Category: Pansyiana

They were false alarm contractions. I think I am going to be pregnant forever… Next time I have contractions, maybe I should tell no one.

because I have had a number of contractions this evening and Polo wants us close to the hospital. I hope I do not get everyone worked up for another false alarm. But let me talk about something really important before I go. We bought the Star Wars Trilogy on DVD set and finally got around… Continue reading So I am going to my mother’s

I had another level II ultrasound on Monday, and the baby is a peanut. He weighed in at 6 pounds and 11 ounces at 37 weeks and a day. I am of course concerned because he is by far the smallest of my children and I know gestational diabetes can cause babies to be malnourished… Continue reading The Peanut

Today my second is 9 years old! Where does the time go?

I am online now trying to stay awake. Late afternoon is getting harder and harder to do so. Moving around is getting harder and when I see people they move out of the way. Not like 1 step aside but like 5 steps. The kids are rather rambunctious and I could probably get a few… Continue reading I’m a Sleepy Sleepy Mommy

Last night we built the first fire of the season. Actually it wasn’t “we”, it was Polo. I just started saying “Polo, it’s chilly, I think we need a fire. Polo, I think we need a fire.” At first he objected by saying “well, it’s 55 degrees, if I build a fire it’s going to… Continue reading The First Fire of The Season

A nasty cold swept through the family this past week. Fastolph was passed out for two days, I have bronchitis and Gorbulas ended up in the hospital for two days due to an asthma attack. I stayed with him in the hospital during that time and decided I hate hospitals. I am glad for the… Continue reading So Good To Be Home

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… Continue reading Jabba the Hutt