TOO MUCH STUFF.
TOO MUCH MESS.
I'M SO TIRED OF CLEANING.
Seriously... where does all of this stuff come from??? Kevin and I are penny pinchers. We don't like to spend our money (if we had any to spend, and I'm not even being sarcastic there) and yet we seem to accumulate more and MORE stuff. Maybe part of it is because we don't have any money and so everyone feels bad for us and gives us things... I don't know. But it is really bad to have a lot of things and only one teeny closet.
Last October my friend and I did a yardsale during Colorfest. I sold $300 worth of STUFF, but felt like I brought home just as much as what I took. That stuff has been sitting in a spare room ever since. I constantly, try to organize. And now I am serious about getting rid of A LOT of STUFF. (I don't know what stuff yet though, that's the hard part) I already got rid of about 1/2 of Tage's baby clothes, but still have a lot. If my 3rd baby is another boy, I'm getting rid of 95% of all of her clothes (hopefully I'll sell it, which is actually another problem of mine. I always want to recover money that I spend. So when I decide I don't need something, I put it in the corner and tell Kev I'm going to try to sell it... and then it sits. For a long time.) I have identified three problem areas: Clothes, Papers, and Toys. These things clutter my house.
SO, This next month I am going to drastically SIMPLIFY the things I own. I will hold myself accountable on my blog.
This week's progress: nill. I'll try again next week.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
That Would Be A Cold Swim
Last Friday, we took a trip with the fam (DE Harrisons + Shannon) to the Baltimore Inner Harbor. We met at Shannon's and then rode the light rail. We had to walk about four blocks, it was bitterly cold, and the wind hurt our faces. Tage walked most of the way, but also had Daddy hold her so she could bury her face in his shoulder to keep warm. I pushed Mason in the stroller, cozy in his carseat with his ganket, bundler, carseat "hat" and the sun visor to the stroller. He slept the whole time, oblivious to the trauma we were all experiencing. Once we got to the Harbor, Tage saw the water (Atlantic Ocean for those of you who are unawares... I once called it a "some kind of big lake" when Kevin and I were dating and he took me to Bower's Beach in Delaware... did I just admit that? Oh dear...) and said "I don't want to get in that water!" I guess she thought we were going swimming!
Swimming we did not... instead we went to the Baltimore Aquarium. The first thing we saw when we got there was turtles. Tage, standing at the glass and seeing the creatures swim around got SO excited! Throwing her arms up in the air, and then down to her sides, she exclaimed "TURTLES??? OH MY GOODNESS! OH MY GOODNESS!" It was hilarious! She was also pretty thrilled with the "big, big, big, snakes" and wanted to touch them, the sharks, and the sea horse. She later recounted things she saw and said "didn't see kitty at 'quarium' though" Haha, nope, no cats at the sea zoo. Sorry Tage! We asked her what her favorite thing was that she saw and she said "Fishes, that's my favorite color!"
After the Aquarium, we stopped in at Heaven... I mean the Cheesecake Factory, and had dinner, and (duh!) cheesecake. YUM!
THEN, we made the treacherous trek back to the light rail, Tage crashed in Kevin's arms, and slept the whole way back to the car (poor kiddo was so excited anticipating the train ride again, and missed it!)
Mason slept the whole trip, except a brief awakening for a snack. Once we got home, (11pm) he awoke (of course) and was up until 1am! He did great though for our first lengthy adventure out with both kids!
Swimming we did not... instead we went to the Baltimore Aquarium. The first thing we saw when we got there was turtles. Tage, standing at the glass and seeing the creatures swim around got SO excited! Throwing her arms up in the air, and then down to her sides, she exclaimed "TURTLES??? OH MY GOODNESS! OH MY GOODNESS!" It was hilarious! She was also pretty thrilled with the "big, big, big, snakes" and wanted to touch them, the sharks, and the sea horse. She later recounted things she saw and said "didn't see kitty at 'quarium' though" Haha, nope, no cats at the sea zoo. Sorry Tage! We asked her what her favorite thing was that she saw and she said "Fishes, that's my favorite color!"
After the Aquarium, we stopped in at Heaven... I mean the Cheesecake Factory, and had dinner, and (duh!) cheesecake. YUM!
THEN, we made the treacherous trek back to the light rail, Tage crashed in Kevin's arms, and slept the whole way back to the car (poor kiddo was so excited anticipating the train ride again, and missed it!)
Mason slept the whole trip, except a brief awakening for a snack. Once we got home, (11pm) he awoke (of course) and was up until 1am! He did great though for our first lengthy adventure out with both kids!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
911
This is delayed but I thought I'd write about it anyways. A few Saturdays ago we were at the Hampton Inn with Kevin's parents. Here are the highlights of the night:
Tage swam in the pool.
Tage pooped in her swimsuit.
Tage peed on the carpet in the room (drank too much pool water!)
Tage dropped her yogurt on the carpet.
Tage called 911.
The police came.
This was a night for the record books!
(oh and Tage's cousin Kaden wrapped himself in the towel that had Tage's poop all over it.)
Ahhh... toddlers are full of surprises!
Tage swam in the pool.
Tage pooped in her swimsuit.
Tage peed on the carpet in the room (drank too much pool water!)
Tage dropped her yogurt on the carpet.
Tage called 911.
The police came.
This was a night for the record books!
(oh and Tage's cousin Kaden wrapped himself in the towel that had Tage's poop all over it.)
Ahhh... toddlers are full of surprises!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Cries, Falls, and Water (lots of it)
Last Friday pandemonium struck! And it all happened in less than 5 minutes! This is how it went:
Mason, getting ready for a bath, is stark naked, and Kevin says "Do you hear that?" and goes to the bathroom to get a towel. He then yells "oh no!" and runs out of the house and down to the cellar.
Then I hear a crash in the kitchen and crying. I leave Mason on the floor and run to Tage, who has fallen off of the barstool and is hurt. At this point Mason begins wailing, and I see what Kevin was concerned about as water is flowing out of the bathroom door. Curse the cold 200 year old walls!
Baby+Toddler+Burst pipes= A lot of dirty laundry
The chaos ended as quickly as it started (except the pipes aren't quite fixed yet) and it wasn't all that bad... worse things could have happened, like Mason could have peed on the carpet during his naked aloneness, but he didn't!
I guess this is what it is like having more than one child! I look forward to more crazy events, as long as they don't have any lasting concequences, such as the carpet smelling like pee. (Again, Mason, I thank you for exercising some bladder control.)
Mason, getting ready for a bath, is stark naked, and Kevin says "Do you hear that?" and goes to the bathroom to get a towel. He then yells "oh no!" and runs out of the house and down to the cellar.
Then I hear a crash in the kitchen and crying. I leave Mason on the floor and run to Tage, who has fallen off of the barstool and is hurt. At this point Mason begins wailing, and I see what Kevin was concerned about as water is flowing out of the bathroom door. Curse the cold 200 year old walls!
Baby+Toddler+Burst pipes= A lot of dirty laundry
The chaos ended as quickly as it started (except the pipes aren't quite fixed yet) and it wasn't all that bad... worse things could have happened, like Mason could have peed on the carpet during his naked aloneness, but he didn't!
I guess this is what it is like having more than one child! I look forward to more crazy events, as long as they don't have any lasting concequences, such as the carpet smelling like pee. (Again, Mason, I thank you for exercising some bladder control.)
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
A Perfect Day
The day I went into labor was perfect. I woke up around 3am with contractions that came about every 7 minutes. From 7am-9:45am I cleaned up a bit, played and read stories to Tage. At 9:45 I was really tired and laid down on the couch, Tage curled up next to me, and we both took a nap. I woke up and laid there looking at my little angel, savoring the moment. It was very early for Tage to be taking a nap, and very rare for her to curl up to me like she did during the day. I scooped her up and carried her to her bed.
Kevin came home (it was a teacher work day and he was able to leave early), and I went to my OB appointment at noon. I was completely effaced, and 3cm dialated. The Dr. stripped my membranes but made no promises that it would speed things along. I called Kevin and told him not to keep the car running... it could still be days before we went to the hospital. I went to the grocery store to pick up a few things.
Then the contractions got worse. When I was ready to check out at that store, I said to myself "Just get the milk and bread here... don't go to Sam's Club... just get it here and go home..." But instead of listening to my gut, I went to Sam's Club.
"I'll be really fast," I said to myself "I can make it..." I was like a rocket in Sam's... but again, my gut spoke to me "LEAVE THE CART AND GO HOME" "No, I can make it" I told myself. This time I atleast skipped half of my list. Contractions were coming every 3-5 minutes and I was struggling to not show any pain. I paid for my goods and left quickly, for fear of giving birth in Sam's Club. I then called Kevin and told him to get Tage ready to go to Cynthia's, and to get our bags ready, and that we were going to the hospital when I got home (He was shocked at the quick change in plans... it had only been an hour and a half since my appointment). I sped home, praying that I wouldn't get pulled over.
We were at the hospital at 3pm, I was 5 cm dialated, I had my epidural around 4, at 6:18 I was ready to push, and Mason was out ten minutes later, at 6:28pm.
Tage came and saw Mason, and brought him a stuffed frog. When she first came, Mason was still in the nursery, and she walked into my room and said "No! I don't want to see Mommy.... I want to see Baby Mason!"
I had some really great nurses who did an AWESOME job of keeping me from passing out after the delivery. I passed out 3 times with Tage, and this time I nearly passed out about 10 times, but the nurses wouldn't let me. Once I got hit with an ammonia packet thing, and I yelled... That stuff really wakes you up! It hurt my nose too...
My only complaint about that day was that when I got back to my room I was by myself for a few minutes and was on the verge of throwing up, with nothing but my bedsheets to throw up in. I kept pushing the nurse help button, and no one came. A minute later a nurse answered my call on the little speaker thing, and I said I needed a trash can to throw up in. A few more minutes passed, and finally someone came. I had suppressed the urge to vomit by that time though, and Kevin had already come back and had provided me with a bin.
Oh, and I thought they kept my baby in the nursery for WAY too long. I was waiting FOREVER to hold my baby again, and that irritated me.
Other than that though, it was really a perfect day. I got some special cuddle time with Tage in the morning, and special cuddle time with Mason that night.
Kevin came home (it was a teacher work day and he was able to leave early), and I went to my OB appointment at noon. I was completely effaced, and 3cm dialated. The Dr. stripped my membranes but made no promises that it would speed things along. I called Kevin and told him not to keep the car running... it could still be days before we went to the hospital. I went to the grocery store to pick up a few things.
Then the contractions got worse. When I was ready to check out at that store, I said to myself "Just get the milk and bread here... don't go to Sam's Club... just get it here and go home..." But instead of listening to my gut, I went to Sam's Club.
"I'll be really fast," I said to myself "I can make it..." I was like a rocket in Sam's... but again, my gut spoke to me "LEAVE THE CART AND GO HOME" "No, I can make it" I told myself. This time I atleast skipped half of my list. Contractions were coming every 3-5 minutes and I was struggling to not show any pain. I paid for my goods and left quickly, for fear of giving birth in Sam's Club. I then called Kevin and told him to get Tage ready to go to Cynthia's, and to get our bags ready, and that we were going to the hospital when I got home (He was shocked at the quick change in plans... it had only been an hour and a half since my appointment). I sped home, praying that I wouldn't get pulled over.
We were at the hospital at 3pm, I was 5 cm dialated, I had my epidural around 4, at 6:18 I was ready to push, and Mason was out ten minutes later, at 6:28pm.
Tage came and saw Mason, and brought him a stuffed frog. When she first came, Mason was still in the nursery, and she walked into my room and said "No! I don't want to see Mommy.... I want to see Baby Mason!"
I had some really great nurses who did an AWESOME job of keeping me from passing out after the delivery. I passed out 3 times with Tage, and this time I nearly passed out about 10 times, but the nurses wouldn't let me. Once I got hit with an ammonia packet thing, and I yelled... That stuff really wakes you up! It hurt my nose too...
My only complaint about that day was that when I got back to my room I was by myself for a few minutes and was on the verge of throwing up, with nothing but my bedsheets to throw up in. I kept pushing the nurse help button, and no one came. A minute later a nurse answered my call on the little speaker thing, and I said I needed a trash can to throw up in. A few more minutes passed, and finally someone came. I had suppressed the urge to vomit by that time though, and Kevin had already come back and had provided me with a bin.
Oh, and I thought they kept my baby in the nursery for WAY too long. I was waiting FOREVER to hold my baby again, and that irritated me.
Other than that though, it was really a perfect day. I got some special cuddle time with Tage in the morning, and special cuddle time with Mason that night.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Best Friends
Today Kevin walked in the door from work and Tage went running... "Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad! Hip, hip hooray! Daddy's home!" just like she does every day.
Kevin came into the living room where I was holding Mason (13 days old!) and sat next to me. Tage climbed up on his lap and looking at him said "How 'bout maybe Daddy be my best friend. Daddy be my best friend?" That of course melted Daddy's heart! I hope Daddy and Tage are always best friends!
Kevin came into the living room where I was holding Mason (13 days old!) and sat next to me. Tage climbed up on his lap and looking at him said "How 'bout maybe Daddy be my best friend. Daddy be my best friend?" That of course melted Daddy's heart! I hope Daddy and Tage are always best friends!
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