Lala

Okay, so I finally bit the bullet. I’ve got a new blog.
Adam helped a ton, as usual, with the design, and I like it. I hope you all will too. He was able to transfer all of my old entries too–so great! AND I can post pictures, AND I can make all sorts of fun new looks for this thing. I should be able to blog here for a while without the problems that I’ve been having. Thanks for reading!

The number of times Peapod called “Mama” to try to get my attention in ONE DAY last week. And yes, I actually counted! 20 by the end of breakfast, 60 by lunch….

We had lots of fun on New Year’s Eve at the wedding of one of our high school friends. There’s nothing like a handsome man in a tux.

So the internet, or at least a small part of it, has been complaining that I haven’t updated my blog recently enough. Humph! You’re right, I haven’t, I’m sorry to say. I have composed several posts in my head, but never actually sat down to type them out because I am frustrated with this blog-thing right now. Heck, I don’t even know if any of you will even be aware that I have a new post–that’s because my blog-service stinks, according to Mr. Computer. He says that I need to change the location of my blog or else it’s going to continue to misbehave. That’s all fine and good, and he’s right, I know. The problem is that I don’t WANT to change the location of my blog. It means that all of you will have to change it in your blogreader, annoying, and then all of my old posts will be lost. There is no way to copy them over to the new service. What’s the point of trying to make a note of things that happen in my life if they just get “lost” and “left-behind” every how-many-ever-months when I change services? GRR!!
So I haven’t had the gumption to make the change yet, but I guess that this is fair warning that a change is coming. I’m sorry!!!

I’m sure you all want to know about what I wear to sleep at night, but I’m going to tell you anyway. I’m thrilled with my new pajamas. Adam’s parents are so smart to ask what I want for Christmas, and I appreicate their kindness very much. This year, one of the things I asked for was new silky pj’s from Victoria’s Secret. C’mon, I know what you’re thinking…yes, I asked my husband’s mother to buy me pajamas. I wouldn’t technically consider them to be lingerie, even though they DID come from VS–they are long-sleeved and long pants, and they are not see-through in any way.
With those details out of the way, here’s a picture. They’re so feely, and actually surprisingly warm. Mine are not this red color, but they’re “ballet pink.” Very fun, so I just had to share.

(Warning: This post is total fluff and deals with purely girly, non-eternal, fun things.)
I am so excited. I have been trying to figure out a good way to wear my hair ever since I got it cut at the beginning of December. I’m not sure if it’s the cut, or just that it’s getting so long, but it has been hard to find a way to make it look good–and I’m talking about looking good without taking all morning because I don’t have all morning.
Several times I’ve tried the 3/4″ and 1″ rollers that I’ve had since college, and I end up looking more like Dolly Parton (at least in the hair) than the model who’s picture I took to the salon when I got my hair cut. Not good; definitely too curly and big, 80’s in fact. So I did a little online research and decided that I needed to get some bigger rollers.
I mentioned my frustration to a friend whose hair ALWAYS looks good, and she suggested a curling iron. After brushing her off initially because I thought it would take too long, I had to call back later and ask for more specifics about her curling iron. I felt stupid calling someone to ask about a curling iron, but that’s what friends are for, right?
So I did what she suggested and got a big curling iron/flattening iron combo–either 1.5 or 1.75 inches in diameter, not sure which. It works great! My hair looked as close as it’ll ever look to the hair of this model that I’ve had on my kitchen bulletin board for months. It was awesome! I’m totally thrilled.
She said that it only takes her a few minutesl; it took me about 15, so I’ll have to get faster. Practice makes perfect, I guess. Adam liked it, so that’s good. He’d always love for me to be more glam, I think, so it’s no wonder. It has gentle waves/curls at the bottom, but nothing too drastic. I like it a lot, so we’ll have to see if it’s something I can pull off in a hurry in the morning. We’ll see.

Endless hours of fun with the flashing nose!

Peapod was enthralled by the Christmas lights! She is still occasionally trying to get them off of the tree!

Ugh–That’s all I have to say about taking a Christmas picture. It’s like pulling teeth, getting people to get a mammogram, or volunteer for nursery duty. Not pretty.
We made a valiant effort to take our picture tonight, and we did come up with one that will do.
Here is an example of how we started our photo session:

“Oops, we left Athens out in the rain. He got all wet.”
Small Bean replies, “Then God must have gotten all wet too.”

Umm… okay… so she thinks God lives outside. Very interesting.

“But Bean, did you know that God doesn’t really get wet?”
“He doesn’t?”
“Nope, because he doesn’t have a body like you and me.”
“He doesn’t? Then what is his body like?”
“Umm, well, (pondering how to explain to a 3 year old) God is a Spirit.”

(Let’s just try that one on for size and see how it goes over.)

“Oh.” (Like I thought, a ton of bricks.)
End of discussion.

Just like Joe said once, the way to get a pre-schooler to stop asking questions is to give a really confusing answer. Great parenting, huh?

In case this image fails to show, it’s going to be because I’m experimenting w/ linking to the Picture People’s online image of the photos that we had taken over the weekend. We’ll see how long it works.

So the long holiday weekend is coming to a close tonight, and I’m sad. Not that I’m not looking forward to the week ahead, but somehow the “vacation” time never quite lasts long enough. This has been my general thought during the day today; however I’ve been reading tonight, and I realized that I should be thankful for the job that pays the bills and the flexibility that this gives me.
And I am very thankful!
From here this entry takes a turn towards my inner musings…still no funny posts, sorry. I definitely have had more time on my hands recently because I have started doing a lot of thinking about random things again–something I haven’t really had time for since I started doing the music at church and definitely since Peapod was born. (Could it be true that the cessation of breastfeeding actually stimulates brain activity that has lain dormant since the baby’s birth? Hmmm…)
However stimulating the thought process is, it gets me into trouble occasionally.
My life, or at least my thought life, would be a lot less perturbed if I merely went along with the flow of my life, just like it is today. Nothing new, nothing to change the status quo. However, I’ve been recently thinking about why I’m doing some of the things that I’m doing in my life, and this causes me to question the status quo. Sometimes this is a result of good influences that cause me to question the inmost motivations for my actions; sometimes I think it’s a result of my soul’s nature and its propensity to be dissatisfied.
I’ve been thinking about mothering, staying at home with my kids, and why I’ve made the choices I’ve made in this area. I’ve also ventured into thinking about church and my role there–as a woman, as a mother, as a musician, as a member. I’ve been thinking about holidays, and their purpose.
Obviously I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Probably too much.
Oh well, it’s late, which is when I do most of my best thinking, but I should go to bed. I started this post off intending to talk about mothering and some to of the stuff I’ve been reading online, like this quote,

“Despite high levels of satisfaction and powerful feelings about the importance of what they do, mothers do not necessarily feel that others in society appreciate them, value them, or attend to their needs. Fewer than half of the mothers surveyed (48%) reported feeling appreciated most or all of the time, and 19% said they felt less valued by society since becoming mothers. Additionally, more than half of the mothers surveyed said society is not doing a good job of meeting the needs of mothers, children, or families. “

I know, I know, you’re thinking it’s from a liberal think-tank and that it has a bias towards the disadvantaged, non-white mother, however, it did hit a nerve with me, although I am not disadvantaged nor am I a person of color. I totally identify with the part about not feeling appreciated and feeling less valued. I could write for way too long about this, so I’ll have to save it for another time. I’ll talk your ear off, if you really want to hear about it…poor Adam. If you made it this far, thanks for humoring me by reading my musings!! Good night.

Overheard today at chez Webb:
Small Bean, as she picks at her food and after only eating about 5 bites total, “Mama, I love you a lot.”
“I love YOU a lot.”
“Mama, can I have dessert now?”
“No, Small Bean, that was a nice try, though. Keep eating.”

Okay, so this blog was supposed to be light and funny, but over the last couple months it has been merely informational. Sorry about that. I sat down tonight to write something funny, but funny didn’t come out. Only grouchy. So I erased it–all of the grouchy part–and started over. I actually didn’t know that you could be grouchy in a blog post, but it has now been proven that you can. Not something to be proud of, I don’t think.

Peapod had her 1st birthday about 10 days ago, and here she is before cake and then after. She had fun–we all had fun.


So yes, I’m sure you’re probably thinking that she looks like a boy in the top picture…c’mon, you know you were. I dress her in blue a lot, and people think she is a boy lots. It’s funny–it doesn’t bother me like it did with Small Bean. People thought she was a boy too, and it made me mad.
(Do you hear my head getting bigger as I think about how much more mature I am this time around?…hahahahaha….yeah, right.)
So by this time of the year, I’m supposed to (according to the grand Pooh-Bah of organization) have my Christmas presents purchased and sitting in my neatly organized closet, if not already wrapped and sitting in my neatly organized closet. I am going to have to sheepishly admit that I have not really started on Christmas up to now, and that I’ve got a lot of work to do. However, I have given a considerable amount of thought to other fun parts about Christmas, which are probably not as important. For example, I think it would be very cool to put a garland over the front door for Christmas. I found a fabulous picture in a mag, so we’ll see if that materializes. Now that I’ve put it in writing, we’ll see. The other fun thing I’ve thought of is to have a party between Christmas and New Years. I remember thinking last year that there was so much going on up until the 25th, but then the week between Christmas and New Years was pretty quiet. So if I ever have a Christmas party, it might actually be AFTER Christmas. Sounds like a fun idea to me, we’ll see.

Tonight was the fun part! We installed a bunch of stuff that we’d been working on in the bathroom, and it’s mostly done. Still a few odds and ends to tie up, but it’s beginning to look really good! I’m thrilled because it feels like it has taken quite a while, and I’m, honestly, ready to move along to another project. (Like maybe getting ready for Christmas, or Anne Page’s birthday.)

You can’t tell from this next picture, but the toilet is new and so is the medicine cabinet. The cabinet has a cool paint job that took quite a few coats of paint–black with red peaking out from underneath. It looks cool, and even Adam, who hasn’t been thrilled with the results of some of my other painting experiments, likes it.

The floor is wood, painted a dark red, and all the fixtures have the oil-rubbed bronze look.
Anyway we’re still waiting on the light for above the sink. Oh, and about that sink, we got the call from the auto-bot man from Lowes about 2 weeks after we placed our order saying that our order was ready to be picked up. I was totally amazed–so amazed that I made the auto-bot man repeat the message. I also did it because I liked hearing his funny voice. I never reported our good fortune after griping about it on here, so I just wanted to clear the record. Lowes actually exceeded my expectations, for once.
I just wanted to mention that Lynchburg is moving further into the 21st century…we’re getting a Panera Bread and a Home Depot. And, in answer to the inevitable questions, no, we don’t have either of these in Lynchburg yet, sigh, sigh. There’s a whole list of fine establishments that I would be interested in having in the ‘burg, but, alas, nobody has asked me.
So anyway, if you’ve been thinking about visiting the ‘burg, Hotel Webb is now back in business. Come visit!

I had to take a pic of the huge, gigantic screws that were holding the toilet paper holder to the wall. As I was getting the wall ready to paint, I took the old toilet paper holder off, and I kept turning and turning the screwdriver. Nothing seemed to be happening. It took forever to get the screws out of the wall–and these were just on one side!! There were two more screws on the other side. This is my hand holding the crazy screws.

Anyway, the holes from these screws are no more, and the wall is nicely painted–so is the floor and the ceiling.

Here’s a pic of Small Bean all dressed up. I’ve been so busy on the bathroom that I haven’t written much. It’s almost done, so I’ll post pics then.

And here’s Peapod in the bathtub, which is really the kitchen sink. She really likes the water.

And lastly, Peapod took her first steps last Friday–here she is taking the baby doll for a walk.

To clarify, for those who are not familiar with such terms (Sharman , “BM” stands for bowel movement. Yeah, real nice, I know. Just wanted to make sure that the previous post sunk in–in all of its funkiness! (Who knows if that’s really how you spell funkiness, or even if it is really a word? It fits here, though.)
We are now on an everlasting waiting list for a vanity sink from Lowes to the tune of a 63 day back-order! It’s easier than moving a bunch of pipes, I guess. Not convinced, but then I’m not the one who’d have to move the pipes. That probably makes a difference.

It’s the beginning of many, many trips to Lowes as we start remodeling our downstairs bathroom, fondly known as the powder room. The goal of this whole remodel is to make it actually look like a powder room, somewhere you’d like to go to check your hair at a party, or to wipe your child’s rear end…either way. Anyway, it needs to look nice.
In case you’re wondering why the wiping was inserted into the story line above, it just happens to be on my mind. Our trip to Lowes this evening was a royal mess, in many senses of the phrase. Adam thought we were just going for a quick 20 minute trip to return the pedestal sink that didn’t work with the plumbing in our house. (Okay, it would work after many hours of plumbing work, but we’re not up for that at this point. We may change our minds after finding out that our second choice is back ordered until DECEMBER!)
I knew that there were about 10 things that I wanted to check out, all bathroom related, and I have literally been trying to make it to Lowes all day today…with no luck until this evening. So I dragged the entire family to Lowes with me so that Adam could see the vanity selection. Bad move on my part! Within the the first 10 minutes of being at Lowes we see Small Bean digging in the back of her pants. Curious, we ask what’s going on, and the reply is, “I’m trying to see if I have BM in my pants.” Very matter of fact, just like that. This is from a child that has been potty-trained for a while now, so it seemed a little odd. Anyway, I got elected, in what could never, ever be construed as anything less than a democratic process, to accompany said child to the restroom where the contents of said pants were, in fact, BM.
I’ll spare you more details, but that was just the beginning of a crazy trip to Lowes tonight. We did get a light for above the shower, and a medicine cabinet to go above the toilet. Some progress, at least, has been made, but there are miles to go before we ….. never mind, nothing that rhymes here is good. We’ll just leave it at that.

We spent the weekend frolicking in DC at Anthony’s wedding. It was a total blast! We saw the monuments; biked around them for 4 hours, actually. We actually went out to a bar at night, amazing! We went to the rehearsal dinner high atop a hotel overlooking the Pentagon and stayed out late enough to see the lights on the monuments. Read: we stayed out after 8pm. Did you know that the Washington Monument has 2 red lights at the top that come on at dark that make it look like it has eyes? We danced the night away at the reception to “Starry-Eyed Surprise,” the theme song of the wedding. You’ve probably gathered an important fact from these details…we left the girls at home!!! It was fabulous to get to be foot-loose and fancy-free for a weekend–I actually felt guilty about how much fun it was.
While we were gone, Peapod learned lots of new tricks: 1. How to crawl on all fours instead of doing the army crawl, 2. how to wave w/ both hands at the same time, 3. how to say “ni ni,” as in “Night, Night,” and 4. For once, after 2 or 3 months of repetition, she might have finally learned to sign “All Done” when she’s finished eating.
Those of you who know me know that I’m not totally sold on the whole recent fad of teaching 6 month olds how to do simple sign-language. There is certainly nothing morally wrong with it, I just never thought that I’d want to join the fad. However, this is another instance in which you end up doing things as a parent that you never thought you’d do.
As a result of Peapod’s incessant screaming at meal times, her continued lack of communication skills (very few 9 month olds can tell you exactly what they want you to do for them), and my intense aversion to being screamed at, we decided to try to teach her to tell us that she was done eating. Maybe it has finally paid off because, last night at supper, I gave her a bite at the end of the meal, and she immediately threw her hands up in the air and waved them around, which was the signal. Of couse we made a huge deal out of it and got her out right away, hoping that it would sink in. Has she done it again since? Nope….wishful thinking. Too bad for us. We’ll have to keep trying.
Yes, it’s amazing how much more darling and cute my children seem when I’ve been away from them for a while. The weather here has been truly beautiful for a week or two now. Highs around 80, lows in the upper 50s, and low humidity. So we were driving around today, and out of the blue Small Bean says, “Mama, there’s a car without a top.” It was a convertible. Not that this revelation will be nearly as cute to anybody else besides me, but it was precious at the time. This will be the end of this part of the post, which has definitely gone from chronicling our awesome weekend to raving about our children. It might get even more sappy if I don’t change topics.
It was fun to get to hang around all of Anthony and Bethany’s friends. They are just normal people like we are, but I was struck with how unpretentious they were. They weren’t out to impress anybody; they really didn’t seem to care too much what other people thought about them or their lives. Not that they thumbed their noses at society’s norms or anything like that, it just seemed that they were “comfortable in their skin,” and if someone didn’t like the way they were, that was okay with them. There was definitely something intriguing about them. Maybe it was because they live in a big city, and the pressures of small town life are not present there. Some of them were concerned with things like poverty in Africa (something that people in Lynchburg don’t talk about in a social setting generally), and considering moving to a really poor part of town just to minster to people around them. It was definitely interesting to hear the things that they talked about and to contrast them to the things that I talk about…..

So we’ve taken up walking after supper for some exercise. Actually we’ve walked twice, which is more than once, so we’re working on a trend. Adam has said that he’s going to run after a warm-up walk with the rest of us, which he actually has done.
Oh, oh, there went the 10pm alarm. See we really are trying to be more structured around here instead of so fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants like we normally are. The 1opm alarm means that it’s time to go up to bed. It’s supposed to make us get in bed sooner, and sometimes it actually works–sometimes not. Sometimes we just ignore it like I’m doing right now.
Anyway, back to the walking. Tonight we walked to the ATM on Boonsboro, passed “Gwanddaddy” riding his bike, and then went to Kroger (2nd time today) for baby wipes. Don’t want to be without wipes, even though we know we could have made do.
That was our excitement for tonight. The 10pm alarm calls.

We worked hard today on the bathroom, and it\’s finally finished! Exciting! It almost looks like a new room. New vanity, curtains, shower curtain. It’s late, and even I am out of wordiness tonight. Suffice it to say that I am thrilled to check another project off the list!

Kudos to Mamaof2Blog for writing a blog! I’m so impressed. I have to say that her blog is a little more advanced than mine…I’ll have to take notes. It’s fun to know that somebody else is into this blogging thing. She’s a sweet friend of mine, and it’s so fun to find new things that we have in common. Who would have thought that you had a blog?
Do you think it makes us cooler (correct grammar?) moms…that we have blogs? Let’s just pretend that it does!

Blogsome vs. Bloglines….
Bl0glines was easy to use, didn’t ever show me any code (or expect me to understand any code), and very sleek. Blogsome is definitely a much more fancy interface on which to host my blog, however, it is pret-ty fancy. Uh-huh. It’s got all these little buttons for me to click on to insert “who-knows-what”into my post, and it flashes CODE at me every once in a while. Jibberish, for sure.
Anyway, I like it because I get to have a pretty picture at the top of my page, otherwise known as a masthead, and I also get to post pictures. I don’t like the fact that I have spent 20 minutes tonight looking at the aforementioned CODE/jibberish in an attempt to figure out how to get my time stamp to work correctly. It’s timing every post 4 hours after I wrote it, and I can’t, for the life of me, figure out how to fix it.
Pictures make things interesting: however, for them to to me any good, it would involve actually taking pictures of interesting things. It involves being in a good enough mood to imagine that the little subjects of your pictures might actually end up looking good in a picture, maybe enjoying their presence instead of hurrying through supper so that you can get them in bed as fast as is humanly possible. The reason for all of this hurrying is that you know that if they stay up any longer, somebody will be very unhappy…oh wait. Everybody’s been unhappy for the last 2 hours, that’s why they’re going to bed.
Small Bean didn’t sleep during her nap today, and Peapod skipped her morning nap because of church. Suffice it to say, we were all so cheery and fun to be around by bedtime tonight. It has been one of those nights in which we put the kids to bed, and then we each retreat to our own computer because we’ve got no energy left to communicate with each other.
So that turned into a gripe session…so sorry about that. I got way off topic. We’ll all be better once we get some sleep.

Here I am over at Blogsome. This is going to be more fun now that I have pictures! Here’s Anne Page being very sad the other week. Cute at the same time!

We all went shopping last night after supper at the L’burg mall for entertainment. We ended up in the dressing room at the Gap–all of us in the big dressing room at the end of the hall. So we all walk in there, and Adam and I start getting ready to try on clothes. Of course this entails taking off the clothes that we were wearing. As we start to do this, Small Bean, in a very loud voice that echos throughout the entire dressing room, says, “Are y’all getting a little bit NECKED in here??”
We looked at each other and about died!!!! It was so funny! Had to share.

My dear husband wants me to assure the internet (and my mother, who may or may not be reading this post) that the bathroom-with-the-bugs-swimming-in-the-toilet is in the basement, and that we don’t use it or enter the room on a regular basis. That should do it for a disclaimer, I guess.
On another note, here are some things recently seen and heard around here:
“Mama, I wanna go play in the ‘fwinkaler.’”
Playing along, I say,”You want to go play in the ‘fwinkaler?’”
Annoyed that I’m not understanding her correctly, she replies, “NO, the ‘fwinkaler!’”
Not wanting to damage her psyche, “Oh, the sprinkler…okay.”
She replies, “Right, the ‘fwinkaler’.” So cute.

Small Bean rapt with wonder and amazement at the sight of the swingset in the back yard.
Small Bean taking her snaps at supper and destroying them in an effort to get the little beans out of the inside. They are apparently the best part, according to Grace Anne.
Pea Pod and Small Bean sleeping until 9:20 this morning. Miracles do happen! (Yes, they were up late, late last night!) And yes, Pea Pod had been up before that, but amazingly went back to sleep after eating.

Okay, so it’s never a good thing when you find small living things actually swimming around in your toilet. Never good! I walked into our basement bathroom tonight to fill up Athen’s water bowl, and I happened to glance into the toilet. I did a double-take and realized that there were little brown things that looked like tadpoles swimming around in the water! After calling for immediate back-up from my dear, valiant husband, we looked around to notice that there were several large mosquitoes on the inside walls of the toilet and also on the walls of the bathroom. There were mosquito larvae-things swimming in my potty!!! Anyway, they were dispatched w/ a quick flush, some able-bodied swatting, and bleach in the water. I’ll sleep better tonight, however, I now have “bug-itis”…scratch, scratch. Totally gross!
On another note, Peapod is doing the army crawl well enough that she went down the step between the kitchen and the den today…head first. Oops. We were both sad, and we are SO into a new phase. I better get some sleep….it’s beginning.

Our remodeled bathroom is supposed to look like a spa, or at least that’s the idea. It has the original black and white tile, and we’ve stripped the wall paper and patched all the holes and painted it a fairly bright aqua color. Sometimes the color looks great–it has that spa feeling. But sometimes it looks like we smeared Crest all over the walls, and you wonder, if you took a big whif, if they would smell like toothpaste.
Maybe I’ll repaint, and then maybe I won’t.
Adam has a new picture of Peapod up. I just love those blue eyes! She’s getting pretty proficient at the army crawl and has started to really annoy the dog. She scoots over to him, and he gets up and moves 2 feet away, which used to be enough. However, she just keeps scooting, and he has to move again. It’s actually pretty funny to watch. She thinks it’s great fun.

We got back from Hanshill late tonight…close to 10pm. Katie and Jon and Nate are here from CA, and we had a delicious supper of fried chicken (I’ve been having a craving for fried chicken), macaroni salad, Man Salad (any salad w/ ranch dressing–a la Tom), and chocolate for dessert. Of course, no family supper would be complete without the chocolate.
Adam dug up over 15 azaleas from the bottom terrace this afternoon. He’s making room for a big swing set that the Barths are giving us from the yard of their new house. Small Bean is so exited about it! Very cute.
Found a new magazine that I might have to check out: Total 180!
It looks interesting. We’ll see.
OH–forgot to mention that major kudos go to my darling husband for my fabulous birthday/anniversary present. Diamond earrings! Wow. He’s so good! Diamonds are definitely a girl’s best friend!

We went to Hanshill tonight to celebrate Pop’s birthday. A good time was had by all–lots of good food, chocolate dessert, good company. Small Bean entertained the entire group at the end w/ her rendition of “God Bless America” complete w/ GIGANTIC waving flag. Very cute. It’s amazing to look around a room and watch 12 mostly grown people singing along with a 3 year-old at the top of their lungs. She loves it!
I’ve slowly been adding more blogs to the list that I check regularly. (I’m sure that there’s a fancy name for the aforementioned list, but I not sure what it is…surprise.) Some on Virginia politics, some on parenting, the weather….
It’s amazing how liberal most parenting sites/magazines/blogs are. It’s just assumed that all parents are tree-hugging, Bush-hating, anti-military, and pro-attachment parenting (ie. slings, family beds, kids-run-the-place attachment parenting.) As for Virginia politics, I have yet to find any women writing on this subject–not that this really means anything, just interesting to note.
Since I slept until the embarrassingly late hour of 12:45PM this afternoon, I owe a debt of gratitude to my fantastic husband. I haven’t slept this late since college, probably. It was so nice.
Peapod has another ear infection. We graduated to Augmentin this time…woo hoo. It doesn’t seem to be helping, though. She’s slept less since she got on it than before. Hmm… She’s sitting up well now, and trying to eat everything in site.

What would the world be like without antibiotics? Peapod has come down with an ear infection (her second in as many months), and she was so miserable last night. I’m not sure exactly what is so horrible about a screaming 6 month old, but there is something almost haunting. The drifting in and out of sleep, the groans from the other side of the bed when she pipes up again, the faint glow from the nightlight in her room, the distant sound of the radio we snuck in her room to play NPR….. It was officially dubbed “The Mother of All Bad Nights.”
Thankfully, morning came.
Thankfully, Small Bean didn’t hear a peep.
Thankfully, we have Amoxicillin and Ibuprofen to help the ear feel better….oh and the swing. Can’t ever forget the miracle-working swing.

So I’ve just been introduced to this blog thing by my darling husband, and it’s fascinating. I have a hidden urge to try to keep up with technology, although I would already be hopelessly behind if it weren’t for the aforementioned husband. In an effort to keep up, I’m going to get into the “blogging culture,” because, as I’ve noticed, there is a culture. It’s not quite as casual as people have gotten to be with their email messages (people actually type out most words instead of abbreviating), but definitely not as direct as “old-fashioned” websites. I like it.
Anyway, I hardly have a right to comment since I’ve just begun, but those are my current thoughts.