Friday, February 29, 2008
The results are in
And it seems that I won't have to figure out how to cram driving to grad school at UK (and all of that studying) into my schedule for the fall.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
An entire day without the mole!
Morgan just asked her dad to go lay down with her for bed time. She often switches between the two of us for this honor. Usually she will only pick her dad if she's just finished touching the mole while we read the good-night books.
Tonight, she didn't even ask to touch the mole during book reading and she asked for dad to lay down. I don't expect that she's "done," but I'll take what I can get.
Tonight, she didn't even ask to touch the mole during book reading and she asked for dad to lay down. I don't expect that she's "done," but I'll take what I can get.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Era update and other things
Nope, it wasn't the end. But we're making slow and steady progrress. 2 steps forward 3 steps backwards.
On other notes, I am not very good at patience. I'm a bit frustrated that 1 month ago today I submitted the final parts of my application for grad school. I still have not heard anything. This makes me crazy!
Here's to hoping that I may find something out next week.
On other notes, I am not very good at patience. I'm a bit frustrated that 1 month ago today I submitted the final parts of my application for grad school. I still have not heard anything. This makes me crazy!
Here's to hoping that I may find something out next week.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
The end of an era?
Some of you may know my eldest child's facination, fixation, and attachment to a certain part of my anatomy (aka the mole).
For several months now, I have occassionally told Morgan that when she gets bigger she will no longer touch the mole. I've also occassionally asked her when she will stop touching the mole. Until about a week ago the answer was usually "When I am 5" or some other answer that made me want to cringe because it was not in the immediate future.
All of that changed about a week ago. One evening, while Morgan and I were snuggled down in bed for bed-time-routine, I asked her when she would stop touching the mole.
Momma: When will you be all done touching the mole, Morgan?
Morgan: When I am big, Momma.
Momma: When will you be big, Morgan?
Morgan: 5 days!
Momma: In 5 days you will be big and will not touch the mole anymore?
Morgan: Yes.
Momma: Should I write that on the calendar?
Morgan: Yes! Write it on the calendar.
Momma: Ok, we will write it on the calendar.
After this, I forgot to write it on the calendar; however, I did not forget the sentiment. So, everynight, I asked her how many more days she had to touch the mole. She counted down from 5. The night that left us with 3 more days, I figured I better make sure she knew what she was saying. So, I told her that we would have two more days, then one more day, then we would be done with the mole. She said that one more day made her sad. At that point I figured all bets were off for this whole weaning from the mole process.
But she kept right on counting down! At last we reached the day with no more mole. It was a Friday - I was home with the girls all day. I didn't figure this would bode well for weaning day. As it turns out, Morgan did pretty well starting the day. There was an obvious lack of touching as soon as she got out of bed.
However, as she was having a bit of a meltdown at the gym, she wanted the mole for comfort and said "Momma, I'm not big yet. I'm still little." "Drat!" is the only thing I could think at that moment. I told her that she was big in some ways and little in others, and that she could still touch the mole after we got our things together.
Friday total mole time: about 5 minutes (couple of touchings)
Saturday total mole time: about 2 mintues (over two times)
Sunday total mole time: about 45 seconds (one touch)
We may be in the home stretch friends! When she finally gives it up for an entire day, I will put it on the calendar!
It is funny. I've been waiting, wishing, dreaming of this end to mole-fixation for about a year and a half now. It is a bit sad to see it go, but I'm not going to stop this one.
The reduction in mole time, is coinsiding with an increase of "I want my Daddy!" Which is going over well from both parents in this house.
For several months now, I have occassionally told Morgan that when she gets bigger she will no longer touch the mole. I've also occassionally asked her when she will stop touching the mole. Until about a week ago the answer was usually "When I am 5" or some other answer that made me want to cringe because it was not in the immediate future.
All of that changed about a week ago. One evening, while Morgan and I were snuggled down in bed for bed-time-routine, I asked her when she would stop touching the mole.
Momma: When will you be all done touching the mole, Morgan?
Morgan: When I am big, Momma.
Momma: When will you be big, Morgan?
Morgan: 5 days!
Momma: In 5 days you will be big and will not touch the mole anymore?
Morgan: Yes.
Momma: Should I write that on the calendar?
Morgan: Yes! Write it on the calendar.
Momma: Ok, we will write it on the calendar.
After this, I forgot to write it on the calendar; however, I did not forget the sentiment. So, everynight, I asked her how many more days she had to touch the mole. She counted down from 5. The night that left us with 3 more days, I figured I better make sure she knew what she was saying. So, I told her that we would have two more days, then one more day, then we would be done with the mole. She said that one more day made her sad. At that point I figured all bets were off for this whole weaning from the mole process.
But she kept right on counting down! At last we reached the day with no more mole. It was a Friday - I was home with the girls all day. I didn't figure this would bode well for weaning day. As it turns out, Morgan did pretty well starting the day. There was an obvious lack of touching as soon as she got out of bed.
However, as she was having a bit of a meltdown at the gym, she wanted the mole for comfort and said "Momma, I'm not big yet. I'm still little." "Drat!" is the only thing I could think at that moment. I told her that she was big in some ways and little in others, and that she could still touch the mole after we got our things together.
Friday total mole time: about 5 minutes (couple of touchings)
Saturday total mole time: about 2 mintues (over two times)
Sunday total mole time: about 45 seconds (one touch)
We may be in the home stretch friends! When she finally gives it up for an entire day, I will put it on the calendar!
It is funny. I've been waiting, wishing, dreaming of this end to mole-fixation for about a year and a half now. It is a bit sad to see it go, but I'm not going to stop this one.
The reduction in mole time, is coinsiding with an increase of "I want my Daddy!" Which is going over well from both parents in this house.
A relaxing day with the animals
You thought I was talking about the kids didn't you?
We headed to the Louisville Zoo today with friends of ours. The weather was great, the super bowl was on (so the zoo was deserted), the animals were active, the kids played nicely with one another - what could be better?
I know what could be better, a camera with batteries. :) Just know that we had a great day.
We headed to the Louisville Zoo today with friends of ours. The weather was great, the super bowl was on (so the zoo was deserted), the animals were active, the kids played nicely with one another - what could be better?
I know what could be better, a camera with batteries. :) Just know that we had a great day.
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