The Pixie Shtick

But I don't regret it. My son ripped my mom's shirt while they were playing together. I was sad it happened because it was a cute blouse. Knowing my mom isn't someone who often buys things for herself, I persuaded her to shopping to get a new one to replace it. I don't think she was too keen on the idea, but she found one that makes her look fabulous. And my sister found a flirty looking dress that looks gorgeous on her too. Perhaps it was wrong of me to talk them into buying anything, but I thought they looked beautiful. Kelly says hi.

My mom brought me a variety of my grandparents' fruit, as I previously mentioned she would. I didn't make jam, but I did make applesauce since I had a good sized bag of apples. It was totally fun, and I think it picked me up out of the slump I'm in. Don't let me fool you, I'm no applesauce making expert. I've canned a few things. A very few things. But I thought I'd try my hand at this. I ended up with 3 full jars, and one mostly full jar that we'll have to eat. No big. Its not the sweetest applesauce ever, but its good. Yay! The sweet aroma of the hot sauce. The sound of popping jar lids. I'm glad I got that done. And I took pics of my makeshift method, which . . . eh, you can see them later.

So my dad and Sean have been working on this project for sometime and its finally live on the website, castilloportraits.com. They're pretty excited about it and I think it looks great. The giclee comes with an awesome frame, and most people pick mahogany. I can see why, its beautiful and a popular color, but personally I think I like the gold best. Anyway, way to go dad!

As I get closer to my due date, its always good to be prepared. If you're going to be hanging out with me in the next couple of weeks (or with any pregnant woman ever), I'd appreciate it if you were prepared as well. Chances are I'm not going to pop a baby out right in front of you, but I thought it would be good for everyone to know what to do in case of an emergency delivery. Read if you like, but be warned, somethings might seem totally gross if your not familiar with the process. If you're a worry wart, like me, take comfort knowing you can usually get to a hospital or other professional help before the baby is born. You can also read about what to do during the process of labor so you know what typically goes on before the baby is born. Don't worry, I have a few weeks yet.

I'm definitely entering my last month here. I'm having braxton hicks and all kinds of those fun little aches and pains. I'm under a lot of pressure down there. Now, how much information is too much? Proceed with caution. With no warning at all, a little jump caused me to pee my pants today. And its not as though I hadn't been to the toilet enough times this morning. I think I could single handedly cause the sewers to back up during the night. My mom seems to think every little thing is a good omen that I will have a easy delivery (if those even exist.) I think she's just trying to make me feel better. Thanks mom, I hope you're right.

Okay, I have to admit I'm going a little crazy with worry about finances, escrow, moving, medical issues and all kinds of never ending problems. I'm trying to pack, which is turning out to be impossible because every minute I'm not watching Ephraim, he's destroying something. Like right now he's pulled out all his stuffed animals and a few kitchen utensils. Well, aside from my own trials, I think Ephraim's been feeling a little down too. I tried actually taking some time off of mom having a meltdown and focusing on him having a fun day, but I still think he's bored out of his mind. Somehow all of our friends seem to be busy right now. We're not the only ones who are having a busy time lately. We went to see if our neighbors were available to play, but apparently they weren't home. He cried when we left their door. I felt so bad and so lost as to what to do for him. I took him to the store and we looked at books and then I took him to the playground. I just think he needs someone else to talk to besides mom. As far as his education, we're practicing vocabulary and prepositions. He's really good at doing the elephant sound. I expect in the coming weeks we'll get to see some more family, and I really can't wait. My mom's bringing me some of my grandparent's fruit, so, you know, if I find a moment amidst my chaos I might be able to make jam. My sister-in-law had her baby. She's one of those wierdos who can give birth at home. I am too much of a chicken to even consider it. I'd much rather be at the hospital so if I have a complete nervous breakdown there are people there who can drug me. Ugh, I don't even want to think about labor right now. I just have to think happy thoughts, like cozy boob pads.

(That's why I'm writing it.)

So we've been having about the crappiest time possible lately. All kinds of annoying things keep happening. But just when I thought today was going to be another completely awful day, my mom called to say she was going to visit. That made us pretty happy. Ephraim was pretty excited to see his grandma, and I got some things done while they read books together. I still had a pretty stressful day, but that was a fun interlude. Anyway, on to the embarrassing stuff. Ephraim likes to kiss my feet. I hate it. I'm sure he does it because he knows it irritates me. Maybe someday I'll tell him he used to kiss my feet for fun and he'll be embarrassed by it. For now there's hardly anything I can do to keep him from grabbing on to my legs and trying to kiss me. It really tickles.

I wanted to take Ephraim to the park today so he could run around and maybe we could give Sean some time to relax. Yeah, it didn't work out that way at all. First, I passed a garage sale right by the park that had a window cooler for 20 bucks. Since we're moving into a house with no AC in the middle of the summer, 20 bucks seemed a very reasonable deal. So while we were at this garage sale and I was making the deal and all, Ephraim started running around, getting a kick out of all the neat things they had. It was a huge sale, it seems two neighbors combined forces. Anyway, one lady reports she saw him walking around not watching where he was going and he ran right into a table. I didn't examine the table closely, but it must of had a sharp cornered edge. Immediately he ran to me screaming. As soon as he was in my arms blood started pouring down my shirt from his mouth. The prepared garage sale hosts had a cooler with ice and brought us some ice, paper towels and, once he had calmed down a bit, an otter pop. He spilled some otter pop juice on me too, to go with the blood. I was pretty freaked out myself about the whole thing. It turned out to be a bigger gash than I first expected and I was going over the possibility of taking him to the hospital. When we left I didn't notice that the cars he had in his hands were not the ones that he had brought with him, so I had to go take those back. I took him to Sean and we decided he probably didn't need stitches after all. I just hope it doesn't turn into a nasty scar. But I felt better after talking to Sue and my sister.

The fun doesn't stop there. I had another ordeal this morning. I took my car to be washed since it was, like, ultra, embarrassingly dirty and I hadn't washed it since I don't even know how long, at least three weeks. Anyway, I locked my keys in the car while I was there. Okay, go ahead and laugh if you want. Fortunately, Sean and his keys weren't too far. About a fifteen minute walk away. Still, I was deeply distressed by everything going completely wrong this morning. Sean took us home and made us lunch. He's just awesome like that.

Yeah, yeah, I know this is an old review since the fancy new Pride and Prejudice came out in 2005, but I was watching the 1995 tv mini series one recently (again), so I wanted to say some words. First of all, I think it might be nice to have a newer, more fancier version of the story. Its such an awesome story. But the mini series is still my absolute favorite version, even if it is old and long and most people fall asleep their first time through it. Its so the best. When the new one came out in theaters I probably didn't go see it because I was scared and/or I didn't want to waste my time and money. My family actually bought the DVD, if I'm not mistaken, shortly after its release and told me I should watch it. They did warn me if I was to enjoy it, it was not to be compared to the other movie. But honestly, how is that even to be done? Of course I'm going to compare, even if I try not to. I know the movie maker people also know that its going to be compared. But they go on with the show. So the movie starts out, I'm trying to keep and open mind, and immediately I'm impressed by the scenery, the costumes, the beautiful antique looking crap they have set up. It looks nice. But then I started hating it. Keira Knightly was awful as Elizabeth. She was annoying and in no way came off charming or clever to me. This may seem strange but, WHERE ARE KEIRA KNIGHTLY'S BOOBS? I know I'm not the only person to ask that question. Okay, sometimes flat chests happen, but, ew. Their Mr Darcy wasn't bad. Their Mr Collins made me want to cry. Their Wickham made me want to barf, though I don't really like the guy in the other movie either. Sadly, Mr Bennet, who is one of my favorite characters in the older version, is as boring as plain rice in this one, but he's not a horrible interpretation on their part. And another serious problem I have with that movie is all the nudity. They must have thought, "How can we stick naked people in here? Maybe if we call it 'art,' no one will notice." I noticed. Anyway, there are a ton of other things that can be griped about in that movie, but I'm done with my rant.

So basically I'm pregnant and cranky. I'm 34 weeks. I'm moving in the next few weeks. I think that knowledge is just making way for me to absolutely hate everything about my apartment. Joy and jubilation, I packed the first box today. My son is kinda making me crazy. I do understand how unfun his life is now and is going to be for a while. He's not going to have the fun mom he's always dreamed of. I try to come up with fun things he can do. But when he starts hitting me because I won't let him play with scissors, I just have to put him in his room for some time out for both of us. I'll try to keep sane. Wish me luck.