The New Car Search

Jon and I have been talking for awhile about the need for me to get a new car.

Well, wait.

I’ve been talking about how I want to drive a bigger car, because with two kiddos and a life to lead, I can’t handle my Saturn Vue as my mode of transportation anymore.

I talked about buying a used SUV. Suburban, Tahoe, Yukon. Our friends Frank and Andrea have a Yukon Denali XL and that’s what I wanted. I was going to look for a new-to-me one (aka used). That’s been the plan in my head.

Then, today I went to test drive a Dodge Durango on my lunch hour. My Mom got a Dodge Dart awhile back and it’s awesome. So, it occurred to me that since I REALLY wanted a third row in my new vehicle, I could look at the Durango.

And I liked the Durango.

Except, the second row is a standard bench seat. And when you get in and out of it, the back of your pants brushes on the side of the car, so you always have that annoying dirt spot on the back of your work pants.

I liked the Durango.

But with those two things, the fact that they wouldn’t give me more than what I owed on my Vue and that I don’t get any discounts on the vehicle, we looked at leasing. That, and they didn’t have the color I wanted (black). So – I made a call to our neighbor who works at the Chevrolet dealership owned by some people who are also members at the golf course.

I told Dick that I wanted to drive something with third row seating, like a Tahoe or something. He says “But a Traverse is a MUCH better deal – that’s what you want to drive”. And, I would have believed him to be just selling me crap. Except that Jon had pretty much said the same thing to me.

The Durango really only had six-person seating. I really wanted seven. The Traverse comes with everything I want and I can BUY it outright – which was the whole point that Jon and I wanted to get away from having two car payments at the same time (we each bought our cars within a few months of each other and we’re staring down our final nine payments right now).

BUT – my mother-in-law drives a Traverse.

We’re going to have twin cars…I suppose since it’s a GOOD CAR with EVERYTHING I WANT (dual sunroofs, heated seats, heated steering wheel, 7 passenger seating, navigation system, the mirror alert system, in black with black leather interior) I can’t care.

Anyway.

We located a car, for the right price, with all the amenities I wanted. Only thing, it was at a different dealership. So, anyway, I got the call tonight that we’re getting the car.

So, tomorrow I’ll have a new ride. 2014 I’ll be bumming around town in my new ride. It will not be the Tahoe/Yukon of my dreams. It will, however, be incredibly warm in the winter and COOL in the summer…oh yeah, did I mention it has cooled seats, too?!

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“Well, What Are You?”

The other night, on the night that the cable and Internet were out (we didn’t lose power like so many other people over the Christmas holiday) Jon, Elle and I played running around the house and tickling and hide and seek.

It was impromptu and fun.

In the midst of the tickle game on the couch, I asked Elle, who had been saying “I goosy [goofy]” for a few days if she was goosy.

“No.”

“Are you silly then?” I ask.

“No.”

“Well, what are you?”

“I happy.”

And with that she was off, running over the couch, launching over the end of the arm rest and onto the floor.

Melt. My. Heart.

OMG, The Tantrums!

Elle is normally a great girl. She really is. She’s mainly happy and funny and fun to be around.

But today.

Oh today.

It started last night. I had euchre league (yes, there really is such a thing) so Jon was on nighttime routine duty. However, by using the word ‘routine’ I need you to think of it more like we typically try to get Elle in pajamas and into bed before us. That’s about all the routine we have at this stage of the game.

But, he was on duty.

I got home at 10 p.m. to Elle and Jon in our bed, her watching iPad and Jon watching the backs of his eyelids. Sherriff Callie’s Wild Wild West just doesn’t do it for Jon I guess.

I suggested that I put her to bed, since it was WAAAAY past her bedtime. Jon says ‘no, she’ll fall asleep’.

Against my better judgement, I gave in.

Get this – Elle has NEVER been a kid who will just fall asleep on your shoulder. She doesn’t get wiped out. She goes and goes and parties and parties until she begins to get slightly cranky (maybe) but most of the time, she is just fine to keep going. Until you take her out of the action (in this case, Disney Junior) and into her room and into bed.

So, I was fighting with Minted about our holiday card order and was tracking some other online purchases for the holidays. I was writing a blog post. And then, I was listening to our two year old talking back to her iPad.

It was 11 o’clock.

I sprang from my chair and took the next 20-30 minutes to get her to sleep. Ugh.

And I knew this morning would be bad. But it was worse even than I could have imagined.

There was kicking and screaming and hyper-ventilating crying. I got a new diaper on her before she opened her eyes, so that was easy. I got new pants on before she knew what was going on. I managed to strong arm my way into getting a new shirt on her (she still HATES changing clothes the way she has since the day she was born). And that was about it. No hair brushed, no teeth brushed. Because all she would say is ‘no no nononononononono’. Then there was trying to get shoes, a hat, mittens, a coat on her and out the door. I just willed it to be. It was not pretty. And we got to school on time. But then, she broke down when I tried to leave her at school.

So, it was a rough morning. Walking into my office, I thought ‘ok, choose your attitude now because this morning has no bearing on your co-workers’. Ugh. That’s a new conversation with myself.

My toddler ruined my morning, well before 8:30 a.m.

Ultimately, when I picked her up tonight at day care they said she’d had a great day (I was shocked!). That she had napped really well (unusual for her, but not surprising given the circumstances) and that she was the only girl with a bunch of boys today and had loved it and even taken one on the cheek (had to sign off on the form as a result).

My Dad has texted me on my way to pick Elle up that we could come there for dinner. Jon wasn’t home from work yet, I had no plans for dinner and taking the threat of cooking something out of my brain function was appreciated.

And then – after dinner – Elle did the SAME act as she’d done this morning. Only this time, there were witnesses. Grandma and Papa and they were trying very hard to get her to be her normal happy-go-lucky gal. And it was NOT happening for any of us. Finally I just told them to get out of my way and I was going to win.

Ugh.

Tantrums.

In other news, by the time we got the nine houses to our house, she was still freaking out. She wanted her Dad, she wanted her Mumma, she wanted her Grandma and her Papa. I decided she wanted a new diaper, pj’s and bed. And that’s what she got. And that’s where she is now – two hours into what I HOPE will be a great night of sleep for us all.

Ugh.

Tantrums.

Baby Too: Week 12, Day 2

Due Date: June 22, 2014
*This is the same day that I miscarried twins in 2013. Eerie and full circle all at the same time.

Baby Developments:¬†The average fetus at week 12 is about 2.1 inches long and .49 ounces. Now that she’s got pretty much all her parts, her main job is to keep on growing. While she’s doing that,¬†she’s also developing her reflexes — if you poke your belly, she’ll likely move, and she’s opening and closing her fingers and curling her toes. (From thebump)

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Weight Gain: Steady. Had gained a net total of exactly five pounds at the 11 week, 3 day appointment (so, a week ago). Felt pretty good about that.

Cravings: Water. Fruit. Vegetables.

Symptoms: Still tired, but slowly getting past that. The nausea has subsided for the most part, but eating fruit still helps keep it at bay.

I am loving: The fact that my regular old pants still fit and have room in them. And that my size smaller pants are still fitting. I don’t get it. It made me curious at the doctor appointment last week, and the nurse practitioner said that there’s something in there because my uterus is up where it wouldn’t be if there weren’t a baby in there.

Sleep:¬†Fine. Wish I could force myself to not hit snooze and to wake up an hour earlier every day. I think I’d be a better person for it, but once I’m asleep, waking up is hard to do.

I miss:¬†Cocktails. It’s going to be a long ride if I’m missing them already. I am not missing the hangover-after-one-drink thing but I do miss enjoying a drink. I have all this wine and liquor and it’s a shame to not be able to drink at Christmas.

I am looking forward to: Christmas with family and friends. Love this time of year.

I am spazzing about:¬†Nothing really. Finalizing Christmas shopping. Wrapping presents. Planning our family Christmas party with my Mom’s family.

Best moment of the week:¬†Last week, seeing the heartbeat and getting a healthy baby report. It honestly was something that I didn’t understand how apprehensive I was. After the N.P. and the doctor walked out after the ultrasound, I just broke down sobbing. It was cathartic and sad all at once. I realized I was still sad about having miscarried and relieved that I hadn’t with this pregnancy. Weird, but true.

Milestones: Hello, second trimester!

Movement: None. From the baby or me. My sciatica/sciatic is a bugger a lot of the time. Makes me feel like I have a still leg/pain in the ass at all times. Sweet.

It’s a….: healthy baby with a heartbeat!

Exercise: Not much.

Diet: Eating the same ol’ stuff I always do.

Goals for the upcoming week: Wrap Christmas presents. Clean the house.

Baby Too: Week 6, Day 5

Well, I have now known for over THREE weeks that I’m pregnant. The “Circle of Trust” remains my Mom and two girlfriends. And Jon, of course. And that’s it. Weird.

After the miscarriage earlier this year, ¬†I find myself saying things like “if I’m still pregnant in January” or “welp, I’m still pregnant today”. I am going to try changing my mindset and thought blogging (or at least writing these to publish at a later date might help. That, and I’ve been feeling uber-nauseous lately and I didn’t remember feeling that way when pregnant for Elle, only to go back and read through blog posts tonight and realize how completely queasy I was constantly.

So, here is a weekly update to start things off.

Due Date: June 21 2014*
*Have not been to the doctor to confirm, but my cycle is like clockwork, so I’m pretty sure that’ll be the day.

Baby Developments:¬†Growing like crazy, baby is starting to sprout eyes, ears, nose, cheeks and chin. Those little hands and feet- still webbed like paddles- might wiggle by week’s end, the heart is beating (almost twice as fast as yours!), and blood is starting to circulate. (From thebump)

Week 6: Baby is the size of a sweet pea.

Week 6: Baby is the size of a sweet pea.

Weight Gain:¬†Fluctuating. At times during the day, I can be at starting weight. At some points, I can be 10 pounds heavier than that. Right now, I’d say I’m about 2-3 pounds gained for real-weight (not water weight).

Cravings: Water. Coolness. Sprite Zero.

Symptoms: Complete queasiness at all times except from about 7:30 am Р10 am. Completely tired and ready for sleep most nights by 8 pm.

I am loving: The difference in Jon this time around, already. He sort of seems to ‘get it’ more I think. Though I do think he forgot how queasy I was the last time (I did too, though) and how tired this being pregnant thing can make you (I did not forget that part). But, I get the sense that Jon’s level of excitement is as high now as it was towards the end of pregnancy with Elle.

Sleep: Had two weird dreams last night. One that I quit my job, not because I was mad, but just because I was done working. To the point that I wondered when I woke up this morning if I had a job to go to. Also had a dream that the old swimming coach from Alma College pierced my ears so that I could have two holes in both ears. He did it with a sewing needle. Bizarre. But, sleep is ok. I get up pretty often to pee and Elle wakes up at least once a night still.

I miss:¬†Not holding back – I wish that I felt more comfortable talking about being pregnant. We were at Jon’s cousins wedding this weekend and were with his brother and sister-in-law the entire weekend and we didn’t tell them. I am just not comfortable yet. Though this pregnancy already feels different than the last one when I miscarried, I’m still just anxious. We haven’t told Jon’s parents either. I wanted to say so last night when I was having dinner with them (Jon is working out of town) but I didn’t think that was fair to Jon. So, I miss being able to have everyone share in this excitement, but also feel like if I can just make it past that eight week mark, I’ll be more comfortable telling our very close family.

I am looking forward to:¬†The first doctor’s appointment. The intake appointment isn’t until Nov. 25 and the first appointment won’t be until well after that, so I’ll likely be on the cusp of the second trimester by the time I see the doctor and an ultrasound. I really am looking forward to the heartbeat part of that ultrasound.

I am spazzing about:¬†Just work-related stuff. It is our busiest time of the year at work and my signature event, Deer Widows Weekend, is in two weeks. Plus, I’m on the board at our country club and I’m launching a new point of sale system in two days. I’m slightly overwhelmed with it all. Which is manifesting itself as a very itchy scalp. Sa-weet.

Best moment of the week:¬†Enjoying two nights in a row with Jon while at Laurie and Daniel’s wedding. Him working out of town for the last two months has been un-fun.

Milestones: None.

Movement: None from baby and none from me. Well, a few walks here and there but nothing notable. If I could stay up past 8 pm it might help.

It’s a….: baby.

Exercise: Not much.

Diet: Eating the same ol’ stuff I always do.

Goals for the upcoming week:¬†Choose light fixtures for the outside of our house (we’re in the midst of a pretty big facelift to the house). Go to Bronner’s for the Department 56 event this weekend. Make smoothies at home in my new Ninja blender.

Dear Elle: You’re Two

Dear Elle,

It’s your birthday, today. Your second birthday. At the same time I can’t believe you’re two already and I can’t believe it’s only been two years since you started our family.

We celebrated your birthday Saturday with family and a few close friends. Drew and Josi came over, the only two small humans at the party and that was perfect. After the chaos of last year’s first birthday extravaganza, I kept it low key and simple. Your Dad is working out of town all but one day a week, so keeping life as simple as possible is important right now. And you enjoyed your party. Mom and Dad got you an inside trampoline, you got lots of SUPER cute clothes, and lots of Sofia the First and Doc McStuffins toys. Absolutely a great day for you. The weather was beautiful and the day was filled with all things toddler tailgate. You and Drew and Josi played so well together. I’m so glad you guys have been buddies since day one.

Anyway, over the last year you have grown into a very opinionated little gal. You know what you want, when you want it. You are all things two. You know all your colors. You love your Papa and Gamma’s. You are just funny. You just crack me up.

You spent the majority of the summer attempting to push your pink Little Tikes car down the cart paths to the water jug on 12 tee. You love to throw rocks in the pond and watch the splash. You are obsessed with babies, very much so. The pictures on the wall at school, babies in real life. You just LOVE babies.

You love to dance and sing. Your little hips shake, your love dance parties on Mom and Dad’s bed, jumping up and down to whatever’s on the Top 40 channel.

You like to play hide and seek…only it’s really just you hiding in the closet in your bedroom.

I believe that you have imaginary friends, but I can’t prove it yet. Or maybe you just talk constantly. Whatever it is, you have a lot to say to anyone who will listen.

This year you wore a pretty dress and watched Mom and Dad get married, in April. Then you were a flower girl in Aunt Jen and Uncle Rick’s wedding in September.

We spent some time upnorth at Clear Lake with Drew and Josi, which was a ton of fun. We had a cousin’s party in August and you were an awful lot of fun then too.

You have learned to say “Go Blue” (it sounds like Go Bwoo) any time there is football on the TV. It doesn’t matter if it’s Michigan or not, it’s always Go Bwoo. And hockey is the same idea – Go Wed Wings is the yell if any hockey comes on the TV.

You love ‘poopah ipad’ which translates as Purple iPad. My iPad is in a pink case and yours is in a purple case. You know that the poopah iPad is yours. It’s sad, but often the first thing you ask for in the morning is poopah iPad.

You also love Sofia the First, Henry Hugglemonster, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, OSO Special Agent, Rollie Pollie Olie and Cat in the Hat, Martha Speaks, Sesame Street and more.

You know lots of birds from spending time with Gamma Karen. You say Chicadee, Cardinal, Bluebird, Hummingbird, Robin. You love birds.

Coloring is also a big deal thing for you. You aren’t that great at keeping the artwork only on paper, but you try. And who can deny you crayons?!

You still spend one day a week with Gamma Wendy and one day a week with Gamma Karen. And three days a week at school. It’s a perfect setup.

Anyway, you’re just great.

It makes me sentimental when I see you stretch in the morning and the bend in your back, the way your belly is stretched out, it reminds me of you as a newborn.

Your little belly laugh is the best sound in the world. And that twinkle in your eye – I just love you.

So, girlie girl, you’re two today. I can’t believe it and I’m so very proud of you.

Mumma sure loves you.

Love,

Mom

Boo Boo

It happened.

A moment I’d been dreading and did not know I’d been dreading.

I think I must have secretly felt it coming.

The other morning, as Elle was sitting in the bathroom with me while I got ready for work, she pointed to the remnants of the hemangioma on her forehead and said ‘boo boo’ and ‘ouch’.

Which was cute and funny, in her little girl voice.

But it hurt me.

And I said ‘Nope – that’s not a boo boo. That’s just the way you were born. You’ve had that forever.’

She did it again a few days later.

I did not like it.

It was as though she’d seen herself through a different lens. And it hurt a little bit.

I KNOW how piddly this is in the grand scheme of things. But, I didn’t like how it made me feel, that she was contemplating her reflection in the mirror and found something to be out of place.

I knew it was coming.

So, now it’s come.

Ah, parenting a toddler…