...the time will be...

Do you remember when we could call on the telephone for the time? "At the tone, the time will be 10:54 and 23 seconds." I used to call it, and sadly, I no longer remember the phone number. There's no way for me to check if it still exists (and maybe it was a Hawaii only thing?).

So tonight, as one of the 1,256 sedentary things I can do after surgery, I browsed my friends list on Facebook to find people overseas. So I can figure out what time it is there.

Hilary is just waking up. Kaoru has kids at school. Erika is getting her kids down for a nap. Kalei wishes she was in Aotearoa with Sweet.

It's cool to think that while I'm in my jammies getting ready for bed my niece is starting her day. Or while Erika is getting her kids down for a nap, Kalei (if she were in New Zealand right this second) would be thinking about an early dinner. Every second of every day, someone is doing something that you have never done or never thought to do.

I suppose I have way too much time on my hands these past few days while recovering from an ankle arthrosocpy/arthrotomy. I'm not known for sitting around and doing nothing for days in a row, and I admit I'm going a little bonkers. I even watched a youtube tutorial on how to crochet, and thought about calling Ted while he was bringing Hannah home from Lori's today to ask him if he could pick me up a crochet needle. It was fleeting of course, as I had already presented the honey do list (which included steak and the fully leaded and highly sweet Coke) and if I added crochet needle to it, he might get a little annoyed by it, after asking me "what is that?"

Note to self: Be grafetul that I don't live somewhere in the world where I don't have the luxury to sit around and do nothing for days in a row.

Next up: Hannah and the garden. It's that time of year when the garden needs to be cleared out and the soil turned. Since I'm out of commission, and Hannah wants sooooooo badly to get The Lion King on DVD, I'm thinking I may be able to strike a deal. 

You Just Ovulated

Bruch with my MOMS friends was really nice. Hashbrown casserole, mini doughnuts, mini muffins, zucchini bread, breakfast cookies, chilled juices, and one cute baby girl. Pretty eyes, chunky cheeks that make her hard to resist, and an affection for me. One of the MOMS tends this nine month old 1-2 times a week, and this is the first time I saw her. I had ideas flitting through my mind about how cute it would be to have a baby around. Well, a baby as sweet as her. She was just so good, entertaining herself, sitting on the picnic blanket just being. Yeah, that's the kind of baby I want.

She started to fuss a little bit, my MOMS friend that tends her was dealing with her son, so I reached down and grabbed her. She was complaining about being in the sun, so with her in my arms, we headed to the shade. She started to settle down, I rubbed her back and told her "it is so much better in the shade, isn't it?" She calmed right down.

When it came time for me to leave, my MOMS friend came over to grab her, but this sweetheart would not go to her. She turned away from her and clutched my neck. Talk about sweetness! Well, not so for my friend, but yeah, the roots of wanting another baby just planted deeper into my mind. I want this.

I decided to indulge her for another minute, I'd just speed on my way to Hannah's school to drive for their field trip. I continued rubbing her back and talking nonsense to her. But when I really had to go, I had to return her to my friend. And I made that baby cry. That was heart-wrenching, big tears running out of her blue eyes and down her pink chubby cheeks.

"Sweetheart, it's okay. I'm sorry." I rubbed her back as my friend held her. My friend thought this to be pretty amusing, I think, because while I rubbed that cute baby's back, she cheered "You just ovulated!"

I thought about having another baby, I mean really thought. This is something I've gone back and forth over in the last couple years. How sweet babies are, how loving they are. But, they grow up. And it's not as sweet. They don't need you as much. In fact, they defy you sometimes.

There will be no more babies for me. I'll just have to love on everyone elses sweet babies and let them deal with the not-so-sweet.

I'm too old!

I was sitting on the recliner, my aching foot up as is the usual around the end of the day. Hannah walked over and handed me a picture hanging nail and hook, saying "Here Mom, I got this for you."

Huh? I thought.

She headed back down the hall towards her room, I had guessed. Not even a minute passed when she handed over three framed pictures.

"Here Mom," she said as I took them from her.
"Hannah, these are your ducks." I said, wondering what was up.
"I'm too old for ducks in my bathroom."

Wow.

Really?

Sigh.

Yes, really.

She got a Littlest Pet Shop room for her 8th birthday, her daddy and I worked hard on it. Why? Because she informed me she's "too old for finding Nemo."

At least she's not too old for cuddles while being told the various stories of when she was a baby.

"Mom, when I was a baby, what did I like to eat?"
"You ate baby food. You liked to play with it, too, because everytime I fed you, you sprayed the food out of your mouth."
She laughed.
"What else Mom?"
"Well, you liked to cuddle and be rocked to sleep."
"Like this?"
"Yes, but you were a lot smaller. You rested your head on my chest and you laid on my tummy. Sometimes, I fell asleep while rocking you. We both would be asleep on the rocker, and Daddy would find us. He used to worry that I'd drop you."
"But you never dropped me, right?"
"No, never."



I'm your lady, and you are my man

Very little is more amusing to me than walking out to the garage and seeing Ted work on the van with love songs blaring on the stereo. Really? My manly man listening to Celine Dion?

"You missed 'The Power of Love'," he said as I looked at him in amusement, some other sappy love song filled the garage.
"You actually remember that from our wedding?" I asked.
"Yeah."

Ladies, don't be fooled. They DO remember!

It didn't take long, though, for him to turn the station.

"Gee, hon, this isn't much better," I said as some girly song took over.
"Hey, it's Jack FM."
"Yeah."

I left him to his manly work, the only remnant of estrogen coming from Jack FM. Maybe the radio station ought to be called Jill FM? Or maybe it really is a "Jack" Jack FM, kind of like a Jack Mormon?

In other news, the tent that has been occupying my family room is now where it belongs. In the backyard. Hannah has been begging her daddy for a backyard camp out. He hasn't been enthused about it, when you have a TemperCloud mattress you get really spoiled. I think she may finally sucker him in to it tonight. She tried to sucker us into having her "barfy" friend sleepover in the tent. This friend throws up if she eats too much junk. Yeah, like I am going to be that accommodating.

I did acquiesce and allow sleepovers when Ted goes elk hunting. One friend from Friday to Saturday. Another friend from Saturday to Sunday. If one night is barfy friend, I will be the Junk Food Nazi and make the kid sleep with the barf bowl.

Wait...is that mean of me?

The No-Sleep Sleep

Dreaming while awake?
Ted asked questions, Hannah roamed
Heavy, gritty eyes

Chop Chop!

Is it possible to sweat from using a paper cutter?
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If you have a lot to cut, it is a warm summer evening, and you forgot to put your hair up, yes.

Will you have perfect cuts from using a paper cutter?

Only if you actually line your paper up using the grid on the paper cutter. Otherwise, while your cut will have a straight edge, chances are it will not be at a 90 degree angle.

Can a paper cutter cut through lamination?

Yes. Provided there is paper within the lamination. It will not cut through just the lamination, but you will get a pretty good crease.

Can you sit and cut?

Not a good idea. While your back may beg of you to please quit stopping over, sitting is not going to make the job any easier.

Is it safe for my child to use?

If you have to ask this question, then you should not own a paper cutter. Kid scissors for you!

P.S. If you are fortunate enough to own this kind of equipment, give your child's teacher a hand. Chop chop! In fact, even if you don't, there is always a need for you parents to lend a hand.

Toby's Book by Hannah and Mom

I love how Hannah's mind operates. The simplicity of her story-telling in "Toby's Book" that she wrote on Tuesday night. The ability to remember the details which really makes her not so simple. Watching this, listening to her, it's fascinating.

Her book arrived from walmart.com four days early. Talk about exceeding my expectations! The quality was pretty good, too. We excitedly thumbed through the pages, everything looking just as she had hoped.

I am so amazed at how far she has come. A year ago, she completely shut down regarding school. It was too overwhelming. She refused to read, she refused to talk about school work, and now...she's writing stories.

If you like to write, read. If you like to escape reality for a bit, read. If you want to learn something new, read. I can't imagine what life is like to be unable to read.