Noah’s First Food Adventure
It’s finally time for solid food! Noah’s first lunch of rice cereal and smushy bananas. He seemed to like it… eventually.
Trust Me, I’m a Doctor
Noah has a bit of a cold, so I asked Adam to pick up some Saline solution so I could clear is nose and help clear up his congestion. I asked him to get unmedicated drops since you aren’t supposed to use cold remedies on babies and a mist wouldn’t help wash out the gook. I wanted to make sure he got something suitable for use on small babies, but didn’t realize I may have told him the specifics a couple times too many until he returned home.
Me: “Did you get them?”
Adam: “Yup.”
Me: “Did you get the right kind? The ones for ba —”
Adam: “Saline rinse, drop form, unmedicated, mild solution, recommended for occasional nasal congestion. And there’s a picture of a baby on it.”
Me: “Oh. Well, good.”
Noah.
I’ve started this post about 12 times, but I’m finding it hard to describe what’s going on using regular words. I need better words. I thought about making up my own words, but then someone pointed out that ALL words are made up words and I was so busy thinking about that idea that I forgot that I was supposed to be writing about the thing I didn’t have words for in the first place. But it’s a good story with a happy ending, so I’ll try to tell it with my inadequate vocabulary nonetheless.
On Monday, October 19th, I was 35 weeks and 4 days pregnant, and after a difficult pregnancy and over a month of bed rest I was ready for the pregnancy to be over. Apparently, so was Junior. Exactly half an hour after I had made up the crib as the finishing touch on his nursery I felt my water break. Of course. I should have known he’d be early; he’s a Finley. Continue reading »
Best Wedding Toast Ever…
Adam and I attended Mark and Kellie Goodman’s wedding a few weeks ago and I heard one of the greatest wedding tributes ever, spoken by best man Kory Peters:
You two are like two pieces of 8-nubbed Lego; you fit together perfectly and now that you’re together, nothing but a butter-knife can get you apart again.
Check here for Adam’s pictures of the big day.
Sweet Nothing
Adam was lying in bed tonight, gazing over at me. I said to him, somewhat coyly, “You’re staring at me.”
“Yes,” he replied lazily.
“Why?” I asked, dreaming of romantic replies such as “because I love you,” or “because you’re beautiful.”
“You’re in my direct line of sight.” He stated simply.
Quotable Bruce
My husband Adam is not an in-the-box kind of thinker.
Me: “I was going to ask you a question, but I forget what it was.”
Adam: “My anwer would have been ‘green.’ Or possibly ‘cookies.’”
I Have a Good Excuse
An online conversation I actually had today:
Online Friend: “So, did you vote yesterday?”
Me: ‘”No, I’m Canadian.”
Online Friend: “That’s no excuse!”
Really? I thought being legally ineligible to vote in a country I don’t live in was a pretty good excuse, actually. But I guess that’s just my opinion…
The Opposite of Portland
Remember when I asked Colin what the opposite of Portland was and he said Florida? Well, It turns out the opposite of Portland is actually somewhere in the middle of the Indian Ocean. Huh.
Antipodr.com – find the other side of the world for anywhere you want. Not sure why you’d want to, but it might come in handy if Jeopardy ever gets big again or you ever meet Ken Jennings.
Broken-Furnace-Keeping-Warm Strategies
I just found a new way to make waking up and getting out of bed easier when your furnace is broken and the guys hasn’t come to fix it yet. Rare situation, yes, but you work with what you know, and I know our furnace is broken and the guy hasn’t come to fix it yet.
First you run out of bed as fast as possible and put on any clothes near the bed you can find, including socks, extra pants, sweaters and another sweater, on top of the warm pants, longsleeve and sweater you went to bed in. Then dive back under the giant duvet and wait until you are so hot you have to get out and take off some clothes or die of heat exhaustion. By then you are up and warm enough to brave the frigid house.
Of course this could also be filed under “ways to fall back asleep warm and cozy and make you late for work,” but I don’t usually find myself looking for ways to do that so I don’t think I need a file for it.
Watching the Past, in the Future…?
Since Colin and Emily moved to Orie-gone they are enjoying a west coast time zone, and are consequently three hours behind us. We always tease them that we are calling from the future, and how is it there in the past, anyways? Of course the joke gets old, but that doesn’t mean we stop saying it.
Adam and Colin have both just signed into i-Chat on their Macs to watch the end of the world series together (virtually) and talk about the game just as if they were in the same room, like we do for a lot of things since they have moved. But Adam is watching on Fox, Colin on TBS and fox is about 20 seconds behind. The i-Chat has no delay, but this means that Colin’s TV is essentially 20 seconds in the future. So now they’re trying to figure out how Colin is watching 20 seconds into the future, from three hours in the past.
Of course, Adam has had a few Steamwhistles and I am sure Colin is lubricating his World Series Experience in a similar fashion, so it makes the whole thing a lot harder for them to figure out too. They’re both quite befuddled about it now.