It has always been fine with me that Bradley doesn't take a pacifier. He's not a big fusser and as soon as he discovered his thumb, that has been his choice.
The other day though, I really wished Bradley would take one. He had a little cold and had been having a fussy day. He had be coughing and the more he fussed, the more he coughed. The more he coughed, the more worked up he got...you get the picture.
I needed to change his diaper and he was really not happy to be on the changing table. He was crying so hard he turned red. I needed to get him settled down because he was starting to cough. I sang songs, he cried. I tickled him, he cried. I pick him up and swayed with him, he started to cough. He was coughing so hard he stopped crying.
I needed something to calm him down. As a last ditch effort, I put him on the changing table and grabbed a pacifier. When he opened his mouth to cough, I shoved it in.
He looked a little surprised, but he closed his mouth and sucked for a few seconds.
Then he spit it out.
Me, at the brink of just putting him in the crib and going down stairs for a few minutes, laughed and said, "You aren't supposed to sit that out, you silly boy!"
He looked right at me and laughed! I put the pacifier back in his mouth and he spit it out again. I repeated the silly boy thing and he laughed again.
When I stuck it back in his mouth, he spit it out and giggled.
We were playing a game!
I managed to change his diaper and we played a few more rounds. He was having a great time, and we were both calm.
The next time I started to put the pacifier into his mouth he grabbed it. He stuck it in his mouth.
Backwards.
The handle was in his mouth and he was chewing on it rather happily. It was kind of funny to watch the nipple part bobbing around.
This new game is pretty popular. We play it just about every time he gets a diaper changed. It always ends with it in his mouth backwards. But, hey, at least he's happy.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Instead of Counting Sheep
So, my car broke down today.
I was headed into Portland and on the expressway my car started to act funny. It didn't stall, but it seemed to be jerking in the tiniest little bit. Just before I pulled into the parking garage, it started to make an odd noise. It sounded like a low pitched whine.
I started to think maybe it was the air filter. I was due for an oil change ( I have an appointment on Friday), so I thought after I parked, I would get the filter our and shake some crud out of it and see if that helped.
Ah, the best laid plans.
It didn't make it to a parking space. It stalled out on the ramp. In the middle of the ramp. With cars behind me and cars coming at me. I put on my hazards and turned off the car and started it again. I was able to make it up the ramp and turn. Oh, if I could just get to a space! But, Wednesdays are a really full day in this garage.
It stalled again and I could not get it started. The hazards were still on but I was going NOWHERE! Four cars passed me and nobody seemed to give a second thought to the young mom crying her eyes out in the stalled car.
I looked ahead of me and I noticed that there was about enough room in between two cars parked in handicapped spaces. Not exactly legal, but it would do. I prayed and started the car, I hit the gas and it went into the "space."
For years, my in laws have paid for AAA membership for my DH and I and I couldn't be happier about it.
The tow truck wouldn't fit in the garage, so a smaller AAA truck (the kind that gives you a jump or changes your tire) came to check out the situation. The two guys looked under the hood and tried a few things, but couldn't find anything they could easily fix. They couldn't get the car to go into reverse or drive or anything else.
It was time to push.
The pushed me out of the space, but to get me to the exit, we would have to go up 2 floors or down 5. So, they tied a strap to the front and dragged me out of the garage and loaded the car onto the tow truck.
We went to Westbrook to a dealership and the serviceman went to take a look at the car. He told me that he didn't know when he could get it into the garage, but from the few minutes he looked at the car, it seemed to be the transmission.
He arranged for the shuttle to bring me home. While I was waiting for the shuttle, I started to count my blessings:
I was headed into Portland and on the expressway my car started to act funny. It didn't stall, but it seemed to be jerking in the tiniest little bit. Just before I pulled into the parking garage, it started to make an odd noise. It sounded like a low pitched whine.
I started to think maybe it was the air filter. I was due for an oil change ( I have an appointment on Friday), so I thought after I parked, I would get the filter our and shake some crud out of it and see if that helped.
Ah, the best laid plans.
It didn't make it to a parking space. It stalled out on the ramp. In the middle of the ramp. With cars behind me and cars coming at me. I put on my hazards and turned off the car and started it again. I was able to make it up the ramp and turn. Oh, if I could just get to a space! But, Wednesdays are a really full day in this garage.
It stalled again and I could not get it started. The hazards were still on but I was going NOWHERE! Four cars passed me and nobody seemed to give a second thought to the young mom crying her eyes out in the stalled car.
I looked ahead of me and I noticed that there was about enough room in between two cars parked in handicapped spaces. Not exactly legal, but it would do. I prayed and started the car, I hit the gas and it went into the "space."
For years, my in laws have paid for AAA membership for my DH and I and I couldn't be happier about it.
The tow truck wouldn't fit in the garage, so a smaller AAA truck (the kind that gives you a jump or changes your tire) came to check out the situation. The two guys looked under the hood and tried a few things, but couldn't find anything they could easily fix. They couldn't get the car to go into reverse or drive or anything else.
It was time to push.
The pushed me out of the space, but to get me to the exit, we would have to go up 2 floors or down 5. So, they tied a strap to the front and dragged me out of the garage and loaded the car onto the tow truck.
We went to Westbrook to a dealership and the serviceman went to take a look at the car. He told me that he didn't know when he could get it into the garage, but from the few minutes he looked at the car, it seemed to be the transmission.
He arranged for the shuttle to bring me home. While I was waiting for the shuttle, I started to count my blessings:
- I broke down and was able to park in a safe garage. Not on the expressway or in the middle of a busy street.
- I was able to get a tow truck and they arrived within 15 minutes.
- If it is the transmission, Saturn/GM will pay for half of it (or give us $5000 toward a new vehicle).
- Bradley was with me and he was calm or asleep most of the time.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Stuff I've Made
I'm sorry this post is a little random, I'm still learning about putting pictures on the blog.
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| This is a Gingerbread Trifle, it looks as good as it tasted! |
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| See, it looks just like the picture! |
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| The front cover of a photobook I made for a friend. |
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This is the inside of the photobook. It is the first project I made for LoveBug Papercraft. |
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| A card for my sister, she enjoys all things Superman. |
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| I've recently started crocheting little stuffed animals. |
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| A card for my father-in-law |
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| This one is for my sister-in-law. |
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| I made this card for my brother-in-law. Inside: "Swishing" you a happy birthday! |
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| I think this little dino is super cute! |
Meep, Meep!
I realize that this is quickly turning into a running blog. I will try and post something about the baby or something else soon.
I really dislike running on a treadmill. Not only is it boring, but it makes my knees hurt. In a pinch, I might run on a treadmill, but usually I avoid it. So, when I woke up Monday and saw that it had snowed, I thought, "Well, I could go to the gym and run on the treadmill, but I want to be hard core, so I'll head outside." It was early, and still cold, but I'm not afraid of a little cold.
So, out I went. The parking lot hadn't been plowed, but it was just my warm-up so I walked in a tire track. When I got to the end of the road, I headed to the sidewalk I usually run on. It hadn't been plowed, I thought I be hard core and run in the snow. My first step resulted in a frozen foot (dang ventilated shoes!). So I took to the road.
I ran along the road and it was rather comfortable, slushy, but better than the side walk. The road was pretty quiet, and I hit my stride and was feeling really good about my choice to be hard core.
Then I cam to the park I run through. From where I first can see the park, it looked plowed, so when I got there I headed in. It had only been plowed a few feet in, probably a plow turn around. I thought I'd try the snow again, but it was too deep, so it was back to the road for me.
Now, this may seem like a simple decision, but...well...not so much. It was either the ankle deep snow in the park or a big, steep hill.
I hate this hill, I hate to walk it, and run it. But, I started off to run up this hill anyway. I became the "hard core runner that could."
For about 5 steps. I slipped and slid with all 5 steps. I decided I could walk up the hill. I continued to slip and slide up the hill as fast as I could, to keep my heart rate up. I knew that Main Street was coming and that there would be too many cars on it to run safely. I decided that I would have to do my best and run in the snow. This run was not turning out too fun.
It was plowed! The sidewalk along Main Street had been plowed. There was a thin layer of snow, but it was packed down and rather even. I hit another stride and really enjoyed my running along Main Street. Crossing the street at school street was really slushy, so I hurtled over it. I slid a little, but thankfully, I did not land bottom first in the slush.
The plowing ended after I turned at Handy Andy's (or Andy's Handy??), I took back tot he road. There was very little traffic so I ran toward the center of the road. I was remembering the safety video I saw in elementary school of a racoon in a police uniform telling the audience to walk facing traffic. There wasn't much traffic, but the cars I did see, were polite and moved over so I wouldn't have to run in the slush.
As I turned on to North Road, it was really quiet. The sidewalk hadn't been plowed, so I decided to run in the road. I was really starting to enjoy my run again and feel good about my decision to run this morning.
It didn't last long. A plow was heading my way. I moved over as far as I could, but the driver did not. I had to jump into the bank to avoid getting taken out. My feet had warmed up, but now I could feel the slush sloshing around in my shoes.
At least the plow had slowed down. A car was approaching, I stayed as close as I could to the bank. The driver did move over slightly, but she didn't slow down. There was a little bit of slush on the road.
That's right readers, I got sprayed.
I was wearing a few layers, so most of my body was fine. However, just a little bit of slush did land on my neck.
And slide down my back.
I can handle cold, slushy feet. But, mostly frozen water sliding down my back, not so much.
I almost started to cry.
I the rest of the run was without event, but all I could think about was the line of cold-ness down my back. Not even my new Glee music was making it better.
Lesson learned: If it has snowed the night before, wait until afternoon to run, the sidewalks are more likely to be plowed.
So, I think if there was any doubt that I am a hard core runner, there shouldn't be any more. Now, I am even a road runner!
I really dislike running on a treadmill. Not only is it boring, but it makes my knees hurt. In a pinch, I might run on a treadmill, but usually I avoid it. So, when I woke up Monday and saw that it had snowed, I thought, "Well, I could go to the gym and run on the treadmill, but I want to be hard core, so I'll head outside." It was early, and still cold, but I'm not afraid of a little cold.
So, out I went. The parking lot hadn't been plowed, but it was just my warm-up so I walked in a tire track. When I got to the end of the road, I headed to the sidewalk I usually run on. It hadn't been plowed, I thought I be hard core and run in the snow. My first step resulted in a frozen foot (dang ventilated shoes!). So I took to the road.
I ran along the road and it was rather comfortable, slushy, but better than the side walk. The road was pretty quiet, and I hit my stride and was feeling really good about my choice to be hard core.
Then I cam to the park I run through. From where I first can see the park, it looked plowed, so when I got there I headed in. It had only been plowed a few feet in, probably a plow turn around. I thought I'd try the snow again, but it was too deep, so it was back to the road for me.
Now, this may seem like a simple decision, but...well...not so much. It was either the ankle deep snow in the park or a big, steep hill.
I hate this hill, I hate to walk it, and run it. But, I started off to run up this hill anyway. I became the "hard core runner that could."
For about 5 steps. I slipped and slid with all 5 steps. I decided I could walk up the hill. I continued to slip and slide up the hill as fast as I could, to keep my heart rate up. I knew that Main Street was coming and that there would be too many cars on it to run safely. I decided that I would have to do my best and run in the snow. This run was not turning out too fun.
It was plowed! The sidewalk along Main Street had been plowed. There was a thin layer of snow, but it was packed down and rather even. I hit another stride and really enjoyed my running along Main Street. Crossing the street at school street was really slushy, so I hurtled over it. I slid a little, but thankfully, I did not land bottom first in the slush.
The plowing ended after I turned at Handy Andy's (or Andy's Handy??), I took back tot he road. There was very little traffic so I ran toward the center of the road. I was remembering the safety video I saw in elementary school of a racoon in a police uniform telling the audience to walk facing traffic. There wasn't much traffic, but the cars I did see, were polite and moved over so I wouldn't have to run in the slush.
As I turned on to North Road, it was really quiet. The sidewalk hadn't been plowed, so I decided to run in the road. I was really starting to enjoy my run again and feel good about my decision to run this morning.
It didn't last long. A plow was heading my way. I moved over as far as I could, but the driver did not. I had to jump into the bank to avoid getting taken out. My feet had warmed up, but now I could feel the slush sloshing around in my shoes.
At least the plow had slowed down. A car was approaching, I stayed as close as I could to the bank. The driver did move over slightly, but she didn't slow down. There was a little bit of slush on the road.
That's right readers, I got sprayed.
I was wearing a few layers, so most of my body was fine. However, just a little bit of slush did land on my neck.
And slide down my back.
I can handle cold, slushy feet. But, mostly frozen water sliding down my back, not so much.
I almost started to cry.
I the rest of the run was without event, but all I could think about was the line of cold-ness down my back. Not even my new Glee music was making it better.
Lesson learned: If it has snowed the night before, wait until afternoon to run, the sidewalks are more likely to be plowed.
So, I think if there was any doubt that I am a hard core runner, there shouldn't be any more. Now, I am even a road runner!
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