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July 29, 2003
7-29-03
30 weeks pg - 10 more to go. G is 2 1/2 and all is well in our household.
1st things 1st, I'd like to comment on iParenting. It seems it always comes down to this doesn't it? I decided to write an entry today, different than my usual twice month thing because I know that there aren't many diary writers anymore because 1) they graduated and never got moved 2)lost interest 3) frustrated - many are still waiting for their main pictures to be posted. I am fortunate that I don't need to be moved right now, but I have developed a group of friends - diary writers and simply readers of diaries - and we are all tired of hearing promises from iParenting that they will organize the diaries. I have even emailed them on their behalf and have not received any responses. I love keeping my diary but, like everyone else, find that things need to be done around here. Some serious housekeeping needs to be done. On more than one occasion I have asked iParenting if there's anything I can do (as I know other's have) and once they asked if I wanted to 'donate' my time. No, I have a life and a job. But, I would have been more than willing if I were to get paid to help. We all know how much work needs to be done. So, it looks like it's time for a diary-writer outcry. I hate being the one to start it, but does anyone not agree that things need to be updated?????
On to other things. Last year a woman followed me into my driveway. She was a new neighbor introducing herself to me. She is a few years younger but also married to an older man, who is a retired Lt. Col like my husband. We hit it off right away. We had a lot in common. She has a 5 year old daughter and her husband has two married kids in their 20s. Frequently in the last year we have swapped dinners and done things together. We have babysat for each other, shared pots and pans etc. We really got to be good friends. Well, they decided to move to Florida last month. I've been upset over it as we had become such good friends. She is from Turkey and at first can seem insensative and strange. But, once you understand her and her inflections then you understand her language barrier difficulties. They have this little poodle-like dog. IT could be a miniature poodle. But, it's hyper as hell. Everytime we came over, they'd have to put him in his crate. Well, huer husband had to start his new job last week and drove down a huge U-haul truck and started moving in. My girl-friend had to finish a couple of college courses prior to moving and stayed in their 'unsold' house intending on leaving next week. I invited her and her daughter for dinner several times, have taken food over there and offered all services she might need, including sleeping at our house and making herself at home. She declined the offer but knew I was there for her. She called me last Friday after work and told me her DH (well call him T) was driving back from Florida - his son was killed in a traffic accident. Of course, I didn't really understand and had to ask her again. Apparently (although it was a brief explanation) he was walking on the street and a car, who was passing another car, hit him and killed him. He was 25. I felt so bad for her and her husband. He was married and had a child. T arrived home on Saturday (with help from his brother who had driven a car down for him) adn they called to ask if we could dogsit. Of course, I said 'of course.' They came by Sunday morning, dropped off the dog and headed North 4-5 hours for the funeral.
The Dog
The dog has actually been great. Our 2 dogs love it. It's so small compared to our 60 lb dogs. G chases it around and it reminds me of the rodeo, when they tie a ribbon on a calf's tail and the kids chase it. This dog is quick. He is a bit spoiled and tries to sleep on the bed, sit on the couch, makes flying leaps from the furniture. I've caught him on the kitchen table eating G's cereal and walking around the dining room table. He's quite a jumper. But, G loves it. This dog is just his size. G's also becoming a tattle-tale. He's learning that from school. By that, I mean he's inflecting his voice when he says something - "Daddy won't give me my ___." "The dog's eating my cereal/yogurt/cereal bar..." "The dog has my ball." It's kind of funny the way he says it. He loves the dog's crate and throw's all his toys in there and I found a couple of my dresses in there this morning. He pushes it around like a car and tries to make the dog get in it. The dog has peed a couple of times - which is probably our fault since we can't leave him outside with the big dogs. We have an electric fence and this dog would run away. We had bad thunderstorms yesterday so we put him in the basement. We let him run around because I didn't want him to be confined to his cage. It has been nice to have him around. Our dogs are getting old and I think when one dies, I think I'd like to get a small dog, more inside than outside. They are so cute.
Other stuff
I spent both Saturday and Sunday visiting my parents. Dh and I went up Saturday to a little festival/carnival they were having at my dad's nursing home. We actually had a good time and they let G win at every game, even the one where they throw darts at balloons. After about 30 throws the attendant threw a dart at the same time and popped a balloon. G was throwing like a champ, but he couldn't throw hard enough to pop the balloons. The tips of the darts would bounce right off the balloons. IT was hot though, in the 90s. Sunday, I drove up again and we had to go to another fair/festival for the hospital's 50th anniversary. My grandfather was a founding father of the hospital and he and my mother (a nurse) performed the first surgery there. She was on the news a few days earlier as "the hometown hero" picked by the hospital's administrator as their spokesperson. She talked about that first emergency surgery done the night before the opening day. It was done very well. The fair was fun, but way too crowded and hot. G won lots of prizes (or his cousin did for him) and enjoyed himself. He got really thirsty and cranky so we left. The drinks and food were free, but they were at the end of the booths and there wasn't much left. WE went and got lemonade at the drive through adn headed home. Meanwhile, DH and his son were "bonding" prior to my stepson leaving for 9 weeks. They saw a movie and went to eat pizza with Dh's 2 daughters. My stepson is probably on a greyhound bus today on his way to Ft. Leonard Wood.
The 50th anniversary preparations:
My brother and his family arrive Sunday in preparation for the festivities this weekend. Most the other family members arrive on Thursday. Friday, we are taking the day off to go to Holiday World, in Santa Clause, Indiana. It's a great park with awesome waterpark - free parking and FREE soft drinks all day. I look forward to seeing my neices and nephews that I don't get to see much.
I think I mentioned my bonus ultra sound last wednesday. That went well and we got a great picture of Owen's 'sack.' So, he's definitely a "he." Of course we knew that 2 months ago. I've almost completed everything in preparation for him. 90% of his clothes, diapers, and accessories are washed. I still have to buy a pack of disposable diapers but really that's it. HE room is clean and I am ready. I am still waiting for a car seat but I have one in reserve in case he comes early. But, I won't count on that.
That's it.
Anne, G and Owen (edd 10-7-03)
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