My Turn

Well, it would appear that I have to take up the cause this week. My darling wife is completely immersed in the high art of romance novels with vampires and simply can't be bothered with the trivial prose you have come to know and love.
I don't know about the rest of you, but I am ready for February. I have been spending a lot of time at work this week due to the fact that the area I manage at work is going to be audited in the beginning of next week. If it wasn't for the fact that I have to leave at 3:45 on Wednesdays and Fridays, I would have probably pulled five 12 hour days this week. Hopefully it will go well. We always expect the worst and then the auditor leaves after saying that he thinks you have really good control over your process. You just sit back thinking, "Really, because I thought we were screwed."
The good news is that we have been able to get Isaiah back on schedule after he fell off of the wagon while in Waupun. Oof can that boy get cranky when he doesn't have enough sleep. He was up until 10:30 that night pitching fits. When he finally went down, he was like dead weight, comatose.
Well, it wasn't nearly as well done as Sarah's posts, but I hope this will help tide you over until she gets through this "I like books meant for 12 year old girls faze." She reads quickly, so it shouldn't take too long.

Darn those books!

I love books and I love to read. This is no secret. I'm starting to think, however, that it is not a good idea for me to read a good series of books. They're dangerous! Against my better judgment, I started to read the Twilight series last week. I wanted to hate it. All my 7th grade girls are absolutely ga-ga over these books. They've read them fifteen times, they role play scenes from the book with their friends, they have I "heart" Edward stickers on their assignment notebooks. I picked up the first book only to prove to myself that it was a silly, juvenile book that I, a woman of a more sophisticated palatte to be sure, would have absolutely no interest in.....

There is a reason I haven't posted to the blog or barely checked my email since Saturday. I'm in the third book now and I'm obsessed. I like them. I like them a lot. I hate to admit it, but I am really enjoying this series and I am using every spare moment to read further in the whole "Who will kill Bella first?" saga. I'll rejoin the land of the living as soon as I'm done with Breaking Dawn, I promise.

The Pacifier

Isaiah loves his Nuk. A lot. He loves it so much that when, on Thursday, he lost at daycare what I did not realize was his very last one, that he hollered and carried on. In a panic, I called Evan to pick up more. Unfortunately, like I have my favorite brand of wine (not right now, of course) and Evan has his tastes in beer, Isaiah is very particular about his Nuk and Walgreens does not have his Soothies. Our attempts to give him the imposter were futile and I ended up in the car on my way up to Sauk at 7:00 at night to retreive the one spare Nuk I knew existed.....in the babysitter's "Isaiah bag." Pacifier aquired, I called Evan to announce triumpantly that "I have the Nuk!" What I heard in reply was not the screams of a little boy who refuses to sleep without his Nuk. Instead, I heard my husband respond calmly:
"Great. He's asleep."
Me: "Without his nuk?"
Evan (snickering slightly): "Yup."
Me: pause........"I'm going to hang up now."

Ah, parenthood.

Isaiah's Exciting News

Yes, that's right folks....we're expecting Baby #2! As it turns out, I am absolutely awful at keeping exciting secrets, so here I am letting the cat out of the bag! The estimated due date for the newest addition is September 19th, 2009.

If you're abnormally interested in following the developments through the course of this pregnancy, visit "The Second Time Around," a blog I've started as a sort of journal. I can type so much faster than I can write, so it made sense to me I guess. I will, of course, throw some periodic updates on here as well for those who aren't as interested in reading about every single little symptom and feeling that I see fit to share.

Return to Scrapping!

After several weeks of having nothing but piles of goodness knows what on my scrap table, I took advantage of Isaiah hitting the sack early tonight to get to work. I was able to complete two layouts tonight - the intro/title page for the new book and one featuring Isaiah (I know, go figure). I'm realizing that I need to use red in my layouts more. I really liked how the red paper turned out on the title page. Oh, and I did notice that the dot on the "i" was goofed up after I took the photo and I fixed it. Enjoy!

Send me back to work!!

That's it. No more days off. I think Isaiah officially likes his daycare provider more than me because he has been absolutely AWFUL for me today. Won't eat....won't sleep....just whines and cries and follows me around, but doesn't want to snuggle. Doesn't want to play. Doesn't want his cup. I don't know what's going on with this kid, but I just had to come in and vent because I was getting a little tired of trying to make lasagna with a screaming toddler trying to pull down my PJ pants at the same time! Now, he's in the office making as big a mess as possible while I type on the computer. Ah, days off....

Please tell me we'll have school tomorrow.

A Day Off

I enjoy a day off work as much as the next guy, but it's still a bit surreal when that day off comes via a Wind Chill Warning! Our school district, among just about every other district in the surrounding area, is closed today due to dangerous wind chills. I made a quick trip out to the mailbox this morning and my boogers froze. Gross, I know....but you get the picture as to how cold it really is! I'm getting a lot done at home today though and enjoying a now rare full day with my son. I think he's a little mad that he didn't get to go to his new daycare though! He really loves his new daycare that he started on Monday and I am getting the feeling that he's a little disappointed that he has to spend the day with Mommy. :-)

Oh, and check out all the teeth in that photo! He has a set of molars on top and on bottom now.

Busy, busy

Only one full week of school under my belt and I'm already exhausted. I can't believe how busy I was this week. Add together teaching, plus working at the restaurant, plus securing a new daycare and I have had a full plate. I promise to try to get some recent photos of Isaiah up on here within a couple days or so. I haven't even uploaded the Christmas photos to Snapfish and I've had an incomplete scrapbook layout sitting on my table for 2 weeks. I'll get to it; I promise.

Ice Ice Baby

I officially hate ice. After the freezing rain that hit us on Saturday night, our entire area is still looks like it's covered by a sheet of ice. We ended up being stranded in Waupun Saturday night due to ice and still on Monday, the roads were not good. There were buses going in the ditch trying to get students to school! My personal tragedy started at 6:45 am when I managed to get stuck in our driveway as I was leaving for school. I was backing out of the garage and got distracted when I had turned around to give Isaiah his pacifier. Next thing I knew, I was stuck in the snow on the left side of the driveway. After spinning my wheels for a couple minutes, I called Evan, who was luckilly still at the gas station in Arena because I had left his tank empty the last time I drove his car! He came home and rescued me, but I managed to slip and fall 3 times before I was out of trouble. I fell once more after dropping Isaiah off at daycare and again when I went out to get the mail that afternoon. I hate ice.

Who's the Typhoid Mary?

After all my sentimental musings on the dropping of the ball at Times Square, I didn't even get to see it this year. Why? Because I was sick. Far too tired to stay up all the way to midnight, my butt was in bed long before the clock struck the New Year. Our house has been a den of festering disease this week so thank God it was Christmas break. Isaiah's been getting worse and worse ever since about Monday. Congested like crazy, snot streaming out the nose, and a nasty cough. Things really got bad last night when we couldn't get him to go to bed and he just kept screaming and screaming! As for Mom and Dad, I got sick Tuesday night. Started to feel a little icky in the tummy at about 9:00, but went to bed figuring it would just blow over. At about midnight, I started my worship service to the porcelin god and kept it up for the next few hours. I even had a towel bunched up like a pillow placed neatly next to the commode so I could doze in between my bouts of digestive pyrotechnics. After that kind of night, you can only imagine how my Wednesday was. I was completely useless and Evan really stepped up and took care of both a sick kid and a sick wife. I went in to work on Wednesday only to come home after an hour and a half because I was too weak to even walk across the restaurant without feeling faint. Not a good way to spend an evening. So, we went to bed early.

I did check my email that evening and discovered something very interesting. My mother in law had inquired as to whether any of us were sick. Apparantly, a whole bunch of people were either sick just before our last Christmas party last Saturday, or they got sick right after. My dear mother in law herself even came down with a 24 hour flu, as did the hostess of the party. Well, that explains it! Upon hearing of this new development, all Evan wanted to know was who the Typhoid Mary was that got everyone sick! Despite what he calls his "genetically superior" immune system, Evan was no match for this bug and fell ill last night. Unfortunately, it was also Isaiah's worst night all week and he was stuck helping me try to get the baby to sleep. He held Isaiah to try to calm him down and then while I gave the baby a warm bath, Evan went to conduct his own worship service, and then rejoined us to finally get the baby down to bed. It was quite the evening. He stayed home from work today and has been feeling gradually better throughout the day.

Dang that Typhoid Mary.