Monday, April 28, 2008

by the way.....

I want to thank all of the Kyrgyzstan adoptive parents that have privatized their blogs in the last week or so...now when I procrastinate by reading Kyrgyzstan blogs I get back to my work much quicker....my productivity has definitely increased!

drum roll please!

This weekend it finally happened.....Z started walking. He just takes a couple of steps at a time. I expected that when he finally started walking he would just take off like a little whirlwind, but he is very trepidatious about walking. He still likes to crawl a lot and he loves to push the little kid chairs around like a walker. We should probably put them up before he hurts himself. He is walking more and more each day.

I decided to let L stay at her dad's another week. I am selfish...I wanted her to be ready to come home. It sucks to pick up your daughter that you haven't seen in a week and have her say that she wants to stay at daddy's house. So I asked her if she wanted to stay another week and she said yes...so there it is. Today, I got a call early in the afternoon from her dad and he said she wanted to come home. She didn't miss me....she missed her school and her friends. I'll take what I can get though. If she is missing something I am doing something right I suppose! She said she missed going to school where she could practice writing and do her homework. Now if we can keep her that excited about school!

She enrolls in kindergarten on May 14th. She has her end of school party that day too. Keith and I are both taking off of work to go to the party and go enroll her. I have to say that I was really surprised and excited when Keith told me he wanted to take the day off and go with us to the party and to registration day. He actually just kind of mentioned it as if it was a total no brainer that we would all go as a family. I guess I am so very used to going it alone I just assume that I will do those things alone (you know what they say about when you assume). It is really nice to have someone to really share your life with...I know I am still a newleywed...cut me some slack!

I promise I am going to post pictures in the next week.....words are soooo boring.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

I love TV marathons!

So L is at her dad's for the next week, Keith and O are on a boyscout trip and I wore Z out and he hit bed without a peep at 630. So I am depressed, lonely and saved from moping by an NCIS marathon on USA network!

Since my last visit to the IAP made me feel like the biggest loser mom ever - in addition to doing baby pilates with Z we have been working on baby signs. Z now will sign for more and for eat. I should have totally worked on baby signs before not for any practical, developmental reason - but because he is soooooo unbelievably cute when his little pudgy hands sign and his little smiley face just lights up in a huge smile in anticipation of more food! That boy likes food A LOT!

Tomorrow is my official last day of vacation and then I have to go back to work....I am really dreading it. I haven't been very productive on my vacation so I am probably a more productive member of society going to work everyday - but it was nice to sleep in until like 630 every morning. Tomorrow I am hoping to sleep in until like 10. Z is my late sleeper most mornings.

This really is a post about nothing since I suddenly have so much time this evening and a complete aversion to actually cleaning my disgusting kitchen (bad mom!).

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Pilates anyone?

Z hit the IAP this week for his 6 month checkup....yeah it is a little late....better late than never! He still isn't walking and evidently it is because he needs to strengthen his core.....ok who doesn't. In my household everyone needs a little pilates. They seriously recommended a pilates ball for my little guy....of course we got other exercises to do with him too. I love telling people....no he isn't walking yet - he needs to strengthen his core.

In other news, Bingo, the baby to be is somewhat of an exhibitionist. Every time we go get an ultrasound (starting with the 13 week high risk screen) the first thing identifiable is his boy parts. We went to the Fetal Anomoly clinic today because his 20 week ultrasound showed cysts in his choroid plexus - that is the part of the brain that makes CSF. I knew it was probably nothing so I wasn't worried about it - but I figured what the heck they have a killer ultrasound machine and pictures are fun! The first thing seen....even when they are looking for a brain....you guessed it - boy parts. L went with us and her favorite part was the doppler part when she could see the blood. She kept complaining that the pictures didn't have any blood in them. She definitely liked that part. By the way - there were no cysts they could find and no evidence of anything anomolous anywhere else except his overwhelming lack of modesty!

After the doctor's office we headed down to the social security office to finally get Z's social security number and card. It was very easy - it still took about an hour - but I had images of hours and hours and melt downs and poopie diapees. I have to wait 2 weeks to get it in the mail though. I was under the impression they could just enter everything into the computer and print that bad boy out and give it to me...no such luck. We got an extension on our taxes because our accountant said we need his social security number to get our tax credit. I don't believe him, but what do I know. I know I don't care enough to research it or even discuss it - just get the extension, get the social security number and spend my energy on the things I do care about.....like shopping!

I have been on vacation this week and spent a crapload of money on Monday and Tuesday. Keith was out of town and I went shopping. I bought some new shirts for me at target.....omg can I just say the maternity clothes at Target are designed for freaking Mrs. Roper. It is all disgusting looking mumu's that are trying to be hip or something. UGG. I bought 2 sleeveless shirts from the stretchy, empire -waist teen Merona section....I am not afraid to say yes I am a pregnant 35 year old buying my maternity clothes in the junior section of Target. Gap maternity online is letting me down big time.

Z got a whole new summer wardrobe and I severely overcompensated for my dissapointment in not being able to decorate a new nursery in pink cherry blossoms by buying L a ridiculous amount of new summer clothes. She has officially moved across the aisle to the girl clothes from the toddler clothes....yeah she is an "XS" but she is over there...you go girl. Z is like in the 25 and 50 th percentiles of the growth curve and my bio daughter is finally approaching the curve (after falling off of it completely at one year old!)

Tomorrow is my spa day. For my birthday last year (september), Keith bought me a gift certificate for the spa at the bed and breakfast we had our wedding at. I am finally redeeming it and I am super excited about it. I quit biting my fingernails like a month ago in preparation for my first manicure....of course they all started breaking off on Sunday so now they are a ratty mess...oh well....I am sure after the hot stone treatment I just won't care about my fingernails....although I am not quite sure what a hot stone treatment is. I have a sneaking suspicion that I am too tightly wound to appreciate a pampering day of relaxation. I already know I can't stand massages - it took me a long time to get my muscles in these little tight bundles of stress management! However, I know I need a pedicure and I am totally going to Zappos after I finish this post and look for some new sandles.

One of my friends from work wants to have a shower for me.....I certainly appreciate the gesture - but I have 3 kids and everything I could possible want. I would love to have a party with friends and food though. I thought maybe I could suggest a get together either with no gifts or with gifts for the orphanage in Ghana we were going to adopt from. I have had mixed reactions from people when I try to infuse a little social responsiblity into gift giving occasions and I don't want to seem unappreciative or snobby....any suggestions on what to say or other ideas?

My husband is giving me a guilt trip because he is the basement playroom erecting the 8th wonder of the world - otherwise known as our built in shelving...while I am upstairs on the computer ignoring him. So now I head downstairs and marvel that I am married to such a renaissance man. He really can do anything - I think it is the eagle scout training! Girls, you gotta get you one of them.

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