My dad built a boat.
My parents have this great property now with lots of land, a little lake, and a big workshop for my dad, and he’s in heaven. He named his creation the “AddieAnna” in honor of his two granddaughters—my brother’s child and mine. So here’s the big launch:
I told Anna that her Pappaw loves her very much and he named a boat after her, and not every Pappaw does that.
Anna had her first visit to church today. Here she is, all ready in her dress, supplied by her older cousin Addison:
We went to second service, but we got there before first service let out so we could show her off to everybody. We just camped out in the atrium and let her meet everyone. She was awake and alert before service during the meet-and-greet, then she fell asleep during church—perfect! About 15 minutes before the service was over she decided she was ready for some lunch (hey, who isn’t?) so we excused ourselves to the nursery to take care of that. Of course she then pooped, and while I was changing her, spit up all over herself (sorry Addison—we’ll wash the dress!). But all in all, it was a very good first visit to church.
Anna had her first shopping trip today. We went to Target. We needed a few things, and I was dying to get out of the house at this point. She pretty much slept through the whole thing!
She also had her first bottle! I know they say wait at least 2-3 weeks, but hey, our child is advanced. :-) I think Daddy enjoyed getting the chance to feed her.
And finally, she had her first tub bath since her cord fell off a couple of days ago. She seemed to enjoy it a lot more than the sponge baths we had been giving her, although she hollered a bit when we got her out.
It seems I disappeared from blogdom for a while. I thought it would be easy to find a few minutes here and there to post something, but funny thing, I don’t really care right now! But I wanted everyone who reads this (all ten of you) to know that Anna and I are doing great and I’m absolutely loving these first few days, even with a little sleep exhaustion thrown in.
I’ve done a lot of thinking/reflecting on the whole experience. In fact, I’m having trouble sleeping, not just because of taking care of a new baby, but because even when I do have the opportunity to sleep, my mind is racing and re-living everything.
I am amazed at how many things are so different than what I expected. Some of this gets a lot more personal than I usually care to get in a blog post, but I’d like to write it. After this, I’ll probably go back to being my old stoic self. (more…)
Well, I finally ran out of things to do, so I have a new diversion—jigsaw puzzles. I’ll just keep working jigsaw puzzles until Anna gets here. Unless, of course, my nesting instinct ever kicks in and I feel like scrubbing every nook and cranny of the house. But right now, that doesn’t sound like fun. And I’d rather do something fun.
We went out to Marketplace for dinner tonight, which we had planned to do; it turns out it fell on a good night because the torrential rains brought an infestation of ants into my kitchen. Ugh! I put out some ant baits, which usually take care of the problem in about 24 hours or so. The hard part is just letting the ants crawl around and not killing them. (So I guess I’ll have to take a break from puzzles and clean my kitchen in a day or two.)
Does anyone actually have a yard right now? I think we used to have one, but now we have a pond. This is going to be such a mess this spring. And something tells me we won’t have a lot of time to put into spring gardening. On the positive side, there shouldn’t be a water shortage this year.
David’s been getting all the pregnancy cravings. Now he’s craving bread pudding. (Perhaps the recent Irish holiday put it in his mind?) So we got the stuff to make it. Maybe if the ants go away tomorrow, we’ll have a tasty dessert for after dinner!
I went to Rhea Lana’s consignment sale and got Anna a few cute things. David and I both went on Friday night with my mom-to-be pass, and it was nuts. I had no idea there was a line to get in the store! It moved quickly, but it was still kind of crazy inside. I went back yesterday for the half-price sale. I’ve decided that in the future I’ll just wait until half-price day. It’s less crowded, you get much better deals, and I actually find more stuff if there’s less to sort through. So what if a lot of good stuff is already gone; I’ll never know what I’m missing! (I saw a couple of outfits with dogs, but they were marked way too high to begin with and they were not half price. Phooey.)
Today we went down to North Little Rock for the St. Patrick’s Day Parade, sponsored by the Irish Cultural Society of Arkansas. Here are a few highlights:
Some of our Arkansas Celtic Music Society friends:
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I’m ready for this baby to get here. I’m certainly not miserable, or even that uncomfortable really; I’m just a little impatient and curious about how it’s all going to happen.
Fortunately, I have something I can do (as long as I still feel up to it, of course) every day and/or evening for the next several days: Thursday—community group; Friday—Bible study and shopping at Rhea Lana’s consignment sale; Saturday—St. Patrick’s Day parade/music/dancing in Little Rock; Sunday—church and St. Patrick’s Day party at a friend’s house; and Monday—doctor’s appointment and Irish music session.
So I think Tuesday would be a good day for her to come.
I mailed our taxes today. Usually I get a “Certificate of Mailing,” which does not include proof of delivery, but is proof that I actually mailed the item. So if the IRS says we never mailed our taxes, we can prove we did. Or so I thought.
When I asked for it, the postal worker kindly informed me that the IRS doesn’t recognize a Certificate of Mailing as proof that it was mailed and strongly suggested the (pricier) Certified Mail, which includes delivery confirmation. “Why not?” I asked. She didn’t know. “But… it’s proof that I mailed it!” Nope, not to the IRS. They just, well, simply won’t accept it. She agreed that it made no sense. I think she sympathized with my need for a logical explanation but, alas, could offer none.
So apparently the Internal Revenue Service, paragon of virtue that it is, thinks the shady United States Postal Service is a bunch of liars and cannot be trusted.
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