My Handsome Men

Some days are rough. Alex is screaming, Zach is complaining about the cleanliness of the house, I have eight million assignments due and not enough sleep to function. We have no food in the house, but after Alex’s earlier tantrum the last thing I want to do is grocery shop with him. It’s raining, so Alex and I can’t even go outside. I have to drive to a Dr.’s appointment (with Alex in tow) and the traffic? Is appalling. In the middle of the day! My head hurts, my lower back hurts, my brain hurts. Alex needs a haircut, but we can barely afford to buy food for the next week and a half. I have to fill out a million and one forms for nursing school. I have to get my fingerprints taken by the FBI, criminal record checks, child abuse checks. I still have no idea how I’m going to pay for this next year of schooling. Alex pooped in the tub. Again. Alex threw yogurt all over the kitchen. Again. I stubbed my toe. Again.

Some days are definitely rough. But even on those days I can find peace. I look at my two handsome men, and it’s hard to stay upset. While they may sometimes be the source of my stress, they are also my major source of comfort. While they may sometimes make me crazy, they are also my sanity.

Snack Time


Getting Our Money’s Worth

This has been an expensive two years for our household.

First, there was the whole pregnancy and labor thing. It’s expensive to have a baby. Especially when it’s a cesarean section. Then, Alex was in the NICU and the Pediatric ICU for days after his birth. Staying in a hospital is expensive.

Then? All of those early-babyhood appointments. Vaccines are expensive.

Next up came the horrifying news that Alex was going to have to have surgery for a hernia. Surgery is expensive.

Then I had the fun opportunity to visit the Emergency Room two months ago because of intense abdominal pain. ER visits and blood tests? Yup! Expensive.

Since then I’ve been back to my primary care physician twice, who last week told me that it probably was not my diagnosed problem of gastritis (finally someone listened to me!). I had an ultrasound, and the next day my doctor called to tell me I have gallstones. Adding up all of those appointments and the ultrasound? Phew! Expensive!

In two weeks I’ll meet with a surgeon and schedule a time to have my gallbladder removed. Yet another surgery will just add to our increasing cost of staying healthy in this family. (Lucky Zach is as healthy as a horse! Although he needs to schedule a physical! Hear that, Zach?)

Needless to say, I am so very, very, thankful that we have health insurance. If we had to pay for all of this out of pocket we would be drowning in debt. The cost of health care is absurd, and it’s no wonder people will refuse to get taken care of when they have no health insurance. It’s no wonder you don’t see people finally getting help until it’s too late. We are lucky. Hopefully one day we won’t just be lucky, we’ll be the norm.

Birthday Hair

I got my hair cut last week. It was the first haircut I’ve had in a long time where I walked away saying, “Wow! I love this!” The stylist was great, complimented my hair numerous times, and took the time to tell me how to blow dry my hair properly.

On Thursday night, I decided it was time for a change in color. I haven’t dyed my hair since before I found out I was pregnant with Alex. Needless to say, it was a mess. The last few inches of it were still dark red, while the rest was my natural color: mousy brown. I figured with a new cut and my graduation party the next day it was the perfect time to make a change.

While it’s a little redder than I was expecting, I like it.

So, now I have new hair. New hair that helped me celebrate my graduation on Friday night and new hair that will be there with me to celebrate my Birthday tomorrow.

I Bring You “D”

I have never been more impressed with bloggers who post every day regularly.

It’s not that I necessarily don’t have a lot that I want to write about, it’s that I want to mostly focus my blog on my family and occasional odd situations I encounter. It would probably make sense for me to find another outlet for my more politically minded posts, but they are pretty sporadic and often are in some way connected to Alex. Everything is connected to him these days. The life of a mom, I guess.

So today, I am thanking the wonderful ClumberKim for passing on the letter “D” to me. Here’s how it works (thanks, Uncle Crappy!): You leave a comment on this post, and I’ll assign you a letter. You write about ten things you love that begin with your assigned letter, and post it at your place. When people comment on your list, you give them a letter, and the chain continues on and on.

I bring you: The Letter D!

I grew up dancing. As a young child, I was a gymnast. I rolled and tumbled with the best of them, but quit when it became too competitive. Moving on to dance, I fell in love. I took ballet, jazz, modern and tap, but my passion was definitely in tap. I continued to dance throughout young adolescence, but gave it up in the middle of high school. I still love dance. Not only is it great exercise, it is fun

Desperate Housewives I can’t help it. I have loved that show since I first sat down with Season 1 on DVD and watched it from beginning to end during Finals period my second year at Smith. I love the ridiculousness of it all.

Denver What’s not to love? The weather is beautiful. It’s a fun city. My Great Aunt (Grandmother’s sister) lives there.

Donnie Darko: I am in love with this movie. The music is fantastic, the acting is great, and I love movies that force you to think.

Dessert: Sweets are my weakness. I love brownies, cookies, cakes, pies, you name it. I probably enjoy making them as much as I enjoy eating them.

Dalai Lama: It’s kind of cheesy to say that I like him, but I do. He came to speak at Smith before I left, and it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. Listening to his words and watching him interact with people was moving. Seeing him and the other monks walk around campus was a surreal experience, and it was even more surreal to see all of the pictures posted online after his visit.

Dad: Not my dad, but Zach. I love him, think he is an amazing father, and know he is going to continue to be SuperDad.

Dogs: Yes, I love dogs. I grew up with a Basset Hound and Cocker Spaniel, Phoebe and Sebastian, and was profoundly depressed after each one died. I’ve always had an odd fascination with tiny dogs that yap, but mostly I would love to own a Labrador Retriever, probably a black one. My Uncle has always had Labs, and each one that he has had through the years I have fallen in love with. His current Lab is actually a mutt named Lola. Lola is well behaved, smart, sweet, and was scared of Alex, which continually cracked me up. My mom currently has an adorable Pembroke Welsh Corgi named Jackson, who is wild and crazy but oh-so-sweet.

Drinking: I love wine. I love beer. ‘Nuff said.

Diving: During the olympics, Diving was one of my favorite things to watch. This is kind of a stretch (honestly, I was having trouble thinking of a tenth “D” that I loved), but it really is an amazing sport.

Want a letter? Let me know!

Overheard in Pittsburgh

I was walking to class this morning directly behind two young women. They looked very young, so I’m guessing they were probably prospective students or freshman. One was wearing a mini skirt, tank top, and flip flops. The other had on a winter jacket.

Girl #1: I was talking to Jared, and he says there is no way that is true.
Girl #2: Jared doesn’t know everything, you know. Maybe he’s covering for her.
Girl #1: I just don’t believe it. She wouldn’t do something like that!
Girl #2: It’s totally true! She is such a slut.
Girl #1: But she’s just so…nice!
Girl #2: Nice people can be sluts too, you know.

Words of wisdom.

November 4th: More Than Just Election Day

There are 57 days remaining until the end of the year. That means 2009 is right around the corner.

Before 2009, though, three very important dates will pass:

First, my birthday. We all know how important birthdays are, right?

Second, Christmas. I have always loved Christmas. It’s my favorite time of year. Between a birthday and Christmas, you really can’t go wrong.

Third, I will be graduating. Finally. I have worked so hard to finish up my Smith degree, and I just can’t wait to be done with it. I’ll by no means be finished with school, but I will have completed my Bachelor’s degree, and only one semester late.

It’s too bad all of this is happening at once, though. If you have a birthday near Christmas (Hi, Anglophile Football Fanatic!) you understand how much it can be a bummer. Now throwing my College graduation on top of that? Kinda sucks. But it will be an exciting week with a birthday celebration, Christmas, and a graduation party.

On top of all of that, I should be hearing from Nursing Schools regarding my application for entry in in Fall of 2009 sometime this winter. My fingers are crossed.

Now please, go vote. Sure, November 4th is a lot more than just election day: it’s Laura Bush’s birthday and Flag Day in Panama. But if you do nothing else today and you live in the United States, vote. After you vote, you can get all sorts of free stuff. So, if you need a good reason to vote, vote to get free stuff. Also, vote because it is your right. Every vote counts.

Why I Love My Son

This past December, my phone stopped charging. It would indicate that it was fully charged, but when I tried to make a call I couldn’t talk on it for more than 3 minutes before it would die. Fortunately, I was able to get a new phone from my Best Friend, Sarah.

Unfortunately, that phone stopped working last week. Every once in a while I would let Alex play with my phone. He was just so. fascinated. by it. He loved that it not only opened, but that it opened two different ways. He loved that when you pressed a button something happened on the screen. He loved that he was playing with something that he knew he wasn’t really supposed to be playing with.

Suddenly the phone stopped making noise. It wouldn’t ring. When I called someone, I couldn’t hear it ringing and I couldn’t hear them talking. My poor Mother had to deal with me acting like an idiot, swearing at my phone, completely unaware that she could hear me. (Think Michael Cera in Superbad.)

Obviously, a broken phone requires getting a new phone.

Thank goodness for credit cards, because I splurged and bought myself a beautiful iPhone. It’s the first thing I’ve bought for myself in… months. (Unless you count Starbucks.)

I’m officially a cool kid. And so is Alex for breaking my phone so that I didn’t have to.

Black and White Alex