Great Communication

I'm going bald. My hair is coming out by the fistfuls. When I wash my hair and run my fingers through my hair to get all the soap out, I have to wash my hands of all the hair that came out with it. It's really gross. I'm really wondering what the deal is. I am still nursing my little girl, but I nursed Micheal until he was 10 months old, and Rebecca is only 9 months. I don't remember this last go around. Luckily, it's just an all over general thinning instead of one specific spot. Stupidly, I mentioned my fear to my husband. His response was that he would still love me... even when I'm old, fat and bald. How sweet. Wait a minute! Did I say anything about my age or weight? No, I just told him about my hair!?! What is he implying? Argh.

This conversation was followed up a few days later when we were shopping for some new pants for him. I happened to see a cute shirt on sale, so I tried it on. Here is the conversation:

Me: What do you think?
Him: (eyes locked on my chest) I like that shirt.
Me: Hey, does the design around the bottom make my butt look big?
Him: Not any more than usual.
Me: Gee, thanks dear.
Him: Well, that's why we're working out now, so that it will get smaller again.

A week later, he swore that he didn't remember that conversation, and agreed with me that it wasn't the most loving comment he could have made. That didn't stop him from giving me a hard time about anything else, though.

That's the key to a great marriage, right? Great communication!

Daddy, Daddy

While attending grandma’s church this weekend, little Micheal was behaving very well. When the offering plate was passed around, Micheal wanted to put his bulletin in, since everyone else was putting something in there. When Daddy told him that it was money that people were putting in and not paper, this was the conversation:

M: Daddy, do you have any money?
D: No, not today, baby.
M: Well, then you can’t come to church.

Good to know that’s what my son thinks about church already, after only 1 visit. Great.

And little miss sunshine is getting into everything she can get her hands on, and she loves Daddy’s newspapers. And in true Daddy-daughter style, Daddy lets her have them.

Long Time... No Words!

So, I noticed that the last time I posted it was January. Now it's April. Crap.

I don't know where those months have gone, other than so much faster than I ever thought possible. Rebecca is growing fast, learning to do things very quickly! She's still very little for her age, though, I guess, but we just call her petite. She is perfect no matter what.

Micheal has started baseball, and we practice two nights a week and have games very early on Saturday mornings. If you ask him how his game went, his answer starts with "I didn't whine or cry..." It's a start.

Jonathan has gotten a promotion at work and will start a shift with more regular hours and days at the end of the month.

We lost our beloved Papaw at the beginning of this month. Jonathan's grandfather was a very special man that touched the hearts of many people. He was a true hero, and we will miss him very much.

I know that there's so much more that has gone on that I have wanted to post about, but I'm running out of time again, so I'll try to think of something else again tomorrow.

More Fun

It’s fun to sing along to the radio,
But it’s more fun to listen to your 3-year old sing the songs on the radio

It’s fun to have favorite songs come on the radio,
But it’s more fun to see your son’s face light up when a song he knows comes on.

It’s fun to watch a movie,
But it’s more fun to watch your son watching his favorite movie (and singing along, too)

It’s fun to plan a day to do nothing,
But it’s more fun to spend that day doing nothing with a babbling three month old little girl.

It’s fun to blow bubbles from a bottle,
But it’s more fun to watch the baby learning to blow bubbles in her drool. (cute, not gross)

It’s fun to have hot chocolate on a cold night,
But it’s more fun to share that hot chocolate with the little boy that is watching Polar Express and singing about hot chocolate.

It’s fun to buy things for your baby girl,
But it’s more fun to buy other things for your friend’s brand new baby girl!

See, I told you this was the most fun I’ve ever had!

Please God, don't let me get pulled over...

I’ve been back at work for a couple weeks now, and have been doing the pumping at work thing twice a day… enough to keep my little chunker happy. This week was Rebecca’s first week at daycare also, and we’ve been adjusting very well. Except for the fact that the first two days she ate every hour and a half. You’d think that meant that she ate a little bit every time, but yesterday she ate six times for a total of twelve ounces!! As a comparison, she usually eats about six or seven ounces in that same amount of time when she’s at home. Maybe it was just a “growing day” or she was using food as a comfort while she’s adjusting to new surroundings. Either way, she used up all of the bags that I left for her at daycare. So, I dropped off new ones today, praying that it would be enough. I figured if it wasn’t, they’d call me.

Today was a doozy for me, though. We got ready for school and got in the car and on the road at the right time, and it was looking to be a great day! But then it came time for my conference period and I started getting my pump ready. And then I noticed that I didn’t have the plug that I needed. I called my husband in a panic, and then realized the only thing I could really do was go home and get it. Otherwise, I was going to be in pain and have a wet shirt by the time the next class started. So, I grabbed my pump and my purse and ran to the car and FLEW home. On the way home, I started planning. I had forty-five minutes to make a thirty minute round trip and pump for at least twenty-five minutes, including set up and cleanup time. I’m a math teacher, and that just doesn’t add up. So, I got my pump all set up, because once I got home, I was going to grab my plug AND some batteries, and I was going to pump in the car on the way back to school, and just pray that I didn’t get stopped on my way there. That just wasn’t something I wanted to try to explain to one of my husband’s coworkers.

Unfortunately, the batteries didn’t make it work. No idea why new batteries didn’t work in a pump that has used batteries before. So, I looked for the car adapter, but my husband had it for his laptop. So, I FLEW back to school so that I could plug in at school. I made it back to school with about fifteen minutes left in my conference period, so I hid in the office instead of going into my room, for fear of someone unlocking my door for my kids and everyone walking in to my worst nightmare.

All in all, it’s funny now, not so funny then. Can’t you just see it on TV? One of the funniest videos from the policeman’s dashboard camera, catching his face turn scarlet red, making excuses as he backs away from my car? Yeah, not what I want my fifteen minutes of fame to be about.