We want nice stuff, but really any stuff is good and used stuff is great and we suddenly got a bunch of lenders and hand-me-downs this weekend so that was super exciting!
We have registered for stuff in a few places but now that we have gotten a few things I may delete some of the stuff on there.
Amazon and babies "R" us
There are a few things I would really love:
It basically comes down to this!
A co-sleeper for nursing the baby, I have several on my pinterest, I am looking for something that works like a little cubby extension of the regular bed, so I do not have to sit up to grab baby when she wakes up and want to eat, it is all about the lazy but I have been down this road before and I know what will make me happy.
Some sort of dresser or other super useful storage furniture that will work as a changing table with the changing pad we have so that it can stay with her as she gets older.
A crib for when she out grows the bassinet.
A diaper sprayer for the toilet, for cleaning cloth diapers.
2 diaper pail washable liners for the cloth diapers, and possibly a matching sized pail, but trash cans are easier to come by than liners.
A jogging stroller for Jed.
A few good bibs and washable baby wipes/other cloth wipe like items.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
I had a dream.
When ever we visit with my brother in-law he asks me several times every morning what I dreamt. I don't like this question. Why? Because if I remember what I dreamt it is almost always because I did not sleep well. If I did sleep somewhat well and I still remember my dreams it is usually very disturbing and something I'd rather forget about and i really do not need someone reminding me several times that I'm some sort of sociopath just waiting......waiting......waiting to emerge out of my shell and spread havoc!!!!! muhahhahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, my baby is due in a month, so I'm going to tell you what I dreamt last night! Because! How do you think I sleapt last night? What! you think I slept? This is what it has come down to. I lay down on the bed with 2 giant beating hearts painfully throbbing in my feet. Then when they suddenly remember that they are not part of the human anatomy and slowly fade away to something more subtle, my old circus injury (yes really, story time for another day children) takes over and I toss and turn trying in vain to get comfy enough to fall asleep, whilst attempting this physically challenging feat (turning over in bed) I sound like a wounded duck trying to defend it's babies from a wolf, or something similarly destitute. Once I do manage to sleep I'm quickly interrupted by the well run, clean water initiative that my uterus has instituted and so I hike to the bathroom on my still sore feet and then since I have just flushed the system it needs immediate replenishing to acceptable H2O levels. Some how in this process that repeats it self all night long I did manage to have dreams, and pretty much all of them had to do with being in labor. (or my dog running away)
This is the only one I recall in detail.
My pregnant self is standing in the mostly deserted maternity ward. there is a nurse sitting in a chair smoking a cigarette. Just next to her is a hospital room with a sad looking huge pregnant woman in hospital paper covers laying on a hospital bed moaning and complaining. There is a small child in the room with her playing on the floor. The nurse asks me to tell the lady to come and talk to her, so I tell the woman. She looks at me shocked and replies that she can't possibly get up she is feeling awful. So I tell the nurse, who casually informs me to tell the woman that she is not ready to have her baby so she needs to pack it up and come back later when she is actually in active labor. Wondering how this is my responsibility to tell her that, I walk back into the room and tell the lady that unfortunately she has to go back home, and she looks at me with sad quiet eyes and slowly sits up. Smoking lazy nurse still just sits there.
So here is what I get from that. In spite the fact that I have decided to take it quite personal every time the alarm clock rings and I'm still pregnant, I'm nearly 36 weeks now, I apparently have an evil nurse inside of me who's job is to tell me to suck it up and deal! Because she could care less that I am the heaviest I have ever been and that my muscles are morphing into jell-o every hour I'm not able to walk or lift or sleep or sit or lay down or stand up with out it making me tired and feeling like it was me and not Jed that just did a bunch of push ups. I just have to keep on trucking until this baby is good and ready, and before that she does not want to see my mug.
So tell me, why when I just spend the last many hours wrestling with my blanket in some failed attempt to force it to become an anti gravity chamber where I can sleep in perfect comfort without the rest of my walrus shaped body crushing my already tired hip, would I want to remember that?
Well, my baby is due in a month, so I'm going to tell you what I dreamt last night! Because! How do you think I sleapt last night? What! you think I slept? This is what it has come down to. I lay down on the bed with 2 giant beating hearts painfully throbbing in my feet. Then when they suddenly remember that they are not part of the human anatomy and slowly fade away to something more subtle, my old circus injury (yes really, story time for another day children) takes over and I toss and turn trying in vain to get comfy enough to fall asleep, whilst attempting this physically challenging feat (turning over in bed) I sound like a wounded duck trying to defend it's babies from a wolf, or something similarly destitute. Once I do manage to sleep I'm quickly interrupted by the well run, clean water initiative that my uterus has instituted and so I hike to the bathroom on my still sore feet and then since I have just flushed the system it needs immediate replenishing to acceptable H2O levels. Some how in this process that repeats it self all night long I did manage to have dreams, and pretty much all of them had to do with being in labor. (or my dog running away)
This is the only one I recall in detail.
My pregnant self is standing in the mostly deserted maternity ward. there is a nurse sitting in a chair smoking a cigarette. Just next to her is a hospital room with a sad looking huge pregnant woman in hospital paper covers laying on a hospital bed moaning and complaining. There is a small child in the room with her playing on the floor. The nurse asks me to tell the lady to come and talk to her, so I tell the woman. She looks at me shocked and replies that she can't possibly get up she is feeling awful. So I tell the nurse, who casually informs me to tell the woman that she is not ready to have her baby so she needs to pack it up and come back later when she is actually in active labor. Wondering how this is my responsibility to tell her that, I walk back into the room and tell the lady that unfortunately she has to go back home, and she looks at me with sad quiet eyes and slowly sits up. Smoking lazy nurse still just sits there.
So here is what I get from that. In spite the fact that I have decided to take it quite personal every time the alarm clock rings and I'm still pregnant, I'm nearly 36 weeks now, I apparently have an evil nurse inside of me who's job is to tell me to suck it up and deal! Because she could care less that I am the heaviest I have ever been and that my muscles are morphing into jell-o every hour I'm not able to walk or lift or sleep or sit or lay down or stand up with out it making me tired and feeling like it was me and not Jed that just did a bunch of push ups. I just have to keep on trucking until this baby is good and ready, and before that she does not want to see my mug.
So tell me, why when I just spend the last many hours wrestling with my blanket in some failed attempt to force it to become an anti gravity chamber where I can sleep in perfect comfort without the rest of my walrus shaped body crushing my already tired hip, would I want to remember that?
Thursday, May 2, 2013
We bought a house in the hood!
this last month has been a stressful blur! And I forgot to take a million pictures of everything that has happened. We are now out of the rental that served us well but was small and very much a temporary home and felt very much like a rental, especial when it was time to move. Even though we liked it there and felt at home we are happy to be out and done. We are trying hard to make this hose a home and a nice one at that so we shall have to see how that turns out, we have 6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! bedrooms! In order for us to score this amazing deal on rooms, not to mention the 4 bathrooms, we had to move to a less desirable part of town. HOWEVER! wiki calls our neighborhood a hidden gem of north Sacramento so it can't be all bad. We do not have to go many blocks in any given direction to find reminders as to why this is an area that people typically do not tell their real estate agent they want to move to BUT at the same time the streets sprawl with beautifully tall trees of all different kinds and flowers are basically falling over the fences and trying to take over the road. The houses vary in age and majority of them are taken care of well and are bursting at the seams with personality and history, and it is really quite lovely here. The first house, build in the 30's, that I fell in love with and wanted to buy, is one the same street a few blocks east. The people who did get it are really making it shine and heaven knows I'm bold enough so one day I might just go knock on the door and tell them all about how lucky they are and hopefully they will let me see a little of what they have done to it, because that house was so fun! When it was first started this was actually a very nice area , build on an old horse ranch. Then sometime mid last century the city of North Sacramento had a heated election where they close to become part of Sacramento and ever since then they have become a neglected part of the greater Sacramento area. There are now efforts being made to reverse the effect but it is not going to happen quickly. We are not really sure how long we will stay here, but the house has the possibility to become a long term place for us if we end up choosing to. We would love to build up equity sell it and then get a place that is more in line with what we've been wanting when we sit down and talk of the dream home. Bigger kitchen, more living space, bigger yard, 3 acres at least! But who knows! It depends on the housing market, Jed's job situation and many other things.
Send me a message if you would like the new address.
Send me a message if you would like the new address.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Free online classes
My friend Adriana just posted a list of free classes available online! I have not looked at any of the links yet so do not shoot me if they are not what you think I'm advertising. I think this could be a lot of fun. I've been wanting to go back to school but now is not the time. I've been keeping an eye on various publications in the mail that offer short classes on different topics but they all cost something. In case you are interested here it is! Enjoy! If you have anything to add let me know!
CreativeLive.com great for photographers and designers.
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Magic!
I originally posted this on facebook a year ago but I wanted it a bit more permanent so here it is again.
I have loved so many places but to me my grandmother's house was magic and when she moved I realized she was the one that really made that 400 year old farm house with a straw roof enchanted because the new house (only 100 years old) turned out to be just as fantastic. I loved the stained glass windows in the bathroom, they made me feel like I was looking through time into something sacred and private. I loved the smells of straw, bread in the own, wooden plank floors that felt rough under your bare feet and some times gave you a splinter, the grumpy farmers field behind the house and the cooking smells from the neighboring "home for the traveler" that would fill the night air with loud laughter and music on Saturday nights. The garden was full of wonderful trees for climbing or apple picking and the garden had flowers and vegetables growing and filling the air with joy. My grandfathers workshop was sharply and wonderfully fragrant with wood shavings and paint, and when I would sneak in there I felt as though I had entered a separate world hidden in plain sight in the middle of my oasis of childhood bliss. There were 2 sets of stairs in the house and one led straight up to the remodeled hayloft which was now a large family room with sloping walls almost to the floor, there was still a door for loading the hay in and now it simply opened up to a straight drop down to the lawn below and my older and much braver cousins would fill it up with pillows and blankets and jump out into the open, how I envied them the freedom but I was absolutely terrified of leaping out myself. The other set of stars I rarely walked up because they led to my uncles end of the house and since he was just 16 years older than my self I was usually not a welcome sight there, when he was home and awake the house was filled with the rhythms he constantly was beating into his drum set. When he was not home I would sometimes tiptoe into his room and look at his detailed drawings of shoes that he was designing the rest of his art was to uninteresting for this young art critic to catch my attention, then I might walk on to the next section of the house I was not allowed in. i was a sort of an attic full of strange dusty things i remember a butter churn and other artifacts, dusty boxes and crates and a glorious old organ that you had to constantly pump with pedal-like bellows in order to make it produce sound. This was difficult because I was to short to do this while sitting on the bench so I had to master the skill of pumping, balancing and producing horrible sounding music that I would attempt to sing along to all at once with out getting asked to stop by an adult or older cousin. This house had wonderful sounds as well, laughter. Lots and lots of jolly, sweet, enthusiastic, soul feeding laughter. And music. Singing, strumming on guitars, a banjo, a harmonica, an accordion, on occasion a violin, a saw, a comb and a number of other instruments real or not that I can't name. The sound of my grandmothers voice though, that is the most powerful magic there was within those tutor walls. When she sat down with a book the kids would flock around her and quiet and expectant and when she opened the pages and filled our imaginations with wonder and adventure they would stay full long hours after she snapped the book shut and told our objecting selves that we would have to wait, then if we were really lucky we would get to listen to her talk about the shadows on the walls and her memories from her own childhood while we lay squeezed tighter together in one little bed next to her than we would ever have put up in our own rooms, yet here in her bedroom with the old lumpy heavy blankets and the elbows and knees of my siblings i felt totally and completely happy.
I have loved so many places but to me my grandmother's house was magic and when she moved I realized she was the one that really made that 400 year old farm house with a straw roof enchanted because the new house (only 100 years old) turned out to be just as fantastic. I loved the stained glass windows in the bathroom, they made me feel like I was looking through time into something sacred and private. I loved the smells of straw, bread in the own, wooden plank floors that felt rough under your bare feet and some times gave you a splinter, the grumpy farmers field behind the house and the cooking smells from the neighboring "home for the traveler" that would fill the night air with loud laughter and music on Saturday nights. The garden was full of wonderful trees for climbing or apple picking and the garden had flowers and vegetables growing and filling the air with joy. My grandfathers workshop was sharply and wonderfully fragrant with wood shavings and paint, and when I would sneak in there I felt as though I had entered a separate world hidden in plain sight in the middle of my oasis of childhood bliss. There were 2 sets of stairs in the house and one led straight up to the remodeled hayloft which was now a large family room with sloping walls almost to the floor, there was still a door for loading the hay in and now it simply opened up to a straight drop down to the lawn below and my older and much braver cousins would fill it up with pillows and blankets and jump out into the open, how I envied them the freedom but I was absolutely terrified of leaping out myself. The other set of stars I rarely walked up because they led to my uncles end of the house and since he was just 16 years older than my self I was usually not a welcome sight there, when he was home and awake the house was filled with the rhythms he constantly was beating into his drum set. When he was not home I would sometimes tiptoe into his room and look at his detailed drawings of shoes that he was designing the rest of his art was to uninteresting for this young art critic to catch my attention, then I might walk on to the next section of the house I was not allowed in. i was a sort of an attic full of strange dusty things i remember a butter churn and other artifacts, dusty boxes and crates and a glorious old organ that you had to constantly pump with pedal-like bellows in order to make it produce sound. This was difficult because I was to short to do this while sitting on the bench so I had to master the skill of pumping, balancing and producing horrible sounding music that I would attempt to sing along to all at once with out getting asked to stop by an adult or older cousin. This house had wonderful sounds as well, laughter. Lots and lots of jolly, sweet, enthusiastic, soul feeding laughter. And music. Singing, strumming on guitars, a banjo, a harmonica, an accordion, on occasion a violin, a saw, a comb and a number of other instruments real or not that I can't name. The sound of my grandmothers voice though, that is the most powerful magic there was within those tutor walls. When she sat down with a book the kids would flock around her and quiet and expectant and when she opened the pages and filled our imaginations with wonder and adventure they would stay full long hours after she snapped the book shut and told our objecting selves that we would have to wait, then if we were really lucky we would get to listen to her talk about the shadows on the walls and her memories from her own childhood while we lay squeezed tighter together in one little bed next to her than we would ever have put up in our own rooms, yet here in her bedroom with the old lumpy heavy blankets and the elbows and knees of my siblings i felt totally and completely happy.
Monday, February 25, 2013
A quick peak at the house
Following are 3 little videos that I made of the house the first time I went to see it, Astrid was with me because she was home sick and my mom came along for fun, and good times and to help me see if it was any good since most everything we have looked at so far was not. Jed was at work and this house looked promising but we had very little time to put in an offer so we had to go right then.
I still have no idea how we got this house you get a brief glimpse in the back ground of a guy in the drive way, who walked in right when we were done looking and wanted Nancy (our real estate agent) to show him the house as well She went mother hen on him. She basically told him very politely to go away and not bother to come back because I was going to get this house! I like having an agent who really looks out for me!
I have watched a total of 3 different groups of people coming into the house, after we already had our home inspection people were still coming in and I was starting to feel a little possessive but Nancy assures me that I have nothing to worry about and that HUD (government agency who we are buying it from) are just taking their time changing the listing status.
Big Changes!
BIG CHANGES!
We are having a baby the first week of July and we are in the process of buying a house! I get wonderfully useless when i am pregnant and so for the last several months I have been MIA Sorry about that!
A few things we will be working on as far as baby goes, is trying to be more enviromentaly friendly. We are talking both the nature, world, save the whales kinda environmentally friendly and also the home environment Home environment Especially is more friendly when we are not spending a fortune on something that goes straight in the trash so we are seriously considering cloth diapering. Well if that does not sound ambitious enough my dear mother and I are also planning to try to make the diapers our selves because we are just that crazy! Let's see how it all works out!
House!
House house house!
We are buying a HUD home so that basically boils down to buying a normal house but instead of a person or even a bank owning it, it is own by the government! And anytime you are dealing with the government...... well it is certainly a learning experience!
Last time we bought a house it was the old fashioned way, from a regular person and it was so much simpler. Assuming everything goes according to plan we'll be moving in a few months or less.
Things I love about the house 6! yep I said 6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
bedrooms! halleluiah!
And it is only 5 years old so there are not any big stuff wrong with it. We had a very thorough inspection done and everything is looking pretty good, the house has been vacant for a long time so it is filthy and needs a ton of small stuff that does add up BUT it is so much better than just about everything else we have looked at and it is so much bigger, we are getting just under 2300 square feet of space ! yay!
It is far from my dream home but considering our limitations and options I'm extremely pleased.
A few things i would do differently. The floorplan. it is odd and I wish i could pick up the house and shake it about and rearange everything. I wish the yard was bigger. I wish the area it is located in was nicer including the schol that the kids in theory will be attending, and I wish there was a real grocery store somewhere close.I have not found anything other than strange looking corner stores so far, and a bunch of auto repair places.
Big Stuff! More details to follow!
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