Friday, August 31, 2007
A Summer in the United Arab Emirites
by Erin P, Eric B, Amy M, Ruth S, and Andrea B
The zither drones lightly across the plain
And breaks the peace like shattered rain
It fills my soul with great disdain
And causes my heart to ache and wane
Provoking the moon to sob in pain.
If only I could stay here more!
Hidden from hoary heads galore!
I'd immerse by brain in old folklore
And twist and turn behind this gloaming door.
I'd worry and burn and fret no more
At the zither's dreadful roar!
Just goes to show that college people will take any opportunity to show off their million dollar education. And $10 words. Funny, I should do more of this. Any excuse to use that huge Thesaurus I got for HS grad.
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Made me laugh a bunch. Jered, do enjoy! Remember the poem we did in the office with Eric? "A Summer in the United Arab Emirites." I have it written out somewhere. I'll have to find it. Ruth would crack up, too.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Anyway, we're just going to have to get the teeth pulled and partial dentures ourselves, with the pittance they call our dental coverage. All the other stuff . . . the scaling and planing and whatnot . . . will just have to wait. Kev was pretty much convinced not to do that stuff anyway because it seems an exercise in futility to scrape and pretty-up (with much more pain and discomfort) teeth that will be leaving us eventually. But at least with the partials he will be able to eat a sandwich without a knife and fork again. We've taken to carrying them in the diaper bag just in case we go somewhere and forget to ask for them.
Thank you once again, bottom dollar. Even in Wyoming. I guess we'll just have to trust that God will provide the money in another way instead.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Because I knew I'd be having a c-section again, I took off my wedding ring back in April, when I could still get it over my swollen knuckle, so they didn't have to cut it off in the OR. They use cauterizing (sp?) instruments and didn't want me to spark and catch fire on the operating table. I didn't want them to remove the ring because they aren't interested in saving the piece, just getting it done and I didn't want it all mangled. So, I haven't worn my ring since then. I gave it to Kev to put away in his dresser so I didn't lose it in with my costume stuff.
Fastforward to yesterday. Kev came home from work and asked if I'd tried the ring to see if my hands have shrunk back down so I could wear it again. I said no so he got it out and I tried it. It slid on almost all the way so of course I pushed it the last 1/2 inch onto my finger. Wahoo, I got it back on! Then I noticed that I was feeling my pulse pretty good in that finger and the skin was starting to look like link sausage. I tried to back it off but it wouldn't go. My parents were coming to supper so I just left it on and tried not to think about it while I got supper ready. By the time they arrived I couldn't stand it anymore so Kev got out the vaseline and slathered it all over my finger and tried to pull the ring off but it felt like he was taking the knuckle and all. I stuck my hand in the freezer, up against the fan in the back where the air comes out, but that just made my arm hurt and wasted the electricity to run the fan. I tried an ice pack wrapped around the whole finger but that was starting to burn my hand so I gave up on that. I finally couldn't take it anymore so I called a jeweler in the mall to find out if they had the ring cutter. My dad took me up there and they cut the ring off. What a horrible sight . . . not only did he have to cut thru both bands of my beautiful ring which is a solitare and a wrap soldered together but he then had to bend the two cut ends almost straight up to pry it off. I should have taken pix of the ring for posterity but I forgot my camera and the ring guy didn't have a polaroid or camera phone or anything. My dad pointed out that it was probably a good thing that I didn't have lasting proof of what had to be done because Kev would NOT have been happy to see it. So, all I have is this photo of my finger, post-release, and today the bruised knuckle and redness that is left over. And it still feels like a sausage. Oh yeah, the cost to have the ring sized and put back together so I can wear it -- $190. I guess I should have just waited a few more weeks before trying it on. I think I would have had to have it sized anyways but at least we would have known about the expense and it wouldn't have been necessary immediately. Grrrrrr!
Friday, August 24, 2007
We had a bbq at my parents' house after the dedication service and made Buffalo Burgers and Kronsky's for everyone. A big hit! Had to take a few pix of the whole fam for Josiah's scrapbook, of course.
We had to get a "Four Generations of Anderson Men" photo while we had them all together. We hadn't seen Grandma and Grandpa since Gennie was 3 weeks old and we moved here from CA. Another great scrapbook page in the making.
Then we took a drive out to the Gorge and had a picnic by the Red Canyon overlook. It was a beautiful day so we took Maggie too and let her run about chasing the lizards and rabbits. Fabulous week!
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Last Sat we took the kids to the "blue park" (because of the blue play equipment) to do Gennie's 3.5 year old portraits. Kev hardly complained at all . . . I was so proud of him! He usually give me such crap about doing pictures so often . . . yeah, often, or every 6 months . . . so I usually try to just take Gennie and do it myself but since I can't drive again yet I needed him. I didn't want to wait any longer to do it because they are already late but having a baby kinda throws everything off.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Had to take a minute . . . well, about 30 mins . . . yesterday to take his first portraits. Kev was home for lunch and was laughing at me because he didn't think the kid would sleep thru for me to get all the shots. Ha! By the time he left to go back to work I was done . . . and had 74 photos to choose from! Kev says the kid doesn't stand a chance . . . by the time he goes to school he'll be so sick of having his picture taken! Now I just have to decide which one I want to be his birth announcement, although I think I'll take a few more tomorrow while we do Gennie's 3 1/2 year portraits. He has a special little peasoup shirt that my mom found that would be perfect for the occasion. I wasn't into baby portraits when we had Gennie so I don't have many like this from her first few weeks . . . I didn't start doing her portraits until 2 months old. But already he is looking like her, just much smaller.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Thursday, August 2, 2007
The little guy slept really well, considering, the first 2 nights home but has really given that up now. We're trying to get used to the fact that Kev has to go back to work next week so I've been staying up with Josiah mostly. Kev gets up to get the bottles and diapers, etc, but then falls back asleep while he eats . . . I totally appreciate his help and can't blame him for sleeping because I would be doing the same if the positions were reversed. Last night Josiah was awake almost the ENTIRE night . . . I slept between 3am and 4am and that was it. Grrrrrr. Then at 6am just as the light was coming into our room he fell asleep and slept for 3 straight hours . . . just in time for Gennie to be getting up. I think his bio clock is just mixed up . . . can't wait to get it right! We have him in a bassinet in our room for convenience right now, at lease until he is sleeping thru the night. Gennie did at 3 months so hopefully he'll be that kind to us, too.
Okay, so no photos this time. Something is wrong with blogger right now and it won't post photos for us. Rahhhhh. More to come once I get this figured out.