I've finally slowed down, it actually hurts to keep moving although I want to, so cleaning has come to a slower pace. I had some time to sit down and look at ottobre patterns (BAD IDEA). I really want to get better at sewing for kids. I was debating to take a class but with kiddos around who knows. I really wish I had family that could teach me. I actually sat down to print the waterfall blouse I had meaning to make since I got pregnant. I even taped it together. then it was lunch time.
snow is falling (FINALLY)! I love opening the door and have fresh cold air in my face. for some ridiculous reason we left zilla's winter boots in storage, so we need to go find those and go adventuring outside! It is my most favorite time of the year!
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
life at a slow pace and other adventures
cross posted to facebook as well:
went to sam's club, I sat there and watched the people in the lines to pay for a little while. Its incredible how slow the pace of life here is. The beeps of the machines, the speed of the workers putting your items in the cart, the speed of people exiting the lanes, everything was noticeably slower to me. I wonder if I was missing anything while life was rushing around me in Los Angeles.
A couple at denny's here in alaska waited 20 minutes for a menu and didnt even complain. I mentioned to Paul that if we were in LA, we would have left. I remember going to the kettle and being caught off guard when my food came to my table in 5 minutes just as I was getting comfortable in my seat. I felt rushed, like they wanted me to get out of there as soon as possible.
when I left LA, Rochelle told me that I would love the slower pace of life.
8w left till my due date and the last few weeks has been quite interesting. I haven't been able to sleep, stay still, and I have been tired at the same time. I am full of energy one moment and crashing the next, yet unable to relax to shake it all off. Other than that, this pregnancy has been uneventful like the others.
went to sam's club, I sat there and watched the people in the lines to pay for a little while. Its incredible how slow the pace of life here is. The beeps of the machines, the speed of the workers putting your items in the cart, the speed of people exiting the lanes, everything was noticeably slower to me. I wonder if I was missing anything while life was rushing around me in Los Angeles.
A couple at denny's here in alaska waited 20 minutes for a menu and didnt even complain. I mentioned to Paul that if we were in LA, we would have left. I remember going to the kettle and being caught off guard when my food came to my table in 5 minutes just as I was getting comfortable in my seat. I felt rushed, like they wanted me to get out of there as soon as possible.
when I left LA, Rochelle told me that I would love the slower pace of life.
8w left till my due date and the last few weeks has been quite interesting. I haven't been able to sleep, stay still, and I have been tired at the same time. I am full of energy one moment and crashing the next, yet unable to relax to shake it all off. Other than that, this pregnancy has been uneventful like the others.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
this was my second year participating in the big latch on here in Fairbanks. It was great to see many moms and children of all ages participating. In such company it was the only place I would ever feel comfortable allowing zilla to nurse in public.
well of course I was met with positive attitudes, but I felt as if it was out of place for me.
I don't particularly enjoy nursing zilla. I haven't for about a year now and he only nurses every few days especially on a stressful day. I let him but I don't feel like it's anything special anymore. I feel like he uses it as a crutch. although I have began to introduce other methods of comforting (like hugs and kisses), I do it because all hell would break loose if I didn't. I know that all hell breaks loose because he NEEDS the comfort though. It's just hard to understand unless you've been through it. It's kind of like when you really need ice cream but all you got is frozen yogurt. sometimes it's ok but sometimes it just doesn't cut it. I've been trying to wean him since I was pregnant with bean. i have been taking it one day at a time for twenty months. sometimes I feel like the breastfeeding community doesn't embrace the fact that nursing is sometimes not that great.
yes it's nice to have positive affirmations but I want a community where I could say "this sucks (literally)". I want a community that says "how is it going?" than "that's great". breastfeeding is so much more complex. there are so many different emotions involved but we tend to get caught up in only the good ones. I think there are a lot of negative feelings that we may not feel comfortable divulging to others because of the way the culture is. I admit it, I sometimes tell people I'd wish he'd just quit and they think I am joking. I am counting the days when he will wean. I am going to throw myself a hell of a party.
well of course I was met with positive attitudes, but I felt as if it was out of place for me.
I don't particularly enjoy nursing zilla. I haven't for about a year now and he only nurses every few days especially on a stressful day. I let him but I don't feel like it's anything special anymore. I feel like he uses it as a crutch. although I have began to introduce other methods of comforting (like hugs and kisses), I do it because all hell would break loose if I didn't. I know that all hell breaks loose because he NEEDS the comfort though. It's just hard to understand unless you've been through it. It's kind of like when you really need ice cream but all you got is frozen yogurt. sometimes it's ok but sometimes it just doesn't cut it. I've been trying to wean him since I was pregnant with bean. i have been taking it one day at a time for twenty months. sometimes I feel like the breastfeeding community doesn't embrace the fact that nursing is sometimes not that great.
yes it's nice to have positive affirmations but I want a community where I could say "this sucks (literally)". I want a community that says "how is it going?" than "that's great". breastfeeding is so much more complex. there are so many different emotions involved but we tend to get caught up in only the good ones. I think there are a lot of negative feelings that we may not feel comfortable divulging to others because of the way the culture is. I admit it, I sometimes tell people I'd wish he'd just quit and they think I am joking. I am counting the days when he will wean. I am going to throw myself a hell of a party.
these last weeks have been stressful for all of us. In the end it seems all insignificant but I think it had a great impact on me and I hope to make it a positive on in the long run.
we had to move out of our place. it all started with a faulty CO2 sensor and a call to the fire department. then a call to the housing office. then an inspection. we thought it was a fire safety inspection. later we learned that it was a welfare inspection that eventually led to our lease not being renewed. it was a myriad of things like guns not stowed away safely (it was in the basement up high on a shelf with a trigger lock but instead it needed to be in a 'locked box'). a shelving unit blocking attic access, toys in the hall that may trip emergency workers, and 'cleanliness' issues (they called it 'clutter' which basically what it was), and of course the damn dog peeing in the side room (which I treated multiple times with petastic and used the green machine to clean). I tried my best and I was 10 weeks pregnant at the initial inspection and 12 weeks pregnant at the follow up. well it wasn't 'good enough' for them. worse part of it probably was the fact that there were people there who didn't really understand why we were being kicked out. the 30 day notice didn't even specify what on the list we had actually accomplished. the what we asked you to do and what you did/didn't do was cut and pasted, yet the gun was stowed away according to their specifications. shelving unit was moved. there were no clutter in the halls or on the counters. carpet was cleaned. obviously none of the issue was actually scrutinized. oh well. so we moved out.
It literally destroyed me psychologically. Honestly it had nothing to do with the fact that I am messy. I am messy and that's just how I am. I was destroyed because it reminded me of my relationship with my mom so much. She used my issues to control me. if I had plans to go out she would use cleaning against me. my room was never clean enough for her for me to go anywhere, and she would make sure I was aware of that 10 minutes before a friend would come and pick me up, even IF I had cleaned my room which I shared with my two sisters and my brother. I stopped making plans. I stopped caring. to top it off, she wouldn't care if the house was clean or not if she wanted to go out. then she started complaining that no one would stay home to clean so that's why she acts the way she does. I suggested that she make a calendar to set a date once a week where everyone would keep their day free to clean the house. of course this plan fell on deaf ears because what if she wanted to make plans on that day??? :facepalm:
then my mom asked me this gem. "why don't you ever sneak out and see your friends like I did in high school?"
If this was what it was about I didn't want to be a part of it. If I got forced to clean my room, I'd sleep in a pile of books and clothes while listening to KLON on the radio. That was most of my weekends growing up. sometimes I could go out but I'd have to take my sisters and brother with me. I love them to death but it gets hard when you want to go out with a car full of friends.
my mom hardly ever cleaned too, we had to clean the kitchen every night after she cooked dinner because she was "tired" from cooking dinner but we were never allowed to use the kitchen to allow her to relax for a night because we'd make it messy.
I don't know, typing all of this make it seem so... petty. like I am blaming my mom for all my woes this past month, but while I was cleaning the house, zilla came over and helped me. Bean had a sponge in her hand and a water bottle in the other. I am frantically looking up ideas on the internet for cleaning tips. I felt so horrible today when the inspector flipped up the top of the oven to see if I cleaned it. It wasn't cleaned well because I didn't know you could do that!! I didn't know what to think. LOL. would it have been different if my mom had engaged us? I definitely want to be a different kind of mom than my mother ever was so my kids won't have to have issues like I have. I know that will lead me to be a better person. still messy of course but without the shame and guilt for being such a person.
we had to move out of our place. it all started with a faulty CO2 sensor and a call to the fire department. then a call to the housing office. then an inspection. we thought it was a fire safety inspection. later we learned that it was a welfare inspection that eventually led to our lease not being renewed. it was a myriad of things like guns not stowed away safely (it was in the basement up high on a shelf with a trigger lock but instead it needed to be in a 'locked box'). a shelving unit blocking attic access, toys in the hall that may trip emergency workers, and 'cleanliness' issues (they called it 'clutter' which basically what it was), and of course the damn dog peeing in the side room (which I treated multiple times with petastic and used the green machine to clean). I tried my best and I was 10 weeks pregnant at the initial inspection and 12 weeks pregnant at the follow up. well it wasn't 'good enough' for them. worse part of it probably was the fact that there were people there who didn't really understand why we were being kicked out. the 30 day notice didn't even specify what on the list we had actually accomplished. the what we asked you to do and what you did/didn't do was cut and pasted, yet the gun was stowed away according to their specifications. shelving unit was moved. there were no clutter in the halls or on the counters. carpet was cleaned. obviously none of the issue was actually scrutinized. oh well. so we moved out.
It literally destroyed me psychologically. Honestly it had nothing to do with the fact that I am messy. I am messy and that's just how I am. I was destroyed because it reminded me of my relationship with my mom so much. She used my issues to control me. if I had plans to go out she would use cleaning against me. my room was never clean enough for her for me to go anywhere, and she would make sure I was aware of that 10 minutes before a friend would come and pick me up, even IF I had cleaned my room which I shared with my two sisters and my brother. I stopped making plans. I stopped caring. to top it off, she wouldn't care if the house was clean or not if she wanted to go out. then she started complaining that no one would stay home to clean so that's why she acts the way she does. I suggested that she make a calendar to set a date once a week where everyone would keep their day free to clean the house. of course this plan fell on deaf ears because what if she wanted to make plans on that day??? :facepalm:
then my mom asked me this gem. "why don't you ever sneak out and see your friends like I did in high school?"
If this was what it was about I didn't want to be a part of it. If I got forced to clean my room, I'd sleep in a pile of books and clothes while listening to KLON on the radio. That was most of my weekends growing up. sometimes I could go out but I'd have to take my sisters and brother with me. I love them to death but it gets hard when you want to go out with a car full of friends.
my mom hardly ever cleaned too, we had to clean the kitchen every night after she cooked dinner because she was "tired" from cooking dinner but we were never allowed to use the kitchen to allow her to relax for a night because we'd make it messy.
I don't know, typing all of this make it seem so... petty. like I am blaming my mom for all my woes this past month, but while I was cleaning the house, zilla came over and helped me. Bean had a sponge in her hand and a water bottle in the other. I am frantically looking up ideas on the internet for cleaning tips. I felt so horrible today when the inspector flipped up the top of the oven to see if I cleaned it. It wasn't cleaned well because I didn't know you could do that!! I didn't know what to think. LOL. would it have been different if my mom had engaged us? I definitely want to be a different kind of mom than my mother ever was so my kids won't have to have issues like I have. I know that will lead me to be a better person. still messy of course but without the shame and guilt for being such a person.
Thursday, July 25, 2013
I was watching an episode of anthony bourdain's no reservation. it was an old episode with ted nugent. obviously they have very different views about the world but it was really refreshing to see that both were able to look past that to enjoy a beer and some good ol' texas BBQ. I don't get why two very different people can't enjoy each others' company on TV. The whole episode anthony bourdain emphasized that he didn't agree with ted most of the time but their exchanges were cordial, and even included a little bit about politics. I decided to see the reaction online and this stuff is what I found:
I didn't know exchanging ideas with someone you don't agree with makes you a bad person. : / This is what I think is what's so inherently wrong with society today. I've learned a lot from people who I don't agree with.
Anthony. Are you stooping to new lows by associating with Ted?
Sort of off-topic, after I saw Anthony Bourdain do one of his programs featuring Ted, shooting his guns, etc., I've never watched another Bourdain program. Prior to that I liked him, thought he was cool. That's my boycott.
I didn't know exchanging ideas with someone you don't agree with makes you a bad person. : / This is what I think is what's so inherently wrong with society today. I've learned a lot from people who I don't agree with.
Friday, June 14, 2013
MOAR HORSERADISH!
Yuppp! we are excited to announce that #3 is on it's way and the greatest part of this is 12 weeks in, paul is still in the US.
so they say, third time is the charm. ;)
I have hardly felt any nausea. they say the third one is always... different. this time it has been different in a good way. with zilla and bean I wasn't really sick but still semi-nauseated so preggo pops were my lifesaver. I did have a few days where I needed some but I could count those days on one hand. I've been craving junk food again which has happened in both pregnancies. Roast beef and horseradish sandwiches has been an odd out of nowhere craving. we were at base camp and I just wanted MOAR HORSERADISH!!! lady brought some out and said it's really strong. I finished most of it (I had already finished half my sandwich. LOL) we went to go look for it at the store and it's been a learning experience. It's hard to find horseradish anything without HFCS! well, we did find some annie's horseradish mustard and it keeps the craving at bay but not exactly what I am looking for.
zilla is convinced that baby b (short for baby 'brother') is a boy. His logic is though, that he already has a sister. according to my friends in bean's DDC, that seems to be a running thing amongst older siblings.
bean seems to be ready too. I was nursing her for bed and I didn't want to tandem nurse. I told zilla to wait until she was asleep, instead of being ok with that, bean pointed at my other breast and insisted that they nurse together. sheesh! lol. she also kisses pictures of zilla when he was a baby and she is so taken by them. we have a book with babies faces on them and she loves it. I hope she knows what she is getting in to.
I'm still afraid of sibling resentment. I don't resent my brother and sisters at all but I do resent how they were used by my mom to control me. they were never meant to be 'used' that way. I don't want my kids to have that kind of feelings towards each other either. I am again, contemplating a home birth. zilla is REALLY interested in the baby especially after reading the homebirth book. he wants me to go to the hospital NOW to bring home a baby! He wants the baby to play xbox with him. he wants to play sword games with him. I have to keep telling him that the baby has lots of growing up to do. ;)
I really can't wait to see how these littles grow up.
so they say, third time is the charm. ;)
I have hardly felt any nausea. they say the third one is always... different. this time it has been different in a good way. with zilla and bean I wasn't really sick but still semi-nauseated so preggo pops were my lifesaver. I did have a few days where I needed some but I could count those days on one hand. I've been craving junk food again which has happened in both pregnancies. Roast beef and horseradish sandwiches has been an odd out of nowhere craving. we were at base camp and I just wanted MOAR HORSERADISH!!! lady brought some out and said it's really strong. I finished most of it (I had already finished half my sandwich. LOL) we went to go look for it at the store and it's been a learning experience. It's hard to find horseradish anything without HFCS! well, we did find some annie's horseradish mustard and it keeps the craving at bay but not exactly what I am looking for.
zilla is convinced that baby b (short for baby 'brother') is a boy. His logic is though, that he already has a sister. according to my friends in bean's DDC, that seems to be a running thing amongst older siblings.
bean seems to be ready too. I was nursing her for bed and I didn't want to tandem nurse. I told zilla to wait until she was asleep, instead of being ok with that, bean pointed at my other breast and insisted that they nurse together. sheesh! lol. she also kisses pictures of zilla when he was a baby and she is so taken by them. we have a book with babies faces on them and she loves it. I hope she knows what she is getting in to.
I'm still afraid of sibling resentment. I don't resent my brother and sisters at all but I do resent how they were used by my mom to control me. they were never meant to be 'used' that way. I don't want my kids to have that kind of feelings towards each other either. I am again, contemplating a home birth. zilla is REALLY interested in the baby especially after reading the homebirth book. he wants me to go to the hospital NOW to bring home a baby! He wants the baby to play xbox with him. he wants to play sword games with him. I have to keep telling him that the baby has lots of growing up to do. ;)
I really can't wait to see how these littles grow up.
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