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The New Year January 16, 2009
I feel like I’ve lived a full six months in the last 16 days! Gosh, it’s embarrassing how little I’ve posted recently.
The beginning of 2009 started with Henry and I in Holliston while Justin was on the road making some awesome double time. We spent new year’s day playing with Baby Eleanor and the other Baby Henry.
When we got home I put my nose to the grindstone to accomplish some lofty writing goals, and I was defeated on my second writing assignment. I wrote an article for Associated Content citing a reputable source which turned out to be WAY, WAY off base. To the point of being libelous and potentially career ending to the person featured in the article. I spent a week trying to undo the damage to cover my a$$ as well as AC’s a$$, and above all that I felt really, really bad. Fortunately, Sam at AC was awesome and helped me remove the article within 36 hours of its initial publication.
So there was some lost writing time.
Then, I’m not sure how it all came about, we saw a house outside Indy that we wanted. It was our dream home–hardwood floors, antique stained glass, 1800’s charm. Before I knew it, we were on a plane to IND to go house shopping.
Our “dream home” was such a piece of crap! The photos posted by the seller were entirely inaccurate. The siding was falling off, part of the eaves were missing, water was leaking into the sun room and basement, the windows were rotting out, the foundation was cracked, oh, and the worst part… There were four stately columns on the front entry in the picture. When we got there there were three, one of them was fractured and crumbling under the extra weight, and the missing column was covered in snow in the yard.
That didn’t work out, neither did the subsequent two houses we looked at. But when we looked at the fourth house we really thought we hit the jackpot.
We hated it at first. It’s a bank owned forclosure and it was stripped. No toilets, no cabinets, no appliances, no mantle over the fireplace, icky stained carpet, dirty walls and ceilings.
But then we started thinking. Since nothing was in it, we would be able to install whatever we wanted. It was a clean slate. And as a foreclosure, it’s dirt cheap.
We put an offer in on it and we’ve been waiting to hear for the last five days. The seller is making their offer(s) today. We haven’t heard anything yet. Our fingers are very crossed.
Poor ol’ Henry is having trouble teething. He’s been droopy all day today. He just whimpers and makes chomping motions with his jaw. He isn’t happy unless he’s asleep on my lap. It feels like we’re back at week 6 again. 🙂
So, yeah. I’ve been able to submit my two articles per day to Demand Studios, only about three or four total to AC so far, I sent out two magazine submissions. It’s just not as productive as I’d wished.
Oh, and I started a 6 week travel writing course from The Renegade Writer. I’m psyched about it! But I haven’t had a chance to do even half of this weeks assignment. Ugh. Really, I must catch up. With the writing. And the laundry. The baby book. The dusting.
It’s crazy. I have absolutely no time to do anything, but my head is flooded with creative ideas. Things I’m itching to write, record, get done but I just can’t.
Have I mentioned I’ve only seen my husband, like, three times this month? I’m not even kidding.
I’m dying inside.
Chomp! January 6, 2009
Henry’s first tooth came in today. Hooray! We’re so proud of our little buddy, he’s growing up so fast. 😦
The Five Month Miracle January 4, 2009
Something magical and quite unexpected has come over our little home. I didn’t see it coming, but I should have known something grand was in my future. I’ve found that after taking Henry on a trip , where he’s faced with unfamiliar sounds and smells and sights, he comes home a little more mature. He can handle the day to day stresses of growing up with newfound ease.
After returning home from a five day trip to Massachusetts, Henry is much more willing to accept that sleep is normal, and it feels good. I’ve been able to put him down for naps and he sleeps for two or three hours at a time. Even though he’s still waking two, sometimes three times a night, I can lay him down at bed time while he’s still awake and he’ll fall asleep all by himself. He even soothed himself back to sleep after an abrupt awakening at 2am last night.
I’m so proud of my boy. I know he’s having some rough times because of those little teeth coming in, but he’s handling it so well.
Lies December 28, 2008
Whoever said babies sleep better once they start solids was full of crap.
Christmas Cheer = Family, Friends and FOOD! December 26, 2008
We had ham, and Hammy had sweet potatoes. Yum! It was his first official big boy meal and did he ever love it! He probably would have eaten a six pack of sweet potatoes if baby food was packaged that way. Check him out!
It Was Fun While it Lasted December 24, 2008
After a couple weeks of well rested joy, my baby has turned into a screaming, not sleeping, food spitting troll. Where did my easy days go? For a good stretch he was only waking up at night once or twice. Now we’re back to three or four times. I suppose this will remedy itself once he can roll over. It seems that part of the time all I have to do is roll him into a new position and he’s right back to sleep.
And after having some awesome naps last week, the kind where he woud lay down in his crib, fall asleep on his own, and stay asleep for a couple hours, we are back to catnaps that last maybe 40 minutes if I’m lucky. The past few days he’s been resistant to taking an afternoon nap at all which means all hell breaks loose around 5pm each night.
I’ve been mixing his morning cereal with formula and a little banana to make it taste good, but he hasn’t been fooled. He hates the taste of the formula even if it is disguised as solid food. Today he learned that if he coughs with a full mouth of food it will evacuate his mouth at a high rate of speed. Which is his ultimate goal. I’m just so afraid that with the introduction of solids, my milk will slow down and I’ll have to give him formula. Which will incite a riot. He’s been crying for the last hour and a half because I haven’t given him a boob, I don’t know how much of this drama I can take, you know? And it’s not just crying, it’s full body rage. He won’t play with his toys and won’t watch his movie. How will I ever wean him?
I wish he would sleep and eat like a normal person.
I need coffee.