Do you think we overdid it a little for Halloween?
Hey what is that. Come on people, I gotta diaper that needs changin. Chop Chop.
Why are you looking at me as if someone spray painted me for Halloween?
Did you really have to paint my nails a pumpkin color?
That's right. It says "I love my Mummy." Get it?
Even though we would like to take credit for all of the festive gear, it's really not our doing. Aimee's mom and best friend from childhood sent several costumes-all of which Stella was not completely cooperative to model for us! At least we got a couple.
As far as the dogs, we have a long history of our local Kennel taking decorative liberties after bathing our dogs. The ladies took many photos of Darla and Ginny and even sent them to their corporate office. They called me mid-day to ask if I minded if they paint the dogs' nails. Of course not. I told them to do whatever they wanted as long as nothing gets tracked around our house. So far so good:)
Although I am experiencing feelings that I've never felt before, I'm not talking about me. I'm talking about my own mother. My parents have 4 children and Stella is their first grandchild. The Saturday that we came home from the hospital my mother and sister Emily flew in from Houtson and Chicago, respectively. They spent the next few days comforting and supporting us in our new world.
Today I found a sheet of paper folded in quarters. Almost every corner of that piece of paper was covered with menus for each day, grocery lists for those menus, lists of baby things (diapers, wipes, swaddles, etc, etc, etc), cleaning supplies and so on. Every task was checked off as completed. Each day my mother would wake up before 7am and begin a day of nonstop cooking, cleaning, shopping and support to a frassled new mother. My sister ran errands and spent her day working around our house. When I say I could not have gotten through the first week without them, it is no exaggeration. The simple thought that they were downstairs and available for advice, a hug or an extra arm was a comfort that I never anticipated. My mother and I have always had a very close relationship but I had no idea what she and my sister meant to me until they totally gave of themselves in order to make life easier for us.
Thank you's are almost not enough. I hope that one day I can be there for my sister, along with my mother and share in her own joy. For now, thank you is all I can say. A thousand times, thank you!! I love you both!!!
Yesterday I had the following objective: Set up security for our home wireless environment.
Without being a technical lad..or even detail oriented, I use the power of the Internets to help me. Lacking technical ability (but also lacking fear), I often set out on 'how to' goals with the help of youtube. Youtube has a million tutorials on how to do basically anything. I will demonstrate with a test. The first thing that pops in my mind right now:
Not only did I find it in two seconds, I have a new catch phrase: "Et ezn't impassaball!" This guys accent is great. See first three seconds of above vid and you'll understand.
Back to yesterday's goal. Of course I found a 'how to' on wireless security in two seconds. While watching the tutorial, I noticed that there was country song in the background of the video. I kinda like it. It is similar to most country songs as it mentions love, alchohol, God, trucks, and a country music state like Tenessee for example (this one has two: Oklahoma and West Virginia). Of course, the words are syrupy and sometimes goofy. For example:
"Like Uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs a rain" (from the song I heard)
Anyway I researched the song. The song is "I Need You" by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill. It has a lot of similes as seen above. It is hokey, not too deep, and does not always make sense. I am no music snob though. Sometimes you need a country song.
Here is the original tutorial. . I view it as unintended performance art, with the way the screen changes as the music plays.
If you want to hear a better copy (sound-wise) of the song, here you go:
The question remains. Did I set up wireless security for our house? Well, I tried. I also messed up our router so that no one in our house could access the Internet. I then spent the next three hours trying to fix this mistake. After attempting five different solutions and a lame call with Comcast (Mr. Technical Service Rep, you are lay-zee), I reached the point of frustration to seriously consider going to Best Buy to purchase a new router. Before doing so, I called the help line for the router. A nice young fella in India told me "Everything's going to be okay" (like a country music song?) and helped me fix everything.
Here is the mother of the father of Stella, with Stella. Wouldn't it just be easier to say "Nana" or "Grandma?" Well, no. So, the search is on for a replacement name. I told my mother that the issue is not too crucial because Stella doesn't speak English....yet. She is less than a week old, so I think the issue will resolve itself ultimately.
She's here! Little Baby Stella. The past few days have been nuts, but not without underlying Joy.
Here is Stella. I will try to write more later. Three hours of sleep does not induce chattiness...or clarity..
One small thing though. Yesterday was her first day home. We brought her up the stairs and Aimee prepared to nurse her in the Baby Room. Aimee has a docking station for Ipod and plugged in for background music. Here is what was playing in the background and her first song. Not too mushy. Just sweet-sounding.
Hey what is that. Come on people, I gotta diaper that needs changin. Chop Chop.
Did you really have to paint my nails a pumpkin color?
That's right. It says "I love my Mummy." Get it?
