Today is my 24th birthday! The past year has been so great, and I wanted to just take a minute to recap all the great stuff that happed while I was 23.
•I quit my job in preparation for being a stay at home mom.
•We bought a house, and not only that but we got a great house and an even better interest rate on our mortgage.
•I spent a lot of time bonding and connecting with my mother in law. We've always been really close, but I'm thankful that we've had the chance to become even closer.
•I had my second (and final) child. A beautiful girl with a feisty personality. She has rounded out the dynamic in our family perfectly.
•We paid off all our credit card debt
•I evaluated challenging relationships in my life and weeded out people who were negative impacts.
•I made a lot of great new friends who I enjoy having in my life.
And I can't forget the material things that made my life a little better this year. My new iPhone, flat screen tv, TiVo HD, front loading washer and dryer, and a new comfy bed! :D
Here's hoping this year will be every bit as good as the last!
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Saturday, January 23, 2010
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Surgery
I had my first ever surgery yesterday. Here are some photo highlights:
My wristband. Dave and I joked that I was just a number, now that I've been barcoded. The thing is, every time a new nurse comes to you, they hold your wristband and make you recite your birthday and spell out your first and last name. So really I wasn't just a number after all!
I got my iv... Didn't realize it would be in my hand, as opposed to further up my arm like it was when I had Rory. The lidocaine shot they gave me prior to putting the iv in made my hand red and itchy. Not cool.
They made me wear my glasses, and my mother in law braided my hair. Ain't I cute?
Hair-netted, and I've got my finger pulse reader thing. Just about to be wheeled back to the operating room.
When I got to the operating room, it was FREEZING! They covered me with warm blankets. There was music playing over the stereo, I had seen that on Nip/Tuck, but had no idea they actually did that! Next thing I know they're telling me they're putting the medicine in my iv and that it will sting-- and oh boy it did!!-- and then I was out. I remember looking up at the ceiling and the nurses said, "Think of something good to dream about..." and before I could pin down one thought, I was out.
Then I woke up in a different room and there were nurses around me. They moved me to my out patient recovery room and brought Dave in. I had him snap this lovely pic:
Not a bad experience all-in-all. I'm pretty sore now, but I can already tell it will be worth it.
My wristband. Dave and I joked that I was just a number, now that I've been barcoded. The thing is, every time a new nurse comes to you, they hold your wristband and make you recite your birthday and spell out your first and last name. So really I wasn't just a number after all!
I got my iv... Didn't realize it would be in my hand, as opposed to further up my arm like it was when I had Rory. The lidocaine shot they gave me prior to putting the iv in made my hand red and itchy. Not cool.
They made me wear my glasses, and my mother in law braided my hair. Ain't I cute?
Hair-netted, and I've got my finger pulse reader thing. Just about to be wheeled back to the operating room.
When I got to the operating room, it was FREEZING! They covered me with warm blankets. There was music playing over the stereo, I had seen that on Nip/Tuck, but had no idea they actually did that! Next thing I know they're telling me they're putting the medicine in my iv and that it will sting-- and oh boy it did!!-- and then I was out. I remember looking up at the ceiling and the nurses said, "Think of something good to dream about..." and before I could pin down one thought, I was out.
Then I woke up in a different room and there were nurses around me. They moved me to my out patient recovery room and brought Dave in. I had him snap this lovely pic:
Not a bad experience all-in-all. I'm pretty sore now, but I can already tell it will be worth it.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
When Life Gives You Honeycombs, Make Beeswax!
I made this yesterday.
What is it, you ask? Why, it's a bar of beeswax! I melted it down from this:
Dave brought home a bag of honeycomb that his colleague had given him. The bees ate all of the honey that was left after the comb was harvested, so it was just a bunch of wax. I melted it down, sorted it out, and rigged up a mold. I've never done anything like this before so I decided to just jump right in and figure it out. I messed up several times, but finally got to my desired end result!
I needed to put the honeycomb in something i could boil it in. It wasn't going to fit, so I grabbed some tongs.
Filled the jar.
By this time, my water was ready!
In went the jar!
Progress check:
After about 15 minutes, all that was left was a jar of sweet-smelling goop.
Here was my first mess up. I let the wax harden in the jar and realized I couldn't get it out! I put the jar back in the boiling water just long enough for the outside to melt. Then I tipped the jar up so the wax came to the front and stuck a butter knife in and cut it in half. I sliced off the bottom where solid particles had settled in the wax.
I wanted to create some sort of mold so that I would end up with a solid block of wax. I thought that putting some Saran wrap in a little container and re-melting the wax would work well. I shoved my solid pieces in here and popped it in the microwave.
After I took it out of the microwave, there was this weird brown stuff in there! I grabbed a fork and scooped it out. No big deal, right?
Wrong. The wax had gotten so hot in the microwave that it melted the Saran wrap. That's what that weird brown stuff was in the cup!
Whoops. I had to think fast, because the wax was cooling. My next great idea was to make a bar-shaped mold out of tin foil. I had wanted to make a foil mold in the first place, but knew I couldn't put it in the microwave. It should have occurred to me to make a tin foil mold and melt the wax in a different container. Oh well. I'll remember next time!
I was able to pour the wax into the foil with only a couple of drips on the counter!
Then to let it set...
After it cooled, I peeled back the foil to expose my solid bar of beeswax!
Then I attempted to smooth the edges by running the bar under hot water until it was pliable. It was still a little bumpy and fingerprint-y but it was good enough for me.
So that was my first experiment with melting down honeycomb for beeswax. I wasn't looking forward to cleanup, but I found that if I ran the dish or utensil under really hot water and then scrubbed it with LOC kitchen cleaner, it came off quite easily! (But you have to use the LOC. I tried it without and it didn't work, hence the reason I used it!)
Dave said he will probably be bringing more honeycomb home, so I'm looking forward to perfecting my technique! I don't know what I'll do with all this wax... Maybe I'll make a candle when I get enough, beeswax smells heavenly!
What is it, you ask? Why, it's a bar of beeswax! I melted it down from this:
Dave brought home a bag of honeycomb that his colleague had given him. The bees ate all of the honey that was left after the comb was harvested, so it was just a bunch of wax. I melted it down, sorted it out, and rigged up a mold. I've never done anything like this before so I decided to just jump right in and figure it out. I messed up several times, but finally got to my desired end result!
I needed to put the honeycomb in something i could boil it in. It wasn't going to fit, so I grabbed some tongs.
Filled the jar.
By this time, my water was ready!
In went the jar!
Progress check:
After about 15 minutes, all that was left was a jar of sweet-smelling goop.
Here was my first mess up. I let the wax harden in the jar and realized I couldn't get it out! I put the jar back in the boiling water just long enough for the outside to melt. Then I tipped the jar up so the wax came to the front and stuck a butter knife in and cut it in half. I sliced off the bottom where solid particles had settled in the wax.
I wanted to create some sort of mold so that I would end up with a solid block of wax. I thought that putting some Saran wrap in a little container and re-melting the wax would work well. I shoved my solid pieces in here and popped it in the microwave.
After I took it out of the microwave, there was this weird brown stuff in there! I grabbed a fork and scooped it out. No big deal, right?
Wrong. The wax had gotten so hot in the microwave that it melted the Saran wrap. That's what that weird brown stuff was in the cup!
Whoops. I had to think fast, because the wax was cooling. My next great idea was to make a bar-shaped mold out of tin foil. I had wanted to make a foil mold in the first place, but knew I couldn't put it in the microwave. It should have occurred to me to make a tin foil mold and melt the wax in a different container. Oh well. I'll remember next time!
I was able to pour the wax into the foil with only a couple of drips on the counter!
Then to let it set...
After it cooled, I peeled back the foil to expose my solid bar of beeswax!
Then I attempted to smooth the edges by running the bar under hot water until it was pliable. It was still a little bumpy and fingerprint-y but it was good enough for me.
So that was my first experiment with melting down honeycomb for beeswax. I wasn't looking forward to cleanup, but I found that if I ran the dish or utensil under really hot water and then scrubbed it with LOC kitchen cleaner, it came off quite easily! (But you have to use the LOC. I tried it without and it didn't work, hence the reason I used it!)
Dave said he will probably be bringing more honeycomb home, so I'm looking forward to perfecting my technique! I don't know what I'll do with all this wax... Maybe I'll make a candle when I get enough, beeswax smells heavenly!
Monday, September 7, 2009
Car Seat Jumble
When we first put Rory's car seat in our car, we put it behind the passenger seat and put Bruce's behind the driver's seat. This made everyone happy except for the person sitting in the passenger seat who was forced to sit with knees pressed up against the air bag compartment, silently praying that the car NOT get in a wreck.
Dave and I fought over who got to drive for the better part of two months. Normally I drive, but his long legs were harder to cram in such a small place. (Mine weren't that much easier, especially considering that I'm bigger around!)
A few weeks ago, all the men in our extended family went on a camping trip. Our car was needed to haul Dave's brother and nephew, so we had to take Rory's car seat out of the back to make room. When I put her car seat back in, I decided to try putting it in the middle of the back seat. This way the car seat fit between the two front seats, allowing us to scoot back and stretch out. (And I got to start driving again!)
The only person who didn't neccessarily benefit from this new arrangement was Bruce, as he was squished between Rory's large seat and the door. I asked Bruce how he felt about the new arrangement before I actually hooked the seats in, and to my relief, he said he liked it! He adores his little sister and was thrilled to be able to sit closer to her.
There are additional benefits, as well. Since she has someone to look at back there, she usually stays awake and engaged which is great for keeping her nap schedule on track! When she cries, Bruce is right there to talk or sing to her, or just to provide her with the momentary relief a pacifier can bring. She loves watching her older brother and I am really happy that they can have a special time together. The bite-sized responsibility is good for Bruce, too. I can tell he likes being able to be the one to care for her and attend to her while we aren't physically able to do so.
So for now, this works. And soon enough, she'll be a year old and we can turn her seat around!
Dave and I fought over who got to drive for the better part of two months. Normally I drive, but his long legs were harder to cram in such a small place. (Mine weren't that much easier, especially considering that I'm bigger around!)
A few weeks ago, all the men in our extended family went on a camping trip. Our car was needed to haul Dave's brother and nephew, so we had to take Rory's car seat out of the back to make room. When I put her car seat back in, I decided to try putting it in the middle of the back seat. This way the car seat fit between the two front seats, allowing us to scoot back and stretch out. (And I got to start driving again!)
The only person who didn't neccessarily benefit from this new arrangement was Bruce, as he was squished between Rory's large seat and the door. I asked Bruce how he felt about the new arrangement before I actually hooked the seats in, and to my relief, he said he liked it! He adores his little sister and was thrilled to be able to sit closer to her.
There are additional benefits, as well. Since she has someone to look at back there, she usually stays awake and engaged which is great for keeping her nap schedule on track! When she cries, Bruce is right there to talk or sing to her, or just to provide her with the momentary relief a pacifier can bring. She loves watching her older brother and I am really happy that they can have a special time together. The bite-sized responsibility is good for Bruce, too. I can tell he likes being able to be the one to care for her and attend to her while we aren't physically able to do so.
So for now, this works. And soon enough, she'll be a year old and we can turn her seat around!
Friday, September 4, 2009
Test!
I've not been updating lately. The reason? Because literally 95% of my time online is done on my iPhone. I hadn't found an acceptable way to post from said iPhone, so I was doing what I could do... Twitter!
But I've found an application that should make it easy to update from my iPhone. So we'll see how this goes!
But I've found an application that should make it easy to update from my iPhone. So we'll see how this goes!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I often times wonder how Rory's personality will develop and what the similarities and differences will be compared to Bruce. Everything has been completely different with Rory than it was with Bruce. When Bruce was a baby, we didn't leave the house much. We went shopping at Walmart (he was usually asleep in his car seat) and stayed at home. Sometimes we would venture to the mall or to Grandma and Grandpa's house. Rory has been on the go as long as I've been on the go!
Rory goes to Walmart (either being carried by me, or in the sling... we don't have a removeable carseat this time around) she goes to the park, she goes to Grandma and Grandpa's, she goes to Starbucks and Saturday Market... she goes where we go. And because we have a 3 year old, it's not really fair to stop going places just because we have a baby.
So far, she handles all the stimulation really well. We've never had an over-stimulated night. You know, where the baby cries and cries and won't settle down. They have entirely too much going on in their brains and they can't process it at all. Those were bad nights with Bruce. I'm wondering if those nights will come with Rory when she's a little older, but I'm really not sure if they will at all!
I'm starting to think that keeping the baby at home all the time might partially cause over-stimulation. It seems like it would be overwhelming to go from the quiet routine of being home to the noise and lights and hustle-bustle of the world.
Either way, only time will tell.
Me and Rory at DeMeyer Park
Nina and Rory at Starbucks
Looking at the playground at Municipal Park
She really takes everything in
So adorable.
I won't ever take her to a movie theater, though. Not until she's old enough to be enjoying the movie (like 3). It's just inappropriate.
Rory goes to Walmart (either being carried by me, or in the sling... we don't have a removeable carseat this time around) she goes to the park, she goes to Grandma and Grandpa's, she goes to Starbucks and Saturday Market... she goes where we go. And because we have a 3 year old, it's not really fair to stop going places just because we have a baby.
So far, she handles all the stimulation really well. We've never had an over-stimulated night. You know, where the baby cries and cries and won't settle down. They have entirely too much going on in their brains and they can't process it at all. Those were bad nights with Bruce. I'm wondering if those nights will come with Rory when she's a little older, but I'm really not sure if they will at all!
I'm starting to think that keeping the baby at home all the time might partially cause over-stimulation. It seems like it would be overwhelming to go from the quiet routine of being home to the noise and lights and hustle-bustle of the world.
Either way, only time will tell.
Me and Rory at DeMeyer Park
Nina and Rory at Starbucks
Looking at the playground at Municipal Park
She really takes everything in
So adorable.
I won't ever take her to a movie theater, though. Not until she's old enough to be enjoying the movie (like 3). It's just inappropriate.
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