When the workers came yesterday, Zane took them downstairs for the orientation. I followed just a few seconds behind, them, and lo and behold, there was a DEAD MOUSE in the middle of the floor! I'm not sure if anyone mentioned it, or if they missed it completely, but there it was.
Naturally being a strong and independent woman, I yelled "Eek! A mouse!" Just kidding. What I did was quietly go upstairs, get some paper towels, pick up the mouse, and take it to the garbage can. Hoping that the workers would not be too grossed out, because that's just what you want to see, right?
I kind of hate to admit this, but I was relieved to see that dead mouse. Because until it was found dead in my basement, it was seen and heard ALIVE (alive mouse < dead mouse) in my kitchen. My KITCHEN. Really, what's the point of having a hunter cat and a dog bred to kill rodents if they don't actually kill rodents? None, that's what.
Friday, April 6, 2012
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Nesting
I'm seriously nesting here, people. The "workers," as Sabrina likes to call them, are downstairs framing the entire basement. Later, probably next week, comes the electrician and HVAC guy, then drywall. Naturally, I'm not doing any of that work, mostly because I don't know how and couldn't care less and not because I'm roughly the size and shape of a very large beach ball, but I've been inspired lately, by the impending new rooms downstairs, to nest.
Sadly, my nesting has to take the form of "why the crap didn't I do this earlier" stuff. Like, cleaning out the car. Do you know how much STUFF an Explorer can hold? Geez, I could have gone on an Arctic expedition in my Expedition. Food? Check. (Not fresh, if you get my drift.) Clothes? Check. (Not clean, of course!) Diapers? Check. (These, happily, WERE clean.) Toys, books, garbage? Sure, all the garbage you could want in the Arctic! And then some!
I've also been cleaning out those nefarious clutter spots that Zane and I are so good at creating. So far I've thrown away 1-year-old or more: bank statements, AYSO rosters, soccer schedules, and law seminar handouts, just to name a few! That'll teach me to leave stuff in a pile for Zane to take care of! To be fair, though, plenty of stuff in the piles has been mine. For instance, the yarn tangle and breastmilk bags in the corner of the TV room? Not Zane's. But now not there! Hooray!
Now, before the baby comes, all I have to do is move Spencer's bunk beds downstairs, after his room is done, which will require painting and carpet as well as the drywall, HVAC, and electricity, move Sabrina's stuff to Sasha's room, get out the newborn and 0-3 month clothes for Jemonis, wash the infant car seat, and other nesting-type stuff like clean out the garage. Anyone want to come over for a...party?
Sadly, my nesting has to take the form of "why the crap didn't I do this earlier" stuff. Like, cleaning out the car. Do you know how much STUFF an Explorer can hold? Geez, I could have gone on an Arctic expedition in my Expedition. Food? Check. (Not fresh, if you get my drift.) Clothes? Check. (Not clean, of course!) Diapers? Check. (These, happily, WERE clean.) Toys, books, garbage? Sure, all the garbage you could want in the Arctic! And then some!
I've also been cleaning out those nefarious clutter spots that Zane and I are so good at creating. So far I've thrown away 1-year-old or more: bank statements, AYSO rosters, soccer schedules, and law seminar handouts, just to name a few! That'll teach me to leave stuff in a pile for Zane to take care of! To be fair, though, plenty of stuff in the piles has been mine. For instance, the yarn tangle and breastmilk bags in the corner of the TV room? Not Zane's. But now not there! Hooray!
Now, before the baby comes, all I have to do is move Spencer's bunk beds downstairs, after his room is done, which will require painting and carpet as well as the drywall, HVAC, and electricity, move Sabrina's stuff to Sasha's room, get out the newborn and 0-3 month clothes for Jemonis, wash the infant car seat, and other nesting-type stuff like clean out the garage. Anyone want to come over for a...party?
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Ugh! C'mon 40 weeks!
This. Has been the hardest pregnancy yet. My body is screaming "The human body was not meant to have 3 kids in less than 4 years! What were you thinking! Did you learn nothing from the ancient Jewish women who nursed for three years! You idiot! Birth control anyone?" and suchlike.
Honestly, though, chasing after 2 kids has made the difference, I think. Yes, I'm working part-time, but I worked full time when pregnant with Sabrina, and moved at 30 weeks with Sasha, so it's not like my extracurricular (curricular being, I guess, my family?) activities have been worse this time. I mean, I take a nap almost every day I'm home, for Pete's sake.
I had a doctor's appointment last week. Sadly, he did not say Jemonis suddenly and inexplicably matured at 6 times the normal rate, and is now ready for birth. No, I'm still just 33 weeks. Okay, 7 weeks doesn't sound like a lot UNLESS YOU ARE ACTUALLY PREGNANT FOR THE NEXT 7 WEEKS. Then it sounds like a LONG TIME. Besides, despite my ever-increasing girth, I really would like to finish this school year. My last day is scheduled to be May 10, which is 3 weeks before the end of school and 11 days before my due date. (Although May 10 is leadership day, so if I couldn't go that day, I would not cry.) May 12 or 13 sounds perfect.
I know, though. Not before 36 weeks. I can do it, I swear. Mostly because there's no other option! So glad to not be a prehistoric nomad moving with the herds now. It's amazing the human race survived those days.
Honestly, though, chasing after 2 kids has made the difference, I think. Yes, I'm working part-time, but I worked full time when pregnant with Sabrina, and moved at 30 weeks with Sasha, so it's not like my extracurricular (curricular being, I guess, my family?) activities have been worse this time. I mean, I take a nap almost every day I'm home, for Pete's sake.
I had a doctor's appointment last week. Sadly, he did not say Jemonis suddenly and inexplicably matured at 6 times the normal rate, and is now ready for birth. No, I'm still just 33 weeks. Okay, 7 weeks doesn't sound like a lot UNLESS YOU ARE ACTUALLY PREGNANT FOR THE NEXT 7 WEEKS. Then it sounds like a LONG TIME. Besides, despite my ever-increasing girth, I really would like to finish this school year. My last day is scheduled to be May 10, which is 3 weeks before the end of school and 11 days before my due date. (Although May 10 is leadership day, so if I couldn't go that day, I would not cry.) May 12 or 13 sounds perfect.
I know, though. Not before 36 weeks. I can do it, I swear. Mostly because there's no other option! So glad to not be a prehistoric nomad moving with the herds now. It's amazing the human race survived those days.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Twokids
I love having twokids! (That's how I refer to them, as in "I love my twokids!") At least, when they are not causing each other to cry/both crying, I love having two. Sasha is getting to an age where he can actually be fun for Sabrina to play with. Just in time, too! They can entertain each other when I have threekids and one of them is 2 days old.
Today, Sasha was insisting "side!" Which means, he wanted to play outside. Well, I don't want to play outside. It's cold, I can't bend over, stand up from sitting on the ground, or climb dirt piles. Guess what? Sabrina wants to or at least can do all these things! So, I got their shoes on, Sabrina put on both of their coats, and out they went! For, like, an hour!
They mostly played right outside the living room window, which was great, because I could make sure they weren't eating dirt or pushing each other off our wonderful dirt pile. I watched Sabrina push Sasha's bum, trying to help him all the way up the pile. She was occasionally successful. It was so great to see them not needing me to entertain them! Keep it up, twokids!
Today, Sasha was insisting "side!" Which means, he wanted to play outside. Well, I don't want to play outside. It's cold, I can't bend over, stand up from sitting on the ground, or climb dirt piles. Guess what? Sabrina wants to or at least can do all these things! So, I got their shoes on, Sabrina put on both of their coats, and out they went! For, like, an hour!
They mostly played right outside the living room window, which was great, because I could make sure they weren't eating dirt or pushing each other off our wonderful dirt pile. I watched Sabrina push Sasha's bum, trying to help him all the way up the pile. She was occasionally successful. It was so great to see them not needing me to entertain them! Keep it up, twokids!
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Gala Is Done!
At my school, we have an annual "gala," a big fundraiser/play/dance performance/music recital all based on the humanities curriculum. You heard right, we couldn't figure out how to put math and science into it. However, rehearsal this year was on pi day (3/14, or 3.14), so it's really just science that got left out. And...it's over! It's been a hard one this year. I think it's because in the entire 3rd term, we had only 18 normal teaching days. No wonder I've been feeling my students are behind. They are!
I feel the gala is a really cool experience for the kids. They get to create a play and have it come together, and perform it at a professional theater. I have one student who started the year wearing a hat and trench coat, and disappearing into them. I'm sure partly it was my fabulous teaching, but being in dance and being a performer really got him out of his shell. Almost literally! I think it's a great experience for them.
And yet...did I mention only 18 teaching days this term? Also, trying to get 250 middle school students to behave in a theater, well, you can imagine. There was an incident in the men's restroom...you really don't want to know, I promise. If you know a 10-14 year old, imagine the grossest thing they have ever done, then have them do it on purpose. Yeah. You're grossed out, right?
So the answer is, I don't know. It's a great experience that stresses out the teachers ridiculously, creates gross time, and makes the kids have a great experience. I guess I just wonder if this experience could be created at a lesser cost to the school.
I feel the gala is a really cool experience for the kids. They get to create a play and have it come together, and perform it at a professional theater. I have one student who started the year wearing a hat and trench coat, and disappearing into them. I'm sure partly it was my fabulous teaching, but being in dance and being a performer really got him out of his shell. Almost literally! I think it's a great experience for them.
And yet...did I mention only 18 teaching days this term? Also, trying to get 250 middle school students to behave in a theater, well, you can imagine. There was an incident in the men's restroom...you really don't want to know, I promise. If you know a 10-14 year old, imagine the grossest thing they have ever done, then have them do it on purpose. Yeah. You're grossed out, right?
So the answer is, I don't know. It's a great experience that stresses out the teachers ridiculously, creates gross time, and makes the kids have a great experience. I guess I just wonder if this experience could be created at a lesser cost to the school.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Ole, ole ole ole
Zane and I watched the first game of the Real Salt Lake season last night. It was against the defending champions, LA Galaxy, in LA, where they have not lost since 2010. I have to say, I never think we can beat LA. They have so much talent, and so many superstars. Also, I hate all teams from LA. I don't mean to, and I really like Landon Donovan, but I can't help it.
So, I was sad but not surprised when LA scored an amazing goal in the second half. Okay, it's done, I thought.
Not so.
LA scored an own-goal off an "assist" from a rookie, Velasquez. Woo hoo! A tie! I'm happy. Then, Morales scored a ping-pong goal that was bouncing around before he buried it in the back of the net. Then, just to prove that RSL is the most awesome team, Espindola, who I kind of love, scored all by himself. LA made a noble run at the end, but were DENIED. Ha ha LA! 3-1 for RSL! Neener neener!
Zane and I were kind of freaking out.
It's fun to note that last night, the game was broadcast to 70 countries. Including Djibouti. Do you even know where Djibouti is? I have a vague idea of eastern Africa. (checks map) Yup, I rock. Right across the Persian Gulf from Yemen. The POINT is, we beat LA in front of 70 countries, the MLS commissioner, and a hostile crowd of entitled Galaxy fans. Ha! Money may buy Beckham, but we still won!
Phew. Bring on the rest of the season!
So, I was sad but not surprised when LA scored an amazing goal in the second half. Okay, it's done, I thought.
Not so.
LA scored an own-goal off an "assist" from a rookie, Velasquez. Woo hoo! A tie! I'm happy. Then, Morales scored a ping-pong goal that was bouncing around before he buried it in the back of the net. Then, just to prove that RSL is the most awesome team, Espindola, who I kind of love, scored all by himself. LA made a noble run at the end, but were DENIED. Ha ha LA! 3-1 for RSL! Neener neener!
Zane and I were kind of freaking out.
It's fun to note that last night, the game was broadcast to 70 countries. Including Djibouti. Do you even know where Djibouti is? I have a vague idea of eastern Africa. (checks map) Yup, I rock. Right across the Persian Gulf from Yemen. The POINT is, we beat LA in front of 70 countries, the MLS commissioner, and a hostile crowd of entitled Galaxy fans. Ha! Money may buy Beckham, but we still won!
Phew. Bring on the rest of the season!
Saturday, March 10, 2012
3rd trimester, 3rd stage
I can't believe how long I've been going between posts lately. Okay, for the past 6 months or so. Anyway, here I am in the 3rd trimester (30 weeks on Monday, or, as I like to say, 10 weeks to go). I have also left the "you look so cute! Pregnant women just have a glow about them, don't they?" stage, and entered the, "So, when are you due?" stage. In other words, I just look big big big. Also, I have to shave my legs sitting down and am about to have to put on non-slip on shoes sitting down as well. Yup, I'm pregnant!
On a more uplifting note, I made two new blankets this week. I had the fabric for a few weeks, but just hadn't got 'er done. They are really cute. When I have the motivation, I'll post some pictures. I also want to make a new blanket for Sabrina and Sasha. I went to two different fabric stores and was extremely underwhelmed at their flannel selection. I guess it's back to fabric.com for me!
On a less uplifting note, we have had random electric failures at our house. The lights will flicker and go off for a few seconds to a few minutes at a time. But it's not EVERY light. It's the kitchen, living room, some outlets in the TV room, Sabrina's room, and Sasha's room. The downstairs, bathroom, our room, and the lights in the TV room stay on. Weird. Fortunately, Mari's husband is an electrician so we're finagling him to come up and see what the heck is wrong. Zane keeps throwing out words like "bad breaker" and I nod in complete cluelessness. Whatever. I don't plan on messing with electricity, or any stuff that can kill you. Except driving. Oh, and childbirth. You know, the stuff I have to do.
On a more uplifting note, I made two new blankets this week. I had the fabric for a few weeks, but just hadn't got 'er done. They are really cute. When I have the motivation, I'll post some pictures. I also want to make a new blanket for Sabrina and Sasha. I went to two different fabric stores and was extremely underwhelmed at their flannel selection. I guess it's back to fabric.com for me!
On a less uplifting note, we have had random electric failures at our house. The lights will flicker and go off for a few seconds to a few minutes at a time. But it's not EVERY light. It's the kitchen, living room, some outlets in the TV room, Sabrina's room, and Sasha's room. The downstairs, bathroom, our room, and the lights in the TV room stay on. Weird. Fortunately, Mari's husband is an electrician so we're finagling him to come up and see what the heck is wrong. Zane keeps throwing out words like "bad breaker" and I nod in complete cluelessness. Whatever. I don't plan on messing with electricity, or any stuff that can kill you. Except driving. Oh, and childbirth. You know, the stuff I have to do.
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