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It's begun.

Massive hair loss, that is.

After a year of hormone-enhanced follicles, all those excess, superfluous, glorious strands are falling out. By the handful. It's so sad.

The one GOOD thing that happens to me during pregnancy/childbirth/post partum life is thick, shiny, lucious hair. Now, four and a half months later? Not so much.

And, sadly, never again.

Oh well. Had to happen sometime.

Lisa Russo made me grumpy.

Well, maybe "grumpy" is too strong a word. Envious? Frustrated?  Wistful?

She posted on her blog today that her husband is Mister Get It Done Right Now guy. He gets a project and chop-chops, apparently. She decided on stuff for her baby's nursery and lo! it's getting done!!

Which prompted a trip down memory lane for me ... remembering all the whip-cracking I had to do to get Marc to help me out with the nursery for Harper. And how I somehow found myself up on a ladder at eight months pregnant cutting in around the ceiling to help jump-start him into action. Mr GIDRN, Marc is not. My little memory lane jaunt also led me back into Michele Baby Blog Archives to dig up this little nugget from Feb 15, 2004, entitled "The Nursery is Killin' Me":

Why do you suppose, when I need my sleep the most, I wake up every day between 4:30 and 5:30 a.m. to go to the bathroom and then can't go back to sleep? I've been up since 4:45 and finally just gave up on sleeping again an hour later. It's driving me crazy. I'm going to be so exhausted by the time this kid even gets here!

I'm sure right now it's a stress thing. Her room is just driving us nuts. Two nights ago Marc started hanging the trim molding around the middle of the room to separate the two wall colors, and I went in to see if he needed help and noticed the molding looked "different." I asked ... did you clean out the white paint on the brush from painting the closet before your painted the molding? He said why would he, when he used the same color. Grrr. The walls are off-white and orange, and the trim around the room is stained oak ... why WOULD he paint the molding white?? Chalk it up to miscommunication, I guess. So I found myself repainting all the molding and Marc grumbling about "sorry for trying to help." Dude, I said I'd do it and you said no because I'm pregnant!!

Then yesterday morning I went to Home Depot to pay for the carpet and get the installation time set up, and I just happened to ask, "You guys take care of the baseboard, right?" The lady looked at me like I was nuts. I said that when we ordered the carpet, I asked the guy if we needed to remove the baseboards before installation and he said no, the installers take care of that. This lady said no, you don't need to take them off. I said won't the carpet be too high on it then? She asked what kind of flooring we had, and I told her it's hardwood floors and the baseboard goes to the floor. She said yes, you need to take those off before the installation. Grrr again. She said usually baseboard splits when you take it off, too. Grrr some more. Then she said there's a separate group of guys who come in before the installation to remove the baseboard, for a fee of $2/linear foot (we have 47 linear feet in the room), and then put it back on after the carpet's installed, ASSUMING the baseboard doesn't split, but it almost always does. So I said, then do WE bear the responsibility of replacing the baseboard anyway? Yes. Well then screw the $100, we'll just do it. So last night at 7:30 Marc ran to Home Depot to get a crowbar and spent the next hour taking off all the baseboard ... two of which did indeed split.

And the only time the installers had open this week to put in the carpet is this morning between 7 and 9 a.m. So we didn't even have time to go get replacement molding and get it stained before the carpet came ... it's been nice having that empty room to work in.

And speaking of working ... after Marc took down all the baseboard last night, he put up the remaining molding on the walls and discovered he'd completely overlooked one small (5") section needed by the closet door. So today I have to go buy another foot of the trim, prime it, paint it, and get it ready for Marc to cut to size and put up tonight.

Plus then we have to go buy baseboard, stain it (trying to figure out WHAT stain we need ... guess I'll take a strip of the old stuff with me), get it up ... I want this freaking room to be done now.

Oh, and the carpet guy arrived at 7:15, I showed him to the room, and noticed Marc missed one entire wall of baseboard. He took off the quarter round but not the board. So I had to go get the crowbar and finish the job myself. Why does it feel like I do more finishing than I should? Grrr-freaking-rrr.

He was done by 9:15 and the room looks great ... even though it's missing the baseboard - which the carpet guy said we COULD have left in place, minus the quarter round. Nice. I felt I deserved a little retail therapy after that and went out to a boutique I love and found what I hope will be her coming home outfit. It isn't the most practical thing in the world, and not something I normally would spend so much money on, but it put a huge smile on my face so I knew I had to have it.

Now I guess I sit back and wait for Marc to do the baseboard, then we can get the shelves up and start filing in the room and closet. The fun part is finally just around the corner!

End quote. Thank goodness the room turned out as pretty as it did. I might have gone a bit mental.

The Quotable Henry

While driving to some friends' house for dinner on Sunday, Henry wanted to pretend our SUV was the Millenium Falcon. He's obsessed with Star Wars, if I haven't mentioned.

His words to us:

"Daddy, you be Han Solo. Mommy, you be Princess Leia. And Harper ... you can be Chewbacca."

Visions of how Henry will "play" with his little sister now dancing scarily in my head.


Resizeharper1 Harper is four months old. No wait ... let me say it again so I can really absorb the information: HARPER IS FOUR MONTHS OLD. Wow.

I can't get over it. Seems like just yesterday I was spending my days wrapped about the john, tossing my cookies (and saltines ... and gingersnaps ... and tuna casserole ...), wearing maternity clothes, pondering how to decorate a room, thrilling over ultrasounds ... and then I went into labor and since then it's been a blur. Because I had her at 4 a.m., we checked out about 30 hours later. Didn't see a reason to stay in the hospital if all was well, but it feels like I popped her out, slept a little, then went home. And from then on it all just flew by.

She's rolling around. She's babbling. She adores the exersaucer. She gets distracted and looks around while eating. She chews on her toes. She's just the cutest thing and we're all under her spell.

But MAN! Why does she have to grow so fast?!

She's my last baby, and it feels like her babyness is already fading. I feel like I didn't have enough time with my snuggly, warm, dependent little newborn. My kids just pop out way too strong and independent. I love that and respect that about them, but it really gyps me out of enjoying their smallness.

My sweet girl. If she follows her brother's timeline very closely she'll be pulling up to standing within the month and crawling within the next six weeks. Given her ability to hold herself in a standing position for a long, steady time, and the fact that she can already scooch all over the place when we lay her on the floor, I won't be surprised at all. But I'll sure miss her sweet little bobbly-baby body that leans into mine, her face nestled into my neck, her little hands kneading into my skin.

So sad that they have to grow so quickly. And yet so exciting all at the same time.


Life is good.

It's the simple things, really. Walking to the park. Hearing my kids giggle. Finding something to wear because all the laundry is washed and folded. Hubby offering to take Big Kid to lunch so I can enjoy Little Kid. Naptimes. Playtimes. Alone time with Marc after the kiddos go to bed. Fresh avocados. Clear ice.

Little things that make me happy.


Atta boy!


Big smooches to my hubby ... he got two great offers on Friday and today decided to go with a six-month-to-hire consulting position with GMAC - yeah, the financing company. He'll be creating some new big Linux-based system for them.

Now we just cross our fingers that this little gamble pays off and he gets invited onboard full-time in six months! Even if he doesn't, the job will be a huge boost to his resume, and the hourly rate is fabu.

Way to go, Babe!!

Something that's on my mind

I've been seeing and hearing a lot lately about the One Campaign. I'm sure you have too. It's the "cause du jour", the "cause celeb." But is that why it's getting attention? Seems to me human kindness and compassion and a caring for all people should be about more than wearing a white rubber bracelet because Brad Pitt says so.

What really gets me about this cause is that's it's something I could really get behind, something that is altruistic and in the true Christian spirit ... loving others as you love yourself, helping your fellow man, but yet I feel like showing my support would be more about aligning with the "cool crowd" than showing my concern for global health and welfare matters.

And there there's the money thing. Because it IS the cause of the moment, all these rich and famous people want their fan base to spend $10 or more on these little bracelets, only a percentage of which I'm sure actually goes toward fighting AIDS in Africa or whatnot, to spread the word. When all they really need to do to really make a difference is put their money where their mouth is. Granted, I haven't seen an annual report for the One Campaign ... maybe all these celebs really are donating a commensurate portion of their salary to world hunger. But it seems to me if the rich and famous were so involved in organizations such as this, they could significantly help things along with financial backing, not a pretty face. Granted, that brings greater publicity, but let's hope they aren't being paid even more to "show their support"!

Only 9% of the population earns more than 100K per year. 9%. That's a humbling thought, especially considering that small number includes everyone from "lowly" engineers, businessmen, realtors, entrepreneurs who break the 100K barrier all the way up to entertainers and athletes and corporate CEO bigwigs who make millions just from their Christmas bonus. Consider even the President of the United States makes less than 250K per year (salary) ... though given the current president, I doubt he should even be making minimum wage. But that's just me. Why won't these multimillionaires/billionaires do their part to make this a better world? Yes, celebs and people in a position to influence SHOULD be motivating the other 91% of the world's population to open their eyes to those who need help. But a BIGGER campaign should be for that 9% to give generously. Take those Enron and Tyco guys ... if the government isn't going to pursue and prosecute them with the stringency with which they skewered Martha, maybe their penance should be giving the money they stole from middle America to some Third World country. Might help things a bit. If a child in Africa can be fed on just a dollar a day, per Sally Struthers, imagine what could be done with Michael Jordan donating a million dollars or, say, the proceeds from just ONE of his ventures for one year.

I believe this world can be a better place, one in which we all love and respect and take care of each other. But I also believe that people should give and do to the best of their abilities and resources. Celebs put a pretty face on some ugly truths, but they are in the unique position of being able to actually DO something to help, not just agree to be part of the PR machine.

Getting off my soapbox now.