Monthly Archives: November 2007

11.11.07
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The cake

It’s not the prettiest, but he did it himself (with some assistance). I especially like the red candies where the hands/feet/head were.

No, I did not ask him what he meant when he said he wanted it to look like God. Then he might have gotten his hopes up that I would be willing to alter the design.

No, I was not going to argue that if it looked like a Host it would look like God. He was getting a cross. Period. Such is the downside to having a sacrament or a birthday or some other special event when Mom’s priority is a new baby.
11.11.07
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I’m no Michelangelo

Billy was disappointed to learn that I, his uncreative and temporarily overwhelmed mother, was planning to use the same cross-shaped cake mold I used for Mary’s Baptismal cake for his First Holy Communion cake tomorrow.

“But I wanted it to look like God,” he wailed.

Um…………..?
11.08.07
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Perhaps blondes have more fun, but they get no respect

I was born blonde, but my hair is now a light-to-medium brown with natural highlights if I spend a lot of time in the sun.

My husband, though, apparently thinks that I’m still very blonde. Now, honestly, I’m a smart cookie, and my husband is a top admirer of my mental acuity. I will admit to having “blonde moments” wherein I suddenly forget how to read a map, or where I put the car keys, or the difference between a manatee and a cockatoo, but I think these times are fairly rare. There is no reason for anyone to expect me to not follow along in a conversation and understand what is being said.

So, in September, when Bill felt the need to define the acronym IPA, I was a little insulted. But then yesterday he was telling me a story about a sniper and blah blah blah blah. I’m really not going to repeat this story. I was listening, but this is not the type of story that civilians (including ME) really want to hear about, but since I’m married to an Army guy, I get to hear all the time. Suffice it to say that it includes DEATH in a violent manner. C’est la guerre.

OK. So, guns are involved, and my husband mentions that the sight wasn’t zeroed. He then explains that this means that what the shooter would see in the sight is not where the bullet would actually go.

Really? Wow. Learn something new every day.

At least some anonymous internet quiz thinks I’m a genius.

I think I’ll go back to coloring my hair. I may as well look the part. I’m just surprised he lets me educate his kids!

P.S. No offense meant to any smart blondies out there.

11.06.07
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Is it bedtime yet?

For the last three weeks I have been to the clinic here on post once or twice or three times each week for weight checks on the baby. On Friday, I drove 30 minutes to go to a highly recommended lactation consultant. I will need to go see her several times a week for the foreseeable future.

This morning I had to take my oldest son to the orthodontist for an emergency repair job on his braces. This afternoon I had to take the baby in again for a weight check. As I was leaving the doctor nagged reminded me that I need to take the baby to an area hospital for a hearing test. I have to get it done before she’s 60 days old (she’s 28 days old now).

It’s just going to have to wait.

For a breastfeeding mom in need of relief for a stress headache, which is better: Tylenol or Advil? Or wine……?