Remember that time?
That time I told all of you about my search for a camera? Woohoo, I found it.
It's on eB*y, and I know you shouldn't buy cameras unseen and untested and totally without a net like this, but aw, hell. It's perfect. And I love it. Besides, the seller is graciously (haha) allowing a three day return policy. That's a red flag right there, but the price, oh, the price. I hope I get it. I hope it does not suck. I hope I can get a couple of test rolls shot, developed, and printed in 72 hours. I hope medium format film does not go the way of the dodo, given everyone's propensity for digital. Can't wait to use my big-girl camera!
I also hope that this caffeine buzz I've got going on here does not pummel me when I crash.
Signed up for our Buddy Walk! So excited! We had to have a team name, though, and I am not nearly good enough to come up with something, and the cheeseballness of 'Noel's Whatevers' was not an option. So in great need, I turned to the internets. Never failed by the internets, I discovered a wealth of automatic name generators (one generated the name Chucky Bob when we consulted with them for the naming of 'not-Chucky-Bob'/Noel) and the winner was the 'Name your Jam Band' name generator. We are now Team Granola Love Revolution. Very exciting.
Especially when one of the members of TGLR is hauling a big ass camera.
Whee!
Hey! I'm still here!
We just got a little busy with, you know, life.
Dishwasher crapped out one morning, smoking and whatnot. A brand new tire picked up half of somone's key along the way, which does not make the tire stay full. Flat tires do not work, by the way. They are very much useless. Our first in-home meeting with our EI was Friday, and I had to clean. Lots. We are a mess here.
New dishwasher? It's great. And really quiet! The old one was, well, old. So many new dishwasher advances! It's neat.
The tire... it's round and black, but it works. So, yay!
EI?
So glad you asked!
We had met our interventionist before- at the intake evaluation. She was nice then, too. I liked her. But geez, guys, she's fantastic. Is it just her job to fit so well, or are we just lucky? She's exactly the kind of person I'd hang out with. She had some fertility problems- ended up adopting her first two kids, then (yeah, she's one of
those) got pregnant with twins. Heh. She's a self-proclaimed old hippie, which just cracks me up. Her daugter is freakily similar to me- we went to the same university, both bartended in Irish pubs, both adopted dogs from the same shelter, even. Weird.
As for the boy... he's great. Meeting all his milestones, still (except for grabbing his feet). He's rolling over front to back AND back to front, babbling with the occasional consonant thrown in, getting the toys he's aiming for, in a pretty secure supported sit, blah, blah, blah.
Oh, and school is school. If you want the truth, I'm most excited about the darkroom. I'll be using it whenever I can get away so I can bulk up my portfolio. I figure that I'll start freelancing at some point, and since I know how to shoot kids (that sounds SO bad, but hopefully you know what I mean...) that's what I'll do. Kiddie portraits, hopefully more requests for on-location than studio (because I like it better), and I have about a zillion people I can ask to borrow their kids in exchange for a couple of sheets of prints. It's a win-win, and I'm excited. Now I'm just trying to score a medium format camera in my price range. Good thing I have time....
It's just not fair.
Not in any way, shape or form, not fair.
My husband works with a woman, a receptionist in the same company. Her desk was next to his for a few months.
Het two year old daughter crawled through the dog door in their back door last night and she drowned in the pool. I cannot fathom the loss. I cannot fathom the amount of pain that would be.
She has a large family. I'm thinkng of making something dinner-ish to freeze to give them, but I know that there are probably people taking care of that sort of thing. What else can i do, as a virtual stranger, that would be even remotely helpful?
The thought of it wrecks me.
l /y nmmm00
Noel came up with the title. I think it's nice.
So, my appointment with the rhumetologist was last week, and all my bloodwork came back normal. No rhematoid arthritis factor, normal CBC and liver function. The dr I spoke with said he thought it was just a mild case of osteo-arthritis. This is good- at least I don't have some wonky auto-immune thing going on, but what a pain in the ass. Or in my joints. It's certainly not affecting my day to day life, in fact, I wouldn't even bother to take an aspirin (or tylenol or motrin or whatever) for it. It's just one of those things that whispers in my ear... you're getting older. What happened to my twenties? Those were fun.
Speaking of feeling old, my photo class makes me feel about a zillion years old. In fact, it makes me feel even older than that. I figured that a night class would be more populated with the older students (read: not entering freshman), but this is not the case. These kids are all fresh from their high school graduation, and they look about eight. Not only that, but most are coming from a high school career of photo experience. They are SO on the ball as far as the technical aspects of photography go, where as I'm so rusty I creak. I used to know this stuff, I swear. It's coming back, though. Last night was the first darkroom class, and at least I didn't botch my negatives. The instructor and I have things to talk about- she has a 6 month old daughter. We scare all the kiddies with breastmilk pumping and poop talk. That's almost worth feeling ancient... the looks on their faces are priceless.
On a different tangent, I'm going to use the local Buddy Walk as the focus of one of my projects, and to say I'm excited about it would be an understatement. Whee!
It's not wrong for me to be amused at my husband's frazzeled-ness when I got home last night, right? He was at work all day, then came home at 5 to be with Noel until 10, when I got home from class. I think he expected sympathy when he said that Noel wanted to be held almost all the time and wouldn't nap and was cranky and...
Yeah. Whatever. He
says that he understands that being with the boy 24/7 is hard, but I think he just might be starting to
get it. And he gets to sleep at night.
And another thing.
I meant to put this in the fancy bulleted list yesterday, but forgot. I miss Getupgrrl.
I was going to make a reference to floorcake the other day and then realized that not only would the person to whom I was speaking not get it, I couldn't explain it either.
Whatever happened with that whole book rumor? I want a book. Not that I have time to read, but whatever.
Loose ends.
Just a bunch of random detrius that didn't have a place.
- TrisomyMommy asked a while back if I wished I knew which embryo was Noel. Yes. Yes, I do. As it is, I have a photo of a Noel embryo and a non-existent embryo. Can't wait for the explanation on that.
- My college best friend is trying to get pregnant. Anyone want to take bets on it working the first month? I'm happy for her, really, I am. I've already got my baby, so my jealousy is well in check. But, geez. The unfairness of it all. I'm guessing it will work on the first go. She's testing this week.
- We're house hunting. It's the fun part- the looking at the neighborhoods, the outsides of houses. Not looking forward to the $$ part, the contract part, the boring bits. Luckily we're not to that part yet.
- Do husbands ever 'get it' that this is the new normal? I believe that T is waiting for our day-to-day life to get back to the way it was before. He asks me questions like, "What do you want to do tonight?" as if the answer will be- uh, let's go out to dinner and hit a bar on the way home- when there's no milk pumped and more importantly, no babysitter. Like he completely forgot that we need ADVANCE NOTICE for these things. Not to mention that it's just not as much fun when you know that you're still getting up at the crack of dawn with the squirt, hangover or no.
- and while I'm complaining about my husband... why do I feel like I'm parenting two children? In his defense, though, the past couple of days he's offered to help without me asking, so he's doing better.
- While we were in Arizona, we took a little overnight trip from Phoenix to Sedona. Sedona is pretty woo-woo (you have to wiggle your fingers and make the 'crazy wackjob people' face for that woo-woo)- there's a huge population of people that believe in UFOs and electromagnetic vertices that have healing powers and other assorted and sundry gems.
It is gorgeous, though, and because I enjoy the woo-woo from time to time, I had an aura photo taken of the boy and me. Aren't we lovely and purple?
I'm sure there was more, but Mr. Teeth is waking up. Oh, yeah, that was one thing. Thanks to all of you that offered up teething help- we posses two homeopathic teething remedies (one gel, one liquid), one bottle of liquid baby Orajel, grape flavored baby tylenol, one of those mesh feeder thingies, a health-food-store essential oil thing that's like the orajel, but not so 'make your whole face feel like a bad dentist experience', two gel filled teething chewey things, and a terrycloth blanket/cow/plastic chewey contraption. Honestly? Dunno if any of them help.
It seems that the mesh feeder with some frozen breastmilk is the most liked by Noel. Seems the tylenol doesn't keep him asleep any longer than the homeopathic liquid. When we give him the Orajel, he sucks on his lower lip a lot more. He makes funny faces with the clove oil concoction. Trying to put anything in gel form into a drooly baby mouth is an exercise in futility. Still no teeth through the gums.
On one hand, I want the teething pain to stop. My poor little boy! On the other, he's going to have TEETH. I'm not ready for him to be old enough to have teeth. Not yet. Gracious. This is all going too fast.
And now he's really awake- gotta run!
probably cool to no one but me
Remember when we went to New Orleans? For Jazzfest?
Well, we did. I said so
hereAnd we went to Tipitina's and it was the first time we went out without the baby?
Right.
So that show, at Tip's, with Bonerama and Rebirth and Dirty Dozen was used in a documentary called
Song for New Orleans. It's been on eleventy hundred times that I've noticed. You could buy it, if you
wanted.Yeah, I must've been in the bathroom or something, but my husband is totally in the show. We're, like, rockstars. Totally.
