This morning I woke up early to round at the hospital. Usually Henry beats me up, but today I beat him. He got up, went to the bathroom and came in the dining room. I was ready to give him his good morning hug, but he stopped me and said.
"Before you give me a hug, there is something I want to look for upstairs" and he went up.
a few minutes pass
"Mom, where is the red mushroom?"
"The red mushroom?"
pause
*sigh* "I guess it must have been a dream."
Then he comes down. I asked him what the red mushroom did in his dream and he said it made your belly stick out (not just mine, but everybody's). Can you tell he played Super Mario Brothers last night?
As you can tell with my last post, I've been struggling with Frances at night. When she wakes up, she can't soothe herself and needs to be nursed back to sleep. When she is waking up every hour or so, that is a lot for me to do. A few nights ago I wasn't getting any sleep, she was waking up every 45 minutes or so and I started to have a headache. I woke up Aaron and he tried to rock her asleep. He got her asleep, but the minute she was in the bed, she woke up. He again tried to rock her to sleep, but it didn't work and since I was up listening to her whimper, I gave in and nursed her to sleep. Now I know she is teething, but on good nights she wakes up three time a night. Since this is my last baby, I was sorta letting it slide, but this teething bout has me rethinking things.This girl needs a lesson in self soothing. During the day when she is tired but happy I have put her in her crib, but as soon as I walk away she gets upset. So last night, I had a new idea. She was tired, happy and really cuddly. I put her on the bed next to me and I just laid there next to her. I didn't feed her, I didn't play with her. I was there to ease her sleep transition, and I touched her as minimal as possible. She whined/talked for a while, but never really got upset and eventually she fell asleep. I can't believe it, it worked!
The funny thing is that she stayed asleep for a long long long time, like 7 hours. She never goes that long. Maybe this is the ticket, or maybe I was lucky. I'll find out soon enough. Still, it was good.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
A Rough Night
Yesterday (actually now it is two days ago) we had a great day. We started off by finishing the first coat of paint on our bathroom. It looks pretty great, but the second coat will really help. Actually, I should probably be doing the second coat right now. But, I'm exhausted and wanted to write why.
I've been running regularly now since June and I have seen tremendous improvement. At the start of my running, I ran a 12:30-13:00 minute pace, but now I run a 10:45-11:15 pace. When I was in Minneapolis, I went for a run in the early morning. I forgot to charge my Garmin, so I took my phone with me. I only looked at my phone for distance and didn't look at the time. I turned around at about 1 1/2 miles and then tucked my phone away. It was the perfect morning, nice and cool. I barely sweat at all. The trail I ran was perfectly flat and when I was running back to my car I was getting a little bored so I ran a little faster. I was pretty exhausted at the end, but when I looked at my phone, it told me I ran 3 miles at a 9:40 pace. Isn't that amazing! That is my best run ever (even pre-baby). I feel my body is pretty in shape and I want to challenge myself a little more. There is a half marathon in October, but I feel that is too soon, but I found another one in April. That's, what, about 7 months or so? That gives me time to put down more miles and get even faster. It also means that I will have to learn how to run in the winter. Right now I am not too concerned because, hey, if I can run in 105 degree heat, I can certainly run in the snow, right?
Anyway, the reason I am telling all of this is because the half marathon in April also has something called the Munchin Marathon. It is for kids. They want the kids to complete 25 miles outside of the race and then on race day they "finish" the marathon by running 1.2 miles. I thought this was an amazingly clever idea and knew Henry would love it.
So, after painting our bathroom, we headed to loose park to see how Henry would do running. We took our double running stroller, and for the first time ever, Frances did amazing. It was such a relief. I guess she is finally satisfied watching everything around her. When we went around the park, Henry would run a little and then take a break in the stroller, then run again. According to my Garmin, he ran 0.46 miles. Not too bad. Aaron had the brilliant idea of the kids playing on the playground while we each take an individual lap. That worked perfectly and ended up being a great workout for all of us.
After running, Henry seemed a little tired and was a little more cuddly than normal. I felt good that we actually exercised him enough. When he is cooped up all day, he gets super antsy just like a dog who needs to go for a walk. Well, it turns out that wasn't totally the case. Last night we went out for Sushi and during dinner Henry kept commenting on how he felt cold. There was one time he even asked to go into the car and turn the heater on. Well, turns out he has a little bit of a fever. When ever he is sick, I try to ask him what hurts or bothers him, and usually he can't pinpoint it. Last night was no different. He did mention that when he moves his head, his neck hurts a little. My guess is that he was a little achy from the fever. Before he went to bed, we gave him some Ibuprofen and that was it.
This is such a long lead into things, but I wanted to give you an accurate description. Now bedtime. Henry goes down first, or maybe Frances. It's all convoluted in my mind. Frances wakes up after 45 minutes. I rock her back to sleep and she wakes up in another hour. This time I feed her to sleep and go to bed myself. I'm not sure if Frances is teething or what, but she gets up every 2-3 hours during the night. During some of those time I go into Henry's bedroom to check on him. At about 2am I note the fever is back, but he is sleeping comfortably. At 4:30 Frances wakes up. I feed her and put her in her pack-n-play, but she does not stay asleep. She starts fussing and I try to feed her to sleep but she is wide away smiling at me. I take her into the living room and try to rock her to sleep. She wants to play (I don't). I quietly let her sit on my lap and talk. The talking wakes up Henry at about 5:15. He is ready for the day (and still sick). I give him Motrin and tuck him in next to Aaron on my bed. At 5:30 Frances falls asleep. I put her in her crib and sleep in Henry's bed. Henry wakes up at 6:00 and wants to start the day. He comes into his bedroom and tries to turn on the light. I stop him and give him the new toy he wants to play with and let Aaron get up with him. At around 6:30 Frances starts crying again. I pick her up, she is wet. Due to all the feeding overnight, she has soaked through her diaper. I change her diaper and clothes and take her back to my room to see if she will sleep a little more. She falls asleep and we sleep to 8:00. Such a fragmented night.
That was now two days ago and I'm feeling the sleep deprivation. I supposed one day I'll be missing all the snuggles and love that occurs during the night, but not now. Not now.
I've been running regularly now since June and I have seen tremendous improvement. At the start of my running, I ran a 12:30-13:00 minute pace, but now I run a 10:45-11:15 pace. When I was in Minneapolis, I went for a run in the early morning. I forgot to charge my Garmin, so I took my phone with me. I only looked at my phone for distance and didn't look at the time. I turned around at about 1 1/2 miles and then tucked my phone away. It was the perfect morning, nice and cool. I barely sweat at all. The trail I ran was perfectly flat and when I was running back to my car I was getting a little bored so I ran a little faster. I was pretty exhausted at the end, but when I looked at my phone, it told me I ran 3 miles at a 9:40 pace. Isn't that amazing! That is my best run ever (even pre-baby). I feel my body is pretty in shape and I want to challenge myself a little more. There is a half marathon in October, but I feel that is too soon, but I found another one in April. That's, what, about 7 months or so? That gives me time to put down more miles and get even faster. It also means that I will have to learn how to run in the winter. Right now I am not too concerned because, hey, if I can run in 105 degree heat, I can certainly run in the snow, right?
Anyway, the reason I am telling all of this is because the half marathon in April also has something called the Munchin Marathon. It is for kids. They want the kids to complete 25 miles outside of the race and then on race day they "finish" the marathon by running 1.2 miles. I thought this was an amazingly clever idea and knew Henry would love it.
So, after painting our bathroom, we headed to loose park to see how Henry would do running. We took our double running stroller, and for the first time ever, Frances did amazing. It was such a relief. I guess she is finally satisfied watching everything around her. When we went around the park, Henry would run a little and then take a break in the stroller, then run again. According to my Garmin, he ran 0.46 miles. Not too bad. Aaron had the brilliant idea of the kids playing on the playground while we each take an individual lap. That worked perfectly and ended up being a great workout for all of us.
After running, Henry seemed a little tired and was a little more cuddly than normal. I felt good that we actually exercised him enough. When he is cooped up all day, he gets super antsy just like a dog who needs to go for a walk. Well, it turns out that wasn't totally the case. Last night we went out for Sushi and during dinner Henry kept commenting on how he felt cold. There was one time he even asked to go into the car and turn the heater on. Well, turns out he has a little bit of a fever. When ever he is sick, I try to ask him what hurts or bothers him, and usually he can't pinpoint it. Last night was no different. He did mention that when he moves his head, his neck hurts a little. My guess is that he was a little achy from the fever. Before he went to bed, we gave him some Ibuprofen and that was it.
This is such a long lead into things, but I wanted to give you an accurate description. Now bedtime. Henry goes down first, or maybe Frances. It's all convoluted in my mind. Frances wakes up after 45 minutes. I rock her back to sleep and she wakes up in another hour. This time I feed her to sleep and go to bed myself. I'm not sure if Frances is teething or what, but she gets up every 2-3 hours during the night. During some of those time I go into Henry's bedroom to check on him. At about 2am I note the fever is back, but he is sleeping comfortably. At 4:30 Frances wakes up. I feed her and put her in her pack-n-play, but she does not stay asleep. She starts fussing and I try to feed her to sleep but she is wide away smiling at me. I take her into the living room and try to rock her to sleep. She wants to play (I don't). I quietly let her sit on my lap and talk. The talking wakes up Henry at about 5:15. He is ready for the day (and still sick). I give him Motrin and tuck him in next to Aaron on my bed. At 5:30 Frances falls asleep. I put her in her crib and sleep in Henry's bed. Henry wakes up at 6:00 and wants to start the day. He comes into his bedroom and tries to turn on the light. I stop him and give him the new toy he wants to play with and let Aaron get up with him. At around 6:30 Frances starts crying again. I pick her up, she is wet. Due to all the feeding overnight, she has soaked through her diaper. I change her diaper and clothes and take her back to my room to see if she will sleep a little more. She falls asleep and we sleep to 8:00. Such a fragmented night.
That was now two days ago and I'm feeling the sleep deprivation. I supposed one day I'll be missing all the snuggles and love that occurs during the night, but not now. Not now.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Robot
This weekend, I had the once in a lifetime opportunity to become a robot. As I was going to the special place I will describe later, I had a nice text conversation with my sister. This is how it went.
Me: we are going to some place in rosedale and will become robots
Renae: what
Me: I am serious Chris has been there
Renae: awesome have fun
Me: It is Aaron Shane Aaron (SIC) Chris Carla Nathan Megan and me. Will tell you all about it. Frances is sleeping
Renae: cool I'm excited for you. I'm grocery shopping while malcolm naps, but I'm probably going to become a robot too.
Of course, Renae was only joking (and I wasn't). She only wished she could be a robot. Maybe next time, if there is a next time...
My cousin Chris and I did everything together as children (see previous post). Once we grew up, our interests started to vary. He's smart and into sci-fi and when he was in junior high started role playing games. I was always curious about these games and quite a few times we tried to start one, but we only got to the part where my character was created and never actually started the game. I liked video games and Star Wars/Star Trek, but didn't consider myself a sci/fi nerd or anything like that. When he got older, he stayed interested in that genre and luckily for me went to an Anime convention recently. At the convention he heard about these robot games and ended up playing it some.
Me, I had veered away from all that stuff. I focused on medicine, knitting, sewing, raising a family and things like that. Still, that inner nerd was inside me and would creep up while I was playing Zelda or watching the new Star Trek (so great by the way). I'm actually watching Battlestar Galactica and loving it right now. I've come to embrace my inner nerdliness and was ready and willing to take the next step.
Even though this family reunion was thoroughly planned, there was free time built in. On Saturday afternoon, there was nothing. Chris brought up that we could go be robots (well, I'm not sure how he phrased it, but this is my story). As soon as he mentioned it, I was sold. I fed my baby, put her to sleep and got into the car so I could become a robot.
The actual address was somewhere north of the U of M campus. It was a very industrial area and when we got to the place, there was no labels. We were going to go in one random door, but my cousin shouted from another unmarked door, so we headed that way. Once we were in the building, we headed to the basement. For the first time, I saw a sign and an arrow. There were signs that it was a fallout shelter. We finally entered a cement bordered, cold room. Right away I knew we had arrived.
The first thing I saw was a guy on a computer just typing away. In the corner behind him were two guys playing a role playing game. They had a board and were rolling dice. I kid you not, but one of them wore a beret and had camouflage pants. In most of the room, there were these huge....well pods. The guy on the computer looked up and started his spiel. To play the game, we all had to pick code names and he said that he would make fun of us if we picked a code name from Top Gun. Now, in college, I had the nick name Ace, but I thought there was a character named Ace in Top Gun, so when my turn came up, I called myself Dr.Death. It seemed the computer guy approved.
Now another older guy came over and introduced us to the pod. He showed us the "basic" movements, and then it was time to go.
You know that movie Avatar where humans can become one of the creatures? This is exactly what I did. All the pods had our names on them. We sat down in a chair and closed the door and we became the robot. We had foot pedals, a gun with triggers on the right hand and throttle on the left had. There were about 30 or so buttons in front of us and a screen showing us the robot's view. The goal of the game was simple, destroy everyone else.
It was......great! I could see all of my family of robots on the screen and I would shoot them until they died. I mean, who doesn't like that right? I was having a lot of fun and started experimenting with the buttons and I handicapped myself a little, but it was still a blast. It was sort of like lazer tag for the lazy. When we were done with the mission, we exited our pods and we got a print out of our score and a narrative. Mine included bits like this...
"DrDeath (me) is delivered unto the inferno with regards from Suedehead (Aaron)."
"Tragedy strikes Nicola (Carla) as DrDeath guns the Atlas (the robot) down."
"DrDeath brings the four horsemen of the apocalypse down upon FeeBlor (Phil)."
"Best wishes in the afterlife are present to Suedehead from DrDeath"
Pretty awesome, right? After about an hour or so, my maternal instinct tugged at me and told me my baby needed me.
My fantasy was done, but not forgotten
Me: we are going to some place in rosedale and will become robots
Renae: what
Me: I am serious Chris has been there
Renae: awesome have fun
Me: It is Aaron Shane Aaron (SIC) Chris Carla Nathan Megan and me. Will tell you all about it. Frances is sleeping
Renae: cool I'm excited for you. I'm grocery shopping while malcolm naps, but I'm probably going to become a robot too.
Of course, Renae was only joking (and I wasn't). She only wished she could be a robot. Maybe next time, if there is a next time...
My cousin Chris and I did everything together as children (see previous post). Once we grew up, our interests started to vary. He's smart and into sci-fi and when he was in junior high started role playing games. I was always curious about these games and quite a few times we tried to start one, but we only got to the part where my character was created and never actually started the game. I liked video games and Star Wars/Star Trek, but didn't consider myself a sci/fi nerd or anything like that. When he got older, he stayed interested in that genre and luckily for me went to an Anime convention recently. At the convention he heard about these robot games and ended up playing it some.
Me, I had veered away from all that stuff. I focused on medicine, knitting, sewing, raising a family and things like that. Still, that inner nerd was inside me and would creep up while I was playing Zelda or watching the new Star Trek (so great by the way). I'm actually watching Battlestar Galactica and loving it right now. I've come to embrace my inner nerdliness and was ready and willing to take the next step.
Even though this family reunion was thoroughly planned, there was free time built in. On Saturday afternoon, there was nothing. Chris brought up that we could go be robots (well, I'm not sure how he phrased it, but this is my story). As soon as he mentioned it, I was sold. I fed my baby, put her to sleep and got into the car so I could become a robot.
The actual address was somewhere north of the U of M campus. It was a very industrial area and when we got to the place, there was no labels. We were going to go in one random door, but my cousin shouted from another unmarked door, so we headed that way. Once we were in the building, we headed to the basement. For the first time, I saw a sign and an arrow. There were signs that it was a fallout shelter. We finally entered a cement bordered, cold room. Right away I knew we had arrived.
The first thing I saw was a guy on a computer just typing away. In the corner behind him were two guys playing a role playing game. They had a board and were rolling dice. I kid you not, but one of them wore a beret and had camouflage pants. In most of the room, there were these huge....well pods. The guy on the computer looked up and started his spiel. To play the game, we all had to pick code names and he said that he would make fun of us if we picked a code name from Top Gun. Now, in college, I had the nick name Ace, but I thought there was a character named Ace in Top Gun, so when my turn came up, I called myself Dr.Death. It seemed the computer guy approved.
Now another older guy came over and introduced us to the pod. He showed us the "basic" movements, and then it was time to go.
You know that movie Avatar where humans can become one of the creatures? This is exactly what I did. All the pods had our names on them. We sat down in a chair and closed the door and we became the robot. We had foot pedals, a gun with triggers on the right hand and throttle on the left had. There were about 30 or so buttons in front of us and a screen showing us the robot's view. The goal of the game was simple, destroy everyone else.
It was......great! I could see all of my family of robots on the screen and I would shoot them until they died. I mean, who doesn't like that right? I was having a lot of fun and started experimenting with the buttons and I handicapped myself a little, but it was still a blast. It was sort of like lazer tag for the lazy. When we were done with the mission, we exited our pods and we got a print out of our score and a narrative. Mine included bits like this...
"DrDeath (me) is delivered unto the inferno with regards from Suedehead (Aaron)."
"Tragedy strikes Nicola (Carla) as DrDeath guns the Atlas (the robot) down."
"DrDeath brings the four horsemen of the apocalypse down upon FeeBlor (Phil)."
"Best wishes in the afterlife are present to Suedehead from DrDeath"
Pretty awesome, right? After about an hour or so, my maternal instinct tugged at me and told me my baby needed me.
My fantasy was done, but not forgotten
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Fargo/Minneapolis
We just finished a whirlwind week of Minneapolis including a family reunion with my mother's side (who mostly live in Fargo). Henry had a hard time leaving. There was a point when we were walking to the car where he just froze. He literally was too sad to take another step. When we got into the car, he silently wept with tear running down his cheeks. He wasn't angry at us for leaving, he was just grieving. Grief for what is there and not here.
I understand that. Growing up we always went to Fargo to see family, and I always hated to leave. When I was in Medical School I had a creative writing session (I know, how awesome is that), and I wrote something then I would like to include here. I titled it "Fargo"
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For the past few weeks, I had been in heaven. That summer my family packed up our minivan and traveled up I-94 to reach our destination: Fargo. It was everything I wanted. My favorite cousin, Chris was 10 years old and less than a year older than me. We did everything together; we spied on our older cousins trying to figure out what girls did that took so long (I had no idea), we tainted ice cubes with every flavor extract we found, and we played Michael Jackson with our youngest cousins only to ditch them a few minutes later. All my relatives gathered at my grandparent's house. It was two stories plus an attic and a basement. The attic held all our Christmas presents and was strictly off limits (which made it even more enticing to break into). The basement had mysterious closets and a hidden, dirty, waterless toilet, which was the backdrop for the perfect haunted house with only the addition of blankets and ketchup. I loved Fargo!
Sadly, our two weeks were up, and soon it was time to return to our solitary life in Minneapolis. I sad down with my family, eating my Cheese-Whiz white bun waiting for the sign. There it was. My dad headed upstairs and retrieved my little brother's suitcase. The departure was beginning and I wanted no part of it.
I quietly left the main floor and headed upstairs. I slipped into the purple room, hid under the bed and waited. My hope was that my parents would forget about me and leave without me. I heard the strong voices laughing downstairs and I wondered what they were talking about. I lay closer to the floor to see if I could figure it out. No, only mumbles. They were carrying on without me. They didn't even know I was gone. This might work. I laid flat on my back in silence.
My mind leaves me and races down the carpeted steps where I slid down on my belly so many times I got rug burn, past the front entryway into the main floor. I see all the men in on room, watching a baseball game. The women are in the kitchen and dining room, eating, cooking and cleaning up. My cousins are running around in circles through the middle of the house with swords under their shirts with the handles sticking out behind their necks. I want so much to be a part of them, but I can only watch. My mind enters the basement through the kitchen stairs. There, more of my cousins are on the trampoline and playing cards. I want to jump, I want to be happy.
Then reality slaps me "Laura," I hear my mother yell. She hasn't forgotten me. I can hear her foot steps around the house searching for me. I realize then, that my mother would never forget me. I cannot avoid it, so I crawl out.
"Laura, it's time to go."
"I know."
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We just finished reading the book "Middlesex" and were supposed to write something in that style. The book is very descriptive and flips from past to present tense a lot, so that was my style for the piece. Reading it now, there would be a couple of things I would fix and rephrase, but not too much. Thinking back to how I felt in Fargo makes me empathize even more for little Hanky. He got over it pretty well. We talked about who was in Kansas City and all the fun things we do, and eventually he perked up.
He went to bed perfectly tonight but took a little bit to fall asleep. About 10 minutes after I put him to bed, he called out to me and asked me the date. I told him it was August 14th and he said he needed help. I went to his room and on his bed was the Magna Doodle and in the upper left corner he had written 2012. He told me to make a 4 in the lower right and that was all because he could make a 1. After he fell asleep I peaked back in, and now on the top left corner was 201214.
Such a sweet little man.
I understand that. Growing up we always went to Fargo to see family, and I always hated to leave. When I was in Medical School I had a creative writing session (I know, how awesome is that), and I wrote something then I would like to include here. I titled it "Fargo"
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For the past few weeks, I had been in heaven. That summer my family packed up our minivan and traveled up I-94 to reach our destination: Fargo. It was everything I wanted. My favorite cousin, Chris was 10 years old and less than a year older than me. We did everything together; we spied on our older cousins trying to figure out what girls did that took so long (I had no idea), we tainted ice cubes with every flavor extract we found, and we played Michael Jackson with our youngest cousins only to ditch them a few minutes later. All my relatives gathered at my grandparent's house. It was two stories plus an attic and a basement. The attic held all our Christmas presents and was strictly off limits (which made it even more enticing to break into). The basement had mysterious closets and a hidden, dirty, waterless toilet, which was the backdrop for the perfect haunted house with only the addition of blankets and ketchup. I loved Fargo!
Sadly, our two weeks were up, and soon it was time to return to our solitary life in Minneapolis. I sad down with my family, eating my Cheese-Whiz white bun waiting for the sign. There it was. My dad headed upstairs and retrieved my little brother's suitcase. The departure was beginning and I wanted no part of it.
I quietly left the main floor and headed upstairs. I slipped into the purple room, hid under the bed and waited. My hope was that my parents would forget about me and leave without me. I heard the strong voices laughing downstairs and I wondered what they were talking about. I lay closer to the floor to see if I could figure it out. No, only mumbles. They were carrying on without me. They didn't even know I was gone. This might work. I laid flat on my back in silence.
My mind leaves me and races down the carpeted steps where I slid down on my belly so many times I got rug burn, past the front entryway into the main floor. I see all the men in on room, watching a baseball game. The women are in the kitchen and dining room, eating, cooking and cleaning up. My cousins are running around in circles through the middle of the house with swords under their shirts with the handles sticking out behind their necks. I want so much to be a part of them, but I can only watch. My mind enters the basement through the kitchen stairs. There, more of my cousins are on the trampoline and playing cards. I want to jump, I want to be happy.
Then reality slaps me "Laura," I hear my mother yell. She hasn't forgotten me. I can hear her foot steps around the house searching for me. I realize then, that my mother would never forget me. I cannot avoid it, so I crawl out.
"Laura, it's time to go."
"I know."
*********
We just finished reading the book "Middlesex" and were supposed to write something in that style. The book is very descriptive and flips from past to present tense a lot, so that was my style for the piece. Reading it now, there would be a couple of things I would fix and rephrase, but not too much. Thinking back to how I felt in Fargo makes me empathize even more for little Hanky. He got over it pretty well. We talked about who was in Kansas City and all the fun things we do, and eventually he perked up.
He went to bed perfectly tonight but took a little bit to fall asleep. About 10 minutes after I put him to bed, he called out to me and asked me the date. I told him it was August 14th and he said he needed help. I went to his room and on his bed was the Magna Doodle and in the upper left corner he had written 2012. He told me to make a 4 in the lower right and that was all because he could make a 1. After he fell asleep I peaked back in, and now on the top left corner was 201214.
Such a sweet little man.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Are we finished yet?
It's been a busy week and now I'm working a ton, but I've left everyone in suspense about the bathroom, so I better fill you in. Well, my family is gone. So, does that mean the bathroom is finished? Um, no, not really. Thankfully all the big stuff is done, which leaves us all the little things. Let me fill you in with our progress.
See that list! That's all we have to do *sigh*. My brother gave us a deadline of 1 1/2 weeks. It's a little difficult with working and the two kids, but we will do our best.
So, I guess the biggest question is, how does the shower work (well, maybe it's not the biggest question, but it is the one I'm going to answer)? I went for a run some evening and after the kids went to bed, I wanted to take a shower. The sun had set so the bathroom was pretty dim (because the light over the mirror had not been fixed yet). That's okay, it just sets off a nice, relaxing mood, right? I stepped into the shower and immediately reached for the handicapped bar that wasn't there. Hmm, I guess I used it more than I thought. After I was in the shower, the shower curtain fell! I tried to get it back up myself, but it just wasn't working, so I had to quietly yell for Aaron. He heard right away. It must have been a funny sight, seeing a drenched wife, holding up a shower curtain in a dim room. He fixed it up and the rest of my shower was uneventful. Now that our lighting issue has been fixed the the curtain is secure, I have had much more successful showers and I can say that I love all the tile work. It makes me feel like I am at a hotel.
Ah, a hotel, that makes me dream of a vacation. One year ago Aaron and I took an anniversary trip up to Grand Marais, MN. Ah, it was so peaceful, relaxing and good. Maybe one day I could get a cabin up there. Well, THAT's only a dream, but a good one.
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| How many college educated men does it take to install a toilet? Answer: Three (although my husband pointed out he never took a toilet installation course) |
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| Let the fun begin! Lots and lots of tile work lasting hours. |
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| After tiling it, we (I mean my dad) grouted everything |
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| Henry holding the caulk gun. This was before he got caulk on the cabinet and floor (oops). |
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| After taking the light down above the mirror we found only loose wires (no junction box). Looks like our electrician is going to get more money/ |
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| Our list to complete after my family leaves |
See that list! That's all we have to do *sigh*. My brother gave us a deadline of 1 1/2 weeks. It's a little difficult with working and the two kids, but we will do our best.
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| Here are her two little teeth. I guess what ever I felt on top was nothing because I don't feel it anymore and she is a happy girl |
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So, I guess the biggest question is, how does the shower work (well, maybe it's not the biggest question, but it is the one I'm going to answer)? I went for a run some evening and after the kids went to bed, I wanted to take a shower. The sun had set so the bathroom was pretty dim (because the light over the mirror had not been fixed yet). That's okay, it just sets off a nice, relaxing mood, right? I stepped into the shower and immediately reached for the handicapped bar that wasn't there. Hmm, I guess I used it more than I thought. After I was in the shower, the shower curtain fell! I tried to get it back up myself, but it just wasn't working, so I had to quietly yell for Aaron. He heard right away. It must have been a funny sight, seeing a drenched wife, holding up a shower curtain in a dim room. He fixed it up and the rest of my shower was uneventful. Now that our lighting issue has been fixed the the curtain is secure, I have had much more successful showers and I can say that I love all the tile work. It makes me feel like I am at a hotel.
Ah, a hotel, that makes me dream of a vacation. One year ago Aaron and I took an anniversary trip up to Grand Marais, MN. Ah, it was so peaceful, relaxing and good. Maybe one day I could get a cabin up there. Well, THAT's only a dream, but a good one.
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