Goose is out of control. Every morning he gets up and watches the shortcuts, an NFL game in less than 30 minutes, that Lance has recorded from the previous week and then Sports Center. The kids can tell us scores from games, players from different teams...basically he is my husband and brother, but only six. Lance says he wasn't this interested at Goose's age. I must admit I am super proud of him.
And it's not just football.
He scrolls though all the channels looking for both football and basketball games, shouting who will be playing and when. (In fact, he can now work the remote better than me.) He got mad at Lance this morning because we don't subscribe to a channel that had a replay of Auburn versus South Carolina.
The only problem with this obsession: I have caught him watching women's Big 10 basketball twice in the past week. This is taking things a bit too far.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Nothing Says Christmas Like Darth Vadar?
I love Star Wars. The original three. I can even handle the Ewoks. Empire Strikes Back is a movie I can watch over and over again. The news that Empire Strikes Back is going into the National Film Registry made me happy.
It also reminded me of all the Star Wars Ornaments I have in the attic. Long ago in another lifetime, I dated a guy who loved Star Wars. In fact, Lance is the only person I ever dated that didn't like Star Wars at all. We used to decorate a tree and bought Star Wars ornaments every year. When Lance and I got married, he saw them and decided they weren't going on his tree. He didn't see the correlation between Darth Vadar and Christmas. After we had been married a year, I got an email from the old boyfriend asking about the ornaments. He wanted some of them since he had purchased some of them. To be clear, they were gifts to me, and not really something that you would split after a breakup. It's not like we lived together and purchased the stuff together. I couldn't believe he had the nerve to ask for the ornaments. I thought it slightly petty and ignored his email after telling everyone about it. Years later, I wish I knew where he was so I could get rid of the box of ornaments taking up space in my attic.
It also reminded me of all the Star Wars Ornaments I have in the attic. Long ago in another lifetime, I dated a guy who loved Star Wars. In fact, Lance is the only person I ever dated that didn't like Star Wars at all. We used to decorate a tree and bought Star Wars ornaments every year. When Lance and I got married, he saw them and decided they weren't going on his tree. He didn't see the correlation between Darth Vadar and Christmas. After we had been married a year, I got an email from the old boyfriend asking about the ornaments. He wanted some of them since he had purchased some of them. To be clear, they were gifts to me, and not really something that you would split after a breakup. It's not like we lived together and purchased the stuff together. I couldn't believe he had the nerve to ask for the ornaments. I thought it slightly petty and ignored his email after telling everyone about it. Years later, I wish I knew where he was so I could get rid of the box of ornaments taking up space in my attic.
Monday, December 27, 2010
We Don't Roll Tide In This House
Have I mentioned that Goose is a total trash talker? Chelsea came over earlier in the week and was wearing a Bama shirt. Goose immediately smirked about it to the Baby Hulk. Within hearing distance. She told him that she could hear him, but he didn't care.
On Christmas Eve at the 1560 party, Chelsea told Goose that the hoodie below was a Bama hoodie because of the design. Christmas morning, he received two Longhorn hoodies and immediately let us know that the Bama hoodie needed to go to the donation pile. There would be no chance of anyone else wearing such an offensive jacket.
On Christmas Eve at the 1560 party, Chelsea told Goose that the hoodie below was a Bama hoodie because of the design. Christmas morning, he received two Longhorn hoodies and immediately let us know that the Bama hoodie needed to go to the donation pile. There would be no chance of anyone else wearing such an offensive jacket.
Scenes From Christmas~ 2010
While this time of year is a bit busier for us with a newborn, we managed to keep most of our traditions, just on a smaller scale. My mom even let us borrow a Charlie Brown type Christmas tree, which all four boys HATED. It's not that Lance and I loved it, but I am more than happy that I don't have much work dealing with a tree this year.
Despite my plans to bake before Baby Z arrived, it didn't happen. So last week, I spent a day and a half power baking for family and our butcher. We didn't bake as much as normal, but we did have five kinds of cookies plus bread.
1560 party...yes, I went and took ALL. OF. MY. KIDS. Chelsea came into town to drive us out there. I think she has a future as a nanny, but she seems committed to finishing school at Bama. I love this party, Chelsea had never been before and was surprised at the amount of people there. It's hard to explain, but it's something that listeners really enjoy being a part of. Everyone was super nice and excited about the baby. And I got to meet Jill in person, someone I met through the blog, that I feel like I know really well! The only thing missing from the party was Ragin Bull Tailgaters.
The kids were finally able to check out some lights on Christmas Eve. I don't know why they love it so much, but they do. Despite all the tackiness out there, nothing says Christmas time more than outdoor lights.
Lance offered Squirt the chance to eat at Trulucks alone. I thought it would be nice, just the two of them having a nice meal alone. Squirt would have none of that. He wanted to pick up the food and bring it home so the entire family could eat together. There are so many times that I wonder if we have this parenting thing down, ESPECIALLY now that we have a teenager, but this is proof that we are doing something right. It must be. Now to remember this the next time I get pissed off! Of course, he did walk to the dining room table in a sleeveless shirt, and when I asked him to change, he put on a white undershirt instead. He finally got it right on the third try.
The boys, even Squirt, had some sort of X-mas pj's. The Baby Hulk picked out Baby Z's pj's, which were not my favorite, but turned out to be the only thing that fit. And while Lance grumbled the entire time, he managed to get some great pictures of my kids!
This is it as far as the nativity scenes I set out this year.
First thing Christmas morning, the boys placed baby Jesus in the nativity scene!
One of my all time favorite nativities...there is a larger version that could go on a table, but I have nowhere to put it.
We went to Mass before opening gifts, and the boys were so good again. It is so awesome to me that they can see all their presents sitting under the tree and not fuss about having to wait. They are very normal kids, they love presents, but on this day, they amaze me with their willingness to wait and worship before opening a single thing. And this year my parents went more overboard than usual, but as my mom said there weren't any gifts she regretted or wanted to save for a later date. The kids have been playing nonstop with their new loot, so while they may be on overload, I am happy to report that both the kids and I are satisfied with their choices. Now for time to sit with my new MAC.
Despite my plans to bake before Baby Z arrived, it didn't happen. So last week, I spent a day and a half power baking for family and our butcher. We didn't bake as much as normal, but we did have five kinds of cookies plus bread.
1560 party...yes, I went and took ALL. OF. MY. KIDS. Chelsea came into town to drive us out there. I think she has a future as a nanny, but she seems committed to finishing school at Bama. I love this party, Chelsea had never been before and was surprised at the amount of people there. It's hard to explain, but it's something that listeners really enjoy being a part of. Everyone was super nice and excited about the baby. And I got to meet Jill in person, someone I met through the blog, that I feel like I know really well! The only thing missing from the party was Ragin Bull Tailgaters.
The kids were finally able to check out some lights on Christmas Eve. I don't know why they love it so much, but they do. Despite all the tackiness out there, nothing says Christmas time more than outdoor lights.
Lance offered Squirt the chance to eat at Trulucks alone. I thought it would be nice, just the two of them having a nice meal alone. Squirt would have none of that. He wanted to pick up the food and bring it home so the entire family could eat together. There are so many times that I wonder if we have this parenting thing down, ESPECIALLY now that we have a teenager, but this is proof that we are doing something right. It must be. Now to remember this the next time I get pissed off! Of course, he did walk to the dining room table in a sleeveless shirt, and when I asked him to change, he put on a white undershirt instead. He finally got it right on the third try.
The boys, even Squirt, had some sort of X-mas pj's. The Baby Hulk picked out Baby Z's pj's, which were not my favorite, but turned out to be the only thing that fit. And while Lance grumbled the entire time, he managed to get some great pictures of my kids!
This is it as far as the nativity scenes I set out this year.
First thing Christmas morning, the boys placed baby Jesus in the nativity scene!
One of my all time favorite nativities...there is a larger version that could go on a table, but I have nowhere to put it.
We went to Mass before opening gifts, and the boys were so good again. It is so awesome to me that they can see all their presents sitting under the tree and not fuss about having to wait. They are very normal kids, they love presents, but on this day, they amaze me with their willingness to wait and worship before opening a single thing. And this year my parents went more overboard than usual, but as my mom said there weren't any gifts she regretted or wanted to save for a later date. The kids have been playing nonstop with their new loot, so while they may be on overload, I am happy to report that both the kids and I are satisfied with their choices. Now for time to sit with my new MAC.
Friday, December 24, 2010
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas!
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Get Moving Now
Disclaimer: This post is of no interest to men. I promise. And I warned you.
When it comes to my weight, I'm vain. I admit it. With the normal size of my chest, I've always had to be skinnier because my chest made me look bigger than I really am. I've always been one of those "I just need to lose five pounds" kind of girls. Then I became that women, then I hit my 30's, and I loved my body. It was a perfect size for me. Then I got pregnant and gained over 60 pounds. I lost the weight, but wasn't where I wanted to be. So then I got pregnant with the Baby Hulk and decided I would try and pump breastmilk to lose weight. The fact that it helped my NICU baby at the time was a bonus. But really, it was a pain and the only reason I continued was the rapid weight loss I experienced. And when I had No David, it was the same way. I could eat whatever I wanted, pump a ridiculous amount of milk, dump whatever milk might be tainted with alcohol and be skinny and have food for my baby.
I don't particularly enjoy pumping milk, but I could never bring myself to actually breastfeed despite all of my friends doing it and loving it. Live with this chest your whole life and see if you want a baby hanging on it for even one second. So vain me pumped so much milk that I lost a ton of weight, could workout and keep it off and eat whatever I wanted. I assumed it would be this way again.
What a bad assumption. And here is the annoying part of me...it's day four and despite giving birth to a seven pound baby, a placenta and starting to pump, I've lost five pounds. WTH? Yes, I am already stressed and Lance had the nerve to say it was because I ate a bunch of cupcakes at the hospital. So not the thing to tell me. Then he said I should eat like he does for QWL, and I would see results. (Not that he was saying I wasn't losing weight fast enough, he just didn't want to hear me complain.)
I am pumping and engorged. I've pumped two days and am not making a dent. Did turning 40 really make the difference in milk supply and weight loss? Okay, it's only day four, but still....I am more than frustrated right now. To make matters worse, I am now having to call the creepy lactation consultants for help. Here's a thought to make more women want to breastfeed, (because despite the fact that everyone I know does it, the overall numbers are super low), find consultants that aren't creepy. Is it a job requirement to be a creepy 50 to 60 year old woman? I have searched for answers online to no avail and if things don't get better in a few days, because right now the pain level from being engorged makes me feel nothing from my C-section, I will be calling them for help.
I am waiting for any sign that things are going to be normal as far as recovery goes...night sweats- I have none, milk- it would appear I have nothing but boobs bigger than your worst national geographic image, at least 12 pounds weight loss in week one? Anything would be nice.
So maybe I'm freaking out a bit early, but like I said I am super vain about weight. Plus, my chest really needs some relief in the form of milk release! So I am now praying asking for relief. I would have never predicted that prayer would come from my lips!
When it comes to my weight, I'm vain. I admit it. With the normal size of my chest, I've always had to be skinnier because my chest made me look bigger than I really am. I've always been one of those "I just need to lose five pounds" kind of girls. Then I became that women, then I hit my 30's, and I loved my body. It was a perfect size for me. Then I got pregnant and gained over 60 pounds. I lost the weight, but wasn't where I wanted to be. So then I got pregnant with the Baby Hulk and decided I would try and pump breastmilk to lose weight. The fact that it helped my NICU baby at the time was a bonus. But really, it was a pain and the only reason I continued was the rapid weight loss I experienced. And when I had No David, it was the same way. I could eat whatever I wanted, pump a ridiculous amount of milk, dump whatever milk might be tainted with alcohol and be skinny and have food for my baby.
I don't particularly enjoy pumping milk, but I could never bring myself to actually breastfeed despite all of my friends doing it and loving it. Live with this chest your whole life and see if you want a baby hanging on it for even one second. So vain me pumped so much milk that I lost a ton of weight, could workout and keep it off and eat whatever I wanted. I assumed it would be this way again.
What a bad assumption. And here is the annoying part of me...it's day four and despite giving birth to a seven pound baby, a placenta and starting to pump, I've lost five pounds. WTH? Yes, I am already stressed and Lance had the nerve to say it was because I ate a bunch of cupcakes at the hospital. So not the thing to tell me. Then he said I should eat like he does for QWL, and I would see results. (Not that he was saying I wasn't losing weight fast enough, he just didn't want to hear me complain.)
I am pumping and engorged. I've pumped two days and am not making a dent. Did turning 40 really make the difference in milk supply and weight loss? Okay, it's only day four, but still....I am more than frustrated right now. To make matters worse, I am now having to call the creepy lactation consultants for help. Here's a thought to make more women want to breastfeed, (because despite the fact that everyone I know does it, the overall numbers are super low), find consultants that aren't creepy. Is it a job requirement to be a creepy 50 to 60 year old woman? I have searched for answers online to no avail and if things don't get better in a few days, because right now the pain level from being engorged makes me feel nothing from my C-section, I will be calling them for help.
I am waiting for any sign that things are going to be normal as far as recovery goes...night sweats- I have none, milk- it would appear I have nothing but boobs bigger than your worst national geographic image, at least 12 pounds weight loss in week one? Anything would be nice.
So maybe I'm freaking out a bit early, but like I said I am super vain about weight. Plus, my chest really needs some relief in the form of milk release! So I am now praying asking for relief. I would have never predicted that prayer would come from my lips!
Sunday, December 19, 2010
And Then There Were Five
Quite honestly, I didn't think we'd make it to five. On March 17, 2010, when we should have been celebrating St. Patrick's Day, we were having another miscarriage. Our fifth. And I was done. Over it. I was over having babies in heaven. I could see no grace in it any longer. Lance, who has always been more emotional than me, was done after finally seeing me show some emotion. Then as we were getting ready to leave for Chicago for Brian's graduation, we wondered if we were pregnant again. Just in case, I didn't take my usual Xanax and when we came home we found out that we were indeed pregnant. I wondered how Lance would take the news, but I shouldn't have worried. He was happier than I could have imagined.
This pregnancy has gone by so fast. It was uneventful, until we had that one ultrasound saying we were having a girl. One ultrasound was all they gave us. I didn't buy anything for fear it was wrong, but when I didn't have my usual fast food cravings, I knew it must be right. And on Friday at 12:37 pm, we saw her beautiful face.
This pregnancy has been so blessedly uneventful. It didn't seem like I was pregnant very long. And now we have this sweet little girl in our midst. The boys are all so excited. Even Goose who shows even less emotion than me was so overwhelmed to have a baby sister. He was the first one to see her because the Baby Hulk stepped aside and allowed his big brother to go in first despite me wanting it the other way around. I won't forget the love in Goose's eyes or how he crawled into bed with me because he was worried about me. The wonder of No David at this new baby. And biggest brother Squirt not wanting anyone else to hold his sister just like with No David. And sweet Baby Hulk was in love. He can't get enough of his sister. He really is my sweetest boy.
And my two special girls were there too. Both so excited and posting pics on FB to celebrate this special day. (Just think, one day I'll be visiting them in the hospital!) I would have been excited regardless of anyone else, but to see the love in my recovery room, just a bit over the two person limit, was overwhelming!
Then came my parents, my friend Stacy and brother. All within two hours of this little angel's life. Once we moved to the room, Lance's family came to see the newest Zierlein. Lastly, Cindy and Terese who always come as soon as possible were there. Today, I called a friend who hadn't responded to my text message on Friday because she never received it. She started crying at the news. I love the emotion a baby can bring out in people. This little girl has everyone's attention and she is less than two days old. It is so sweet to see my in-laws for the first time with a newborn and to see my parents go ga-ga again over a baby.
This pregnancy has gone by so fast. It was uneventful, until we had that one ultrasound saying we were having a girl. One ultrasound was all they gave us. I didn't buy anything for fear it was wrong, but when I didn't have my usual fast food cravings, I knew it must be right. And on Friday at 12:37 pm, we saw her beautiful face.
This pregnancy has been so blessedly uneventful. It didn't seem like I was pregnant very long. And now we have this sweet little girl in our midst. The boys are all so excited. Even Goose who shows even less emotion than me was so overwhelmed to have a baby sister. He was the first one to see her because the Baby Hulk stepped aside and allowed his big brother to go in first despite me wanting it the other way around. I won't forget the love in Goose's eyes or how he crawled into bed with me because he was worried about me. The wonder of No David at this new baby. And biggest brother Squirt not wanting anyone else to hold his sister just like with No David. And sweet Baby Hulk was in love. He can't get enough of his sister. He really is my sweetest boy.
And my two special girls were there too. Both so excited and posting pics on FB to celebrate this special day. (Just think, one day I'll be visiting them in the hospital!) I would have been excited regardless of anyone else, but to see the love in my recovery room, just a bit over the two person limit, was overwhelming!
Then came my parents, my friend Stacy and brother. All within two hours of this little angel's life. Once we moved to the room, Lance's family came to see the newest Zierlein. Lastly, Cindy and Terese who always come as soon as possible were there. Today, I called a friend who hadn't responded to my text message on Friday because she never received it. She started crying at the news. I love the emotion a baby can bring out in people. This little girl has everyone's attention and she is less than two days old. It is so sweet to see my in-laws for the first time with a newborn and to see my parents go ga-ga again over a baby.
I know just how the Baby Hulk feels. I don't want to let this little baby out of my arms. We are so grateful to have her in our life. She really is our Christmas gift. And every time the boys bring up the damn tree, I'm going to point at her!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Hello Five?
So...I'm having a baby in about twelve hours. And I'm still up. I actually waited to eat until now so I'm not starving all morning. We'll see if this plan works for me. If not, I will daydream about Miller's Cafe for dinner tomorrow during the section. Thank God I have a doctor who allows me to eat the same day of surgery.
I've been manic all day long. I guess a bit nervous about tomorrow. It's not like we haven't done this before now. And really, c-sections are nothing for me. I know anything could happen, but I'm counting on another smooth recovery. Do I really have any other choice? It's the week before Christmas, and I have four other kids who need me home.
I've been thinking about leaving four and moving onto five. Lance came home from the station today freaking out. Are we really prepared for five kids? It seems like we have a full plate now, how will this one affect our family harmony or lack thereof at times? Will our children remain happy with another one in the house? It's not like we can do anything now, but I understand his stress. We just show it in different ways. He wants to spend time together, I want to clean the entire house that I just cleaned on Saturday. (Although really, it is almost time to clean again.)
I can't really answer if we're ready. But I can answer that this child will come into a house full of love. Two parents who truly love each other and their kids with their entire being. I trust that God gave me the best man to share in this awesome responsibility. I trust that while we make mistakes, we learn from them and do better each day. I am glad that Lance isn't content with the way things are for our family. He constantly wants us to strive to be better. With God's grace, I know we can be the best parents for our kids, including number five. I am so thankful for this pregnancy and the excitement of tomorrow. I have loved being pregnant and feeling this little child grow inside me. It's a feeling I never want to forget, yet I know I will because things just get better once she arrives. I can't wait to see the Baby Hulk tomorrow. Both he and Squirt are so excited about this baby. Both sets of grandparents will be here tomorrow, a first for us! And we have two special girls making an appearance tomorrow. This baby is already so blessed with the abundance of love surrounding her.
We'll post pictures tomorrow, assuming I can figure out how to use my NEW MAC LAPTOP. Thanks Daddy! (Oh God...is this how my daughter is going to be???) Prayers welcome.
I've been manic all day long. I guess a bit nervous about tomorrow. It's not like we haven't done this before now. And really, c-sections are nothing for me. I know anything could happen, but I'm counting on another smooth recovery. Do I really have any other choice? It's the week before Christmas, and I have four other kids who need me home.
I've been thinking about leaving four and moving onto five. Lance came home from the station today freaking out. Are we really prepared for five kids? It seems like we have a full plate now, how will this one affect our family harmony or lack thereof at times? Will our children remain happy with another one in the house? It's not like we can do anything now, but I understand his stress. We just show it in different ways. He wants to spend time together, I want to clean the entire house that I just cleaned on Saturday. (Although really, it is almost time to clean again.)
I can't really answer if we're ready. But I can answer that this child will come into a house full of love. Two parents who truly love each other and their kids with their entire being. I trust that God gave me the best man to share in this awesome responsibility. I trust that while we make mistakes, we learn from them and do better each day. I am glad that Lance isn't content with the way things are for our family. He constantly wants us to strive to be better. With God's grace, I know we can be the best parents for our kids, including number five. I am so thankful for this pregnancy and the excitement of tomorrow. I have loved being pregnant and feeling this little child grow inside me. It's a feeling I never want to forget, yet I know I will because things just get better once she arrives. I can't wait to see the Baby Hulk tomorrow. Both he and Squirt are so excited about this baby. Both sets of grandparents will be here tomorrow, a first for us! And we have two special girls making an appearance tomorrow. This baby is already so blessed with the abundance of love surrounding her.
We'll post pictures tomorrow, assuming I can figure out how to use my NEW MAC LAPTOP. Thanks Daddy! (Oh God...is this how my daughter is going to be???) Prayers welcome.
Thumbs Up For Prelit Trees
Now that I know everyone agrees we need a fake-prelit tree, can someone come over here and explain this to my kids? Don't feel too guilty when they start talking about tradition either.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Joy Thieves, Not In My House
I am one of those people that sweats the small stuff. This morning, I woke up and immediately noticed that the trash was still inside despite multiple reminders from me last night about trash day. While I know that I shouldn't get annoyed about the trash, I can easily justify my feelings. It becomes another thing for me to do in the rush to get out the door in the morning. I can't leave it until later because the trash never comes at the same time each week.
Last night, I promised I wouldn't let anything bother me today. It gets tiring letting every little thing bother me. For me and my family. Today, Lance and I had planned the perfect date. One last day for the two of us before we become a family of seven. I read something about not letting anyone steal your joy. I like how it sounds. Nothing earth shattering, basically you can't control anyone but yourself. I know this, but still I lose my cool. Way too often. So now we're trying this tactic. I will remain joyful despite the teenager who overslept this morning. Despite the four year old who takes 13 minutes to get dressed every morning. It kind of worked, I still got a bit mad when I had to trek Goose all the way to class so he wouldn't be late because of the two slugs this morning.
When the kids screamed at the babysitter for ten minutes straight, I ignored it. I felt bad with them clawing all over me, but I was singing to myself "you're not going to steal my joy". It might be a fault of mine, but I knew the second I opened my mouth, I would lose it. I don't mind crying, but fussy, whiny screams via the Baby Hulk drive me insane. I can try to be comforting, but the kids only go into overdrive. I might look like a cold hearted mother, but in this situation, nothing works for them. They do this crap to my mom half the time, it's just how they act with a babysitter.
I left for my perfect date with Lance happy because I didn't lose it. I felt bad for the boys being upset, but knew they were in good hands and that Lance and I really needed this time alone. We take more solo trips than most people, but other than that, we don't do a lot without the kids mostly due to me. Both Lance and I needed time to talk without kids around and prepare ourselves for this Friday. And the date was even better because we didn't have to talk about how sorry we were for losing our cool.
Later when Goose refused to work on his project assigned last Friday and due tomorrow, I didn't get upset. It would appear his public speaking skills are like mine in that they stink. It would also appear that he should have started working on this over the weekend. But I didn't get mad at him or Lance (who was in charge of the project). It's not my grade, so I chose not to let my joy be stolen.
Lance has been calling the kids "joy thieves" all day. He's mostly kidding. I am hoping that I stay resolved on not letting anyone steal my joy. I know I'll be much happier as will my family.
Last night, I promised I wouldn't let anything bother me today. It gets tiring letting every little thing bother me. For me and my family. Today, Lance and I had planned the perfect date. One last day for the two of us before we become a family of seven. I read something about not letting anyone steal your joy. I like how it sounds. Nothing earth shattering, basically you can't control anyone but yourself. I know this, but still I lose my cool. Way too often. So now we're trying this tactic. I will remain joyful despite the teenager who overslept this morning. Despite the four year old who takes 13 minutes to get dressed every morning. It kind of worked, I still got a bit mad when I had to trek Goose all the way to class so he wouldn't be late because of the two slugs this morning.
When the kids screamed at the babysitter for ten minutes straight, I ignored it. I felt bad with them clawing all over me, but I was singing to myself "you're not going to steal my joy". It might be a fault of mine, but I knew the second I opened my mouth, I would lose it. I don't mind crying, but fussy, whiny screams via the Baby Hulk drive me insane. I can try to be comforting, but the kids only go into overdrive. I might look like a cold hearted mother, but in this situation, nothing works for them. They do this crap to my mom half the time, it's just how they act with a babysitter.
I left for my perfect date with Lance happy because I didn't lose it. I felt bad for the boys being upset, but knew they were in good hands and that Lance and I really needed this time alone. We take more solo trips than most people, but other than that, we don't do a lot without the kids mostly due to me. Both Lance and I needed time to talk without kids around and prepare ourselves for this Friday. And the date was even better because we didn't have to talk about how sorry we were for losing our cool.
Later when Goose refused to work on his project assigned last Friday and due tomorrow, I didn't get upset. It would appear his public speaking skills are like mine in that they stink. It would also appear that he should have started working on this over the weekend. But I didn't get mad at him or Lance (who was in charge of the project). It's not my grade, so I chose not to let my joy be stolen.
Lance has been calling the kids "joy thieves" all day. He's mostly kidding. I am hoping that I stay resolved on not letting anyone steal my joy. I know I'll be much happier as will my family.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Grinch?
Am I a Grinch about certain Christmas traditions? Maybe a bit. Let's just say I'm over Elf on the Shelf and it's only day one for him in our house. I decorated yesterday, and out he came to watch over the kids so he could report their behavior to Santa. Cute idea, I guess, but the elf is super creepy looking. And I have to move him every night so there is proof that he flew back to the North Pole. Our elf was a bit lazy last night and didn't go anywhere. Oops. And of course, the kids noticed. Like I said, this is a cute idea to keep kids in line about behaving, but honestly, it doesn't change any behavior.
The threat of not getting anything from Santa doesn't do a thing for my kids either. Maybe that is because I don't go overboard about Santa. It's not the whole lying to my kids thing, it's just that I don't really put much thought into Santa. We barely get pictures taken with him, we don't write letters to him, and most of their gifts come from us. So Santa isn't a huge deal around here. Personally, I can't wait until Goose finds out there isn't a Santa. There is no way he doesn't crush the Baby Hulk's world in seconds with that information. He's just that mean.
Then there is the tree. Every year the boys pick out the tree with Lance. I'm not allowed to go shopping with them, which is great for all parties. The problem: Lance and I are so itching for a fake tree. My best friend said I was being a Grinch, but what about all the other people with beautiful trees that don't make a huge mess? Are they losing the spirit of the season too? I don't think so. I just don't think I can deal with the mess of a real tree, plus the money saved, not wasting a real tree and on and on. Then tonight at dinner, Squirt asked why we didn't get the tree tonight. What to do about this? Tradition over beautiful convenience...
The threat of not getting anything from Santa doesn't do a thing for my kids either. Maybe that is because I don't go overboard about Santa. It's not the whole lying to my kids thing, it's just that I don't really put much thought into Santa. We barely get pictures taken with him, we don't write letters to him, and most of their gifts come from us. So Santa isn't a huge deal around here. Personally, I can't wait until Goose finds out there isn't a Santa. There is no way he doesn't crush the Baby Hulk's world in seconds with that information. He's just that mean.
Then there is the tree. Every year the boys pick out the tree with Lance. I'm not allowed to go shopping with them, which is great for all parties. The problem: Lance and I are so itching for a fake tree. My best friend said I was being a Grinch, but what about all the other people with beautiful trees that don't make a huge mess? Are they losing the spirit of the season too? I don't think so. I just don't think I can deal with the mess of a real tree, plus the money saved, not wasting a real tree and on and on. Then tonight at dinner, Squirt asked why we didn't get the tree tonight. What to do about this? Tradition over beautiful convenience...
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Daybook~ Countdown
For Today...December 12, 2010
Outside my window...It's cold again. Really cold. So cold that Lance had to put the plants in the garage. At one point, I swear, he said, "get out here and help." I totally pulled the pregnancy card on that one. Plus, he didn't want to hear, again, how I had been on my hands and knees cleaning all week.
I am wearing...a pink shirt and blue sweats. And Snoopy slippers.
I am listening to...the Connells.
17 hours...is how long it took before Lance gave me my Christmas gift. He was sleeping for 7 of those hours.
Around the house...we've had quite the week. Travertine in foyer replaced, looks so awesome. Major cleaning due to all the dust from the initial travertine being ripped out. Shelves up and mostly filled!!! So happy about that. And decorations done except the tree. In my opinion, the house looks nearly perfect. Now for the blinds and dustboards...
For the baby...bassinet up, Thanks Emily! Car seat here, bought a new cover, baby clothes stored in third drawer and bag packed for hospital. Now I just need to find a diaper bag! And maybe buy a package of newborn diapers!
The Baby Hulk...is SO. EMOTIONAL. Everything is either great or terrible. And he fusses like no other. But he is so sweet. Today he saw the bassinet in my room and wanted to know why it wasn't in their room. Goose just said, "what if she wakes us up". I can always count on Goose to see the whole picture. I love how sweet BH is and pray he always stays this way and that some of it rubs off on Goose.
No David...is really turning out pretty cute. Maybe he senses there is competition coming. He is talking so much lately, and we seem to think he's so funny. Tonight, I caught him twirling one of my nativity ornaments. When I told him to stop, he screamed NO.
Goose...blew me a kiss after I dropped him off at school on Friday morning. At times, he is slightly cold, (a nice way of putting it) and I loved this gesture from him.
Squirt...remembered being the first to walk in the room after Goose was born. He and the boys will be the first to see this baby too.
Christmas prep...Didn't get very far this week. I still have the same two gifts to purchase. The goal is to wrap everything I have by Thursday and store Santa gifts in the attic. I need to finish baking and make sure Lance orders my tenderloin for Christmas day. I have a simple and delicious menu planned.
From the kitchen...menu planned, simple all week long. I'm more interested in the sweets anyway.
On living the liturgy...we had a great week. Technically we're not doing a Jesse Tree (b/c quite honestly, I didn't really know much about it), but we are completing a coloring sheet each day and reading the relevant scripture. Next year, I have big plans for the Jesse Tree. We celebrated the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe as well as the Immaculate Conception this week. We even met for Super Saints which made me and the boys so happy. All of our Advent books and Christmas books are out right now, so my guess is that our days will be filled sitting on the couch reading books.
To be fit and happy...last Friday I actually left spin early. I just couldn't get comfortable, and I just decided it didn't matter if I left early. I am hoping to make it to two classes this week only b/c I will miss class for six weeks after the birth and I really love this class.
One of my favorite things...nativity scenes. I have so many beautiful nativity scenes, but this year I didn't unpack much. I know I won't be in the mood to pack them all away, and the reality is that I don't trust anyone else to pack them for me. Since I don't really have room for big nativity sets any longer, I also have a tree devoted to nativity ornaments. Here are my new purchases this year!
I am praying for...the baby and delivery. At my appointment on Friday, I had to have the serious talk with my doctor...problems that could occur and what she would do if anything happened. Then there was the lady from the swim club who talked about getting an infection during delivery. I know it's my doctor's job to inform me, but the other lady...Anyway, I am excited about this baby and feel confident everything will go well, but any prayers would be appreciated.
I am grateful for...my husband who finds me sexy despite being super pregnant.
A few plans for the week...besides have a baby??? Workout, day with Lance, clean, swim lessons, bake, wrap gifts, find a name(!), take it easy...
A picture thought I am sharing...
No David was so sweet this week. After Lance set up the lights, he ran inside and grabbed Snoopy. He then took him outside to show him the lights.
Outside my window...It's cold again. Really cold. So cold that Lance had to put the plants in the garage. At one point, I swear, he said, "get out here and help." I totally pulled the pregnancy card on that one. Plus, he didn't want to hear, again, how I had been on my hands and knees cleaning all week.
I am wearing...a pink shirt and blue sweats. And Snoopy slippers.
I am listening to...the Connells.
17 hours...is how long it took before Lance gave me my Christmas gift. He was sleeping for 7 of those hours.
Around the house...we've had quite the week. Travertine in foyer replaced, looks so awesome. Major cleaning due to all the dust from the initial travertine being ripped out. Shelves up and mostly filled!!! So happy about that. And decorations done except the tree. In my opinion, the house looks nearly perfect. Now for the blinds and dustboards...
For the baby...bassinet up, Thanks Emily! Car seat here, bought a new cover, baby clothes stored in third drawer and bag packed for hospital. Now I just need to find a diaper bag! And maybe buy a package of newborn diapers!
The Baby Hulk...is SO. EMOTIONAL. Everything is either great or terrible. And he fusses like no other. But he is so sweet. Today he saw the bassinet in my room and wanted to know why it wasn't in their room. Goose just said, "what if she wakes us up". I can always count on Goose to see the whole picture. I love how sweet BH is and pray he always stays this way and that some of it rubs off on Goose.
No David...is really turning out pretty cute. Maybe he senses there is competition coming. He is talking so much lately, and we seem to think he's so funny. Tonight, I caught him twirling one of my nativity ornaments. When I told him to stop, he screamed NO.
Goose...blew me a kiss after I dropped him off at school on Friday morning. At times, he is slightly cold, (a nice way of putting it) and I loved this gesture from him.
Squirt...remembered being the first to walk in the room after Goose was born. He and the boys will be the first to see this baby too.
Christmas prep...Didn't get very far this week. I still have the same two gifts to purchase. The goal is to wrap everything I have by Thursday and store Santa gifts in the attic. I need to finish baking and make sure Lance orders my tenderloin for Christmas day. I have a simple and delicious menu planned.
From the kitchen...menu planned, simple all week long. I'm more interested in the sweets anyway.
On living the liturgy...we had a great week. Technically we're not doing a Jesse Tree (b/c quite honestly, I didn't really know much about it), but we are completing a coloring sheet each day and reading the relevant scripture. Next year, I have big plans for the Jesse Tree. We celebrated the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe as well as the Immaculate Conception this week. We even met for Super Saints which made me and the boys so happy. All of our Advent books and Christmas books are out right now, so my guess is that our days will be filled sitting on the couch reading books.
To be fit and happy...last Friday I actually left spin early. I just couldn't get comfortable, and I just decided it didn't matter if I left early. I am hoping to make it to two classes this week only b/c I will miss class for six weeks after the birth and I really love this class.
One of my favorite things...nativity scenes. I have so many beautiful nativity scenes, but this year I didn't unpack much. I know I won't be in the mood to pack them all away, and the reality is that I don't trust anyone else to pack them for me. Since I don't really have room for big nativity sets any longer, I also have a tree devoted to nativity ornaments. Here are my new purchases this year!
I am praying for...the baby and delivery. At my appointment on Friday, I had to have the serious talk with my doctor...problems that could occur and what she would do if anything happened. Then there was the lady from the swim club who talked about getting an infection during delivery. I know it's my doctor's job to inform me, but the other lady...Anyway, I am excited about this baby and feel confident everything will go well, but any prayers would be appreciated.
I am grateful for...my husband who finds me sexy despite being super pregnant.
A few plans for the week...besides have a baby??? Workout, day with Lance, clean, swim lessons, bake, wrap gifts, find a name(!), take it easy...
A picture thought I am sharing...
No David was so sweet this week. After Lance set up the lights, he ran inside and grabbed Snoopy. He then took him outside to show him the lights.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Decisions, Decisions...
The newest Zierlein is arriving in less than nine days and I, I mean WE, have no name yet. Well, there is a middle name, but no first. We sort of had a first name picked out, but you had to say it with somewhat of an accent, meaning most white people would get it wrong. Since that includes half my family, and if you ask Lance me too, (since Kingwood Mexicans that DON'T speak Spanish don't count), I would constantly be annoyed when people pronounced it wrong. I suppose I could handle some people getting it wrong, but you can imagine how annoyed I'd be when family didn't say it properly. Lance threw that name by the side and found another okay name. It's fine, it's a saint, but I only "like" it. Don't love it all. So we're stuck. The names that I love, he hates. So here we are again...It happened this way with No David, and Lance found the perfect name as I lay on the table seconds before my section. Why is this hard???
Second hardest? Picking a Godparent. I am by no means the best Catholic, so very far from it, BUT is it too much to ask that my Godparents go to Confession, attend Mass weekly and Holy Days? Even my brother who gets annoyed with religious people agrees with me on this one. Lance is leaving the decision to me. He doesn't care, says the whole thing feels like high school to him. I completely understand why he feels that way. We have picked wonderful people as Godparents. They are really great people, just not great or even good Godparents. They love our kids, but it's not about being a Godparent, but rather being in their life by virtue of their relationship with us. I know in reality our Godparent isn't going to do a lot as far as my child's religious upbringing, but I do want someone who loves the church like we do. That cares about what the church teaches without immediately tossing it aside. Like I said, I'm no saint, but I do try and I love my church. I just want the same from my Godparents.
Second hardest? Picking a Godparent. I am by no means the best Catholic, so very far from it, BUT is it too much to ask that my Godparents go to Confession, attend Mass weekly and Holy Days? Even my brother who gets annoyed with religious people agrees with me on this one. Lance is leaving the decision to me. He doesn't care, says the whole thing feels like high school to him. I completely understand why he feels that way. We have picked wonderful people as Godparents. They are really great people, just not great or even good Godparents. They love our kids, but it's not about being a Godparent, but rather being in their life by virtue of their relationship with us. I know in reality our Godparent isn't going to do a lot as far as my child's religious upbringing, but I do want someone who loves the church like we do. That cares about what the church teaches without immediately tossing it aside. Like I said, I'm no saint, but I do try and I love my church. I just want the same from my Godparents.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Daybook~ Making a List and Checking it Twice
For Today...December 5, 2010
Outside my window...lights are on up and down the street. Despite having to run A LOT of errands today, Lance managed to finish most of the lights today. I did gently remind him that he didn't want to be "that guy" and not have any lights. Last year we didn't decorate the house until the middle of Advent, and I really loved it. There isn't really a right time to decorate, but for me waiting allows us to PREPARE and ANTICIPATE Christmas for all it's glory and wonder. And this year, we have even more to be excited about! We'll decorate next weekend...Can't wait until longer because we'll have the baby. But for now, I'll enjoy our lights and those around us that remind us of this joyful season.
I am listening to...the Old 97's. What can I say?! Actually, I'm hoping this will be a little reminder of an easy stocking stuffer from my hubby. Concert tickets, please!
I am wearing...my pj's.
I am almost done...with my shopping, only two more gifts to purchase. And it would seem that both my parents are pretty much done with my family too. Except me. What is wrong with that picture??? Actually, I don't really have a list going except things like "spin shoes" or a MAC laptop.
I'm ready for this baby...WRONG. For the past two weeks, I have felt really pregnant and am so tired. BUT, I have a huge list of things to do. I need the car seat, car seat cover, new diaper bag, where are her clothes going and so on. I have a list. Not too big, but a list nonetheless. Plus, I just got a GC in the mail from a couple to purchase a new bassinet. I feel like a total heel b/c I kept saying how that was the one thing I needed. I hope I wasn't too pushy. Esp since my mom has been saying she wants to buy it, and I have refused to allow her to do so hoping to find one to borrow instead.
Around the house...buying my shelves tomorrow. AND...major nesting: getting the tile in the foyer fixed this Wednesday (I hope). THEN...I am hiring a babysitter to come hang with the kids while I clean the house from the blinds and window sills to the dust boards and floors. Then the decorations will come down.
From the learning rooms...it's all about Advent, then Christmas until after the New Year. We'll throw in some math in the form of baking and such, but overall we'll be taking it easy. It's hard because the Baby Hulk was upset today when he realized he had missed school. We had a great week talking about Instruments which we'll continue as we listen to some Classical Christmas music. We have to make crafts and sweets over the next 9 days because after that we're not doing anything to mess up the house!
On living the liturgy...There are so many things I love about Catholicism, but the liturgical calendar has to be one of my favorites. There are so many days to celebrate. So many lessons to learn. So many reasons to be grateful. This year I made a big list of all the feast days during Advent and continuing through Jan 6. I carefully decided what we wanted to cover so that we wouldn't be overwhelmed and feel like we were checking things off a list. We'll see if my plans work this week when we have three days to celebrate as well as continue with the Jesse Tree and Advent wreath.
From the kitchen...menu planned. Now I need to make the list for the baking. I have narrowed it down to six kinds of cookies this year. Wonder if I will get it all done.
To be fit and happy...my body is really feeling this baby now. I feel the 52 extra pounds I am carrying. EVERYWHERE. I had never had round ligament pain before this pregnancy, and I can't say I like it much. I feel it all the time and at times double over from the pain. That said, I am very happy that I can still workout. I have 5 spin classes left before baby arrives and I plan to be at all of them. Now if I can just have some healthy kids for the next month or so!!!
Please explain...why Ben Folds is a judge on Sing Off. Is anyone who is on this show going to know who he is?
I am praying for...calm during the rest of Advent and this pregnancy.
I am grateful...for my family esp. Lance, my friends. And baby gifts! I have some really generous friends. And I didn't even have a shower for this little girl.
One of my favorite things...Christmas cards. We received our first card yesterday from one of the Boys' friends. Baby Hulk was so excited! Now if only I had a family picture, but I suppose I can use one from the Baptism and stand in the back, right?
A few plans for the week...buy shelves, clean, organize and wash baby clothes, pack hospital bag and finish shopping.
Outside my window...lights are on up and down the street. Despite having to run A LOT of errands today, Lance managed to finish most of the lights today. I did gently remind him that he didn't want to be "that guy" and not have any lights. Last year we didn't decorate the house until the middle of Advent, and I really loved it. There isn't really a right time to decorate, but for me waiting allows us to PREPARE and ANTICIPATE Christmas for all it's glory and wonder. And this year, we have even more to be excited about! We'll decorate next weekend...Can't wait until longer because we'll have the baby. But for now, I'll enjoy our lights and those around us that remind us of this joyful season.
I am listening to...the Old 97's. What can I say?! Actually, I'm hoping this will be a little reminder of an easy stocking stuffer from my hubby. Concert tickets, please!
I am wearing...my pj's.
I am almost done...with my shopping, only two more gifts to purchase. And it would seem that both my parents are pretty much done with my family too. Except me. What is wrong with that picture??? Actually, I don't really have a list going except things like "spin shoes" or a MAC laptop.
I'm ready for this baby...WRONG. For the past two weeks, I have felt really pregnant and am so tired. BUT, I have a huge list of things to do. I need the car seat, car seat cover, new diaper bag, where are her clothes going and so on. I have a list. Not too big, but a list nonetheless. Plus, I just got a GC in the mail from a couple to purchase a new bassinet. I feel like a total heel b/c I kept saying how that was the one thing I needed. I hope I wasn't too pushy. Esp since my mom has been saying she wants to buy it, and I have refused to allow her to do so hoping to find one to borrow instead.
Around the house...buying my shelves tomorrow. AND...major nesting: getting the tile in the foyer fixed this Wednesday (I hope). THEN...I am hiring a babysitter to come hang with the kids while I clean the house from the blinds and window sills to the dust boards and floors. Then the decorations will come down.
From the learning rooms...it's all about Advent, then Christmas until after the New Year. We'll throw in some math in the form of baking and such, but overall we'll be taking it easy. It's hard because the Baby Hulk was upset today when he realized he had missed school. We had a great week talking about Instruments which we'll continue as we listen to some Classical Christmas music. We have to make crafts and sweets over the next 9 days because after that we're not doing anything to mess up the house!
On living the liturgy...There are so many things I love about Catholicism, but the liturgical calendar has to be one of my favorites. There are so many days to celebrate. So many lessons to learn. So many reasons to be grateful. This year I made a big list of all the feast days during Advent and continuing through Jan 6. I carefully decided what we wanted to cover so that we wouldn't be overwhelmed and feel like we were checking things off a list. We'll see if my plans work this week when we have three days to celebrate as well as continue with the Jesse Tree and Advent wreath.
From the kitchen...menu planned. Now I need to make the list for the baking. I have narrowed it down to six kinds of cookies this year. Wonder if I will get it all done.
To be fit and happy...my body is really feeling this baby now. I feel the 52 extra pounds I am carrying. EVERYWHERE. I had never had round ligament pain before this pregnancy, and I can't say I like it much. I feel it all the time and at times double over from the pain. That said, I am very happy that I can still workout. I have 5 spin classes left before baby arrives and I plan to be at all of them. Now if I can just have some healthy kids for the next month or so!!!
Please explain...why Ben Folds is a judge on Sing Off. Is anyone who is on this show going to know who he is?
I am praying for...calm during the rest of Advent and this pregnancy.
I am grateful...for my family esp. Lance, my friends. And baby gifts! I have some really generous friends. And I didn't even have a shower for this little girl.
One of my favorite things...Christmas cards. We received our first card yesterday from one of the Boys' friends. Baby Hulk was so excited! Now if only I had a family picture, but I suppose I can use one from the Baptism and stand in the back, right?
A few plans for the week...buy shelves, clean, organize and wash baby clothes, pack hospital bag and finish shopping.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
My Day
Despite a bad start this morning in the form of a super cranky Baby Hulk, the day turned out almost perfect. Goose and the Baby Hulk went with me to the Symphony this morning. The timing couldn't have been better because we have been studying instruments at home this past week. The concerts are perfectly timed, and the boys enjoy this sort of thing every so often. I really appreciate what Houston has to offer kids in the form of "arts".
Afterwards, I managed to find gifts for all the boys from my dad and ordered them online for him making it even easier for him. Since my dad gets really mad at me if I don't have gifts lined up for the boys, this is a HUGE weight off my shoulders. I think I have convinced him that he is done shopping for them.
During this whole time, Squirt cleaned out his room. We all know how I love purging and cleaning out stuff. I haven't even gone to inspect, but by the looks of the bag leaving his room today, he has room to share his closets with someone new, if needed.
Tonight, we went to a birthday party for the Baby Hulk's best friend. The three little ones went and had a blast. We came home in time for the Big 12 Championship game. Of course, I had no real interest in the game, but Goose was dying to watch football. He wanted to know if we would ever cheer for OU. I explained to him that "No, we would never cheer for OU, but that if them beating a team would help us, then we would be okay with them winning." In this case, nothing can help us, so he has been screaming for Nebraska all night long. I LOVE this kid. Considering his love for football, I have to wonder how long he can stay at the nerd-fest his school is. (And I know, nerds love football too.)
Afterwards, I managed to find gifts for all the boys from my dad and ordered them online for him making it even easier for him. Since my dad gets really mad at me if I don't have gifts lined up for the boys, this is a HUGE weight off my shoulders. I think I have convinced him that he is done shopping for them.
During this whole time, Squirt cleaned out his room. We all know how I love purging and cleaning out stuff. I haven't even gone to inspect, but by the looks of the bag leaving his room today, he has room to share his closets with someone new, if needed.
Tonight, we went to a birthday party for the Baby Hulk's best friend. The three little ones went and had a blast. We came home in time for the Big 12 Championship game. Of course, I had no real interest in the game, but Goose was dying to watch football. He wanted to know if we would ever cheer for OU. I explained to him that "No, we would never cheer for OU, but that if them beating a team would help us, then we would be okay with them winning." In this case, nothing can help us, so he has been screaming for Nebraska all night long. I LOVE this kid. Considering his love for football, I have to wonder how long he can stay at the nerd-fest his school is. (And I know, nerds love football too.)
FB Stops Child Abuse?
Okay, if you read my blog, you know I'm somewhat of a bitch. Here goes another...please explain how changing your profile on FB is going to help stop child abuse? I almost didn't want to write this b/c I am now basically talking about my FB friends who all changed their profiles. I kind of think donating time or money to an abuse or outreach center would make more of difference. But then again, that might just be the social liberal in me.
SPEAKING of being a social liberal....I was so proud of my boys the other day. I donated a coat to a homeless man (yes, dad, the boys were in the car) the other night. They were so upset about this man not having a home. Their solution: take him breakfast the next morning.
SPEAKING of being a social liberal....I was so proud of my boys the other day. I donated a coat to a homeless man (yes, dad, the boys were in the car) the other night. They were so upset about this man not having a home. Their solution: take him breakfast the next morning.
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