25 posts tagged “the mister”

The mister is so sweet.  I suggested that we need to video our boys in order to preserve the cuteness.  He got us this.  In black.  It's so cute and tiny.  Just perfect for our purposes.  Thanks, baby.

It's been a strange day.  Nothing really weird has happened.  It's just a little off.

I heard People Are Strange on the radio today and I realized how much I missed it.

People Are Strange

Took Moonpie to the dr this morning for his 2 month well-check.  He's 14 pounds!!!  He's 23 inches.  He's huge.  Doing great.  They gave him a round of shots though, that's not so great.  After, we couldn't go home right away because people were working at the house and so we walked around Barnes and Noble for an hour or so.  I finally bought The Omnivore's Dilemma, which my good friend M had recommended to me months ago.  I read 8 pages so far.  So far, so good.  I'm already impressed and depressed by what he's saying. 

The Omnivore's Dilemma: A Natural History of Four Meals

And Moonpie is not himself exactly because he got those shots.  He was really good at the pediatrician though.  Good baby.  I think that his little thighs are hurting him now and so it makes him cranky.  He's sleeping a lot, albeit restlessly, and not eating as much this afternoon.  The not eating part messes up my boobs.  Hard to stay balanced.

Both of my parents have called today.  I talked to my mom but my dad just left a message because I didn't have the phone by me and Moonpie was screaming in my face. 

M called today but, again, he was screaming and I didn't get to answer.  I want to call her back now but I don't dare take the chance since I think he's going to wake up again any minute.  I do want to talk with her though.  I miss her.

I started reading a co-authored paper that I'm trying to contribute to with my friends/colleagues A and C.  I'm on page 7 I think.  It's good so far.  I'm trying to be helpful.  They've done the real work so far.  I'm taking a break because Moonpie keeps making big wild animal noises in his sleep and I keep having to get up and down to check on him and so I'm not concentrating well on what I'm reading.  So I gave up for the minute.  Gotta go get Monkey from daycare soon anyway.  I should be able to power through tomorrow and finish it up.

I started reading Blue Angel the other night.  I'm about 30 pages into it.  It's good so far.  The mister read it a while back and suggested it to me.  Said I would like it.  It's about academics in a small VT college.  Very cynical.  I think I know why he liked it so much.  

Blue Angel: A Novel (P.S.)

We finally got a fence installed around our house.  We've wanted to put one up between us and our drunk-guy neighbor since we moved in seven years ago (amazing, seven years?).  We finally did it.  And now that we have kids we thought it was important to fence-in the front yard too since our entire back yard is filled up with pool.  So here you have it...a white picket fence.  We're living the dream, baby.  I like to say that the compound is nearly complete but the mister says that it's not complete without ATF agents surrounding us.  Let's pray it never comes to that!

I don't know exactly what makes us a magnet for strange people and experiences.  It's been happening ever since the mister and I have been together.  He seems to have a whole menagerie of strange people in his back pocket.  But together we seem to bring them out as well.  Anyway, on July 3, our yard guy, who is not a particularly good yard guy, rang the doorbell at 9:15 at night to ask if he and his wife and son could come over on the 4th to swim in our pool.  I thought for sure he was here to ask for money since he had been working in the yard a lot the day before.  Nope, turns out that he just wanted to have a happy fourth of July hanging out at our house with us, the kids, and my mom.  He speaks some English, although he's difficult to understand, and we can't understand his Spanish, even though we both know and speak enough that we should be able to communicate with him pretty well.  His wife speaks no English.  On the 4th he called right at 12:30, just as our kids went down for naps, to see if he could come over then.  Bad timing.  The mister told them so. 

Anyway, we try to be nice to them.  I've given them a bunch of baby stuff that the monkey used.  But we're not actually friends.  We can be friendly, but we're not friends. 

On the one hand it's nice that they felt comfortable asking, but on the other hand, it was really strange that they asked.  And it would have been a really, really awkward encounter had they actually come over to swim.

Things are going just fine here in babyland.  It's not that it's easier the second time per se, it's that it's not as shocking I think.  I'm getting some more sleep this time around.  He is eating well and often.  The most difficult thing I can report about the moonpie baby is that he wants me to hold him all the time and that he fights going to sleep.  Neither of those things are major sins for a 3 week old baby.  So sweet. 

moonpie sleeping

And big brother is doing well with the new baby.  He's moody with all the grownups but pretty happy to kiss the baby and touch his toes and eyes.  He's not overly concerned with the new little one, but when he does pay attention to him, the monkey is very sweet.  And he and the mister have been spending a lot of time in the pool in the afternoons.  I have a couple more weeks before I'm allowed to join them.  So cute.  I can't wait.

monkey and daddy in the pool

Mom's here!  She arrived last night.  She's about a week ahead of the baby.  Baby should be here between the 12th and the 14th at some point.  Could be exciting if it is the 13th because that's the Mister's birthday as well.  And Mother's Day I believe.  If he doesn't come before the 14th on his own, I'm being induced that morning at 9 am.   I'm hoping to avoid that.  As big as my belly is he's not really dropped yet and so he's got some moving to do. 

I've got to finish up 3-4 main things at work this week.  And then that's it for a while. 

Mom's got to get me organized here at home.  We've got to go through baby clothes and figure out what we've got and if there's anything we need.  We've also got to figure out how to keep all these baby clothes straight.  I doubt there's really anything to buy at this point (I bought a pack of newborn diapers already), it's just about getting everything figured out and ready for him.

Monkey is amazing and completely OBSESSED with the mister.  Just insanely attached to him.  Poor Da Da can't do anything without the monkey either following him around or telling him what to do.  Obsessed, I tell you.  I am often chopped liver and the mister is the only one who will do.  Not a bad thing, but pretty intense for the mister. 

So we're about 10 days out now.  Can't wait!

For the past four or five nights the monkey has gone to bed really easily and has been sleeping through the night.  (I hope I'm not jinxing us.)  The mister started something with the monkey that is just so sweet and I think that it's the reason for the calmness at bedtime.  Every night now we're sitting on the couch in the near darkness with the windows open listening to the various evening noises.  Crickets, dogs barking, fire trucks, planes, the wind through the palm trees out back.  And the monkey just calms down and listens and talks and hugs.  It is so sweet.  After about 15 minutes we say, Okay, time for night night.  And he says, Yea, okay.  And then he either walks with us or gets picked up and put in his crib in his room.  And that's it.  Totally calm, totally sweet.  I could just eat him.  And I credit the mister with this new sweet ritual.  Nice job, Da Da.

This weekend the mister, monkey, and myself went to Old Navy to get both the mister and the monkey some shorts.  A very excitable guy checked us out.  He was talking a lot while he was doing it and making lots of cutesie chit chat.  The mister paid.  We left the store and started walking (me waddling) our way down the mall.  The mister felt that the total was a little higher than expected and started reading the receipt.  We "pulled over" to the side of the mall.  In the bag were two shorts for the mister, three for the monkey.  On the receipt there were three for the mister, three for the monkey.  So we went back in and said that we got over charged by one pair of shorts.  The guy said no problem and went through the rigmarole of  the return/refund to our credit card.  Taken care of.  Not that big of a deal.  (But still good that the mister caught it since it was a $30 overcharge.)

We're walking down the mall again after this little episode.  I say to the mister, I guess he must have just rung one pair up twice.  The mister looks at me and says, Do you want to know what I think happened?  I say, Yes.  He says, I think that there is a computer program in the Old Navy system that randomly overcharges customers knowing that they won't notice on the receipt.  I say, I love you. 

He is crazy.  This is why I love him. 

The mister brought home some calla lilies for me two weeks ago and they're still going strong.  How did he know that I love calla lilies--and purple!

The latest book edited by one of my favorite authors of all time.  True, I'm biased, but I'm really impressed so far.  I've been really enjoying it even though I wouldn't usually pick up crime fiction of any kind.  Check it out!

Las Vegas Noir (Akashic Noir)