Last night I figured out how to knit Entrelac. Yay! Go me!
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Cortland's new slogan is Why Sleep When You Can Stand! He will fall asleep when I feed him, but as soon as I put him in his bed and walk out the door he's standing up crying to be let out. I know his screams translate to say, "It's too much fun to sleep! What if I miss something? Please oh please let's play some more! I wanna walk around the coffee table again!" I wonder what he thinks my screams translate to?
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Years ago I worked in a mens clothing store with a guy that said he was allergic to the formaldehyde in ties. His hands would get tons of tiny blisters in-between his fingers and on the palms of his hands. One day he came to work with little white gloves on - the kind a housekeeper uses to check if her staff is dusting above the door frames. The manager wouldn't let him wear his gloves. He said that it looked like the guy was trying to not get cooties from the customers and it just wasn't seemly.
I have the same reaction to baby powder as glove guy had to ties. Wonder where I can get some of those gloves...
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Pictures
CORTLAND SAYS HI!
Cortland is scooting all over the house and, like any new stage, it's taking me a little bit of time to adjust my schedule to his new schedule.
My mom came to visit last weekend and we had lots of fun. We played on the floor and walked around holding baby's hands and ate lots of mushy food. We also got 9 month pictures taken. Cortland's Grandma C will get to see Cortland in biggie boy clothes for the first time ever. He looks so grown up. Those pictures will be ready for pick-up on Aug 10th and I'll be mailig out little hellos after that.
Cortland loves to take baths.
Tanya caught this picture of C with his nose pressed up against the glass.
Practicing walking with his Papa.
Grandma makes the best fruit smoothies! (and p.s., blueberries really do come out the other end blue)
My mom is doing good. At her last appointment the Dr. said she was improving.......
***** There is this ringing I keep hearing on and off. Remember the little camper that came to the elementary schools for hearing tests? It sounds like a tone used to test your hearing. It's sooo annoying! Grace doesn't seem to be bothered by it, though. Wonder if it's in my head?***
....improving on schedule. Her memory is still sometimes a little fuzzy, but not on important things. She doesn't have to put post-it notes on her forehead or anything like that.
Let's see, I've been spending lots of time knitting. I made a few scarves and a stroller blanket so far this summer. Right now I'm trying to learn Entrelac and it's kicking my butt. I'm bound and determined to figure it out. If anyone has any tips please let me know. I'm stuck on square 5.
Fan and Feather pattern with Noro yarn
Stegosaurus Scarf
Pattern is Circles and Stripes Stroller Blanket from itty-bitty nursery by Susan B Anderson
Cortland is scooting all over the house and, like any new stage, it's taking me a little bit of time to adjust my schedule to his new schedule.
My mom came to visit last weekend and we had lots of fun. We played on the floor and walked around holding baby's hands and ate lots of mushy food. We also got 9 month pictures taken. Cortland's Grandma C will get to see Cortland in biggie boy clothes for the first time ever. He looks so grown up. Those pictures will be ready for pick-up on Aug 10th and I'll be mailig out little hellos after that.
Cortland loves to take baths.
Tanya caught this picture of C with his nose pressed up against the glass.
Practicing walking with his Papa.
Grandma makes the best fruit smoothies! (and p.s., blueberries really do come out the other end blue)
My mom is doing good. At her last appointment the Dr. said she was improving.......
***** There is this ringing I keep hearing on and off. Remember the little camper that came to the elementary schools for hearing tests? It sounds like a tone used to test your hearing. It's sooo annoying! Grace doesn't seem to be bothered by it, though. Wonder if it's in my head?***
....improving on schedule. Her memory is still sometimes a little fuzzy, but not on important things. She doesn't have to put post-it notes on her forehead or anything like that.
Let's see, I've been spending lots of time knitting. I made a few scarves and a stroller blanket so far this summer. Right now I'm trying to learn Entrelac and it's kicking my butt. I'm bound and determined to figure it out. If anyone has any tips please let me know. I'm stuck on square 5.
Fan and Feather pattern with Noro yarn
Stegosaurus Scarf
Pattern is Circles and Stripes Stroller Blanket from itty-bitty nursery by Susan B Anderson
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Graduation from Mommy & Me
Today was the last day of Mommy & Me for the Christensens. Cortland is officially too mobile for the M&M group. I'm kind of relieved as I like an outsider lots of the time.
I would get some strange looks when I pulled out C's favorite toys; a shoehorn and the pacifier clip sans a pacifier. Some of the other parents would look at him like he was this poor neglected thing and try to hand him real toys to play with.
I'm also, apparently, very lax when it comes to a schedule. Cortland's schedule is that he's in bed by 9:30 most nights. The other stuff just falls into place. He naps and eats at about the same-ish time each day and ta-da, that's our schedule.
Half the time Cortland doesn't make it into bedtime clothes after a bath. If he does, then it's the onsie he'll be wearing the next day. After all, all he's going to do is scoot around on the floor, dragging his belly through drool and spit-up that I can't wipe up before he's on the move again. He's fast!
Which brings us to the final reason we're saying goodbye to Mommy & Me; Cortland is a mover and a shaker and I can chase him around our house just as well as the meeting room and all without having to pack a diaper bag. And also because he tried to scoot over another little boy today to get to a toy. Twice. The baby cried.
The supervisor was nervous when I let him scoot under the tables and chairs. Nervous about what I don't know. Sudden death? A little head bump? Licking a metal bar? Heaven forbid Cortland scoot too close to a shoe or the wheel of his stroller. The woman moved him herself when I didn't. A little dirt isn't going to kill the precious darling. Why deny him a taste of a shoelace if that is what makes him happy?
I think a baby should explore his surroundings. I get down and look for hidden dangers like paper clips and hair bands. And yes, Cortland has tried to eat a random missed piece of dog food, but how will he learn otherwise?
I will miss the group, differences and all. It's always interesting to get a glimpse into other peoples lives and see how others interact. But it's much nicer when you interact the same way and don't feel like such an outsider.
Another group forming with kids who are a little older and active. So far it's been fun and the moms seem to be a little more laid back. One mom held her son upside down by the legs as he laughed and laughed. I think we will get along just fine.
I would get some strange looks when I pulled out C's favorite toys; a shoehorn and the pacifier clip sans a pacifier. Some of the other parents would look at him like he was this poor neglected thing and try to hand him real toys to play with.
I'm also, apparently, very lax when it comes to a schedule. Cortland's schedule is that he's in bed by 9:30 most nights. The other stuff just falls into place. He naps and eats at about the same-ish time each day and ta-da, that's our schedule.
Half the time Cortland doesn't make it into bedtime clothes after a bath. If he does, then it's the onsie he'll be wearing the next day. After all, all he's going to do is scoot around on the floor, dragging his belly through drool and spit-up that I can't wipe up before he's on the move again. He's fast!
Which brings us to the final reason we're saying goodbye to Mommy & Me; Cortland is a mover and a shaker and I can chase him around our house just as well as the meeting room and all without having to pack a diaper bag. And also because he tried to scoot over another little boy today to get to a toy. Twice. The baby cried.
The supervisor was nervous when I let him scoot under the tables and chairs. Nervous about what I don't know. Sudden death? A little head bump? Licking a metal bar? Heaven forbid Cortland scoot too close to a shoe or the wheel of his stroller. The woman moved him herself when I didn't. A little dirt isn't going to kill the precious darling. Why deny him a taste of a shoelace if that is what makes him happy?
I think a baby should explore his surroundings. I get down and look for hidden dangers like paper clips and hair bands. And yes, Cortland has tried to eat a random missed piece of dog food, but how will he learn otherwise?
I will miss the group, differences and all. It's always interesting to get a glimpse into other peoples lives and see how others interact. But it's much nicer when you interact the same way and don't feel like such an outsider.
Another group forming with kids who are a little older and active. So far it's been fun and the moms seem to be a little more laid back. One mom held her son upside down by the legs as he laughed and laughed. I think we will get along just fine.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Just Stuff and Pictures
I want to live in a hotel forever. I love having someone make my bed for me everyday. And towels are the easiest thing to fold, so why are they my least favorite thing to wash? Guess what? Someone washes those for me, too!
Now I'm not sure how Cortland feels about the situation. He has been sleeping on the floor (on a blanket of course) for almost a week. But Grace told me she is enjoying playing with her cat cousins and her Uncle Darrell at night at her Grandma and Grandpa's house.
Grace celebrating the 4th of July
Grandpa and C having a serious discussion
Cortland with his favorite toy
Grandma and C hanging out
Random Cortland taking a bath picture
Now I'm not sure how Cortland feels about the situation. He has been sleeping on the floor (on a blanket of course) for almost a week. But Grace told me she is enjoying playing with her cat cousins and her Uncle Darrell at night at her Grandma and Grandpa's house.
Grace celebrating the 4th of July
Grandpa and C having a serious discussion
Cortland with his favorite toy
Grandma and C hanging out
Random Cortland taking a bath picture
Friday, July 3, 2009
Playing the Piano
I think Alan would be a much better piano player than me. He hears music as a whole piece, where I hear music as each individual piece of a big pie. Now the bonus of that is that I know the words to songs. I hear the story. But it's so entertaining to hear the Alan Version of songs.
PS - it's so cool that I'm posting in the car. I love my new phone!
PS - it's so cool that I'm posting in the car. I love my new phone!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
The Tanya/Skye Project
Tanya and I have started a scientific experiment to see which of the three hyper-pigmentation products we have purchased work the best on my face.
In the last five years I've started getting these hyper-pigmentation splotches on my face. I know it's from years of not wearing sunscreen, but the actual visual damage started after I used some eyebrow waxing strips that I found at Wal-Mart a few years ago. Now I'm not saying that the waxing strips did the damage, but I'm sure they didn't help either.
Here's a picture of me without makeup. Aren't I a brave little soul?
And a close up of where the different products are being applied.
Tanya gave me a sample her doctor gave her of some cream called NIA24 Sun Damage Repair ($36.74) and also some Joan Rivers Absolutely Magic Hand Cream ($38.50) to try. She said the Joan Rivers one helped with sun spots on her hands. I bought some Oil of Olay Definity Night Anti-Spot Treatment ($23ish at Wal-Mart) for the experiment.
I've been using all three creams for a week and so far the Joan Rivers stuff is fading the pigment the fastest, but it smells like old lady cream. It is the only one with the active ingredient hydroquinone. The other two products use a form of niacin.
I now have four significantly ugly pimples on the small area that the Oil of Olay is being applied, which makes me look a little like a cyclops, and the dark spots are still just as visible.
The NIA24 doesn't seem to be doing much either and it was the one that I had the highest hopes for; Hence why I chose it for the the place that the skin darkening bugs me the most, on my upper lip. I really hate looking like I have a mustache.
So there you have it. Proof that getting older sucks.
In the last five years I've started getting these hyper-pigmentation splotches on my face. I know it's from years of not wearing sunscreen, but the actual visual damage started after I used some eyebrow waxing strips that I found at Wal-Mart a few years ago. Now I'm not saying that the waxing strips did the damage, but I'm sure they didn't help either.
Here's a picture of me without makeup. Aren't I a brave little soul?
And a close up of where the different products are being applied.
Tanya gave me a sample her doctor gave her of some cream called NIA24 Sun Damage Repair ($36.74) and also some Joan Rivers Absolutely Magic Hand Cream ($38.50) to try. She said the Joan Rivers one helped with sun spots on her hands. I bought some Oil of Olay Definity Night Anti-Spot Treatment ($23ish at Wal-Mart) for the experiment.
I've been using all three creams for a week and so far the Joan Rivers stuff is fading the pigment the fastest, but it smells like old lady cream. It is the only one with the active ingredient hydroquinone. The other two products use a form of niacin.
I now have four significantly ugly pimples on the small area that the Oil of Olay is being applied, which makes me look a little like a cyclops, and the dark spots are still just as visible.
The NIA24 doesn't seem to be doing much either and it was the one that I had the highest hopes for; Hence why I chose it for the the place that the skin darkening bugs me the most, on my upper lip. I really hate looking like I have a mustache.
So there you have it. Proof that getting older sucks.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Prelude
I lost the control key on my computer and the function key stopped working after it got drooled on, Grace Ann has a Cheerio stuck on her ear, and the baby has wedged himself between the stereo speaker and the TV stand.
It's a prelude to a perfect day.
It's a prelude to a perfect day.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Per a Comment Request....
*Mom, what's the word on the spiders?
*Have you caught any in the sticky traps?
*Did Marilyn put the rest of the traps down?
*Has Shrunken Head gotten one stuck on his ear yet?
*Has Grandma asked where all of the stuff from the laundry room (and I'm sure at least a few spider homes) went?
*Have you seen any more of those 8 legged freaks?
*Have you been bitten and lost a limb?
*Has the garage caved in yet? Off-topic, but inquiring minds want to know!
*Another off-topic, but everyone wants to know if your memory is improving. Tell us all something only you would know so we can judge for ourselves. Make it JUICY.
My last experience with the spiders is that night we found the one in the apple bowl I shook out the bedding, per the bug mans suggestion, and one of those SOB's was in my sheets! It took every ounce of self control to not pack and run! run! run! away from the countryside called Kansas.
The next day I called the much trusted neighbor to find out what bug kill company she uses and she said it was a futile task to kill those suckers. She said to get LOTS of sticky traps and make sure the dogs and kids stay out of them. So I did. And now we wait for my mom's response to the above questions.
I've theorized that they came out of hiding when the boys moved out and took all of their little spider hidey-holes. And then I cleaned out the laundry room further bringing them out to seek vengeance on all of mankind - I mean find new places to hang out and play.
I have nightmares that all of the spiders I've killed come back to get me. Ger-blah! Gives me shivers just thinking about it.
*Have you caught any in the sticky traps?
*Did Marilyn put the rest of the traps down?
*Has Shrunken Head gotten one stuck on his ear yet?
*Has Grandma asked where all of the stuff from the laundry room (and I'm sure at least a few spider homes) went?
*Have you seen any more of those 8 legged freaks?
*Have you been bitten and lost a limb?
*Has the garage caved in yet? Off-topic, but inquiring minds want to know!
*Another off-topic, but everyone wants to know if your memory is improving. Tell us all something only you would know so we can judge for ourselves. Make it JUICY.
My last experience with the spiders is that night we found the one in the apple bowl I shook out the bedding, per the bug mans suggestion, and one of those SOB's was in my sheets! It took every ounce of self control to not pack and run! run! run! away from the countryside called Kansas.
The next day I called the much trusted neighbor to find out what bug kill company she uses and she said it was a futile task to kill those suckers. She said to get LOTS of sticky traps and make sure the dogs and kids stay out of them. So I did. And now we wait for my mom's response to the above questions.
I've theorized that they came out of hiding when the boys moved out and took all of their little spider hidey-holes. And then I cleaned out the laundry room further bringing them out to seek vengeance on all of mankind - I mean find new places to hang out and play.
I have nightmares that all of the spiders I've killed come back to get me. Ger-blah! Gives me shivers just thinking about it.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
My Philosophy on Why He's Just Not That Into You Didn't Make a Big Splash at the Box Office (and other truths and declarations)
I finally saw the movie He's Just Not That Into You and I loved it. The book was out when I was dating and, to be completely honest, I wouldn't read it because there are certain truths a girl doesn't want to face when chasing after a guy (or guys) that is obviously not that into her.
In fact, I think this movie shot itself in the box office foot by being so painfully honest that girls wouldn't go see it. And if they did, they told all their girlfriends that the info provided in the movie wasn't true because if they didn't say that then they would have to admit to that same girlfriend that her boyfriend of 7 years was never going to marry them. Or that when a guy doesn't call then he really isn't thinking about you and being nervous, he's just not interested. And hello, what girl wants to volunteer to do that???
And I'm sure word spread like wildfire through the male community that this was totally NOT a date night movie. No guy is getting laid after taking a girl to a movie that gives away all of the Secret Guy Society's secrets except for the handshake. He would have to be an idiot!
I know. I know. There was a book before the movie, but the book doesn't have Drew Barrymore and the "I'm a Mac" guy. And funnily enough I'm totally hot for the "I'm a Mac" guy. It's okay. Alan knows.
In fact, I think this movie shot itself in the box office foot by being so painfully honest that girls wouldn't go see it. And if they did, they told all their girlfriends that the info provided in the movie wasn't true because if they didn't say that then they would have to admit to that same girlfriend that her boyfriend of 7 years was never going to marry them. Or that when a guy doesn't call then he really isn't thinking about you and being nervous, he's just not interested. And hello, what girl wants to volunteer to do that???
And I'm sure word spread like wildfire through the male community that this was totally NOT a date night movie. No guy is getting laid after taking a girl to a movie that gives away all of the Secret Guy Society's secrets except for the handshake. He would have to be an idiot!
I know. I know. There was a book before the movie, but the book doesn't have Drew Barrymore and the "I'm a Mac" guy. And funnily enough I'm totally hot for the "I'm a Mac" guy. It's okay. Alan knows.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Wheezig
Cortland has gone viral.
I almost called my mom in the middle of C's 1st ever breathing treatment so she could hear what a really mad Cortland sounds like. I would have recorded it for you if I'd had my camera - and a couple extra hands. Man he was pissed.
They sent us home with 5 days of steroids for swelling in his lungs and an inhaler for the wheezing. Dr. Chris Hanson (oh yes, you heard right! We got the Dateline guy! His name was just one of many selling points) said C was a little young to be showing signs of asthma but the wheezing is unmistakable and he's hoping it's just an upper respiratory viral infection.
On another note, my n key isn't working properly and every 3 or 4th n it just won't type. Sometimes the coolest words are created and it is just a shame to have to go back and correct them. Like wheezig. I just wanted to leave that one in there and was a little sad to have to stick the n in and make it a proper word. So now wheezig has it's very own paragraph. Yay you wheezig! Way to rule the school!
I almost called my mom in the middle of C's 1st ever breathing treatment so she could hear what a really mad Cortland sounds like. I would have recorded it for you if I'd had my camera - and a couple extra hands. Man he was pissed.
They sent us home with 5 days of steroids for swelling in his lungs and an inhaler for the wheezing. Dr. Chris Hanson (oh yes, you heard right! We got the Dateline guy! His name was just one of many selling points) said C was a little young to be showing signs of asthma but the wheezing is unmistakable and he's hoping it's just an upper respiratory viral infection.
On another note, my n key isn't working properly and every 3 or 4th n it just won't type. Sometimes the coolest words are created and it is just a shame to have to go back and correct them. Like wheezig. I just wanted to leave that one in there and was a little sad to have to stick the n in and make it a proper word. So now wheezig has it's very own paragraph. Yay you wheezig! Way to rule the school!
Ahhhh, It's Good to be Home
Our air conditioner is broken. So broken, in fact, that Doug, the fix it man can't even give us an estimate until tomorrow because he has to get quotes from the digger drainage people.
I asked our neighbor (hi Tanya!) if we could borrow her box fan for the night since the evenings are still comfortably cool. I set the fan in the window and turned it on, but it really didn't do much. Well not much until my husband asked if I thought it might work better if maybe we opened the storm window, too.
Sometimes I feel like such a ding-dong.
I asked our neighbor (hi Tanya!) if we could borrow her box fan for the night since the evenings are still comfortably cool. I set the fan in the window and turned it on, but it really didn't do much. Well not much until my husband asked if I thought it might work better if maybe we opened the storm window, too.
Sometimes I feel like such a ding-dong.
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