Saturday, February 28, 2009
The Memphis Belle was displayed on the riverfront in Memphis, Tennessee for years and in 2005 when I was down there with visiting family we went to find it. The man at our hotel said it had been moved 600 miles away to Ohio and he was sad for us, us being English and probably not even knowing where Ohio was, never mind ever getting the chance to go. He laughed when we told him that's where we lived. What are the chances of that - the plane just getting moved the week we got there? I think that might be a classic case of Murphy's Law. Anyway, we still haven't seen the Memphis Belle because it is being restored but we'll be first in line when it gets displayed.
On the way home from the museum we swung by British food shop Wise Choice Foods which is owned by a widower, Harry, from Wales. Harry is a lovely, friendly man who chatted with us the whole time, gave Jack free lollies and even offered us a cup of tea - how British! (or how business savvy, depending upon your cynicism).
Anyway, on the way to the shop Craig had said to me "let's just buy what we need, not nostalgic stuff and things we don't need that will just sit in the cupboard". He said that because years ago we went to a British food shop and we bought all kinds of stupid food that we didn't even eat in England, like tins of treacle pudding and spotted dick. The latter we bought mainly to show American friends and get a laugh at how rude our puddings are! So we studiously entered Wise Choice intent on purchasing just the essentials that we had agreed on beforehand. Namely: Quavers (Jack) , black pudding (Craig) and cockles (me). Did we stick to it? Especially since the economy is horrible and we are trying to budget? Not on your Nelly! We waddled out of that shop with Turkish delights, pork pies and palma violets galore! Cockles too - at $9/jar. I think Harry is more of a shark than we gave him credit for.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Two thing I wish would change right now is the spitting up and night time sleeplessness. At 4am this morning after his feed and several burpings he looked all serene and sleepy so I tip-toed over to his crib and laid him down. He immediately opened one eye like Popeye, barfed all over himself and me (for the 2nd time) and started crying. At that point you just want to lie down on the floor and cry yourself don't you. You just want a fairy godmother to come down and make it all right and rub your shoulders and sing the baby to sleep. In reality, you change crib bedding and clothes and burp cloths and bibs and start the whole routine again. Praying all the noise hasn't woken the toddler next door just dying for an excuse to get up and cause mayhem.
When Craig leaves in the morning he says "savour this because it will go by so quickly" and it's true - this month has flown by. But OH, I'm tired and fed-up of baby sick. Sorry to sound so whiny but it's hard to cherish a moment when you smell of sour milk and you haven't showered in two days.
To cheer myself up, I'm going to venture out on a big walk with Cody and the little fella. It's 50 degrees today and sunny - marvelous! Getting some sun on our cheeks is just what the doctor ordered.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
This week has really been okay. The lows? - well dealing with the spit-up issue and doctors visit weren't pleasant. I'm also not fond of the 3am-5am period where Danny will not go back to sleep after a feed and I'm convinced I'm the only idiot in the world awake. Then there's the whole "not breathing" thing, where you wish they would sleep deeply but when they do you tip-toe into their room and poke them to make sure they are alive. Done that quite a few times this week.
The highs? My boy Jack making me laugh on a daily basis, even if he did bust my lip. He got into bed with me this morning, poked me in the eye and said "wake up mama! I brought you an elephant". And indeed he had - a plastic one that made funny noises. His friend Katy came over last night so he was happy. I think it's safe to say that Katy is his best friend.
Another high is that Danny has started to open his eyes a lot and moves his head to my voice. He also has the most gorgeous smile, even if it is just wind. He sucks in his bottom lip and looks like an old man with no teeth - it sounds creepy but looks adorable, trust me. Just those little things mean the world to me.
And Craig, what a cracker he is. At 4.45am one day this week he took over baby-duty even though he had to go to work that day, because he knew I was on my chin-strap.
So all in all a successful week. This weekend we've got a Mardi Gras party to go to and at some point must catch up with Matt & Gina to have a little drinkie and celebrate their wedding anniversary. It sure is nice to be able to partake in a glass of Chianti again!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
I've been watching Jerry Springer and The Maury Show. These things are addictive. It never ceases to amaze me that people will drag their spouse on telly and announce some horrible secret. The Maury Show is particularly bad, with women saying to their husbands things like "I had an affair 3 years ago and your son might be someone else's child". A paternity test follows and then we sit biting our fingernails as the results are disclosed. I have something else to admit here - I'd LOVE to go to Chicago and be an audience member on the Jerry Springer Show.
Yesterday I watched the live feed of the Caylee Anthony memorial and cried.
Today I watched CNN News and got totally sucked in to all that is weird about America .... I was enthralled by the new law being passed in Alabama to castrate paedophiles. I was dumbfounded that a single, jobless debt-ridden woman from California just had 8 babies when she already has 6 and lives on welfare. I was scared by news of the economy. Infuriated that Merrill Lynch has been giving big bonuses to executives again on the sly. Scared that the tornadoes that hit Oklahoma last night are on their way to Ohio. And so it goes on.....
I finally gave myself a slap around the chops and took Danny out for a big walk to get some fresh air and re-join the human race. I'm going to have to get a grip on myself or I'll progress to wearing my nightie all day, watching the shopping channel and buying decorative plates with pictures of puppies on them.
Here's two good reasons not to become a couch-potato:
Monday, February 09, 2009
In Ohio, after what seems like months of snow and ice, we have melt. Yea! Not exactly a horticultural spectacle but at least I can see grass, even if it is brown. The problem now is that the ground is saturated, so every time Cody comes back into the house he brings 4 muddy paws with him. The secret is to catch him at the door and towel-dry his feet before he runs across my wood floors and beige rug and through the house onto our bed. Yesterday he was too quick for me and I did a lot of cursing and shaking my fist at him. I really must stop doing that before Jack copies me.
Anyway, we might not have snowdrops, but we do have these little gems - cardinals. The cardinal is the state bird of Ohio and the male adds such a welcome splash of colour in my garden each winter.
I have to tag on another picture of Jack & Danny too or else I'll be in trouble with the English family. I can't wait to get these two boys outside in the sunshine!
Friday, February 06, 2009
And How's Craig? Fabulous. Enjoying every single second of bonding with his new son and it's all I can do to tear him away to help me with something. It warms my cockles every time I see them together.
Danny is a Little Gem. Sleepy, laid-back, & cute as a button. His weight yesterday was 10 lb 1oz and he's in the 95% for his height, so we're going to have another big one on our hands. And did I mention his big feet?
How our Jack Doing? Fabulous too. Loves school. Loves to play with his friend Katy, especially at swimming class. He has taken to completely ignoring me (see "air guitar" above) but right now I'm being a little lenient with him, given that he's sharing us with a new baby. I'm so pleased that he also loves to read and his favourite stories at the moment are about Curious George. It's about time we got him some Dr. Seuss books too, since everyone raves about how good they are for toddlers.
And Frank? Well now that he's been shunted down the totem-pole of importance in the house again, his expression says it all ...
Monday, February 02, 2009
Jack's picture is top left.
His best friend Dylan's picture is the angry one, bottom row, middle.
One of my favourites is Joey, bottom row, second from left. He ran out of room for the "Y". He was asked if the two figures in the picture were Jack and his new baby brother Danny. He said no, the two figures are spacemen and the blue object on the left is an alien space cannon
Teachers Serkalem (top row, 2nd from left) and Lula (bottom row, far left) joined in
Frankie's offering (top row, second from right) comes along with sound-effects. You have to open it like a card and say "ta-da!" like it's a surprise and it has a birthday cake inside
Eva insisted on making two (top row, middle and middle row, far right)
Artie looks like a little tough-nut. Short hair, ear pierced. I love that he chose the biggest, pinkest feather for his picture (middle row, far left)
Did Ellery draw the world (middle row, second from right)? If so, he's a genius! Or is it Danny's face? If so, he might be a little crazy
The last cards (bottom row, right) are from two girls much older than the rest obviously. I should have tried to fool you all and said Jack drew them.
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