Johnston Green Days

Saturday my parents and I took Jack to his first parade. Ben went too, but as you can imagine, he didn't get much out of it. Johnston had their town celebration, complete with carnival, antique car show, and all other sorts of events. It was a great day and tons of fun. We came home with two bags full of candy and toys. Thanks to my parents for bringing their camera! Be prepared for photo overload...

Jack and "Bapa" playing frisbee before the parade. Bapa is his favorite person in the whole world right now. Closely followed by his friend, Jaxson. Mommy and daddy don't even make the top 5 anymore.


Ben was just chillin

Jack waved to EVERYthing and everyone in the parade


"Ohmygod, is that a fire engine?"

"Yes! Yes! That IS a fire engine!!"


Ben and me at the parade (is that my newborn?)



First carnival game

First carnival prize


First and second rides on carousel


Slide!



Isn't it fun to be a kid? The simple pleasures of life :)

Last night was supposed to be a mostly-adult evening for Mike and I, though the plans didn't work out exactly. We had won some free tickets to the Funny Bone comedy club, and decided to leave Jack with my parents and go out for dinner before the show. We ended up rushing through dinner since we had to get to the club early to pick up the tickets. It was a nice dinner at Fire Creek, though--my pasta was really stellar. We had Benjamin with us, since all he does is sleep in the evenings, and he hasn't tried bottles yet. I'm putting that off for a long time, if possible, because of our horrible experience with Jack refusing to nurse after being introduced to one. So we get to the club and meet our friends who were joining us with the other free tickets. We order drinks, we chat for awhile, then decide to go in. At the door, the guy says "I can't let you take the baby in." Huh? Ben is sleeping silently and peacefully in the wrap. Not a peep. I tell the dude that he's a newborn and all he'll do is sleep, and if he wakes up, I'd be happy to leave without a moment's hesitation. Still, no go. I can understand, I guess, that they'd be worried if he would start crying and throw off the comedian's monologue or something. I guess we should've asked when we accepted the tickets. I was just so happy that the club's new location was non-smoking and combined a restaurant-atmosphere with the stage, that I didn't even consider they simply wouldn't allow us in. But what irks me is that we sat there the whole time, ordered drinks, the guy stared at us and clearly knew we had a baby with us, and never said anything beforehand! That wasted a lot of our time (and money). I asked why he didn't say something beforehand, and he said, "oh, i didn't know if maybe you had a sitter coming or something." Hmmph. So though I tried to convince Mike and the others to stay while I'd go outside for a walk, they all decided to leave with me. We ended up going home for socks and then bowling. Ben liked the bowling alley :)

it all comes down to Priorities. period.

Ah, the irony of the world. I'm finally feeling interested and ready to get back into the swing of dissertation writing, and have made an earnest decision to work at this and finish once and for all, and NOW is the time my adviser has chosen to finally come down on me for my slow progress. Good timing, eh?! I've been nervously waiting during the last 2 years for her to drop me like a hot potato, and yet she's responded to each email I've sent her with patient support. Strange. For those who know her, well, you know her. Enough said. For those who don't, she is a very intense person. She's career/professionally-driven, a respected, committed scholar and intellectual, and she takes few prisoners. She has made being an anthropologist her entire life, and aside from her partner (also a well-respected scholar who co-directs a scholarly institute with her) and a few pets, she has few outside distractions to keep her from her work. You rarely have to guess at what Virginia is thinking, or at least, what she thinks of you. She's pretty much ignored my two pregnancies and has never asked how my children are doing, or if having a family has altered my professional goals. She strives to be a mentor, but only on the intellectual front. God forbid you have other life priorities, or perhaps some unexpected life events, or you may not be in her limelight anymore. I politely sent her an email last week notifying her of the birth of my second child, and also to let her know that I've put Jack into daycare part-time so that I can finally finish the dissertation within the next year. Her response was slightly full of doom. I'm not sure she'll stay my adviser at this point, so I may soon be on the search for a new chair for my committee. At this point in the game that is a difficult prospect for many reasons, not the least of which being that many of the faculty at UI when I was there have now retired or moved on to new universities. I don't know most of the new people, nor do they know me since I'm not even living in IC anymore. For now my plan is to just keep working on my stuff until I find out for sure if I need to worry about this other administrative crap. The fun never ends in academia, folks. Just another reason to finish this thing and run as fast as hell in the other direction.

On the homefront, our father's day breakfast was less than thrilling. How do I sum it up... let's just say that upon leaving the restaurant, the last words I heard (from the mouth of another patron) were, "Now, THAT'S why I never had kids." Scratch La Mie off the list of acceptable public places to take Jack. Childless people have even less patience for 2-year-old antics than the parents of said toddlers do.

Back to Work. Sort of.

Seems like a long time since I've blogged. Things are rolling along as usual, sometimes slowly, sometimes quicker than I can keep up with. Benjamin is 6 weeks today, and he gets more beautiful every day. No, that couldn't possibly be a biased view, or a nursing-induced oxytocin high clouding my judgement. It's just the truth. :) He's also getting bigger and bigger. When I see Mike holding him from afar, I'm astonished that he's still a newborn--he's so long! He still fits snugly in my Moby D, however, and that's where he spends a lot of time. He's not a fan of the bouncy seat or swing or playmat; at least not for too long. He doesn't like laying down without being in my arms, so he sleeps on me in the wrap most of the time, and is with me all night. Unfortunately he hasn't developed this closeness with Mike yet, and my poor husband feels Ben doesn't like him much yet. Sometimes I'll hand him over to feel like a free agent again for just a few minutes, but Ben will cry and cry so much he gives him back. I think they need more time to figure each other out.

The biggest change around here will begin Monday morning, when Jack starts his first daycare experience. Our friend and neighbor, Stephanie, is beginning her own at-home daycare: The Little Hawks Daycare (appropo, don't you think?), and Jack will be one of her first kids. He's going to go over there three mornings a week so I can start the dissertation work again. He loves playing with Jaxson and their house is a bit like a second home for him as much as he is there playing, so I think it will be fun for him to hang out there a few mornings a week and be the social butterfly he loves to be. Steph is a fabulous mother and nurse, so I know she'll do a great job at her new endeavor. Good luck, Steph! On the fourth day that he won't be going to their house, our favorite sitter from last semester will be coming to watch him for a few hours to provide me with more work time. Then the fifth remaining weekday, my mother-in-law will occasionally come up to spend time with the kids. I may use this for work, though some weeks I imagine I'll want to use that time to clean or do the grocery shopping or run some other errands that are hard to do with two kids. So, I'll get 4-5 half days each week to return to the great dissertation journey. At this point I won't be finishing in December as planned, so I'll have to ask for that one year extension from my department. But I WILL finish by December 2009, or else I won't finish at all. It's got to get done before I forget it entirely. Benjamin will stay with me since he's nursing, and unpredictably so. Thus I want to get as much done as I can sooner rather than later while he is still content to sleep in the wrap while I work. I'm anxious and full of dread. I feel so removed from intellectual work these days. Putting out fires as most mommies do doesn't usually require thinking on a higher level, but is more of a multi-tasking effort. I hope I get excited about this stuff again once I get back into it.

Other than that I don't have too much to report. Our camera is en route to the Kodak repair facility, and the replacement they send us will be our FOURTH C875 camera. Once this one dies it's bye-bye Kodak for us. But I can't justify buying a new camera at this point when we can still take advantage of the warranty. Especially with a new fridge, an anniversary dinner, a new carseat (ah, yes, more on that in a bit), and various hospital bills on the credit card bills right now.

So Benjamin hates the infant car seat. Jack did too, as many babies do, but once he was in the car, he usually fell asleep (as many babies do). Ben, on the other hand, has a hard time giving in to sleep and fights the thing tooth and nail. He HATES it. We drove an hour up to Boone Thursday for the visitation service of Mike's step-grandfather, and had to stop once to get Ben out and comfort him. On the way back it was the same thing, but after this stop he kept crying after being put back into the seat. There wasn't much we could do but drive home. I can tell you that listening to a newborn cry furiously not only breaks a mommy's heart, but causes mucho stress and a tad higher blood pressure. Add to this a toddler who thinks it's fun to scream at the top of his lungs sporadically when bored, and whine, and cry himself, and you've got some very frazzled parents. And this was a one-hour drive. So imagine our dread at the upcoming August car ride to Brainerd, MN for the wedding of one of my best friends. I am super pumped for the short vacation, and can't wait to witness the nuptials of Scott and Alicia, but if I could fast forward time past that car ride, I would be much less stressed about the trip. It's about 6 hours from West Des Moines to Brainerd (going at least 75mph, and not stopping). With our stops to feed Ben and let Jack run, I'm guessing it'll take 8-9 hours. Dear GOD. We'll be there 3 nights, then it's back again. Although the trip back will be split, since we're going to Minneapolis to visit friends that 4th night, so we'll have a 2 hr. drive, than a 4 hr. drive the next day. That will be a bit better. Anyway, with reference to the new car seat, we bought a second convertible car seat since Jack will be in his long past when the time comes for Ben to switch into one. Jack has a Britax Marathon and used to sleep really well in it when he was rear-facing, so we thought maybe by getting one for Ben before the MN trip, he would start liking the carseat better, too. It's much more posh than our cheap Graco infant seat, and likely more comfortable. So please keep your fingers crossed for us!

Happy Father's Day tomorrow to all you daddies. We're taking Mike out to breakfast at our favorite spot, La Mie, for some amazing coffee and food. Thank you to the French for creating Brie. My mouth is already watering in anticipation of tomorrow's omelet. I also made Mike his favorite dessert, Boston Cream Pie, and bought him a new cordless drill. The boys colored (well, Ben got his footprint drawn) a card for Mike, too. Hopefully it will be a fun and relaxing day.

We are keeping all our friends in Eastern IA in our thoughts and the flooding takes over many areas. Despite best efforts, a levee broke north of downtown today and downtown is really getting hit hard. I'm hope, hope, hoping Court Avenue does okay. The city has spent so much time and money turning our downtown area into a fun, more urban place to hang with all the new restaurants and bars and activities, and it will truly suck if a lot of those businesses get destroyed with the flooding.

Brothers


Court Avenue flooding

the newest addition to our family

meet the newest addition to our family:


as our house approaches it's 20th birthday, it slowly is trying to shell some of it's old parts. the fridge just went this past week, so we were in a frantic search to get a new one so we could continue to, well, eat. this one was a floor model so was drastically less than the normal marked price at good old best buy, and yet once we got it home, the ice maker failed to produce ice. so we're already waiting on a repair. a couple days later our digital camera decided that all photos taken will now look like they were taken in a tunnel. compare to the new photos we now take:


this is the THIRD Kodak C875 we have had, and all have failed us in different ways. at this point we may be enough past the warranty that they may not replace it , which will suck. i highly discourage people from this camera. hell, from kodak cameras all together. back to canon for us. i guess all of our belongings think we have money to throw around so are dying on us just for fun.

right now we have a baby who eats constantly and a toddler who cries and needs to be held constantly due to teething pain. fun, fun, fun.

One-Month-Old!

Happy one-month birthday to Benjamin today. He has kept up his one pound a week gaining streak, and is now at 11 lbs. 11 oz. If he keeps that up, he'll weigh 60lbs. by his first birthday! ;) He's getting bigger for sure, though I still don't think he looks "chubby" yet. At least not compared to our major chubster Jack at that age. His hair is thinning on top, so maybe he'll be bald soon, like Jack was. It appears I may have lost the eye color battle yet again, as I was rooting for green, but they seem to be lightening up and remaining blue. Dang it! But they'll be beautiful no matter what. We snapped a few photos in honor of his first birthday milestone.



Jackie, here is the outfit you sent--marked SIX-TWELVE months! It's still big, but actually fits okay now. Yikes!



In honor of his 1-month today, he decided to go preppy: