Friday, March 29, 2013
Friends
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
The Shower and Mean Parents
Hannah has this new thing that she loves, it's called our shower.
Actually, she hates to take a shower. Both kids do. They prefer baths, with their bubbles/boats/tea party capabilities, and that's fine with me.
But Hannah likes to climb into our shower, shut the door, sit down and hang out in there. She lines up the shampoo and soap bottles and then she rearranges them.She opens the door to peer out at us and then slams it shut, looking startled and delighted at the same time. Chris bikes home from work almost every day, so he often showers when he gets in. This means that the shower floor is almost always wet when Hannah climbs in, so she usually emerges with her lower half soaked. This day she started off in just her diaper, so it wasn't so bad.
Jayce noticed that Hannah was getting some attention in this "play the shower game," so he jumped in as well. Then Chris had a mean parent idea. And I went with it.
It didn't really work. But still, here is the video.
I think it's kind of funny that the whole time Hannah is just really excited to see Chris. I'm both glad and sad that it didn't work. :)
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Knitting Wrap Up: THE SCARF
I have liked doing a scarf as my first project because I can look at it and see exactly how much progress I made from my first day to my last day. The left/green end of the scarf leaves a lot to be desired. But by the time I made my way into the purple it was downright pretty. Even the edges! And I should hope so. I didn't count the stitches, but there are 27 in each row, so by the end I had literally done it a few thousands of times.
And they smiled at me, looked at it, and all clapped sweetly for me. I know that they were all thinking that they could do this in their sleep, minus the wonky part, but it was still nice. And the sweet old lady who first taught me to knit said, "Good job. Now you KEEP knitting."
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Akron and Iphones
Friday, March 15, 2013
Let's Talk About Flying with a Baby
A little over 2 weeks ago, I found out that my grandpa had a heart attack, which I'll write more about at another time. As the week went on, he went downhill fast, and we made a quick plan to fly home to say goodbye. By quick, I mean we bought tickets after Chris was home from work one night, and I left for the airport the next morning before Jayce was even up for school. Chris couldn't miss work and Jayce couldn't miss school, so it was Hannah and I who would be traveling.
Since she is not yet 2, we didn't buy her a seat, but planned for her to sit on my lap. AKA, I hoped desperately that the flight wasn't full and that there was an empty seat that I could put her in. Luckily, there was.
What did I pack to keep a 20 month old busy, on an 8 hour flight, without a trip to the store? Randomness. And things that she is normally interested in, but not allowed to play with.
Like markers. And post it notes. And the little notebook that I use to make lists. (Yeah, so I went through my desk drawers for options.)
And tape. And paperclips. (I don't know, I was desperate.) I went through my craft stuff and grabbed washi tape, pipe cleaners, and any interesting-looking writing utensils.
Then I went through my kitchen cupboards, grabbed everything edible that is smaller than a quarter, (goldfish, raisins, gummy things), and every single type of cracker. Then cookies. And the chocolate that I don't normally let her have, for when I was feeling desperate.
This is what I took.
Then, right before we boarded the flight, every single flight, between the time that they started the boarding process and when they called our group to start boarding, she pooped. EVERY time. Including the time that we boarded a plane, had a 2 hour delay on the runway, de-boarded, told to come back in 2 more hours, and when we were about to re-board, she did it again. And I said loudly, "Hannah you have GOT to be kidding me!" Not because I' was mad. But because she had to be kidding me. 5 out of 5 times, no joke.
But it was all worth it, because on the plane, she was a peach. An absolute peach. She wasn't easy, because it took a fair amount of finesse, and was a bit like I was orchestrating and starring in a 3 ring circus, for 8 hours, but it all worked.
Eventually we arrived in Ohio, and when I walked into the bedroom and turned out the lights, her little body immediately fell against mine in sleep. Because she'd been awake for 19.5 of the last 20 hours straight.
On the way home I was feeling a little confident. This time our bags were well stocked with thoughtfully selected Target goodies. But, this time, she was the opposite of a peach. (What is the opposite of a peach, anyway?)
She was a terror.
It turns out that, for the record, Hannah is the happiest, chattiest, and most charming little passenger during an 8 hour day flight.
But she is the most unhappy, unsettled, non-sleeping crier during an 8 hour night flight. She cannot sleep on my lap, and on the plane, (or on a train or in the rain. Sorry.) So she was a miserable little gus.
Or maybe it had something to do with that 9 hour layover in Chicago before we even started the 8 hour flight home. The one I mentioned earlier, where we were on the plane for 2 hours and never moved on the runway. That could be it.
But eventually we got home, I put her to sleep in her crib, and then I tried to catch up on sleep myself for days. I'm finally getting there.