Ugly bags of mostly water

Right after Ry and I got married, we started Tivoing some of the old Star Trek Next Generation episodes.  I didn't remember watching this one the first time around (it premiered in 1988), but I laughed until I cried when I saw it the second time.  What a great description for people, giant ugly bags of mostly water.  I went around calling people ugly bags of mostly water for a good couple of weeks.

Fast forward to this week when my chemistry professor calls people big bags of water.  I think I actually snorted before I realized that 1., no one else thought it was funny and 2., since most of the people in my class were born after this show premiered, the likelihood of them having seen it was very small.  Of course, it didn't end there.  No, Prof went on to discuss the fact that our cells were just little bags of water, so really we were lots of tiny bags of water making up a giant bag of water.  I can't be sure he was referencing this episode, but he's quirky and strange, so I suspect he was.

Fun with euphemisms

This is why my kids are going to know the anatomically correct terms for their genitalia.  

Pooey Time

Bedtime is a fun little ritual in our house.  We go upstairs and feed kitty (who is starving).  Then we change a diaper, get pajama-ed, and give kisses and squeezes.  Lately, T has been kissing our noses and giving big, open-mouthed kisses because Ry says "Pooey" when he does it.  Tonight, he gave us sloppy licks up our cheeks and foreheads.  He dissolves into uncontrollable laughter when he does it to Ry, both because of the reaction and (I think) the stubble.  It's funny, but not nearly so much to do it to me.  I consider this cosmic retribution for all the times my dear husband has done this to me.  Pooey.

Successful Bargain Hunting

We are having a string of gorgeous, 80+ degree days here in NJ.  This morning, I decided to hit the garage sale circuit.  We found a bassinet and a double stroller (plus more toys that T really doesn't need).  The stroller is in pristine condition and is one of those sit and stand type, which will be perfect for when we're wheeling T and the new baby around.  When we were playing outside this afternoon I noticed that were it not for garage sales and craigslist T would have practically no outdoor toys.  I wonder how many times kid's toys get recycled.

9 Things

1. Nothing motivates you to clean your toilet like throwing up every morning.

2. Items I had to remove from the bathroom before I could clean today: train, tamborine, pillow.

3. Spring makes me want to shop.  Maybe it's bringing out all the summer clothes or maybe it's just that the weather is nice, but I want to go and buy stuff.

4. There is nothing better than listening to your baby sing along with songs in the car.

5. All my clothes are too big, except for around my waist.  This makes me look sloppy. I'm really looking forward to dress weather.

6. I'm having a hard time getting excited about the end of the semester since I have three more classes on tap for the summer.

7. I'm ashamed to admit how excited I am for Sesame Place to open for the season.

8. I heart my new screen door. Thanks Papa and Lala for the Christmas money. Thanks for installing it honey. You are one handy man.

9. I slept for 12 hours last night. Thank you migraine headache!

Two Things

Two things made me smile today.

1. We ordered pizza online via dominos.com .  You pick out your pizzas and submit your order.  Then, you can watch  the steps of pizza preparation and delivery.  I learned that it look about 3 minutes for them to prepare our pizza and less than 10 for the pizza to cook.  I then learned that our Pizza Delivery Expert, Rolando, was on his way with our pizza.  It was like reality TV pizza ordering.  It was really fun.

2. I bought Kool-Aid today.  Soda and I aren't getting along too well, but I wanted something other than water and milk.  Ry and I remembered making Kool-Aid as kids, complete with collecting the Kool-Aid points to get cool stuff.  He suggested I get out a big wooden spoon to mix it up. Oooh, Yeah!  When we were kids, there were dozens of flavors. Today I only found about 6.   It was quite tasty.  We let T have a drink, and he's hooked.  At one point during dinner, he had his snack cup, milk cup, and Ry's Kool-Aid cup on his tray.  He pointed to each in turn and said "Juice in it. Milk in it. Purple in it."  Then he turned to us and said "More purple please!"

Technology and nostalgia; two things that made me smile.

T nin it

Somehow we've gotten into the habit of tracing hands, feet, and whatever else is handy with T.  This is how he colors now.  No random scribbles for my kid ... only tracing.  Then he wants us to put a "T nin it."  This started because we chalked our feet outside and put a T for him, an M for Mommy and a D for Daddy.  Now everything needs a "T nin it."  This is what I woke up to this morning.  Made my morning.

That was unpleasant

As if the morning sickness wasn't bad enough, Monday night I got a nasty, nasty GI bug.  I threw up every 30 minutes from 8 pm to 6 am.  The topper?  Ry was out of town and I had an exam Tuesday.  I'm feeling mostly human again, but far from 100%.  I'll be back blogging when my life returns to something like normal.

We don't hit people with penguins!

... and other things I never expected to come out of my mouth.

Wow!

It was a big week for Grandma's.  We also got T's tricyle from his Mummu.  He hasn't quite gotten the pedal rhythmn, but is enjoying scooting around the house.  We're hoping for a sunny day tomorrow to take it outside. Thanks Mummu!

A Big Boy's Room

T's Neena made him a beautiful quilt for his new big boy room. I can't believe how much it makes the room look like a kid's room.  I'm not sure if I'm ready for him to be a big boy. Sniffle.  There are also curtains, but we haven't had a chance to get them up yet.  More pictures to come. Thanks Neena, it's beautiful and I can only imagine how much time this must've taken. We love you!

Breakfast Fail

So there I was, after my morning class, when I started to get the familiar stomach churn.  Great, I thought, my first appointment with the college commode.  I went into the bathroom, only to discover the first 4 stalls were something approaching biohazard.  The final stall looked mostly clear of bodily fluids, so in I ventured.  I gingerly lifted the lid and crouched down.  Sure enough, one look at the bowl was all it took.  I awkwardly crouched, trying not to touch anything, while holding my hair out of my face.  Then, the autoflush went off.  And went off, and went off and went off.  I groped blindly in my bag until I found a piece of paper to put in front of the sensor, which mercifully stopped the flushing.  Empty at last, I went out to wash my hands and brush my teeth only to receive a condescending stare from a staff member who was obviously in the room for my performance.  Thank you for your obvious concern staff lady.  If this wasn't round two, my dignity would've taken an enormous hit today.

Luuuuv Sarah Haskins

Her latest take on the Carl's Jr. ads.  How do companies still get away with this crap?

Grrr, new prereqs

As of the second week of March, my program added two new prerequisites that had to be completed before petitioning for the nursing curriculum.  I had my final courses all planned out, one per semester, until I (hopefully) start in Fall 2010.  Since Fall and Spring of the coming year are pretty well shot, due to the impending arrival of Baby 2.0, I had no idea how I was going to get these finished.  This would mean waiting an entire extra year (until 2011) to start the nursing curriculum.  This was not my A plan.

I went to visit the program director about enrolling for the summer.  She told me that the spots were being reserved for those students beginning this Fall 2009. (Nice surprise for them, eh?).  She told me to come back a few days later and she would see what could be done.  So, two days later, T and I trouped to her office to beg for a precious spot.  Lucky for me, I got spots in both classes for the summer B session.  It means that my entire summer is shot (I get about 1 week off), but my plan is overall uncompromised.

Misheard

T was on the floor playing with a Winnie the Pooh phone.  He likes to talk back to it. "Bird! Pooh!"  I swear I just heard him say "Maggot!"

I tire of eating

Here's one of those things I never thought I'd say: I'm tired of eating.  When I was pregnant with T, I was so nauseous that the mere thought of food had me running for the bathroom. This time, it's not nearly as extreme, and for that I'm truly grateful.  However, once I get through the morning commode genuflecting, I find that I have to eat ... all ... day ... long.  Indeed, if I forget to eat at least every two hours (or sit down for too long) I start to get that familiar stomach churn. A month ago, I would've thought this would be great.  

Here's the thing.  I'm not hungry. I rarely crave anything.  Nothing really sounds appetizing. But eat I must.  I'm trying to choose food that's relatively healthy, so I don't weigh 200 pounds by November.  Being pregnant is funny.  The two things I intuitively want to do, curl up on the couch and abstain from smelly food are the two things I have to avoid.  The consequences of ignoring food are dire.  Would someone like to come make something inventive and tempting to my palate?