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Tuesday, June 30th, 2009

Last week I brought Camper with me to piano lessons.  My students had been asking to meet him, and although I knew he’d be a huge distraction, I brought him and La La along to help so that I’d actually be able to teach.  Speedracer had his lesson first so that he could play with the baby, and while I was teaching Ballerina I looked over to see Camper CRAWL.  For the first time.  It was fast and furious, and in the direction of a basketball toy that Speedracer brought out to show him.  He then spend half an hour laughing harder than I’ve ever heard him laugh as Speedracer popped the teeny basketball into the air trying to get it into the teeny basket.

The next few days were rather difficult.  Camper had felt the freedom but couldn’t quite get it together again.  He was overthinking it.  He fussed a LOT, wanted us to help but wanted to get around on his own.  Poor baby.  He finally got it together at church while John and I were teaching our primary lesson.  One minute I was trying to get him to eat some banana and the next he was crawling under the table towards Daddy.  The last few days have been quite interesting, full of actually using the baby gates we purchased a couple of months ago, moving things that could fall on him and watching him get rug burn on his baby knees as he explores the living room. Today he crawled over to the corner in the living room by the door and just gabbed away happily, looking at me every couple of minutes as if trying to say, “Look at me!  I’m in a new corner!”

I can’t believe he’s finally crawling.  I don’t know if he’s super late, but he was definitely later than the other babies we know.  I wasn’t worried, actually I just enjoyed the freedom of plunking him down on the floor and going to make his noodles without fear of him falling down a staircase or getting himself trapped under the couch.  No more.  He even crawls around in his crib, which is completely novel to me.  I love going in and seeing what part of the crib he’s decided to curl up in before falling asleep.

It’s a whole new phase. Welcome to crawling.

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Monday, June 29th, 2009

In one sentence, the reason I have not watched Real World in years:

“I’m making out with Courtnee and Bronne’s making out with her mom!”

This show is truly disturbing.  They bring a bunch of kids together at a time in their life that they are MOST likely to make big mistakes, drown them in alcohol and give them a job they aren’t even remotely qualified to do (which used to be something that added something to the community, and now is just anothe place to drink) and then film their every move.  Did I mention the communal showers and the fact that everyone is talking about WHEN not IF people will start to cheat on their boyfriends and girlfriends.  This show is insulting to true human relationships. Was it always this bad? Or am I just old(er) now?

Guess I’ll just watch something else while folding laundry next time.

PS I especially like the girl who got the ‘promise ring piercing,” because it means more than a real ring because you can’t take it off.  Well, you know what would REALLY symbolize commitment to someone else?  Not cuddling with, drinking with, and flirting with other men the first day you are away from the man you love.

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Sunday, June 28th, 2009

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So John and I had our first weekly “financial” meeting.  This is something we agreed on last week when we set up our weekly budget and our budget calendar.  We write the amount of money we have to spend on Sunday, then deduct as we go through the week and write what we spent money on.  This week: grocery shopping, a birthday card for a friend and the pharmacy.  The ending total for this week: $20.  $20 left we COULD have done something with, but didn’t.  How cool is that?

Awesome.

So how hard was it?

Hmmm…

Well, I spend no money at all on Monday/Tuesday, and then went grocery shopping with John on Wednesday night.  It was actually kind of fun/romantic to go together.  Bubbs was asleep and my Mom and Dad listened for him (he didn’t wake up) and so we went on our own.  Held hands.  Made fun of the locals who go grocery shopping with their butts hanging out.*

Since I’ve moved here, I’ve started to shop the sales and use coupons a litle more, and often it requires me to go to different stores.  I’m starting to really like shopping with coupons.  My friend Emily sends me coupons for diapers and stuff in the mail from time to time (I love her, what an awesome way to say, “I’m thinking of you”) and we pull a few out of the paper.  This week we went to three different stores, although I think we can probably cut it down to two in the near future.  We made a list and stuck to it, and then just went without anything we forgot, putting in on the list for next week.  (Of course…it DOES help that my mother scopes out my list for things to add to hers.  Case in point: Paremesean Shake Cheese.  So I guess I’ll cross that one OFF my list for next week and just replenish the whole wheat tortillas I’ve been snacking on instead.  We’re food sharers around here.)

As for activities, we did a few things that required no money at all: the library, scouting out local activities, walking and swinging in the backyard.  I found that I had a lot more time at home this week for cooking the Bubbs good food, cleaning my home, studying for the GRE, and just being less frazzled.  I also started to do some serious research and am proud to say that I’ve got a few FREE activities lined up for the kiddo, as well as some plans to use library passes for the museums around here again.  I was a little anxious about the weekend, as after the food shopping and everything used up all of our budget except for $25.  I figured, “we can buy some cheap food for that much, eat some junk, have some fun.”  But it turned out that when it came down to it, we weren’t that interested.  If it weren’t for the grinders my Dad brought home on Thursday (thanks, Dad!) I would have gone one entire week without eating out.  And I think I would have survived.  I guess we’ll see this week.

Ok, some my big “learnings” from the first week of budgeting are as follows:

1) We survived without running to the grocery store every night.  We ate what we had, we made meal plans and shopping lists for this coming week, and no one starved to death.  Even when we had the chance to eat out, we opted to eat at home anyway.  When I was going to run into the store one night and grab a frozen pizza for dinner, I couldn’t bring myself to do it thinking about all the food we had at home.  Who knew such a change of heart would come to be?

2) We still had a really good Saturday.  We went to the library as a family, we took a long walk and got sodas with ICE and STRAWS (my favorite, bought with random change laying around…) and we cleaned the car.  It’s funny, when we were less focused on what to BUY on the weekend, our Saturday became about taking care of what we already had.  Imagine that.  It felt good.  I actually really had fun detailing the car with my husband, the radio playing, Bubbs taking a nap, enjoying a rare moment of sunshine.  It just felt peaceful and good.  Especially compared to last week when we drove out to the mall in NY and felt rushed, annoyed and generally stressed out.

3)  I didn’t feel deprived.  When I thought about buying something, I didn’t just say “no.”  I went to check it out.  On Friday my Mom and I went to the fabric store to see what it would cost to make some skirts I’ve been wanting to make.  I left my credit card and bank card on the counter in the kitchen, and off we went.  I looked at prices of patterns and fabric, found a few cute things I could make for the Bubbs, and just generally thought it over.  I decided that although sewing COULD be very cost effective if you intended to use a pattern more than once…it’s not the time to start a new hobby.  I can do just as well shopping the sales if and when I really need a new skirt.  As for right now…I’m fine.

4)  If you’re patient, you’ll find what you need.  I’ve spent a little over a week looking for a way to take Bubbs swimming…affordably.  If he were older I would have NO PROBLEM spending a little more money on a pool membership or lessons, but because I have no idea how often we’ll go, I wanted CHEAP.  I went to two or three places, asked some friends and went online, and ended up getting him a membership at the YMCA.  $3 a month.  That’s it.  I can take him swimming every day if I want for just $3 a month, not extra charge for me to go with him.  It was EXACTLY what I was looking for.  It took a little investigative work, but it worked out.

5)  I feel less anxious about money in general.  So we still have some debt.  So we’re not rich.  So we still have a few years before we get all the way through school and have careers that will help us afford more of our “wants,” but you know what?  I feel BETTER about that when we’re on a budget.  I feel like we’re doing what we can, and that it’s enough to get us through.

6)  You have more time.  I think we spend a lot of time adding things to our life instead of enjoying/taking care of what we already have.  We read books we already had.  We listened to music we already had.  Bubbs spent less time in the stroller at the mall and more time learning to crawl and dance (both his big acheivements of the week).  I had more time to study and more time to work on goals like making menus and making better food.  I had more time to rest.  I also feel more a part of our community, a result of taking walks and interacting with people instead of looking for things.

So here’s to week two.  Hope it stays this easy…

*Seriously, John saw this guy struggling to open a jar of pickles at our “value” grocery store.  The one we go to because it’s WAY cheap and you can get GOOD STUFF for NO MONEY…but have to buy your own bags and put a quarter in the cart as a deposit and put up with the locals.  But ANYWAY…he was going to help him open the pickles but then he saw that his ENTIRE BUTT was hanging out.  So he didn’t.  I saw it later and it stopped me in my tracks.  A BUTT.  IN THE GROCERY STORE.  I mean, not just crack, the whole shabang.  John said later, “I was really confused as to why he would bother to wear a belt at all if he was just going to let his pants hang down like that.”  I said, “I’m sorry, I was to distracted by his GIANT NAKED CRACK to see that he was wearing a belt.”

Swimmy Scoundrals and Other Complete Misses

Friday, June 26th, 2009

So my Mom and I wanted “something to do” this afternoon.  We didn’t want to spend money, so we did some investigative work instead.  What I learned was:

Pools are expensive, yo.  Even the one I THOUGHT was $35 a year is apparently $35 before they will allow me to pay the $44 for eight swim classes.  Seriously, I ask of you, what is my 9 month old child going to RETAIN from a “class”? I’m sure he’ll always remember that the woman named Patty in the red swimsuit taught him to blow bubbles and kick his legs.  He’s not at the age where you can tell him, “Kick your legs.”  I’m not even sure if he knows that those things dangling from his torso are CALLED legs.  So that’s $35 + $44 + a pain in my rear.

But if I want to JUST have a pool membership for him so that I can go try to get him to kick his legs on my own, it’s $35 + MORE money for me to go in with him.  Because I am a separate person.  Neveryoumind that if I put him in the water alone he will DROWN to DEATH.  Extortion I tell you.

The other places are all quite a bundle for a “season pass.”  I’m not sure I’ll go enough to make use of a multi-hundred dollar season pass.  I just want to pay a reasonable amount of money to take my child and dip him in a large(ish) body of water once a week so that he learns to swim. We’re talking…20 minutes a pop.

Arg.

What do YOU do for swimmy time with your pre-toddler?  I think I may have to just go to the beach.  I can walk from my Auntie’s house and then it’s FREE.  Except for all the chocolate soft-serve…And the two and a half hour drive…

Oh, and PS!  I am totally shocked at the lack of playgroups in my immediate area.  The only one I found was 45 minutes away.  I thought there might be some “unadvertised” groups at the local churches.  So I hit a few up.  The Church of Christ (or whatever that castley one is…) told me to go to the Methodists, who told me “We don’t have anything like that,” and they both told me the Episcopalian congregation around these parts is rather elderly.  There weren’t any Catholics around today (except for one, he was praying, we did not interrupt) and so now I’m back where I started.  No swimming.  No playgroups.  Watch there be a swinging toddler scene at the Episcopalian Church and I’m missing out because I was told they were too old and I couldn’t find their “come on in and visit us” door.

Arg again.

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And that’s how I feel about that.

Remember this?

Thursday, June 25th, 2009

Hey guys!  Remember this?  Right before I had Camper I went all nesty and made a whiteboard monthly menu- even went so far as to print up magnetic meals to arrange on the calendar.  Like whoa.  I had TIME on my hands, huh?  So I’m doing it again.  My Mom and I planned out the month this morning, split up the next week for who cooks what, and I just KNOW this is going to work.  I have yet to figure out how it’s going to work with Weight Watchers…but we will see.

I was super inspired by this post over at SAJ.  I looked at her shopping list and her recipes, and thought, “I CAN BE THAT THRIFTY.”  I was once, why not now? I was thinking about how to go about doing it, and realized that I had already put the effort into making a plan.  I actually did really well on my cooking plan until Camper came along, and 9 months later I’m ready to try again.  The one modification that I’m going to make (a la SAJ) is allowing a little more time for leftovers.  When I did this before I found that my “weeks” worth of food usually lasted about 10 days…and to stop wasting it’s good to plan a leftover day a couple times of week to eat up everything that would otherwise just sit in the fridge.

Pictures to come…I’m sure.  Meanwhile, just enjoy the blast from the past.

I Miss My Bro

Wednesday, June 24th, 2009

This is a picture I found while organizing my picture folder:

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This is from two years ago I think…not last Halloween but the one before it.  The glare off our super white faces and our glasses is horrible, but I remember trying to capture the fact that our hair was flipping out to the side in exactly the same way.  Here’s another one:

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See?  He’s awesome.

The Mom Suit

Wednesday, June 24th, 2009

So, I’ve been looking for a bathing suit for quite a long time.  I used to think that my body shape was way different than most people (and it still might be), but I’ve figured out that it’s not so much me as much as it is that “THEY” seem to make one type of suit.  For non-Moms (and by non-Mom I mean a woman who has never had a child stretch her body to the max) with no boobs.

Target, Old Navy, WalMart…WHAT are you thinking???

Anyway.  I finally found out that Lands End seems to fit and be comfy, and after trying some different suits I finally settled on the plainest, cheapest option.

Welcome to the Mom Suit:

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The tugless tank, I got it in black.  It is simple, comfortable, is even long enough for my super-long torso without ordering the long size.   You can custom order it so it fits you- and is simple enough to wear with some swim shorts, which I got a la EMS.

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I think they are very cute and modest, and I can get right into the water in them.  They look pretty nice with the plain, black suit.  And for everyone out there still trying to look “cute’ while swimming, I’ve give up.  I realize that this is seriously not a “cute” swim look.  The shorts are fun, the suit is comfortable…and for now…that might just have to work.  All I know is that when I take the Bubbs swimming for the first time, I don’t want to worry about my swimsuit falling down.  Mission accomplished.

Just some random thoughts.

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

Last night when John came home from work, Bubby and I played the piano together for about 20 minutes before he got bored.  He watched my hands and looked at the page, and when I played a part he knew he’d chime in on the highest keys.  He loves me to put his highchair right up to the piano so he can play, too.  I really love the idea that he’ll love music and possibly even play an instrument. We’ll see what he chooses to love as he grows.

The doctor told us that we really have to call our child by his name, not Bubby or Camper.  Apparently he doesn’t actually answer to his real name.  Hmmm…This could be an issue. Especially because we really love his name.  I still think it’s cute that sometimes he just sits and says, “Bub, Bub, Bub.”

John and I had a long talk the other night and made some changes to the way we do things.  First of all, we are on a budget.  We tried to figure out a way we’d stick to it, and it turns out that I’m the one with the spending issue.  For shiz people.  So we set a weekly amount of money, and if we spend less we get to put the excess in savings.  (Did you see the way I phrased that, we GET to put it into savings.  This is an attitude adjustment.)  It’s kind of exciting.  I spent $0 today, and still got to read a new book.  Libraries are amazing things.

I really have to sit down with my Mom and plan some menus.  We need to eat better around here, yo.  I think we probably eat well about 4 nights a week.  Either my Mom or I or both will cook (my Dad did once last week! John made cookies…) The other nights we just pick or eat out.  John and I are on an eating out ban.  NOT EVEN ANY SECRET NUGGETS.  I know.  So menus it is.  Here we go again…

I think I have a crush on the pediatrician.

Monday, June 22nd, 2009

The thing is, she’s a woman!  No really, I super dig Camper’s doctor.  First of all, she’s a Mom herself.  She’s managed to raise a couple of happy kids (I think they’re school-aged now) AND finish med school and that goes along with it.  She’s knowledgeable and attentive and Camper loves her.  She’s got an incredible bedside manner (do people say that anymore?) with both the kids and the parents.  I always leave feeling like things are just as they should be.  Today she got a load of wax out of Bubby’s ear and he just sat still and waited for her to be done.  She ALWAYS gives him a book, and talks to him like he’s a real person.  I mean, I realize he IS a real person, but not a lot of people make an effort to include him in conversation.  I really trust her, which is very important.

When I go to the appointments I actually ENJOY talking to her.  She’s funny, and acts like she has nothing better to do than sit there and talk about my kid’s poop with me.  You can tell she loves her job.

I think I am more starstruck by Mommy-professionals than I am by actual “stars.” Katie Holmes, whatever.  Angelina Jolie? Couldn’t care less.  Kate of John and Kate Plus 8?  Completely lionized.  (I’ve been waiting to use that word it a blog.)  But my kid’s pediatrician?  I think she’s pretty cool.

Let it be known that I’m totally a fan of women doctors in general.  My OBGYN was 7 months pregnant herself when she delivered Camper.  It was pretty awesome.

The Story of a Rug

Sunday, June 21st, 2009

Once upon a time I met a new friend.  She was awesome.  (Still is…she just lives further away now.)   I used to go to her house once a week or so for a playgroup, and it was always fun.  Once while changing Camper in her kid’s room, I noticed a beautiful plush rug on the floor.  I thought to myself, “Wow, that is beautiful.  And plush.  Maybe I should find something like that for Camper.”  But then I promptly forgot all about it.

A little while later she moved!  I went to visit her in her new, faraway kingdom and found that the carpet in her house was still AWESOME.  Camper LOVED it.  I showed her how Camper rubbed his face in the carpet and luxuriated.  She said, “Oh!  If I had known he liked it so much I would have left that other rug for you guys!  I gave it to someone else.”  She told me the someone else, and we both noted that the someone else also had little kids who would probably luxuriate in the rug, as well.  So it was all cool.  Until I remembered that the someone else was moving soon, too!  Maybe, just maybe she wasn’t going to take it with her.  I knew she was having a tag sale, but it was the same day as ours…so there was no way of just checking it out.  Finally I just emailed and figured she would forgive me if I sounded silly, trying to figure out what was happening with a rug.

She emailed me back promptly and said that even though the rug was AWESOME, that they weren’t taking it with them after all!  But it had already been given to our church and sold in a tag sale to fund summer camps for the youth.  A very noble cause indeed, but who owned it NOW?  I found out, and this person was not moving anytime soon.  The rug was gone.

Sad.

I put it out of my mind, until John came home and said, “Hey, there is a really thick, dark brown shag rug in a room at church.  Was that the one you were asking about?”  Turned out, the person who bought it had never picked it up and brought it home!  Here I was, all ready to let the rug go, and it comes back into my life!  To be honest, I kind of thought about going to the church in the middle of the night and absconding with the rug.  But that was more for the adventure than for the desire to steal, so we didn’t.  I figured out who bought it and was going to ask if I could buy it from them, but then I decided that I was kind of becoming obsessed…so I didn’t.

Then one Friday night John, Camper and I came home to find the rug, the very rug, propped up in the corner of Camper’s room.

Apparently, the owner of the rug had found out that I liked it and kind of wanted it, and wanted me to have it.  JUST BECAUSE SHE’S NICE.  And so now the rug and I are together, at last.

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Check out that plush shag, yo.

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So thanks to all who were involved in getting us the rug of my dreams :)