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Goodbye Hedonism, Hello Diaper Genie….

Week With Grandma… A Photo Journal August 31, 2007

Filed under: Family,The Bee — nickihem @ 4:58 am

The Bee has had a most marvelous week with her grandma. Since grandpa was out of town, we thought we’d head out from L-Town and come stay for a bit to keep her company…. Here are some of the highlights from the past few days…

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Bee and Grandma hang out on the lawn and soak up some sun. The Bee, quite predictably, plucks up any leaves that have fallen (it’s almost fall, for crying out loud) and pops them into her mouth, sometimes faster than Grandma can stop her. But they’re having quite the time, those two…

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Now able to cruise with only one precariously-placed hand along furniture, stairs, and railings, the second floor has become her favorite spot in the house. She loves it when I bark like an attack dog and nip her toes from below.

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See those chompers? Not even quite ten months old, this baby…. sheesh.

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Already, this child knows how to accessorize…

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“Oh Grandma, this deck is abosultely delicious!”

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This is one of my favorite pictures of the week… It’s hard to think this will probably be the last time this year that Bee and G-ma are going to be able to get outside since we probably won’t be back ’round these here parts ’till Decemeber or so.

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It actually got chilly enough to have to put The Bee in a jacket this week. I know it’s not grandma-related (although it’s at her house) but she just looks so damn cute in her little ruffly jacket.

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The Return of Grandpa– He is back on our last day and lets The Bee take a ride, quitting early because it’s “not exactly safe” (although how many times do I remember doing this? Or my sisters riding on the mower before they even had teeth?

It’s been a nice and relaxing week and The Bee had the time of her life. My mom is something else. She’s like a kid around my kid. Love you all, even if you read and never leave me comments.

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The War on Nature, First Blood, and Other News August 9, 2007

Filed under: Family,The Bee,Uncategorized — nickihem @ 3:39 am

The war on nature, the battlefield of which is located on the giant windows overlooking the water in the back of our house has now been won. We are, I’m happy to say, the victors. After over 12 cans of expensive toxic foam that promises to kill hornets, bees, and scorpions. Yes, scorpions, the glass is now free (with the exception of one horrifying large spider who will serve as the grim messenger of imminent death to potential spider-scouts in the future) of those awful arachnids. It has been a tiresome battle. But thank god, it’s over. We think. They are incredibly persistent little bastards. And huge. This does not even come close to doing it justice… 

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It is now safe to exit onto the back deck, which we excitedly did, only to find that there was a stream of tiny determined ants following a direct line from the wood underneath over near our door. It’s like they’ve come to avenge the spiders. That’s okay. We have more cans of Zyclon-B or whatever the hell the stuff in the can is. For once in my lifetime I am looking forward to the end of summer and the onslaught of cold Midwestern winter. Although who knows, that might bring all the things from the outside right on in through some secret tunnel or something. We’ll just have to cross that bridge when we come to it. 

A couple days ago The Bee got her first real injury. It was the first time I’ve ever seen her hurt with a noticeable boo-boo. Since she’s crawling like a pro now, she kind of seems to get cocky about moving forward and decided she wanted something and went after it with gusto. However, she forgot that her hands were required for crawling and just kind of dove into the hardwood floor. Ry was on the phone with my mom near her and I was over by the couch and I just remember hearing her hit the floor, Ry yelling “get her!” and then a horrendous wail.  God. The pit of my belly is all twisted just remembering it.  Her little lip split somewhat. Not all the way, but bad enough to leave a cut along the center and bad enough to illicit enough blood to make me want to faint. She didn’t cry much after the initial wail…we gave her an ice cube in a paper towel and she was perfectly content again, just sucking on it while Ry and I kept looking at one another with total fear. She’s fine now, poor Bee. This is the day after it happened… 

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She’s at that frightening point where she’s really getting around and we’re just going to have to be vigilant all the time. It tears my very heart to think that this is par for the course when it comes to babies and that it won’t be the last time something like this happens. I want to wrap her in bubble wrap, little thing. I can’t be that mom though…. Otherwise, she’s so happy here. We go outside, play in the sunroom near the windows, watch for hummingbirds at our feeder, go for walks, play in her carpeted bedroom where things are nice and soft, and just have a ball. She’s such a happy baby. One of the people that lives on our lane at the end saw her for the first time today and took a breath and said “she stunning!” … (I couldn’t help but think of that Seinfeld episode “she’s breathtaking”). She really is stunning. I loves ya Bee… 

Chillin’ in the Pack n’ Play

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Four Years…. July 15, 2007

Filed under: Family — nickihem @ 8:48 pm

Thank you Ryan, for the best four years of my life.
We actually look like parents for this anniversary.
Weird.
Wholesome, but weird.

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The Year of the Purdue Wonderchicken March 31, 2007

Filed under: baby,Family,The Bee,Uncategorized — nickihem @ 6:34 am

(Pardon the vague literary reference as the title) Well, other than the homage to my favorite author there, the title holds far more significance than one might think. It appears that husband-person, The Bee, and of course, little old me are all heading off to West Lafayette, Indiana, home of the Boilermakers. I must admit, it’s nice to be somewhere without the total football mania. It’s much better to be moving somewhere that’s at least named after a strong drink as opposed to a freakin’ nut. Actually, I think the whole Boilermakers thing pays homage to the town’s history as a manufacturer of steam boilers for trains. Still…  

Husband-person went and interviewed at Purdue and spent a whirlwind day of tours and finished off with a great chat over dinner with the head of the department. Guess DeptChair saw the charming man-beast I see everyday and liked him. A week or so later he told him he was the top candidate for the position and now, voila! We’re off! To exciting, lovely, exotic…
Indiana.  I’m swelling with pride.  

No, I’m just swelled. More about the still unresolved baby weight gain issues at a later date though… One of the great things about working from home is that I don’t have to go through the nightmare of wondering what kind of job I’ll find when we move, how I’ll fit in with new co-workers, etc… That, in addition to working in my pajamas if I want and being near and dear to The Bee all days is something I treasure and value but on the other hand, I’ve been feeling lately that the idealistic vision I had of working during the day while Bee sleeps was… well… yeah, an idealistic vision. 

I never realized how time-consuming babies are. Nor did I realize how much energy is necessary, from the moment she wakes up until she is safe and asleep. I’m still getting over my tendency to be a work-a-holic and every day, I’m like “yeah, I’ll work for an hour here and an hour there” until HP gets home and then I’ll just work for like 5 or 6 straight hours. Forget it. I’m so burned that by the time she hits the hay all I want is a beer and some bed. And by the way, that bed means like for sleeping you know? Because never mind HP and I taking time for one another…  It’s one hell of a tough balancing act, I have to admit. Those who were baby-fied before me were like “there’s no way you’re going to be able to work as much as you think you’re going to be able to”… I just nodded and thought to myself, “yeah, whatever. You’re just not as driven as me or something.” 

Wrong. I am pushed to limit, but in a great way. I just don’t realize how great it is at every moment, that’s all. Someday I’ll look back on these times and miss the Bee’s flailing, random screaming, refusal to eat in the afternoons, and more generally, her complete lack of regard for my schedule or intense dislike of vomit—even if it’s of that clean, scentless, baby-chunk variety that only a liquid diet can produce. 

What am I getting ready to start bitching for? I like this. Before the Bee I was so incredibly self-involved. I got up when I wanted, worked when I wanted, etc. but looking back, it was all kind of a meaningless existence. I wanted to make as much money as I could so I could continue being a total tight-ass with it and hang out with HP. That was it. Now, however, each day is full. When I’m not being Bee-it-ized, I’m working, when I’m not working, I’m making time for HP, when I’m not doing that I’m sleeping. My life is full now. Too full some days, but if I had to go back and relive a day like I had before The Bee I would be bored senseless. I would feel like I was lacking or missing something.   I think back to the day I found out I was preggers and how I was, to be brutally honest, a little devastated. Thinking back on that, I hate myself for it. All it took was some courage to face something new, to encounter a new way of living. It’s late and as if it wasn’t already pretty obvious, I’m not only rambling, I’m getting sentimental.