You know how there are people that bring dogs to hopitals and nursing homes as a type of therapy for the patients? I feel like I have a therapy baby.
We've met a lot of people. Stowa has been in a wonderful mood. Lots of smilles. She's been cheering everyone up. Well, not the ICU people. They kicked us out. But we are the unofficial 7th floor ambassadors.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Stowa and the cats
Before Stowa arrived on the scene Itchy and I talked about how we thought the cats would react to her. We thought Cuddles would be the tolerate one. He'd come find us if she's crying and then worry until we got her calmed down.
We thought Patches would want nothing to do with the baby. Didn't think she ever come near her and if she did, it would only be to steal her seat.
We were wrong.
Cuddles wants nothing to do with her. He avoids her as much as he can. When it's just not possible, he tolerates her but isn't happy about it.
Patches, on the other hand, seems to like the baby. The hair pulling, ear biting, cat wrestling, screaming baby. Patches will actively seek out the baby. When Stowa is playing on the floor, Patches comes and plops down next to her. I move her and she moves right back. When Stowa goes to take a nap, Patches also goes into the bedroom to nap. Last night while I was making dinner Stowa was in her jumperoo (aka the Neglect-a-roo) and started crying. When I didn't go get her right away Patches came into the kitchen and stared at me. Stowa had her in a head lock the other day and Patches was purring. Freaking weirdo cat.
We thought Patches would want nothing to do with the baby. Didn't think she ever come near her and if she did, it would only be to steal her seat.
We were wrong.
Cuddles wants nothing to do with her. He avoids her as much as he can. When it's just not possible, he tolerates her but isn't happy about it.
Patches, on the other hand, seems to like the baby. The hair pulling, ear biting, cat wrestling, screaming baby. Patches will actively seek out the baby. When Stowa is playing on the floor, Patches comes and plops down next to her. I move her and she moves right back. When Stowa goes to take a nap, Patches also goes into the bedroom to nap. Last night while I was making dinner Stowa was in her jumperoo (aka the Neglect-a-roo) and started crying. When I didn't go get her right away Patches came into the kitchen and stared at me. Stowa had her in a head lock the other day and Patches was purring. Freaking weirdo cat.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Every single time
It's like she can hear me typing. Every single time I start to type, the kid wakes up. That is my excuse for the lack of blogging. Not that much has been happening.
The last year and a half has gone by faster than I ever thought imaginable. It's like time sped up when we left The Island. It's been nothing short of a whirlwind since that day in April 2009.
Stowa is 7 months old. Dude. SEVEN months old. She's an incredible little person. Not just because she's mine, but because she just is. She's got a little separation anxiety these days and does not like when I leave her side. I can't blame her though. I am pretty damn awesome. She's also got the "ma" sound down. Totally sounds like she's saying mama, but I know at this point it's babble. We're working on the "da" sound next. Or cat. Her love of the cats knows no bounds.
Itchy also had a birthday this week. He has entered the last year of his twenties. We didn't do much of anything but he did get a super shooty Wii game. He's had fun with that (once he figured out how to run).
In other news, my dad is having surgery as I type this. Hopefully he will get some relief from the back pain. Next week Stowa and I will travel to MN to help him get home from the hospital (the surgery is being done about 5 hours away from where he lives). Once we get him home we get to stay and visit for a while. Stowa gets to see her cousins. And Aunties. And grandparents. Should be fun.
And now Stowa is up from her nap. I should learn to type quieter.
The last year and a half has gone by faster than I ever thought imaginable. It's like time sped up when we left The Island. It's been nothing short of a whirlwind since that day in April 2009.
Stowa is 7 months old. Dude. SEVEN months old. She's an incredible little person. Not just because she's mine, but because she just is. She's got a little separation anxiety these days and does not like when I leave her side. I can't blame her though. I am pretty damn awesome. She's also got the "ma" sound down. Totally sounds like she's saying mama, but I know at this point it's babble. We're working on the "da" sound next. Or cat. Her love of the cats knows no bounds.
Itchy also had a birthday this week. He has entered the last year of his twenties. We didn't do much of anything but he did get a super shooty Wii game. He's had fun with that (once he figured out how to run).
In other news, my dad is having surgery as I type this. Hopefully he will get some relief from the back pain. Next week Stowa and I will travel to MN to help him get home from the hospital (the surgery is being done about 5 hours away from where he lives). Once we get him home we get to stay and visit for a while. Stowa gets to see her cousins. And Aunties. And grandparents. Should be fun.
And now Stowa is up from her nap. I should learn to type quieter.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Internet vacation
Well, our internet is back. Sort of. The issue was partly their problem and partly our problem. They fixed their part. I fixed our part. Now we can get online and it's back to normal. Except for the wireless part. We can not get our wireless router to work anymore.
We've given up. It won this round. We accept our defeat and come into the office when we need to use the computer. Much less convenient.
We've given up. It won this round. We accept our defeat and come into the office when we need to use the computer. Much less convenient.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Cute baby
My apologies for not sharing our *fun* weekend with Itchy's dad. Our internet is on vacation. I've had several conversations with my ISP and they know I am NOT happy. At this rate it won't be fixed until the 9th. Fun stories will have to wait.
Also on vacation right now is the electricity in my living room. Fantastic. Why would I want lights in my living room? We're cave people now. I'm convinced it's all happening because we were suppose to out of here by this point. If Itchy had not taken time off for his mom and for the baby (both of which he HAD to do, I'm not saying he shouldn't have taken time off), we wouldn't be here right now. Not sure where we would be, but I know it wouldn't be here.
Anyway, I have been surrounded by cute babies today. My own little one is as adorable as always, but while we were outside today we saw baby bunnies, baby geese, and a kitten. All totally adorable. Which reminded me of a website that I wanted to share with you. http://www.zooborns.com/zooborns/
I love it. I totally need a job raising zoo babies. If anyone knows of such a job, email me.
And that reminds me of a picture that I wanted to share with you.
I need a baby hippo. One that will stay that tiny forever. I love baby hippos.
In the time that it took me to write this post, my internet has connected and disconnected at least 30 times. Way to suck Comcast!
Also on vacation right now is the electricity in my living room. Fantastic. Why would I want lights in my living room? We're cave people now. I'm convinced it's all happening because we were suppose to out of here by this point. If Itchy had not taken time off for his mom and for the baby (both of which he HAD to do, I'm not saying he shouldn't have taken time off), we wouldn't be here right now. Not sure where we would be, but I know it wouldn't be here.
Anyway, I have been surrounded by cute babies today. My own little one is as adorable as always, but while we were outside today we saw baby bunnies, baby geese, and a kitten. All totally adorable. Which reminded me of a website that I wanted to share with you. http://www.zooborns.com/zooborns/
I love it. I totally need a job raising zoo babies. If anyone knows of such a job, email me.
And that reminds me of a picture that I wanted to share with you.
I need a baby hippo. One that will stay that tiny forever. I love baby hippos.
In the time that it took me to write this post, my internet has connected and disconnected at least 30 times. Way to suck Comcast!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
FIL Follies Memorial Day Weekend
FIL was here over the weekend. That man drives me crazy (if you didn't know that already). He started the weekend off with a bang. He showed up a day early. He wanted to surprise us. Surprise is an understatement. I was annoyed. Itchy was pissed. It just so happened that I had our truck on Thursday, but I didn't tell FIL that when he called. I just told him we'd see him when Itchy got done with school. We had a late dinner with him and then had to leave because Itchy had work to do. He seemed annoyed that we weren't happy with his surprise.
On Friday I drove Itchy to school so that the baby and I could go see FIL at the hotel. It was either that or he was going to come here and we'd have to sit outside in the hot, hot sun so he could see Stowa. I have no interest in sitting in the parking lot in 90 degree weather. Not that hanging out at the ghetto hotel was more fun, but at least it had A/C.
When Stowa and I got there, I had a my hands full. I had Stowa in her car seat, her diaper bag, a big blanket, a bag of toys, and a tote bag with some other stuff in it. It was heavy. FIL was waiting in the lobby for us. Instead of offering to help, he was trying to get us to go outside and take pictures. Because it wouldn't make more sense to go put the stuff down and then go take the pictures? Logic people, that's all I'm looking for. Not to mention that it was hot outside.
He was once again on my case about Stowa's development. Shouldn't she be crawling? Why doesn't she have teeth yet? She still doesn't eat solid food? Why can't she clap her hands? Is she talking yet? Why are you letting her play on the floor? What if she falls? Why are you sitting on the floor with her? Why don't her clothes match?
It NEVER freaking ends with him. He doesn't believe me when I tell him that her development is on par. He freaked out because I put her on a blanket on the floor. He was so worried about her falling over. Yet he didn't want me to sit with her either.
We also had to discuss our upcoming move again. He's bound and determined to help us move. How bad would it be to just not tell him when or where we move? For some reason he thinks it will be cheaper to buy all new stuff when we get to our new place than to rent a moving truck for a weekend.
It was a long afternoon. He really wanted to go shopping but I didn't want to go through that again. I just kept "not hearing" him when he said stuff about going shopping.
On Saturday we went to the zoo in Capital City. I could tell FIL didn't want to go, but since he didn't flat out say so, we went anyway. It was a pretty hot day. Over 90 degrees. What does FIL decide to wear? Dress pants and a long sleeved dress shirt. It was no wonder he was hot all day. He behaved himself very well though. I'm pretty sure it was because Itchy was with. He behaves much differently around Itchy.
Sunday we went back to his new favorite restaurant, IHOP, for lunch and then he left.
Overall this was a much better weekend. Had he not showed up a day early, it wouldn't have really been that bad. Sure he would still be incredibly annoying, but his annoyingness isn't going to go away. His bad habits (like chewing with his mouth open - I swear he has no manners at all when it comes to eating) are there to stay and I just have to do my best to ignore them.
On Friday I drove Itchy to school so that the baby and I could go see FIL at the hotel. It was either that or he was going to come here and we'd have to sit outside in the hot, hot sun so he could see Stowa. I have no interest in sitting in the parking lot in 90 degree weather. Not that hanging out at the ghetto hotel was more fun, but at least it had A/C.
When Stowa and I got there, I had a my hands full. I had Stowa in her car seat, her diaper bag, a big blanket, a bag of toys, and a tote bag with some other stuff in it. It was heavy. FIL was waiting in the lobby for us. Instead of offering to help, he was trying to get us to go outside and take pictures. Because it wouldn't make more sense to go put the stuff down and then go take the pictures? Logic people, that's all I'm looking for. Not to mention that it was hot outside.
He was once again on my case about Stowa's development. Shouldn't she be crawling? Why doesn't she have teeth yet? She still doesn't eat solid food? Why can't she clap her hands? Is she talking yet? Why are you letting her play on the floor? What if she falls? Why are you sitting on the floor with her? Why don't her clothes match?
It NEVER freaking ends with him. He doesn't believe me when I tell him that her development is on par. He freaked out because I put her on a blanket on the floor. He was so worried about her falling over. Yet he didn't want me to sit with her either.
We also had to discuss our upcoming move again. He's bound and determined to help us move. How bad would it be to just not tell him when or where we move? For some reason he thinks it will be cheaper to buy all new stuff when we get to our new place than to rent a moving truck for a weekend.
It was a long afternoon. He really wanted to go shopping but I didn't want to go through that again. I just kept "not hearing" him when he said stuff about going shopping.
On Saturday we went to the zoo in Capital City. I could tell FIL didn't want to go, but since he didn't flat out say so, we went anyway. It was a pretty hot day. Over 90 degrees. What does FIL decide to wear? Dress pants and a long sleeved dress shirt. It was no wonder he was hot all day. He behaved himself very well though. I'm pretty sure it was because Itchy was with. He behaves much differently around Itchy.
Sunday we went back to his new favorite restaurant, IHOP, for lunch and then he left.
Overall this was a much better weekend. Had he not showed up a day early, it wouldn't have really been that bad. Sure he would still be incredibly annoying, but his annoyingness isn't going to go away. His bad habits (like chewing with his mouth open - I swear he has no manners at all when it comes to eating) are there to stay and I just have to do my best to ignore them.
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