Life and stuff like it . . .

OK so I am a relatively sentimental person. I have things that remind me of happy times and I like to have them out and around me. Many of my favorite mementos are from our wedding, our children or things that remind me of family.

On Sunday I looked over at my bookcase of (mostly books &) mementos and realized that something terrible had happened to the square that held many wedding trinkets. One frame in the back had tipped (no one knows when or why) and had pushed 3 other pieces over the end where they broke on the floor. I am very sad!

I wonder if mementos become more precious with age because we are reminded of a time that is further away or if it is because the quantity of things that remind us diminishes as things are broken or lost.

It is a little known (to people who don’t have kids at least) phenomenon that a few months postpartum you start losing hair. Now I don’t mean little bits hear and there, I mean taking a shower and feeling like half your head is going down the drain. This happened last time, but it is still disconcerting!

Why are people so inclined to judge/compare people and their choices? Maybe it is just me, if so don’t bother reading on, I will just ramble for a bit.

Why do we (collectively) feel the need to have everyone make choices similar to ours and why do we get upset/offended when people don’t???

I do this (more than I would like to admit).

Now I can rationalize some choices and say things like “their choices were right for them,” but there are some things that I just cannot accept (no I am not going to out all of my prejudices here – sorry I wouldn’t want to alienate all my *3* readers) There have been times when I have had a physical reaction to hearing or reading about someones life/parenting choices. Why are these feelings so strong? Maybe I would be a happier/better person if I could care less about what other people do with themselves? What do you think?

Scott and I decided to buy a copy of the police report from the recent accident. We will probably get a copy from the insurance company at some point, but we were obsessing about what it might say and who would be placed at fault, so we though it was money well spent.

The outcome is that the police officer said it was entirely the other persons fault!!!! That is what I thought too, but it is nice to have it in writing. Especially since that is what the insurance company uses to determine if your rates go up.

Just felt like writing something . . .

  • I had 2 baby showers this weekend (and 2 birthday parties that we missed – Sorry to Shiloh and val!!!! Wish we could have time traveled to make it!!). Somehow I was more tired out the the shower that I wasn’t involved in hosting then the one that I was . . . *shrug*
  • Jessaleigh is teething and she is NOT happy about it. She was up every hour over Saturday night. Just uncomfortable.
  • We had friends (and parents of friends) over for dinner on Saturday as well. Jeff and Ruthie are moving to Switzerland, so we have been trying to see them as much as possible before then left town (which happens in about 3 hours). Ironically one of the other couples who were also in the same small group with us are coming into town on Thursday. I am very sad we couldn’t have pulled off a small group reunion. Oh well such is life . . .
  • I am trying to pick up the many balls I feel like I dropped last week (being so busy with shower planning, staying cool, and I can’t remember what else). I hate feeling like I am dropping more stuff than I am catching (using the jugglers analogy), my house is a wreck, I haven’t actually had a conversation with Scott (thank you Facebook), my kids are confused about what the routine is, there is no food in my house, etc.
  • It is thankfully cooler today (and yesterday) than last week. I was beginning to feel like I was trapped in my house because it was too hot to go and do anything (except maybe shop at an air conditioned store)

Thanks all for now

I am going to assume that if you are reading this post, that you have read the previous post about my recent traffic “incident.”

So the story gets better . . .

Scott got a call from our insurance company (they are being great, I am not complaining about them in any way) and while on the phone with them explaining what happened he mentioned that our kids were in the car. Apparently there is a law (CA or Fed I am not sure) that insurance companies must pay to replace any car seats that were occupied during an accident.

Now I think this is probably a good regulation, and I understand that it is easier to draw the line at ANY accident rather than having someone decided which claims qualify etc. But from where I stand, I have had a less than minor “accident” and my insurance company is paying me to replace my car seats. This is crazy.

Chanler’s seat is only about a month old. I don’t really need the aggravation of trying to find another one right now. (both stores that carry it are currently sold out.

Jessaleigh’s car seat I wouldn’t mind replacing, but now I have do figure out what it is that I actually want now. Again I don’t need the aggravation.

Isn’t life funny?

Do you ever just think about something that happened (that you had no control over) and try to figure out if there was something that you could have done to prevent it???? That is where I am right now.

After nap time today I decided to take Chanler and Jessaleigh to a nearby park while we were waiting for Scott to come home. This park is on the route that Scott takes to get home so I knew I would see him and know it was time to leave. No problem, I see Scott (he didn’t see me wave to him, but no big deal), so I started packing up my kids and stuff. Got Jessaleigh into her car seat (passenger side), got the blanket, sand toys, purse etc. and then got Chanler. I opened the drivers side rear door and started to get him into his seat, but he was complaining about sand in his shoes so we took a moment to dump both shoes. OK that’s done now into the seat, two buckles and I am about to tighten the straps, when THUMP some moron clips my door. Yes the door that is open because I AM STANDING IN THE DOOR WAY BUCKLING MY KID. What the &%$@. The person stops, then starts driving again, meanwhile I am thankfully not hurt by the door on its return path after being hit and am now in a panic because my car has been hit, my kids are scared, and the perp is driving away. Thankfully there was a nice woman also at the park who started taking down the plates and keeping an eye on my car/kids while I ran down the street screaming at the car to stop. Half a block down the driver FINALLY pulls over and gets out. She barely speaks English – Great. I call Scott to come down and then call 9-1-1. The police came and took a report, Scott got her information (BTW she “didn’t have her license with her”) and our neighbor (who happened to be running nearby when this happened) entertained Chanler with his dog. All in all the damage to my car is not huge – the door panel is bent, but still functions – but I have been sitting around all night thinking about why this happened and what I could have done to avoid it … so far I haven’t come up with anything more that – I shouldn’t have gone to the park.

On a brighter note: I ran into an old friend from high school. Blast from the past! He was with his wife (of 2 months). It was so good to see him and catch up a bit. Maybe I’ll actually manage to keep in touch with people going forward – probably not, but I can always hope.

I joined Facebook. I caved! For years now I have stubbornly NOT joined anything like Facebook, MySpace, etc. because . . . well just because. Finally yesterday I caved in. It started when Michelle told Scott about a group on FB from a youth choir they were in. Scott joined so he could view it and from there I started poking around to see who I knew. I found some old HS friends who I had lost touch with (and actually wanted to reconnect with) and hence I am now a “facebooker”

How will I ever look myself in the mirror???

OK I just need to vent . . .

I realize that I am quite lucky that Jessaleigh sleeps, but now I am paying for it. I have a 10 week old and I just got my period back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This sucks! this isn’t supposed to happen for MONTHS. Not to mention the fact that the first 5 weeks postpartum shouldn’t count because you are still bleeding from the birth. So, I just get no break.

Oh yeah and the hormones that come with it are just GREAT. Just what I needed – some more hormones. . .

He is risen! Indeed!

We had parents over for Easter yesterday. I got the “day off” from holding Jessaleigh and reading to Chanler, so I had time to make a semi-fancy meal. Here’s what we had

Oven roasted lamb loin chops with a herb rub
Baked salmon with dill and butter
Risotto blanco (from the Joy of cooking)
Roasted asparagus
Glazed carrots (also from the Joy of cooking)
Crescent Rolls

For dessert I made Fruit Soup with Vanilla ice cream and my mom brought an apple pie.

It was a very nice day.