Last Friday we had plans to go strawberry picking with some friends in Marble Falls. Right before we left, Andrea called to say there weren’t really any berries at the field, and did we still want to go. I think she was secretly hoping that we would say no, but my boys already had their shoes on, and I was not dealing with the aftermath of taking away their Friday adventure!
I think everything actually worked out really well. Picking your own berries usually ends up being a pretty pricey adventure for us, but when you only pick 50 it’s not really all that expensive! There was also a little animal farm and strawberry lemonade and ice cream (which I did not get to eat, thank you very much gestational diabetes!).
After the berry picking we went to Johnson Park in Marble Falls for a picnic. It was a perfect day, the boys were well behaved, and I had a wonderful visit with Andrea. This might even have gotten us a little bit prepared for picking peaches again after the baby arrives!
Long before I met my husband I had picked out the names for all my children. My first son was most definitely going to be named Seamus. Imagine the unpleasant surprise I experienced when I found out that Doug thought he should also have some say in the naming of our children! So far, still no Seamus at our house! One of Doug’s reasons for not liking Seamus was that he didn’t want to be a poseur. He’s in no way Irish. I however am Irish, even if it’s just 1/4. So, to celebrate my heritage today we had our traditional St. Patrick’s day feast. We cook this meal once a year, and today was the day!
I’m not going to pretend that dessert was traditional, but it did have some green! Don’t worry, the cupcakes were minis, so one didn’t hurt the blood sugar levels!
Now it’s time to start preparing for Easter!
I’ve marvelled the last few years how our children have managed to escape, relatively unscathed, from their various wrestling matches, tumbles down the stairs, and running with all kinds of sharp objects. Little did I know that our first trip to the Emergency Room would be the result of Samuel tripping on his way to pick up his brother’s shoes!
I always imagined myself being very cool in this type of situation. You know, the situation where your son runs screaming to you with his hand covering his forehead. Actually, I was fine for the running and screaming, it was when I pulled his hand away that I lost my composure a bit. Then, there was my husband requiring gauze, and me having to travel to the three different first aid locations around the house. I always thought I knew where everything was, but apparently my Cars Band-Aids were not suitable for the largest cut I had ever seen! Doug actually sat me down afterward and told me that I “needed to be calmer in these situations.” I’ll work on that for next time!
So, without further ado, here is my son with his beautiful forehead before:
Now, here he is after his 13 stitches. The only real trauma to him was that he couldn’t go to the gym that night. All was made better by the popsicle in the ER and the special trip to Krispy Kreme with his dad!
I have to give a special shout out to Ingrid who kept me distracted on the phone almost the whole time the boys were at the hospital. Doug believes she sensed a disturbance in the Force and responded accordingly! Whatever the reason, I’m just glad I had her to chat with!
You should stop reading here if you don’t want to see the fancy needlework!
588 – That’s how many times the nurse at the perinatologists office wanted me to prick my finger during the remaining 12 weeks of my pregnancy!
So, it has been a week since my first visit to the new peri-natologist. I knew I wasn’t going to return to the one from my last pregnancy, but my hopes of this new doctor being totally awesome and relaxed have been dashed. For one, they want me to check my sugars 7 times a day instead of the 4 times that I previously did not enjoy. I’m somewhat convinced that this is a ploy from the glucose monitor people to force me to buy even more test strips!
On the positive side, this office is way closer to me, and I’ve been able to coordinate my appointments with my regular OB check-ups, so it’s not so much back and forth. Also, this doctor has a fancy 3-d ultra-sound machine. So, I was able to confirm that this new arrival will, in fact, be a girl (I have yet to buy anything because I was in denial!), but I was also able to determine that the baby isn’t all that cute … yet! I think the features will improve when she weighs more than 3 pounds!
So, I’m back on the gestational diabetes diet. 2200 calories a day of high protein/ low carb goodness! Eleven weeks left, then I can get back to to the mashed potatoes that I love! On the plus side, this does tend to keep the extra, ice cream induced, weight off for the last few weeks of the pregnancy!
On the ironic side of things, this particular doctor keeps a wonderful array of hot chocolate available in her waiting room. If you prick me, do I not bleed?!
Just in case you’re wondering, the number on my monitor was after dinner, and it was 80, and that makes me a gestational diabetes rock star!
Last week it was in the 90’s here. In fact, I’m still suffering the effects of my first sunburn since since high school!Today, however is a different story. It’s about fifty degrees and rainy. I love this kind of weather, and because it’s rare to have this kind of day where we live, I’m trying my best to live it up. So, I thought I’d share a couple of things that this kind of weather puts me in the mood for:
1. Hot Chocolate
I know what you’re thinking, that is the most ridiculous thing ever. Who in their right mind would pay good money for something that you can get by just boiling water in the microwave? Trust me, I know where you’re coming from. I thought the same thing the first time I saw this in the Bed Bath and Beyond circular, but then we tried it out at Doug’s sister’s house. So, before you get all judgemental, hear me out. The Cocoa Latte works not only with water, but also with milk. This makes a much better hot chocolate, in my opinion. Also, there’s no pesky stirring involved. You put in the milk and cocoa and you turn it on. That’s it. The thing starts spinning and heating. It turns off when it gets to the rght temperature, and if it starts to get too cool, it turns right back on. There’s also a froth feature so you can feel like you paid $3.00 for that cocoa at Starbucks!
Many people mocked my attachment to the Cocoa Latte, but a lot of those same people went on to purchase their own after sampling the joy at our house!
#2. The Homemade Marshmallow:
The hot shocolate is just fine on its own, but if you’re looking for a little something extra, go ahead and try making your own marshmallows. It’s not difficult, and the results are very rewarding. I usually just google for a recipe, but I really like this site. Feel free to embellish your marshmallows with different colors and different flavors. You may not want to make them every time, but if you’re looking for something special, I’d give it a try.
* In the interest of full disclosure, we took these pictures a couple of months ago. This is what I’m in the mood for today, but I didn’t actually get around to it today!
I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about returning to Louisiana for Mardi Gras considering that my eyes are still burning from last year’s visit to the French Quarter, but we decided to brave the crowds and go hang out with some family.
This year we avoided the French Quarter at night. We did venture in for brunch with all the sisters-in-law at Brennan’s, but I figured we’d be safe at noon on a Saturday! There was some stuff getting started, but it was pretty tame compared with last year. Apparently the drinking starts early, but the nudity doesn’t happen until after sundown! The brunch was a little pricey, but the cost was worth it for the great company of 3 of my 5 sisters-in-law (By 5, I mean all the girls that are married to the brothers. If I’m counting sisters, that brings the number up to 8! Thanks for reminding me, Charlotte!). Maybe we’ll get to do another luncheon some time in the not too distant future!!
This was a pretty quick trip for us. We left for Baton Rouge on Friday afternoon and we drove back on Monday morning. I don’t know if my body, in its current enlarged state, is designed to handle 18 hours of driving in three days!
On Saturday we made our way to New Orleans for brunch and a parade. I won’t lie, the whole thing kind of creeps me out, but the boys loves getting their beads and stuffed animals. This year we were privileged to see Kid Rock and REO Speedwagon. Ah … the entertainment value alone!
On Sunday we went to church and then for a quick visit to see Mike, the Tiger. This was by far the most active I have ever seen the tiger. Ben was completely enthralled. after church we headed back to grandma and grand-dad’s for lunch, a quick nap and some King Cake, courtesy of Daniel and Han. And, guess who found the baby? That’s right, yours truly … my winning streak continues! Although I don’t know if it’s really winning if you are the one who has to buy the next cake! Sunday night I enjoyed the Oscar telecast. I think I definitely prefer it with the DVR!
Monday morning we packed up, had a quick visit, and headed home. We were all a little tired from staying up until three o’clock in the morning visiting with all the siblings! I think it took us the whole week to recover from that trip!
We may have to alter the schedule a bit for the next trip. I don’t know if I can’ handle all the late nights and long drives over one week-end. Maybe we’ll add a couple of extra days so that we can have some more down time! When did I get to be so old and such a huge fan of down time?!
Sometimes I think there’s nothing my husband can do to surprise me, that I’ve heard every story possible (in the case of the Navajo Taco story, too many times!). I know all about his childhood. We’ve driven by his old house, his old school, where he stood up to the kids who wanted to beat him up, and the path he used to follow to get from his house to his grandmother’s house. I’d like to think I know a fair bit about the father of my children.
I know, for example, that he will leave the room if I turn on certain television shows. Also, bringing up certain political figures is guaranteed to elicit predictable responses. Not that this ever happens, but if I hypothetically wanted to toy with my husband, I might say something like, “That Al Gore sure is a genius when it comes to the environment. Can you believe he also invented the internet?” (I do this very sincerely, or else it doesn’t have the desired effect!)
So, imagine my surprise when, while fast forwarding through an old episode of the Gilmore Girls last night I experience the following dialogue:
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Luke: Jess is gone.
Lorelai: Do you know where?
Luke: Yeah, I think I know where
Doug: Didn’t Jess go to California to see his Dad?
Alright, I paraphrased the dialogue a little bit, but not Doug’s contribution from the sofa (while he was in the middle of programming his video game, by the way! Such the multi tasker!)
And you think you know someone!