We spent a good part of Saturday continuing to get ready for our baby... tying the bumper pad on the crib rails, putting together the pack and play, washing some last little onesies, putting together a swing, and then finding places for all of this, which is no small feat when you live in a little studio apartment. But it looks wonderful.
I have learned that you can't be an idiot and hope to put together baby furniture. Putting together Baby Desch's crib was misleading... that was our first piece of baby furniture, and we were convinced a monkey could have put that together. I began to wonder why people thought putting baby stuff together was time-consuming. Then came the mobile to hang over the crib. That was much more difficult. You'd think that a big piece of furniture to sleep in would be more challenging than some cute little animals that spin around, but you'd be wrong with that assumption. I sat at our kitchen table for a good 30 or 40 minutes one day when Josh was taking a nap, trying to put that mobile together, and I still didn't have it together when he woke up. But this task was nothing compared to the herculean effort required to put together the pack & play and the swing.
The pack & play that we picked out is made by this European company named Chicco. Let me tell you, Chicco needs to employ a department of people dedicated solely to improving their instructions. They were terrible. The actual instructions were so-so, but then the pictures that they gave you were horrible. They didn't really illustrate what the instructions said, so I was left trying to figure out how the heck the diaper changing pad went together for about 40 minutes... surely someone with average intelligence can figure this out. I never did. I still don't know how it's supposed to work. Either Europeans are a lot smarter (which I doubt), or they are used to working out of instruction books that make no sense. So that's the story of the pack & play.
Then came the swing. This was by far the lowest point of the whole day. We were crusing right along, looking at instructions made by Graco, who uses better pictures. Snap this in to that, twist this over. Ah yes, directions I recognize. Then came the time to screw on some feet things to the bottom of the swing to give it a base. At this point, the assembly machine broke down. Here were two people with recent college degrees, completely and utterly defeated by the construction of a baby swing. Josh nearly threw in the towel. But we persevered, and eventually figured out how the stupid things were supposed to fit on, and the rest is history. Suffice it to say there is a functional swing sitting in our kitchen right now, with a blue teddy bear strapped in as a place holder.
Another step in our baby-fication happened on Saturday night, when we went to Target for batteries. Specifically D batteries to run the swing. Who buys D batteries unless you're a parent? Nothing runs on D batteries except for kid toys that make really annoying noises and stuff. I felt like such a parent when I went through the line with those in the cart.
So we are ready. Baby Desch, you can go on and begin to make your appearance at any time, preferably NOW. OK, nothing happened. How about NOW? Hmm, still nothing. You can see that the waiting is getting more and more difficult, and Baby's due date isn't technically until the 24th. This is an exercise in patience and trusting the Lord's timing. Any day now is fine with us.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Friday, June 8, 2007
Axis of Evil, Sports Edition
Have ya'll seen Will Ferrell's impression of George W. Bush in the "Axis of Evil" Saturday Night Live skit? That is soooo funny. This skit came to mind last night when Josh and I were watching Game 1 of the NBA Finals between the Spurs and the Cavaliers. I'm going to list popular sports figures who we placed into the Axis of Evil last night.
1. TONY PARKER. There are more reasons that I can list why this guy got thrown into the Axis of Evil. First of all, don't think I'm a France basher, but the last thing you expect to hear when a huge NBA player opens his mouth to speak is a French accent. French accents are nice in the proper context, like in a mushy movie or on a cooking reality show. But on the basketball court? Strange at best. Second, ABC did one of those little interviews with Tony Parker they always do to show during time-outs or half-time- you know, the ones where the players are a little shadowy and sitting in front of some kind of curtain- and this was more or less a quote from the lips of Mr. Parker. "Sometimes I feel that I don't get enough credit playing for San Antonio." Are you kidding me? Can you please sound a little more egotistical? Third, Tony Parker is engaged to Eva Longoria of "Desperate Housewives" fame. I am NOT an Eva Longoria fan. In fact, she is almost in Fergie's company in my estimation, and if you ever read our blog, you know that's not a good thing. Back in my days of personal training I used to get magazines like Oxygen, Women's Health, Self, and Fitness. These magazines are fond of interviewing celebrities who are skinny, but not really athletic, to see what their fitness plans are. Eva was one such person. Skinny, but not really athletic, and thereby not deserving of an interview in a fitness magazine in my opinion. Just because you're skinny doesn't mean you're healthy or that people should emulate your approach to fitness. Anyway, most of the interviews I read with her were just disgustingly egotistical. She must have taken a page out of her fiance's book when doing them. She went on and on about how hard she works to keep her body looking like that, and I just wanted to give her a cold, hard dose of reality. Eva, you have no idea what most people's lives are like, and you don't deserve to be held up as a fitness icon because you probably work out for 5 hours a day with a trainer getting paid upwards of $300 each hour- not really a realistic fitness program for most people. All of these things combined DEFINITELY land Tony Parker smack in the middle of the Sports Axis of Evil.
2. BILL BELICHEK. This man was put into the Axis of Evil for very obvious reasons, namely, he is the coach of the New England Patriots, and because of that fact we believe that he worships Satan. And he wears that really weird sweatshirt with the cut-off sleeves. What is that about? A sweatshirt is about warmth, so why cut the sleeves off? If you want to be cooler, don't wear a sweatshirt.
3. TOM BRADY. Tom Brady is also a no-brainer in the Axis of Evil, seeing as he's the starting quarterback for the New England Patriots. Take your pretty face somewhere else, Tom. It's not welcome in the NFL.
4. MICHAEL VICK. Michael Vick is in the Axis of Evil because he's not a finisher. He will have a great few minutes, but right when it matters most, he crumbles. That's why the Falcons got crushed by the worst teams in the NFL last season. Because you, Michael Vick, are in the Axis of Evil. He also just has a shady personal life. He's a serious liability to the Falcons, and if they knew anything they would have traded him faster than you could say "you're horrible."
5. SATAN. Satan is not a sports figure, but for painfully obvious reasons he is in the Axis of Evil.
I know there are others that need to be thrown in... feel free to make some suggestions.
Have a wonderful weekend!!
1. TONY PARKER. There are more reasons that I can list why this guy got thrown into the Axis of Evil. First of all, don't think I'm a France basher, but the last thing you expect to hear when a huge NBA player opens his mouth to speak is a French accent. French accents are nice in the proper context, like in a mushy movie or on a cooking reality show. But on the basketball court? Strange at best. Second, ABC did one of those little interviews with Tony Parker they always do to show during time-outs or half-time- you know, the ones where the players are a little shadowy and sitting in front of some kind of curtain- and this was more or less a quote from the lips of Mr. Parker. "Sometimes I feel that I don't get enough credit playing for San Antonio." Are you kidding me? Can you please sound a little more egotistical? Third, Tony Parker is engaged to Eva Longoria of "Desperate Housewives" fame. I am NOT an Eva Longoria fan. In fact, she is almost in Fergie's company in my estimation, and if you ever read our blog, you know that's not a good thing. Back in my days of personal training I used to get magazines like Oxygen, Women's Health, Self, and Fitness. These magazines are fond of interviewing celebrities who are skinny, but not really athletic, to see what their fitness plans are. Eva was one such person. Skinny, but not really athletic, and thereby not deserving of an interview in a fitness magazine in my opinion. Just because you're skinny doesn't mean you're healthy or that people should emulate your approach to fitness. Anyway, most of the interviews I read with her were just disgustingly egotistical. She must have taken a page out of her fiance's book when doing them. She went on and on about how hard she works to keep her body looking like that, and I just wanted to give her a cold, hard dose of reality. Eva, you have no idea what most people's lives are like, and you don't deserve to be held up as a fitness icon because you probably work out for 5 hours a day with a trainer getting paid upwards of $300 each hour- not really a realistic fitness program for most people. All of these things combined DEFINITELY land Tony Parker smack in the middle of the Sports Axis of Evil.
2. BILL BELICHEK. This man was put into the Axis of Evil for very obvious reasons, namely, he is the coach of the New England Patriots, and because of that fact we believe that he worships Satan. And he wears that really weird sweatshirt with the cut-off sleeves. What is that about? A sweatshirt is about warmth, so why cut the sleeves off? If you want to be cooler, don't wear a sweatshirt.
3. TOM BRADY. Tom Brady is also a no-brainer in the Axis of Evil, seeing as he's the starting quarterback for the New England Patriots. Take your pretty face somewhere else, Tom. It's not welcome in the NFL.
4. MICHAEL VICK. Michael Vick is in the Axis of Evil because he's not a finisher. He will have a great few minutes, but right when it matters most, he crumbles. That's why the Falcons got crushed by the worst teams in the NFL last season. Because you, Michael Vick, are in the Axis of Evil. He also just has a shady personal life. He's a serious liability to the Falcons, and if they knew anything they would have traded him faster than you could say "you're horrible."
5. SATAN. Satan is not a sports figure, but for painfully obvious reasons he is in the Axis of Evil.
I know there are others that need to be thrown in... feel free to make some suggestions.
Have a wonderful weekend!!
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Diet Coke, I Have Defeated You
I know I've mentioned this on our blog before, but I have officially delivered Diet Coke the knock-out punch in my life.
Ok, I just wanted to give you a second to absorb that statement. That is a BIG DEAL, especially if you know how much Diet Coke I ingested in college. I would like to give a brief history of my Diet Coke addiction, dating back to my freshman year at Covenant. DC was once my crutch, but I have thrown it under the bus.
My addiction started with my freshman roommate Brigit. She came drinking Diet Coke. At first I thought that was pretty gross... how can you drink that stuff that has such a nasty aftertaste? But somehow I was lured in by the whole this-drink-has-no-calories, even though I should have figured out that you can't get something for nothing. I started thinking that Diet Coke was really good. Yumm, this stuff is not as bad as I thought diet drinks were. Hmm, this tastes almost like the real thing. Yumm, this stuff is amazing. WOW, this is BETTER than the real thing... you get the point. Slowly Diet Coke went from something I didn't care about to a real love affair.
That was only my freshman year. As the years at Covenant passed, I found fellowship with fellow DC drinkers. It was wonderful to drive down the mountain to Winn-Dixie, grab the 12 packs on sale, and pack them into the mini college fridges. We were like old-fashioned neighbors, borrowing Diet Cokes from each other instead of eggs or a cup of sugar. As my academic journey continued and matured, I began to lean on DC more and more heavily to fuel my late-night academic pursuits. Big test tomorrow? Get out the DC. Roommates sleeping but you need another can? Sneak in and get one REAL quiet. It worked like a charm.
Then I graduated from Covenant and joined the work force. My first job was a personal training position at a health club which is all well and good, apart from the fact that I had to be there at 5 AM every morning. With Josh at Covenant and me in Peoria, you can imagine that we spent a lot of time on the phone... to the tune of about 2 or sometimes 3 hours every night, lasting into the wee hours of the morning. The alarm went off at a brutal 4:15 am, and I dragged my sorry self out of bed, bemoaning my employment at such a ridiculous hour. A cup of coffee would suffice for the first part of my shift, but then I usually needed a Diet Coke to get through the second part. And not just any Diet Coke- not a can from the fridge, oh no. I needed a POLAR POP. If you live in Peoria you may know that Polar Pops are sold at Circle K gas stations. They are very cheap and very huge. Put just a smidge of ice in the bottom, fill to the brim with the drink of your choice, and drink to your heart's content for a mere 64 cents. Can that deal be beaten???
I kept up this routine until I decided I needed to quit for 2 reasons. First, I needed to preserve the integrity of my teeth. I've always had chalky, cavity-prone teeth, and I'm sure the constant onslaught of carbonation was not doing any good for them. Second, I was uneasy about the barrage of aspartame (the sweetener in Diet Coke) on my organs. Yes, the FDA says it's safe, but for someone who drank as much as I did, I think there needed to be further studies. I vowed to myself that as soon as I married Josh, I would quit drinking Diet Coke once and for all.
Now I can't say that I've quit completely... I occasionally still have a drink or two. But it's the change of heart that's encouraging to me. I am now a diversified carbonated beveridge drinker. I drink the spectrum, from real Coke to Cherry Coke to Dr. Pepper to root beer. I think getting pregnant was my biggest impetus in kicking my DC habit, since I wasn't so sure about a sweet developing baby being inundated with lots of aspartame. So folks, I'm done for the most part, and I'm not looking back. Life past Diet Coke is good.
Happy Tuesday!
Ok, I just wanted to give you a second to absorb that statement. That is a BIG DEAL, especially if you know how much Diet Coke I ingested in college. I would like to give a brief history of my Diet Coke addiction, dating back to my freshman year at Covenant. DC was once my crutch, but I have thrown it under the bus.
My addiction started with my freshman roommate Brigit. She came drinking Diet Coke. At first I thought that was pretty gross... how can you drink that stuff that has such a nasty aftertaste? But somehow I was lured in by the whole this-drink-has-no-calories, even though I should have figured out that you can't get something for nothing. I started thinking that Diet Coke was really good. Yumm, this stuff is not as bad as I thought diet drinks were. Hmm, this tastes almost like the real thing. Yumm, this stuff is amazing. WOW, this is BETTER than the real thing... you get the point. Slowly Diet Coke went from something I didn't care about to a real love affair.
That was only my freshman year. As the years at Covenant passed, I found fellowship with fellow DC drinkers. It was wonderful to drive down the mountain to Winn-Dixie, grab the 12 packs on sale, and pack them into the mini college fridges. We were like old-fashioned neighbors, borrowing Diet Cokes from each other instead of eggs or a cup of sugar. As my academic journey continued and matured, I began to lean on DC more and more heavily to fuel my late-night academic pursuits. Big test tomorrow? Get out the DC. Roommates sleeping but you need another can? Sneak in and get one REAL quiet. It worked like a charm.
Then I graduated from Covenant and joined the work force. My first job was a personal training position at a health club which is all well and good, apart from the fact that I had to be there at 5 AM every morning. With Josh at Covenant and me in Peoria, you can imagine that we spent a lot of time on the phone... to the tune of about 2 or sometimes 3 hours every night, lasting into the wee hours of the morning. The alarm went off at a brutal 4:15 am, and I dragged my sorry self out of bed, bemoaning my employment at such a ridiculous hour. A cup of coffee would suffice for the first part of my shift, but then I usually needed a Diet Coke to get through the second part. And not just any Diet Coke- not a can from the fridge, oh no. I needed a POLAR POP. If you live in Peoria you may know that Polar Pops are sold at Circle K gas stations. They are very cheap and very huge. Put just a smidge of ice in the bottom, fill to the brim with the drink of your choice, and drink to your heart's content for a mere 64 cents. Can that deal be beaten???
I kept up this routine until I decided I needed to quit for 2 reasons. First, I needed to preserve the integrity of my teeth. I've always had chalky, cavity-prone teeth, and I'm sure the constant onslaught of carbonation was not doing any good for them. Second, I was uneasy about the barrage of aspartame (the sweetener in Diet Coke) on my organs. Yes, the FDA says it's safe, but for someone who drank as much as I did, I think there needed to be further studies. I vowed to myself that as soon as I married Josh, I would quit drinking Diet Coke once and for all.
Now I can't say that I've quit completely... I occasionally still have a drink or two. But it's the change of heart that's encouraging to me. I am now a diversified carbonated beveridge drinker. I drink the spectrum, from real Coke to Cherry Coke to Dr. Pepper to root beer. I think getting pregnant was my biggest impetus in kicking my DC habit, since I wasn't so sure about a sweet developing baby being inundated with lots of aspartame. So folks, I'm done for the most part, and I'm not looking back. Life past Diet Coke is good.
Happy Tuesday!
Monday, June 4, 2007
Happy Birthday, Aunt Martha!!
I would like to give a shout out to my Aunt Martha, whose birthday is TODAY!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AUNT MARTHA!! My aunt is like my second mother. I have two cousins who are really close in age to me and my sisters, John and Adam. Adam is only 6 months older than I am, and the two of them have been like my brothers for as long as I can remember. If they weren't at our house during the summer, we were at their house. And if neither one of those things was happening, I was majorly, majorly bummed out. We were always together putting on silly plays, playing with other's Big Wheels, eating at our favorite pizza place Monicals, having slumber parties, having birthday parties, hanging out, and in more recent years, meeting Saturday mornings at Starbucks!
Anyway, Aunt Martha has been like my second mom for as long as I've been alive! It was so very special to grow up around my family. I love her and Uncle Glenn and my cousins soooo much. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AUNT MARTHA!!! I wish I could be there with you!!
Baby Desch is going to be in good company in my family with a June birthday- Aunt Martha's is the 4th, Adam's is the 18th, John's is the 29th, and then my sisters Carrie and Emily have birthdays in early July, so this is a popular time of year to be born in my family. Lots of Trefzgers cakes eaten this time of year. Trefzgers is a legendary bakery in Peoria- I have consumed soooo much butter and sugar in the form of Trefzgers goodies over my lifetime, and every bite has been absolutely lucious. Next time any of you are in Peoria, make sure that we stop by Trefzgers, or Treffy's as we call it in my family.
Have a wonderful Monday!
Anyway, Aunt Martha has been like my second mom for as long as I've been alive! It was so very special to grow up around my family. I love her and Uncle Glenn and my cousins soooo much. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AUNT MARTHA!!! I wish I could be there with you!!
Baby Desch is going to be in good company in my family with a June birthday- Aunt Martha's is the 4th, Adam's is the 18th, John's is the 29th, and then my sisters Carrie and Emily have birthdays in early July, so this is a popular time of year to be born in my family. Lots of Trefzgers cakes eaten this time of year. Trefzgers is a legendary bakery in Peoria- I have consumed soooo much butter and sugar in the form of Trefzgers goodies over my lifetime, and every bite has been absolutely lucious. Next time any of you are in Peoria, make sure that we stop by Trefzgers, or Treffy's as we call it in my family.
Have a wonderful Monday!
Friday, June 1, 2007
Baby Desch Scare
Happy Friday one and all!! I am soooo glad it's Friday. Even though it's been a short week with Memorial Day off, it's still nice to have the weekend! Josh is taking the youth camping tonight, which will be a blast, but me and Baby are staying home. It's hard enough to get comfortable in a bed, much less on the ground. But I'm sure they'll have a great time.
Yesterday we got a scare from our baby... he/she has up to this point been very active and moved lots and lots, putting my mind at ease as to his/her well-being. But ever since Monday afternoon he/she has been different- those movements have seemed much more lethargic. I'm not getting kicked in the ribs and seeing my belly take on different shapes and strangely moving blobs. By yesterday I was getting concerned, since I was used to all of those antics going on at pretty regular intervals. I had felt him/her move a little in the morning, and then I didn't remember anything all afternoon. Finally I called the doctor and asked to talk to the phone nurse, thinking that she would say that the movements are just different now since the baby is getting bigger and bigger in a space that isn't growing, and he/she just doesn't have room to move as much. But she said the baby should be moving, and asked if she could talk to the doctor and call me back. She called back about 5 minutes later and said that Dr. Speese wanted me to come down there immediately and get hooked up to the fetal moniter. So I had to leave work and go down to her office, all the while praying that nothing was wrong. I had felt like maybe something was wrong since Monday night, so I thought it was a good idea to go.
I got there and was ushered back to this little room with a leather recliner and a boxy machine, which was the fetal moniter. The nurse put these big straps around my belly to catch and moniter Baby Desch's heart rate, and put the recliner back so I could get comfortable. It was so wonderfully reassuring to hear that swishy little beat again and know that even if Baby wasn't moving, his/her little heart was still beating. The nurse brought me some sweet tea (YUM!!) in hopes that a little sugar and caffeine would get the baby moving. She gave me this little button and told me to push it every time I felt the baby move. I sat there in that chair for at least a half-hour while the machine recorded the baby's heart rate and I marked whenever I felt a movement. The doctor looked at the print-out from the machine and said that Baby Desch seemed to be doing fine. I asked her if maybe his/her size is keeping him/her from moving as much, and she said maybe just expect more swishy movements instead of big huge kicks, since there isn't as much room.
I am so grateful to the Lord that everything seems to be OK!! Being pregnant has been such a sanctifying experience for me. I love this little person inside of me so much, but have absolutely no control over his or her well-being (apart from the very obvious things like not doing drugs while pregnant). The only thing I really can do when I'm concerned about him/her is take my concern to the Lord and pray, and then trust that He cares about us and our little baby and has good plans for us. Yesterday was definitely one of those days! I guess we're already learning a big lesson about parenting- that the only way you can parent is to do the best that you can do to take care of that child and love him or her with your whole heart, and then pray that God will shape him/her into the little person that He wants them to be.
Have a wonderful Friday!
Yesterday we got a scare from our baby... he/she has up to this point been very active and moved lots and lots, putting my mind at ease as to his/her well-being. But ever since Monday afternoon he/she has been different- those movements have seemed much more lethargic. I'm not getting kicked in the ribs and seeing my belly take on different shapes and strangely moving blobs. By yesterday I was getting concerned, since I was used to all of those antics going on at pretty regular intervals. I had felt him/her move a little in the morning, and then I didn't remember anything all afternoon. Finally I called the doctor and asked to talk to the phone nurse, thinking that she would say that the movements are just different now since the baby is getting bigger and bigger in a space that isn't growing, and he/she just doesn't have room to move as much. But she said the baby should be moving, and asked if she could talk to the doctor and call me back. She called back about 5 minutes later and said that Dr. Speese wanted me to come down there immediately and get hooked up to the fetal moniter. So I had to leave work and go down to her office, all the while praying that nothing was wrong. I had felt like maybe something was wrong since Monday night, so I thought it was a good idea to go.
I got there and was ushered back to this little room with a leather recliner and a boxy machine, which was the fetal moniter. The nurse put these big straps around my belly to catch and moniter Baby Desch's heart rate, and put the recliner back so I could get comfortable. It was so wonderfully reassuring to hear that swishy little beat again and know that even if Baby wasn't moving, his/her little heart was still beating. The nurse brought me some sweet tea (YUM!!) in hopes that a little sugar and caffeine would get the baby moving. She gave me this little button and told me to push it every time I felt the baby move. I sat there in that chair for at least a half-hour while the machine recorded the baby's heart rate and I marked whenever I felt a movement. The doctor looked at the print-out from the machine and said that Baby Desch seemed to be doing fine. I asked her if maybe his/her size is keeping him/her from moving as much, and she said maybe just expect more swishy movements instead of big huge kicks, since there isn't as much room.
I am so grateful to the Lord that everything seems to be OK!! Being pregnant has been such a sanctifying experience for me. I love this little person inside of me so much, but have absolutely no control over his or her well-being (apart from the very obvious things like not doing drugs while pregnant). The only thing I really can do when I'm concerned about him/her is take my concern to the Lord and pray, and then trust that He cares about us and our little baby and has good plans for us. Yesterday was definitely one of those days! I guess we're already learning a big lesson about parenting- that the only way you can parent is to do the best that you can do to take care of that child and love him or her with your whole heart, and then pray that God will shape him/her into the little person that He wants them to be.
Have a wonderful Friday!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
The Delightfulness of Approaching Summer
Ahh, I can feel it in the air... full-blown summer is right around the corner. I am loving it!! We were out at the Pizza Joint with some friends last night and we saw so many high school-ish age students. That got me thinking that they must be out of school. Then I saw that a lot of them were wearing pirate hats, and we figured out that they must be going to the opening of Pirates of the Caribbean 3. That made me remember such good times with no responsibility- once school was out, all you had to do was have fun with your friends. That was great. I feel like I keep beating this same drum, but I keep thinking it. I'm reliving those days through the lives of our youth.
Some of my favorite things about summer:
1. Corn on the cob. I love that stuff sooo much. Reminds me of the days when my mom used to send me out to the deck with a brown paper bag and give me orders to shuck about 20 cobs. I can shuck with the best of them.
2. Driving around with the windows down. I think this is done best in the evening. You don't want to fry during the day, but having the windows down in the cooler evening is perfect.
3. Sleeping with the windows open. This is one of my very favorite things. I love hearing the bugs and other things making a ruckus at night.
4. Other summer fruits and vegetables. I just got us some peaches at the store today for lunch, and they were soooooooo good. Add strawberries, tomatoes, watermelon, blueberries... summer is a season for produce that's hard to beat.
5. Going to drive in restaurants. Back in Peoria there's a place called Lou's that is soooo good. They have the best root beer in the world. You drive up in your car, put the window down, and get some really good food. Down in Augusta we go to Sonic, which is a modern-day, chain establishment, but the experience is just as fun. Maybe Josh will take me and Baby Desch there tonight for dinner!! YUM!!
6. Longer evenings. It takes longer for the sun to set. I love the fact that there's more daylight. Summer evenings are just made for being outside and enjoying yourself (provided that you have some kind of bug protection. Those silly bugs.)
7. Vacations!! I love this part!! Getting away from your normal routine and relaxing and having fun is just great!!
8. Lemonade. I love this stuff! Drinking it reminds me of cookouts and good times. Same with Kool-Aid, especially grape. YUM.
9. The smell of food on the grill. I love food on the grill, especially barbequed chicken, baked potatoes, and most of all, HOT DOGS. Yum.
Josh and I are making it a goal to have strawberries and corn on the cob in the house until they are out of season. It's just a good idea to have something that yummy in the house at all times. So if you come to our house any time soon, count on eating at least one of those!! Have a wonderful day!!
Some of my favorite things about summer:
1. Corn on the cob. I love that stuff sooo much. Reminds me of the days when my mom used to send me out to the deck with a brown paper bag and give me orders to shuck about 20 cobs. I can shuck with the best of them.
2. Driving around with the windows down. I think this is done best in the evening. You don't want to fry during the day, but having the windows down in the cooler evening is perfect.
3. Sleeping with the windows open. This is one of my very favorite things. I love hearing the bugs and other things making a ruckus at night.
4. Other summer fruits and vegetables. I just got us some peaches at the store today for lunch, and they were soooooooo good. Add strawberries, tomatoes, watermelon, blueberries... summer is a season for produce that's hard to beat.
5. Going to drive in restaurants. Back in Peoria there's a place called Lou's that is soooo good. They have the best root beer in the world. You drive up in your car, put the window down, and get some really good food. Down in Augusta we go to Sonic, which is a modern-day, chain establishment, but the experience is just as fun. Maybe Josh will take me and Baby Desch there tonight for dinner!! YUM!!
6. Longer evenings. It takes longer for the sun to set. I love the fact that there's more daylight. Summer evenings are just made for being outside and enjoying yourself (provided that you have some kind of bug protection. Those silly bugs.)
7. Vacations!! I love this part!! Getting away from your normal routine and relaxing and having fun is just great!!
8. Lemonade. I love this stuff! Drinking it reminds me of cookouts and good times. Same with Kool-Aid, especially grape. YUM.
9. The smell of food on the grill. I love food on the grill, especially barbequed chicken, baked potatoes, and most of all, HOT DOGS. Yum.
Josh and I are making it a goal to have strawberries and corn on the cob in the house until they are out of season. It's just a good idea to have something that yummy in the house at all times. So if you come to our house any time soon, count on eating at least one of those!! Have a wonderful day!!
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
"Yeah, Your Baby Is Still In East Timbucktoo"
I went to our OB this morning, hoping for some good news that Baby Desch was beginning to make preparations for his/her coming into this world, i.e., that he/she was starting to drop down into the pelvis, which is one of the first signs that the birth could be approaching sometime. To my dismay, instead of this coveted news I heard the words of this post's title, "yeah, your baby is still in East Timbucktoo." Baby Desch, honestly. East Timbucktoo??? Couldn't you at least budge a little to make your mama happy??
I was telling Josh last night that I am getting more and more uncomfortable. I don't want to complain because I've had such an easy pregnancy. But when you've got this huge bump on your belly, it gets harder and harder to move! I'm beginning to have a hard time just getting in and out of bed, much less putting pants on, bending over to tie shoes or pick something up off of the floor... getting dressed now requires help from Josh, who is very sweet to help. It's just hard to find a comfortable position when laying in bed watching TV, sitting on the couch, etc. I'll be so glad to be able to lay on my stomach again. But I'm not complaining- I have really enjoyed being pregnant and sharing the space with a new little life. I'll just be glad when I can move around more freely. We have to go to the doctor once a week now until Baby Desch arrives, so maybe next week his/her progress will be a little more encouraging. Maybe he/she will have made a migration at least to Eastern Europe or something.
I was telling Josh last night that I am getting more and more uncomfortable. I don't want to complain because I've had such an easy pregnancy. But when you've got this huge bump on your belly, it gets harder and harder to move! I'm beginning to have a hard time just getting in and out of bed, much less putting pants on, bending over to tie shoes or pick something up off of the floor... getting dressed now requires help from Josh, who is very sweet to help. It's just hard to find a comfortable position when laying in bed watching TV, sitting on the couch, etc. I'll be so glad to be able to lay on my stomach again. But I'm not complaining- I have really enjoyed being pregnant and sharing the space with a new little life. I'll just be glad when I can move around more freely. We have to go to the doctor once a week now until Baby Desch arrives, so maybe next week his/her progress will be a little more encouraging. Maybe he/she will have made a migration at least to Eastern Europe or something.
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