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| our crib in the frozen hood |
I have showered and gotten dressed every day this weekend which is against my religion (I'm a Pajama-ist). After peeling off my jeans, I am thinking about how ironic it is that when I was in my teens and twenties, able to wear anything and look good, baggy was in style: oversized Champion sweatshirts, flannel shirts, carpenter pants, and bulky sweaters were cool. On Wednesday I will officially hit my mid-thirties and now that I am somehow both pear
and apple shaped, skin tight denim and thin leggings abound. You know it's bad when you contemplate wearing Spanx to workout.
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| Snow White and Super Belle walk into a bar... |
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| even fairies need naps |
Norelle started swimming lesson at the U of M through
Learn to Swim. As there are only 3 kids in her class, she gets lots of individualized
attention. She was nervous prior to class so I gave her a mantra which she kept
repeating to herself,
“I am safe and I can do this! I am safe and I can to this!”.
She loved her lesson and trusts the teacher to keep her safe. Tomorrow,
she has her five year check up and I hear the shots are ex-ten-sive, a fact which I have not mentioned to her. It's gonna be ROUGH! Here is a conversation we had this week:
Nori: Momma, what does inedible mean?
Me: It means something you can’t eat
Nori: Oh. What does outedible mean?
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| playing with Aunt Jaimie |
Every night at bedtime while I am cuddling Henny, I quiz her
asking her to say different words or point out different body parts. One sure
way to get her to do something is to say don’t do it. So I said, "whatever you
do, don’t raise you arms” and of course she raised her arms. Then I said, “whatever
you do, don’t kick your feet” and she kicks her feet. I added, as a joke,
“whatever you do, don’t toot!”... sure enough she tenses up her whole body and
lets out a huge toot. I laughed thereby reinforcing this
behavior. Being the ham that she is, she now toots on command to entertain the
crowd. I am turning her in to Henny Boo Boo.
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| an original Nori Seltz |
My dad is out of the hospital after a five day "tune-up", as he
calls it. Turns out he has a clot in his portal vein which is causing his liver
to clog (medical term) and ammonia to build up in his body. All this and pancan, too! He is home again doing very well! I am only driving him slightly bonkers checking in!
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| match.com |
In a related note, I have been having major anxiety (or
angcite as I once saw it spelled) this week. Instead of freaking out over the real
things going on my life, I panic when I look at a huge pile of unmatched socks.
Or I start worrying about my in-laws remodeling their kitchen
next year. Yes, I know this is weird, displaced anxiety and the least I do could is focus on poverty, famine, or global warming but no, it's socks. I am trying to cope
by doing yoga and meditation (don't worry, I am not going to get a Namaste bumper sticker). I went through a very similar episode when my
mom was sick and also when my feet were really bad. Anxiety, it's my thing.
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| hands off, he's all mine |
Happy Birthday to all the January birthdays out there: Papa Michael
turned 81, Aunt Jaime turned 25,
Grandma Sylvia is 91, and Wendy is about 50-ish, and of course this old hag will hit 35 this week.
I have my whole birthday planned: day off of work, coffee with Missy, yoga, 1.5
hour massage, nap, watch Nori at ballet, Punch pizza with my family, and snow
cones for dessert. I even picked out my gifts because I am an ungrateful B a take charge
person. Jake planned
a real date and even got a babysitter for Friday night. What a guy!
