tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283111922012-01-27T01:26:35.827-08:00Today is better than yesterday, and tomorrow still has potential.karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.comBlogger2741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-24141648515128893782009-11-04T23:04:00.001-08:002009-11-04T23:04:21.373-08:00

12:02 It's my dad's birthday today! <3 =) #Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter

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02:47 Happy Dia de los Muertos! And yay for an extra hour of sleep! #Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter

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10:34 YAY! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! #Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter

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15:53 It's my mom's birthday today! <3 =) #Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter

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23:06 OMG it's too darn cold! #Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter

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10:15 YES! OCTOBER FIRST! Only 30 more daaays~ #Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter

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00:00 The weather is so cray cray. It's hot when it's supposed to be a bit cooler. # 16:53 I LOVE Top Cat; it's WAY better than most cartoons these days. #Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter

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10:53 Requiescat en Pace, Mr. Swayze. <3 #Automatically shipped by LoudTwitter

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ON a multiple choice test: "Mrs. Whole Nother Day? Can you help me? I know the right answer, I just don't which of these it is."About scheduling presentations randomly (so that everyone has to be there every day): "But Friday is Seniors' last day, what if we don't want to present that day, and we want to go the day before?" "Well, the rest of us have to be here two weeks past that date, so

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-71142173096265433192009-04-18T07:43:00.001-07:002009-04-18T07:43:17.232-07:00

InstructionsOriginally uploaded by karijeanThere's always a question of how many notes do you give a babysitter? Exactly how anal-retentive and nervous do you want to seem? The question gets doubled when you have a friend--who hasn't really babysat in probably two decades--babysitting. I do think, however, next time we might do better than a post-it note.

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-27800932161194728312009-03-28T21:56:00.000-07:002009-03-28T22:04:37.284-07:00

about walking first versus talking first?First Steps from Kari on Vimeo.So, today we were packing to go to visit Howie's other grandparents, the ones on the farm. I'm anticipating a big week for him, meeting new family he's never met. I'm also anticipating a week with no internet. But in other news, it's spring break! And it certainly didn't come a week too soon! Time is counting down on my

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-45061978569646702242009-03-19T08:00:00.000-07:002009-03-19T08:02:08.808-07:00

Things are busy here. Gone are the days where you can just plop the little man in a bouncy chair and gurgle at him.They say that babies either walk or talk first... and I know where Howie's placed his money.Stairs from Kari Hay on Vimeo.It involves a lot of following him around like his personal valet.

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-1426559105050200302009-03-08T23:19:00.000-07:002009-03-08T23:22:23.734-07:00

This past week. I tell you. How did your week go? That bad? Here's how to tell if your week was as bad as my week.Wednesday, I was standing in front of my class of 32 sophomores when I felt something on my foot. I looked down.It was my skirt. Around my ankles. NOT, as it were, around my waist, where--I'm told--skirts normally reside, in the everyday working of things.Did you find out that

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-77364926409755456052009-02-14T19:44:00.000-08:002009-02-14T19:46:19.512-08:00

Just popping in to say, Howie's got a valentine to share with y'all.Start here. My you have a companion for whatever sort of trouble you want to get into.

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-9429696041632772102009-01-12T15:29:00.001-08:002009-01-12T15:29:30.777-08:00

Car time 2Originally uploaded by karijeanA pause has been taken (obviously) in the blogging while I recharge. In the meantime, vroom! vroom vroom vroom! is a really fun game.

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-19995437646177675562008-12-30T23:40:00.000-08:002008-12-31T09:39:47.960-08:00

New things: tooth, one. Poked through so you can feel it. You won't let us look. But it was kinda how I thought it would be. Andrew poked his finger in, said you had a tooth. I called bullshit, because you hadn't been giving us grief. Andrew 1, me 0. Since then, of course, sleeping is SO 2008, Mother! hair, some. It's getting there. um, locomotion, lots. Inspired, apparently, by your love

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-35112326307256436202008-12-22T12:20:00.001-08:002008-12-22T12:20:41.695-08:00

BackyardOriginally uploaded by karijeanLast week, during school, we had some lame-ass Snow Days. THIS is a real snow day. Andrew (of course) still went into work today, but the rest of the city is literally frozen in its tracks. And I don't say "literally" meaning "figuratively". I mean, planes are going nowhere (hence why we're still here--Andrew's family will have to wait to meet Howie),

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-74163405003379898492008-12-20T14:38:00.001-08:002008-12-20T14:44:20.045-08:00

Winter temperatureOriginally uploaded by karijeanIt has not stopped snowing today.The television networks are calling this "Arctic Blast! 2008" and other crazy hyperbole. Wednesday was entirely devoted to live television coverage at various points around the city, which was ridiculous because aside from a brief period Monday morning, the city has been entirely drivable and not even close to

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-16716383473843641252008-12-14T18:45:00.000-08:002008-12-14T18:50:56.016-08:00

Okay, so now I'm as bad as my students. I'm obsessively refreshing the news sites hoping to see my school district. No luck yet.And in the meantime? I haven't done my homework. My excuse though: earlier today, the laptop I'd been using went all blue-screen on me. Looking at a long day indoors, and possibly more than one day, horror filled me. An entire day? Without Scramble????My husband,

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-35102779699358112332008-12-12T12:55:00.000-08:002008-12-12T13:01:34.215-08:00

Dear Mr. and Ms. Weathercaster and the entire Weather.com family of networks,The PNW cannot deal with snow. They cannot deal with the idea of snow. Unless it's safely up a mountain and then they snowboard. But snow? In driveways???? GOOD GOD MAN STOCK UP ON WATER AND HUNKER DOWN!Make those Pacific Northwesterners teenagers and tell them that it might maybe just possibly snow this weekend,

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-43938611549619133252008-12-11T15:30:00.000-08:002008-12-11T15:32:10.045-08:00

Dude! I'm microfamous!I'm in there. Yes, yes, I am Shit Filled Underwear.

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-14415052145618340452008-12-10T20:54:00.001-08:002008-12-10T22:07:20.267-08:00

Dear Howie,It was inevitable, really. Apparently, ear infections run in our family.But you know what, peanut? Our only clue that you were sick? Was the unending river of nasty that ran out of your ear. There was no petulance, no ear-grabbing, no sleepless nights, no refusal to eat, fevers, clinginess, nothing. Your ear just looked like you'd shoved a handful of pear puree in your ear--

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-85158333241737461922008-11-26T22:26:00.000-08:002008-11-26T22:29:23.670-08:00

You know how today has sucked? How, even though it was a "day off", you've done nothing but grade old stats assignments? And how you haven't even made a dent on the quizzes and tests that need to be graded? And you haven't even STARTED entering these grades?Right? This has sucked.DON'T DO THIS TO YOURSELF EVER AGAIN. Asshole. This back up? This overflowing-toilet of homeworkness and

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-38960777643583207012008-11-21T06:15:00.000-08:002008-11-21T06:17:37.105-08:00

It's Friday!No new posts on single-parenting as Andrew is home now (as evidenced by the fact that it's 6:15 and I have time to sit down with coffee and type this). Today is Friday and as such might as well be the weekend, and then next week isn't even a full week of school and isn't life so much better when there's holidays to look forward to?I fell asleep last night at 8:00. Can you tell?

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-60702029081586514082008-11-19T15:40:00.000-08:002008-11-19T15:49:15.873-08:00

We fell asleep again. Which makes sense considering "we" were awake at 4. And "we" wouldn't go back to sleep. So "we" decided to get dressed. Then when "we" were too exhausted to continue getting ready and besides which there was still an hour until daycare was even open, "we" decided to lie down. THEN, of course, "we" fell asleep. And ONE of us stayed asleep when the other suddenly sat up

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-30558183774865920602008-11-18T13:06:00.000-08:002008-11-18T13:27:27.898-08:00

This morning. First of all, hearing baby not-quite-crying-but-sure-getting-ready-to, the sound gets incorporated into my not-quite-asleep-but-sure-trying-to-be head and I think Andrew is in there trying Operation Reinsert Pacifier and I keep wondering what's taking so long. Until, duh, Howie starts crying more and I realize that Andrew hasn't been helping at all. So I go scoop him up and bring

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-78766038975987273712008-11-17T20:59:00.001-08:002008-11-17T21:03:54.988-08:00

It was a success today in that we're both alive, we've both eaten (thank you Emily!), one of us is asleep and the other almost is, and neither of us went naked.That reminds me: just before first period today, one of my students snaps her phone shut and says, "Trista (ed--not her real name) just called, she's out in the parking lot and forgot her shoes. Do you mind if I go get her some shoes from

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-84002490628369480012008-11-16T21:01:00.001-08:002008-11-17T06:09:57.479-08:00

How do you do it?How do single parents do it? My hat off to every single one of them who has managed to bring up a happy, well-adjusted child without (a) devolving into bankruptcy (b) becoming hopelessly addicted to something or (c) running stark naked through the streets. Actually, check that: my hats off to any single parent who managed to bring up a happy, well-adjusted child. Period full

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-54732061839422585072008-11-04T14:09:00.000-08:002008-11-04T14:53:39.259-08:00

Dear Little Man H,I've been composing this letter to you in my head for weeks, but wouldn't you know it? I sit down to write it, and everything flies out of my head. Maybe there's something going on today...Nah. That can't be it.This past month has been the best so far. I realize I only have six of them to choose from in the running for The Best Month Ever, but seriously, I think that this

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-67876388604068070972008-11-03T14:11:00.001-08:002008-11-03T14:24:44.584-08:00

So, I was listening to NPR today this morning in our early-morning-nursing ritual (will that warp little minds?) and as has been traditional for the past twenty-one months, a good portion of it was political. And there were a ton of soundbites of different voters from different regions of the country. Determination, exhiliaration, consternation, all sorts of different emotions from these

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-90957869227705431992008-10-28T17:27:00.000-07:002008-10-29T06:31:16.828-07:00

 This vote feels like none other. I am filled with hope and exciting excitement (...and, dude, I'm still waiting for the Democrats to screw it up because if anyone can, they can, but I'm starting to believe that maybe, truly....)I took pictures of my ballot, y'all. Because now I'm part of history too.I heard this on NPR today, and I think it applies no matter our race, creed or color: Rosa sat,

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-71007942156225285902008-10-27T19:24:00.001-07:002008-10-27T19:24:48.381-07:00

among the pumpkinsOriginally uploaded by karijeanSome days are just perfect.

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-2672401746081783822008-10-26T16:18:00.000-07:002008-10-26T16:29:35.919-07:00

How can I be working part time and still have a five-inch pile of homework and quizzes to grade--a pile I worked on for (essentially) eight hours straight yesterday, and still didn't finish?Apparently I'm still having problems juggling this part time job thing. No big, really, but I always seem to think I can do more than I can in less time than I need. Or something. And I feel like I should

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-72739796644855048712008-10-07T22:54:00.001-07:002008-10-07T22:54:31.277-07:00

Govt. Bailout BlowoutOriginally uploaded by karijeanSo, I'm a flickr gal. I may use picasa to edit my photos, but I don't use their online site--I use flickr. To the endless frustration of my father. (Note to friends--if you want to copy pictures I took of, say, your children? email me through flickr and I'll make you a friend! just be sure to credit me when you do copy it...)Anyway. where

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-82838920133189221702008-09-30T15:32:00.000-07:002008-09-30T15:34:24.999-07:00

Words I'm beyond ready to never hear again:"Battle ground states""Maverick"anything to do with lipstick, pitbulls, hockey moms, or soccer momsAnd can I just say? Whatever else anyone says about a certain lipstick-wearing hockey mom... her voice makes me want to jump out a window.

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-49497310264618043412008-09-29T13:59:00.000-07:002008-09-29T14:25:29.503-07:00

This is weird. It's like we're developing a routine, a pattern. Things happen, and then they happen that way again. And then they happen that way again again. Sometimes it's really good. Like when I go to pick you up in the afternoons and you see me and do a little body wiggle--like your whole body goes stiff, your arms go out, and you'd jump if you could, you know, stand--and the best, best

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-91115900261379185022008-09-19T15:13:00.001-07:002008-09-19T15:17:09.491-07:00

So, I'm thinking of setting up a blog just for the H man. Not to say I wouldn't write about him here if I wanted, but someplace to post a picture that's all, look at me! I'm sitting up!What do you think? Should I do it? If so, do you have any ideas, O internet, for a good name? I keep coming up with cute captions in my head, like "Tasting toes is less fun than I thought it would be"but if

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-36211458464311491122008-09-08T13:25:00.000-07:002008-09-08T13:47:53.116-07:00

I am constantly baffled by teachers who never take work home, who leave right at 2:30, who look far more relaxed than I ever have. Don't get me wrong, I'm still grateful I've changed professions and that I teach now. Days that were endlessly the same, that went into ten and twelve hours, that had me at a desk all day long, they ground me down. And teaching, whatever else there is about it,

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-11470743928227568032008-09-03T21:43:00.000-07:002008-09-03T22:22:50.804-07:00

Yeah, kid, your birthday (is it a birthday if it isn't your annual birthday? can I still call it a birthday? there's nothing inherent in the word "birthday" implying annual celebration, right? so I can call four months from the day you were born your birthday as well, right? but then where would it end? could I celebrate every tuesday as your birthday? Every day at 8:22?)Ahem. Howie, if

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-10173227654414309552008-08-25T22:26:00.000-07:002008-08-25T22:43:05.670-07:00

So, another year is beginning. Things are different, but they're not, and I find myself oddly anxious. I can't quite put my finger on why, though. I mean, I'm going back to work part time (yay!) so you'd think I wouldn't be as anxious, but I am. I can't imagine how stressed I'd be if I weren't part time. Just the thought of being able to finish all my work--to stay caught up in my work this

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-7581650691403147212008-08-17T23:01:00.000-07:002008-08-17T23:15:48.633-07:00

Portland's a funny town. Ninety percent of the people you met have moved here--most aren't "from" Portland. They'll still ask me why we moved here, when our reasons are probably similar to their own.The logical reasons were these: we were in Chicago, but knew we didn't want to live the kind of lives we'd have to live to live the kind of lives we wanted to live. If you know what I mean. We

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-58919863197678500512008-08-14T16:47:00.001-07:002008-08-14T16:56:46.276-07:00

You know what's awesome about being at the end of a parade of eight baby boys?(that reminds me of the joke about the guy who worked shoveling elephant poop in the circus parades*.)Seriously, our local friends and family have had, in the past four years, eight boys. It might be nine before 2009, but the latest couple is waiting to find out. Well, one of them is. The other sneaked a look at the

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-72717542304365969532008-08-13T22:34:00.000-07:002008-08-13T22:49:48.225-07:00

I went to the library last week to check out the "How to Raise a Baby" section. It's pretty freaking big.This was bourne of the fact that Andrew and I are having a disagreement. Specifically, it is about windows and Night Air and how those two elements do (or do not) affect our son.I don't know if you've noticed, but it's summer? And we're having a pretty hot summer here. But the really nice

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-78758859269088196152008-08-08T08:36:00.000-07:002008-08-08T09:10:18.465-07:00

It's been interesting having Andrew's family here. Howie took to his gramma like a fish to water, having long involved conversations with her. It makes me happy, and more excited than I had thought I would be about travelling to see them for Christmas--I'm nervous about everyone staying in the farmhouse, and us with a baby. But seeing his gramma and his grampa with him is worth it.Even better

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-74341429105875760922008-08-06T04:35:00.000-07:002008-08-06T05:15:17.548-07:00

I fell awake an hour and a half ago.Just... I was asleep, then I was awake. And suddenly my brain went all fritzy and it's too hot and my head itches and I can't believe I ate all that ice cream tonight or should it be last night now I mean does this count as today or as tomorrow yet fuck me it's three a.m..So after an hour of that and wasn't that fun I decided to come downstairs and at least

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-51756228508204726982008-08-04T22:06:00.001-07:002008-08-04T22:06:07.727-07:00

DSC_3617Originally uploaded by karijeanThis weekend has been filled with Andrew's family, descending upon us like a plague of... like a wonderful joyful rain of bunnies, I mean. And if anyone asks, yes, four adults and a first-grader are a lot to host, yes. And it also totally changes your cooking style. So in honor of this event, I'd like to give my guide to Being a Good Houseguest:1. Always

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-1401285155122913542008-07-29T15:56:00.000-07:002008-07-29T17:14:14.777-07:00

Dear Howie,So, how does this happen? How are you all of a sudden three months old?It's kind of like I turned around and out of nowhere, now all you want is to talk to everyone, very intensely. I'm trying not to think about it, but our little haven of spending every day together is quickly coming to a close. We've already got your daycare lined up, and the ladies there are extra super duper

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-60201524113122428592008-07-28T22:29:00.000-07:002008-07-29T15:32:05.663-07:00

Today I:Donated clothes to The Arc. Seriously. Andrew filled the trunk of the RAV last night, I dropped it all of this morning. Tons. Of. Clothes. I feel lighter. If only that meant I felt skinnier.Went to the zoo. Met up with four women from school who had also given birth this past year. We had a six month old, a four-and-a-half month old, a three-and-a-half month old, and Howie. Howie

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-59545138671206391962008-07-24T22:44:00.001-07:002008-07-24T23:03:18.208-07:00

When my parents decided to move here (oh, about day eight of visiting their new grandson, when they bought a house) it hit them: they'd have to find a home for my grandmother.When my grandfather passed away in September, we found out how bad things really were. I think Grampa covered for her a lot, when she couldn't remember. And his presence probably comforted her, too. Smoothed out the rough

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GigglesOriginally uploaded by karijeanBeing a mom is SO much better than being pregnant. Heh. I just said "being a mom." I'm a mom.Our days aren't very exciting, and when I step outside myself I worry a little about that. I don't want to be someone who only talks about her baby, but really, that's my day. But like I said, it's only when I step outside myself. Most days? I'm delighted that

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Went to Gartner's today. Today, the day before the Fourth of July, the King of All Grilling Holidays. Maybe the folks hanging out outside should have been my first clue.Inside, I took my number: 14.Then I hear, "Now helping 45. Last call for 45."And they don't count down. It only took about an hour and a half to pick up some pork and beef products.Then I picked up my brother, sister-in-law,

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The cost of health insurance for Howie each moth: $480The cost of health insurance for Howie for April, even though he was only alive for 1.8 days of it: $480.The cost of eight days of maternity leave that were apparently beyond my sick days: $1,900The joy of getting hit with all of these on one paycheck: priceless.Hello, Top Ramen! I've missed you! And Coors Lite--suddenly you look like my

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Eleanor 3Originally uploaded by karijeanThey are all here now. All the grandbabies. So, welcome, Eleanor--last, but certainly not least, to arrive. Your cuteness kind of makes my teeth ache. Also--could you please smile?

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Rock 'n' roll sneerOriginally uploaded by karijeanDear Howie,Okay, this is exhibit A for either "I was cool before I knew it" or "Why my parents need to pay for my therapy", depending on you, I suppose. I don't know what you're going to want to be, see, do and listen to when you grow up. And that mystery is all the fun, isn't it?What I do know about you is this: we honestly like you. Okay,

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See more funny videos at CollegeHumorSuddenly, I feel rhythmless and talentless.

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WalkingOriginally uploaded by karijeanSome days are just... perfect.You wake up and are done sleeping. Your son is done eating a half hour before you need to go--enough time to still get ready, but close enough that you'll be able to enjoy brunch without worrying about when he'll need to eat.You go for a walk with some of your absolutely favoritest people in the world. The walk is not too long,

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DSC_1956Originally uploaded by karijean...are doing much better now. Yay modern medicine!So, a short excerpt of a conversation."It's so cool. You were a baby store before, and now you're like a convenience store.""Um. What?""You know, like, before you, y'know, made babies. Now you're where the baby goes to get food.""I'm a convenience store.""Did I say that? I didn't say that."

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and she knows me pretty well too, because she sent me the link to this:

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The first really nice weekend--seriously, storybook gorgeous, slight breeze, no clouds--and I'm running a fever. At last measure (about 45 minutes ago) my temperature is up to 102.2. My whole body aches like it's been used for batting practice. Muscles I haven't used in a year hurt like I had an intense workout. My toes ache.This is how I feelOriginally uploaded by karijeanYay, mastitis!So

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SignOriginally uploaded by karijeanWe went on a walk tonight. I wanted to experiment with taking pictures of something other than le bebe. Ah, what fodder I can find.When they say "transitional neighborhood" this is what they mean.

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...I meet the painter at the kitchen door, wet spots down the front of my shirt absolutely impossible to hide. And I don't care.It's freeing, really.

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I was working on a long rant rant rant about breastfeeding (hey, there's a new idea!) but frankly, it IS getting better, so it's more a rant in retrospective a.k.a. "Why did no one warn me it'd hurt like a roach clip on my nipples?" (don't worry mom, I don't ACTUALLY know what a roach clip is... ahem) But again, it's hurting less like a roach clip and more like, oh, a mild electrode. We take the

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SinkOriginally uploaded by karijeanRemember that OTHER project we were working on? I know, the peanut is slightly distracting, but if you recall, I in a fit of NESTING TIMES A MILLION decided it was SUPER SMART to gut one's kitchen six weeks before one gives birth?Shocking absolutely no one, the project--which was SUPPOSED to be done before Howie entered this world--ran over. By like three

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0511081047.jpgOriginally uploaded by karijeanYeah, it was a while ago, so what?Mother's Day has been hard. For years. No one who hasn't had problems getting pregnant can adequately understand the sort of visceral pain that Mother's Day can be. Wait, that's a lot of negatives. Suffice it to say, I can try to describe to you what the dread is like, leading up to it, what the ads on TV, the

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I want to blog about something non-Howie, merely to show I can. Instead, my days (and nights) are filled with the sounds and images of the little man. Don't let anyone tell you different--staying at home with the kid is a test of your willpower (will I get anything at all done today?) and your sanity (will I talk to anyone who answers back?). And yet, given the opportunity to be separated from

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The bath: the aftermathOriginally uploaded by karijeanWe gave Howie his first bath. He didn't hate it (he hates dirty diapers a whole lot more--and I can't say I disagree with him) but he did have a "what the hell?" look on his face for most of it. Which was pretty funny in and of itself.What he doesn't know yet is that his grandparents just bought a house. Fifteen blocks from here. They came

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You know what else? Breastfeeding makes me feel myself up a lot more often."Does Howie need to eat yet? Let me check... mmm... no, probably not. Let's check back in about half an hour, 'kay?"

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It used to be I couldn't see my feet because of my belly. Now I can't see them because of my boobs.This whole breastfeeding thing? It apparently doesn't come naturally to me. Why this should be a surprise when I could neither get pregnant nor give birth without modern medicine, I don't know. But there it is. That's my big struggle right now. It's not the milk production. Trust me, that is

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Huh. This has been a bit of a crazy week.I've been trying to think of what to write. And there have been little things that would have been great to write about if I'd had a computer on hand and two hands to type with at that time, but I didn't or couldn't or chose to sleep instead and now they're gone into the ether of sleep deprivation. At the end of our stay at the hospital--on Thursday--a

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So... yeah.It took 52 minutes, from walking into the OR--yes, I walked my own self into the OR--to hearing a wee little cry, and everything changed. Howie is in the house, y'all!I haven't slept for more than about an hour and a half since 5 yesterday morning, and I'm currently waiting for my next dose of dilaudid so you'll have to excuse my sort of jagged piecing together of events. We went

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Last night we went to a movie. An only okay movie ("21", a movie that was a good idea, but the middle goes on foreeeeeeeever), but it was a movie and we had soda and popcorn and Milk Duds. I was sitting near the exit waiting for Andrew to go get the car (priveleges of swollen ankles) when a dude dressed like Jimi Hendrix (of course!) walks by. "Any day now?" he asks me as he walks by.I

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Wanna see the changes I've lived through--with respect to the kitchen, anyway?There's a slideshow of pictures taken from the same viewpoint. Look for big changes in the next week. It'll be Andrew's job to take the pictures, but they may not get uploaded to Flickr until... well... I think we're kinda busy next week.Again, I stress that it seemed like a good idea at the time.

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 Can y'all imagine how hard it is to be nesty when... well... your dining room looks like this????Maternity leave continues apace. It's much less relaxing than you might imagine if you have to leave your house because they're sanding drywall. But fortunately, I have good friends who let me nap on their couch. I set myself one or two goals per day--like, "Buy diapers" or "Find nursing bras that

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Yee ha! So, I have a sub. A sub who, as it turns out, is going to the same baby doctor clinic we went to.

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I might, on occasion, have a wee little freak out.Maybe.Here's what Andrew's done when, perhaps, I might have started crying, and maybe saying something like, "But you're not listening to me. I don't like it when you don't listen to me."He leads me over to a chair, and tucks me up in a quilt (that Nicole made), and then he brings me these:and then he leaves the room to get me a drink.

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I've been planning on starting my maternity leave at the end of this week. At first, it was just a little gift to myself, based on my friends lamentations wishing they'd been able to take more time off before.Now, though, it's become necessity. A day of teaching immobilizes me for the rest of the day--my back and pelvis feel like they are being ripped with every move. Getting up to pee, lying

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So... I'm in the 95th percentile for babies' sizes. At 36 weeks. At my "Holy crap you're huge!" ultrasound appointment last week, they estimated my baby's weight at 7 and a half pounds.Gain half a pound a week...carry the one...this is one big bowling ball that's rumblin' around in there.So everyone who's telling me how freaking huge I am? GOT IT. Can we all just move on?But the award for

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At my baby shower yesterday (with some very cool women... I'm so grateful to my friends!) someone asked me, "What--besides, well, a baby--are you most looking forward to?"And admittedly it wasn't hard to come up with a few things. Walking without pain? That. Yeah. Wearing shoes that don't slip on? And maybe burning the three pairs of shoes I've been wearing since Christmas? That.

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 What is weird about these directions?

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KitchMA2 Originally uploaded by karijean This is your kitchen on drugs. Or rather, without cabinets, countertop, or chair rail. And in some cases, plaster.

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Up close Originally uploaded by karijean So, my sister has moved here.Having her as a house guest while she does things like make sure her apartment has heat has been the easiest and funnest thing ever. First of all, she does dishes, which, let's be honest, don't get done that often around here. Second, she brings the most awesome toy with her. He's about two feet tall and has the

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Things a pregnant woman might like to hear even if she is fairly certain it's a lie:"No, let me get that for you." (as said by a random parent)"You look like you do 'being pregnant' well." (as said by the nine-fingered [female] security guard at school)"Wow, you look like you've gained hardly any weight! I can't believe those pants still fit you so well." (as said by Em)"From the back, you

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Basement door-no-more Originally uploaded by karijean Okay, only a mild freak-out yesterday. Today sucked, but I got through it. I only had to stay til 4:30. I was able to meet with my sister's new landlord today. And as a further sign that Portland is the smallest big city--or the biggest small town--you've ever seen, I've met him before. In fact, five years ago, I interviewed with

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I can't do it. I am letting everyone down. 150 students, other teachers, everyone. I can't do this. I spend every single day--EVERY SINGLE DAY--with too much to do and not enough time or energy to do it. Everything is clawing for my time and attention and I can't get it done. By the end of the day, I hurt--I HURT--and all I want is to go home and put on pajama pants and put my feet up to

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Five weeks. That's the number of weeks from tomorrow until I start my maternity leave.Maternity leave.Heh.I still can't believe it. Did we really make it this far? Really?I still pinch myself regularly and maybe giggle to myself a wee bit. There's this teeny tiny thing that'll be part of our life in, like, oh, a month. It's hard not to feel his kicks and rolls and nuzzles against my belly as

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Apartment hunting is totally way more funner when (a) landlords call you back right away, I mean, like, RIGHT AWAY, (b) you have more than one choice of apartment/house in your stated budget (c) the budget you're working with isn't your money but someone else's and (d) that someone else is totally used to renting in a crazy-expensive urban setting where they could get half the apartment for twice

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Grin Originally uploaded by karijean Don't pout CNIU (cutest nephew in the universe!)! Your mama got a job! and you'll be back out here soon!WOOO HOOO!

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So. Um. What should one do if one were six weeks from welcoming a new, helpless and probably kind of needy new family member?Start a kitchen remodel, of course!Um. Can't go back now!

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Pout Originally uploaded by karijean They were here for a three days. And I loved it. I took about a thousand pictures of The Cutest Nephew In the Universe, culled it down to 272 for saving on my computer, and culled further, oh the culling! to flickr. And Lee and I stayed up way too late (like, till TEN!) watching trashy reality TV and didn't even GET to the Top Chef! And it was like

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Um, Ms. Whole Nother Day, I don't think I want to take this test.Well, uh... who ever wants to take a test, doll?But Ms. Day, I'm not ready!I'm really sorry to hear that. But I've been talking about the test all week.But Ms. Day, I'm not caught up on the homework--I haven't done any of it.Pause. Deep breaths.. Well, now, that I can't help you with. That was a choice you made.I was absent!Two

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ARG. I hate this time of year, and it comes twice a year. I always always dread it. I spend days obsessing about the terrible things parents are about to accuse me of. (of which they're about to accuse me?)And it's not the parents (mostly) that turns out to be the horrible part. It's the long ass long ass long ass day, the talk talk talk for three hours straight, the having to shift gears

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A coworker calls it "anal glaucoma." As in, "I just don't see my ass at work tomorrow."I called in sick. And I'm not. Sick, I mean. I'm going to sleep in tomorrow. I'm so bad!

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A little nod to my midwestern friends... Originally uploaded by karijean I'm getting more and more nervous about how long the rain will last, once it resumes because this weekend was gor-or-or-orgeous.

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DSC_0033 Originally uploaded by karijean In one week, my friends have gotten the all-clear on cancer, and two days later welcomed a new family member who is, despite the scariness at the time, healthy, strong, and sweet. That's what you call a miracle week. Henry John is home from NICU now, and clearly okay with that.

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-82552774585144236352008-03-01T21:42:00.000-08:002008-03-01T21:46:26.127-08:00

I got hit on the other day. In the car. He asked for my phone number.Like, at a stoplight? No, on the freeway. Well, he didn't ask for my phone number so much as hold his hand up to his ear like he was pretending to talk on the phone, and waggle his eyebrows. I think of that as asking for my phone number....Or he was being held at gunpoint and he was asking you to call the cops.I prefer to

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-41332515201752600832008-02-28T19:28:00.000-08:002008-02-28T19:44:25.872-08:00

Today has been a rough day.Warning: TMI may follow.Don't get me wrong--every day I'm pregnant has been miraculous and shiny and angels regularly fly out of my butt to sprinkle me with starshine and licorice. Yay, pregnant. We wanted to be here so bad, we cried so often about not being here, so we are really happy dammit to be here dammit yes happy!But in the meantime, between angel-rectal

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-10980307851136691852008-02-27T21:02:00.000-08:002008-02-27T21:13:57.605-08:00

So, our boys team reached state. Which, of course, necessitated a whole school assembly with much cheering and hooting and light show and band shenanigans. Oh, and! You could get excused from school today to go watch the team play! At 10:30 a.m.! Because clearly, they are students first and athletes second! And how better to show these athletes that! First, by scheduling the game at 10:30

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-74195920220883476512008-02-24T21:43:00.001-08:002008-02-24T21:50:48.625-08:00

Look, it's just like that movie we watched.What movie?You know, the one with the girl from Poltergeist.The girl from Poltergeist?No, wait. The girl from the alien movie.Sigorney Weaver?No, the little girl.ET? Drew Barrymore?Yeah! Where she takes the old man to the Oscars!Where she...? WHAT? No. We've never seen a movie like that.Oh, oh, I'll wait. I'll wait until you remember it and then

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-32984575958851203842008-02-23T16:54:00.001-08:002008-02-23T18:43:52.070-08:00

Gutter bird Originally uploaded by karijean Updated pics on Flickr, yo. A few are marked private, for friends and family only, so if you are one of those two groups and I haven't marked you as friend or family, drop me a note and I'll fix that.In this Flickr update--I got a brand spankin' new camera for my birthday and it is sweet. So I'm just taking pictures of, y'know, stuff. And the

karihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01653220897782722911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28311192.post-76388255301415527282008-02-19T18:31:00.000-08:002008-02-19T18:39:45.231-08:00

Him: So... how'd your doc's appointment go, babe?Me: Oh, it was good. It was good.Set your date yet? Next time, next appointment.How about your blood tests?Oh! Yeah, so you remember how tired I've been? And I started taking the iron supplements? Even with the supplements and my prenatals, I had an iron level of 34.2. Apparently, 34 is the borderline of anemic. So, you know, no wonder I

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