We are home, and glad to be so.  It’s a lot of fun to visit family and friends, but it is also very, very nice to be home.  We had a wonderful Thanksgiving, and are so far past tired that we are approaching it from the other side (whatever that means).

Traffic was decent, but not insane.  The weather was fairly cooperative for the drive home, and there is nowhere near the 10+ inches of snow on the ground that we were hearing about this morning.  In fact, I don’t think there is any at the moment.  Tomorrow is another matter though.

We are tired.  Did I mention that?

Oh, and I think that if we try to put Miriam in the car seat again, she will run away.  Seriously.

Love and hugs to all.  Hope I didn’t miss anything too important over the last week.  I’ll try to get caught up, but it may take a while.  For now, I’m off to bed.

He says “Have a nice Thanksgiving.  Take her home, she’s fine. There is nothing wrong with her.”

Official diagnosis for the paperwork:

“Poor Weight Gain”

Patient instructions:

“Continue present management”

We are also to discontinue the vitamins, which she HATES!, so double good news.

Height: 26.93″ (68.4 cm)
Weight: 15 lb 4.8 oz (6.94 kg)

WOO HOO!!!

I was working on dinner last night. Wait, no. DH and I were both working on dinner.  We were making tacos. Miriam was already in the highchair, and we were getting things ready to go out to the table.  Guacamole, check. Lettuce, check. Salsa, still in the fridge, let me grab it.

Yes, we eat Gringo tacos.  We are Gringos, so it’s okay.

I opened up the fridge to grab the jar of salsa, and then was suddenly seeing stars. Lots of stars. Oh, and pretty birdies too. They were dancing with the stars.  Hey, isn’t that the name of a t.v. show these days?

I was telling a story, right.

So, stars. And birdies. Then a “thunk”. There is a glass vase on the floor at my feet.  Wait a second. Doesn’t that vase live on top of the fridge for when my darling husband buys me flowers?  Yeah, it does.

So why is it on the floor?

DH started laughing, and quickly stopped himself when he saw my dazed expresion.

Apparently, the vase fell off the fridge, bounced off my skull, and then landed safely on the floor.

I got quite the headache. This morning there is a pretty lump, and still a headache.

Somebody come pamper me today.

I had to go to Japan. I’m in the University cafeteria, which looks very much like almost every other university cafeteria I’ve ever been inside, except the “chefs” are on risers behind their stations, so they tower above the customers by about 2 feet.

I go up to a sushi station, and there are 2 prices on the board, $6.99 and $7.99.  Hey, it’s my dream, if I want to buy cheap sushi priced in U.S, dollars in Tokyo, that’s up to me.

I asked the Itame for a sushi lunch, and he says sure, what do I want.  I comment that his English is really good, and he says he used to live in Toronto.  We talk for a bit, and he keeps asking what specifically I want. I tell him to surprise me.  He makes me confirm 3 times that I’m willing to trust him, and won’t freak out like a Gaijin.

So then he asks if I have money they accept there.  I reply that yes, I do. I reach into my wallet for my debit card, and find that it is gone! My husband took it to work with him that morning, knowing that I was going to Japan for a week!  All I have is a single $20 to get me through an entire week in Japan!

I started to cry. Here I am, in the home of sushi, and I can’t afford to eat!

Then I woke up.

Miriam has a 9:30 doctor’s appt with the specialist. This is a follow up.  Please send “there is nothing wrong with her, she’s just petite vibes”.  Thanks.

I asked J to please transfer the diapers to the dryer this morning first thing when he woke up, because yesterday she went through all of the covers. It usually takes a few days, but yesterday was extra special fun.

So, an hour after he got up, I got up, planning to get Miri up in 20 minutes, after my shower and coffee.  He hadn’t transfered them. Ugh. I can’t wake Miriam until I can change her diaper, so this morning will be extra rushed.  I wonder if I can hand her a pancake to eat in the carseat?  We have to be at the doctor’s 15 minutes before her appt, so I’ll give her a bottle there.

Then, because it is Veteran’s Day, My mom and sister have the day off work, so we plan to get together and do something fun. It must also be cheap/free because Novemeber caught us with our pants down and things are super tight.  At least until the 15th.  Aren’t car repairs fun?  Oh, and Jason needs a crown replaced too.

Miriam refused to sleep last night, we finally got her down at 11:30. She usually goes to sleep at 7:30, so today should again be that extra special kind of fun.

Well, the dryer might be close to dry, and we need to leave here in 15 minutes.  I guess I should go wake the howler.

Have a great day.

I love my husband.  Very much.  Never doubt that.  But sometimes, he can be the most useless yet helpful man alive.  Let’s take last night as an example.

His phone rang during the night, as is typical, and he came downstairs to work.  A few moments before he finished up, Miriam started to stir, and woke up crying.  He could have walked an extra 10 steps, and picked up the ready-made bottle in the fridge, but he didn’t.  He came back up to bed. So, I got up, came downstairs, got the bottle, climbed up the stairs, went into the nursery, and gave it to Miriam who was then happy and going back to sleep.

You’d think the story would end there.  Nope.

I started heading back to our room, and DH clomped his way to the nursery, eyes closed.  I asked “what are you doing?” he said “helping” and marched loudly over to the crib to look at munchkin, who was woken up by the very loud footfalls.

So, I spent the next 20 minutes settling her down to sleep again.  I sent DH back to bed.  10 minutes later, he came back to the nursery with my pillow.  I again asked “What are you doing?” He said “You asked for your pillow”.  I of course, had done no such thing.

He then lay down on the floor of the nursery, with my pillow.

I got Miriam back into the crib, got DH up off the floor, and everyone went back to bed.

See, helpful and yet useless.

But, he did manage to upload the halloween pictures, finally. 

A baby sock is just small enough to be a choking hazard.  Not small enough to be swallowed completely, but small enough to get lodged in the throat of any baby foolish enough to try to eat her own damned sock.

Mama needs a drink.

I have completely fallen off the wagon. The FlyLady wagon that is.

My sink is full of dirty dishes.  My hotspots are buried under so much assorted crap I can’t even see them anymore.  I have no idea what dinner will be tonight.  I was up for over 2 hours before I got dressed, and I had to go down to the laundry room to even find a shirt.  My shoes are on the other side of the room.  I don’t even know where my control journal is.  Oh, and I have dust bunnies the size of tumble weeds!

How did I fall so far, so fast?  A large combination of things could take the blame, but blame doesn’t matter right?  I should just “jump right in where I am now”.  Ugh. Just the thought of setting my timer for 10 minutes and clearing my hotspots makes me want to cry.

How about my fairy godmother comes and rescues me with a flick of her magic wand.  Please?  I don’t even know where to begin, and I don’t have the energy to try.

Chicago’s YarnCon 2008 was a rousing success!  We had such a great time, and a huge thank you to everyone who came out and supported us at our very first show!  We met some wonderful new people, and saw some old friends who’ve been missed.

Thanks again everybody!

The worst part of being pregnant, worse than morning sickness, worse than waddling, worse than the inability to be comfortable in the 9th month because you are the size of a U-boat, is having a cold.

Because when you have a cold, you have to cough.  And when you cough, you throw up, which makes everything worse.  And you can’t even take the good meds for your cold.

/glares at DH who took Nyquil last night and is all full of joi de vie this morning.