September 6th, 2010
|11:41 am - The theater|
Seattle Children's Theater has a great season this year, so I became a subscriber and got tickets to Lyle the Crocodile and Go Dog Go. I love the Lyle Crocodile books. We will bring Rafael and hope that he will be enthralled enough to sit still. I think it is a bit weird that I've never taken Naomi to a movie theater, only to live theater.
Current Mood: peaceful
Current Music: Classic King fm
March 24th, 2008
|09:49 pm - Hannah banana|
Many of my old high school chums had children WAY before I did (like right after high school), and therefore their children are much older than Naomi. One friend, Tamara, takes her nine year old daughter Kaitlyn to every adolescent-type concert: Hilary Duff, Hannah Montana, Jonas Brothers or whatever their name is, etc. I personally feel like Kaitlyn is a little young, especially since Tamara will also dress Kaitlyn up, fix her hair in some crazy way, put make-up on her, and then rent a limo to take Kaitlyn and all of her friends to the concert.
Here is the thing I don't understand. Tamara also listens to Hannah Montana. That isn't too surprising, because Tamara still thinks, acts, and behaves like a high schooler. However, she isn't the only mom that is like this. I happened to catch an episode of Oprah a few days ago, and Miley Cyrus, aka Hannah Montana was on. I watched so I could figure out what the big deal was. Keep in mind that the audience is made up of adult women, not tweens. They were screaming and crying when Miley came onstage. CRYING. I like a lot of the music that I buy for Naomi, but I certainly wouldn't cry if I met Dan Zanes or Elizabeth Mitchell. Cripes, get ahold of yourself.
Oh, and Billy Ray Cyrus is a dumbass and a really bad dancer.
Current Mood: confused
Current Music: No me llamas frijolero
March 5th, 2008
|01:05 pm - Una carta a Mexico|
Usted puede tener Tejas. No lo queremos.
Current Mood: disappointed
February 2nd, 2007
|07:22 am - Bloody Hell, Harry!|
The final Harry Potter book will be available on July 21st!
Current Mood: ecstatic
January 17th, 2006
|11:59 am - keeping bizzy|
I've been trying to stay preoccupied, so I don't dwell on the fact that the skeletal alien could be here any day now. We had a sudden influx of enrollment at the tutoring center, so I have to work every day this week. This is normal for January, as ISTEP scores come out, and parents freak out at the results, think their child is dumb, and seek help. Apparently we are getting six or more students from a particular school that is failing to meet No Child Left Behind standards. The government will be paying the center about $2000 per student for 40 hours of instruction. Thank you, tax payers, even though I won't receive any of that money.
I got a quote from U-Haul over the weekend, as Israel requested, and of course the price for renting their smallest truck is insane, just as I predicted it would be. We need to get rid of EVERYTHING. We can only take what will fit into our two cars. So yesterday, I started to clean out my closet. I have twenty pairs of jeans, not including maternity jeans. Who needs twenty pairs of jeans? I now have 3 big bags of clothing to sell, and I'm sure I'll have more soon. I can't wait to get rid of my maternity clothing. It was cute for a few months, but now I can't stand to look at it. I'll be going through my books next. I plan to keep only children's books and teaching-related materials. I know I could ship those to Seattle, but I need to make sure that they will actually get there, as my brother lost all of his books when he moved to Boston.
38 weeks and 2 days, and except for being heavy and uncomfortable, I feel fine.
Current Mood: time for lunch
Current Music: KUOW
January 13th, 2006
|08:42 pm - *headdesk*|
Apparently, R. Kelly is now a reggaeton artist. Last time I checked, R. Kelly is neither Latino nor does he speak Spanish. For the record, I did not find this out by visiting his website. I saw his new album on a reggaeton website.
Current Mood: confused
Current Music: ray-gay-tone
December 23rd, 2005
|01:37 pm - female baby name|
Back in October, I had settled on the name Callie Helena for a girl. I was pretty sure that I had cleared the name with Israel, but then all of a sudden he didn't like it. He likes Helena, but he said that he can't pronounce Callie. Considering it is the same as the first two syllables in the word "caliente," I find that a little hard to believe, but it does sound more like "Kelly" or "Caw-lee" when he says Callie. I am very much against the name he wants for a girl, Isis, so I decided to compromise and find a completely new name. We both like the names Fiona and Naomi.
So the the new name is: Fiona Teagan
I'm still mourning the loss of Callie, so I'm starting to hope that the skeletal alien is a boy, since I'm enamored with the boy's name I came up with, Rhys Antony. People keep asking me what gender I *think* the baby is, but honestly, I don't have any strong feelings one way or the other. Next week at the ultrasound, I want to see (if possible) the face, other physical development, and the position of the baby, but I want the gender to remain hidden.
Current Mood: quixotic
Current Music: Kitty's "old man" snoring
December 22nd, 2005
|01:23 pm - It's fabulous, sweetie darling. Is it Lacroix?|
If you are interested, here is the link to my diaper bag. I got the "Bowler" Kane style, black with blue trim.
|12:17 pm - posting to avoid doing other stuff|
Christmas came early. Yesterday I got two packages from the post office: the diaper bag I ordered from Nordstrom, and the hotsling I "won" on ebay. The carseat showed up last week. That thing is HUGE. On Tuesday, Israel bought me a glider/rocking chair from Goodwill. It is in really good condition. He also bought Kitty a scratching post that is wobbly and covered in cat hair. She seems to like it, but I would prefer to clean it and fix it before she gets too attached to it. I should never let him go to work with money in his wallet.
Tonight is the last birthing class. Last week I got upset with the instructor because she basically told everyone that episiotomies are good, and natural tearing is bad. I really want to take advice from someone who has had four c-sections. I already know what I want, but I don't like her feeding misinformation to the other parents, including Israel. After class I gave him the comparison of cutting cloth versus tearing cloth. The instructor did redeem herself by giving a big speech on the dangers of early induction and premature babies. I wanted to give her a standing ovation. Apparently she and the other nurses have seen an increase in "planned" deliveries when mothers believe that 37 weeks is a safe time to get the baby out, only to find out that *gasp* the baby is actually 35 weeks old. You mean the due date is just an estimate????
On Monday we had the Newborn Care class, which turned into "1244547435457889 questions about formula." Apparently none of the soon-to-be parents had realized how expensive formula is. What have these parents been doing for the last 30 weeks? Definitely not bothering to find out ANYTHING related to becoming parents. At least they are taking some classes, but COME ON. This class was taught by the same lactation consultant who did the breastfeeding class, so needless to say, she wasn't too happy.
Last night we watched a video about epidurals. Personally I thought the drawbacks outweighed the benefits, but I don't plan on getting one anyway. The women in LLL told me that St. Francis has a pretty high rate of epidural use, like 97% or something. We also did a mock c-section. Oh, please please please don't let that be me! Our instructor said that her 4 c-sections were due to her having CPD. At least I have my mom's body (not literally), and she had no problems giving birth vaginally, even with my HUGE brother (just kidding, I think he was a little over 8 pounds). We finally did the tour of the maternity ward and rooms. I asked the nurse if the birthing rooms had squatting bars, and first she said no, then she said that they did, but she'd never seen them used. I'm pretty sure Barb (nurse-midwife) had already told me that St. Francis DOES have squatting bars, so I'm going to ask her and Dr. Finley. Someone has to know how to use them, otherwise Israel and my doula *wink* will be my squatting supporters.
Current Mood: musthavechocolatesoymilk
Current Music: NPR: KUOW Weekday
December 13th, 2005
|03:01 pm - Sadistic sciatica|
I had my first birthing class on December 1st. So far I haven't learned anything new. I was disappointed to find out that the instructor has had four c-sections, but no vaginal births. Of course, the whole reason I'm taking the classes is to force myself to learn about c-sections and pain medication, in the unlikely event that I will need any of that. I've read pretty much every book at the library on giving birth, but I tend to skip anything that has to do with the dreaded c-section or epidural. Last Thursday would have been the second class, but it was cancelled due to the snowstorm. I also attended a breastfeeding class last week. Again, I already knew all of the information presented. At least we got to practice holding babies in various nursing positions. Israel and I quietly pretended to be offended that all of the plastic babies were white. Israel pulled the baby's hat down low, right above it's eyes, and called it a "cholo." I'm looking forward to the Newborn Care class, because Israel is finally going to learn how to change a diaper, ha ha.
On Sunday, Chrissie hosted my baby shower. The guest list was basically a Starbucks reunion. I received an insane amount of gifts, and all of them were useful: towels, washcloths, clothing, burp cloths, diapers, bathtub, baby wash, bibs, hats, blankets, bottles and pacifiers. Probably more pacifiers than I would like, but I'm still ambivalent on pacifier usage. I was trying to have the least amount of stuff possible, but my mom reminded me that the baby will sometimes go through five outfits a day. If I had a washer and dryer in the apartment, it wouldn't be a big deal, but the laundry room here is about 3 buildings away. Everyone at the party was sure that the skeletal alien will be a girl, while Bobby insists that it will be a boy.
I am currently 33 weeks, and still experiencing the easiest pregnancy possible. My only complaint is the sciatica. I've managed to lessen it with massages, yoga, and one of those microwaveable rice sock thingies. I just hate waking up in the middle of the night with numbness or unbearable shooting pain in my legs and thighs.
Holy crap. I will be 30 on Thursday.
Current Mood: thankful
Current Music: peeling an orange