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Ike, showing off his string of clay beads: "It took me three days to make this. Three weeks to be precise because we have art one day each week."
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I finally nailed my cross overs (the skate over skate thing that makes you go fast around the track) today. Huzzah!
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Ike is making a fort out of furniture and watching Avatar. He is restless and lonely...and kind of annoying me but I need to suck it up because J. is in Miami (!) until Sunday. He rented a car and is hanging out in Ft. Lauderdale tonight with his pals. I am doing the best job possible not being jealous. I am fighting jealousy off. This is the second time since we moved up that he has been back home and has gotten the opportunity to socialize with folks. Elizabeth is enjoying the breathing room she now has with Eddie out of the house. The divorce process is brutal but at least she can come home and have a calm space to be in. I signed Ike up for Camp Mudd today. Ike talked the director and one counselor's ears off and was trying to stump them (succeeding in stumping them actually) in Star Wars trivia. I just ran out of postcards. The cat (Monkey) is annoying me. Oh I got a few new things to wear! This is my favorite ---> http://tinyurl.com/3tpugt and is nice to wear when it feels horrible out.
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We had a great night last night. (I feel bad because Ike got some tacky tshirts from Bubbe that J. promptly got rid of and now he wants to know where his birthday shirts are...SHIT!) We also went to Barnes and Noble today. I got Ike some more First Reader books that don't suck. A series about monkeys doing stuff. He also got a Magic School Bus book about electricity. We have tons of leftover Italian food/pizza that we are going to live off of today. I got some kick ass coffee drink at the "cafe" in the big box bookstore and it was DELICIOUS. Cinnamon Dolce. Rilly rilly good. This was the song Ike was singing to himself today, while I was dicking around trying to finish up my page for the church newsletter. Moon MOON MOON MOON Chaos! Moon MOON MOON MOON Chaos! Moon MOON MOON MOON Not more Chaos! CHAOS! Also I have been writing a lot for writers group. I wrote something about the realities of bullying as an unschooling family and I'm half way through something about pregnancy-related insomnia and how that relates to signing up for the mom thing again after a 6 year break. I start off the second thing with the Michael Corleone quote...the just when I thought I was out....yadda.
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It was just around this time 6 years ago where my water broke dramatically while I was coughing and attempting to get my 35 week preggo body comfortable enough to sleep. I haven't slept the same ever since! 
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I had a late afternoon nap today where I dreamt that my mom had recently given birth to twins. A boy and a girl. She was excited about the chance to do it all again...and I was intrigued with idea of parenting with my mom but there was also an undercurrent of, will my baby-to-be get "enough attention". I was also relieved I was just having the one.
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I know too much about the results of the Top Chef results of tommorow. I'm not happy.
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Ike wants to name the impending baby Tony. I told him that I wasn't really loving it. He was all, Why NOT? I just said it's not really my cup of tea, blah blah blah. He was incredulous. He couldn't believe I didn't think it was a kick ass name. He gave an extra-incredulous head waggle..."You KNOW, like Tony HAWK!?!" Ah. Still. Not going to happen, I don't think.
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J. is staying with his current employers. They stepped up and raised the basic raise they were going to give him to something like 10 or 12 percent or something like that. Something not insulting. They were skeered of losing him, I think. So that's good. As enticing as being Nay's neighbor is (and I'm not a hair fundamentalist! I think the new cut looks great! And you'll be starting off with such healthy ends if you want to grow again!) I was dreading the prospect of moving. More for the transition-suckage than for the end result but yeah the cost-of-living hike/no churchy job for me was freaking me out too. So I am relieved. My friends are celebratory. I can sort of visualize my birth with my current midwife more fully now that I know that it will be her, at the birth center, knowing the route we'll drive home, etc. We had the "check in" time at prenatal yoga and I said the only real news I had to share was that we weren't moving anytime soon (J. is still looking out for better, non-newspaper related database-y tech-y jobs around here) and how much stress that lifted when it was decided. I didn't even realize how stressed out about it I was until the prospect was taken off the table. The Mercury-News people still want him and have told him that they will be checking back with him to see if he's changed his mind (!) and on and on. So that's nice, to be wanted. Our dryer broke. At least it's not the washer. And at least we have a clothesline. I think we are going to use a diaper service for Baby X. We didn't have the option for Ike. My mother-in-law wants to go with me to an midwife appt. She went with my sister-in-law (J's brother's wife) to some of her doctor's appts. with the twins but I have some reservations. Like, the birth center is good, but it's not shiny and beautiful. I am very comfortable there but, for example, last visit they did the dopper thing for the heartbeat and the actual doppler monitor had to be held at this certain angle because the battery pack was, like, held together with baling wire. It still totally worked. The student/assistant just had to hold the non-wand part of it up and over like you would with a fritzy TV antennae. I think Fran would freak a little about that. I'm sure they have more dopplers in a closet somewhere. I am not really worried about it and I'm not really worried about what Fran thinks of where I want to birth, ultimately. I just am trying to weigh the amount of annoyance I'll get from either decision. If I don't include her in a visit (she is not asking to be at the actual birth, thankfully) her feelings will be hurt. And it's not like I'd be uncomfortable with her there. I just know that the Birth Center is very much not a doctor's office (thankfully!) and I'm used to that and INTO it but who knows what her reaction will be. I was thinking maybe I could have her come and hang out with Ike in the playroom/waiting area until they do the doppler thing again and then call her in. Or maybe inviite her for the BIG ultrasound visit day so she can hear first hand that all the parts are in the proper place. I don't know.
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I did a lot of work stuff today which makes me feel good. All of it the sort of thing that gets noticed. Sometimes I do lots of crap and it all falls apart at the last minute and I look like a flake anyway. Sometimes I do lots of crap that really needs to get done but it's not the sort of thing that people notice unless it were to all fall apart. So it's nice to get a little attention when I am "on". I also look like hell so that adds to the Damn Super Preggo Youth Programs Coordinator! I talked to Elizabeth a lot about the ultrasound schooling prospect. She was very taken aback. Kids stuff is all I've been doing for....my entire working life, really. That and bookstore stuff, which mostly focused on children's books so that is still sort of related. She thought my plan for starting next fall was reasonable. It's a two year program. 15 credit hours each semester. It's hard right now because I don't know exactly where I'll be starting...at the community college here (or a private setup here) or someplace out in CA. I am going to approach it like I'll be doing it up here as far as talking about transcripts etc. I was going to go out to the campus yesterday and check out admissions testing dates and whatnot but then I felt bad so I didn't. I've got work stuff or family obligations until Sunday. Monday seems like a long way off but it's not really. |
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I woke up this morning with my ears all clogged up and my sinuses congested. I have a little headache and no energy. Ike is a tad warm but he is busy with many projects including making a sign for his door that read "Please Knock" illustrated with a circle and inside that circle was a fist knocking. The "fist" looks a little phallic. We are going to the store soon for Gatorade, garlic, oranges, chicken soup and spaghetti os.
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In a little weedy corner of our yard, where the water runs off the roof, tomato plants have sprouted. With all sorts of actual red and green tomatoes already growing babysized and aspiring to be bigger. Crazy! I do think we planted some seeds a long long time ago, in our actual backyard but this is a good 20 feet away and none of the watermelons we planted ever did anything. I think we might have chucked a cherry tomato out of the car one day. It sounds like something I would do. These seem bigger than cherries already but who knows? I cut one of the baby red ones open to just see if it was actually a really-real tomato and it smelled and tasted like a tomato. Both me and my cotaster are still alive to say, yes we have tomatoes! If I had a decent camera set up now I'd show you our wild vine getting ready to wrap around our laundry room but until I get one you'll just have to take my word on it.
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I am thinking more and more about going back to school, not for anything related to education or kids, but for the ultrasound tech. stuff. The empathetic u/s folks that I've run into the last year have made an impression on me. And it would allow me a flexible schedule so I could still homeschool my kids, which is really my ultimate goal. I am not thinking that I would always be away from schooling stuff--I still want to get Montessori certified--but I really want an option or two that could potentially allow me to make some money. The way the community college here does the ultrasound tech degree stuff is that everyone starts in the fall and it goes for two years at 15 credit hours a term. I am concerned about my sucky GPA connected to my previous coursework. I don't know if they would even let me in the program. I know there is an entrance exam. And an algebra requirement. I think I could do it. 2 years is really nothing. The thing I'm thinking about now is to start this coming fall--with a 6ish week old...not so appealing--or make my plans for the next fall. Who knows? I'm going to go down there this week and find out some info. There are other schools around, private business-y/vo-tech-y sort of schools, who may offer different tracks and what not. I want to find out more. I know I tend to stew about things awhile. I have so many friends, online and local, who get an idea and bam! they are DOING it. I sometimes wish I could be that way. Immediate action makes me nervous. I do like a plan. And I've acted on enough of my plans that I don't feel like a rudderless dreamer, most of the time.
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I had my first prenatal yoga class yesterday. It involves a beginning circle time, then lots of poses and after that a relaxation time. Elizabeth is the instructor. I got hooked up with the free classes for the duration of this pregnancy. I almost cried a couple of times in the circle where we say our names, how far along we are, etc. I just couldn't believe that I got to be there. After all the waiting and wanting, I am pregnant. No matter what happens next, as far as moving away or whatever, I got to be a part of Elizabeth's fabled (they are so good) prenatal yoga classes. I felt like I "knew the band". Elizabeth grinned big when I did my little intro where I said how many weeks I am and that I have an "almost-6 year old at home". I do! He is! Crazy to think about, but so true. Which reminds me, I have to call the bowling alley out in Tamarac and arrange for a birthday party. He wants it to be a surprise, somehow. But he definitely wants to go bowling. If we have it on a Friday, I don't think there will be an issue with having it be booked up already. Saturday would be better for including Cousin Sara but that's really the only kid who wouldn't be able to make it on a Friday that would be invited. I was thinking of doing a family birthday night at Chuck E Cheese. I'm toying with the idea. I also need to call the dentist for checkups. And I am dreading dealing with the car thing. I know we need two new backtires but I also think there is a CV boot/joint thing wrong as well. I was thinking of putting that off until tommorow when J. could deal with it. He doesn't think anything is wrong with the way the car is driving but there is something a little off. A little pull. Maybe I'll just suck it up and get the new tires and see if that doesn't make it feel normal again.
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We are having a mellow day at home. J's work schedule is fucked up and he's going in late and staying late. My least favorite combination. The weather is lovely today but we are not at the park. We were there all day yesterday so I don't feel too weird about it. He went right up to Mia and told her as soon as he saw her that he didn't want her calling his stuff babyish. He was really freaked out by the idea but I told him that I thought he could do it and I would help him with some words if he really needed it. Mia totally had forgotten about the head bonk and they were like glue the whole day. As we were getting ready to go home, I threw up in the parking lot right as I opened the car door and the warm air rushed to hit me in the face. Just a wee puke. This morning when Ike turned off the tv on his own (it's back on now--Discovery Kids) and broke out his Legos, I was like, YEAH. Let's just stay home. And then he just came up to me with all these handfuls of Lego debris and said, "Mom, I trust you to put these back together." Dang. He knows I don't do Legos. He kept hollering back rah rah pep talks to me from his part of the project in the front room. "Just TRY!" "I BELIEVE IN YOU!" "I've got my FINGERS CROSSED!" But really, I couldn't do it; I was missing pieces and what not. He's going to have J. rescue the project tomorrow. J. had a long phone interview with the San Jose folks. I am trying not to freak the fuck out. We'll see what happens. All this job searching is really supposed to be leverage to get his current boss folks to wake up and pay him something close to what other folks are getting for the same job. We'll see.
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The peeps at the San Jose Fucking Mercury News are chatting up J. This is like, to newspaper-geek types, the World Series winners chatting up yr man. I mean, maaaybe the New York Times has more clout, but probably not to the tech-y side of journalism (which J. is *all about*). It's wild. The job description of the position they need to fill basically reads like J's resume, straight up. So. That's interesting!
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