Friday, September 28, 2007

Today is better than yesterday...

Hallie most definitely gives me a run for my money. As she gets older I'm finding it harder and harder to keep up with her and mischeviousness! I'm beginning to recognize patterns in behavior. For example, after Hallie makes a mess shes comes and tells me (for that I am grateful) however as I spend the next 15 minutes cleaning up after her, she's on to destructing something else, which equates to a never ending mess/cleaning up party. I've expressed previously her fascination with the diaper, which I've yet to understand. But I do know I spend a lot of time cleaning up after her through this process. The other day I was in tears after the third incident within 2 hours where I found her "diaper contents" in places they didn't belong. The first two times, although upset, I think I handled the situation pretty well. It was the third time that pushed me over the edge, because it was by far the worst one of the day. She had been in timeout in her crib for the last incident, I changed her diaper in between and put her in timeout. I then hear the dread phrase, "messy baby, poopy" I walked in and instantly had tears in my eyes. By the time I gathered myself together she had been sitting in it for over 15 minutes, and as I walked in she gave me the biggest smile ever. And this is what she looked like: (Her face was the cleanest part of her crib unfortunately !) Needless to say, the day was not one of my finest. However, I can forgive and forget, after of course learning a few lessons. 1) Hallie has more bowel movements than any normal child could possibly have, which I'm sure is due to the surgery. 2) As my mom puts it, "Hallie is a budding artist" 3) After all the things we've tried, Duct tape might be our saving grace!!

The next morning I woke up ready to have a good day. I get ready first thing, then make my way to the bedroom to clean up and make the bed. Hallie is suspiciously quiet, so I make my way to the living three minutes later, and this is what I found:I found her with my mascara and it was everywhere: her hair, face, couch, carpet, and clothing. You could tell she thought she was putting it on like mom, but doing it while jumping on a pogo stick, simply a mess. And of course I had to laugh because compared to the previous day this day was starting off pretty well!

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Oprah...


I meant to post this sooner, but time just didn't allow it! I'll try and give the brief version, but it will probably end up longer than anyone will find interesting. Here it goes...So, my friend Cassidy who I went with to Josh Groban called late Wednesday night with a ticket to the Oprah show! I was ecstatic, I've tried several times to get tickets but have always been unsuccessful. So I jumped at the opportunity, the catch...we had to leave by 9 a.m. the following day, which isn't that early, but I had to find a babysitter for the whole day. Luckily we have some great friends, who have a daughter that Hallie adores, so at 11 p.m. I called her to see if she was available. I'm sure she had a hundred things she needed to do, but she said she would take her, which goes to show what a great friend she is. Anyway, Cassidy and I drive down to Chicago and we arrive shortly before 11 a.m. We go through security and we pick up the lunch they provide for us. They corral us into this large room so we can be seated, eat our lunch, and fill out the questionnaire for the day''s show. Just my luck...the topic was women's health. Don't get me wrong, I find women's health a very important issue but I would much rather see Tom Hanks, or Steve Carell, but Dr. Christiane Northrup was okay. The whole production was very well orchestrated. From the time we walked in the door they were checking people out, what we were wearing, the colors. So as we ate lunch, they started calling people down in their parties to seat them. They put a lot of thought into this. We were called down early due to our colorful clothing palette. We were seated dead center fourth row. Great seats, the only disadvantage was the air conditioner positioned directly above us, which nearly froze us out. After everyone was seated, they announced we'd be the audience for two tapings. The first show focusing on Menopause, which I tuned out of for the most part, was okay. I made friends with the still camera guy who was seated on the floor next to me. I found our conversation quite enlightening, and fascinating. Every break we had from taping I was asking him questions. (I told my sister-in-law about this and she made the claim that I didn't deserve to go to Oprah because I went and found the Camera guy more interesting. Which wasn't the case at all, it's just that Menopause isn't on the top list of things I'm interested in at this stage in my life!)

The second show was a question and answer with the same doctor and Oprah. It was entertaining and informational, and at times completely ridiculous and I disagreed, but none the less a good time. It was the whole process that I found absolutely amazing. There is a lot of work and planning that goes into these shows. And it is truly an art to get it just right. Making sure that people with similar colors aren't sitting next to each other, dull colors sit in the balcony, doing all the sound checks with Q&A's with the audience before the show. And then Oprah just strolls in minutes before go time. Sits in her pretty little chair with people all around her putting her shoes on, touching up her hair, her makeup, the whole works. It was phenomenal, I would love to go back and do it again. And although we didn't get a $200 gift card (the taping of the morning show the same day did!) we did get two books by the doctor who was visiting. One of which was on Menopause and won't be of any use for many years to come!! So I'll keep you posted as to when these will air.

Sneak Peek...




Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Stay Tuned...

Stay tuned for me to tell you about Oprah!

Friday, September 14, 2007

It's officially fall...


I mentioned on Labor day that we could feel fall coming...it's here. Summer is officially gone, capris are going back in the vault as well as the flip flops, sweaters are making their way out of storage, and we're dusting the cobwebs off our coats. Ladies and gentlemen it is fall in Wisconsin. And although we will be blessed with the beauty of leaves turning color and falling, inevitably winter is very close behind. I love fall, I love everything about fall except one thing...the fact that winter will follow, much sooner than we hope for I'm sure. If only fall was just as long of a season as summer, we'd be in great shape!

Pop tarts...

Many of you are familiar with my Gilmore Girls obsession. No this isn't a post about me talking about how cool the show is, or how disappointed I am that it's not coming back...No, this time it just sparked my interest in something...Pop Tarts! Those of you familiar with the show know that they are always eating pop tarts or referencing them. The other day I was watching an episode as I worked on the computer and the idea of a pop tart sounded really good. Now of course everyone knows how unhealthy they are, so of course we never actually have them in the home, but I couldn't get them out of my mind. So sure enough, the next time I was at the grocery store I couldn't help but just take a gander at the pop tarts as I headed down the cereal isle. Lo and behold they were on sale...a killer sale, (probably because they're not selling because they're so bad for you!!) But I couldn't resist, so I grabbed four boxes and with guilt added them to my cart! I got home and quickly pulled one out just to taste the goodness I once knew. However, I realized when I got home I bought low-fat (my theory of them being on sale because they were unhealthy was now shot!). So no longer was this a guilty pleasure, it was just pleasure! I hate half, and gave the other half to Hallie so she would stop clinging to my leg and yelling cookie, cookie. No more than two days later, Steve came across the pop tarts, and although upset with me for hiding them from him, just goes to show how well Steve navigates the kitchen because they were exactly where they belonged, he enjoyed the goodness as well. After I ate the pop tart the first day, I was somewhat reminded why I stopped eating them, they're really not that great, but good enough for a sweet tooth once in a while. However, Steve loved them. Almost every night he would finish dinner and pop some in the toaster. He and Hallie would share a little moment together, as I did my thing. The other night after dinner I could hear Hallie yelling cookie, cookie. So I made my way to the kitchen so I could be a part of this excitement. I was shocked at what I found. This whole time, I thought it was so cute that Steve and Hallie would share pop tarts after dinner, but that wasn't entirely the case. I walk in to find Steve breaking off the outer most part of the pop tart, the part without frosting or filling, which is completely too dry to eat by itself, and handing it Hallie as she shouts, Cookie, Cookie. He on the other hand is enjoying the best part with the filling. I couldn't believe it. When I shared my pop tart with Hallie, I broke it in half and gave it to her frosting, filling and all, but not Steve. No, he keeps the goodness to himself, and only shares what he will eventually throw away any way! What insight that brings to our marriage!!

Sunday, September 9, 2007

Tinkle, Tinkle Little Star...

Zoo Day...

Saturday was a beautiful day and seeing as though the leaves are quickly turning colors we made it a zoo day to make summer seem to last as long as possible. They have a small petting zoo, and we couldn't pull Hallie away from it, she couldn't get enough of the goats. She would pet, run, repeat, time and time again. We caught some of it on video.

Friday, September 7, 2007

Diaper Fetish...

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before or not, but Hallie has a diaper fetish. Never failing at any given moment I can walk into her room and there will be diapers everywhere. If I'm sitting on the couch she'll bring diapers and point out all the characters. It wasn't until recently she began taking off the diaper, bringing it to me, and repeating "Messy Baby" a number of times. I was talking with a friend on the phone this afternoon when I had to end the conversation abruptly. There Hallie stood in front of me as innocent as could be with poop stained lips, and a messy diaper in her hand. Instantly a moment from this morning came flooding back to my memory...Hallie had a messy diaper this morning, as I was changing her the phone started to ring. I rushed to put her diaper on so I could run to the phone, leaving the dirty diaper (at least I took the time to wrap it up) and wipes on the floor of the living room. She had poop all over her hands, dress, face, and I'm sure all that mess was made because she was trying to get it into her mouth!! In fact, as she stood in front of me she was still moving her tongue around her mouth, (just like we clear our mouth after a nice fudgey brownie!!) I just sat there in amazement of what my child just did. She then started to talk as if to defend herself...the smell was overwhelming, it was as if I'd stuck my head in a port-a-potty and took a big whiff! After I cleaned her up the best I could, I could think of nothing more important to do than to email Steve. Here is the email chain...
Kara - Hallie just ate her own poop and regardless of how many times I brush her teeth, her mouth still smells like poop...
Steve -
Yuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I want' to bush my own mouth after hearing that! Is she still crying?
Kara -
She never did cry, I didn't even get mad at her because I figured eating her own poop was punishment enough!
Steve -
You are too funny! I guess that cuts down on snacks!

And so the diaper fetish continues.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Jelly Shoes...


I remember growing up when jelly shoes were a staple for summer attire. They were the perfect shoes. You could run through the rain, jump in puddles of mud, play in the sand at the beach and yet the shoe remained indestructable. Just wash them off when you get home and get ready to wear them the next day. I found these shoes for Hallie at Gap on clearance and thought I could get some good use before the summer was over and boy was I right. They really are the perfect shoe! And the best part about it is it's clear plastic, not pink, or red, but clear, it goes with absolutely everything. Just think, what if at our age we had a shoe that went with everything...it's impossible! You have to wear brown with brown and black with black and tennis shoes with a t-shirt, sandals with capris. The list can go on and on, so I long for the simple life, when a clear jelly shoe from gap for 3.99 will complete my entire wardrobe!

Bath time...


This little girl cracks me up, always mischevious, always funny...that is unless she gets into wipes again...walking around the house as if she's a flower girl taking every last wipe out of the container. The best part about it is she realizes she's done something bad because she always comes and tells me. "Messy Baby, Mom, Messy baby" I dread hearing these words just for fear of what I will find when I turn the corner. Sometimes it's minor, and sometimes it her poop spread across the wall, but at least she tells me!

Summer is over...

Last night we were out on a walk just before Hallie's bed time. As we neared the house Steve very dramatically repeats over and over again, "Oh no, Oh no, you've got to be kidding. Sure enough, he points to the top of a tree that was green just a week ago, but it's already red with fury and dropping leaves. We both agreed, it's official, summer is over, at least in Wisconsin! At least we can say we took advangtage of it! We had a great long weekend with Steve's sister Annie and her husband Dan visiting from Oregon. We started out the long weekend with our usual Thursday night routine, television and take-out at Steve's brother's house. Every week we look forward to this day so it was nice to have his sister enjoy it as well. Friday Bob got us tickets for the "Behind the Scenes Miller Brewery tour". Which was actually quite fascinating. This tour takes you in the plants where thy actually bottle/can it up and package it to ship out. It was just the seven of us which made it even more enjoyable. If you ever talk to someone about taking a tour here they rave about the free beer at the end. At the beginning you have to show I.D. if you'll be drinking at the end, our tour guide was shocked when she realized we were on the tour for the fun of it and not the free beer. She was so shocked she mentioned it several times throughout the tour, and so at the end surrounded by people tasting their beer, they gave us a nice cold lemonade. Quite fun.



Saturday was Dan's birthday so we hit up some Thai food and the movie Hairspray, which was very good. After church on Sunday we went to Bob's for a large brunch...games...conversation...bbq...conversation. Good times. Yesterday afternoon Annie and Dan left, just in time for Steve and I to crash. We were just worn out, too many late nights, and early mornings.

So we're back at it today, life goes on and fall relentlessly comes. Which is fine because I really do love fall, it's what comes after fall that depresses me. I like that buffer zone of one season, it makes a world of difference.
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