Spencer has waited six years to read the latest George R. R. Martin book, "Dancing Song Dragon Sword Ice Game." Several days ago I made him these to enjoy his book. The R's stand for Raspberry and Rhubarb. I really enjoyed these books as well but I didn't want to keep reading after the red wedding. I feel like there is so much drama already in my life I don't want my entertainment to torment me.
Speaking of, I haven't written in well over a year since having my new baby and my parent's divorce. There was a lot going on and whenever I thought about making a post it was really preachy.
We had a home visit from the midwife yesterday. There were some rather personal exams to do. So after all the outside work was done Spencer took Adia out of the room and the midwife and I fished the rest of the exam.
Later Adia wanted to play midwife and mommy.
"What's your midwife name?" I asked Adia wondering if she would pretend to be Kim, her nursery teacher.
"Fishy Turtle King, but others call me Katelyn." She said this like it was something I would recognize.
We checked blood pressure and listened to the heartbeat.
"Okay now the scary part," said Adia.
"What scary part?" I asked.
"The part where the midwife puts on the gloves." (This was the last thing Adia saw as she left the room.)
I couldn't think of what to tell Adia. The truth seemed way too complicated to explain plus I don't want her to play that kind of midwife and mommy with her friends. So I told Adia the midwife had to take some blood samples. It also seemed like someone who held the name of Fishy Turtle King would be an expert at drawing blood.
On another note: Mormons believe there is still more great knowledge to come. My sister has a theory that it is how to live as a global community.
I found this video last night about our empathetic civilization. I found it very beautiful and thought on what my sister said.
I really love this idea of viewing everyone as your countryman.
I don't believe in karma there are some truly awful things that happen and I know it's not because of their actions.
Still, it's satisfying to see people get what they deserve.
I have a brother and he's older than me. No hallway or doorway was safe. You never knew when he was going to jump out. On several occasions shoved his socks in my mouth after football practice. He gave me welts by making his ring finger go perfectly limp, then whipping me with it. He chased my sisters and I on a moped and the fact that it was pink didn't lessen the fear (well maybe a little).
The other day I was talking to my brother's wife. I heard a scream in the background and sigh from the sis-in-law.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's child #2 he isn't happy unless child #3 is upset."
Me: Adia, why are you naked? Adia: Cause I am. Me: Sorry for asking such a stupid question.
I'm already being sassed my her. Guess I need to take back the pink backpack birthday gift and get that Prada bag she wanted.
I haven't written for a while since there have been too many things going on that would reduce me to ranting rather then what ever else I do here. I drove to Utah and saw my little sister give birth which was beautiful but her hospital and staff were so barbaric and cruel. My older sister moved so I was helping her pack and get rid of stuff (into my closet.) Her daughter and mine are best friends and I love my sister. This is going to be a hard move. It's great to have a friend you can fight with and it means nothing the next day.
Adia got to call her cousin where the conversation was mainly Adia telling Eva how much she liked grapes. I wish I could call people tell how much I love kombucha (pregnancy craving) and have them in tears because they don't understand why I am not over there hanging out with them.
Adia had a nightmare that the new baby ate all the yogurt. Didn't even save her the empty carton to lick out. Every night brings a 4am panic of being bumped.
She likes to take off her clothes and crawl around making annoying babble noises and refuses to ask for what she wants. I played along but I so sick of it. She even woke up screaming that I need to turn her big girl bed back into a crib. I'm scared as her last effort she is going to try and crawl back into my uterus.
So mothers or two children how in the world can I get her to sleep through the night confident that I am not growing her replacement?
This is what I have done already: I tell her I love her, she is still my little girl and I will always be her mommy. She is excited too she talks about the new baby and wants to be the one to hold the baby. I never call her the big girl or act like she needs to man up. I've read books about dealing with two kids today we are heading to the library for movies and books on kids getting a new sibling.
This will most likely be a boring post. When it comes to my kid I have no idea what's entertaining and what isn't.
Adia climbed into my bed around 4 am wiggling and kicking more then the baby trappedin my uterus.
I got fed up with my lack of sleep and asked her if she wanted me to go back to her room so we could talk about what was scaring her. I thought I would figure out if it was something in her room.
"Is there something in here that scares you?" I asked once we were settled in her room.
"Nothing in my room is scary," she says. "There's a dragon who is my friend and talks to me."
"What color is he?"
"His eyes are pink and his squares (think she means scales) are purple and his hand are purple and he has toesies and feet and his sticks (think she means spikes?) are purple and he has a tail... and wings. He's nice."
"Is he big or little"
He's big and there is a little dragon who is nice too and a yellow dragon is shy."
"When did you first see them."
"When they were happy... They live in a big hole and they come out and make scary things go away... Scary things like alligators and Tinkerbell."
"Wait, Tinkerbell is scary?" She's never seen Peter Pan but she has me read the picture book quite often.
"Yeah when she's mad."
We talked about it and she caught Spencer and I watching the special features on the making of Pushing daisies. I tried to explain that it's a halloween show where people dress up. She loves Halloween and wants to check out books and movies (Max and Ruby) about Halloween. I guess it didn't work the makeup job just looks too good on that show.
Adia likes to pull the blankets out of my basket, curl up inside and fall asleep. She calls it her chickadee nest (for the worried moms out there the sides are loosely woven).
Today I watched kids climbing up the slide having a really good time about it. I turned to the parents and said, "I love that you let your kids climb up the slide. It drives me crazy when parents make such a big deal about kids playing on something the wrong way. They are just having fun and getting exercise." I was a little confused on their reaction I watch faces more then I listen to the words so when they said "Foot in your mouth." I came to really confused on what that conversation was about. I hardly listen to people when they talk.
Spencer told me that while the kids were climbing up the slide the parents were yelling at them to stop. I had congratulated them on not doing what they were doing. I then watched the dad get up and scream in the little girls face about not climbing down the rock wall. I'm really glad I didn't pay any attention to what he was saying. I'm a much happier person when I don't listen to people.
Also, Kids need to play more without parents dictating how it should be done.
I have a confession: I think Star Wars is boring. Most of my friends already know this. I have finally decided to come clean to the world after years of deception. Everyone I knew loved the movies. I faked my way through watching the movies tring to get lines to quote. I bought tons of junk. I bought any Yoda doll I came across and stickers that I covered my binder with. I pretended to have crushes on Han and Luke but most of all I watched those movies a lot.
I remember telling one of my friends (who actually did do this) that I was going to get a tattoo of the rebel symbol. This would be the equivalent of me getting a Pride and Prejudice tattoo. Luckily by the time I was invited to watch Pride and Prejudice I didn't feel like I needed to like the same things to be friends with someone.
I don't feel like I have better taste in movies than anyone. I seem to like any artsy or literary foreign film or animated movie for children. But my rule for all film: If it's not funny I usually don't like it.
* Spencer edits my blogs before I post them. "Star Wars is funny!" he says, sounding pretty upset.
"Was it every time I was nodding off?" I ask.
Spencer you knew what I was when you picked me up!
Big sis has always been a mama's girl. Mom had to be the last person to kiss her goodbye before she went to school. If my dad kissed her last she would have to go get another one from my mom.
So my brother started the "I hate you daddy" mimic where we exaggerated everything big sis did into meaning, I hate you daddy.
It was nice because: A. It infuriated my sister. B. It made me look great.
I thought if my dad thought my sister hated him then by default I would be his favorite.
My older sister came home from college and was eating dinner with my family. As a recent development my dad would sometimes choke when food was too spicy (everything is fine now; that's not a problem.)
No one had told my sister about this so when my dad make choking noises my sister thought my dad was joking that the food was terrible. Big sis started to laugh and laugh. It lasted a little longer then it should have.
So as my dad choked and listened to the laughter of his eldest daughter he thought, 'oh shit, she really does hate me.'
*Author's note: For those of you who don't know my dad, this would not be an accurate description if I had left out the 'oh shit.'
Random thought: About a year ago I drove to church and saw that there would be a tea party in Bellingham. I was super excited and wished Adia was a little older so she could have tea without needing it in a sippy cup. I thought about how great Bellingham was for having these free events but wondered why it was held at a Walmart parking lot and not in one of the many beautiful parks. I saw the event the next week. Wrong kind of tea party. Sometimes I think I really need to get a TV.
Last night I heard scratching at my bedroom window. This is odd since I live on the 2nd story. It was a big fat raccoon. I have no idea how his chubby body was able to scale the house.
When I was little my brother use to try and convince me that I was adopted. I secretly hoped he was right. My true parents were royal and had to give me up because that is what royalty does.
My mom thought freckles were the ultimate sign of beauty so when she was a little girl she use to paint them on. This isn't a picture of my mom; it's Adia.
It drives me crazy when I meet mothers who obsess over keeping clothes on dolls. Kids are curious about bodies and there isn't anything dirty of perverted about that. When I was 5 or 6 I was looking through my mom's medical books and found an illustration of a naked man. I hurried the book to my mom thinking she would flip.
"That's what the male body looks like," she told me. "There is nothing wrong with that but please don't show your friends. Some mothers don't want their children to see that yet."
I don't remember what that picture looked like and I never pulled out that book again but I was really comforted by the thought that I could talk to my mom about sexuality without her freaking out or thinking I was dirty.
One morning when Spencer was getting Adia out of her crib she was so excited to tell him: "Ariel came into my room, she took my money and flew out the window!"
I have a really good idea for a post but haven't been able to post since I've been on the brink of death. Some people might call what I had a "cold" but I am pretty sure the common cold isn't runny nose, sneezing, and headache. That really can only mean I am dying.
The doctor had the most glorious beard I have ever seen. Her beard was far greater then anything my husband could grow. Sorry Spencer.
When the the doctor left, my sister in law turned to me eyes wide and whispered, "Did you see that beard!?"
I felt bad for talking about it, I mean what if she didn't realize she had a long full beard? What if it was like getting spinach stuck in your teeth? I quickly came to the conclusion that beards do not grow without the owner of the face noticing. My conclusion has settled that instead of shaving or waxing that is is proud of her luxurious beard.
Adia and I were having a tea party cause Adia hates taxes.
Just kidding.
It was the happy kind of tea parties, where tea is hurled all over the room and whole cookies are shoved in mouths in without chewing.
Adia said "Monster come to tea party!" so I went and got Animal. I threw his head out from behind the door frame and asked in a monster voice, "You having tea party?"
There was a couple minutes of silence so I looked into the room. I saw color return to Adia's face as a smile replaced her terror-stricken-eyes.
I didn't mean to scare her.
It's hard to imagine that Animal coming to life and floating four feet off the ground is possible to her.
Random fact: Last time I was pregnant I made up a snack. You dip a banana in yogurt and eat. I called it the Freudian snack.
The previous post has been deleted because I rant for a while about something I don't care about. A fetus will totally make you freak out at the dumbest things (I'm pregnant again). The previous post was about how panels only seem to attract people who already agree. There really is never much of a discussion. I am changing this post into my freak out over a cake. I have probably posted this before.
I was pregnant with Adia and didn't know it. I came home from Church fasting. All I thought about was my lemon cake. Cake is rarely around when you want it and since we are gluten free I made it from scratch.
I waited the eternal 20 minutes and when I pulled it out of the oven the center had fallen! That poop cake was not going to get away with this. I took out a butter knife and swore like a middle school kid desperately trying to mimic a Kevin Smith movie and attacked the cake. Spencer came out of the bedroom and quickly turned around and didn't come out until he heard sobbing. He found me ten minutes later on the floor, crying and eating cake
When Spencer and I went to Scotland we spent some time talking to a girl in a crowded pub. She was boring, like an abstract painting that you to pretend you appreciate. We spent a long time trying to figure out where she was from. She sounded like an odd mix of Dick Van Dyke (from Mary Poppins), Groundskeeper Willie with a hint of Wallace and Gromit.
"Where are you from? I asked. "I've been trying to place where you are from but for the life of me can't figure it out." Her face lit up like I was writing a story about her.
"Keliforrrnia." (California)
I was confused. This girl's accent was ridiculous "How long have you been here?"
"6 months!" She was so proud that she was blending in with the locals. Too bad they were just other U.S. tourists.
Zach, this was in Edinburgh by the way. Tell me if you run into her.
Oh Radiolab I miss you. I thought about you this morning and drew you this picture.
When my sister went to BYU Hawaii she met a roommate from Olympia, Washington. Over winter break my sister visited the roommate and they walked along the coast.
"What ocean do you think this is?" asked the roommmate
"well..." my sister began. "We are in the Pacific Northwest so I think it's safe to assume the Pacific Ocean."
"....oooh."
I think when applying to go to Hawaii the final question should be 'what ocean is Hawaii in?'
Today while eating dinner Adia said, "He go outside."
"Who went outside?" I asked.
"A ghost," said Adia
"Really? What does he look like?"
"Like a cow."
"Where in the world did you hear the word ghost? How do you know what one is?" I asked. She pointed at the empty door, where apparently the ghost cow was standing.
Then it shouted MOO!
Okay the last "moo" part was made up. The first part was a real conversation.
She doesn't seem to have any of my interests. Mainly she likes to collect rocks and sticks and dress up like a princess.
Today we made robot heads and watched Spectacular Spiderman (which seems to pick up a little of Ramos's art.)
She squealed "Spiderman is cool!"
Finally!
I was starting to believe that maybe Spencer just reproduced asexually and laid the egg in my womb like some alien.
(front and back of robot head)
This post is a little boring so: Random Fact (I said I would do this 6 months ago):
If I am startled I punch. I once punched a clown in a haunted house because he jumped out in front of me. It was a challenge when I was in drama to hide in the wings and try to scare me without getting punched.
Recently at church I almost stabbed a 10 year old boy with scissors when he jumped out behind the door.
You never know when it will be a gang of ninjas so I never let my guard down.
I hate potty training. I don't want to spend time reading books on it either. I just want someone to say this is how you do it and get it done with. I tried giving her a jedgie (jelly) beans after every potty sitting, we got new underwear, new potty decorated it with stickers and she has seen her friends and people she admired use the potty. She just stands where she is and watches the pee fall out.
I am taking Melanie's idea and banning her from potty training till she is three.
This was my last straw:
She has a book about dogs, a fabric book where you feel the dog fur. She used the book as a stepping stool and peed all over it.
Cooking all your favorite foods with a special ingredient.
Please send me a comment if you would like to pre-order your book. I am expecting to out sell Paula Dean so please get on the list before they are all gone.
The R's stand for Raspberry and Rhubarb.
I feel so lucky to live where I do.
Me: Adia, why are you naked?
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Adia likes to pull the blankets out of my basket, curl up inside and fall asleep. She calls it her chickadee nest (for the worried moms out there the sides are loosely woven).
I have a confession: I think Star Wars is boring.
Big sis has always been a mama's girl. Mom had to be the last person to kiss her goodbye before she went to school. If my dad kissed her last she would have to go get another one from my mom.
These are random and not related:
I have a really good idea for a post but haven't been able to post since I've been on the brink of death. Some people might call what I had a "cold" but I am pretty sure the common cold isn't runny nose, sneezing, and headache. That really can only mean I am dying.
Adia and I were having a tea party cause Adia hates taxes.
The previous post has been deleted because I rant for a while about something I don't care about.
When Spencer and I went to Scotland we spent some time talking to a girl in a crowded pub. She was boring, like an abstract painting that you to pretend you appreciate. We spent a long time trying to figure out where she was from. She sounded like an odd mix of Dick Van Dyke (from Mary Poppins), Groundskeeper Willie with a hint of Wallace and Gromit.
Adia looks like Spencer.
