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Hi! My name is Kari and I am a Stay-at-Home wife and mother. I have 1 daughter for now and am constantly struggling to make my new lifestyle work for me.

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Vacation

Sorry for the delay in getting this post out. We are leaving for vacation on Thursday and Hubby decided that the basement needed to be "de-crappified". Yes, that is his word. Basically it means that we took all the boxes out of our closet, put them on the floor and sorted through all of them. That means that I actually had to throw out those old clothes that I thought I might actually fit into at some point in my life. I have decided that not only is it unlikely that I will ever fit into those clothes, but why would I want to? Some of those clothes are 10 years old, and probably slightly out of style. Besides, it gives me a chance to go out and find some new cute clothes. This is what our basement looked like during the "de-crappifying":




And after:



So, as you can see, we have been busy. We have a little left, but what an improvement!

I have also almost finished the nursery. I only have to make the slipcover for the rocker which shouldn't take too long. I absolutely LOVE how it looks. It is soooo cute and organized. Anyway, I will post pictures, but not until next week since we will be on vacation until then.

We are going to Colorado on vacation Thursday thru Monday. We will be driving 10 hours with a 7 month old. We are trying to figure out the best way to go about this drive without completely losing our minds. Do we leave really early in the morning and stop for breakfast around the time she would normally be getting up? Do we leave at a normal time and stop half way for lunch? I don't know. I will keep you updated on how things go. Tomorrow I need to find some more shorts and jeans and t-shirts to take along. I HATE shopping for things to go on the bottom of my body. Oh well, it should be interesting with a 7 month-old in tow as Hubby has lots to do what with starting a new job in 3 weeks. Oh, didn't I tell you - HE GOT THE JOB!!! So, until next week...

Friday, May 19, 2006

To my wonderful garage door:

I would like to thank you for all that you do for me. I don’t think that I truly appreciate how hard your job must be. You alone are responsible for keeping out those thieves looking to steal a nice (gas guzzling) vehicle. You also help to keep the wind, rain and hail off of our cars, saving the time and energy of filling out insurance forms.

I guess that given these grave responsibilities, it would be too much to ask that you also open and close whenever I push the little gray button on my garage door opener. Yes, the little gray button that I push repeatedly and with increasing vehemence and sometimes accompanied by some no so nice words.

Okay, I have to admit that you do an okay job opening when I push the button in the garage and when the nose of my vehicle is pressing on you – it must be that you can feel the “love”. I just don’t understand why you repeatedly refuse to close. Oh – I do realize that you will not close if something is in the way – like a vehicle trunk or a stroller - that makes complete sense. However, we do need to talk about the refusal to close when you are presented with a truly insurmountable obstacle – like a gust of wind, or perhaps a spider web. We are never really sure why you will not close. We run up to your sensors and rub the glass – thinking that you are seeing a speck of dust. We remove all the cobwebs within a 20 foot radius. We carefully make sure that all vehicle parts and random strollers are out of the way. We have lovingly set up a wind block on both sides of the garage door, but to no avail. I am hoping that by writing this letter, we are able to establish a truce. If you could just close after the 20th push of the button, we promise that we will not jab, jab, jab at the opener and we will speak lovingly to you at all times. Thank you for your time.

Your loving servant,

Kari

The 80's

A friend sent this to me over e-mail yesterday and I was going to include the whole questionnaire, but I ended up writing a long answer to one question.

17. What was your favorite toy as a child? Which begs the question - what ever happened to all those cool 80's toys - you know, Rainbow Bright, Slinky, Lite Brite... Anyway, I was about all things Barbie. Incidentally, my brother was all about He-man Masters of the Universe. Every once in awhile we would play together - I with my Barbies and he with his He-Men. I think my Barbie's first boyfriend was Skeletor! Of couse, Skeletor was usually trying to hit and kill Barbie, but whatever. Oh, and he was also into those stupid guns that shot plastic pellats. He used to shoot me with those things all the time, but I did get revenge - if he would make the mistake of shooting them into my room, I would pick them up and store them in my Barbie toilet. He never did know what happened to them. Eventually he ran out of bullets, then moved on to those stupid guns with the hard plastic disks - those hurt even worse than the pellats, so I am not sure if I actually got revenge or not. Oh well - fun times. Gotta love the 80's.

Speaking of the 80's (which we are because this is MY blog), weren't the 80's the best? I remember dressing up in my tight stirrup pants with the oversized, long-sleeved, button up the front, brightly colored (usually with black stars or hearts) cotton shirts, the scrunchie socks, the little flat shoes with no support and the side ponytail with the scrunchie. We also had those cool little twirley things that looked like small shoe laces that had been wound around a pencil. We would wear those on our shoes and around our pony tails. It was the height of fashion to wear those twirley things that matched our clothes. Seriously, I don't know why 80's style didn't stick around...

I remember going to the local high school football game and practice baton twirling. I don't know why, but we were really into Baton Twirling at my elementary school. We didn't go to the game to watch any football (unless my mom would come over and make me watch my uncle playing or something). Then we would go home in time to watch the Dukes - oh and the sleepovers - playing Frogger and the Burger game (I can't remember the name of it).

Ah yes, the good old days. I miss them sometimes... Thanks for taking a trip down memory lane with me today.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Dang

Could someone please tell me why my side bar is way at the bottom of the page? I have no idea how it happened, but I think Button was on my lap when I was trying to type my last post and she kept hitting the keyboard causing weird things to happen. If you know how to fix it, I would appreciate anyone's help.

My Dearest Hubby

A couple of things I would like you to know:

1) When I call you at work to ask you a simple question, it would be much easier to just answer the question than to talk about how you don't have time to answer the question. For example, and we are saying hypothetically here of course, let's say that I call you at work to just ask you if you are excited about being offered a new job. You say, "I'm really busy and I have to get this file done and blah, blah, blah" for about five minutes, when you could have said, "Yes, I am" and that would have been the end of the conversation. You have to remember that when you are out of town, I don't have a lot of other people to talk to and I definitely don't have someone who understands the situation as well as you. I also get lonely. Yes, lonley. Because I have a 7 month-old who, surprisingly, doesn't have a lot to say about the situation. This is also a big decison in our lives and I don't have anyone to talk to about it, so you need to give me a couple minutes of your day to reassure me that you are, in fact, as excited about this development as I am.

2) Wedges are a style of shoe, very trendy right now and they cost around $50 or less depending on where I get them and after reading the above, I think I am going to buy a couple of pairs.

For those of you not on the phone last night, here is a glimpse into our conversation:

Hubby: So have you decided what you are going to buy with your gift card yet? Are you going to buy shoes?

Me: Yeah, I saw these really cute shoes at Ann Taylor Loft. They are wedges with laces that tie up your leg. They are super cute summer shoes.

Hubby: *blank stare* Wedges? Like a sand wedge? A pitching wedge?

Me: *blink**blink* What?

Hubby: *thinking hard, then whining* Whaaaat? You said wedges.

Me: Yes, you said are you going to buy shoes, and I said Yes, Wedges. Wedges are a style of shoe. Plus, a golf club would look kind of weird tied around my leg.

Hubby: Well, sorry! When you say wedges, I automatically think golf.

Me: Actually, they are “Espadrille Wedges”

Hubby: Espa-What’s?

Me: I don’t know, that’s what they’re called.

Hubby: (giving up) How much do they cost?

3) I love you. I do.

Updated: I just got my mother's day flowers! I have to grovel now because Hubby remembered that Gerber Daisies are my favorite flowers in the whole world! Thank you!

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Ah, How times have changed

I have Desitin on my cell phone.

There used to be a time when I had make-up on my cell phone. Make-up? What’s that? Make-up is for those times when someone will actually see my face. Not happenin’ here – you see, for someone to see my face, I would actually have to leave the house.

There used to be a time when I would actually get calls from people on my cell phone. Everyone in the office knew my number and would call when they had a problem with something and I was out at a client. Friends used to call me to go have drinks, or to go out for dinner, or to go play tennis or softball or go for a walk. Now all I use my cell phone for is to call the Hubby and to take pictures of the Button.

What has happened to the old Kari? Ah, yes. She became a mommy.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

7 Months!

Button is 7 months old today!

Love you, Princess Poo Poo!

Mother's Day

Sunday was my first Mother's Day. I got a card, a flower, and free reign to go out and buy a couple of new outfits (ones that actually fit my post-pregnancy body).

I also got some perspective. We were sitting around with a bunch of our family and my father-in-law showed us some pictures that had been taken at the home place - the farm that has been in the family for generations. One of the pictures showed some well-worn little gravestones sitting out in a bunch of trees on the home place. Apparently my father-in-law's great-grandparents lost 8 of 9 children to diphtheria within a year and then buried them in the garden. His great-grandmother went crazy, but who could blame her?

All last week I sat around complaining because the Button wasn’t sleeping through the night. Wahhhh, Wahhhh, Wahhh… She’s not taking her naps. Wahhh, Wahhh, Wahhhh… After hearing that story on Mother’s Day, I have been thinking about how blessed I am to have a healthy, good-natured child. We have plenty of friends who are having trouble getting pregnant. We are also very blessed to live in a time where major epidemics are not the norm. Thank you God for giving such amazing abilities to the people creating these vaccinations. Thank You also for creating mothers (and fathers too, but this is a Mother’s Day post!) willing to nurture their children’s creativity and for supporting their educational aspirations.

I hope that I am able to be the kind of mother my daughter deserves... I pray that I have the strength to do the things that need to be done and the knowledge to know when to "hold 'em" (hugs and kisses) and when to "fold 'em" (letting go - giving independence). Alas, this concludes my first Mother's Day post, such that it is.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

I love it!


This is a picture of the nursery. I finished painting it 10 minutes ago and I abolutely LOVE it! I still need to paint some flowers above and do some touch-ups, but I am so excited!

This is why I do it

This morning the Hubby got up with the baby and took her downstairs while I tended to my new obsession (blogging). When I came into the room, Button dropped her toys, held her arms out to me and smiled. When I picked her up, she was so excited that she started flailing her arms and legs (think breaststroke without water ). This is my bonus, my pay raise, my good performance review and I wouldn't change it for the world.

Friday, May 12, 2006

Here fishy, fishy, fishy

Have you ever seen those little silver fish that you put on the back of your car? You know, the ones that signify that you are in fact a Christian and are willing to broadcast that fact to everyone that you meet? I think they are so cute - especially when you have the two big fish and the two little fish (or a fish for each child that you have - however many that may be). Unfortunately, I could never put those on my car. Not because I am not a Christian, because I am. No, I could never put those on my car because it would advertise the fact that I am a hypocrite. Here are some examples of why I will never be able to have fish on the back of my car:

Exhibit A: I am driving along a 4 lane highway, which eventually turns into 2 lanes. I get into the proper lane about a mile ahead of time and am patiently waiting for the traffic ahead of me to go, because as I said, everyone knows that the right lane ends, and since I am from the conservative midwest, everyone gets into the lane way in advance except for that one car... You know the one I am talking about - the one that is going 60 miles an hour in the right lane, passing everyone, talking on the cell phone and smoking. That person will swerve into your lane (without using a blinker) seconds before their lane ends. To avoid this, I tailgate the person in front of me and am bound and determined that I am NOT going to let this person in. They should have to wait in line just like the rest of us. Inevitably, I end up slowing down and letting them in, but not without my share of 4 letter words and bird flying.

Exhibit B: I am driving along a 4 lane highway, which eventually turns into 2 lanes. I am hurrying along in the right lane talking on my cell phone and I forget that the lane ends. I signal to be let in, and NO ONE will let me in. Seriously people… So I finally signal and cut someone off, in the mean time, waving and saying thank you at the person behind me who is flying the bird at me.

Ah yes, can you see the duplicity that is Kari? This is something that I am working on. I definitely do not want my daughter to see her mother flying the bird and saying four letter words. Maybe I should get some of those fish on the back of my car as a reminder to provide a good example for my daughter. If that is the case, then I am going to need to buy in bulk because I need lots of reminders.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

Deep? Thoughts

Hubby told me today that he likes to read my blog because he gets a chance to see what I am thinking about on any particular day, which begs the question – What do I think about each day? Well, it goes something like this (In chronological order):
1) God, is it really 6:00 already?
2) Maybe if I just hit the snooze once, zzzzzzzzz
3) ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz…
4) (Bang, BANG, Bang) HUH? (Me now sitting straight up in bed.) Oh, it’s just Hubby getting ready for work. Could he BE any louder? He’s going to wake the baby. (followed by some words that we probably don’t need to see here.)
5) God, I am tired.
6) Hmmm, Do I really need to go to Jazzercise today?
7) (after stepping on scale) – YES
8) I wonder when the Button is going to wake up.
9) Do I have time to eat breakfast before she wakes up?
10) Oh crap – she is awake and I am only half dressed without eating breakfast. Oh well…
11) (At Jazzercise – after probably swearing at many cars on the drive, which I probably shouldn’t write about) Pant, Pant, Pant… when is this going to be over…Think swimsuit…Pant, Pant, Pant.
12) I wonder if the Button is going to take her nap today.
13) I hope so – I would really like to drink some coffee in peace.
14) (Button falls asleep on the drive home from Jazzercise) - - hear that – it is complete silence. What should I do? Should I finish cleaning the kitchen? Do some laundry? Drink my coffee? Read a book?
15) Reading sounds good…
16) (Five minutes later – after just sitting down with a book and my coffee) Oh crap – is the Button awake already? – maybe she will go back to sleep if I ignore her for a minute….
17) Nope – that is her “getting worked up cry” – Crap – I had better go see if she will go back to sleep.
18) Nope, maybe she wants to play in her walker.
19) Nope, maybe she wants to sit on the floor.
20) Nope, maybe she is hungry.
21) Nope, maybe she wants to watch Max (our dog).
22) Nope, maybe she just wants me to hold her so that she can finish her nap.
23) Nope, maybe she wants me to stand on my head and dance a jig for entertainment, Oh yes, she is laugh- Oh,
24) Nope, God, how long til Hubby gets home from work?
25) 8 Hours? Crap!
26) Is today Wednesday? (Because on Wednesday my mother in law comes and watches Button while I run errands or whatever).
27) Nope.
28) (Sound of guzzling coffee).

And that concludes my morning thoughts (with only slight variations).

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Day of Firsts


Today was a very exciting day for us! The Button went to the zoo for the first time and also went to her first minor league baseball game! (It was also the first time she got to eat cereal in the back of our SUV and promptly smear it all over the carpet. And her first time smearing poop all over everything - But we are focusing on the positive today.)

Anyway, as we were sitting at the game today, I realized that I hadn't even thought of the fact that a foul ball could fly back and hit Button in the head. I voice my concerns to the hubster, who tells me that I am over reacting - after all, we are on the first base line, and we are pretty far back and all that. Well, what do you think happens? Yep - a foul ball is hit about 3 or 4 seats over from us. Picture both of us cowering with our hands, arms, bodies and water bottles (for batting the ball away, of course!), trying to protect Button's head. Nothing happened, and the ball ended up right under our seat - so we have a souvineer of the Button's first ball game (see picture above). I would rather have bought a dang ball and not had to have a mini freak-out session (and subsequent discussion about investing in Charmin stock so that I can wrap up the Button at all times to prevent injuries (hers) and heart attacks (mine)). Would we look like over-protective parents if we made the Button wear a bike helmut to baseball games?

Then, the mascot came over to us and tried to get me to give him a bite of my ice cream. Did you get that? He TRIED TO TAKE A BITE OF MY ICE CREAM!!!

What?

No - I don't think that it is irrational to yell at a thing with a head three times it's body size (and made of cloth and plastic) for trying to take my ice cream - I thought about bringing out my water bottle again, but this time to beat the mascot off my cone - I thought that might be a little traumatic for the other children at the game, so I held off.

People irl know that you don't mess with me and my ice cream. The hubby has come near to losing a finger for trying to take my ice cream.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Whine, Whine, Whine

We survived graduation. Barely. It was excruciating. There were about 18 senior graduates and about 18 8th grade graduates. The ceremony lasted over 2 hours. First came the slide show with a baby picture, about 3 elementary/junior high pictures, and then the senior picture of each graduate. Then the extra-curricular activities with pictures of the seniors in each activity... Geez... After the slide show, processional, benediction (there was a special vote by the seniors to be able to do the benediction during the ceremonyy), senior song (imagine crappy cheesy song about how sad it is to be leaving high school), saludatory address, something else boring, then the validictory address, then... dun, dun, dun... the class history. This is what kills me... they go through each year from kindergarten to senior and say the names of the people in the class, the teacher and some "funny" antecdote from the year. I have no idea why they do this. I do have the right to complain because I had the exact ceremony when I graduated from high school and I didn't understand why we said the class history back then. Anyway, my 8th grade brother did get his "diploma" and then we got to eat cake, so the day wasn't a complete loss.

God, this post sounds whiney. Can you tell the baby didn't sleep at all last night? Yes, with all the festivities at my parent's house, she fell asleep at 9, got woken up at 9:30. Went to sleep at again at around 9:45 and got woken up at around 10. Went to bed at 11:30 again and woke up 3 more times before 1:30. Not that people were at the house at 1:30, but apparently she doesn't like sleeping in strange places. She finally slept from 1:30 to 5:30 after we put her in her carseat. The super frustrating part is that she had been sleeping for 11 hours a couple of weeks ago, but has apparently decided that she likes seeing Mommy in the middle of the night again.

Whatever, I am done with what I will dub the Whiney Post. I promise to be more positive tomorrow. I am going to have another glass of whine (oops, I mean wine).

Friday, May 05, 2006

Our Weekend

So this weekend, we are going to my brother's 8th grade graduation. Yes, we still have them in my small (400 people) hometown. And yes, I do have a brother in 8th grade. I am 29 years old, and I have 3 brothers, 28, 15, and 14. Did you notice the 13 year gap? Something else interesting about me - my brother (I call him my big, little brother) and I are the same age for 11 days! Anyway, moving on...

I am also trying to finish the nursery here at home - yes, I realize that my daughter is 6 months old, but I am a procrastinator... Even worse, I am a procrastinator who doesn't really like to make decisions. So, I have finally (Yes, finally!) picked out my paint colors. I am going to have a purple chair rail* horizontally around the room and then purple, pink, green, blue and yellow stripes vertically below the rail. Above the rail, I am going to paint a few big flowers randomly throughout the room. All of this will coordinate with the quilt that I made my daughter while pregnant. YEAH!!! I hope to get the painting done this weekend and will try to post some pictures of the finished project.


* I use the term chair rail loosly as it is just a painted stripe around the room - this because I absolutely KNOW that I would not get an actual chair rail up in the next 3 years. That and the cost - paint is definitely cheaper!

Pictures


Here is a picture of the Button. I am trying to add one to my profile, so we will see what happens...

First Post - Transition to Stay at home Mom

Gaa, Gaa. Goo, Goo. Ma Ma? Ma Ma?

Oh wait! And people wonder why I think I need to have contact with the outside world. Anyway, I am a brand spankin’ new blogger. Why did I decide to blog? Well, I am not exactly sure, but it might have something to do with the first line above. Maybe I am seeking validation for some of the decisions I have made in my life. Maybe I just need a (captive?) audience to listen to my rants and questions. Maybe I am just bored. I don’t know…

My name is Kari and I am a wife and stay at home mom. (Hey – Is there a 12 step program for this?) Anyway, I am married and have a 6 month old daughter, I am calling her Button in this blog. We live in a moderate sized city smack dab in the middle of America. I have been staying home since January 27, 2006 and am trying to improve the experience for myself. It has been difficult for me because in my former life, I was a professional working between 40 and 60 hours a week (depending on the season). I loved the adrenaline rush of working fast and furious to meet a deadline and having something to show for your effort at the end of the day. Needless to say, I am struggling with the transition. And before anyone asks, it was my decision to stay home – my hubby had input, of course, but he kept telling me that I was the one that had to make the final decision.

Things I struggle with:
1) I do not need to provide constant mental stimulation for the baby 100% of the time when she is not sleeping – babies need down time, too.
2) Staying at home does not mean you are on vacation.
3) Keeping the house moderately clean.
4) Cleaning and then cleaning again and again and again are part of the job.
5) Nobody will notice said cleaning until the house looks bad, then will comment on lack of cleaning.
6) The number of things you have to get done in a day are inversely proportional to the hours that baby will nap.
7) To schedule baby or not to schedule baby, that is the question… (probably too late now, but still…)

Until next time….