Thursday, September 13, 2007


I have this jumble in my head of things that I want to remember, because I am so scatterbrained lately that I feel like I'll forget everything about this time of my life. Parents of teenagers keep telling me that these years of raising small children were the best of their lives. Being that I had mine so close together, this time is extra short for me, and so full of utter chaos that I am unable to stop and savor anything.

Adelyn starts school on Monday, FINALLY, and she's quite the charmer. On the first day of school for Bella & Riley, we went to Applebee's for dinner, which the kids think is the peak of culinary expertise. That's OK, they have a Weight Watchers menu, so it suits me quite well also. So here I am at Applebee's, yelling at Adelyn to behave or she won't get her ice cream (which is free on Tuesdays, though they did sneak in a one dollar price increase without me realizing it at first). Adelyn starts whining "I am have," over and over again and I didn't understand what she was saying. She was pronouncing it haave, which rhymes with Maeve, and if it weren't for Vincent, I wouldn't have understood what she was saying. Today she threw another three-ism at me - I told her that he time was up, and she insisted that no, her time was down. I know it sounds trite to chuckle at the musings of a confused three year old, but these are the moments that I would like to savor, these glimpses into Adelyn's three year old mind trying to make sense of the world around her. Sometimes I treat her like a child far older than three out of necessity - I make her brush her own teeth, I get angry if she can't, or won't, put on her own shoes, because I have so many other kids to care for. But she's still a baby in so many ways and I'm missing the last shadowy glimpses of that babyhood.

Speaking of babies, Catherine is no longer considered a baby in the true sense of the word, either. She is now walking almost exclusively, toddling around the house trying to unroll the toilet paper and pull all of the DVDs out of the armoire. She giggles and dances and nods fervently when I ask her if she's hungry or wants to go night-nights. She is an absolute doll. Even so, every time I go to the grocery store I can't believe that there will be no more jars of baby food. I suppose this is a good thing, being that Vincent and I saved just about every empty container at the end, in a pack rat sort of frenzy to ensure that, yes, if anyone ever needed a tiny jar or plastic lidded thing for an extra set of nails, we've got one. What we don't have is video tape of Catherine's first steps - the video camera stopped working right before our weeks at the beach, when she was only making one or two solitary attempts at stepping away from a supported stance. Today, of course, our new camera (used on eBay) arrived and I haven't yet taken it out of the box. I'll try to get to it before she actually starts running.

Catherine is so cute that Bella cannot keep her hands off of her. Ever. She is constantly trying to feed her, or pick her up, which is especially treacherous being that Catherine only ways about 10 lbs. less than Bella does. Bella is so tiny that I bought her an XS skirt (On sale at Target! Score!) and it literally fell down around her ankles without even touching her waist. I was out one night at bedtime and again the next morning (working maybe?) but on the following night, Bella marches into my bedroom, trailed by Vincent, wearing Catherine's sized 12-18 month pajamas. The were two-pieced, long sleeved, though on Bella they appeared to be 3/4 sleeves and Capri's. Still, as I looked incredulously at Vincent and advised him that those were Catherine's pajamas, he shrugged sheepishly and announced that she had worn them to bed the previous night.

Riley, on the other hand, is a first grader, in school all day. He has homework every night and eats in the cafeteria (though not the cafeteria food, as they don't serve cheese sandwiches every day). He can also sound out words independently, though he does tend to rush a guess first. I think this is so he doesn't look weak or stupid, which is amazing to me that a 6 year old would already be beaten down enough to think that way. He has refused to bring his dinosaur water bottle, the one that matches his lunch bag and backpack, into school anymore because, "I don't think any first graders drink from stuff like that Mom." OK Riley.

So, here we are. School is closed for the Jewish holiday, which I explained to the kids that we don't celebrate but don't worry the Jews aren't getting any presents today either. That and a lunchtime trip to the park near Vincent's work (and McDonald's) made for a pleasant day.

We are redecorating the living room - painting and everything because by God I really hate the color scheme that Vincent talked me into even though he swears that it was totally my idea. I got a comfy accent chair and ordered a sofa and loveseat that are being delivered on Saturday. The walls aren't painted yet but having the furniture here will help me to narrow down the six or so swatches I have on the windowsill. If it's totally done by Christmas I will be absolutely thrilled. Of course, I'll post pictures when that happens.

Weight Watchers tonight - and random leftovers for dinner. I don't really know what to do with myself at 3:30 when I am not preparing dinner. Which is exactly how I ended up blogging, I guess.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

First day of school!

First day of school!
Originally uploaded by Stolidoli
It's offical! Today is the first day of school - Riley is a full-day first grader, and he's having lunch in the cafeteria today. Bella heads in at 12:10 for 1/2 day kindergarten, and, not to be outdone, Adelyn donned her backpack despite not starting school for another two weeks.

My schedule is going to be a nightmare this year - no buses for such a small town - so Riley gets dropped off at 8:15, Adelyn driopped off by 9am, then Bella dropped off at noon and Adelyn picked up, and then the oldest two picked up at 3pm. Of course, this week Bella is supposed to "Acclamate" to kindergarten, so she only has class from 12:10 until 2:10, then back at 3 to pick up Riley. When's Catherine supposed to nap? God only knows.

But this time next year, Catherine will also be a preschooler and I'll get to start drinking in the mornings with three hours to myself. I think I'm kidding, but I'm not sure yet. ;)

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Bernie Bott's

I have been reading Riley the Harry Potter books ever since he saw my euphoria at receiving book #7. We are on book #2 now and it's fun but boy does it take a long time to read out loud.

Anyway, last night I came home with Bernie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Riley, thrilled to try one, tells me, "Well, I eat my own boogers so I wouldn't mind getting a booger flavored one."

That's my boy.


Somebody please help me understand how so many can manage their children, their homes, and their blogs too?

friends often ask how I am able to make "fancy" dinners every night - the answer is that while some of you take the time to scrub your toilets, we are busy peeing in squalor and feasting on Osso Bucco. But blogging? I am a miserable failure there.

I do plan on posting something more meaningful soon. Catherine is one year old already and I've been busy, but I need to start journaling again. In the meantime, I'll try to post a picture of the kids from our trip to the beach.

Monday, November 06, 2006


I can't believe how long it's been since I posted. We have had ongoing construction, a leaking shower that just keeps on leaking, croup, pink eye (several times), colds and coughs(many many many of these), plus my grandfather went into renal failure and spent a week in ICU and is still in the hospital awaiting a SNF or rehab placement. Not to mention a smiley three month old who hates to be ignored and LOVES to be held. All. The. Time.

Or those competing school drop off and pickup schedules...We drop Riley off at 8:15, then Peep and the Big Wide World is on, then Bella gets dropped of at 9 (with Adelyn on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays). Riley is picked up at 11:10 and the girls at noon, but on Thursdays Adelyn and I go to the Little Gym first, from 9:15 to 10. I have to nurse the baby somewhere in there at least once. Then lunch, and maybe some activity (the park, a walk, a store, etc) before Adelyn naps from 1:30ish on. If I'm lucky I get to take a shower every day around 2:30ish if both Adelyn and Cate are sleeping. Then I start dinner. We eat when Vincent gets home and then have some free time until the bedtime routine starts. I'm usually trying to get Cate down by 7:30 or so, and she wants to nurse forever, so I usually go to bed with her and stay there while Vincent (sometimes, not last night) cleans up the kitchen. Otherwise, I do it in the morning.

You'll notice that there is no room on my schedule for updating my blog. Or cleaning and organizing my house. So, neither gets done. And when I DO try to update my blog, I am stepping over toys to do so.

Riley is the "Star of the Week" this week in kindergarten, so I had to prepare photos and do a questionnaire with him last night. Too cute. More on this later, I hope.

Peep is almost over and my tea is over-brewed. Hopefully I'll get a chance to update more later on the general craziness here.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006


This is an actual email that I just sent my husband:

Adelyn took off her diaper while I was trying to help Bella clean the basement. Poop EVERYWHERE - face, hands, floor, train tracks. Had to put her in tub. Tub needs scrubbing before being used. Not sure if I will get to it - can't do while holding crying infant. Is it 5:00 yet?

See, you don't actually need to ask how it's going. You don't want to know.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Hobbling along

I've been having an inordinate amount of pain this time, and almost went to the ER the other night. Ran out of Percocet, God help me. I haven't had much time to write anything, between lactating furiously and hobbling around in agony, but thought I should get something out just for the sake of doing so.

Construction has been on hold and time generally standing still here, which I suppose is helpful for the moment. I did get my kitchen fully functioning last week, and have been cooking dinner for the first time since June. It's odd to have to stop what you're doing in the middle of a recipe and wonder where you put your mixing bowls, but I'm getting used to it.

We cannot find doorknobs to match the old ones in our 1920's Dutch Colonial. We did pay a small fortune for five-panel wood doors to match the old ones, and I wanted those crystal doorknobs as well. At the moment, however, all of the new doors in the house have no doorknobs at all. You try going into your powder room after major abdominal surgery and having to bend over to pry the door back open with your finger in the little gap between the door and the floor. OUCH. Please, if anyone knows of a place to find doorknobs ASAP, clue me in.

Well, I have to go "milk the baby" now, as Riley calls it. Adelyn was far more concerned, as she turned to me in horror one day as I was nursing Catie and decreed, "Baby's biting you!!" It seems that she has forgotten completely about nursing herself, which only ended less than a year ago.

Ooooh, engorgement. Back later!

Monday, August 14, 2006


Why did they give me 100 Motrin tablets but only 30 Percocet? I totally need more Percocet and I'm almost out.

Thank you for all of the well wishes. I csan't seem to email back a response individually so I'll have to settle for thanking you here.

Recovery has been harder this time - I don't know if it's the placental abruption, the extra incision, or just that I am on my 4th C-Section. But I'm still in pain and I just want to be well again and move on.

Catherine is showing signs of holding her own against three siblings - she is not afraid to cry to let me know when she's hungry. She is also incredibly alert and remains adorable, of course.

I wish I could type more but I'm spent, and it's two flights of stairs up to my bed. Oh, and my countertop was installed today so it's almost time to post the "After" pics from the (Alleged) Home Addition. And I guess the "Before" pics too, come to think of it. I know that my daughter is beautiful but I have to say that she is getting some stiff competition from our home remodeling in the looks department. I actually have to caress my granite countertops every time I walk past them.