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Karen — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 12:21:38 +0000

This week has been long and tiring and busy and full of laughter and maybe even some tears and I am SO glad to be home.

The first day of preschool went really well. Granted, I never left the building but she was on her own for a while in the classroom. OK, not really on her own as much as with her teacher and her classmates but still, no me. She did a great job but we all know that next week is a totally different week, a totally different day. She looked so big in her class, I actually think she’s the oldest one there, but in so many ways she seemed like such a big girl. She may not have cried but I did.

We’re trying to tackle the items on our fix it list for the guy who’s buying our house. Somehow the 7th has snuck up on us and we hadn’t really done much from our list. The buyer is coming by this morning, or this afternoon, to make sure we’ve done what we said we would, I think we just made it. It will be really weird living here next week not as homeowners but as renters.

I feel like I should be packing and organizing and getting us ready to move, somewhere in a month. It feels so overwhelming. I have managed to sell a couple of things on Craigslist and I’m desperately trying to offload a broken TV, which a lot of people are interested in. I’m just not sure any one’s actually going to come and pick up the behemoth. I did manage to go through the Tupperware cabinet and pitched all the bottoms with no tops and tops with no bottoms… I’m thinking that’s not going to be enough to get us packed and moved. I did go and get a zillion paint samples and while fun and I’m VERY excited, that also won’t get us moved.

I’m going in this morning for my 32 week appointment, about a week late. I’m anxious to see how I’m measuring, if I’m still big. I feel like I’m still big. Huge. I guess we’ll see what the medical professional has to say.

Learning to fly – or jump from Karen Chatters on Vimeo.

Wish you were here

Karen — Wed, 25 Aug 2010 12:59:39 +0000

We’re more than half way into our week in New Hampshire and I’ve decided I’m completely incapable of picking a good week for vacation. Last year when we were here, it was 100 degrees every day, there’s no AC and we sat in our own sweat for 7 days. This year it’s in the low 70’s (which I’m loving), maybe even the upper 60’s, and it’s rained most of the week. And, of course, this is the most rain they’ve had here all summer. Go figure.

Courtney still isn’t napping and after waking up yesterday morning at 5:30, I decided to move out of her room in hopes that she’d sleep better, at least in the morning. It didn’t really work for either of us for varying reasons. This morning she slept until all of 6, an improvement over yesterday but still less than ideal. As for me, I was up at 1:45 with the most intense heartburn. I’m assuming that’s what that was, I’ve never had it before, but a handful of tums and a couple of hours later, I was back to sleep. And, well, it would have been nice but the 6am wake up killed any chance of a good nights sleep. And of course, there were the sprinklers that were hitting the side of the building at some dumb time and then it was raining buckets and really, who needs sleep at 32 weeks pregnant.

Despite the fact that it’s pouring, again, and we aren’t sleeping, still, and the dogs are peeing on the floor because they won’t go outside in the rain, and I now have this heartburn/reflux thing going on, we’re having a great time and wish you were here.

Dancing in NH from Karen Chatters on Vimeo.

Party with a rock star

Karen — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 13:18:02 +0000

Our weekend went from having nothing to do to partying with a rock star, a real one, on Saturday night. We were tag alongs to the party, it was actually a 60’s themed birthday party for the rock stars son. We’d been to this house once before, when I was pregnant with Courtney, for a Halloween party and we’d had a great time. This was a much different experience, now that baby in my belly is a crazy toddler, full of energy and activity. Yet, there’s still a baby in my belly…. Maybe in 2 years we’ll be able to go to another party there and there will be NO baby in my belly.

I went ahead and tie-dyed some shirts for the event. We went to the store and bought some fake tattoos and other silly 60’s wear. I managed to squeeze myself into a non maternity skirt, which I thought was pretty impressive. However, I thought I was going to have to cut myself out of it…

Courtney wasn't quite in the party mood, yet

Scary daddy

It turns out that the real rock star at the party was Courtney. First of all, she was a real trooper. We probably didn’t get there until 7:30, her normal bedtime. But once we got there, she was nonstop until 10 or so. And she danced for a good 30 minutes, nonstop. It was awesome. Apparently Courtney is a real Rolling Stones fan, which was being played on a record player. When the record ended, we actually had to ask someone how to change it. And it’s not really that we didn’t know how to change it as much as we were afraid to touch the rock stars equipment. Hehe.

Sorry for the video quality, it was shot on Paul’s iPhone.

This is where I fall apart

Karen — Mon, 26 Jul 2010 13:00:50 +0000

I’ve talked before about my need for adult time during the week in order for me to maintain my sanity. Things didn’t work out this past week as planned. Things didn’t happen or fell through and by the weekend, I was kind of a mess. This is what happens when I don’t get adult/alone time.

Watch me fall apart from Karen Chatters on Vimeo.

Staying afloat

Karen — Mon, 12 Jul 2010 13:00:51 +0000

Courtney has been loving swimming, not the lessons but being in the water. She launches herself off the steps, out of your arms and away she goes. And the lessons have been way better. By the end of our lesson on Friday, there were no tears and she was having a good time. It’s been fun being able to get into the water with her, having her swim to you and coming up out of the water with this huge grin on her face. Actually, she goes into the water smiling and comes out smiling. I don’t know how she holds her breath while smiling, but she does.

Yesterday Courtney fell in the pool. She and Paul were outside, I was inside. He was skimming the pool, Courtney was “helping.” He said the next thing he knew, there was a splash and he looked up and she was under water. Of course, he ran to her but by the time he got there, she was floating. She was doing exactly what she’d been taught. And, she did it while wearing her pajamas, her shoes, with her toy broom in one hand and her pacifier in her mouth. Paul said she was pretty deep and it felt like it took her a long time to come up, but she did. And that’s all that matters.

She was pretty shook up. I heard her crying and when I looked out the kitchen door, there she was, soaking wet and a little shocked. Paul was too. Both wet and shocked. But, we sat for a minute and then got her back into the water for a few minutes. We didn’t want her to be afraid of the pool, we wanted her to know that she could swim and float and all was ok.

I’ve been bitching and moaning about having to take her to swimming lessons every day. I was a little overwhelmed at the $500+ sticker price that these lessons cost. Not anymore. I’ll take her every day for as long as I have to. And whatever to the $500. She wouldn’t have drown, Paul was right there. But you just don’t know. It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. I do know, my girl is OK and that’s all that matters.

Swimming, take 2 (or 5 weeks in) from Karen Chatters on Vimeo.