Happy (almost) Birthday Noella!
We celebrated Noella's birthday with a small party on Thursday. It was fairly simple (pizza- aka "pit-sey"- salad, and cookies) and very fun. I have some cute pictures that blogger is not letting me upload to the website, so you can imagine Noella's angelic and sauce smeared face until the application decides to work again. The official day is the 23rd, so there will be another celebration soon.
I submitted the last of my grades for the semester on Friday afternoon, and am enjoying a few deep breaths before diving back into work for the next semester. I have even watched two entire movies this weekend, and only checked my email about twice a day. Strange.
I always get nervous to see emails from students after I post their grades, generally expecting messages that read "Hey %#*@&, why the *&^# didn't I get an A?" I was so genuinely pleased to open the emails (at least so far) and read messages along the lines of "Thanks and have a nice break!" I'll take messages like that any day!
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Mutiny
In the 20 minutes that it took to leave our house, get Mariel from ballet class, and return home, the dogs managed to wreak havoc on our home. They have been so well behaved for the past few months that now I can only think that they have been biding their time and plotting.
First, I spotted the plastic bag of (cloth) dirty diapers from Noella's day at daycare. They actually shredded a CLOTH diaper to get at the... well... you can probably guess. Given Marley's love for poopsicles this time of year, I can only guess that it was her. Next, the tupperware that had been on the kitchen countertop that had also contained the remnants of spaghetti sauce was found in the dining room. It no longer had any sauce inside, but at least they also seem to have cleaned off the floor. Then Mariel found a container of white-out on the floor from my work bag which I had brought home- and the bag was still on the bench where I had carefully placed it. The tupperware from my lunch that had also been in said bag was nowhere to be found, and despite very LOUD threats to the dogs (apologies to the neighbors) neither of them would tell me where it was. Eventually I found it, with half of the lid chewed off, under the ottoman. The dogs have not moved from their beds in an hour, and Hudson is still shaking. I don't feel sorry for them at all.
The human girls also seem to have been plotting, although it is a much less malicious plot. For reference, see my post from last week about their recent love of vegetables.
Today, they both decided at dinner that they no longer like:
green beans
carrots
broccoli
shrimp
and linguine.
This made my dinner of shrimp and veggie pasta a remarkably unsuccessful venture.
In the 20 minutes that it took to leave our house, get Mariel from ballet class, and return home, the dogs managed to wreak havoc on our home. They have been so well behaved for the past few months that now I can only think that they have been biding their time and plotting.
First, I spotted the plastic bag of (cloth) dirty diapers from Noella's day at daycare. They actually shredded a CLOTH diaper to get at the... well... you can probably guess. Given Marley's love for poopsicles this time of year, I can only guess that it was her. Next, the tupperware that had been on the kitchen countertop that had also contained the remnants of spaghetti sauce was found in the dining room. It no longer had any sauce inside, but at least they also seem to have cleaned off the floor. Then Mariel found a container of white-out on the floor from my work bag which I had brought home- and the bag was still on the bench where I had carefully placed it. The tupperware from my lunch that had also been in said bag was nowhere to be found, and despite very LOUD threats to the dogs (apologies to the neighbors) neither of them would tell me where it was. Eventually I found it, with half of the lid chewed off, under the ottoman. The dogs have not moved from their beds in an hour, and Hudson is still shaking. I don't feel sorry for them at all.
The human girls also seem to have been plotting, although it is a much less malicious plot. For reference, see my post from last week about their recent love of vegetables.
Today, they both decided at dinner that they no longer like:
green beans
carrots
broccoli
shrimp
and linguine.
This made my dinner of shrimp and veggie pasta a remarkably unsuccessful venture.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Friday, December 03, 2010
Quick thoughts on food
Our diets have taken a strange turn in the past few weeks.
I, for one, would prefer to eat nothing but meat and fatty food. I think about bacon constantly. For lunch today, I ordered and devoured my very first double bacon cheeseburger ever. Not only did I eat it faster that you would believe possible, but I almost immediately wished that I had another one. I exercised an immense amount of willpower and did not get a second burger. I went home and ate tortilla chips dipped in sour cream instead.
At the same time, the girls are fixated on vegetables. Broccoli, green beans, you name it. I never in my life would have imagined a parent actually saying to a child at the dinner table: "If you want more broccoli, you have to eat some of your steak." This happens, with some variation (with green beans and chicken, for example) several times a week. Maybe there is some sort of nutritive osmosis at work here, and the kids and I just have to balance out between the three of us somehow.
Our diets have taken a strange turn in the past few weeks.
I, for one, would prefer to eat nothing but meat and fatty food. I think about bacon constantly. For lunch today, I ordered and devoured my very first double bacon cheeseburger ever. Not only did I eat it faster that you would believe possible, but I almost immediately wished that I had another one. I exercised an immense amount of willpower and did not get a second burger. I went home and ate tortilla chips dipped in sour cream instead.
At the same time, the girls are fixated on vegetables. Broccoli, green beans, you name it. I never in my life would have imagined a parent actually saying to a child at the dinner table: "If you want more broccoli, you have to eat some of your steak." This happens, with some variation (with green beans and chicken, for example) several times a week. Maybe there is some sort of nutritive osmosis at work here, and the kids and I just have to balance out between the three of us somehow.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Follow up...
Just wanted to share that, amazingly, the whole Christmas card promotion things really worked. And you can expect a really snazzy card in the mail- I just ordered them.
I am always suspicious of these sorts of promotions, because I have nagging doubts that they are just some bizarre scam or joke, like those emails that ask you to forward to 12 people OR SOMETHING HORRIBLE WILL HAPPEN TO YOU. Really, it doesn't. So, in this case, something good actually came out of it. And I am pretty pleased. And you will be too, when you see the girls' smiling faces.
Of course, all of this supposes that I have the energy to address the cards and buy stamps and mail them out. This has to fit into my very challenging requirement of sleeping as much as possible. The past two days after a week off for Thanksgiving break have been hard. I mean, how am I expected to function on less than 10 hours of sleep? Seriously?
Just wanted to share that, amazingly, the whole Christmas card promotion things really worked. And you can expect a really snazzy card in the mail- I just ordered them.
I am always suspicious of these sorts of promotions, because I have nagging doubts that they are just some bizarre scam or joke, like those emails that ask you to forward to 12 people OR SOMETHING HORRIBLE WILL HAPPEN TO YOU. Really, it doesn't. So, in this case, something good actually came out of it. And I am pretty pleased. And you will be too, when you see the girls' smiling faces.
Of course, all of this supposes that I have the energy to address the cards and buy stamps and mail them out. This has to fit into my very challenging requirement of sleeping as much as possible. The past two days after a week off for Thanksgiving break have been hard. I mean, how am I expected to function on less than 10 hours of sleep? Seriously?
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