Becky's Bits

Stretched too thin...

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Sun, 19 Mar 2006 05:26:00 +0000

Today's cereal: Cocoa Pebbles for breakfast, Corn Chex and Honey Nut Cheerios for dinner.

Kids. Work. Reunions. Church. Family. Housework. Jewelry. A teensy time for me.

It's just too much, and something's gotta give.

Thanks to all you great people who've linked to me. You can go ahead and un-link me, because I shan't be updating my blog anymore. I've shared with you glimpses of my life for a year. Thanks for being there with me. I'll still be visiting your blogs, so I'll see you around-- I just... I just gotta go now.

Lovies,
Beck

For Bear

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Mon, 27 Feb 2006 23:22:00 +0000

"Fading light dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From afar drawing nigh -- Falls the night.

"Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.

"Then good night, peaceful night,
Till the light of the dawn shineth bright,
God is near, do not fear -- Friend, good night."

My week in review

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Fri, 24 Feb 2006 04:37:00 +0000

Today's cereal: Cran-Vanilla Crunch and Crunch Berries

Monday: Spent President's Day with most of the siblings at my mommy's house. Got a debilitating migraine. Topped the day off by falling on the ice on my driveway when we got home. WITH The Boy in my arms. Spent the night worrying that he had a concussion, but realized in the morning after seeing the bruises and feeling the hurt that I took the brunt of the fall.

Tuesday: Still felt crappy. Didn't do any of the things I needed to get done before I start working again next Tuesday. Stayed up way too late.

Wednesday: Worked all day. Didn't get lunch, which made my migraine return. Came home to a baby that misses me way too much when I'm gone and wouldn't let me put her down the rest of the night. When the kids were finally wrestled into bed, I ignored the housekeeping and phone (sorry Mom, Sara, Sister Bartlett, and Strategic Marketing) and spent some much needed time bonding with The Hubby.

Thursday: Got up early and showered, thinking I would Get Things Done. Didn't happen. By the time both kids were bathed and dressed, it was lunchtime and naptime.
My plans for going back to work were originally going to be Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, which is what I told the new childcare provider. My boss decided I was needed more on Mondays, though, so I called the childcare today to let them know I'd be needing them Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday instead. They informed me that they can't take the kids on Mondays-- they'd be over their adult to child ratio that they are licensed for. So now I'm trying to figure out how screwed I am.

Tomorrow I am taking the kids to the new childcare provider for a few hours to help them make the adjustment and get to know everybody. My provider prides herself in the fact that none of her kids ever cry on their first day. Somehow I think my kid is going to be the one to ruin that for her. He's a sweetie-- but damn.

Some good news, though-- the reunion I had started last Wednesday is in the works. I found the woman I was looking for, and talked to her Saturday. It is looking hopeful that she will say yes to meeting her half-sister. My client thinks I am the Most Amazing Person Ever, and it makes me feel all gooey inside.

I've been tagged by Sara, so I will get to that A-sap.

Crap.

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Fri, 17 Feb 2006 21:49:00 +0000

Today's Cereal: Corn Chex

Our sewer is backed up again, and I had to call the swell guys at Remarkable Rooter. This happens at least once a year, frequently twice. I swear I moved straight into the Money Pit-- Except that I'm not sleeping with Tom Hanks. What is with my retarded house? First the furnace, now this. Nothing like the smell of raw sewage that has come up in your shower! Hot diggedy!

Happy Bloggaversary to me!

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Thu, 16 Feb 2006 16:57:00 +0000

Today's Cereal: Honeycomb

A year ago today I started my blog! Betcha didn't think I'd last this long. Neither did I!

Had the evening from hell yesterday. It took me two hours to get home from work because of the big snowstorm and all the idiot drivers. When I got home Robin was screaming because she has apparently decided bottles are of the devil and won't have anything to do with them. The Boy hadn't taken a nap so he was making THAT SOUND-- the whining one that makes my ears bleed-- and Kitt was obviously frazzled and ready to drop-kick the nearest child. We were supposed to go to dinner at mom's last night, but after two hours in the car and the mess I came home to, we ditched that idea. She lives a half-hour away on a good day. Sorry, mom. You know how I like soup!

On an up note, I got my first search & reunion client since October. I am excited! I hope all will go well with this one. I am searching FOR the adoptee this time... the birthmother's daughter has initiated the search. Kind of a sad story-- the birthmother died 2 or 3 years after the adoption happened. She was only 25. My client is hoping to find her half-sister, but also trying to understand the mother she never got to know. I hope I can help on both counts.

For fun

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Thu, 09 Feb 2006 21:27:00 +0000

Today's Cereal: Rice Krispies

Advanced Global Personality Test Results

Extraversion		36%
Stability		56%
Orderliness		30%
Accommodation		50%
Interdependence		30%
Intellectual		36%
Mystical		23%
Artistic		63%
Religious		90%
Hedonism		10%
Materialism		63%
Narcissism		43%
Adventurousness		16%
Work ethic		30%
Self absorbed		30%
Conflict seeking		10%
Need to dominate		16%

Romantic		43%
Avoidant		70%
Anti-authority		30%
Wealth		23%
Dependency		63%
Change averse		63%
Cautiousness		63%
Individuality		30%
Sexuality		23%
Peter pan complex		23%
Physical security		30%
Physical Fitness		50%
Histrionic		30%
Paranoia		36%
Vanity		76%
Hypersensitivity		30%
Female cliche		76%

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Nicked from Carly

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Wed, 08 Feb 2006 16:21:00 +0000

Today's cereal: Honeycomb. Did they change Honeycomb? It seems more "whole wheat-y" lately. Not gross, but different.

If you've got a blog, go here. It will create a "word cloud" that takes commonly used words from your blog. I thought it was funny that "poo" is one of my words. I tried to post it for you to see, but I couldn't get it to work. So here is a link to it, courtesy of Lostnowfound (Thanks!)

Speaking of poo, The Boy poo-ed in the bathtub again yesterday. I was letting him play in the tub while I dressed Robin, and I heard him yell, "Mama, clean up!" I thought he was just ready to get out, so I kept telling him just a minute while I finished with Robin. Little did I know of the horror that was waiting for me. And I didn't have the Poo Spoon!

I'm not sure how I feel about The Boy assuming that I am the one who is supposed to come and clean it up.

I'm back. Okay already!

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Fri, 03 Feb 2006 21:09:00 +0000

Today's cereal: Western Family Brand "Crisp Rice". Whatever.

News!
I balanced my checkbook the other day, for the first time in like, 3 months. Seriously. I prefer the "what I don't know won't hurt me" approach to my finances. But I finally gave in and did the math. And boy, are we in trouble. No, make that Trouble (note the capital T!). So after a sleepless night, I went in to the office on Wednesday to talk to my boss. It turns out that the girl who took over my full-time position when I quit is now quitting herself, to go to school. I asked my boss if I needed to turn in a formal resume and application if I wanted the Adoption Assistant position again. She literally, physically, brightened and said, "how about part-time?"

Seriously, this is too perfect an opportunity to just be coincidence. Laugh if you must, but a prayer has just been answered. I had resigned myself to taking a full-time position, but Beth up and OFFERED part time. And they are TOTALLY willing to let me set the schedule I want.

So, starting in March sometime, I will be working three days a week instead of just one. After a year and a half of being a (mostly) stay-at-home mom, going back to work is a little daunting. The worst part will be leaving Robin. Aiden is ready, in NEED of the social interaction that daycare will provide-- but Robin? She's and I are so very bonded. I think it will probably be harder on me than her, but the move to bottle-feeding half the week will probably be a kick in the teeth--er, make that tooth-- for her.

The daycare thing has been freaking me out; until yesterday when I went and visited a place I am considering. It was really cool! I think Aiden will really like it. I've almost pretty much decided that is where I want my kids to be. Everything feels so right. And the prospect of not having to worry about whether my grocery check will bounce, or what we will pawn if our car breaks down, or actually having money in a savings account and possibly going on vacation! Ah, relief.

AND, I'm going to see if I can fenagle (is that how you spell that?) a half-day off at least once a month, so while the kids are all taken care of at daycare, I can go with my mom to the Family History Library. That would be so hott.

Stay tuned for my next blog post where I have pictures of what the Kirby Salesman vacuumed off our floor. Exciting, I know!

It's done. No going back now!

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Thu, 26 Jan 2006 02:57:00 +0000

Today's cereal: Cheerios

We tried to have it done on Monday, but when we got to the place in the mall where we took her, they said we had to have her immunization records with us. Huh? Like I carry those around on my person. Maybe I should, though! So we went home earring-less, with plans to go back today.

Little Cutie was such a trooper! She shrieked initially, but then really only cried for about five minutes. I think she looks darling! (Although I'm trying not to obsess about how the earring in her right ear is off-center.) I expected her to be grumpy all night after having it done, but they don't seem to bother her. We'll see what happens when I try to clean them!

I can't wait to make her earrings to wear when she is old enough. Perhaps I will make her a little silver bracelt she can wear now, to go with her new little studs. Ah, playing dress-up with my Pet Baby sure is fun.

Randomness

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Mon, 23 Jan 2006 06:18:00 +0000

Today's Cereal: Wheat Chex. With banana slices!

Here are a few quick updates for you:

1) I'm going to kill this dog. She's gotten over her fear of the cats, and now delights in chasing and barking at them whenever one of them makes an appearance from underneath the bed. They will never forgive me, I'm sure. We cheer Willis on when he takes a swipe at her in retaliation. Only 4 more days of this...

On the up-side, this funny little dog likes to sleep under the covers, at my feet. My feet are normally blocks of frozen flesh that I try to warm up on my huband's poor legs. The dog, however, is keeping them nice and toasty.

2) I just played Star Wars Battlefront II with my husband. Have any of you geeks (said lovingly--I'm included!) played this? We just spent over a half-hour on one of the space boards, and now I am having a hard time controlling my mouse under normal circumstances. If I want to point the curser up, I keep pulling down. (If you've played this, I think you'll know what I'm talking about.) It's very frustrating. When I close my eyes I see space and little red and blue circles.

3) My lesson today in church totally sucked.

4) Tomorrow my mom is going with me to have Robin's ears pierced. I am a little nervous about this, mostly because of the pain involved for her, but also because I will be marring her pristine little body with holes. Holes to be filled with cute little earrings, though... and thereby ending ever answering the question, "oh, how old is he?"

A good friend of mine objected very strongly when I told her that I would pierce my baby's ears-- she thought it was taking away her free agency to choose if she wanted it done or not later. I keep thinking about this. But at the same time, what little girl in their right mind would not want their ears pierced? My dad wasn't going to let me have mine pierced. Ever, I think. It took most of the neighborhood women hounding him, and he finally gave in when I turned 10. I was so thrilled. Now I delight in wearing huge earrings.

She will look so cute, though. I will definitely post pictures. In the meantime, let me know your thoughts on baby piercings.

5) I have three new links. John's blog under "Blog Friends", and Lucinda's and The Candy Kid's under "People that don't know me from Adam". Check 'em out.

6) A writer contacted me through my blog this weekend after she found my story of Robin's Birth. She is writing a story about labor & delivery nurses, and wants my input on my experience with them. If the magazine accepts her article, I might be interviewed in depth for it! I am excited at the prospect.

7) I have eaten enough candy in the last two months to kill a large elephant. I can't get enough. I am willing to admit I have a problem. On to the next step...

8) It's almost midnight. I'm about to turn into a pumpkin, so it's off to bed for me. Me and the dog, that is.

New member of my brood

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Thu, 19 Jan 2006 18:28:00 +0000

Today's Cereal: Oatmeal Raisin Crisp

We're babysitting for my sister-in-law this week while she goes off to warm, sunny Hawaii--where she'll get to wear shorts and sandals and probably get a sunburn, and she'll feel the warm wind in her hair and her pale, winter skin will see the light of day, and she'll get to go to the beach and lay on the warm sand, and see hot young people in hot young swimwear, and eat pineapple and see the sun... Oh wait, where was I again? Oh yeah, we're babysitting for a week. Here is a picture of my young ward:

I hope all goes well with the cats!

Oopsie!

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Thu, 19 Jan 2006 04:00:00 +0000

Today's cereal: Freakin' Pop Tart. No, not even a real PopTart-- A fake, generic-brand Toaster Pastery.

So, The Boy dropped the F-Bomb today. Kitt thought it was going to be me who taught him that (who, me?), but I am proud to say that it was not.

Still, it was a wake-up call to watch my language!

CREEPY!

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Thu, 12 Jan 2006 23:35:00 +0000

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

Oh, by the way-- Today's Cereal: Pops

Bleah!

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Wed, 11 Jan 2006 17:10:00 +0000

Today’s cereal: Brown Sugar PopTart. Would’ve had Pops, though, if I could have.

I’m in the office today. It is always a huge, huge task to get out the door on the day I go into the office. It’s very difficult trying to put on make-up and fix your hair with a two-year-old wailing at your ankles and a baby that won’t let you put her down. And actually getting into the car is a feat in itself. I’ve got to get my purse, my briefcase, my breastpump, the little cooler to store the milk, my lunch, the diaper bag, the carseat with the baby, and The Boy all in the car. By 8:30. It usually happens at 9:00. Wednesdays mornings are a nightmare.

This morning topped the Worst Wednesdays list because in my rush to get out the door, I FORGOT TO BRUSH MY TEETH. I had to stop at the Albertson’s by my work and buy a toothbrush. And then I had to use the icky, stinky bathroom in my office. It creeped me out, because I could FEEL other people’s poo germs being brushed into my teeth. I feel a little ill.

It's always about you, isn't it?

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Fri, 06 Jan 2006 06:23:00 +0000

Today's cereal: Berry Burst Cheerios. Picked the berries out and gave them to Aiden because he wanted them so. Ah, motherhood.

The Boy had the stomach flu last week, if you haven't figured it out. Vomit and diarrhea for 6 days. I never want to touch another person's poo again. It was exhausting, and I need some "Becky Time". Just for me. I haven't been truly alone for a long time. Quick trips to Wal-Mart do not count.

I have the winter blues. I need warm weather. I need sunshine. I need to wear sandals and capri pants and a scandalously lowcut top (by Mormon standards, anyways). I miss St. Croix. I have even considered going to a tanning bed for the first time ever, even though I have an Irrational Fear of developing skin cancer. It's that bad this year.

My Christmas tree is still up, and it's a huge fire hazzard. I'm not motivated enough to take care of it without Kitt's help. Plus, I'd have a two year old helping me. And by helping I mean breaking a lot of glass.

I miss my bestest friend, Shawna. I wish she were here right now so we could get pedicures. She always makes me feel better.

I know all the names of Thomas the Tank Engine's friends. I even have favorites, which is a little bit sad. Watching Southpark at 10:30 every night is the only "grown-up TV" I am able to get lately. Though I'd really like to try out The Office, that everyone is talking about. I also used to like Arrested Development a lot, but I haven't been able to keep up with that. Haven't seen Smallville lately; I haven't even seen Seinfeld reruns. Nope, it's all Thomas, all the time. If not Thomas, then it's Monsters Inc. or Baby Einstein. My brain is fried.

Okay, I just read all that. I really sound whiny, so I'd better shut up. Here's something uplifting to leave you with--My baby is so freaking cute, and I can't stop kissing her.

Lesser of two evils

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Tue, 27 Dec 2005 17:55:00 +0000

Today's Cereal: None-- PopTart on the fly. Too busy cleaning up bodily fluids.

Is it better to catch the barf in your hands, or clean it up off of the carpet?

Post-Christmas report

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Mon, 26 Dec 2005 18:07:00 +0000

Today's cereal: I've been too damn busy cleaning up Christmas crap and playing with my blog to eat any cereal. I did have a couple of caramels, though, so my most important meal of the day was covered.

So, my brother and sister-in-law got a new digital camera and they gave their old one to me. This is probably my favorite Christmas present, even though it wasn't really a present. Bryan doesn't realize it, but he could have tied a bow on it and saved himself some money buying the other present he gave me. (But the other present he got in Disneyland, so I'm awful glad he gave it to me. I am hoping that some "disney germs" get on me- thus enabling me to fly when I think happy thoughts. Ah, Disneyland, how I miss you.) I went a little nuts with my new camera, hence the photo-heavy post today.

We got The Boy some Thomas the Tank Engine trains, and had them all set up on a track for when he came out to see what Santa brought him (even though he was a-scared poopless of Santa). Here is his first look at his train set.

We spent a small bundle on presents for Aiden, but we could have gotten by with just the $14 Walmart train set. All he wanted to do was play with that, and he wouldn't open any other presents until we half-opened them for him so he could see what was inside. Once he caught a glimpse he would open the next one, but after he got it opened all he wanted was to play with that toy. It was the longest Christmas morning on record.

I think The Hubby had as much fun with the trains as The Boy did. What is it about trains that makes males go ape-poo-poo?

Robin was just adorable, although it was really pointless getting her anything. Or at least, it was pointless to wrap anything, since I ended up opening everything for her. She seems to like her new toys--almost as much as Aiden likes her new toys. He freaks out and screams "Mine!" everytime he sees her playing with them. (When he isn't busy with Gordon or Percy, that is. Have you ever heard a two-year-old say, "Chugga, chugga, whoo! Whoo!" Dammit that is cute.)

Thank you everyone for all of my neat-o presents!
Love and hickies and stuff,
Beck

Happy Birthday, Boy!

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Thu, 22 Dec 2005 00:27:00 +0000

Today's Cereal: Life

Last Friday was Aiden's birthday. Since he has a funny little obsession for lights, we took him downtown to see the Christmas Lights at Temple Square. And since he is similarly obsessed with trains, we rode the Trax to get there. Aside from the bum-chilling cold, a good time was had by all.

Afterwards we went home for cake & ice cream with the grandparents. My mom is so friggin' awesome. She made the coolest cake for the Boy that looked like a road with trucks on it.

Yep, you guessed it, The Boy loves trucks, too. Deisels, garbage trucks, dump trucks, probably monster trucks. When he was a baby I refused to dress him in clothes that had construction vehicles on them. Now what does he love best? I should have refused to dress him in anything with U2 on it; then maybe he would love Bono as much as me. (Speaking of Bono, we went to the U2 concert on Saturday. But that is fodder for another blog post.)

Happy Birthday, my Boy. You've taught me more in the last two years than even you have learned with that amazing tape recorder mind of yours. I've never felt so much love before. I've never practiced so much patience before. I've never touched so much poop before. And I never thought I could be as happy as I am when you yell out, "Mama!"

Real Women

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Mon, 19 Dec 2005 21:19:00 +0000

Today's Cereal: Rice Chex

I woke up this morning with a big ol' zit on my chin. Because I'm terribly vain, it really upset me. I don't know why it was so traumatic, especially since Lil' Becky (my zit's name-- yes, it's big enough to name) matches the one I got right between my eyes yesterday, and the one on my forehead the day before, and-- well, the last week or so I've broken out like I work at McDonalds. What is up with that? I'm almost 30 for pete's sake.

So Lil' Becky really had me bummed out this morning, and I think it's because I've been pretty down on myself lately. I've been feeling crappy about all the loose skin and flabby muscles sagging around my "babymaker", and I really, really need a haircut because I look like Ashton Kutcher in That 70's Show. I'm serious. Here is a picture of me today:
(Did you notice how I painted out his adam's apple? I'm so cool.)

Anyways,I've been feeling frustrated because I don't look like, oh, say Angelina Jolie, who is hott hott hott! Why can't I be hott (with two t's)? But then I stumbled across a website this morning, and I want to shout it's address from the rooftops for all the women to hear. Check it out. (Alert! Alert! Skimpy swimsuits and provacative poses! Consider yourself warned.)

Photo retouching. Go fig. I knew it existed, but I assumed a retouched photo would look like those cheesy BatBoy pictures on the front of the Enquirer. (Or like my "Picture of Me", above.) Not so! You can't tell who's photo has been retouched! So now I know that when I see Hott!Beyonce on the cover of Cosmo, she doesn't REALLY look like that in real life. Chances are, she's a real woman.

Real women have back fat. Real women have saggy boobs and butts. Real women are thicker around the middle than magazine covers would have you believe! Real women have bags under their eyes and moles and cellulite and short eyelashes and thin, lifeless hair... Real women can accept the stretch marks as an inevitable part of being Mommy, or of just being curvy. Real women work hard to be recognized for something other than how hott they are.

I guess I can live with Lil' Becky. Consider it a mark of a real woman.

Put a hold on those funeral potatoes...

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Thu, 15 Dec 2005 21:53:00 +0000

Today's Cereal: Skipped breakfast! How unlike me.
Current Mood: Bored

So, The Boy almost died this weekened. Not really, but Kitt & I were a-scared that he was going to. Especially Kitt-- he had to see most of it while I was home with The Wee One.

Let me start over.

Friday afternoon, just before his nap, I noticed Aiden coughing. That dry cough--you know the one-- that sounds like a seal barking. It got worse and worse through the rest of the day, and by evening he was running a fever. OF COURSE my kid only gets sick on weekends and holidays! We thought he'd be okay, so we didn't take him to the Urgent Care that night. But everytime he coughed, one of us would run in there to make sure he was okay. It was obvious his throat really, really hurt, because everytime he coughed he woke up and started crying. He was miserable. WE were miserable. Saturday morning he started coughing again, and this time I noticed he was a little blue around the lips. And I watched his little chest sink in SO FAR trying to take in air! He looked like a little fish out of water. Let me tell you, it was pretty scary and really heartbreaking to watch your child not being able to breathe. The worst part was, there was nothing I could do! He started throwing a tantrum because he couldn't breathe (such a two-year-old!), and that only made it worse. I freaked out, and Kitt ran him over to the Urgent Care.

Three hours later I still hadn't heard anything. I was starting to think that maybe he had been sent over to the hospital or something. In my mommy-panic, I called the Urgent Care office and asked if my husband and child were still there. The receptionist wouldn't tell me anything other than the doctors had been moving pretty slow that day. So then I was imagining Kitt sitting in a crowded waiting room with tons of other sick people, while Aiden gasped for breath. And I kept thinking about how it was way past his lunchtime and way past his naptime, and he hadn't eaten anyting all day, and how he was probably being horrible (assuming he was still alive) and Kitt was having to deal with this. I made up my mind, packed a little lunch for My Boy, grabbed The Girlie, and headed to the office to see for myself.

I was surprised to find only one other person in the waiting room. The receptionist called to the back, and pretty soon a doctor came to fetch me. He started talking to me about all the things they had done to Aiden that morning, and none of it made any sense to me because it was all medical crap, and I was still in panic mode. He took me to a room and there was Kitt, looking miserable, and The Boy, looking more miserable.

It turns out he had croup. You parents out there who've dealt with this are probably saying, "well duh!" But it was pretty bad. They had to give him oxygen, and then they gave him some pretty kick-A steroids to stop the inflammation in his throat and lungs. And THEN they had to watch him to see how he reacted. He did okay for a while, but he relapsed and his oxygen levels dropped even lower than they were before. It was at this point they were considering sending him to Primary Children's Hospital. So my worries weren't that far off! But they dosed him up again with more steroids, and he did better after that. By the time I got there, they were just watching him again. He ate his little lunch--I was so glad I brought it!--and a little while later he was pronounced okay. And we went home.

At 8:00 that night Kitt took him back because he was having trouble again. They went through the whole routine again, but he responded well and he was able to come home in just a little while.

Monday morning we took The Boy in to our regualr doctor to follow up, like they told us to at the Urgent Care office. The Dr. listened to his lungs and said it sounded like he was getting better; but The Boy was being terrible and ornery and whiny. Dr. P. said, "This isn't like Aiden! There's really something wrong with this kid." So he checked him out all over, trying to see if he had an ear infection that had been missed, or something. But he was fine! I mentioned that he had cut a molar recently, and asked if that could be affecting him. The Dr. just laughed, and said that if he's cut one, another one is on the way. He watched him throw another tantrum, and said, "Yep! That's a molar alright." So I feel really stupid because we hauled our kid into the dr. and dropped a $20 co-pay to find out he was teething! Duh! But I was glad to know that he was not in danger of having another croup episode, and everything else was okay. He's been pretty ornery since, but at least we know why now. (Duh! So stupid!)

Tomorrow is Aiden's birthday, and we are going to take the Trax (Aiden loves trains!) downtown to see the lights at Temple Square (Aiden is fascinated by Christmas lights!). Just the three of us. I hope he will feel special and happy and loved. My sweet little guy! I'm glad he didn't die.

100 things, Part 2

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Mon, 05 Dec 2005 22:30:00 +0000

Today's Cereal: Special K
Current Mood: Alright!

Okay, shut up already. I'm doing it NOW, Alright? Sheesh.

51. Most days I feel like I have a love/hate relationship with my toddler. Why won't he listen to me? He won't even look at me when I call his name. It's maddening. And how can he be so incredibly cute at the same time? Like when he calls pomegranates "mama-granets". Talk about melt your heart. But then there is the whining...And then his laugh. And he is so smart. But the tantrums! Argh!

52. I worry a lot about what I would do if the house caught on fire.

53. I'd rather lie to you than hurt your feelings.

54. Similarly, I'll go to the ends of the earth to avoid confrontation. If I'm confronting you about something, you know you have MORE than pissed me off.

55. I've just been given the job of teaching the teenage girls at my church. I NEVER wanted that job because I think teenagers are stupid and I have no patience for stupid. I'm not minding it so much, though! I hope I haven't spoken too soon...

56. I love all things Gummi. (Except those gummi bugs with liquid centers...)

57. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.

58. I like to be rewarded for good things I have done. Candy is usually enough of a reward.

59. The character traits I admire LEAST are impatience and selfishness.

60. The character traits I admire MOST are kindness and hard-workingness. (I know, that's not a word. How about 'industriousness'? The opposite of lazy.)

61. I feel like I am a really bad judge of character. I am no longer surprised that my first impressions are wrong.

62. I'm learning to heavily rely on "gut-feelings". I am finding they are rarely wrong.

63. My favorite color is Electric Blue.

64. I have hypothyroidism. And I am militant about getting it checked out every year. Mostly because I don't want the weight gain that often comes with it.

65. If we have another girl baby (not anytime soon! Don't worry!) I'm going to name her Leah. Leah Kapri.

66. I've been spelunking (sp?) once. It was terrifying and exhilarating. Once is enough for my lifetime.

67. I never bite my nails. I take great pride in having pretty hands.

68. I can't go without lotion.

69. I have a hard time saying what I want. I wish more people could read my mind.

70. I hate being taken advantage of. It happens frequently, though, because I don't speak up.

71. I like black licorice.

72. I like to watch American Idol.

73. I love seeing movies in the theatre.

74. At different times in my life I have wanted to be a veterinarian, a horticulturist, a geologist, and a travel agent- among other things.

75. I have absolutely NO ambition. I was fairly happy being just a secretary.

Okay, looks like there will have to be a part three as the baby is demanding attention. Same bat-channel, eh?

I thought of two more addictions...

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Fri, 02 Dec 2005 20:31:00 +0000

Well, three more actually.

9. Girl Scout Cookies. Damn those girl scouts! And Dammit, why aren't they available year- round?
10. Del Taco
11. Root Beer. How random is that? I can't get enough root beer.

Hi, My name is Beck and I'm an addict.

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Fri, 02 Dec 2005 16:42:00 +0000

Today's Cereal: Multi-grain Cheerios
Current Mood: Lazy

HO. LY. CRAP.

Carly clued me in to this article. I'm well on my way there. Seriously. I might even need an intervention soon, guys.

I liked Carly's list today, so I am copying her. Out of love.

Top 10 things I am addicted to:
1. The Internet
2. Cereal for breakfast
3. Candy
4. Beads
5. This blog
6. Genealogy
7. Harry Potter Fan-fiction. I know! I'm sorry. Especially this author.
8. Calling and bugging my husband at work all day.

I can't think of anymore right now, so I guess it's my top 8. Maybe my husband will tell me two more things I am addicted to (that I wasn't even aware of) next time I call and bug him.

Peace out, bee-yotches.

Quick one so you know I'm still alive

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Thu, 01 Dec 2005 19:48:00 +0000

Today's Cereal: Cran-Vanilla Crunch
Current Mood: Angry, isolated, irritable, annoyed.

What kind of animal are you?

You Are A: Mouse!

Some people are scared of mice while others find them cute and cuddly. As a mouse, you forage for food and manage to sneak into everything, but prefer to stay out of sight. The phrase "quiet as a mouse" isn't for nothing, however surprise one and expect a squeak! Your small size and quiet nature are partly what makes you a mouse.

You were almost a: Duckling or a Chipmunk
You are least like a: Puppy or a Squirrel Take the Cute Animal Quiz

This is why I have't finished my 100 Things List...

noreply@blogger.com (Beck) — Wed, 16 Nov 2005 05:30:00 +0000

Today's Cereal: Pops!
Current Mood: Tired & ugly

What I've been up to:

I was up until 2:30 last night trying to finish a bunch of jewelry to give to a reseller. Ugh. I cleaned up just in time for the baby to wake up and eat, so i didn't get to bed until 3:00 a.m. Needless to say, today has sucked. But hopefully the jewelry does not.