feeling better

well, i'm not sick anymore... and i've realized the last post was not that pleasant (in retrospect). but anyway, i was thinking i was sick for so long it MUST be morning sickness. but its not. :( i'm actually dissapointed. when i thought i was, i thought, "i don't have time for this," and was worried, but... but then i got used to the idea. now that i know i'm not, i'm sad. go figure. however, clay keeps me busy enough, and i'm sure he'll enjoy the time he has with me all to himself. :) he's quite the mama's boy. he loves to be held, and right now, can't be held enough. i think he's teething -- he's got his uppers now, and some more coming in on the side. this makes him really cheeful, lol. today he was a real booger. he was crying about half an hourafter i had put him down for his nap, so i went to see what was wrong. there is my little guy, tears streaming down his face, sitting stark naked in his crib, his very wet nappy lying behind him. of course, his sheet/crib pad was soaked too, so i just got him up and brought him down stairs. he does NOT like being wet! i think/hope this is a sign that he'll potty train easily. i'm trying to use cloth all the time when we're home, althought nick hates cloth, and thinks its disgusting to re-use nappies. but it saves money, and the environment, and supposed to be better for baby so, my next project after i make my neice's long delayed baby blanket (she's 9), is making some nappies for clay. of course, at the rate i'm going, clay will be 9 before i get the nappies made... in which case, he definately will not be needing them. *sigh* i need more time! arghhh!! at least i can console myself with the fact that i don't have school this summer, and have a break! yay! what will i do with myself! lol. garden and play with clay. :) and bake. and cook. and sew. i will love my summer! and i'll try and make a trip to see my currently preggers friend and her baby when it is born this summer. horray for babies! horray for summer!

fun stuff...

well, i've been sick for the past few days, so that was a total riot. i think i got food poisoning, so yeah... fun stuff. tis better to waste food and be healthy than do die young and be thrifty. lol.

this morning, however, i was starving and *thought* i was feeling better... so i made a breakfast consisting totally of fried items. a good old english fry up, of mushrooms, tomatoes, eggs, and bacon. yum.

okay well, no. let's put it this way. my stomach rebelled.

"viva le' resistance'," it cried.

so yeah, here's a lesson in life. don't eat fried food after a bout with flu/food poisoning/whatever.

so monday night, i realize i'm sick. it wasn't a very subtle, "i think i'm sick," feeling, either. it was an "oh, NO, i'm going to be sick!" feeling and of course i just had to be outside with the baby, petting the horse.

nick is inside, so i decide to run into the house... carrying the baby (which slows me down considerably).

i finally get into the house, and guess who is in the loo already? noooooooooooooooooooooo!

"what are you doing in there?!" i yell, frantically.

"what do you think i'm doing in here?" was his reply.

so i go to run upstairs, and cody, his massive behometh of a dog, is parked in front of the gate by the stairs.

"move!" i say impatiently, but she just looks at me me lazily. i nudge her with my foot. she doesn't want to move.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!" i yell, frantic now, and nudge her harder.

she moves.

i race upstairs. i'm still carrying the baby.

however, i make it to the loo... and therefore proceed to empty the contents of my guts for at least the last five days worth of food. okay, that's what it felt like.

and... tho i didn't think it was possible, this continued for the next 24 hours or so, in which i slept, puked.... you get the picture.

i'm going to be more careful about food i eat from now on...

marriage vs. dating

dating: every morning when you get up, you drink your coffee and read the email he sent you
marriage: every morning, you wake up together, and he makes coffee for you.

dating: you spend hours in front of the mirror, because you think you have to look perfect.
marriage: you know that they still love you no matter what you look like.

dating: you're afraid to show your flaws.
marriage: they know your flaws and love you anyway.

dating: you spend hours cleaning and making everything "just so" when he comes for a visit.
marriage: you realize spending time together is more important...

dating: you're nervous around him at first...
marriage: you're totally comfortable...

dating: you like him... alot
marriage: you love him... with all your heart

dating: you wonder if you'll die an old maid...
marriage: you see yourselves growing old together...

dating: you can't wait to get the mail...
marriage: you can't wait to get home...

dating: you wonder if they love you too...
marriage: you know they do.

corn-y

we are up to our ears in corn! nick got four bags of corn from a friend of his yesterday. wow. that's a heckuva alotta corn. uf-da! i mentioned that i loved corn on the cob. now i have it. but i'm not complaining. this is great... just a bit overwheming at the moment. i have a feeling i'll be canning tomorrow. well, that won't work either -- mom has the double boiler that i need. so... i guess the canning will wait. i will be freezing some of it though. :) gotta love fresh corn. woo-hoo!

oliver!

here's the kitty. :) he is alot better today; he's not as scared, and much more comfortable with his surroundings. he was running around and trying to play with everything. he jumped on his pet carrier door and then clung on for dear life as it swung shut. he's still tiny, but at the rate he's eating, he'll get big in no time.

a battle of wills

my husband does not like the name oliver for our new kitten; he thinks we could call him monkey, because we found him in a tree.

and i want to call him oliver, because oliver twist was an orphan, a scrappy little survivor who beat the odds, just like this kitten.

we could combine the names. molikey? malarkey? moliver? monkey-liver?

no.

we'll keep it simple. i'll call him oliver; my husband will call him monkey. that won't confuse the poor kitten at all. :P

or my readers could vote: which do you like better? oliver or monkey. lend me your brilliant minds and share your comments. :)

adieu for now, mon amis

in which i learn an important lesson in parenting

you know... one thing a parent should never ever do is think (or say), "oh, but my child would never do that..."

because guess what? they will do it, and most likely, they'll do it when you're around the person you just bragged to about how well they behaved.

the other day, i was making supper, and clay was hungry. and he was ornery. and tired. of course he was tired. earlier that day, he had absolutely refused to take a nap. so anyway, he's tired. and of course its about 6pm, so its too late for a nap anymore, but too early to go to bed . and he's hungry, even though nick had fed him half an hour ago...

so... i was on the phone with one of my friends who doesn't have kids yet. if you're a parent, you'll appreciate my chagrin, because you understand that some people don't always understand kids and their moods.

so anyway, i'm on the phone, and clay wants to eat. and he wants to eat now. so he starts screeching to let me know. it sounds like the precursor to a full blown tantrum. and he doesn't stop. so i pick him up, and he stops instantly.

this is ironic, because when another friend of mine had kids that screeched when i was on the phone with them, i thought to myself, "my kids will never do that. i won't allow it." and unfortunately, i used to gossip about people's naughty children to this friend... and we both agreed that such behavior was aboslutely horrid.

so of course, my child would act like a tyrant when i'm on the phone...

but i learned something important. my son isn't perfect and neither am i. so despite me trying to do everything right, there will be days when my son is tired and hungry and cranky or is just plain naughty. but that doesn't mean that i've failed as a parent... and it doesn't mean that any one else who has kids that act up are terrible parents. it might simply just mean that their kids are tired and hungry and that's the only way they know how to say it.

so i'll have a second helping of that humble pie.

meet oliver

we have a new family member! he is a 4 week old kitten named oliver, and he is an adorable little black ball of fluff. we found him hiding in the tree; he had been stuck there for three days, crying his little head off, and there was no sign of his mother. so i climbed up the tree, and discovered that i am definately NOT as young as i used to be, and somehow managed to get him down without falling and breaking my neck.

he was quite scared at first. He hid in a hollow spot in the tree, and hissed and stuck out his tiny claws; but when i finally caught him, he decided to stop fighting. when i fed him, i was suddenly his best friend. he is tiny... i've seen potatoes that are bigger! but he's sweet.... and aside from being ravenously hungry at first, he's doing quite well. i'll have to post pictures. :)

more pics of my kid...

checkin out the fountain at the waterpark...



















stylin'!

(well clay is, anyway... lol)





"peekaboo! i see you!"



surfer baby!

















"let's go find some waves..."

one cool dude

"hey, i can sit up now... when do i get my wheels, mom?"




















"so what if i'm still in nappies... i'm old
enough to ride..."


* by the way, monty has been running through freshly mowed grass -- see the nice green legs?

the joys of parenting

well, that was fun. clay pooped in the tub tonight when i was giving him a bath, so i got to clean that up. yeah, hilarious. it was not fun to clean up. nick thought it was a riot. of course he did it almost as soon as he got in the tub...so i had to empty the water and clean the tub, while he sat on the bathmat, cooing happily and trying to suck on the drainplug.

but i suppose it served me right. earlier, nick was trying to feed clay mixed vegetables. clay decided he didn't want them and spit them out -- he blew a huge raspberry, and mixed veg went right in nick's face. and i laughed.

we were supposed to have a romantic dinner tonight. i made chicken marsala, glazed carrots, and canolli cake. but dinner got a little late, so we ate on plastic plates amidst a kitchen cluttered with used pots and pans. oh well. it was still good, at least.

i wouldn't say romantic tho, since cleaning you-know-what out of the tub is not my idea of a romantic evening.

well... clay is in bed now, so... *grin*... i'm outta here. maybe we'll have that romantic ">evening after all.

ciao!