Dropping an iron on your foot won’t break it, but it’ll leave you with a nasty bruise.
Monday: The new and the broken November 24, 2008
Well, we got our bed, and it’s great. It’s so big, I feel like a queen when I lay on it. Lots of space for all of us. I can finally put Lilli down and get out of bed without waking her. Our new sheets are nice too. 500 thread count, super soft, and very pretty. Our bed looks like a real bed now.
But, the car broke on Saturday. At least now we know what’s wrong with it. The alternator belt broke. That explains why it hasn’t been starting right, why the A/C stopped working on the trip to Houston, could explain why we needed a new battery last week, and that squealing noise it’s been making. We were going to take it to Donnies brothers’ shop, but Brian has a buddy at work who’s going to buy the part for us and see if he can put it on this afternoon. That should save us a bit of money. Once that is fixed we can figure out what else is wrong with it and go get that fixed too.
FYI, if any of you have a Nissan, take your car to Certified Auto Repair at 900 Wooded Acres. He’s fair and he knows what he’s talking about. He knows everything about anything when it comes to Nissan. The first place we took the car when we started having trouble with it told us that it was the timing belt and air compressor on the AC, both of which are very expensive fixes. Turns out it’s just the alternator belt (which also runs the air compressor, which explains a lot.) and a spark-plug spring or something.
So anyway, if we cross our fingers we might have our car back today, which is a big relief. I’m glad that we hadn’t filled it up with gas before it broke.
Yesterday Brian and I put the kids in the stroller and walked up to Supermercado La Providencia to get some groceries. It was a nice little walk, but the prices there are nuts. One notable one was a bag of cereal Brian wanted, normally we pay $3.50 – $4, but it was $6 there. The do have a great produce section, but we weren’t there for produce, just the basics to get us through the week that we’d be able to carry home. I told Brian about my idea to ditch the car and get some bikes and a couple of trailers. He laughed the way he laughs when it’s a laughable idea, but a good idea too. Maybe we’ll work on it.
So, updates on the kids. Evan is talking very well now. He puts many words together to make sentences. He’s definitely two though. He always says he’s hungry and wants grapes, but never eats them. Lillith is crawling very well now. She can stand and transfer her hands from one object to another while standing. She doesn’t fall as much.
Well that’s it, I’ve got to start cleaning up the house. Brians’ mother and Granny are coming over for Thanksgiving so I need to get the dining room back to looking like a dining room, and not a storage space!
“Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.”
Friday: Chicken soup November 21, 2008
Evan has the sniffles. Started last night as soon as he went to bed. I’m making chicken soup and orange juice. I’ve got the chicken boiling in the pot now with some sage, thyme, a crushed and chopped clove of garlic, and a little bit of onion. I need to go make the noodles soon so they can dry before we’re ready to eat.
We went out and bought some sheets for our bed this morning. Keep your fingers crossed that everything goes as planned and we’ve got our new bed over here this afternoon!
Thursday: Inspired, yet scared November 20, 2008
I’ve been thinking about what I want to do with my life after the kids are grown. I was so naive when I went to college. I wanted to be an obstetrician. I’m so glad I didn’t follow through.
Since I had Evan I was determined I wanted to be a midwife, I’d love nothing more. I’ve been looking into it, and decided I’d be equally happy with being a doula or lactation consultant. Being that my life it pretty busy right now, I think the easiest thing to start with would be being a doula. It’s doesn’t look to be as complicated as I thought. Just now I was looking at what it would take to get started, and wishing my mother was here to cheer me on. I just want her to be here and tell me “You can do it!” or “Go for it!” like I know she would. I want so badly to just dive in and do it, to take the leap of faith and get started, I just wish someone would encourage me, like my mother.
I’m going to do it anyway. I have to start saving money for the membership and certification fees, and buy some books that are part of the required reading. Then I just hope like hell I can come up with the money for the training next spring. And that will be the big part. If I work hard and get lucky for the tuition, I can be a doula by next March. WOW. All I’ll need for certification after that is three attended labors as a doula, and good evaluations from the parents, doctor/midwife, and a nurse at said labors.
I’m so excited I could cry. I probably will.
Even if I kept my clients to one birth a month, I could be getting some pretty good income doing something I would absolutely love, and be great at. It feels so amazing to recognize my calling, something I am truly designed and inspired to do. Now I’ve just got to start answering the door.
Tuesday: Where’s my bed? November 18, 2008
If this top part looks too boring to read, fine. At least scroll down and watch the video!!
Well, we’re on a new schedule around here, and I like it, but I hate it too. I’ve started waking up with Brian at 6am. The plan was for Evan to sleep in and wake up from 7-8, but no luck today, because we put him to bed too early last night. I wanted to put him to sleep around 7, but Brian felt that he was too tired last night and we started at 5:40. TOO EARLY! As if that wasn’t enough, Lillith was either up crying or nursing all night, and I had to get up at 5 to change her diaper, so I got little sleep, and what I did get was in an uncomfortable position. I am SO tired! ARGH.
So today the plan is for Brian to come home at 4:30, and then I’m taking the kids to go visit my moms’ mom to see how she’s doing. I’m going to get dinner ready during the day today so that it will be ready when we get home, around 6 ish. We eat, and then Evan goes to bed around 7:00 – 7:30, depending on how late we get home. Cross your fingers that he’ll sleep easy and sleep in tomorrow. Especially since he woke up at 6 with us this morning.
We got a new battery for the car on Thursday, and it’s running better. Brian gets his holiday bonus check next week, and we’re trying to buy a new bed with some of it. I hope a bigger bed will make it easier to sleep without having to wedge myself between two kids, afraid of moving for fear of waking them up and having to start all over.
I’m not sure what we’re going to do about Thanksgiving. I really wanted to have it here, since my mom isn’t around. I figure that it’s time it was passed down to me. I don’t think it’s going to happen though. Brians’ brothers are both going out of town. My step-dad is going to his girlfriends’ house with her family. That only leaves Brian and I, the kids, and Brians’ mom and Granny. Since Brians’ mom, Eva, finally has her own place, I’m sure she wants to have it there, so they probably won’t come. And my Grandmother passing down her mantle is out of the question. Even if she did it would go to her daughter, my aunt Susie, not me. So we’re probably having Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday, THE family holiday, alone. Either that or we’re going to two Thanksgivings, and I’ve got a 15 lb turkey in the freezer for no reason.
I remember after my cousin Kathryn was born, my aunt Susie got a picture of the two of them, plus my Grandma and her mom together. It’s called the Four-Generation photo, or Four Generations of Women. I thought it was silly at the time, but after we started having kids, I thought it would be cool to do it too. How twisted is it that my mother died just five months too soon? When I look at Lilli and am amazed by how much she looks like me, it makes me wonder how my mother would react to her. I’ll bet it would be strange to have a baby wandering around who looks like your 25 year old baby, so exactly that it’s kinda creepy. Oh god, I miss my mother so MUCH! It is indescribable.
DAD! START READING HERE!>> On a happier note, although it seems to make me cry lately, Evan and I love this song, and I think everyone should get a copy of it. It’s probably the best song I’ve heard in a very long time. The band is called The Roots, and the song is Love my Family. We watch a lot of Noggin around here and one of the shows is called “Yo Gabba Gabba”. Brian doesn’t like it, but I think the show is great. Very original, and lots of fun. Anyway, that’s where the song is from, the show. So all those alien-looking things dancing around and the two people dressed in orange are characters from the show. It’s a little odd that the one guy is playing the bongos with drumsticks, but I guess whatever you’ve got to do to get the right sound. I just love this song, though. I could listen to it over and over. I think it has a wonderfully positive message, and it describes how I feel. I hope Evan remembers it as he grows up.
EDIT: the original video has been removed, so I have replaced it with the only other copy I could find.
We are thankful, for our family. Let’s be thankful for the things we love. Indeed.
Women: November 16, 2008
Have sorrow at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left
Friday: Today is the First Day of the Rest of Your Life November 14, 2008
Well, today is the day. One year ago today, my mother died in Houston. It feels like it just happened, but on the other hand it feels like it’s been forever without her. The Trib has an Memorial for her today if anyone wants to look at it.
I always thought people who said they missed/thought about their deceased loved ones everyday were just being cheesy. I know, for myself, there was a HUGE gray period after her death until just a month or two before Lilli was born. I don’t remember thinking about her much, but I might have. I don’t really remember Christmas last year either. I know I cried some, randomly, but that could have been pregnancy hormones too.
Then just before Lillith was born, it was like a fog was lifted. I remember DOING things. I remember going to buy a birth pool, spending way too much time on Mothering.com talking to my Due Date Club. I remember playing with Evan, doing laundry, walking down to Donnies house for visits. I still didn’t cry as much as I thought I should, but I did start thinking about her EVERYDAY, no kidding. I still do.
There is always something that comes up everyday, that I’d want to do with her, or that I think she’d like. It might be a joke that my dad sends me, that I think about forwarding to her for a split second before I remember she’ll never get it. Or Donnies’ new house that my mother would have LOVED! Sometimes it’s as little as taking Evan to the park and wishing I had someone to go with me. It hurts to know that my mother would have loved to have been more involved and active her last couple of years, if she hadn’t been so tired and anemic from her undiagnosed cancer. I wish I had known the problems she was having, so that I could stand up for her. I wish I had told her to FIGHT! I wish she had known that it WAS a life and death matter, not just “something not worth suing over.” It’s been a year, and I am still SO ANGRY.
I want to rip to pieces every person who ever hurt my mother. I want to tear lifeless the doctor that told her there was nothing wrong with her. I want her back!
I miss her everytime I look at my daughter. I tell Lilli everyday that her Lolly would have adored her.
Please help me remember my mother today. She was a wonderful woman, and it’s a real shame for the world that she’s no longer here.