A Leg Grows in C Minor

Well hello there. I have a small window of free time, so I thought I'd post. What I REALLY want to post about is my annoyance with modern day feminism, but since my last post was about racism, I'll quit it with the social issues. Maybe I'll just get so annoyed that I'll actually post twice in a short span of time (crazy!). I hastily scribbled down a few things that were on my mind a few months ago, so I thought I'd talk about those things if only so I can finally throw the little piece of paper away. With a 2 year old, to throw anything away is great. Here are my random topics: Hypocrites.   Everyone has their own moral compass. It's odd when peoples' worst qualities are seen differently by different outsiders, but I guess that's also a good thing, to keep flawed people who are otherwise decent from being shunned. I'm not talking about people that kill or rape, or something equally as horrendous. Some things are just obvious. But little vices...

I always want to write at the end of the year, mostly because I start to feel a sense of guilt from not writing more throughout the year, but also because I start getting nostalgic and reflective. So here's another random post! (Simon isn't doing anything crazy at the moment anyway, besides learning to speak.) America has been getting a bit scary as of late. Extreme Right Wingers are trying to take away our rights and turn us into a backwards thinking nation. Religion has a lot to do with it, and fear. Terrorists from ISIS recently bombed the hell out of Paris, and America responded by refusing to take in Syrian refugees. Pretty ridiculous. And cops are being gun nuts and shooting (mostly) black people left and right, which is also ridiculous, but sadly taken as given at this point. So with all the recent race talk, it made me think of ways to get people to be NOT racist. And I don't mean stereotypical. Because all humans think in stereotypes, and that's ok. When I me...

Well this is embarrassing. I'm not sure I've ever gone THIS long without writing, and I was doing so well in recent years. My son has gone from wiggling, to crawling, to walking, to running, to climbing, to destroying, so it's been a bit hard to keep up. I'm going to try to do a couple different posts relatively soon, while I have a small window (for whatever reason). I will write about my life, but I want to make a fun post about numbers, to get away from all the baby posts as of late. My grandma Minnie is turning 95 tomorrow, and we had a surprise birthday party for her last weekend. This woman is like a celebrity to me. She birthed 6 children, 24 grandchildren, 44 great grandchildren, and 27 great-great grandchildren. She still tries new things all the time. She's been crocheting, playing piano, and playing card games for years, but in recent memory she has taken drawing classes, driven a 4 wheeler, gone kayaking, and I'm sure done other things that I didn...

Well once again, I'm getting a post in just under the wire. It's been about 8 months since I last posted, and that makes Simon 11 months old right now. I looked back at my last post, and many of the "bad" things have changed. We can go to restaurants now, and we can even bring Simon if it is appropriate! I don't have to run around like crazy trying to get things done, because Simon will sit and play by himself for awhile if I need to do something. Likewise, I can take my time eating again. After about the 4-5 month mark, things got progressively easier. He learned to hold and play with objects, then to sit up, then to crawl, and now he stands (holding on to things). This makes him more and more independent. He has 8 teeth now, and eats most of what we eat, but in tiny pieces. He can wave, and clap, and say little words like mama, dada, baba, hey, and yay. He is tall for his age, but slim. He looks like Mike from the front and me from the side. He hugs and danc...

I wanted to write a couple of posts about my son before Mother's Day, even though I don't yet feel like a mother. I know I gave birth to a tiny little boy back in January, and he's been by my side ever since, but I still don't feel like a mother. I think when he starts speaking in a few months, maybe that will be when it will really hit me. That was one thing I've learned since January. You don't automatically transition from non-parent to parent in one fell swoop. Here are some other things I've learned in just a few short months: After staring at a baby 24/7, adults start to look really strange. At one point I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "How do I look so OLD?" Suddenly I could see wrinkles on every face, and all of the adults I interacted with had HUGE features. Big heads, hands, etc. I kept asking Mike why he looked so tall to me. I never expected that to happen. Even people on TV looked old to me. Thankfully it's mostl...

Mike and I have successfully created a human being, and we've named him Simon Xavier. WOW. Here is a small bit of his cuteness: The day he was born In this post I'll relay some of my thoughts/experiences from the labor process, and I will tone down the grossness as much as possible.  January 19th, 2014 5pm: We are playing a tabletop game with our friends, when I feel a few too many Braxton Hicks. (I felt those fake contractions frequently during my pregnancy.) I tell everyone that I'm likely in labor, but that I would prefer to continue the game. (I realize later that I'm addicted to the game: Pathfinder.) 6pm: I decide to make dinner. Hey, why not? My contractions are little more than bothersome at this point. 8pm: The game is just ending, which is good because I'm starting to feel some pain. I decide to call my family members to tell them this is it! 10:30pm: We watched Downton Abbey while waiting for my mom to arrive. I could barely focus on...

I guess I have to say that Mike and I are grownups now. No matter that we're 32 and 31 (respectively). We now have a house and a soon-to-be-born son to our names. Crazy!!   Part 1: The House It started last fall, when we felt we were finally ready to look into buying a home. Mike required a house in the Fairport area, so we could pay less for electric, which was fine with me. I've always liked the east side of Rochester. We both wanted a two story home with a garage, and we had some other likes/dislikes in a house. There were quite a few in our price range, but it seemed like every time we found an inside of a house that we loved, the outside was not great, or vice versa. Some houses looked great on the inside, but had no character to them. Luckily, besides Mike's random love of Stucco and houses with lines on the outside (not sure what those are called), we both have almost the same taste in homes. So we had been looking for around 1.5 months, not too long, when we a...