I can't believe summer is almost over!
In two weeks, school starts.
In two weeks, Mr. Einstein will officially be a classroom teacher again.
In two weeks, E starts kindergarten.
Freak.Out.
Seriously.
I have been so excited for her to start school. She has been more than ready for school for ages. But now? Now I'm starting to freak out a little bit.
Her clothes are ready, her shoes are purchased, her backpack is loaded, the school is almost finished.
In two weeks? My baby will be all grown up.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
August 5, 2000
On August 5, 2000, I married my best friend.
We were so young!
I wore this gorgeous satin dress that I had bought in January.
For an August wedding.
Yeah, I know. Great planning on my part.
But you know what?
It doesn't matter.
Because nine years later?
We're still together.
Happy Anniversary, darling!
I love you very much.
I love you very much.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Dirty Talk
Whoever told me that changing a boy's dirty diaper is easier than changing a girl's dirty diaper had either a) never changed a boy, or b) never changed a girl.
After 8 months of changing a boy's diapers, and 8 months of changing both a boy's and a girl's diapers simultaneously, let me tell you:
The boy's? Much more difficult. Much.
Sure, a girl has more crevices. But a girl's? Much more accessible.
A boy's? His are deeper and require moving things around.
A girl's? Takes a few swipes over a large area.
A boy's? Takes several swipes in the same small area. And a moving of things.
A girl's? So easy to tell when clean.
A boy's? Not so much.
Whoever said that to me? Liar!
I'll give you this much: they both equally stink.
After 8 months of changing a boy's diapers, and 8 months of changing both a boy's and a girl's diapers simultaneously, let me tell you:
The boy's? Much more difficult. Much.
Sure, a girl has more crevices. But a girl's? Much more accessible.
A boy's? His are deeper and require moving things around.
A girl's? Takes a few swipes over a large area.
A boy's? Takes several swipes in the same small area. And a moving of things.
A girl's? So easy to tell when clean.
A boy's? Not so much.
Whoever said that to me? Liar!
I'll give you this much: they both equally stink.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Busy Body
In the last three weeks, M has...
...learned to sleep by himself in his crib in the nursery.
...learned to say gaa, goo, a-goo, gung, and mamamama.
...learned to like baby food (especially meat) and yogurt.
...learned to drink through a straw.
...learned to eat Cheerios without choking.
...learned to crawl.
...learned to pull himself up to stand.
...learned to clap.
...cut another tooth (finally!).
It's been busy around here lately, to say the least.
...learned to sleep by himself in his crib in the nursery.
...learned to say gaa, goo, a-goo, gung, and mamamama.
...learned to like baby food (especially meat) and yogurt.
...learned to drink through a straw.
...learned to eat Cheerios without choking.
...learned to crawl.
...learned to pull himself up to stand.
...learned to clap.
...cut another tooth (finally!).
It's been busy around here lately, to say the least.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Wordless Wednesday--Artsy Fartsy
I make absolutely no claims to being a photographer.
That being said, I really enjoy playing with my camera.
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Monday, July 13, 2009
Re-Introduction
With a new blog title, I thought I'd reintroduce the characters you meet here and see every so often.
This is M. M= mass. He's my chunk-of-love, my Bubba. Those 7 month-old rolls? They're about 95% breast milk, and about 5% baby food. He's huge.
This is C. C=speed of light. She's fast and she's 2. 'Nough said.
This is E. E=energy. She's 5 and she's wiry. Now, when Einstein came up with his theory of relativity, I'm sure he didn't have my kids in mind. However, my E? She really does equal MC2. She's the firstborn child of two firstborn children. She's doomed.
This is my hubs, my love, my friend, Mr. Einstein. He's an elementary school teacher. How cool is that?
This is me, Hillary, aka Mrs. Einstein. I'm a little bit sassy, little bit blunt, little bit sarcastic. I look remarkably like my sister in this picture, which is funny because we don't really look much alike.
So, this is us. I'm a math major who taught English married to an English teacher who taught math, and these are our progeny.
Hi!
This is M. M= mass. He's my chunk-of-love, my Bubba. Those 7 month-old rolls? They're about 95% breast milk, and about 5% baby food. He's huge.
This is C. C=speed of light. She's fast and she's 2. 'Nough said.
This is E. E=energy. She's 5 and she's wiry. Now, when Einstein came up with his theory of relativity, I'm sure he didn't have my kids in mind. However, my E? She really does equal MC2. She's the firstborn child of two firstborn children. She's doomed.
This is my hubs, my love, my friend, Mr. Einstein. He's an elementary school teacher. How cool is that?
This is me, Hillary, aka Mrs. Einstein. I'm a little bit sassy, little bit blunt, little bit sarcastic. I look remarkably like my sister in this picture, which is funny because we don't really look much alike.
So, this is us. I'm a math major who taught English married to an English teacher who taught math, and these are our progeny.
Hi!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Because It Makes Me Happy
I did it. I made the change.
Why?
Because it makes me happy.
I'm not sure where it's going to take me, but I'm sure going to enjoy the ride.
And don't worry; nothing's really changed. I'm still me.
Just a happier me.
Why?
Because it makes me happy.
I'm not sure where it's going to take me, but I'm sure going to enjoy the ride.
And don't worry; nothing's really changed. I'm still me.
Just a happier me.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Aloha Friday #90
I, obviously, burn easily. And I've had some doozies, let me tell you.
So, what is the worst place on your body you've ever burned?
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SPF 0
The second half of our vacation was spent in Bremerton at my in-law's.
They have a boat.
So...
We saw sailboats,
a bridge,
and a beloved mountain.
Cinderella innertubed,
Sleeping Beauty floated,
the Little Prince looked cute,
and Prince Charming kneeboarded.
And I? I got sunburned.
Oh, yes. After thirty-*mumble, mumble* years, I still haven't learned my lesson.
My arms look like lobster claws, and my chest looks just as bad. My face and scalp were protected by my hat, and, for some reason, I had decided to wear pants on a scorching hot day.
Have you ever tried nursing a baby with flailing arms and dragon claws while sunburned? It's not pretty, my friends, not pretty at all.
And, of course, it was too hot and humid to wear long sleeves.
If I'd had any with me, that is.
They have a boat.
So...
We saw sailboats,
a bridge,
and a beloved mountain.
Cinderella innertubed,
Sleeping Beauty floated,
the Little Prince looked cute,
and Prince Charming kneeboarded.
And I? I got sunburned.
Oh, yes. After thirty-*mumble, mumble* years, I still haven't learned my lesson.
My arms look like lobster claws, and my chest looks just as bad. My face and scalp were protected by my hat, and, for some reason, I had decided to wear pants on a scorching hot day.
Have you ever tried nursing a baby with flailing arms and dragon claws while sunburned? It's not pretty, my friends, not pretty at all.
And, of course, it was too hot and humid to wear long sleeves.
If I'd had any with me, that is.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Wordless Wednesday--Hide 'n' Seek
This is my goofball second daughter playing hide and seek while we were on vacation.
Amazingly, no one could find her.
Seriously.
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Amazingly, no one could find her.
Seriously.
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"Normal" Is Only a Setting On the Dryer
Why is it that getting home from a vacation is so stressful?
Despite two weeks of doing not much more than relaxing, I'm wiped out.
Why is it that the routine of activities, house-cleaning, general maintenance, summer jobs, fun, and naps is so difficult to reestablish?
Of course Prince Charming had to go to work this morning. Of course he did.
Why is it that the arguing, screaming, clutter, and dirtying of dishes are the first things to fall back into place?
Why?
Oh, relaxing vacation! Where art thou? Thou art but a vague, distant memory, though ended only yesterday.
Oh, for something easy, something familiar, something normal, that doesn't include arguing, mediating, or high-pitched voices. Maybe I should just go do laundry...
Despite two weeks of doing not much more than relaxing, I'm wiped out.
Why is it that the routine of activities, house-cleaning, general maintenance, summer jobs, fun, and naps is so difficult to reestablish?
Of course Prince Charming had to go to work this morning. Of course he did.
Why is it that the arguing, screaming, clutter, and dirtying of dishes are the first things to fall back into place?
Why?
Oh, relaxing vacation! Where art thou? Thou art but a vague, distant memory, though ended only yesterday.
Oh, for something easy, something familiar, something normal, that doesn't include arguing, mediating, or high-pitched voices. Maybe I should just go do laundry...
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
We've Got Tickets to Ride
Yesterday, at the butt-crack of dawn, we set off on vacation to the Live Music Capitol of the world: Austin, TX.
Beautiful, sunny, oh-so-hot Austin.
I should probably lose five pounds this week just from sweating, if I ever leave the house, that is.
Anyway, our trip started uneventfully at the airport.
Until we got to the gate, that is.
All seven of us (my five, plus my in-laws) had JUST walked up to the gate, when we heard the page: "Prince Charming's father, party of seven, please come to the ticket counter. Prince Charming's father, party of seven, please come to the ticket counter."
Uh, oh.
We all thought we were being kicked off the plane, for some reason or another. Until my father-in-law got back to us.
"We've been upgraded."
Upgraded?
"All seven of us have been upgraded to first class!"
?!?
Seriously, we got to fly first class. All seven of us.
Yee haw!
And let me tell you, first class is so worth it! Heated towels, breakfast, drinks, super nice flight attendants, wide seats.
THAT is the life!
I could definitely get used to that.
Beautiful, sunny, oh-so-hot Austin.
I should probably lose five pounds this week just from sweating, if I ever leave the house, that is.
Anyway, our trip started uneventfully at the airport.
Until we got to the gate, that is.
All seven of us (my five, plus my in-laws) had JUST walked up to the gate, when we heard the page: "Prince Charming's father, party of seven, please come to the ticket counter. Prince Charming's father, party of seven, please come to the ticket counter."
Uh, oh.
We all thought we were being kicked off the plane, for some reason or another. Until my father-in-law got back to us.
"We've been upgraded."
Upgraded?
"All seven of us have been upgraded to first class!"
?!?
Seriously, we got to fly first class. All seven of us.
Yee haw!
And let me tell you, first class is so worth it! Heated towels, breakfast, drinks, super nice flight attendants, wide seats.
THAT is the life!
I could definitely get used to that.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
White-Out
To all of you who were subjected to my oh-so-whiteness today at the public pool,
I apologize.
To all of you who were dazzled by my new, brightly-patterned swimsuit contrasting with mywinter all-year-long whiteness,
I'm sorry.
At least I shaved.
You're welcome.
I apologize.
To all of you who were dazzled by my new, brightly-patterned swimsuit contrasting with my
I'm sorry.
At least I shaved.
You're welcome.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Proposal
So, I've been avoiding posting this, and I'm not sure why.
I want a change. At least, I think I do.
I've been blogging here at The Queen I Am Not for two almost years now. I originally named this blog because of my older daughter's complete and absolute obsession with princesses. That, and every time she played "princess," I never got to be the queen; I was always the bad stepmother, or the prince.
Although she's still into princesses, and has taught her younger sister to love them, as well, princesses don't consume her life anymore.
And now and then, I do actually get to be the queen. When I'm asked to play "princess" anymore. Which isn't often now that my younger daughter is old enough to play along.
While I still like my blog name, and while it's still appropriate, I'm thinking about making a change.
This is what I'm thinking about, and have been for over two weeks now:
I'm considering changing my blog title to E=MC2 (that's a squared, if I can figure out how to do a superscript on here).
Why? Well, for a number of reasons: 1. I'm a math teacher. 2. My husband was a math teacher until yesterday (stupid funding cuts!). 3. E, M, and C are (conveniently) the initials of my children. 4. E, M, and C actually correspond well to my children's personalities.
Before I make any changes, though, I really want your feedback.
I know I haven't posted much lately, but it's partly because this has been weighing on my mind, and I've been trying to avoid it.
I think I want a fresh start, but I really like the comfortable nature of the old/current.
I don't know. What do you think?
Please let me know in the comments. Also, I'll try to get a poll up in the sidebar, if I can figure it out.
Seriously. I want your input. I really do value your opinions!
So, what do you think?
I want a change. At least, I think I do.
I've been blogging here at The Queen I Am Not for two almost years now. I originally named this blog because of my older daughter's complete and absolute obsession with princesses. That, and every time she played "princess," I never got to be the queen; I was always the bad stepmother, or the prince.
Although she's still into princesses, and has taught her younger sister to love them, as well, princesses don't consume her life anymore.
And now and then, I do actually get to be the queen. When I'm asked to play "princess" anymore. Which isn't often now that my younger daughter is old enough to play along.
While I still like my blog name, and while it's still appropriate, I'm thinking about making a change.
This is what I'm thinking about, and have been for over two weeks now:
I'm considering changing my blog title to E=MC2 (that's a squared, if I can figure out how to do a superscript on here).
Why? Well, for a number of reasons: 1. I'm a math teacher. 2. My husband was a math teacher until yesterday (stupid funding cuts!). 3. E, M, and C are (conveniently) the initials of my children. 4. E, M, and C actually correspond well to my children's personalities.
Before I make any changes, though, I really want your feedback.
I know I haven't posted much lately, but it's partly because this has been weighing on my mind, and I've been trying to avoid it.
I think I want a fresh start, but I really like the comfortable nature of the old/current.
I don't know. What do you think?
Please let me know in the comments. Also, I'll try to get a poll up in the sidebar, if I can figure it out.
Seriously. I want your input. I really do value your opinions!
So, what do you think?
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