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I’m Baacckkk

Sunday, January 5th, 2014

Yes, I’m alive. Yes, this will sound like one of the countless form letters you received over the holidays, and no, it won’t be nearly as interesting. 

I just want to say that we finally moved 4 days before Christmas, which was 3 days after I got the stomach flu, 2 days after Phil got it, and 1 day before my sitter got it. I predicted my demise in my last post two weeks ago, so I can’t say I was surprised to wake up two midnight’s later barfing. Now it’s been a week since Emmett got pink eye and 5 days since Phil followed suit. I need to sage our new house for good health karma.

Despite some of these bumps, we managed to buy a real, live tree, decorate it, and settle into our house amid the cacophony of Christmas music competing with chain saws and sanders by our construction crew.

Now I am overcome with gratitude for the beautiful house we own and for an amazing crew who made it happen. I am so grateful for my health and that of my family’s. Whenever I get really sick, which isn’t often, it gives me such perspective on how people with chronic conditions have the will/stamina to fight.  I could barely move for at least a day, and I kept thinking, I don’t know how they do it. I think I would give up. I hope I never have to make that decision.

As I go into the year 2014, I plan on getting my writing back on track. I’ve missed it. I also want to make this a year in which I move a little slower. Not physically, because I happen to be a fast walker and I like to run. I’m talking more on a macro level. I don’t want to become so frazzled that I buy meat again from pseudo-Jesse on Breaking Bad, or that I get so stressed out that I come down with the stomach flu (though that may have happened no matter what). I feel really present with my kids, so they aren’t part of my resolution. But they are the reasons for them.

I plan on committing myself to yoga and running at least twice a week. I also want to commit to eating healthy in a way that I can reduce my cholesterol, which has gotten too high for my liking. I’m not a young parent, but I plan to be an old one. My mind body and spirit all need to be nurtured a little.

None of this out of reach. These are my realistic goals (and please tell me yours. It’s fun to hear).

Okay friends, this is where my boring Christmas letter ends and my New Year begins.

It’s good to be back.

(This picture was taken from our window on moving day. Pretty cool, huh?)

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Moths, Move, And A Barfing Baby

Tuesday, December 10th, 2013

I didn’t throw myself in front of a bus. I didn’t check myself into the psych ward. Yet. I didn’t buy more meat. And I’m trying like mad to remember the most basic human instinct: to breathe.

But I do know I’ve largely disappeared. Joe, my guest blogger, is writing some hilarious and oh-so-true blog posts to help me out while I swim upstream.

We are moving this week. All reasons for the above scenarios. Especially when I woke up this morning to Emmett vomiting. The ticking time bomb is upon us. I’m fully expecting us all to get sick. Which will happen first? Massive family barfing or the move? I’m guessing it will all happen at once. Except…I think the east coast snowstorm may have helped me out a bit.

We are moving into a house that is still under renovation. I pushed the date as far as I could. Movers booked for Wednesday and Thursday. But the place is full of sawdust and 17 workers. Now, my landlord is delayed on the east coast. So even though the movers are coming, we can now stay at our rental through the weekend. This is huge since I prefer to barf in a scenario I will soon be leaving. Bye germs. Have fun with the next tenant! We’re out of here.

But in the midst of all this chaos, I forgot about the moths. For two years we rented this place we have watched our wool and cashmere sweaters whittle away, piece by piece. My moths must be obese with the amount they’ve eaten. Once we realized it was happening (and threw away so much, as it was completely unsalvageable) I now have everything wool/cashmere in airtight bins with cedar planks. However, I am worried about the eggs that could be in all of our clothing. I want to make sure I don’t take any of these money-grubbing, wool-sucking pests with us.

So I woke up this morning and realized “F-ck. I have to wash every piece of clothing.” Then Em started barfing. Perfect. 

My question is, do I really have to wash everything? Even Fia and Emmett’s clothes? I don’t think they have moths. I’ve never seen one in their rooms and they don’t have wool or cashmere. And what about our sheets and towels? This seems to be a huge undertaking the day before we move. I know they can lay their eggs anywhere though. They only feast on wool/cashmere. Right now I have 4 huge plastic garbage bags full of clean clothes, tied up and staying moth-free. What’s another 10 more loads?

I know that the east/southeast coast is paralyzed with ice and snow and this may not be the biggest problem to anyone. Not even me, really. But I just wanted to check in, tell you why I wasn’t blogging so much, and on the off chance anyone has had a moth problem, I’d love to hear your advice.

Em just woke up from his nap and has diarrhea. So now I actually do have a bigger problem.

I will check in soon. Bye for now.

 

Pic of sick baby via Shutterstock

Moth pic via Shutterstock

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How Easy Is It To Get Rid of the Pacifier?

Thursday, November 29th, 2012

Could it really be this easy? Or did I just get über-lucky? Did something that I have anticipated (and dreaded) having to do for 3 years just come and go without a fuss or protest? I was envisioning sleepless nights, Fia calling out to us, begging for her pacifier back. I pictured me begging Phil to just give in. I hate to see my baby sad. (Yeah, I know, get over it. At least when we are talking about a piece of plastic that has long worn out its welcome.)

None of my fears came to pass.

Maybe it’s because her lip rash gave us such a good out. “Honey, the doctor says you can’t use your pacifier anymore.” Maybe it’s because she’s going to be 3 on Sunday. “Fia, you’re about to be a really big girl. And only babies use pacifiers.” Or maybe she was just ready to let go.

On Sunday we watched the Elmo episode for the 103rd (and hopefully last) time, about Bye Bye Binky.

On Monday night, 6 days before her birthday, we packaged up her “Bagdee,” wrote a note saying that Fia hoped the baby on the receiving end would find comfort in it, and sent it off. To, well, my mother-in-law’s house. I didn’t know where else to address it.  Knowing her, she’ll keep it and someday when Fia is really a big girl, we’ll show her the note and the pacifier that gave her parents such angst (and even made our former nanny pissed at me).

She came down with a stomach flu and fever on Wednesday. “She’s really uncomfortable,” I said to Phil. “Should we give it back to her?” I got an emphatic NO. And further pointing out that she hasn’t even asked for it. So why would we offer it up?? Um, right. Good point. I don’t know…because I’m a mom and want to do anything to make my child feel better???? Maybe I need a pacifier.

At any rate, I have written at least 11 blogs about the pacifier and posted many a picture with Fia and that thing. I’m happy to say, I think those days are over. (At least until Emmett has his turn. But so far, he doesn’t seem to be as attached.)

This is one milestone I’m not overly sentimental about. In fact, I’d much rather see her smile…and now I will. Even at night.

The picture above was when she was about 18 months old. I always wanted her to have one in reach.

This pic from Halloween. Such a pretty mouth.

 Why cover it up?

 

Pacifier picture at top via Shutterstock

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