't want to go back to bed after that, though. I guess I can't blame him; nobody likes puking in bed. He just wanted to cuddle, but man, did that boy's hair STINK. I got his hands and face cleaned, but the hair was more of a challenge. I didn't get it washed until this morning, and it still smells a bit barfy.
Simon just went back to bed. Isaac was asleep, but I knew that wouldn't last. Once Simon was quiet, I thought, "cue Isaac in three... two..."*
WAAAAAAH!!!
The timing these two have going on is actually getting kind of creepy. I guess the effect is helped by the fact that Isaac doesn't have long naps, but come on- it's weird that one nearly always wakes up as soon as the other goes to sleep. They're often awake at the same time, but sleeping is done in shifts during the day. Not that Isaac is agreeing to sleep much these days- it now takes 40 minutes to get him to sleep for a 15 minute nap, and that's if he's reeeally tired, with the bags under his eyes and the flailing limbs and everything. It's a wee bit frustrating, especially when carrying him around gives me a backache.
Oh, but that reminds me- I managed to do my Bellydance video yesterday. Isaac wouldn't go to sleep, and he cried if I put him down, so I did the first half while carrying him. I didn't get much of an arm workout, but it was better than nothing. The jiggling finally put him to sleep, and I finished up (and showered!) by myself.
Today I just want a nap.
*Does everyone else think in full sentences? Sometimes I actually have narration going on in my head... is that weird?
- Mood:
tired
He seems fine now- he's been in a great mood, actually- but I can't get him to go back to bed. He's got a nice, clean sheet, and (Thank God for major mercies) Ta was spared this time- no vomit shower. Hobbes, Norton and BoBo (tiger, penguin and monkey) were not so lucky. The casualties are in the washing machine at this very moment. They should get medals for grossness in the line of duty.
I'm still hungry, but for some reason, that leftover pizza isn't looking (or smelling) all that appetizing. Funny thing.
- Mood:
drained
What to do, what to do? It's either this, which I haven't looked into yet, but which I assume will cost boatloads of money, or figure out some way to get exercise at home. Sadly, it seems that my willpower is not strong enough to resist the convenience and deliciousness of the "bad" foods around here, and even if I could, I'd have to exercise to get the ol' metabamolism going.
Going for walks is out of the question at the moment- it's so hot and humid and GROSS here right now, it's sometimes hard to breathe. Also, pushing the boys in the stroller adds resistance, but it's hard to get a good pace going while you're pushing that thing- and it's not exactly a jogging stroller (though it IS great for casual walking, going to the mall, etc.).
It looks like I'm going to have to give up napping- and pray that Isaac learns to sleep for more than 10 minutes at a time. He'll have a long afternoon nap, but only if I'm in bed with him- otherwise, he's up after 10 minutes (and it takes at least 20 to get him to sleep...). I've got a Bellydance workout video that's pretty fun, but you definitely need to have time for a shower after you're done. The only problem with attempting to exercise at home is the temptation to use that "free" time to read a book (currently working on A History of God, by Karen Armstrong) or, as I mentioned before, SLEEP. I like both of those things.
No time to make a decision right now- Ike wants me to go pick him up.
I kissed him. "Goodnight, Super Boo!" I said.
He smiled up at me. "G'night, Super Mommy!"
My head exploded from cute.
... 'scaffolding?!'"
Ike got his 4-month shots the day after he turned 5 months old; I'm not exactly on the ball about these things (and why does "on the ball" mean doing things in a timely fashion?). Anyway, we went to the doctor, the doctor checked him out, the doctor said that Isaac "looks just like a healthy baby should look- he should be in baby food commercials". Awww. Isaac was, of course, smiling his head off the whole time. He's so happy. :) He weighs 17 lbs now, and it's funny how proud I am that his whole chubby, healthy little body has been grown from me- when I was pregnant, and then from breastfeeding. Kinda cool.
Then it was off to the nurse, who actually does the deed. We had to wait a few minutes, but it was OK. Simon made a friend, a 3-year old girl who wouldn't share the office's bead toy, but whose mom let Simon use their crayons. He dropped his picture and the little girl picked it up for him, and he said, "Tank-oo vey mush." I almost cried- he's too cute. But then... needle time. Mom waited with Simon (I needed backup that day), and I took Isaac in. Once again, he just smiled his big, open-mouthed grin at everyone he saw. It's worse when they're happy, when you know that you're going to let someone make them cry...
It wasn't too bad. She gave him the first needle, and he just looked at her like, "heeey... what was that, lady?" The second one stings, though, and he wailed- but not for long. His legs were pretty tender that night, and he had a low fever the next day, but he seems to be over the whole thing now. Me? I'm just dreading the next ones.
It's funny. Officially, I don't believe that vaccinations "cause" autism. I think that a lot of kids get vaccinated around the time they're diagnosed, but "correlation does not imply causation"*, and I think there's a chance that some kids might have bad reactions to something in the vaccines. Still,I think "herd immunity" is important for the big diseases- not so sure about Chicken Pox or some of the other new vaccines. But... there's always that nagging fear. I've read enough stuff by people who think vaccines are evil that there's this paranoid little voice in my head going, "Yeah, but what if..." What if I'm wrong? What if something in this world could make my happy, vibrant, eye-contact-loving, sociable little baby withdraw into himself and become a different person? What if I let that happen? Again, it's that instinct that tells me to protect my babies against anything I can- it's easy when you're protecting your kids by putting them in car seats... not so easy in a "lesser of two possible evils" situation.
Anyway, it's done, it's over with, everyone's a happy camper now. Until a month and a half from now, when we have to go for the next round...
My mom's hairdresser is due to have a baby in 3 weeks. She's a big girl, and apparently this doctor she's seeing has something against overweight women. I know there are additional health risks associated with being overweight and pregnant and stuff, and a doctor would be right to offer counselling on that stuff, but this guy is an idiot. He doesn't talk to her- she asks questions, and he speaks to her husband to give the answers. SO rude.
So at her last appointment she asked him about the foot pain she's been having at the end of the day- as we all get when we're pregnant. She asked, "Should I be putting my feet up?"
Dr. A. Hole says (to her husband), "Most women, I'd say to put their feet up. Her, you should take for a walk."
WTF?!!
Me, I'd have requested a change in doctors a while ago. She says she would, but there are only a few weeks to go...
Some people, even doctors, are idiots- I don't care how educated they are.
Who is your favorite fictional character? Why do you love them? What fictional character bugs you? Submitted by |
But I saw the writer's block suggestion for today and had to answer. I've never done one before, but this is too easy. We can skip over the favourites part- there are too many I live, mostly Narnia-related. But that last question...
Maybe it's because of the movies, but I HATE Tiny Tim* from A Christmas Carol (Charles Dickens). Actually, I'm pretty sure it's because of the movies. He's always this insipid, saccharine, one-dimensional little urchin, all "I'm so poor and helpless, but so very, very good!" You just get the feeling that he's NEVER had a temper tantrum, NEVER asked for more than his share of the boot-leather soup- Hell, I'm pretty sure the kid never crapped a diaper in his life. I get that he's supposed to be a sympathetic character, victim of his circumstances, poor thing's going to die, blah-blah-blah. It's just too fake. I only let Dickens off the hook a bit because the book was so short... compared to his other stuff. Less time for character development.
The only Tiny Tim I can take is Robin in "A Muppet Christmas Carol" He's nice. Er.
*Not the "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" guy. He was just creepy.
There was one good thing about being up before the sun. I was in the living room with Simon when I heard dad in the kitchen, flapping his shirt around, whisper-yelling "Hey! Hey, GIT! Get out! Go! You!"
- Current Noise:"Hot Potato, Hot Potato... Cold Spaghetti, Cold Spaghetti..."
(Hamilton Spectator) 
Mom took me to Mandarin last night- it's Crab Leg Festival time again. I had seriously forgotten how good those suckers are: sooooo sweet, cold, dipped in hot butter... *drooool* Some people from one of mom's churches were there, and they were actually laughing at how many times we went back up to the buffet. I'm guessing I had 16-20 crab legs, plus a few shrimp. It's a good thing AJ wasn't there- he would've been embarrassed. We got our money's worth, anyway. :) And I stopped before I got too full, 'cause I want to still look forward to them next time (I just hope it's sooner than 3 years, like this time...).
Today was good. Once again, the boys tried to tag-team on the napping schedule, but I got a short nap, anyway. Mom bought Simon and Norah these suitcases with wheels last night, and today they were
'driving' them around the house like racecars*- it was hilarious! After supper tonight I gave Simon and Norah a bath. It was fun until I had to tell someone to quit jumping in the tub (?!), and that was the end of bath time. We got out the home-made play-doh and played with that until bedtime. Good fun.
Haha- I just realized that it's only 8:00, which means we must've put the kids to bed at around 7:30. SUCKERS!
*Racecar is my second-favourite palindrome... right after tacocat. :D
- Mood:
happy
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