Archive | January, 2008

>Last Night at the Ho-Temple

26 Jan

>So our stuff won’t be here until Thursday, but we’re outta this place on Monday night! The only reason we’re waiting until Mondayy is because our new house won’t have a fridge until Tuesday. So we’re waiting. But after last night, believe me, we were ready to go!

So Friday night is apparently party night at the ho-temple. We may have a non-smoking room, but that doesn’t mean the lovely smell of cigarette smoke doesn’t waft into your neck of the woods when seemingly every OTHER room in the hotel is being smoked in. So that was nice. This morning, the elevator smelled like cigarette smoke, booze, and pickles. Not so sure where the pickles came from, but I can just imagine a bunch of shirtless vagabonds partying it up in the elevator with their smokes, beer, and a big jar of Vlasics.

The walls here are not insulated at all, which means that you can hear everything going on above, below, and on either side of you. To make things worse, our room is directly in front of the elevator (which smells of pickles). Last night, there was a rather raucous party going on in the room next to us and we came to find out that the front desk closes at 6:00 pm. Naturally. So any late-night noise complaints go unheard and I’m not about to tell my shirtless neighbors to please be quiet.

**RANDOM SIDE NOTE**

There was just a commercial for this product. Just what everyone needs–a gun rack for the side of your bed! I am definitely in the South…

**BACK TO YOUR REGULARLY-SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING**

So anyway, after the party died down, we were about to go to sleep when our phone started ringing. Sam answered it and someone who spoke very little English requested “a lady who used to live there.” Sam told them they had the wrong number. He comes back to bed. The phone rings again and Sam tells them the same thing. Returns to bed. The phone rings again and Sam tells them to please stop calling. Comes back to bed. The phone rings again. Sam disconnects the line.

Around 3:00 am, we hear a thunk and see that Clark has fallen out of the bed. Sam gets into bed with Clark so as to prevent any future brain damage.

Around 5:00, we hear an alarm clock buzzing. Is it ours? Of course not! It would belong to our next-door, hard-partying neighbors. Who are sleeping through their alarm. Sam bangs on the wall and they turn off their alarm.

Around 5:30, we hear Mariachi music through the walls.

It was quite the night. We went to Sam’s Club and bought an air mattress today and now I just want to INFLATE it. And NOT at the ho-temple.

>Living at the Ho-temple

25 Jan

>Clark calls our “hotel” (yeah, the quotation marks are deliberate…) the “ho-temple.” Given the very classy lady Sam saw with an older gentleman our first night here, he may not be too far off…

Which makes it REALLY good news that we found a really cute little house to rent. The lady’s renting to us month-to-month and is letting us paint the baseboards in lieu of a security deposit. So HOORAY! Hopefully we’ll be out of the ho-temple by Monday.

>We’re Here, Y’all!

24 Jan

>We actually got in yesterday, but we were in such a daze after everything that this is the first time where I don’t feel like my head is spinning! After missing our plane on Tuesday, getting a 1 1/2-ish-hour nap, then travelling all night and then home-hunting all day yesterday…well, it’s been an adventure!

Travelling with two children in the middle of the night wasn’t fun, but it went better than expected–at least my kids were not the ones screaming inconsolably on the airplane! My child WAS the one, however, who told a nice man in Louisiana that his teeth were gone. The man said, “Yeah, my teeth are all gone,” and Clark said, “Well, maybe you should get some more!” We then decided to have a nice dinner last night which Clark refused to eat and where Meredith discovered the joy of screaming. We were a little frazzled, to say the least.

Now, I can say this without getting a panicky phone call from my dad because I know he doesn’t read my blog, but we don’t necessarily feel 100% safe in our lovely extended stay hotel–it seems like a lot of super-classy-looking people have turned their visits into very extended stays (i.e. they live here). A bunch of shirtless men were playing hide and seek in our hallway last night. So, needless to say, our door is locked, bolted, and safety-latched and we’re hoping to get out of here sooner rather than later. We found a house that looks very promising yesterday (we’re going to see it in a little bit) and another one popped up in the newspaper this morning that I want to take a look at.

So that’s our update! I’m off to get dressed and am hoping the hide-and-seekers are asleep and hung over this morning when we leave our hotel room!

>Where in the World is Team Awesome??

22 Jan

>If you’re wondering where we are, that’s an excellent question! Right now, we’re supposed to be on an airplane to Louisiana. Are we? No!

Traveling with kids is quite the adventure. When making reservations for a long flight, you’re faced with the dilemma–do you get to your location early, but leave early? Or do you leave at a more reasonable time and get in at an ungodly hour? We opted for the early-departure option. This meant that we had to leave the house by 6:30 this morning.

We-ell, that is quite the task when you’re transporting two small children and everything you may need for yourself and those two children for a period of 1-3 weeks with you. Plus two carseats. Plus a double stroller. A diaper bag. A laptop. Toys. Treats. How about a Xanax?

Anyway, our flight was supposed to leave at 7:55 and we got there at 7:15. We ran in and they told us we were too late, the gate was closed there was nothing they could do, that we have to be there 35 minutes before our flight leaves. Well, Bucko, we had 40 minutes, but no. “There is nothing we can do.” Once we got home, we got on the Continental website and it says the gates close 30 minutes before the scheduled flight time.

So we’re taking a red-eye tonight at 11:55. This will be nothing if not a fun adventure! Hopefully, we’ll all get a good nap and then the kids will sleep on the flight tonight. We shall see.

On a cuter note, here are some pics of our visit here in Seattle! We’ve had such a fun time and we’re so glad that we were able to come up here for a few days before heading to Louisiana. Especially since our stuff isn’t supposed to be there for at least another week, so we would’ve been living friendless and family-less (that’s TOTALLY a word!) in our ghetto extended-stay hotel. When we first got here, we were walking to Sam’s dad’s deli in a total Norman Rockwell moment, holding hands and walking down the sidewalk in the picturesque historic part of a big city when Clark said, “It’s nice to have family!” It sure is.

>Moving Day 2: Goodbye to the Happy House!

17 Jan

>So we’re out. We’re homeless. But at least it’s homeless in a fun way and not in a sipping-booze-from-a-bottle-in-a-brown-paper-bag way. We decided to spend the night again at Marcie’s house instead of staying at the hotel in SLC and I’m glad we did–driving to Salt Lake tonight would have been YET another thing to do.

So what happened today? The highlights include 1 diaper blow-out, minus any extra outfits, which resulted in one white-trashy trip to K-mart to buy a white-trashy K-mart baby outfit. 1 torn fingernail, resulting in 1 box of Snoopy Bandaids because they were the cheapest ones I could find at the grocery store. 1 almost-parking ticket and 1 threat from a police officer to the movers to have the truck packed up in two more hours or to get a ticket. One chewing-out from the next-door neighbor regarding said truck. 1 decision to never live on a busy road (let alone with a short, steep driveway) ever again. 1 getting-stuck incident in my friend’s driveway after dropping off Clark for the day. Several spider carcasses swept out of the garage. 150 boxes loaded onto a truck and I didn’t have to do any of them.

What else? Hmmmm…it was a balmy 17 degrees today. I guess Utah is cold in January; who knew?? 🙂 We went to Costa Vida one last time and said goodbye to Sam’s brother and then said goodbye to the house one last time. You know, we only lived there a few months, but it felt more like home than where we’d lived for three years prior. I’m not really a touchy-feely vibey kind of person (at least not in the way of the lesbian massage therapist who once told me my back hurt because my yin and yang were out of balance), but I think our house was a happy house; it had good vibes. It was kooky and weird with the rust and orange and red and green carpets (not all in the same room, thank goodness!) and the turquoise kitchen and the macabre-ish bathroom, but…I can’t exactly nail the feeling down more than just saying it was a happy house. And for us, it was.

>Moving Day 1: A Mover Named Elvis

16 Jan

>So it’s begun! Today, a guy came and unhooked our washer and dryer and then three United Van Line employees came to pack up all our stuff. Last night was a little rough–I made it to bed around 2 am after trying to get everything organized and our bags all packed before my back seized up as a result of lifting a too-heavy DI box in and out of the van. And our bags weren’t even packed. So I was a little panicky this morning. But by the time Elvis (yes, his name really is Elvis) and his crew got there and I got our suitcases packed and Clark was playing at Hannah and Leah’s house and Meredith was taking a nap, I was just blissfully watching someone else pack up all my stuff and realizing that I DIDN’T HAVE TO DO IT! After we moved less than 6 months ago, the thought of moving again literally made me ill, but it’s not so bad when someone else does all the dirty work for you. I just happily followed them around with a bottle of Windex and a rag. Sam, on the other hand, had a rough day as he watched all of his many, MANY treasures being packed in a way that he wouldn’t pack them. It’s an exercise in many virtues for the most anal man alive to watch someone handle his personal belongings.

Tonight, we had a yummy, relaxing dinner with our friends Marcie and Matt who have been SO generous and have let us spend the night in their guest bedroom. They’ve offered to let us stay tomorrow night as well and we may take them up on it–we have run a cost-benefit analysis on staying in a hotel near the airport vs. spending the night in Provo.

So yeah…that’s about it. If you drove along 900 E. today and cursed the semi truck that was blocking the right lane, sorry. It’ll be there again tomorrow. 🙂

>Baby Meredith is 7 Months Old!

14 Jan

>So I’m typing this from our new laptop and I haven’t installed our photo software on it yet, so I’ll have to post a picture when I get to it. The laptop isn’t anything fancy, but it’ll help us keep in touch, especially when we’re transporting ourselves to the other side of the country.

So yes, Babes is 7 months old! I know I say this every month, but I can’t believe it. I really cannot believe how quickly these last few months have gone by. She recently discovered her tongue and likes to lick her food rather than have a spoon in her mouth. She also appears to be a rather social baby; Clark was always more interested in adults than other babies, but she’s fascinated by other babies.

As far as Clark goes, I’ve really gone back and forth about whether I want to share this story or not because a) some may see it as crude and b) I’m not sure what kind of strange traffic it will attract to my blog, but I’ve decided to post it and then keep my eye on it. This morning, I was getting him ready for church when he came up to me and started patting my chest. He said, “Mommy, I love your boobies. They’re soft and clean and safe.” I just about died laughing. Hop in line, kid–you’re not the only one! Sometimes when I’m nursing Meredith in the middle of the night (while I’m lying on my side), I feel like a dog or a pig that you see in movies with all the little baby dogs or pigs suckling on them. It works wonders for my self esteem. Yes indeedy, Mommy’s boobies are quite the hit at our house.

>My Baby Boy is 3!

10 Jan

>So today is Clark’s 3rd birthday. I had grand visions of a birthday party with friends and all that jazz, but it didn’t happen. Instead, we got our travel money from Sam’s company, so I spent a good portion of the day making plane reservations, hotel reservations, car reservations, mental hospital reservations. You know. In exactly one week, we will be homeless and I’m trying not to think about it!

Anyway, all in all, we actually did have a good day. When Clark woke up from his nap this afternoon, we went to Noodles and Company one last time so he could get the Macaroni and Cheese one last time (and I could sneak a bite here and there. Seriously–best Macaroni and Cheese EVER!) Then we got some balloons and came home and had cake and ice cream and opened presents. SOMEONE got extra spoiled this year by Grandma J., especially considering his presents from us weren’t even wrapped. I know, I know. I’m the worst mom ever.

So…since part of my goal for blogging is to have a centralized place for my life stories, here’s Clark’s birth story. Feel free to skip, although it’s a pretty good one! Meredith’s birth was completely routine, so I’m sorry, Baby Girl, that your birth story (and probably those of any future siblings you may have) will always be eclipsed by your brother’s!

From even before I was pregnant, I was convinced that I would have a boy first and felt that way through the entire beginning of my pregnancy. I was sure. At 14 weeks, we had had a few issues and had an ultrasound at the hospital with an ultrasound tech. He told me that it was too early to tell and that I shouldn’t go buy baby clothes based on that early of an ultrasound, but he thought it was a boy. That made me even more certain that I was having a boy, so I ran with it.

When I was 22-23 weeks pregnant with Clark, I went in for the standard “make sure the baby’s healthy” ultrasound. We did all the standard stuff and then the doctor asked if I wanted to know what we were having. I told him we did and he said it was…a girl! He got multiple shots and I was so shocked that he even drew a little diagram on one of my ultrasound pictures that shows what girl parts look like and what boy parts look like and why these parts were girl parts. I think I secretly wanted a girl, so I ran with it. Girl clothes. Girl name (Olivia). Girly baby shower.

At 30 weeks, I remember sitting in the room where we kept our computers, The Apprentice on in the background, looking at the ultrasound pictures and thinking, “You know, I’m not totally convinced this is a girl.” But my doctor was the medical professional and he was 97% sure the baby was a girl. So I kept running with it.

The last 6 weeks or so of my pregnancy were awful (but then, aren’t they always??) I walked around dilated 3-4 centimeters for about 5 weeks. The crappy thing about being dilated or having a lot of contractions, I learned, is that it does not always mean impending labor. I woke up every morning wondering if that day would be the day and it never was. To make matters worse, my sister, who was due 3 weeks behind me, developed pre-eclampsia and it looked like she might have her baby before me. She says I told my other sister Holley some very mean things, so either Holley was creating drama or I was in a hormone-induced state of insanity and have no recollection of saying those mean things. Anyway, on my due date, my sister found out she was being induced the next Tuesday. I was not happy. She was NOT having her baby before me, so I called my doctor in complete hysterics, BEGGING him to induce me. His nurse told me they call that the “CGOs” (Can’t Go Ons). I definitely had a serious case of the CGOs. We went into make sure that my conditions were favorable for an induction and was told that I had a 7-pound, head-down baby girl who would be here soon.

That Sunday (two days before my sister’s induction), we arrived at the hospital bright and early. I remember that it was unseasonably warm for January and that I seriously over-packed; I was hauling a laptop in a big bag that clanged every time I took a step. Sam thought it was rather ominous. They admitted me, got me hooked up to some Pitocin, and we watched Roxanne. They brought me breakfast, but I wasn’t allowed to eat it (not that I wanted to), so Sam dined on French toast and sausage. I thought the smell of it was going to make me puke. After he ate, he went into the bathroom and my water suddenly broke. After that, the contractions became infinitely worse and Groundhog Day became infinitely more annoying (if you think that’s not possible, well, it is.)

Right then, my doctor came to break my water only to learn that he’d missed Sunday School in vain because I’d done the job for him. He told the nurse to, among other things, insert an internal scalp monitor on the baby (they attach a little wire to the baby’s skull). While she was feeling around for the baby’s head, she suddenly got a weird look on her face and said, “Something’s not right!” and ran out of the room. She came back a few minutes later with an ultrasound machine and discovered that the baby was breech. Since my water had already broken, there wasn’t an option of turning the baby and IHC doesn’t deliver single breech babies, so we had to do a c-section. They upped my epidural and rolled me into the operating room in what seemed like just a few minutes. I wasn’t expecting to feel as doped-out as I did, so I didn’t pay as much attention as I should have and definitely wasn’t all there. After a few minutes of pushing and pulling, the doctor said, “Um, Olivia has an extra appendage!” Everyone in the OR started laughing and I couldn’t figure out why my baby having an extra arm was so funny. And then I realized what he meant and I said, “You’ve gotta be kidding me. You’ve gotta be KIDDING me!” He was not kidding me.

Everyone ran off to take care of him when the nurse told me, “Kate, your baby’s huge!” I just hung out in drugged-out bliss while my reproductive organs were manually inspected when she came back in and said, “He’s over 9 pounds!” So yeah, my head-down, 7-lb. girl ended up being, well, not that way! Then they brought him in and he was so squirmy and sad and cute and I fell in love with him instantly and any preconceptions or imaginations of a baby girl disappeared.

We’re so lucky to have him. The kid is hilarious and makes us laugh every day (yeah, you all say that about your kids, but MINE is the funniest! 😉 ). Three years have gone by too fast, but he’ll always be my baby. Happy birthday, Clarkie!



>To All You Local Yocals!

9 Jan

>So it looks like the movers are coming on Tuesday to pack things up and they’re loading up the truck on Wednesday. We’re not allowed to bring any perishable food or cleaning supplies, so if anyone needs and/or wants anything from my fridge or cleaning closet, have at it! Call, email, or just stop by and you can raid my stash. Some of the highlights are baby back ribs, super lean ground beef, chicken breasts, chicken thighs, frozen juice, eggs, a variety of sauces, condiments, and dressings.

>The Long-Awaited Hair Pictures

8 Jan

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Okay, bear in mind that nothing makes me feel dorkier than taking a picture of myself. And that I’m putting this out there for ALL the world to see. AND that if I use the flash, every tired under-eye circle and zit shows up, but if I don’t use the flash, my hair still looks blonde. So…anyway…this is an awkward moment for me, but I’m doing it because I love you all. Okay, maybe not all of you, but most of you. 😉