Pansy: September 2004 Archives

The screen that Legolas and Melody made a hole in so Melody could get inside will probably cost us approximately $30 to fix/replace. Ugh.
The hardware store guy did something that annoys the heck out of me each time someone does this. He said "well, you know that's going to cost around $30...do you still want it done?" "No, thanks for bringing that to my attention! My husband Patches and I would rather not open our window again." Mind you the only identifying characteristic as to whether we would be able to come up with $30 for a new screen is not that my husband is dressed in patches. This also happens everytime I go to pick-up a prescription, they do the same thing. One lady said "do you want to go see if it is cheaper at another pharmacy?" Yuck!
Back to those darn cats. Chun Li messed on Fastolph's bed again last night. She had stopped this behaviour a long time ago and I guess she finally got used to Legolas. I was afraid this would happen when we brought Melody in. So we have to make sure to keep the bedroom doors closed until she gets over it.

at Mass today, the priest had us sing "Day By Day". I am not making this up.

When I picture myself the image of Jabba the Hutt pops up. Me sitting here looking very large doing that Jabba laugh ordering my kids around like Bib Fortuna with Gorbulas on my lap like that Selacious Crumb guy who looked a lot like my Aunt Rosie.

I have reached new levels of laziness. Granted I am feeling quite fatigued which I suppose is normal at this stage. But I am ashamed of myself how much I am not moving. Yesterday morning I felt better and I did take a walk, but was tired in the afternoon and resumed the task of sitting.

Dinner seems like it takes forever to make. And then when dinner is done, there's that after dinner clean up which I never noticed before-dishes, wiping down the table, scrubbing the sink, vacuuming crumbs off the floor. I get tired thinking about it. I have gotten so bad, last night I saw a piece of paper on the floor and I stared at it for a long time thinking "I've got to bend down and reach over and get that.Yep, it's still there."

So please say a prayer for me. I have so much stuff to do before this baby and everyday my energy chips away as this load I am carrying seems to increase making it slightly harder. I have baby outfits to sew, corners to clean out (we are in the middle of "fall" cleaning), meals to cook in advance and freeze and school to teach.

Funny. Thanks Ed, for the link.

Well, we brought Melody inside. It was raining very hard on Saturday and she was sitting outside my kitchen window mewing with water pouring all over her. We let her in and she went straight for the food and water. Poor thing ate and ate and ate.
She has been purring ever since. She and Legolas basically "frolic" all night and are kind of annoying. They both decided they had to sleep on my head and "PURR, PURR". They are so cute in their annoyingness. I am glad she is happy now, she just better not give us fleas.

I have had a hectic past three days. Monday I had to for my third level 2 ultrasound. I cannot remember if Peony mentioned but there was some concern that the baby's cerebral cortex was too large and the little guy might be hydrocephalic. They pretty much ruled that out, but wanted this last ultrasound just to be sure. Everything looks really, really good. There is new concern since I have gestational diabetes about the baby's development and they want to see me again on October 11. But so far the baby is a healthy size (about 5 lbs. something and in the 59th percentile oif you trust these things). He doesn't look top heavy, or malnourished and is starting to practice using his lungs. They gave me a picture of his face which is pretty clear. He looks so much like my Gorbulas, has cute chubby cheeks and lots of crazy hair like Gorbulas did. And he is still a boy.

My endocrinologist was concerned about my glucose numbers so he put me on insulin. I explained that I am trying really hard but am only able to keep my numbers below the 130 mark by sticking to an Atkins type diet. He said that he doesn't think it is anything that I am doing wrong, but I need the extra help. So I learned how to give myself insulin injections which really are not that bad at all. The drawback is since I am on insulin, I will have to be monitored while in labor and will have to have my finger pricked ecah hour to check my blood sugar. Gee, sounds like fun.

My echocardiogram from last week came out normal. I am glad I do not have heart problems. But I was kind of hoping they would find something small wrong that they could fix so I do not have to feel so out of breath when I walk across the room and I can resume taking my daily walks. Oh well.

But all in all, all is well and now the waiting game begins. Now that I know more about my new crazy haired little boy, I cannot wait to meet him. 34 weeks down, 6 to go.

My father told me I should try to meditate daily, in addition to my prayers, on places where I see God and try to find joy in life. He said he was not raised to do this, and passed that on to the way I was raised. So, I decided to write somethings down that I am really grateful to God for. For a little more than a year I have felt really that we are under some sort of spiritual attack and it is easy to lose sight of God in these times. When I think about these things, it always lets me know God is there and is good to me.
-For the many good people in my life. My husband (sometimes) and children. I could not imagine my life without my children, without their funny stories or hugs and kisses.
For my parents who genuinely worked very hard to give us a good life. For my three brothers are are such good guys. They always make me laugh and they spoil my kids despite the fact that my kids can be quite annoying.
For my friends. For such a smart blog partner like Peony.
-For the roof over my head and that I have never gone hungry despite any financial hardships, I have always had these.
-Transportation to get us out of the house.
-A nice soft bed.
-That in the summer, we live near drive-in theaters making trips to the movies easier with the kids and more economical.
God's creatures.Maybe not bugs and skunks and the mice or frogs I find sometimes in the mud room, but I love the kittens. I love the way if we walk to the border of our neighbors fence his cows have to come over to the fence and look at us. That is very funny to me. I like seeing the turkeys in the driveway sometimes because they look funny. I like the big horses the Amish use to pull their rigs and buggies. I also think it is cute the way our neighbor's dairy goats have to stand on top of their little goat houses. I like the way if you accidently trespass on a chipmunk's property they come out and yell at you in chipmunk language. What is that? But I like the animals because they all seem so innocent to me.

Please add on...

For the bachelor who doesn't cook.

For the guy with too much free time on his hands.

For the guy with the empty bachelor pad that needs a little bit of-something.

A couple of months ago my neighbor brought us one of his kittens which the kids fed, hugged and cuddled and named Legolas, much to our older cat, Chun Li's chagrin. Soon after, a kitten who could be a mirror image of Legolas appeared in our barn. Fastolph just adored her and named her Melody.

Now I did not want a third cat, more food, more shots and more temper tantrums from Chun Li who showed her dissapproval of Legolas by using Fastolph's bed as a litter box. Yuck.

Melody is so pathetic. She and Legolas touch paws at each other through the front screen window. She follows us around mewing when any of us go outside. The kids bring her bowls of food which I think other cats come and steal from her. Then I saw her drinking water one day out of a puddle out front after the rain. My husband bought her a flea and tick collar and pretty much we decided we will bring her in when we can get her shots and like flea dipped or something.

Although, Polo might change his mind when he comes home today and sees that she and Legolas made a hole in the screen window so she can get in.

On Dinka's daughter Veronika's page, there is a particulalry sinister looking picture if you scroll all the way down of Veronika and Gorbulas.

Thanks to Curt Jester for the link.

Nothing atypical here.

Well yesterday Rosie Posie asked me the question. We were looking at different subjects in science when she declared "I do not want to learn anymore about plants, bugs and birds. I want to learn more about the human body because I have no idea where babies come from."
Posco said "they come from Mommy's belly. God puts them there."
"No, I want to know exactly how God puts them there."

Oh, just when I thought parenting could get no worse than spills, poopy diapers and vomiting. What am I going to do?

So Rosie Posie is at a weird age. On the one hand she answers a great deal of trivia questions, is well read and quite intelligent for a child her age. Then she gets up and walks into a wall that has been there since we have lived here and says "Ow,I didn't know that was there." Is this normal? I don't remember.

I am back online. Peony has all these wonderful blogs and I have no comments on anything. Since I have been going to Auriesville, I have been shielded form the heterodoxy of the diocese and the bizarre extremeness of the crazier people at the TLM, so nothing to say there. Since none of my clothes fit me anyway, fashion is not a hot topic on the forefront of my mind. I could talk about music, but my taste in music has been just wretched as of late listening to the likes of Little John. Politics has made me more tired than you can imagine and it seems everywhere I turn everyone is talking politics.

You know what is on my mind? I hate bugs. The only reason I am looking forward to winter is the bugs will go away. We have these big, ugly brown spiders...oh never mind, I am boring myself to tears. Hopefully I will come up with something besides bugs to blog about soon so I can help take some of the burden off of Peony a bit, although she is doing a great job.

So today is the third anniversary of 911. Three years went by fast. I really do not have many comments besides that. It was such an emotional (and still is) ordeal that anything I would attempt to put into words would fall short.

Pregnancy update-well my GD numbers were very good until I went to visit my MIL this past weekend and they went soaring. My doctor was not happy. In all honesty, while my MIL is not the healthiest cook (and is diabetic herself), on the surface I am not sure what really went wrong. Since I have been back home my numbers have been better except I got tired of eggs for breakfast one day and I had a bowl of oatmeal yesterday instead and I was at 170. I didn't know oatmeal was that bad, but I guess it is worse for different people.

In the meantime I have 7 weeks to go an I am still not ready. We still need name. I am also apprehensive about sleepless nights, liquid diapers-the newborn stuff. Not aprehensive to the point pf psychosis, just looking back on all of my other pregnancies, at this point I was feeling so done and ready to see the baby. Now I would not mind an extra week-or two.

Labor Day I got to meet Dinka. She and her family moved to Connecticut which is three hours from us, but like 45 minutes or less from most of my family who lives downstate. For the few years I have known her online, she has been in some other state that was someplace I would probably not venture to, now she is in the northeast. Cool.

We spent the day at the park just chillin'. She and Lincoln packed us an awesome picnic lunch (healthy too) and the men chased the kids around while Dinka and I talked Mommy Shop. Baby Veronika is as cute as her pictures ad quite pleasant as well. Fastolph spent the whole time talking about "shooting things" with paintballs-how embarrasing.

With summer coming to a close, Auriesville will be cosing soon and it will be back to finding a decent Mass without too much travel time again. Being able to go to Auriesville made me forget about the state of this diocese for now. Oh well.

Well back to Mommy duties...Pax!

Wow, I got on this time.

First, congrats to Davey's and Thomas's parents! Many blessings!

Thank you for the prayers as well. I was a little bummed to find out I had gestational diabetes, I suppose because 1) I was not sure what that meant and 2) I kind of feel like I do not need anything else on my plate. I am seeing an endocrinologist on Tuesday, but last Monday I met with the nutritionist. I am feeling much better because my eating habits turned out to not be so bad after all. She gave me a little glucose monitor, and so far my blood sugar seems OK, so I must be just on the border. But like Peony mentioned, the whole "well, after so many pregnancies, your body's abililty to cope has been reduced" thing is getting old.

The kids are well. As Peony mentioned, two weeks ago Rosie Posie won a blue ribbon for her cookies in the county fair. Last week they entered a race. Posco came in second fr his age group (8-10). Rosie Posie came in last, but she was not put off. The age group was 11-14, and she is 11. She was happy though because she ran the mile in 9 minutes and she ran the entire mile while many of the other kids had to stop and walk or drop out. She also did it with her shoelaces untied. She said she ws scared at first because many of the kids at the starting line were saying things like "I can beat these kids with no problem", as it turned out, those were many who had to stop and walk.

Posco's 9th birthday is on October 12 and he wanted very badly for his father to take him to the Usher concert. We actually considered it because he knows all the words to Confessions, Part 2 anyway. I know, I am a horrible mother. Well the tickets were $55 each anyway to see Usher, which is way to much. We censored much of what they got exposed to for years, but I got tired of listening to Veggie Tales in the car.

There is not much to tell, no news is good news, right? Fall is coming, some of the leaves are changing where we are. Polo has been chopping wood for winter. We went apple picking last weekend and I made apple butter and apple sauce. My neighbor came by with a sack of sweet corn yesterday. Summer went by to fast...

Well not much else until next time, pax.