bring on the energy!

Feeling SO much better today! The oatmeal Mike has been making in the mornings before I get up has really been helping I think.

working on cleaning up the store.....a task long overdue....

laziness, oatmeal, horses, and good times.

Had a wonderful weekend! Mike brought me oatmeal in bed both mornings (and today!) which really helped with the nausea for the first part of the day. On both days the afternoons were a bit worse, but not horrible.

Saturday I didn't get my to-do list done. Got some laundry washed, but none put away.

On Sunday, we went out to Andrea and John's. Andrea and I drove to Lewiston to get feed and baby turkeys, then Mike went riding! He had a really good time, it was the first time he's ridden since he was a kid.

We had yummy grilled salmon and corn on the cob for dinner. They have this tasty dressing called Goddess dressing that I need to get some of!

I love hanging out at Andrea's. I love the ease with with we all move about the property, just being friends, not doing anything in particular they wouldn't be doing anyway. I love seeing my daughter running around, getting absolutely filthy, and having a blast, outside for hours. I love how Andrea and Mike can go have fun together, and John and I get along so well too. I love having old friends. Friends I'll have for life.

Little Ballerina

Kaia's recital was actually a few weeks ago, but have just remembered to post some pictures of it...she had a lot of fun. She didn't have the same costume as the other girls in her group, since she joined after ordering time, but she handled that amazingly well, even though the costumes were something she would have loved to have, she didn't utter even one complaint.
Before the recital, I caught her her doin' some moves, purely "Kaia-style".

The group danced to "Tarzan" and looked adorable as usual. Mike wasn't happy at the beginning when he saw Kaia's group was number 27 out of 35, but after the first group of little girls trotted on stage, he started laughing, and began to enjoy the show.

Advice to doctors who want to remove warts from the foot of a five year old

Don't tell the child, from the get go, "it's going to hurt! I'll be right back with the liquid nitrogen!"

Don't say, after trying to freeze it off, and the child is still crying, "it can't STILL hurt!"

Don't offer the child a choice, "do you want to get rid of it, or keep it?"
it doesn't hurt, why does she care if she keeps it, when the alternative is pain?

Don't tell the child "anything we do to try to get rid of it will hurt"

Don't KEEP SAYING "it can't possibly still be hurting!" while the child is saying "oww...it's stinging really bad" and crying.

lollipops might work really well as bribes. better than saying "you have to get rid of it somehow, might as well be this way, since all the remedies hurt" MUCH BETTER, I would think, though since you didn't try it, I don't know for SURE.

yes yes, time for an update. the problem is there is not much new....

let's start with this past weekend though. Kaia and I spent it at Dana's, and had a blast. I got two scrapbook pages done, and two different types of mini scrapbooks that I will be using as gifts for relatives. Spending the weekend there definitely helped me keep my mind of feeling nasty.

however.

I still feel nasty. nasty nasty nasty. I am only hoping it will end at the usual time this sort of thing does--at the end of the first trimester. I am praying to the gods of...ummm...what sort of gods? the puke gods would MAKE you throw up, wouldn't they? the anti-puke gods? seems unlikely they exist...oh well...

I am also getting more and more tired. I just want to SLEEP damn it SLEEP. I wish I could leave work early and go SLEEP. But last month I missed a lot of work for hospital reasons and I have unpaid bills to show for it. Missing more work will not help with the catching up, though how I'm supposed to catch up when I am needed the current money for THIS months bills I don't know...

sigh. and I am getting bitchier by the minute, I swear. must stop whining!!!


(Andrea? Shane? aren't you so thrilled you asked me to blog again? was it everything you hoped? no? hhmmm...I'll try again later, I promise.)

the food of the Gods.....

my wonderful wonderful husband is out getting me chicken noodle soup. the first thing in weeks that has actually SOUNDED good, not just been forced down...though the potatoes last night and the jambalaya at Dana's also went down well.....

mmmmm....chicken noodle soup. I hope he hurries. damn, he just came back before leaving. he forgot his phone. hurry, man HURRY! chicken noodle soup! the double noodle stuff if possible, though I'm not sure if they make it anymore....

the Sweet Side of five years old.

I love my daughter. Today, as I sat in front of the toilet, hoping my cheese and crackers from a hour before stayed where they were, in my stomach, my daughter came into the room.

"are you all right, mom? what's wrong?"

I explained about pregnancy and nausea, and assured her I was fine. I rubbed my eyes.

"oh mom! don't do that! let me for you!" she said, then proceeded to poke and prod at my eyes lovingly.

"thank you dear, that's fine" I said. and tried hard not to rub them again myself.

There was a moment of silence. then-

"let me get you my stool, mom. here, sit on it"

she carried her bathroom step stool to the front of the toilet, then tried to lift me up onto it. I helped, and gave her a big hug.

"what a wonderfully helpful daughter you are. thanks, dear one"

"you're welcome, mom. I love you"

"oh, darlin' one, I love you too."