Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
"How to make money."
Ahem. Maybe we ought to focusing on teaching our children more SPIRITUAL values. Sheesh.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
So thank you, PVT, for having a full time job. I just wouldn't make it.
See? There is still plenty of good in the world. But you probably knew that.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
I know you've seen this video, but humor me and watch it again.
I have played it so often that my son just shakes his head and rolls his eyes. It just makes me so HAPPY. It has gotten me through the three pregnant girls at Chic Fil A; our pregnant neighbor; various newborns; it has gotten me through Pam being pregnant; it has gotten me through having to watch - forty times - the episode where freaking Dora's mother has twins. Come ON.
I don't know what will face this young couple in their lives. Being the solipsist I am, I see everything through the prism of my own little loss right now and wonder: will they have to suffer through a miscarriage? I fervently hope not; I wouldn't wish that on anyone, not even a Mrs. Hitler. (Well, maybe just her.) But I suspect that whatever challenges face these two, they will get through. Beautifully.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Woo hoo! I have spent enough to have earned Level Two Nordstrom Fashion Rewards!
What does this mean? Well, I get "Early Access" to the Anniversary Sale, and an "Invitation to the Holiday Private Shopping Event," which doesn't do me dog doo here in Tulsa. But I do get "Complimentary standard shipping for Nordstrom purchases, in-store and online. Up to $10.00 per transaction." That's RATHER interesting. And get this: "If you’re experiencing a fashion emergency, a Nordstrom specialist will be ready to assist you anytime, day or night. Simply refer to your Fashion Rewards membership card for the dedicated phone number."
A FASHION EMERGENCY? My Gawd, I love Nordstrom.
The Fashion Rewards go up to Level 4, where you get free alterations, access to "specially designed shopping packages," and "personal concierge services." Personal concierge? Hmmm. I'm sure if you spend enough, they'll shut down the store for you while you shop naked for Jimmy Choos and diamond tiaras. And Blake Nordstrom himself keeps refilling your glass of Veuve Cliquot, and gives you frequent rubdowns and foot massages.
Things to aspire to.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Look at this beautiful little plum:
bon bons and read US Weekly.
I guess it's better than her being 15 and expelled for smoking something under the bleachers with a boy named Blade, right? And today at her 15 month check up, the doctor, divining from her growth chart, predicted she was going to be TALL and SKINNY. With that in a girl's future, I'm not even sure she'll NEED school.
Monday, October 19, 2009
And here, all of us trying to survive a dinner en famille:
It was good to get away, good to just be with ourselves, tantrums over arcade games notwithstanding. Though I couldn't stop two twin thoughts from shuttling back and forth in my head, ping pong balls lobbed to the ground every time: where did my baby go? And: will we be stupid enough, crazy enough, to leap again?
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Whacko Catholics and our statues and figurines.The minions were duly impressed with Miscarriage Mary, but got a lot more excited about her box:
Yes, someone is ALWAYS naked around here.
Last night I became unhinged after I learned about this chick. Have you heard of her? (That sound is PVT groaning.) Apparently she was on the Real World San Francisco. Like me, she had her first child at 28, her second at 30, her third at 32, and her fourth at 34. UNLIKE me, she got to have her fifth at 36. And now she is expecting her SIXTH at 38. I'm sure she is a lovely person, the freaking wench.Ahem.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
After a night of no sleep, I got up at the atrocious hour of 5:05 am to head to the hospital for my D&C. Woo hoo! The IV was - laughably - the worst part: it took two nurses three tries to get the darn thing in. Aside from this minor trauma, and my inevitable gurglings of tears (Anesthesiologist: "Did you have a miscarriage?" Me: "Sniff, yes, hic...sniff, sniff."), the procedure itself went quite smoothly. It was probably a more relaxing morning than getting the kids fed and off to school.
And now...home. Empty. Void. Left with my questions (we'll get a pathologist's report in a week, which may or may not be illuminating), my wistfulness, my WTFs, my raccoon eyes.
PVT and I are terribly negligent chroniclers of our lives. Last night, I realized I had no pictures of myself pregnant with Garbanzo. So we took this, me in my red-eyed, puffy glory - too late, but better than nothing:
I look at this picture now, wondering: why did I spend this short time with Garbanzo fretting, worrying about swine flu, disinfecting, Purelling? Why did I not revel more in this new pregnancy and in the shrieking, rambunctious family I already have? If there is any peace I will glean from this loss, it will be from learning this stupid cliche yet again: have FUN with your kids. Let the spelling test and wet diaper slide. F*ck up a bit here and there, if it means you can enjoy it all a bit more. We cannot protect these rugrats from everything. But we must be the keepers and spreaders of joy in these gorgeous, raucous families we've already got. That we can control.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Knowing someone is thinking about you, coupled with an obscene quantity of chocolate strawberries, doesn't eradicate grief. But it sure does help.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Amazing what a bit of faux blood and gore will do for one's outlook on life.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Because it would be such a shame to limit some of these frocks to JUST ONE body. Regardless of details like gender.