Tuesday, March 31, 2009
The women at the office fussed over how cute Baby is, and really, how could they not? The most exciting thing going on is that a patient had accidentally locked herself in the bathroom. It turns out she has Alzheimer's and couldn't remember how to move the latch to open it. Her husband was eventually able to talk her through the process. And tomorrow, she probably won't even remember she was stuck.
Nick is already trying to train the baby to perform the Roses' "what does a lizard do?" trick. The idea is you ask the baby what a lizard does, and in response the baby quickly sticks its tongue in and out of its mouth. I think it will take a few months for him to master.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Just for you Dallas, there are a few with just Henry.
Friday, March 27, 2009
I thought that while Kara is tied down to monitors and IV's, I would take advantage of my blog adminstrator rights and update all of you loyal readers out there.
And the update is...we are still waiting.
Everything is going well and Kara is relatively comfortable. We are thinking that Baby may not make its debut in the world until tomorrow some time. Although, we are still holding out some hope that Baby will hold true to its genes and claim one of the best nerd birthdays in a long time...well at least since pi day (3/14). Today is 3/27/09, containing a root, a square, and a cube. Here's to hoping for before midnight.
I went to the doctor yesterday, but saw a new doctor because mine was out of town. Because I'm a week past my due date, they did a non-stress test and an ultra-sound to measure fluid levels. Everything was fine. They still recommend induction as the safest course. They would have let us go until Monday, but said there was really nothing to gain by waiting (and there are some risks.)
Last night we went out to dinner, knowing it's the last date night without a babysitter for a very long time. We had a wonderful meal at Pho Grand. We hadn't had their food in a long time and were really pleased with it. We even went out for ice cream afterwards. It was a really nice evening.
We expect to be in the hospital until Sunday. We'll be updating our parents, whose job it will be to update all other interested parties. If you have any questions, give them a call. Internet access at the hospital is available in the library, but strongly filtered so I don't think we'll be able to update the blog or facebook until we get home, but we'll try.
I'm going to be really surprised if it's a boy. But I'm going to be really surprised if it is a girl. I can't help but be surprised because I have no idea what gender this baby is. And we can't wait to find out!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Morpho Mania at the Butterfly House. This means they have hundreds and hundreds of blue morpho butterflies flying around. Since I wasn't doing anything like going into labor, I went to the Butterfly House with my congregation's play group. It was a lot of fun. Most the kids really liked the butterflies, but not all. A couple kids found the swarms of butterflies around them a bit much.
The scene of fluttering butterflies was quite beautiful. I would have stayed to look at them longer except the 85 degrees and 80% humidity was a lot to take.
adjacent to the Butterfly House, as they did with the butterflies. I was amazed at what little dare devils the young kids are, climbing very high on the big kids toys.
Debbie sent me a package of cloth diapers to use as burp clothes. I wanted to make them just a little cuter, which also identifies them as not being used as diapers. I have no interest in using diapers that have to be put in a washing machine, but I hear these are great for spitting-up babies.
Except for the purple, all of these fabrics are scraps from hooter-hider-style lactation covers, which is why they may look familiar to several of you. I think I succeeded in making them look a little cuter. Now we're just waiting for the baby to show up and need to be burped.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
In other news, which there is precious little of, Caesar got his summer haircut. His winter coat had grown quite long, and with the few warm days we had here, he looked quite uncomfortable. As many times as we've taken him to the groomer to be shaved, it never fails to astound me how small of a dog he actually is. Cutting his hair made him about half the size he was. I can't believe how skinny he is or how tiny each leg is.
On Thursday night while I was at book club, Nick received some surprising company. A car with three teenagers broke down right in front of our place. After tinkering with the car for some time unsuccessfully, they knocked on our door to borrow the phone. Nick looked at the car to see if he could help- he diagnosed the problem as the entire car being a total piece of junk in need of being pushed off a cliff.
He invited the teens in as they waited for their ride. There was definitely a cultural exchange between Nick and three young black kids from North Saint Louis. They tried to talk to him about music, but he didn't know the songs/artists they listened to. They asked him why he didn't listen to the radio. Basically, he doesn't have time. Besides, now his car doesn't have a radio.
One of the teens called Caesar fat. I'm sure that hurt Caesar's feelings. Nick assured them that Caesar was just fluffy. Now that Caesar's received a haircut, we can prove it. We'll show them the skinny dog he really is if they ever come back to retrieve their disabled car, which is still parked out front.
Monday, March 16, 2009
For those already familiar with my anti-"Big Brother" tendencies, the way this went down is no big surprise. I feel like I was slightly interrogated by the police. And the police officer thinks I'm crazy for not wanting to be entered in "the system."
First, the cop asked why I didn't call when it happened. I had looked on their web page and there was no contact information other than their address. I knew 9-1-1 wasn't a great option. From my previous experiences calling emergency services (for actual emergencies) I knew that you have to wait a long time on hold before you get to talk to anyone. And if they're already overwhelmed with actual emergencies, I'd hate to bother them with a call about a partially-broken stolen radio and a broken car window. Seriously, they should take the calls about people being shot first.
Also, when someone stole the whole 1992 Accord belonging to our friends, the police were anything but helpful. They told our friends to drive around downtown for a while and see if they could spot it (because the police knew they wouldn't be looking for it.) How could our friends drive around looking for it? Someone had stolen their car. If you get no help with a car, what makes me believe you're going to help me with a car radio?
Then the cop gave me a hard time about not disclosing my social security number, which I never do without being legally required to. Did I steal the radio? Why are you trying to track me? He told me that I needed to be "entered into the system" justifying it with a poorly thought-out argument culminating in "this week you're reporting destruction of property, but then next week if you decided to kill somebody, your info would be in the system." No joke. That was the persuasive argument for me to disclose additional unnecessary information. Just in case I decide to kill someone, this information would make it easier on them.
Why distrust the police department? First of all, I feel that anyone should be able to report a crime without fear of repercussion or harassment from the police. But as he's talking about "the system" I'm thinking, "Isn't this the same police department that just had its Chief resign after an FBI investigation? And didn't one of two officers charged with stealing drugs and planting evidence just get sentenced in federal court? And wasn't there just an article in the paper about the police department spending money it had wrongfully confiscated? Should I trust this police department?"
Anyway, the officer wouldn't file the report without the vehicle ID#. So all the information was filed about the car, its color, its VIN, its body type, etc, and for some reason, my marital status was a key piece of information. When he was wrapping it up, I asked why he wasn't asking about the radio. The car isn't the problem. They didn't steal the car- I know where it is. Following the car will only lead you back to me. What about the radio? That's the stolen property. He reluctantly added the brand of radio to the police report. That tells you that he knows the police are not going to do a single thing about it, so why did he have to lecture me for not reporting it on Friday?
Friday, March 13, 2009
This is the sight that greeted me this morning. Well, what actually woke me up was my neighbor stopping by let me know that our car had been broken into- then I saw the car.
Who ever did this should be totally ashamed of themselves: not only because they are a thieving vandal, but because this is totally an amateur job. I'm sick of people not taking the time to a job right. Whatever you do, take some pride in it. Seriously, breaking a window to get into a 1992 Honda? Totally overkill. These cars are known for their ease of stealing the whole car, let alone the swiftness with which you can unlock the manual locks with a coat hanger. Come on! Try a little. Why not take the entire car? If you settle for this level of amateur smash-and-grab you're never going to get anywhere.
Also, they totally need to learn how to target a better radio if that's what they are after. We had a cheap after-market radio in the car. The brand was Kenwood, I think. Ever heard of Kenwood? Didn't think so. Next time, steal a Sony. Did a 1992 Honda strike you as likely to have a particularly nice sound system? Actually, the cheap Kenwood radio didn't work properly. Once you turned it off, you probably can't get it back on again, which means you stole a box of useless wires, so I guess the joke's on you. The front speakers in the car don't work either, but you courteously left them in place.
If you were going to be truly courteous, you would have broken the windshield. It costs much less to replace and is easier to install too.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Sarah took me on a little adventure this morning. Really, it was more of a quest. Last week we discussed the need in our life for some delicious pastries. Nate and Sarah made some excellent eclairs a couple of weeks ago, probably the best I've ever had. Since then I've been wanting some other delicious French thing to come into my life.
We went to a bakery in Creve Cour, complete with an actual French baker. The most difficult decision was which of the many fine and beautiful things they offer would come home with me. I selected the raspberry tart (pictured) and a chocolate eclair. Nick and I shared them after dinner tonight. The tart tasted as good as it looked (quite a feat) and the eclair, while not topping Nate's creation, was very delicious.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Katie came to visit me here in St. Louis. As usual, she'll be staying for less than 48 hours because she has people to see and cooking classes to attend. I'm so glad she's here. Not only is it fun to see her, but she's helping me get everything ready for the baby. We've washed all the baby things, including the crib bedding, set up the crib including the mattress we went and purchased, and next we're going to work on the shelves in the baby's room.
Nick won't be home until 10:00 or so tonight, so we're hoping we can meet him at the hospital cafeteria for dinner. Fortunately the cafeteria is an OK place to eat.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Anyway, I was delighted with the surprise, for about 15 seconds. Sarah handed me the drink. I set it on the desk, then immediately bumped it. With its cup-holder-friendly shape giving it a high center of gravity, it didn't stand a chance. It went crashing to the floor, the lid popped off and all the beautiful brown liquid rushed onto the floor. It was so young. I didn't even have a sip. I cried on the inside, just a little bit. At least it was on wood flooring and not carpeting.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
My sister Katie also hopped aboard the trip at the last minute. We were so blessed to get a visit from so many people we love. But, we know who the real star is here- baby. This baby will have so many people that love and care for it.
The shower was a lot of fun. There was great turn-out. In fact, I need to call several people that I didn't get to visit with enough at the shower. I was overwhelmed with how generous people were to me and baby. We received lots of wonderful gifts, including many baby essentials. With these wonderful gifts, we have virtually everything we need to be ready for the baby.
I'm counting the sock monkey in the essentials category. It's too cute not to have. It's sure to be one of baby's favorites.