Saturday, February 27, 2010

For my birthday...

Bobby took me out last night and it was wonderful. We went to a new restaurant 'Senate' that I heard about from a fellow Cincinnatian blogger. I wrote a little review of it and I am lazy so I'll just copy and paste (and edited) that right....

"... I asked for orange juice and it took them several minutes to get it because they had to squeeze more and trust me this was the real deal!

For an appetizer we had the most delicious poutine. A Canadian dish, their version is french fries fried in duck fat topped with cheese curd & braised short rib. The dish was crunchy, melty deliciousness!

We had some fancified hot dogs because that is what drew us there to begin with. I had the "Trailer Park" which is a beef hot dog wrapped in bacon and topped with American cheese, coleslaw & Grippos. I liked it a lot but the real hot dog star was what Bob ordered. A "Croque Madame". So delicious! All beef hotdog with blackforest ham, a poached egg and this wonderful cheese sauce. Both dogs were served on brioche buns."

After wards we went to the Museum Center & saw 'Under the Sea' at the Omnimax theatre. It was really cool and I was amazed how many people were there and how many babies there were sitting on their mom's laps! I wish I were that brave. From my vantage point I only ever saw one toddler have to leave during the show. Impressive child distracting at work!

Then he gave me an awesome gift! He bought us a family year's pass to all the museums! Were going to try to take Marley on Monday. Hopefully this will ease our winter blues boredom!

<3 Bobby Ocean

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Oh Bobby.

"Bob, let me start out by saying I REALLY appreciate you putting away that laundry for me. I know that it can be hard to tell the difference between my socks and your socks at a glance, but your sock drawer keeps swallowing my socks... And apparently Marley's. Which are tiny, lacy and purple."
If your significant other frequently forgets to put the new tp roll on the holder there is any easy solution to get them to remember. Put the tp roll on so that it dispenses from the bottom instead of the top and tell them you are going to put it that way to prevent your toddler from wasting the tp. They will be quick to take control of tp-reloading.
We were watching a particularly riveting (not really) episode of COPS where a police officer was trying to catch a runaway 12 foot boa constrictor. The PO was going on and on about how snakes like to be held, where they originate, what anacondas like to do in South America, but how he wasn't an expert... The guy is droning on and on and Bob says, "When I was picking coffee is Guatemala I use to have snake friends who would help me and it was a lot of fun but sometimes there would be these huge hordes of bats that would fly overhead and poop on everything, ruining the coffee and scaring the snakes and the only thing would scare away the bats was the incessant sound of very boring stories being told by a human voice..."

Not sure if that's a "you had to be there" story or not.


Sometime in 2012 I am going to try to enroll back into college. Because unless there is some sort of large unforeseeable change to stop me, it seems a solid step. We need more to provide security for Marley and her sibling-in-progress and ourselves.

I've failed in the past but I never had so much to gain or lose. I definitely need to be home for the first year of Kid2.0's life but after that... I'm going to suck it up and quit acting like the rules don't apply to me. God has provided for me constantly and I need to be able to give back.

God help me.
I hope the government comes up with something awesome to make this process easier because in 2012 I am going to be reaching, stretching and breaking to make it work.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Megan Goodrich & Short lives

I had an amazing blog entry unfolding in my head a few minutes ago then I checked my facebook and was going to comment on a friend's status message when I realized that the person who commented before me was named "Megan Goodrich". I got disconcerted and now I have nothing.

I really miss Grandma Mary Ann & Marjorie today. There is something really important about having a grandma and both of mine are already gone. It seems like the way life is, is that the older you become the more you appreciate your parents and grandparents. Of course the older you become the less time you all have together.

I think I have been in this way of thinking since right after Marley was born and I had a semi-traumatic incident involving some hemorrhaging. Very much like that shortness of breath you get when you think too hard about breathing itself... But instead of feeling like I don't have enough oxygen, I feel like I don't have enough time. The more I think of it, the smaller the time seems. I know how silly that seems/is but I have not been able to shake it, though it has slowly become less of an extreme feeling.

Too bad we are not long lived like the people in the early old testament. 600 or 900 years old seems like maybe a LITTLE much but compared to 70-90... Of course they had to pee outside.

Say what?

That isn't food it's a stick.

It isn't that I don't know where your hands have been, it's that I DO know where they have been.

Marley quit touching your eyeball.

Marley quit touching my eyeball.

Febreeze isn't juice.

Marley- wake up.

If you have to drink the bathwater, try to do it before you pee in it.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Tidbits & Marley boo

Huckleberry Kingston Winslow. Perfect.

losmewkie (1:42:23 PM): treachery is a foot. treacheries are feet

At night Marley gets very upset when I won't nurse her. She only gets to for a few minutes at bedtime and then no more. After that she hysterically tantrums for a few minutes then she wants to cuddle. Marley takes cuddling very seriously. Sometimes she wraps her arms around my neck, wraps my arm around her and then sleeps with her face smooshed into my face. Very cute even for the uncomfortable amounts of moisture.

Love this age (except when she is sick).

Saturday, February 20, 2010


I want to know the effect Facebook has had on high school relationships/politics.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Gangland & Chicken Vs. Pork

Bob & I are watching Gangland (I only watch motorcycle gang ones... for some reason they don't upset me like the ghetto boy groups).

Bob: I watch these shows and they show all these huge gangs with patches... I wonder why I have not seen a bunch of gang members in real life?
Me: You don't hang out where they do.
Bob: I use too.
Me: Obviously you didn't.



So I keep finding myself reading articles or forums threads that are not necessarily uninteresting but that have some sort of point to make and try to use verbiage and tricks do it. For example it might say... "Chicken is not as healthy as pork. There are nutrients in pork that are not in chicken. We asked a doctor what he thought and he has said that pork sandwiches are very enjoyable..."

And probably the doctor is their great uncle who retired from dermatology in the 60's and he probably genuinely enjoys pork sandwiches. He probably wouldn't turn up his nose at a tasty chicken sandwich either. So what is really the point of this statement? Nothing, except that the person who wrote it probably does not care much for chicken.

People don't seem to care if they arguing about something that is completely stupid or completely none of their business or completely a MATTER OF FRIGGIN OPINION.

Stolen Quote

"Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return." - Mary Jean Iron

I found this quote on the blog of a photographer who recently had a baby and found the baby had DS. Her blog entry about her experience is beautiful. It is so raw and honest and still infused with love. See her blog here.

Here is an actual piece of entry she wrote...

"Her name is Nella..." I stopped and watched as she took her in. And then, for some strange reason, I went on in this painfully seamless fashion, "...we found out when she was born that she has Down Syndrome."

The cashier just stared at me. "Oh..." and then she didn't know what to say. It was obviously just as painfully awkward for her. And I suddenly felt stupid, like I just muttered "I love you" to the boy I liked and he didn't say it back, and I just wanted to retract tell him I didn't love him and that I certainly had never thought of what my name sounded like with his last name."

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

CL Rapist need not apply, Marley is still ill (unrelated)

bobatwork(10:06:53 PM): and also CL is a lot like stumbling upon a snake, its just as scared as you are. :)

LOADS of interest in our round lounge chair. I think people are in awe of the large spinning roundness of it. Posted on FB and CL and gotten about 15 queries total. Asking 300 obo on it. Some people are unprepared to pay 300 for a used piece of furniture. As I would be unless it were old and had a good name tagged on it's butt.

Anyhows a lady is coming to see it on Friday.
Hopefully she isn't a rapist.


Also Marley is still sick and it is very sad :( Kid is barely cognitive most of the time, but then sometimes the fog clears and she is her normal bright happy self... which makes it even sadder when the fog comes back. Pray for her prompt recovery. 5 days of sadness are too many for Peanut.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

(silent) Bedtime prayers.

...God thank you for all the wonderful care you have put into my life and help me to keep moving forward, let me be a blessing to other people... Hmmm who has been a blessing to me? Well my dad was a blessing to my neighbor today when he helped her get her car unstuck in the snow... I have only actually talked to that neighbor once... She looks like Pam Grier. I love living in a diverse neighborhood.
Meghyn, focus.
Right! So God let me keep track of what I put into my brain so that I can have a chance at keeping track of what comes out of my mouth. God don't let Bob or I drop the TV. Ugh the TV is such a trial, we shouldn't even have one, it's such a distraction. But I guess sometimes we need distractions. Like Marley today needed one when she was so miserable.
Doh! God please help Marley feel better and keep her sibling safe doing whatever SHE is doing. God let it be a she. God thank you for the seasons, but most of all Spring, Summer and Fall. I actually pretty much hate Winter. You are a great artist but I really don't care much for Your gray/white period.

*I then realize Marley is asleep.*
In Jesus name, Amen.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Marley is finally getting her teeth. I think it would have been much easier to go through this with a younger baby because at least than she wouldn't be wailing "mama" through her tears and I could have comfort nursed her. I am just unwilling to comfort nurse now that we have made so much weaning progress. :( I only have half of a very short month left to meet my weaning resolution goal. We can make it! (?)

I did just discover I have been giving Marley about 1/5 of the dose she should be getting of Tylenol. So all my worries about her ODing from all the Tylenol were in vain. Poor Marley. :(
Everyone thinks the new baby is a boy.
Ok falling asleep at keyboard thanks to last night's teething horrors. Let me just finish by posting more...

Weird stuff You say to Your Kids

1. Marley the princess isn't food.
2. Marley don't touch the dog's butt.

Ok too tired to go on.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Pregnant Dreams

I wish people would learn more about labor and delivery. I'm tired of all my friends pushing for an hour and then ending up in c-sections because of their ENORMOUS (har) 8lb. baby and their impatient doctor. I'm not saying that all c-sections are caused by lack of knowledge, but some of them definitely are.

Sorry, the forums always drive me crazy!

11 weeks today. Almost to second trimester. How can someone who sleeps 9-10 hours a day be SO fatigued? Dang you hormones. Hard to work on my book because I cannot do anything till Peanut is in bed and I always fall asleep putting her to sleep! That is one way of practicing "discipline" and going to bed early.

Last night I had 4 dreams. I will sum them up.

1: I was a black male athlete and being trained by Ocho Cinco, TO & Venus Williams to... be a black athlete. What? I dunno, I never said it made sense.

2: It was WW2 and I was a parachuting soldier fighting the Germans (and apparently the French) (never said it was historically accurate either). My mission was to liberate a brothel full of whores... literally. I parachuted in and I spoke to the germans and french people and said the only french thing I could think of "Je suis Henry." Because apparently my name was Henry. Pretty sure I got that from a Muzzy commercial. Anyways the whores were saved. Mission accomplished?

3. Bob & I won a new house in Tennesse from Meow Mix. We had to adopt three cats to collect the house. Two of them were my neighbor's cats and the other was George the Magnificent Bastard cat. The house was awesome and my uncle Mike bought me a $300 65 mustang and $25 black pimp boat car, which I gave to Marley...

4. Zombies. Ugh.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Naming the New Kid

Cutest Diaper Bag ever

So can I just say that I love the name Feather? But I'm not THAT interesting.
Actually I am pretty much attracted to any and all bird related names. Wren, Dove, Feather, Sparrow, Finch, Piper, Lark, Starling, Pheonix, Finch, Goose... just kidding about Goose.

If I wasn't positive that Erin would commit a violent crime if I chose a bird name...

I asked Bob if we should keep our baby names secret he said, "Secret? From who? Why?"
So I guess he has no desire to put a little mystery into iBaby. His reasoning was because of all the valuable (and frankly, some NOT so valuable) feedback we got back when we were bouncing Marley's name lists around. Although sometimes people value different name facts.

For example there was a name on the list (last time) that was eliminated by Bob for having "too few letters", which I had no idea was possible. Then there was a name that Marley was ALMOST named that Bob failed to mention in a timely manner was a name of an ex girlfriend.


Not quite ready to post the boy and girl long lists but... soon!

EDITED to say: The name Tempest is a BAD idea.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Weird Coincidence

I just updated my Facebook status to say "My dearest Marley, Please don't call the strange woman at Lowe's "dada". She didn't even have a beard. Love, The lady who opens the fridge."
Then i checked my other friends status' and my friend Fawn has this... "Dear Seamus: I understand that the cashier at the grocery store was a white male with dark hair. Seriously, though? The resemblance to your father pretty much ends there. I noted many, many differences, not the least of which was the fact that that guy was a complete uggo. Please, in the future, refrain from the cashier "Daddy." It's embarrassing. Love, Mom."

Is that weird or what?!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

I just ate a homemade meatball, homemade mozzarella sandwiche with a handful of homemade potato chips. Thanks to Winslows & Rosatos. NOM!
Gilbert is still MIA. No sign at SPCA. Funny thing is that I went to look for Murphy there at least 5 times when he went missing at the beginning of the year and they never before took me into the 3-4 back rooms that are FULL of dogs. They have a whole room for pitbulls :( Since they don't adopt them out, I guess they just keep them in the back so people don't ask.
Marley's favorite thing to do these days is to find bits of food or dust or A dog hair and then go "MOM MOM MOM" and hand it to me, then she says "YUCK!" Future garbage-person.
Reorganized the office, it got a mess during the holidays. Measured to confirm that a crib would fit against the only unoccupied wall. Doubt we will ever need to use it (the room) but I just wanted to be sure, just in case.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Explosive D-list Dreams

I got some serious sleep last night. Bob went out so I got to focus on my personal business. And by personal business I mean going to sleep with Marley at 9:30 and waking up at 8:50.

I had the most epic dream that was 2 parts "Escape from New York" and 1 part "XXX" (I mean the Vin Diesel movie) and 3 parts "Brazil". I kept changing which character I was but at one point I was the pregnant docile wrongly accused pregnant woman in the prison/work camp and I had to go to the infirmary. There I was greeted by a woman dressed up Marie Antionette - type attire and she had me sit and watch all her old movies with her and her other admirers, all of them fawning constantly about how brilliant she was in her tiny bit roles.

Later I was some guy and I planned the escape with several other inmates and we held the docile wrong accused pregnant woman hostage while we made our escape. There was a lot of motorcycle chases and explosions and hang gliding....

Exhausting work, dreaming. Good thing I went to bed early.

Murphy came back, Gilbert is still gone. Checking at the SPCA today since they are closed on Sundays. We've been all over Mt. Airy/Grosebeck/Colerain and no signs of him (thank God).

This new kid is getting such a healthier start then Marley did (fetally speaking). I didn't have to quit drinking or smoking, or start taking prenatals (because I was already taking them for breastfeeding). Not to mention this time I can't just sit around thinking pregnant thoughts, I have a toddler to entertain/feed constantly.

We are the music makers
We are the dreamers of the dreams
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers & World-forsakers
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world forever, it seems...

Arthur O'Shaughnessy