It was a good thing we did a little day. Around 4pm, Lil'Bug asked me to read to her about Owls and then she fell asleep. Slept until about 8pm, woke up with a fever. Then she was up at full speed until midnight. Today, all better. AND she's back to her normal self, no fits, odd bouts of crying, or unreasonable stuff. Though, she's picked up a few choice words (frickin', OMG, and darn it all- oh, yes, mama is an expert potty mouth as you can tell) from her week as a terror tot- thanks to Mama and Daddy's frustration no doubt.
The snow has started in earnest, just as the weather people said it would. I tend to not trust them. Three days ago they said, "No significant snowfall, less than one inch." Last night, "3-5 inches over Wednesday night...." AND now, "5-8 inches!" Hmph. We will see.
I have company coming at two so I must finish packing up the Christmas acouterments and vacuum like a mad woman! I'm off!
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Wednesday, 16 January 2008
Good Thing Too
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Tuesday, 15 January 2008
Little Day
We are having a "little day" (opposite of big day) here. This means staying at home, no friends over, tidying up a bit, cuddling a lot, cheesy lunch, and lots and lots of books.
I am slowly plodding through my online course set up. The book editions changed AND my student reviews pointed out some areas that I knew needed tweaking- couple that with a new version of the software and all I get is the gut feeling that taking it slow will benefit all in the long run.
Agh. Typing this allowed me to burn the cheesy goodness that WAS lunch. More later.
I am slowly plodding through my online course set up. The book editions changed AND my student reviews pointed out some areas that I knew needed tweaking- couple that with a new version of the software and all I get is the gut feeling that taking it slow will benefit all in the long run.
Agh. Typing this allowed me to burn the cheesy goodness that WAS lunch. More later.
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Monday, 14 January 2008
I did it. I gave in.
I bought the Gap jeans.
Why? Because I went 4 sizes up and NOTHING was comfortable. These jeans should last the rest of the pregnancy (full belly panel, but folds down) and after if I get sliced up in the belly. Everything I owned seemed to cut off circulation except the one summer dress (that's it in the picture) and goodness knows I can't wear that in the winter in Iowa unless I crank our heat up to 80 and then we'd spend so much on heat bills that I could buy like 200 pairs of Gap jeans for the same money spent. Also, I would never leave the house. Cute dress, but, yeah, no.
So I headed out to the mall with Lil'Bug. The ladies at the store were super nice. Especially when I discovered that I am 4 sizes bigger. They reassured me that the cut is different in the style I was trying on. Sure. Whatever. Baby=big butt. It is a fact. Aunt Bee went with me and we had a splendid time. No playplace incidents, no melt downs, lovely cheesecake and tea. Good times. Thank you, Aunt Bee.
Despite all that, today I feel normal and not bloated and not grubby and not inhuman. Gravid, yes. I have a big day ahead. The last of the online students will be loaded in the system which means I have to get busy finishing up the assignments for the year. I have to take my car back in because the service light is on. It is library and IHE meeting day (Yay!). I am making Chicken Milanese for dinner.....yum.
Why? Because I went 4 sizes up and NOTHING was comfortable. These jeans should last the rest of the pregnancy (full belly panel, but folds down) and after if I get sliced up in the belly. Everything I owned seemed to cut off circulation except the one summer dress (that's it in the picture) and goodness knows I can't wear that in the winter in Iowa unless I crank our heat up to 80 and then we'd spend so much on heat bills that I could buy like 200 pairs of Gap jeans for the same money spent. Also, I would never leave the house. Cute dress, but, yeah, no.
So I headed out to the mall with Lil'Bug. The ladies at the store were super nice. Especially when I discovered that I am 4 sizes bigger. They reassured me that the cut is different in the style I was trying on. Sure. Whatever. Baby=big butt. It is a fact. Aunt Bee went with me and we had a splendid time. No playplace incidents, no melt downs, lovely cheesecake and tea. Good times. Thank you, Aunt Bee.
Despite all that, today I feel normal and not bloated and not grubby and not inhuman. Gravid, yes. I have a big day ahead. The last of the online students will be loaded in the system which means I have to get busy finishing up the assignments for the year. I have to take my car back in because the service light is on. It is library and IHE meeting day (Yay!). I am making Chicken Milanese for dinner.....yum.
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Oh baby baby
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
Sunday, 13 January 2008
Photo Challenge, Word 2 Connection
Word for the week: Connection
What connects you to the world? To your family? To your self? Play with this word and all its possible literal and figurative meanings.
For me it is a reminder of the here and now.
This photo is not my entry, but from the archive. I was teaching Lil'Bug how to test raspberries for readiness of picking last June.
What connects you to the world? To your family? To your self? Play with this word and all its possible literal and figurative meanings.
For me it is a reminder of the here and now.
This photo is not my entry, but from the archive. I was teaching Lil'Bug how to test raspberries for readiness of picking last June.
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PHOTO CHALLENGE 2008
Mother, wife, sister, friend. This is our second year on the farm, a dream we've had since we were first married. We unschool, AP parent, and grow our own food (or try to).
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