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Completed Week in the Life

August 15th, 2011 Posted by Days in the Life, Uncategorized, Week in the Life 2011 4 thoughts on “Completed Week in the Life”

Phew! I finally completed my Week in the Life album, and I am glad to have it done. I am one of those people who feels like she cannot move on to other projects until she finishes a current project. Since I have bunches of paper projects up my sleeve, I wanted to finish my Week in the Life, so I could get started on some other things.

In the the video, I walk through how I made my album and some of the products I used. Did you do a Week in the Life project? Let me know! I would love to see your project. Questions? Let me know in the comments – I am happy to answer any burning Week in the Life questions.

(Pst…you can check out my Week in the Life posts here: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday)

Week in the Life: Sunday, Sunday…ends and beginnings

August 1st, 2011 Posted by Days in the Life, Uncategorized, Week in the Life 2011 2 thoughts on “Week in the Life: Sunday, Sunday…ends and beginnings”

Up at 7:30 a.m. for spin class. Third spin class of the week. Can you tell I love spin class?

At spin class, regale classmates with the story of my bike incident and banged up knee.

Come home, shower, family breakfast. Leftover bagels and scrambled eggs. Kate gobbles down about eight mini pancakes. Play around, go for a walk. Come home, take Dan’s bike in to get tuned up, so he can join Kate and I on biking adventures. Find ourselves pleasantly surprised at the tune up cost.

At home, Dan plays with Kate in my office while I work on Saturday’s Week in the Life post. Laugh at the images I captured on camera. Dan puts Kate down for a nap, I start work. I like to work each day. I am not really one for taking “time off.” I get all anxious about catching up. Life seems much more manageable when taken in bite sized chunks. Not that I never take breaks. Oh yes, I take breaks. But I prefer to work some each day to keep my To Do list at bay. Plus, I am fortunate to work on a pretty flexible basis, so I can do my mom-thing and work-thing. Mostly. Everyday is a balance.

Click click away, doing my computer work. Kate wakes up from her nap. Feed her copious amounts of Teddy Grahams.

My parents stop over to play with Kate in her pool. This only grandchild thing is really working for Kate. And it’s nice that my parents (and Dan’s parents) live just 15 minutes away and can stop by on a random Sunday to watch Kate splash in her pool.

Say good bye to the Grandparents. Put away laundry. Why does laundry keep piling up? Seriously. Never ending. Think about what I need to accomplish next week. Write up my To Do list.

Dan needs to work tonight, so I am on my own. Think about what I want for dinner. Look forward to watching the new season of Project Runway on my DVR while eating cereal on the couch with Mac Book in hand after Kate goes to bed. Finish up my Sunday Week in the Life post. Can’t believe I documented an entire week.

Observations: I found this project completely worthwhile. Documenting the bits and pieces of the things we do each day painted a picture of our life I rarely see with all the comings and goings.

Thank you for reading this series. I just ordered my prints, so look for a Week in the Life scrapbook project in coming weeks. Please leave a comment with any questions about Week in the Life, and I will answer in the comments. Now, here goes another week.

Week in the Life: Saturday fun

July 31st, 2011 Posted by Days in the Life, Uncategorized, Week in the Life 2011 4 thoughts on “Week in the Life: Saturday fun”

Up at 7:30 a.m. for 8:00 a.m. BodyStep class. Feels practically sinful given my Monday through Friday 5:30 a.m. wake ups.

Hear Kate in her crib singing “DADA DAAAAADA DADADADADA DA DA DA.” Find her cuteness almost too irresistible to leave, but I do. Today my friend/instructor, Kim, teaches BodyStep, and it is not to be missed.

Head home after a good sweat, Dan and Kate head out to procure bagels while I shower. Breakfast together. We don’t eat breakfast together Monday through Friday, so I relish lazy weekend mornings. Squirt whip cream in my coffee because that’s how I like it. Read the paper, chat, play with Kate. Decide to take a walk even though it feels like 95 degrees. But, the lack of humidity makes it feel warm instead of like choking on pea soup while walking through a rain forest.

Kate falls asleep in her stroller. Proceed to clean up, get organized for the day. Leave Kate in her stroller parked in the living room. Kate wakes up, feed her lunch, play, try to put her down for a real nap (given the stroller nap only lasted 30 minutes).

While Kate fusses in her crib, Dan works on hitching the baby trailer to my new bike. What new bike, you ask? Look for more detail soon in another post. High fives to Dan for figuring out how to collapse the trailer and how to hitch it to my bike. Take the bike out for my first test run with my cycle shoes. Momentary panic because, well, it takes some getting used to, clicking your feet in the pedals without falling over. Dan holds onto the bike like a parent would a child while I figure out how to click in without falling over. Laugh because our neighbors probably think I don’t know how to ride a bike. Click in, Dan let’s go, and off I ride.

Come back after mastering how to click in and out. Dan hitches up the trailer for me to test (without Kate). I say I know how to do it, I’m fine. Proceed to clip in my left shoe, find myself off balance, and crash in my driveway. Tear a chunk out of my knee. Breathe a sigh of relief because I needed to take a tumble, so I would not be scared any more. Try again and this time succeed.

After a turn around the neighborhood, feel good about taking Kate with me the next time. Clean up my knee and send my Week in the Life pictures to Winkflash. Kate wakes up, feed her animal crackers – her new favorite snack – and pop her in the bike trailer. She loves it. We tool around the neighborhood, so I can practice pulling her weight and clipping in and out without tumbling off the bike.

Arrive home, clean up, no one feels like cooking, head to Red Robin for dinner. Enjoy a guacamole burger. Realize how hungry I am. Kate eats cheese and french fries. Head home to play a bit, Kate chases Belle and tries to give her kisses. Night time for Kate, ice cream and TV shows for her parents.

Observations: Having my camera out and at the ready helps me capture so many more moments that I otherwise would never have seen.

Week in the Life: Friday, Friday, meltdowns on Friday

July 30th, 2011 Posted by Days in the Life, Uncategorized, Week in the Life 2011 5 thoughts on “Week in the Life: Friday, Friday, meltdowns on Friday”

Friday, Friday. Ups and downs.

Up at 5:30 a.m. for spin. Love spin. Love my spin shoes. Love my spin instructor, Kim.

After a good sweat, back to the ranch, shower, grab Kate, make breakfast. Think about what I need to get done today. Try to come up with something fun for Kate.

Decide to hit up the local park. Think this will be a great idea. Let Kate loose. Chase Kate. All goes well for about 10 minutes. Then she decides to sit in the dirt. Try to remove her. Freak out. Let it go. Until she starts throwing dirt. Don’t let Kate throw dirt on other kids. Que meltdown. Try to redirect her. Failed. Try again. Kate throws herself on the ground, screams, kicks dirt everywhere, kicks me, proceeds to make a huge scene. Decide to end this 15 minute park trip.

Attempt to wrangle her into her carseat. She does this thing where she arches her back and screams, making it darn near impossible to buckle her in. Tell her mommy will get arrested if she does not strap in her. More screams ensue.

Drive to Safeway to pick up a take and bake pizza for dinner. Non stop wailing from the backseat. Have my own meltdown in the parking lot at Safeway. Shed some tears over the stress of the week. Call my dad to whine. Dad tells me not to press the panic button. Wipe my face and decide to keep trucking with today.

Pick up the pizza and some pudding for a fun project. Come back, feed Kate lunch, put Kate down for a nap. Take some Ibuprofen. Migraines tend to linger, leaving muscle aches and eye pains in their wake. Work on blogging, special projects, call my mom to decompress. Kate wakes up from her nap. Don’t like the look of her butt. Decide she needs a prescription.

Wait on hold with Vienna Pediatrics for at least 30 minutes. Explain situation. Try to get nurse to ask one of Kate’s doctors to send over a prescription without an appointment. Tell her I am pretty sure I know what she needs. Nurse yells at me. Try to interject. Nurse continues interrupting me and generally exuding nastiness. Tell nurse I know she is busy, but I am just a mom trying to trouble shoot today. Not challenging her or telling her how to do her job. Nurse calms down. Makes me an appointment.

Head on over the pediatrician’s office. Seeing the new doctor. She turns out to be super sweet. Sends over a prescription to my CVS. Head home.

Decide Kate and I need some fun today. Set her up with some pudding and her blow up pool and let her go nuts totally naked (air helps the diaper rash.) More details in a forthcoming post. Lots of fun, plus she smells yummy like chocolate pudding.

Leave Kate with Dan while I head over to CVS to pick up Kate’s prescription. CVS tells me they don’t have it. I tell them the doctor sent it over well over an hour ago, so why don’t they check again. All employees ignore me. Try again to get them to get their attention. Explain I know they are busy, but I need help seeing as I cannot fill this prescription myself. They tell me they don’t have it and do nothing to help me acquire it. Ask if this is a problem on the CVS end or the pediatrician’s end. They look at me like I am speaking Martian. Become increasingly more annoyed. I don’t understand how this RX just vanished. How can we trouble shoot this situation? Again, nothing. Call Dan and tell him, that’s it, we are switching to Walgreens. Think I might have some of the RX cream leftover from the last time, give up on CVS, head home.

Dan added extra toppings to our take and bake cheese pizza. Decide to feed Kate and put her to bed before we eat dinner because by Friday we tire of listening to screaming while we eat. Dan bathes Kate and puts her to bed while I tend the pizza. We eat in delicious silence, then watch TV and go to bed.

And, no, I never did get that prescription filled Friday. Decide to tackle it Saturday with renewed energy.

Observations: I beat myself up for not getting enough done. But if this Week in the Life has shown me anything, it’s that I do accomplish a lot. And it’s okay to cry in the Safeway parking lot. Let it out, take a deep breath, put on your big girl pants, and get to it.

Week in the Life: Thursday task master

July 29th, 2011 Posted by Days in the Life, Uncategorized, Week in the Life 2011 2 thoughts on “Week in the Life: Thursday task master”

Thursday, you can’t stop me.

Up at 5:30 a.m. for BodyPump class. Second BodyPump class of the week. Feel better today after yesterday’s migraine.

Get home, shower, and decide to apply this Vaseline Cocoa Butter moisturizing body gel per YouTube Beauty Guru Emily Noel. Decide I smell like a delicious cookie, which is awesome. But also decide I kind of feel like I dipped myself in Crisco, which is not so awesome. I feel like I am melting a stick of better between my legs whenever I cross them. But my skin feels super smooth, so I go with it.

Rescue Kate from her crib and get going on breakfast. Frozen waffle and banana for Kate, Grapenuts with bananas and blueberries for mommy. Grapenuts? Yes, Grapenuts. I went through this big Grapenut kick a couple years ago. And, in true Sarah fashion, I completely OD’ed on it. But it has been a good long while since then, so I decided to try them again. And now I want to eat Grapenuts for each and every meal. They are an acquired taste, to be sure.

Hop on my computer to tackle a couple of tasks before my playgroup arrives. I bust out my Wednesday post and retool some copy for work in advance of an afternoon’s conference call. Finish my computer work, quickly blow dry my hair, run around in my hot rollers while cleaning up and getting snack out for the little ones. Dan helps blow up the pool and arrange the deck. (Sidenote: Dan inquired about the lack of mention of his contributions to my week. Let it be known, Dan is my main man, my super helper, capable of reaching high places, fetches me ice cream Friday nights, and mostly performs back rubs on demand.)

By now, it’s 10 a.m. and the playgroupers arrive. Thursdays are my favorite because I love these ladies. This mom job is kinda tough. And these ladies reassure me I am doing a great job, offer suggestions for how to tackle a diaper rash, and regale us with humorous stories of exploding diapers. So the kids splash in the pool and eat Cherrios off the deck while us mommies catch up. By noon the kids turn into pumpkins and everyone departs for lunch and nap. Kate consents to eating some cheese for lunch but won’t drink out of her sippy cup. In fact, all she wants to do is play her favorite game of throw sippy cup on the floor so milk leaks everywhere and cry until the sippy cups is returned to me so I can throw it again. Mommy dislikes this game. Rock Kate and put her down for her nap.

This is the time of day where I consume copious amounts of tea and coffee. I start off with a current favorite – orange spice tea – and soon chase it with Donut Shop brand Keurig cups. Mmmm….coffee. I love coffee so much that I think about it before I go to bed, looking forward to that morning cup, and I cannot wait for my afternoon fix. If everyone gets a vice, coffee is mine. So I happily caffeinate and prepare for my afternoon conference call.

Kate wakes up right as my call finishes, and in total, she sleeps maybe an hour and a half. That is awesome. The best nap this week. Victory dance!

She eats her snack – Teddy Grahams, her new favorite – in my office while I finish up some emails. And then, while I don’t want to, I decide we simply must make a trek to Tysons Corner to return some stuff to Old Navy. I am dreading this return because during my last transaction, I returned something and bought something. But then, since I try to be Earth conscience, I told the girl at the register I would be happy to reuse my bag. And that is how I ended up with my new purchase PLUS the purchase I tried to return. The old purchase snuck back in when I bought the new item.

But, alas, I don’t want anyone thinking I am a thief, plus, I decided I didn’t like the stuff I got anyway. So we trudge to Tysons, head up to Old Navy, and explain the situation. This does not phase the Old Navy personnel at all, and they do not consider me a thief. Phew!

Against my better judgment, I decide to walk around Macys. For some reason, I keep thinking I will find this pair of capris I have in my head but cannot find at any store. Yet I keep looking. And I don’t find what I am looking for. About two minutes into this Macy’s trip, Kate lets it be known she does not like Macy’s. Well, I’ve come prepared for her mood and give her a bag of animal crackers to feast on while I breeze through racks that can’t decide if they want to be summer or fall. Give up.

At home I realize I need to bake the cookies for my Vienna Mom’s Board meeting tonight. Bake cookies while simultaneously make dinner. Super excited because tonight is taco night. Dan informs me he must get on a conference call at 6 p.m. Boo. Eat dinner alone with Kate. She makes terrible dinner company. She chews with her mouth open, I cannot understand a word she said, and then she throws my culinary efforts on the floor. (Geeze, I just realized how much food Kate throws on the floor. See, that is why I feel bad for people without dogs. They have to clean that up. That’s how Belle earns her keep around here, helping me with the floors.)

Clean up while Kate dismantles the family room. Finish the dishes and clean up the family room. Kate takes out everything I put away. Put things away again. Kate follows behind taking things out. And this is why moms loose their minds.

Dan finishes his call, comes up, and puts Kate in the bath. I re-clean. Kate comes and gives me kisses AND smacks on the face. Such a lucky mommy! Dan puts her to bed while I get set up for my meeting.

Transfer photos from today while I set out cookies and Crystal Lite. Finish uploading, select my favorite photos. Board members arrive, we talk shop and preschools and potty training. Smile because I am lucky to know these ladies. Finish up our meeting, check email while brushing my teeth, and hop into bed.

Observations: The more I have to do, the better I am. And the more efficient.

Week in the Life: Wednesday knocks me down, but I get up again

July 28th, 2011 Posted by Days in the Life, Uncategorized, Week in the Life 2011 6 thoughts on “Week in the Life: Wednesday knocks me down, but I get up again”

Wednesday, it was wild.

Up at 5:30 a.m. for cycle class. Love cycle. Love my cycle shoes. They make me feel like the bionic woman.

Back a little after 7 a.m. Kate is not screaming. Mistakenly think this bodes well.

Use my new shampoo in the shower. Don’t you love using your new stuff? I get a shower high when I break out a new shampoo or body wash or Skintimate. Ahhh…

Okay, after I am scrubbed and clean, I think I might be able to eat breakfast alone because – epps! – Kate is still sleeping. Then Belle barks loud enough to wake up the entirety of Vienna. Kate cries. Take deep breaths lest I commit an adult-sized tantrum.

Get Kate, select a wacky floral-print shirt, feed her another frozen waffle. Decide to continue this frozen waffle thing for as long as it works. Why fix something that isn’t broken, I almost never day but am going to start saying today.

Fix myself blueberries and Cherrios and read the advice columns in the paper. I love reading advice columns. If I am feeling frustrated with my life, all I have to do is read an advice column, and I think to myself, “self, aren’t you lucky your best friend isn’t sleeping with my third cousin twice removed/brother-in-laws former roommate who also happens to be my maternal aunt’s boss. I truly lead a fortunate life.”

Unload the dishwasher and try to keep Kate from tossing all the clean silverware on the floor. Decide today will require heaps of coffee because the To Do list keeps getting longer.

Hastily get ready to attack the morning. I need to meet a Vienna Mom to notarize a document for her. What? You did not know I was a notary? Yep, it’s just another cool thing about me. I am over 18, English is my first language, and I have never ever been convicted of a felony. Therefore, I made an excellent candidate for the position of notary. Why did I become a notary, you ask? One day I woke up and thought, “I am going to get my notary license.” Really, I did. There was this woman at one of my old places of employment, and she was a notary. It came in all sorts of handy, so I decided to be one too. Plus, I thought it sounded fun. And it has come in handy, especially in times like these where I can help out a fellow mom so she does not have to schelp her two young kids to the bank and pay for some teller to sign a document.

So we did that and then popped over to Safeway. I use Evernote to keep track of my list and this time remembered to print it out before I left home. That is a win right there, people. And I remembered my wallet, unlike five recently trips where I realized all I had to pay for my large cart of groceries was either a) my first born child or b) a ziplock bag of goldfish crackers.

Since I had my act together today, I thought, hey, Wednesday, I am all over you like white on rice. Look at me, getting things done, crossing things off my To Do list, being a good notarizing neighbor.

Things pretty much went downhill from here.

I was That Mom whose kid screams at the store and everyone looks at me like “please, get your kid under control.” That was me. I broke into the animal crackers and kept stuffing them in Kate’s fat little hands and begging her to just give Mommy a few more minutes and Daddy will buy you a pony AND an iPhone. Well, Kate really did not care what wares I had to offer, so I just had to suck it up and brace myself through the checkout.

At home, her tirade continued. She screamed and fussed and wailed while I put the food away. So I sat Little Miss Cranky Pants in her highchair for lunch, and she proceeded to feed 90% of the lunch to Belle. Belle, really, you need to watch those extra calories. Kate probably feeds Belle at least double the amount of calories in her dog food.

Seeing as lunch went really well, I knew naptime would be no problem. SARCASM!

She slept maybe 45 minutes before letting me know she was awake with her blood curdling screams. And this point, Mommy reached her wall. When the ringing sound of screaming toddler won’t let go of my ear drum, I know I am done for.

So I get her up, becoming increasingly frustrated with the lack of ability I have to get anything done. At this point I am thinking it is probably easier to work 50, 60, 70 hours a week than be home with Kate. At least at a place of employment, coworkers don’t sit on your lap, pound on your keyboard, throw Cherrios around your workspace, follow you to the bathroom, and scream and hit you in the face as you try to reason with them.

Get Kate from her nap, start work on preparing cookie dough for cookies to bake Thursday and get dinner going. Kate screams. New Laurie Notaro book arrives. Momentary glee. Kate screams. Try to check email. Kate screams. Clean up Kate’s destruction. Kate screams. Ringing sound in the ears gets louder. Kate screams.

And so it goes from 1:30 p.m. to 5:30 p.m. until we take a walk and the screaming temporarily stops. Get home and finish dinner. Kate screams. Eat dinner. Kate screams. Get excited to leave to attend the Vienna Mom’s Night Out event. Kate screams.

At this point, I start seeing spots. And I realize those spots are auras. As in I am about to get a major migraine. The type of debilitating migraine where words swirl on pages, light spots cut out pieces of my vision, sounds pierce, nausea comes on like a wave. I try to forge ahead even though I know I am playing in the Danger Zone. Try to get my hair done and get myself dressed, but the sharp pain between my eyes tells me I am a goner.

Proceed to fall asleep at 7:30 p.m.

But at least my today went better than some of those advice column people. And Thursday is a new day.

Observations: I like capturing the different points in my day. And I don’t mind rolling with the good and the bad. That is my day, my week. Good and bad. Keeping it real.

Week in the Life: Tuesday crazy

July 27th, 2011 Posted by Days in the Life, Uncategorized, Week in the Life 2011 6 thoughts on “Week in the Life: Tuesday crazy”

Oh my gosh, Tuesday whirlwind.

Up at 5:30 a.m. for BodyStep class. BodyStep is one of my favorite formats. Plus I love the instructor. So I am usually pretty ready to get going to that class.

Come home good and sweaty a little after 7 a.m. Kate is already crying. This is usually not a good sign for the rest of the day. FORESHADOWING.

Shower quick, so I can run upstairs and get Kate. Select a super cute outfit. Realize Kate needs to wear at least three outfits a day to ensure she wears each outfit before they are too tight.

Toss Kate a frozen waffle while I get the coffee going and pour myself some cereal and blueberries. I’m bummed because I ran out of my Fiber 1, so I improvise with Kate’s off-brand Cherrios. We watch the Today Show, and I read the Style section of the Washington Post.

We finish breakfast, and I quickly work on the blog and check out some other Week in the Life posts. Sadly cut blog surfing short because I must rush to a work meeting (What work meeting? Well, I am working on a super cool project I hope to share in the next month. Stay tuned.)

Hustle to get my hair dried and get dressed. My lovely and patient sister, Megan, arrives to watch Kate while I go to my meeting. Scramble out the door. Kate waves “bye bye” now, and it is just about the cutest thing I have ever seen. It makes me get all sappy and forget things like my car keys.

Make it to my meeting. Add item after item to my To Do list. But this is fun stuff, so I can’t wait for Kate to nap after lunch so I can launch into these projects. FORESHADOWING!

Get home to find Kate running around with her shirt off. Ask Megan what’s up with my topless daughter. We are pretty relaxed around here, but we do keep our clothes on. Mostly. Anyway, Megan says she just wanted it off, so off it went. That’s cool with me. If shirtless = no screaming, then let’s all go topless! Kate blows Megan kisses, and I give my “drive slowly” speech.

As soon as Megan departs, Kate turns on the Crank, so I know it is time for lunch and nap. I toss her some raisins while I come up with something for her to eat. Kate goes through these phases where she loves loves loves a certain food. And then – out of nowhere – she decides that food represents everything she despises in her short short life and it better not come near her high chair tray EVER AGAIN. So feeding Kate is a little bit like playing slots. I just keep dumping a couple different things on her plate and whisking them away until I hit on something she will eat. Today she ingests about half the food and tosses the other half to Belle. So that’s about a win as far as things go around here.

I shovel down leftovers and rock her to sleep. While I know better, I tell myself, self, this is an exciting day because Megan wore Kate out, so she will take an awesome nap. Then, I can get all my work done. La de da de da. FORESHADOWING!

I start a typing away after Kate goes down for her nap. Answering emails, working on Vienna Moms stuff, get going on work stuff. Thirty minutes later. SHE’S UP! FORESHADOWING REVEALED! BANGING HEAD ON KEYBOARD! FOR GOODNESS SAKES, CHILD, WHY ARE YOUR NAPS SO SHORT? DON’T YOU NEED REST? I NEED A BREAK FROM YOU!

Continue with adult-sized temper tantrum and make myself a cup of coffee. Get the mail. Notice the new JCrew ad. Contemplate that being a model for JCrew might be easier than being a mom to a baby who hardly ever naps. Think I would like to spend my days wearing pretty clothes and getting my picture taken instead of staying at home with a 14 month old who makes every task feel like trying to perform brain surgery with both hands died behind my back.

Pull myself together and go get The Fusser. The Fusser proceeds to scream for a good 10 minutes even though I am holding her and trying to do her bidding. Decide that 94 degrees is cool compared to last week’s 109, so now is looking like a good time to hit up Meadowlark since The Fusser is not going to cooperate.

Gather up all my photography equipment and the BOB and head to Meadowlark. (Pst…I’m a member. Let me know if you want to go, and I will escort you.) Realize I forgot to slather Kate in sunscreen. Add another tick mark to my mental Bad Mommy list. Decide it will be okay if I keep her in the shade. Unbuckle Kate and let her down while I get set up with my camera. Look up and Kate is running full hilt down the hill. Chase after her. Just about have a heart attack. Kate laughs. Attempt to take pictures. Kate runs away. Chase Kate. Kate runs further. Don’t let those chubby legs fool you; girlfriend can motor. Realize I abandoned my stroller with all my equipment. Try to herd Kate back to our starting point. Realize that herding a while hoard of cats would be easier. Kate escapes. I run back for the stroller and park it in our new location, decided by Kate. Kate runs further away. I chase her. She laughs. People start staring. This is not going to plan. Try one last time for Toddler Cooperation. Get a few decent shots. Call it a day. Kate screams loud enough for all of Northern Virginia to hear as I strong arm her back into her stroller. Find myself drenched in sweat. Think of offering an exercise class called Chase a Toddler.

Back at the ranch, we decided that since we are not hot enough, we should take a walk. Belle barks at various woodland creatures, other dogs, and the wind. Go home and get dinner ready. As I wait for the oven to preheat, I check email. Until I hear a disturbing noise. Like a dog eating a casserole. Dash into the kitchen to find Belle with her paws on the counter eating out of the casserole dish. Proceed to yell expletives. Kate yells “bad bad bad.” Belle indicates that she finds it rude that I disturbed her dinner. Scrape off the parts I think she ate and pop that dish in the oven. Whatever. That’s how we roll around here.

Feast on the pre-licked Giada’s Italian Baked Chicken and Pasta Casserole. Kate gums the noddles and throws the rest on the floor and commences the escalating Fuss-O-Meter. Wonder how much longer Dan and I will have to eat like we are racing in the Indy 500. Dan cleans up, I toss Kate in the bath. Attempt to rock her to sleep. She attempts to headbutt me. Decide we shared enough rocking time today and give up, so I can see what treasures away on my camera’s memory card.

Observations: This is still fun. And I get a chance to look back and laugh at all the things that happened, even if I could not laugh as they were happening. Are you bored of me yet?

Week in the Life: Monday, Monday

July 26th, 2011 Posted by Days in the Life, Uncategorized, Week in the Life 2011 12 thoughts on “Week in the Life: Monday, Monday”

Up at 5:30 a.m. for 6 a.m. Body Pump class. Tried to take a picture outside before I left. Camera lens fogged up in the extreme humidity that is Northern Virginia. Let it go and head to class.

Back a little after 7 a.m. Shower quickly. Hear Kate fussing in her crib. Open her door. Bewilder her with pictures. Decide Dan is right, she does look like Medusa when she wakes up.

Breakfast time. Frozen waffle for the teether. Fiber 1 with blueberries and strawberries for me. Belle hovers around Kate’s chair like a shark waiting to grab waffle pieces out of her hands. Guard Kate. Relax guard. Belle snatches piece of waffle. Kate cries. Offer her a mum mum. Crying halts. Realize I would gladly pay hundreds of thousands of dollars for those mum mums. Baby crack, those wafers.

I drink one of four cups of coffee I will have today. Try to blog and read blogs. Kate and Belle get into mischief. Kate feeds Belle a glue stick and one of her Brown Bear, Brown Bear books. Don’t get too mad because this happens every day. Glad we have more copies of Brown Bear, Brown Bear.

Monday is cleaning day. I wash all the towels and sheets today. Take a picture of our bed. Think it looks like a crime seen from CSI Miami, minus the dead people. Start a load of wash. Hang other clothes to dry. Kate takes clothes off drying center. I chase her. Put clothes back. Kate takes them down. I chase her. See a pattern? This is what people with kids do all day – repeat themselves because everything takes at least five times as long with a child.

Take a picture of myself. What you don’t see are my hot rollers in my hair. I tried. This picture had the best light. Try to put laundry away, clean, vacuum, wash the floors. Lest you think we are all smiles here, well, we aren’t. Kate gets fussy, I decide it’s time for lunch.

Cheese and crackers for Kate. Grilled sandwich for me. Yes, those are chips in my sandwich. I like it that way.

Kate naps and I furiously work on everything I can possibly think of. Respond to emails, organize Vienna Moms stuff, comment on blogs. Before I know it, Kate is up and productive time is over.

Kate “helps” while I make the bed. Then she takes all the clean laundry out of the basket and runs around the house. Yes, that is a pair of my Victoria Secret underwear around her neck. She put it there. It’s a clean pair, so I let it go. This is real life here, people.

Dan’s new hose nozzel arrives from Amazon. He demonstrates it’s power. Kate and I ooh and ahh. Fancy.

I get dinner ready while Kate hangs on my legs. I can only work on one part of dinner at a time. In between steps, I chase her around the house and entertain her with various mixing bowels. We take a break and go for a walk. Come back and eat dinner, tortellini with chicken sausage and grape tomatoes. Dan and I consider it a do over. Kate only eats the chicken sausage. Then off to bath and bed for Kate and we collapse.

Observations: This is fun. At the end of the day as I unloaded pictures off my camera, I thought, hey, I forgot about that moment, glad I captured it. I’m not concerned about perfect. Just capturing the essence of who we are in this moment this week.

Week in the life project plan

July 25th, 2011 Posted by Days in the Life, Lexicon, Uncategorized, Week in the Life 2011 2 thoughts on “Week in the life project plan”

Week in the Life, here I come.

Every year Ali Edwards hosts the Week in the Life project. And every year I am too afraid to participate. And every year I click through dozens and dozens of Week in the Life albums and wish I put one together.

Well, not this year.

These past couple weeks I’m doing this thing where I say yes to things. Not only that, but say yes, get excited about whatever it is, don’t let myself fret about it or go backwards on my decision, and do it. And I always end up having fun. So when I remembered the Week in the Life project, I said, self, here is another instance where you should go on ahead and say yes.

So I am saying yes to this project. I am already off to a great start because I remembered to snap some pictures this morning. Including these shots of my album. And I am totally keeping it real because Kate snuck her feet in my first shot, and you can get a glimpse of my styling pajama shorts, which Dan informed me sport a hole in the rear end. (What, you thought I blogged looking all nice and put together? Oh, no, I am currently typing away in my pajamas, drinking my first of probably four cups of coffee I will consume today, and Kate is dismantling a book shelf.)

Okay, so here’s the plan. Each day for a week I will blog some pictures and stories from that day. Then, during the first week in August, I will show you my completed album. Sound good?

Don’t worry, I have a couple non-Week in the Life posts up my sleeve I want to share, too. So it will be a busy week here at Sarah with an H. Stay tuned and happy documenting!

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