To recap my last few weeks, I've managed to:
1) Recover from Jamaica
2) lose my phone
3) traveled to Korea again
4) buy a phone
5) PF found my original phone
6) it is now The Beanie's phone
7) because she hid it in our laundry
8) keep my crazy bladder-cat alive
9) my other cat is ridiculously fat and I don't know how that happened
10)Seamas ate a lot of Korean chocolate and scared me to death. I got very little sleep the last few weeks, to put it mildly.
I have dozens of pictures of Beanie. New ones. But they are all on the new phone. And I don't have the power to email it all to myself. I wonder if I can download stuff directly onto my computer through the little charger guy? I should read the manual.
It's a razr. It's pink. Beanie likes it, but she's pretty happy with my old one.
She says "Atum" for "hello" and "goodbye." Atum was apparently the first of many Egyptian gods. This made me nervous when I read it on Wikipedia. Like, "how old is my baby's soul? jeebus." But I got over it. Especially since she will chat on the phone and blow kisses. Her conversations sound like this "Atum. Oh? Mmmm. Oh? E-eye-e-eye-oh. Ah. Atum."
She's quick, too. You can't stand too close to the wall phone. And if you call our house? And it's busy? You can bet that she's been on the phone in the bedroom.
She has started moving her arms to "Wheels on the bus" and will la bamba and disco and monkey stomp. Her dance moves are the shizzle.
Beanie is still nursing at night. She also got me this morning because she woke up asking for a ba-ba. I gave her one. And she finished it and pushed up my shirt. I shouldn't let her do that, but the screams are horrible in the morning. At night, I'm usually asleep or nearly there and my soporific nunus are used and discarded rather quickly since she passes out on them.
Oh, and we just got back from our first vacation as a family. We drove down to LA. It took many rounds of Old McDonald and Ring Around The Rosie to make it there and back, we don't have a cassette or DVD, so that meant I was hoarse. We hung out with my g-pa. He turned 87 on Friday, so we drove down to bug him. My nana is in a hospice care home. She was diagnosed with advanced Alzheimers about 6 weeks ago and has been up and down. Luckily, we visited her every day and she was just as pleasant and sweet as can be. She didn't know who we were, but she loved Beanie and kept saying her feet were "perfect" and that the PF was "A good lookin' man" and she kissed him a lot. My nana is so sweet, I will miss her so much when she is gone.
On the way home we found out we had left our alarm clock scheduled to go off. At full blast. Prompting a call from our management company. And a complaint from my downstairs neighbor this morning. Which, I personally think, could have been rectified easily by our housesitter had we known it was the alarm clock. Apparently, my neighbor was still pissed about it days later. What do you say to that? "Thanks for calling the cops and reporting our alarm clock as a 'house alarm"? "Sorry that happened, we have a baby who likes to push buttons"? "Here's my number, call US next time so we don't feel horrible on our ONLY VACATION EVER"? Anyway. We left the alarm clock on. Apparently, it goes off for 4 full hours every morning at 6:40 AM. That sucks. But I'm still really mad at the management company who said they were calling the cops and who weren't sure if they were calling the right people and who didn't actually call my landlord. But that was the only really annoying thing that happened in weeks.
I took Monday and Tuesday off to drive back at a leisurely pace (we left on Friday night around 8 PM and got to LA at 3 AM due to many, many stops and crying.) We drove up through Fresno (f-no) and hit a wall of storm just north of Visalia. It was pouring when I stopped to visit my cousins and my uncle, who is in remission from Leukemia. I got all the "I may never see you again" visits in. Which made me feel better.
PF is such a trooper. I have a crazy, kooky, sick-and-dying family. He stayed for it all and we didn't even go "out". I had planned a trip to Griffith Park, but it's hard to get motivated when your nana is down in Hawthorne barely remembering to eat. So, he came along on all the visits and chatted with my g-pa. I think we really made his weekend, he loved Beanie so much. I got a few photos, but not on digital so I'll upload one once they are developed and scanned.
Long weekend. Long week. Long month.
I'm exhausted.
How does lunch sound? It sounds pretty damn good to me...
~beanie maman
1) Recover from Jamaica
2) lose my phone
3) traveled to Korea again
4) buy a phone
5) PF found my original phone
6) it is now The Beanie's phone
7) because she hid it in our laundry
8) keep my crazy bladder-cat alive
9) my other cat is ridiculously fat and I don't know how that happened
10)Seamas ate a lot of Korean chocolate and scared me to death. I got very little sleep the last few weeks, to put it mildly.
I have dozens of pictures of Beanie. New ones. But they are all on the new phone. And I don't have the power to email it all to myself. I wonder if I can download stuff directly onto my computer through the little charger guy? I should read the manual.
It's a razr. It's pink. Beanie likes it, but she's pretty happy with my old one.
She says "Atum" for "hello" and "goodbye." Atum was apparently the first of many Egyptian gods. This made me nervous when I read it on Wikipedia. Like, "how old is my baby's soul? jeebus." But I got over it. Especially since she will chat on the phone and blow kisses. Her conversations sound like this "Atum. Oh? Mmmm. Oh? E-eye-e-eye-oh. Ah. Atum."
She's quick, too. You can't stand too close to the wall phone. And if you call our house? And it's busy? You can bet that she's been on the phone in the bedroom.
She has started moving her arms to "Wheels on the bus" and will la bamba and disco and monkey stomp. Her dance moves are the shizzle.
Beanie is still nursing at night. She also got me this morning because she woke up asking for a ba-ba. I gave her one. And she finished it and pushed up my shirt. I shouldn't let her do that, but the screams are horrible in the morning. At night, I'm usually asleep or nearly there and my soporific nunus are used and discarded rather quickly since she passes out on them.
Oh, and we just got back from our first vacation as a family. We drove down to LA. It took many rounds of Old McDonald and Ring Around The Rosie to make it there and back, we don't have a cassette or DVD, so that meant I was hoarse. We hung out with my g-pa. He turned 87 on Friday, so we drove down to bug him. My nana is in a hospice care home. She was diagnosed with advanced Alzheimers about 6 weeks ago and has been up and down. Luckily, we visited her every day and she was just as pleasant and sweet as can be. She didn't know who we were, but she loved Beanie and kept saying her feet were "perfect" and that the PF was "A good lookin' man" and she kissed him a lot. My nana is so sweet, I will miss her so much when she is gone.
On the way home we found out we had left our alarm clock scheduled to go off. At full blast. Prompting a call from our management company. And a complaint from my downstairs neighbor this morning. Which, I personally think, could have been rectified easily by our housesitter had we known it was the alarm clock. Apparently, my neighbor was still pissed about it days later. What do you say to that? "Thanks for calling the cops and reporting our alarm clock as a 'house alarm"? "Sorry that happened, we have a baby who likes to push buttons"? "Here's my number, call US next time so we don't feel horrible on our ONLY VACATION EVER"? Anyway. We left the alarm clock on. Apparently, it goes off for 4 full hours every morning at 6:40 AM. That sucks. But I'm still really mad at the management company who said they were calling the cops and who weren't sure if they were calling the right people and who didn't actually call my landlord. But that was the only really annoying thing that happened in weeks.
I took Monday and Tuesday off to drive back at a leisurely pace (we left on Friday night around 8 PM and got to LA at 3 AM due to many, many stops and crying.) We drove up through Fresno (f-no) and hit a wall of storm just north of Visalia. It was pouring when I stopped to visit my cousins and my uncle, who is in remission from Leukemia. I got all the "I may never see you again" visits in. Which made me feel better.
PF is such a trooper. I have a crazy, kooky, sick-and-dying family. He stayed for it all and we didn't even go "out". I had planned a trip to Griffith Park, but it's hard to get motivated when your nana is down in Hawthorne barely remembering to eat. So, he came along on all the visits and chatted with my g-pa. I think we really made his weekend, he loved Beanie so much. I got a few photos, but not on digital so I'll upload one once they are developed and scanned.
Long weekend. Long week. Long month.
I'm exhausted.
How does lunch sound? It sounds pretty damn good to me...
~beanie maman
posted by A P M @ 10:34 AM
3 Comments:
At 8:30 AM,
lisa ninja said…
I think you can get the pics off your RAZR via bluetooth. When Davey got his RAZR I remember he got a bluetooth dongle (giggle) for the compucore (doesn't come with the phone). It works, I'm just not sure how. And yes, I was just looking for and excuse to type the word "dongle."
At 8:29 AM,
Anonymous said…
I'm thinking of you . . .
At 7:53 AM,
Moe said…
Oh my, that sounds like a very full and tiring month! Your stories about your nana and grandpa are so sweet. I'm glad you're able to spend some time with them.
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