Blog by Numbers

1- Number of times since Adam and I have been married that he has done the grocery shopping...and it's right now. I'm excited at the new foods he will bring home, though I'm certain most of them will be frozen or boxed.



2- Number of people (out of approx. 10) who I actually liked at the cloth diapering meeting I went to yesterday. I realized that it is NOT true that I could be friends with anybody. There are certain people who, because they choose to cloth diaper (and feed their child organically, shop exclusively at Fresh Market, have a stay-at-home arrangement, bathe their child in lavender oil, and claim to have an "advanced" 6 month old who cannot even sit up) feel as though they are superior to every other parent/person they meet.



3- Mornings that I got up early this week to go run. (I actually made it out the door just once.)



4- Hours that I laid around on the Marsh's couch this morning while Josh reacted sourly toward Katie and I for being superbly fun and cool.



1450- Dollars that we will pay the insurance company tomorrow for my continual COBRA coverage. The good news? I will again have insurance (retroactive, but we failed to save any receipts from the last couple of months) and (ta-dah) we're in the clear to have another baby. With baby fever settling in again, that's very good news...even though writing the check hurts a little.

26- Days left until the adult prom.

Update: Adam has returned from the grocery store with (drumroll..........................) lots of frozen goods and boxes. Overall, though, he get's a B+. He's a good man, that Adam Walden.

Add "head butt" to that list. I taught Patrick how to do and say that last night, which was funny and seemed like an ok idea, until I didn't see it coming and he knocked me right in the nose hard enough to make my eyes water and my sinuses sting. He has a head of steel, apparently. To those of you (who?) who haven't seen it lately, it's on the larger side, too. Trust me, it hurts.

Patrick has had a cough for a couple of weeks now and I think that I've caught it. It's just a dry, hacking cough. It's not good at all. It doesn't hurt, though, which explains why he's really not that cranky. Maybe I need to start sleeping in his room so we can share the humidifier.

We're starting to get into using more words. I have suddenly become BaBa, but only sometimes. Patrick can say clock (glog or cog), dad, hi, bye-bye, pup(py), baby, Lana (Allana), and Papaw. These words accompany phrases like "What's that" and "Hi, Dad." He tries to repeat almost every simple word we say to him, but it really depends on what kind of a mood he's in. Lately, it's been goofy. He can also respond to a couple simple commands, like "come here" or "bring me your blanket." Just in the past day or so, he's been really into playing with us, which is fantastic and exhausting at the same time. Sometimes, I wish he understood what "relax for a minute" means because he must hear it 12 times a day.

Adam remembered! I got a call at 3:46 PM. He swore on Patrick's life that nobody reminded him, and I believe it. He scored some points today.

Happy Birthday to Me

Today is MY birthday...29 and fabulous, right? Seriously, with a crappy few weeks behind me (it's all a long story and I don't feel the need for a virtual rehash), I've been cautiously optimistic for a happy and care-free birthday. It's only 11am, and I have success. Patrick and I had a great morning, Katie greeted me with flowers at work, Colleen showed up with cake, a gift, and coffee, and I've received more Facebook well-wishes than ever in my life. (Kelly even remembered, which is a huge deal). Things are good. I don't know why there is such an emphasis on having a good birthday, but it means the world to me. So, although nobody reads this, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

What's great is that Adam has not realized yet that today is my birthday. He has a special (surprise) day for me tomorrow, and I honestly think that he is under the impression that tomorrow is my birthday. I'm not going to tell him otherwise. We'll see how long it takes for him to figure it out. In our entire history, Adam has only remembered my birthday once without help and that was last year. Before then, I've been given gifts on July 4th and August something-or-other, as if he just pulled dates out of a hat and hoped they were close. One year, just a few short weeks after we had celebrated my birthday, he called me at work to ask me when my birthday was. His words were, "Look, I know that it's in June, so just tell me the date."

It's the first day of Spring, too, which makes me even more optimistic and happy. It has to be symbolic for good things to come, right? Isn't that what Spring is about? Here is to hoping...

I think that either I have an obsession with food or I have just had extreme cases of cravings lately.

I just found the following online and copied and pasted it. It's kind of how I feel right now. This peanut butter thing is killing me. I haven't caved yet, though. There are something like 33 days left...

Ode to Peanut Butter
Oh Peanut Butter,
How I love thee.
Your creamy texture,
your salty taste.
I crave you all day,
I can taste you in my dreams.
Each bite is a sweet torture,
one flavorful burst after another.
As the toast dwindles away,
I bite it slowly, to savor.
Rather than inhale,
I treat it as an art.
It appears on crackers, toast,
and half sandwiches for the road.
Whether treated with a drop of honey,
or simply swiped from the jar.
My devotion to this creamy creation
has undoubtedly gone too far.
As I hoard jars in closets and cabinets,
I fear the day when I run out of places to put them.
Every morning I long for it's rich texture,
and I satisfy cravings with a bold daytime dip.
I believe I shall never tire of peanut butter,
no matter how many mornings I eat it.
It will always tempt my appetite
and quench my palate.
So until I become large and round,
this treat I will continue to suck down.
Until then, my delectable treat,
My peanut butter I shall always eat.
Oh, peanut butter how I love thee.
You will certainly be the death of me.

We're still trying to develop PJEW's palate, and so far, so good. He hasn't really disliked anything that he's tried, minus avocados (still.) I did read last night that it could take 10-15 attempts at feeding a child something before they actually "take" to it. I'm pretty determined with the avocados, so I'll keep trying.

Here was his menu yesterday:

Breakfast- Blueberry pancakes (again), 1/4 banana, and 8 oz. milk
Snack- Granola
Lunch- Hummus on a whole-grain wrap, mandarin oranges, water
Snack-1/2 of a granola bar and some Jelly Bellies
Dinner- Pork chops and sauerkraut, butter noodles,a handful of blueberries, and milk

For the record, the combination of oranges, sauerkraut, and hummus makes for horrendous diaper changes.

Lenten Promises...and some cupcakes

Yesterday was Ash Wednesday. While I did not make it to Mass (I know, I know...I just didn't), I did observe the fasting and have made my Lenten promises. I am giving up my beloved peanut butter, of which I faithfully devour at least a tablespoon every day of my life. This one will be the hardest for me. It's more of a habit now than anything...it's what I think of as I pull in the driveway after a long workday. Poor Patrick doesn't even get his coat off before I am in the fridge (oh, yes, it has to be refridgerated) with a spoon in hand. So, I am giving it up for 40 long days. I also just bought some, so there is a whole jar just sitting on the shelf in the fridge...taunting me. I'll make it.

I have also given up sweets. That won't be terrible. I think I can hack it.

I would like to start going to the Stations of the Cross services on Friday night, but I don't know which churches are offering this. In the past, I have gone to Holy Spirit at Geist, but I am not driving a half hour for a 45 minute service. I don't have that kind of time. (That sounds awful, but still...)

In searching for a picture of peanut butter, I have also found these cupcakes. They are banana-peanut butter cupcakes, and I honestly cannot imagine a better concoction (except for the pineapple-peanut butter milkshake Adam made for me once when I was 9 months pregnant. Heaven.) I'm going to try to find a recipe. Maybe I'll attempt to make these this weekend. Maybe.

There seem to be a lot of things I would like to do.

2/20/09

FINALLY, Patrick looks as though he's going to walk any day. I need to post some video. I'll make a mental note to do that. I wasn't really worried about him not walking, since he really isn't "late." He just seems to be surrounded by little girls who want to walk much more than he does. What's funny is that he will walk, but it's usually to get candy. He doesn't do things for free. At least he's smart about it. Still, Katie managed to get him to walk 10 steps to her this week, and we've been practicing a little every day. He will fall down from time to time because he seems to lean back, presumably because he thinks I'm still behind him to catch him. He'll get it, though. There goes my tiny baby, I guess. Once he starts walking, he's officially a "toddler."

Also, since his birthday, he's very much into eating. I couldn't be happier. He's a thin child, and I always worry a little that he's not eating enough. He certainly has an interest now; it's just that he usually eats on his terms. Suddenly, HE wants to feed himself. If I do it for him, he gets frustrated and just doesn't eat as much. My favorite part of the day is breakfast in bed while we watch Curious George. I know that's probably not a healthy little ritual and we'll cut it out eventually. We just need that one-on-one time in the morning before our day gets crazy. Adam's not a huge fan of the crumbs in the bed, though. I heard him grumbling last night about someone leaving a loaf of bread in the sheets. Oops.

While I'm on the topic of eating, we did a complete food over-haul in our house. I thought that, since Patrick was eating three full meals and 2-3 snacks a day, we needed to stock the house with a variety of healthy food options. I threw out all of the junk (and expired misc. foods that seem to accumulate in the back of the fridge) and we have tons of fruits, veggies, and organic snacks. We'll all be healthier yet. I found Jerry Seinfeld's wife's Ultimate Grocery List online and used that as a guideline. Here is the link: http://static.oprah.com/images/foodhome/food/foodandfamily_shoppinglist.pdf.

I've been trying to read up on healthy recipes for meals that we all three can eat, but I just don't have that much time for reading recreationally. I'm working on it.

What a day today. It's gray and rainy, but warm and breezy. It's the kind of day I'd really like if was at home, curled up with chili, a movie, and a cock-a-tail. Adam and I used to have those kinds of days. Now, it's more like Baby Einstein, some macaroni, and whole milk. Still, it's a good day to be at home.



Things have been insane at our house lately. Patrick had a great 1st birthday party. My parents really deserve most of the credit for pulling it off for us. They were kind enough to host it at their house and make the food. With me being sick, I don't think we could have managed to do it on our own. It was a good time, though. Patrick couldn't have cared less about his cake, but he loved all of his presents and the attention he got from everyone. He is one loved little boy. Spoiled rotten, of course, but loved nonetheless.