1. No unsolicited advice, please. Do I even need to say that? It's rude- don't do it.
2. Don't assume I'm a complete f-ing moron. Or I'll kick your a$$.
3. Is it wrong of me to think that it's rude to throw a kid's birthday party a month early, because the family is moving away? It seems like an attempt to get as many presents as possible before moving to a place where they don't know anyone. If you really want to get everyone together one last time, just throw a friggin farewell party. Don't try to trick us and disguise it as your kid's birthday party, because I can see through that. You don't really care about seeing people again- you just want free stuff for your kid.
4. If my car gets another ding or dent or chip in the paint at the commissary parking lot, I will scream at the top of my lungs. Seriously, how does this happen when I park as far away from the entrance as possible???
5. Can someone please invent the Toddler Roomba?? I would love to have one just follow LB around, sucking up all the destruction the kid leaves behind.
6. Since North Korea has the maturity of a tween and has been making increasing threats against the US, I wish OPSEC was followed a little more closely. It's not just about one family, it's about all of them. If you're a sub wife, read Blind Man's Bluff... then imagine our enemies doing the same thing... then try telling me that disclosing the boat's schedule on Facebook is a good idea. Go ahead, try. I will probably punch you in the face.
7. There seems to be a lot more death this year than any other year, with people I know and celebrities. It's getting depressing to hear about how many people are passing away. I hope this streak ends soon.
8. Dinner tonight will be a brownie sundae. Screw nutrition.
9. Just one day and my house is a disater.
6/22/09
Happy Father's Day
LB doesn't really know what today is. He has no idea what Father's Day means, or even where Daddy is. So I will tell you why I love Hubby as a dad, from my point of view...
1. He is so in love with LB, despite getting peed on, pooped on, and spit up on.
2. He makes so many sacrifices to better our life together as a family.
3. He has changed diapers, given baths, and fed LB bottles, even after working a 16 hour day.
4. He gets excited about new things LB can do.
5. He loves spending time with LB, even when we just chill out at home.
6. He thinks about LB when they are not together, and tapes up pictures of him on the boat instead of naked ladies.
7. He took care of LB for a week while I was laid up in bed after he was born.
We love you Daddy/Hubby!!!
1. He is so in love with LB, despite getting peed on, pooped on, and spit up on.
2. He makes so many sacrifices to better our life together as a family.
3. He has changed diapers, given baths, and fed LB bottles, even after working a 16 hour day.
4. He gets excited about new things LB can do.
5. He loves spending time with LB, even when we just chill out at home.
6. He thinks about LB when they are not together, and tapes up pictures of him on the boat instead of naked ladies.
7. He took care of LB for a week while I was laid up in bed after he was born.
We love you Daddy/Hubby!!!
6/21/09
Warped sense of reality
I am definitely not living a normal life right now. Sometimes I catch myself thinking the strangest things.
For example, just the other day, I was watching this show on tv (probably MTV or something), and I thought how abnormal these girls looked with super-flat stomachs. I actually have become so used to being gigantic and pregnant all the friggin time that it looks weird to me to see girls with flat bellies.
And when I daydream about our future house, I can't escape the renter's mentality. It's nearly impossible to talk myself into making permanent changes to our hypothetical house, like drilling holes or painting, because I'm always thinking, we're so gonna get charged for this. Which is stupid, because when we own a home, who the hell would be charging us?
It's been about five months since Hubby deployed, and even though I miss him, it doesn't seem like it's been so long. The average person doesn't usually go five months without seeing their significant other. Looking at a six month deployment as "not so bad" isn't normal at all.
I guess my version of typical is just really atypical.
For example, just the other day, I was watching this show on tv (probably MTV or something), and I thought how abnormal these girls looked with super-flat stomachs. I actually have become so used to being gigantic and pregnant all the friggin time that it looks weird to me to see girls with flat bellies.
And when I daydream about our future house, I can't escape the renter's mentality. It's nearly impossible to talk myself into making permanent changes to our hypothetical house, like drilling holes or painting, because I'm always thinking, we're so gonna get charged for this. Which is stupid, because when we own a home, who the hell would be charging us?
It's been about five months since Hubby deployed, and even though I miss him, it doesn't seem like it's been so long. The average person doesn't usually go five months without seeing their significant other. Looking at a six month deployment as "not so bad" isn't normal at all.
I guess my version of typical is just really atypical.
6/19/09
Friday recipe
Slow Cooker Coq au Vin
Ingredients:
8 slices of bacon
3 to 3 1/2 lb. cut-up broiler-fryer chicken
4 medium carrots, cut into 2 inch pieces
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
1 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. black pepper
3/4 cup frozen small whole onions
1 cup chicken broth
1 cup dry red wine
1 clove garlic
Bouquet garni (Tie 1/2 tsp dried thyme leaves, 2 large sprigs fresh parsley, and 1 bay leaf in cheesecloth bag or place in tea ball)
3 cups sliced mushrooms
How To:
Cook, drain, and crumble bacon; refrigerate. Cooke chicken in bacon fat over medium heat for 15 minutes or until brown on all sides. Place carrots in 3 1/2 to 6 quart slow cooker. Top with chicken. Mix remaining ingredients except mushrooms and bacon; pour over chicken. Cover and cook on low setting 4 to 6 hours or until juice of chicken is no longer pink when centers of thickest pieces are cut. Stir in mushrooms and bacon. Cover and cook on high heat setting 30 minutes. Remove bouquet garni; skim off excess fat and serve.
*The Larissa Way: Use baby carrots, put the chicken in the cooker raw (forget browning), chop up whatever onion is in the fridge, and just throw the spices in (forget the cheesecloth). I wanted to make it easier for myself! :)
Ingredients:
8 slices of bacon
3 to 3 1/2 lb. cut-up broiler-fryer chicken
4 medium carrots, cut into 2 inch pieces
1/3 cup all-purpose flour
1 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. black pepper
3/4 cup frozen small whole onions
1 cup chicken broth
1 cup dry red wine
1 clove garlic
Bouquet garni (Tie 1/2 tsp dried thyme leaves, 2 large sprigs fresh parsley, and 1 bay leaf in cheesecloth bag or place in tea ball)
3 cups sliced mushrooms
How To:
Cook, drain, and crumble bacon; refrigerate. Cooke chicken in bacon fat over medium heat for 15 minutes or until brown on all sides. Place carrots in 3 1/2 to 6 quart slow cooker. Top with chicken. Mix remaining ingredients except mushrooms and bacon; pour over chicken. Cover and cook on low setting 4 to 6 hours or until juice of chicken is no longer pink when centers of thickest pieces are cut. Stir in mushrooms and bacon. Cover and cook on high heat setting 30 minutes. Remove bouquet garni; skim off excess fat and serve.
*The Larissa Way: Use baby carrots, put the chicken in the cooker raw (forget browning), chop up whatever onion is in the fridge, and just throw the spices in (forget the cheesecloth). I wanted to make it easier for myself! :)
6/17/09
It's one of those days...
I only posted a few hours ago, but it's amazing how quickly your day can go down the crapper.
This guy I knew was murdered in a bar brawl in MA. He used to be engaged to a high school friend of mine. Apparently, he was trying to stick up for someone and ended up dead. In the news article, it says a 24 year old kid was arrested for stabbing a husband and wife during the same bar fight. My guess is that he was trying to break it up. I don't know for sure. But whatever happened, it's a horrible tragedy.
I took a nap during Sesame Street. I've been cranky and tired for weeks now, not to mention the sciatica and heart palpitations. I'm ready for this whole pregnancy thing to be over. During my nap, I found out exactly how much destruction a 17 month old can make.
LB figured out how to unscrew the lid to his sippy cup. He then dumped the contents all over the floor. On the tile? Nope, the carpet. Was it juice or water? Nope, it was milk. A cup of milk all in the carpet. And I ran out of paper towels, so I tried to get as much up as I could, but I know my carpet is still going to reek.
He also tore a few pages out of Hubby's biology textbook. I told Hubby that it was a bad idea to put them on the bookshelf. I mean, it's not like we're going to reread them, and they're expensive! But he did, and LB has been messing with them since he could. I don't plan on telling Hubby about the textbook.
And, LB found my wallet (I have no idea how) and pulled all my credit cards and insurance cards out. Then, he must have thrown them up in the air because they are completely scattered around. I'm still looking for the Blockbuster card.
Still recovering from my harddrive crash, too. Lots of programs were installed before we bought the computer, so now we have to actually pay for them, like Microsoft Office and Works. My biggest irritation is that I lost my address book, so I've been trying to come up with address off the top of my head.
Got an annoying email from a flutist asking where the hell I'd been for the past few rehearsals. Kinda wish I had told her to stuff it. I can barely stay awake during the day- forget about rehearsals lasting 'til 9pm! So I just said I'm too exhausted to go.
The kitchen is a disaster. Wish I could nap during LB's nap, but I'm afraid the dirty dishes will grow legs and jump on me until I wake up.
Only a few good things came from today. The lawn ninjas finally did their job and cut my grass. I'm having dinner with a friend who always is fun to be around. And I'm supposed to skype with my parents. It's not even noon, and I'm ready for this day to be over... and I just caught a whiff of poop. Duty calls.
I wish life came with sick days, or personal days, because I would totally take one today. I just want to sit on my couch all day with a stiff drink in my hand.
This guy I knew was murdered in a bar brawl in MA. He used to be engaged to a high school friend of mine. Apparently, he was trying to stick up for someone and ended up dead. In the news article, it says a 24 year old kid was arrested for stabbing a husband and wife during the same bar fight. My guess is that he was trying to break it up. I don't know for sure. But whatever happened, it's a horrible tragedy.
I took a nap during Sesame Street. I've been cranky and tired for weeks now, not to mention the sciatica and heart palpitations. I'm ready for this whole pregnancy thing to be over. During my nap, I found out exactly how much destruction a 17 month old can make.
LB figured out how to unscrew the lid to his sippy cup. He then dumped the contents all over the floor. On the tile? Nope, the carpet. Was it juice or water? Nope, it was milk. A cup of milk all in the carpet. And I ran out of paper towels, so I tried to get as much up as I could, but I know my carpet is still going to reek.
He also tore a few pages out of Hubby's biology textbook. I told Hubby that it was a bad idea to put them on the bookshelf. I mean, it's not like we're going to reread them, and they're expensive! But he did, and LB has been messing with them since he could. I don't plan on telling Hubby about the textbook.
And, LB found my wallet (I have no idea how) and pulled all my credit cards and insurance cards out. Then, he must have thrown them up in the air because they are completely scattered around. I'm still looking for the Blockbuster card.
Still recovering from my harddrive crash, too. Lots of programs were installed before we bought the computer, so now we have to actually pay for them, like Microsoft Office and Works. My biggest irritation is that I lost my address book, so I've been trying to come up with address off the top of my head.
Got an annoying email from a flutist asking where the hell I'd been for the past few rehearsals. Kinda wish I had told her to stuff it. I can barely stay awake during the day- forget about rehearsals lasting 'til 9pm! So I just said I'm too exhausted to go.
The kitchen is a disaster. Wish I could nap during LB's nap, but I'm afraid the dirty dishes will grow legs and jump on me until I wake up.
Only a few good things came from today. The lawn ninjas finally did their job and cut my grass. I'm having dinner with a friend who always is fun to be around. And I'm supposed to skype with my parents. It's not even noon, and I'm ready for this day to be over... and I just caught a whiff of poop. Duty calls.
I wish life came with sick days, or personal days, because I would totally take one today. I just want to sit on my couch all day with a stiff drink in my hand.
The ugly side of pregnancy
No, I don't have poison ivy. No, I don't have bed bugs. No, I don't have leprosy. I have prurigo gestationis.
It's a stupid, itchy pregnancy rash that only affects 1 in 300 pregnancies. Considering I've had it twice now, I think it's statistically safe to assume that my 598 closest female friends that may have children will not have it. That's 0.16%, so of course it's happening to me. It only appears on my arms and legs and it lasts all day long, and if you have it once, you will most likely get it again. With LB, I got the rash before I found out I was even pregnant, and it lasted until 6 weeks postpartum... that's almost a year of constant itching. This time, I had a tiny bit of it while in NH, but this morning it has made a full appearance- check it out above.
There's nothing the docs can do about it, except give me zyrtec, which didn't really do anything. I've tried a million creams and sprays and lotions, but nothing seems to make it go away.
But what kills me is why I have this. It's an allergic reaction to pregnancy hormones... so pretty much, my body is telling me that I'm allergic to being pregnant. Seriously. I wish I could make this stuff up.
So I guess now I have to just deal with it until the baby makes his appearance and my hormones return to normal.
Yippee.
6/14/09
Praise Pediasure!!!
LB is so picky at night that he often doesn't eat more than a few bites. I've tried feeding him different foods, or at different times, but he just isn't a big fan of eating after 3pm. That would be fine, I don't want to push the issue, but he wakes up at 6am or earlier starving! So I've started to trick him.
Instead of a cup of milk before brushing his teeth, he gets a cup of Pediasure. That stuff has, like, 240 calories in just one cup and lots of protein and stuff. It says on the bottle that it can be used as a meal substitute, although I don't want to go that far- LB still has to eat something (per me). But at least he's been sleeping more at night, which means so have I! And the more he eats, the more I'll substitute milk for the Pediasure, but right now my main concern is him not waking up to a growling belly at 5am.
It's 7:50am right now.... LB went to bed last night at 7:30pm, fell right asleep, and I haven't heard a peep from him! I'm so loving this Pediasure stuff. :)
Instead of a cup of milk before brushing his teeth, he gets a cup of Pediasure. That stuff has, like, 240 calories in just one cup and lots of protein and stuff. It says on the bottle that it can be used as a meal substitute, although I don't want to go that far- LB still has to eat something (per me). But at least he's been sleeping more at night, which means so have I! And the more he eats, the more I'll substitute milk for the Pediasure, but right now my main concern is him not waking up to a growling belly at 5am.
It's 7:50am right now.... LB went to bed last night at 7:30pm, fell right asleep, and I haven't heard a peep from him! I'm so loving this Pediasure stuff. :)
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