Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Speaking of birth control, here is our beautiful chubberbug of a six week old:
And I do mean chubberbug! She now weighs ten and a half pounds. That's quite impressive in a mere six weeks from 5'13", don't you think? Even an adult would have to spend some serious hot fudge time to do that amount of damage. Apparently I manufacture heavy whipping cream. Woo hoo!
I am a bit chagrined to admit I was moved to take some pictures of her today because last night I realized we had hardly any of her. Why? Because we are terrible at picture taking; it's hard to take a decent picture of a newborn; we (I) have been a bit - preoccupied/psychotic - since she was born? And last night I was in full "what if" mode: what if her little cough...is something more! I had taken her to the doctor, because I had never a such a wee one with a cough and it scared the pehoosuz out of me. It wasn't pneumonia; it wasn't RSV; it could have been croup, but the doctor had never seen it in such a little one...so she sent me on my way with my saline spray and syringe.
So I spent the night alternately spritzing her nose, spending time in a humid bathroom, and making sure her chest was moving up and down. And wondering if she could have whooping cough.
PVT is rolling his eyes back into his head.
She is still coughing and snuffling a bit today, but she seems better. I suppose it's not easy living with my constant castastrophizing. But if someone isn't a little crazy, something could slip by...right? That is my greatest fear.
Luckily the only thing that slipped during these 24 hours was an area of our wood floor. Where my dear Will colored (inadvertently; his marker left the paper) with a Sharpie. That shite ain't coming out.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
And so! Off the seven of us went!
And the boys rode cheezy rides! (Surprisingly this was thrilling for them, since we have somehow managed in eight years of parenthood to avoid the dubious local fair scene.)
And we consumed inappropriate lengths of mystery sausages!
And no one cried too much, or had a nuclear holocaust of a breakdown!
The only real tragedy of our excursion? We learned too late there were two tents for beer consumption: the White Trash Tent with lame American piss beers, like Coors Light - this tent of course being the tent for those people who go to fairs just to sit, eat funnel cakes and drink beer. (NOT that there's anything wrong with that, of course.) Here our clan landed for a short period to sample the desserts and dance a little polka while PVT searched in vain for some actual German beer. The kiddies, though, were becoming restless before he could find the Authentic German Tent with real German Spaten. Somehow the organizers of this event thought that the White Trash Tent should be featured more prominently than the Authentic German Tent.
Krikey. It's OKTOBERFEST.
And so? We VTs left Oktoberfest having consumed nary a tipple of lager.
But we are going to suck Oktoberfest 2022 DRY, my friends.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Boss? I need a raise - just for morale purposes, if nothing else.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
A mother mole who has a CAVITY, for cripes' sake. I've got to get that filled next week.
But last night I arose briefly to the surface: I went out with my girls Ravishing Red Ann and Kappa Kappa Karen for drinks! And dinner! Perfect Margaritas (or, in Kappa Kappa Karen's case, a Greyhound. With Freshly Squeezed Grapefruit Juice. Very Important that's it's freshly squeezed.) all around!
And it was wonderful! We talked! We drank! We laughed! And I realized that there is life outside my little mole cavern. And watching the other seemingly carefree people quaff and laugh was very therapeutic.
So mummies, if you haven't gone out for a while, go! Find a date, get your girls, and go! Perhaps this video will serve as inspiration (but don't watch it if your kiddies are around. It has colorful language.) (And methinks we will need to kick up our GNOs a notch around here...)
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
So: when my parents were here, I adopted their habit of having a libation at 4:30pm.
I have not yet broken that habit.
And by broken, I mean held out until 5pm.
Anyhoo, I thought I would share this ridiculously girly drink my mother has ordered much to our embarrassment and chagrin for the past 40 some odd years. No matter where we go, no one knows what the freak she is talking about.
It is called a Pink Squirrel:
It calls for 1 1/2 ounces of "creme de noyaux" (that's almond liqueur), 1/2 ounce of white creme de cocoa, and one ounce of light cream. Sure, you could substitute milk, but I would call you a total killjoy - it's an OUNCE, girls. Live a little. Shake all of these up in a mixer and pour over ice.
Such a subversive and retro drink must be enjoyed on a weeknight - try Tuesday. Because who else besides a Very Naughty Girl drinks on a TUESDAY? Although if you're reading this on Thursday, Thursday will work too.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Work, you say? MOI? Why do you think I keep getting knocked up?
Our lack of funds is too bad, because now that I'm not pregnant anymore (who knew the day would come?), I would like to shop. I'm still wearing an odd assortment of pregnancy dresses and one pair of large-ish Gap Jeans I bought out of necessity. One would think after a jillion pregnancies, I would have a great assortment of clothes in various sizes, but NO: once I lose enough baby weight, I give everything too big AWAY, convinced I will NEVER be that...padded again. Hah! Hah!
And I just love these "motorcycle boots" - they seem to be the sort of thing a suburban mother of five would NEVER wear:
Which is precisely why I desire them - they would look a bit bad ass in the carpool lane or the elementary school cafeteria, yes?
Because even though I am so far from bad ass right now, I would really like to fake it.