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Matthew and I were resting in bed about a week ago when we heard Brendan shouting from the office. "Kevin, get in the spaceship! KEVIN! Get in the spaceship, Kevin!" he was so incensed we were rolling around laughing.

Then he gasped, "I bought you this spaceship and you don't like it? It cost a hundred dollars! Kevin, come back to the spaceship! Kevin, you're the worst ever."

Kevin soon became the usual suspect whenever any of Brendan's characters were misbehaving. We all started shouting "Get in the spaceship Kevin!" whenever we felt frustrated.

Then I started listening to the boys and the things they said to Kevin sounded familiar. "You need to go to school and get some learning Kevin!" Gregory said.

"Get outside Kevin! Michelle Obama said so, an hour a day!" Brendan said. Did I really sound like that?

But we are having the greatest fun with Kevin. Its so fun to shout at him and tell him off. He really is the worst. He never listens.
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Some of you may have noticed that I’ve been slacking on my Monday Memories lately.  To which I say: lay off me, I’m pregnant!  I will try to catch up sometime in the future, maybe in the second trimester when I’m supposed to get my energy back.

 When we lived in Syracuse, there would often be a knock at our front door from my friend Beth.  She would be glad to see me, then say, “Can your Dad come out and play?”

 Beth called him Mr. Fun Guy.  All the kids on the block loved him, because he gave out airplane rides and invented games to play with us, like Ooga Monster, where he would walk very slowly and try to tag us.

 The best was when we were at the playground, though.  He would push us so fast on the merry-go-round that I would feel sick to the pit of my stomach, but keep begging for him to go faster!  Faster!  We also liked playing Spider’s Web, where he would grab us and stick us in the climbing ropes, while saying in a scary voice, “No one escapes the Spider’s Web!”  Except everybody escaped the Spider’s Web, quite easily.

 Dad was in charge of putting us to bed, and when it was time to go, we would refuse to go up the stairs unless he did Trolley.  All five of us would attach ourselves to him, two on his legs, two in his arms, and one on his shoulders.  Then he would carry us all up the stairs that way.  My Dad was the strongest Daddy in the world.

 Then we would beg for Dad to tell us stories from when he was our age.  Some where from his own childhood, and some I found out later he stole from Bill Cosby.  Then he would sing “Love Potion No. 9” to us, and when he go to “I started kissing everything in sight,” he would kiss all of us.  As we were sent to our rooms, he would sing Lawrence Welk’s closing credits.

Now that I'm a parent, I'm in awe of all the energy my father had to play with us and carry us all around.  If I can be only half as fun as he was to us, I think my kids will have a good childhood.

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Some of you may have noticed that I’ve been slacking on my Monday Memories lately.  To which I say: lay off me, I’m pregnant!  I will try to catch up sometime in the future, maybe in the second trimester when I’m supposed to get my energy back.

 When we lived in Syracuse, there would often be a knock at our front door from my friend Beth.  She would be glad to see me, then say, “Can your Dad come out and play?”

 Beth called him Mr. Fun Guy.  All the kids on the block loved him, because he gave out airplane rides and invented games to play with us, like Ooga Monster, where he would walk very slowly and try to tag us.

 The best was when we were at the playground, though.  He would push us so fast on the merry-go-round that I would feel sick to the pit of my stomach, but keep begging for him to go faster!  Faster!  We also liked playing Spider’s Web, where he would grab us and stick us in the climbing ropes, while saying in a scary voice, “No one escapes the Spider’s Web!”  Except everybody escaped the Spider’s Web, quite easily.

 Dad was in charge of putting us to bed, and when it was time to go, we would refuse to go up the stairs unless he did Trolley.  All five of us would attach ourselves to him, two on his legs, two in his arms, and one on his shoulders.  Then he would carry us all up the stairs that way.  My Dad was the strongest Daddy in the world.

 Then we would beg for Dad to tell us stories from when he was our age.  Some where from his own childhood, and some I found out later he stole from Bill Cosby.  Then he would sing “Love Potion No. 9” to us, and when he go to “I started kissing everything in sight,” he would kiss all of us.  As we were sent to our rooms, he would sing Lawrence Welk’s closing credits.

Now that I'm a parent, I'm in awe of all the energy my father had to play with us and carry us all around.  If I can be only half as fun as he was to us, I think my kids will have a good childhood.

Books

Aug. 28th, 2010 09:31 pm
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I am awash in free tote bags now.  I just won another one from the library for their Adult Summer Reading Club.  I'm trying to get back into reading more books, because there are so many good ones that I want to read.  When my Dad used to tell his going to heaven story, my house was made of books and I was reading three books at once.  "Megan, what is this?"  he would say, and I would say, "This is heaven."  My mother had a house of really nice furniture, Liam had a video game house, and Trevor had a collection of collections.  Dad never said what his house would look like.  I think heaven to him was being with all of us.

I joined Goodreads to keep track of my books and give me a push to keep reading.  Add me if you're on there!  I also won a book from there.  I am a major minor prize winner. I have found that I want to read fancy books to impress my friends now.  But I think I will continue on with the mix I have, YA fantasy, good chick-lit, and the occasional classic.

I got an e-mail update from my Uncle Jim today.  His round of chemotherapy is over and it looks like it worked!  His tumor has shrunk and he's breathing out of both lungs again.  But the tumor was pressing on his larynx and it looks like that damage is permanent.  He'll never speak above a whisper again.  But still and all I'm glad it looks like the treatment is a success, and I hope soon he'll be feeling better and able to eat more and go back to work.

Books

Aug. 28th, 2010 09:31 pm
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I am awash in free tote bags now.  I just won another one from the library for their Adult Summer Reading Club.  I'm trying to get back into reading more books, because there are so many good ones that I want to read.  When my Dad used to tell his going to heaven story, my house was made of books and I was reading three books at once.  "Megan, what is this?"  he would say, and I would say, "This is heaven."  My mother had a house of really nice furniture, Liam had a video game house, and Trevor had a collection of collections.  Dad never said what his house would look like.  I think heaven to him was being with all of us.

I joined Goodreads to keep track of my books and give me a push to keep reading.  Add me if you're on there!  I also won a book from there.  I am a major minor prize winner. I have found that I want to read fancy books to impress my friends now.  But I think I will continue on with the mix I have, YA fantasy, good chick-lit, and the occasional classic.

I got an e-mail update from my Uncle Jim today.  His round of chemotherapy is over and it looks like it worked!  His tumor has shrunk and he's breathing out of both lungs again.  But the tumor was pressing on his larynx and it looks like that damage is permanent.  He'll never speak above a whisper again.  But still and all I'm glad it looks like the treatment is a success, and I hope soon he'll be feeling better and able to eat more and go back to work.

Books

Aug. 28th, 2010 09:31 pm
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I am awash in free tote bags now.  I just won another one from the library for their Adult Summer Reading Club.  I'm trying to get back into reading more books, because there are so many good ones that I want to read.  When my Dad used to tell his going to heaven story, my house was made of books and I was reading three books at once.  "Megan, what is this?"  he would say, and I would say, "This is heaven."  My mother had a house of really nice furniture, Liam had a video game house, and Trevor had a collection of collections.  Dad never said what his house would look like.  I think heaven to him was being with all of us.

I joined Goodreads to keep track of my books and give me a push to keep reading.  Add me if you're on there!  I also won a book from there.  I am a major minor prize winner. I have found that I want to read fancy books to impress my friends now.  But I think I will continue on with the mix I have, YA fantasy, good chick-lit, and the occasional classic.

I got an e-mail update from my Uncle Jim today.  His round of chemotherapy is over and it looks like it worked!  His tumor has shrunk and he's breathing out of both lungs again.  But the tumor was pressing on his larynx and it looks like that damage is permanent.  He'll never speak above a whisper again.  But still and all I'm glad it looks like the treatment is a success, and I hope soon he'll be feeling better and able to eat more and go back to work.

My week

May. 21st, 2010 10:18 pm
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Oy vey, such a week I've had.  Not all bad, just busy. 

Last weekend my college roommate Courtney came for a visit.  It was very nice to reminisce.  Memory is a funny thing.  At the zoo with her, looking at the Aquafina slot on the Coke machine, I was suddenly reminded of Freshman orientation when the water was contaminated and they brought in tons of Aquafina for us to drink and to brush our teeth.  I haven't thought of that in years.  I thought my memories from years ago remained because I thought about them over and over again, but maybe they don't need to be tended that way.

Then the day she left, my brother Trevor and his wife Christina came to town.  He's on a 21 day sorry-we-deployed-you-twice-in-the last-three-years leave.  He's trying to get out of the army now that he's back from Iraq, but since officers serve at the pleasure of the president, he had to wait 3-6 months to see if they approve it.  Now that he's leaving, he was telling us things about his deployments he had kept secret til now, like it wasn't actually as safe as he made it out to be when he was over there.  He was shot at seven times.  Luckily they all missed.

Then I was sick and just miserable.  And now when I'm sick, Matthew has to take the day off work to take care of Biggie.  I'm starting to get better now. 

Biggie is crawling so well!  I need to get video of him, its the cutest thing.  We have a long hallway and he can crawl the entire length.  He's so proud of himself when he does it, too.
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Well, hello there!  I am back in Baltimore and I am back to my beloved computer, which Matthew cleaned up and made run faster when I was away.  I love having a computer geek in-house.

The train ride was not too bad, and I was able to juggle all my stuff.  Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] k8land for the suggestion of swapping the diaper bag for a backpack.  As soon as Mom & Christina picked us up, he started crying hysterically and threw up all over his snowsuit.  He cried for the entire car trip to Farmington.  Not a good way to get nephews and neices from Christina & Trevor, but truth in advertising, I suppose.

It turned out Biggie had croup, a viral infection, so we spent most of the 10 days at home just letting him rest and get better.  I delayed my train ticket back two days to make sure he was 100%.  Plus Grandma was going back then, so she could be on the train with us for half of the trip.  Ever since she retired, she has been King Lear-ing it up, traveling between her three kids houses, and only going back to hers to pick up mail.

It snowed every day in Rochester, but just an inch or two that was swiftly cleared off the streets.  I only went out to see a friend down the street, but Biggie was sufficiently amused just by all the new things in the house to look at, and touch, and put in his mouth.

Trevor made it home on the 13th.  He understandably wanted to spend Valentine's Day with his wife, but we saw him several times after that.  The first few times Biggie was fussy, and he was worried that he didn't like him, but at the end of the week Biggie was back to his usual spirits and cooing all over the place.

Biggie and Mom got on like a house on fire.  He would look at her even when he was in my arms, and would reach out to her.  She adores him too.  My Mom and I have a complicated relationship sometimes, so I'm glad they can have such a sweet uncomplicated one.  He was convinced that she still had milk, though.  He headbutted her and felt her up a few times.  He's never done that to another woman before.  She must smell like me.

When we were waiting in the Amtrak room at Penn Station-NYC, a great cheer went up.  I saw the back of Vice President Joe Biden's head sweep by with a big entourage.  With all the transportation options available to him now, he still takes the train.  He used to take it home to Delaware every night when he was a Senator.

Biggie had enough on our final leg of the journey.  He cried for an hour straight.  I felt so badly for him, and for the others trapped on the train with us.  When we finally made it home, all the roads and sidewalks had been cleared (hooray!), with dirty snow mountains pushed on the corners of the blocks.  We both slept for 9 hours straight.
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I found this old picture of me and my brothers. I'm second from the left.

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My parents had five kids in six years. HOW? This one baby is kicking my ass.
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I found this old picture of me and my brothers. I'm second from the left.

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My parents had five kids in six years. HOW? This one baby is kicking my ass.
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I found this old picture of me and my brothers. I'm second from the left.

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My parents had five kids in six years. HOW? This one baby is kicking my ass.
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I am sad Liam is gone now.  I dropped him off at the bus station.  He is going 2,500 miles by Greyhound to Montana, with a 12 hour layover in Fargo. He's done this for four years now.  He's a mathematician, and he says his time is worth less than his money right now.

I saw the endocrinologist today.  My thyroid levels are back to normal, yay!  No more changing my dosage.  They weighed me, and I gained six pounds since November.  But I was wearing a coat this time, that must be it.

Liam being here meant that I got to go out a few times by myself this week, which was so fun.  I was never a purse girl, I just have a big black one to store all my stuff, but now I love going out with just a purse and no diaper bag.  I feel so free.

I went to the Indian/50's diner yesterday to get takeout.  The cashier asked me if I was a student at the college, which is awfully flattering.  I told her no, I'm a stay at home mom to a five month old.  Then she said, "What did you do before that?"  A few people have said that to me now.  I don't recall people ever asking me what I did before my current job when I was an after-school coordinator.  Its like they can't place me socially until they know what my career was before staying home.

New Year

Jan. 3rd, 2010 07:34 pm
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This year I resolve to lose ten pounds or buy bigger pants.  The current situation is untenable.

We had some friends over for dinner last night, our former housemate Chris (first he lived with me and then with Matthew) and his wife Kate.  she's 30 weeks pregnant.  I fear we overloaded them with baby advice.  I even parted with my copy of Dr. Sears' Breastfeeding book for her. 

My brother Liam just called from the train station.  Yay!  Time to pick him up.

Me time

Dec. 30th, 2009 09:42 pm
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Hickory Farms is having a sale on all their stuff right now, and they ship free to military addresses.  I bought some nuts for my brother.  I feel guilty that I haven't sent him a care package in the last two months.  I have halloween candy in the box I've been preparing for him, but I keep meaning to make him cookies.  It never seems like I have any time.  

Now that the days are shorter Matthew is entering into his yearly hibernation mode and going to bed super early.  That gives me a chance to sneak out of bed once Biggie falls asleep and have a little time to myself.  I need to start making some time for me.  Some of the guys from the WWTBAM message board have invited me to go to a trivia pub night with them.  But its in Mt. Airy, so its an hours' drive away.  I probably won't get to go every week, but I'd like to do it.

We're trying to get Biggie on sippy cups.  He never took a bottle, but he seems more interested in the cups.  But what he really wants to eat right now is paper.  He always lunges for the newspaper when I'm reading it, and today he grabbed Matthew's candy bar wrapper.  A second tooth has popped up next to the first in his mouth, and he's nipped me a few times when nursing.  I hope he doesn't get any more teeth for some time.

Me time

Dec. 30th, 2009 09:42 pm
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Hickory Farms is having a sale on all their stuff right now, and they ship free to military addresses.  I bought some nuts for my brother.  I feel guilty that I haven't sent him a care package in the last two months.  I have halloween candy in the box I've been preparing for him, but I keep meaning to make him cookies.  It never seems like I have any time.  

Now that the days are shorter Matthew is entering into his yearly hibernation mode and going to bed super early.  That gives me a chance to sneak out of bed once Biggie falls asleep and have a little time to myself.  I need to start making some time for me.  Some of the guys from the WWTBAM message board have invited me to go to a trivia pub night with them.  But its in Mt. Airy, so its an hours' drive away.  I probably won't get to go every week, but I'd like to do it.

We're trying to get Biggie on sippy cups.  He never took a bottle, but he seems more interested in the cups.  But what he really wants to eat right now is paper.  He always lunges for the newspaper when I'm reading it, and today he grabbed Matthew's candy bar wrapper.  A second tooth has popped up next to the first in his mouth, and he's nipped me a few times when nursing.  I hope he doesn't get any more teeth for some time.

Lasagna

Nov. 7th, 2009 11:02 pm
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My cousin and his wife drove up from DC today to feed us.  They brought the food already made and just heated it up.  Asparagus lasagna, homemade bread, and salad with almonds and cranberries.  Mmmm. 

It was the first time we hung out since I moved here.  The DC is close to Baltimore thing is such a lie.  My friends keep moving there for jobs and grad school and I never see them again.  Sure, its only 40 minutes on a good day, but traffic can be terrible.  Even today Christian and Erin got caught in traffic, and its Saturday.

Lasagna

Nov. 7th, 2009 11:02 pm
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My cousin and his wife drove up from DC today to feed us.  They brought the food already made and just heated it up.  Asparagus lasagna, homemade bread, and salad with almonds and cranberries.  Mmmm. 

It was the first time we hung out since I moved here.  The DC is close to Baltimore thing is such a lie.  My friends keep moving there for jobs and grad school and I never see them again.  Sure, its only 40 minutes on a good day, but traffic can be terrible.  Even today Christian and Erin got caught in traffic, and its Saturday.

Liam

Oct. 29th, 2009 12:37 pm
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My brother called me on the phone yesterday. I asked him if he had seen the pictures of Biggie on facebook yet.

"No, I've been really busy today and I haven't had a chance to get on facebook today," he said.

"But you just played a move in our Scrabble game on facebook an hour ago," I said.

There was a pause, and then he said, "Megan, let me tell you about my priorities..."  Liam has become so good at Scrabble.  I gave him my copy of Word Freak and it inspired him to memorize all the two letter and three letter words in the Scrabble dictionary.  Now he almost always bingoes in each game and often does it twice.  Since you get a 50 point bonus for that, its hard for me to catch up.

Later, he said "I'm just not that into babies.  I don't find them that cute or interesting."

"So what age do you find cute then?" I said.

"Oh, if I had to pick...I'd say, girls, age 18," he said.

"It's good for you that you're going to be a professor, then," I said.

"Yes, it works out well for me," he said.
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Okay, the car is packed, thanks to me waking up at 5:30 and the baby staying asleep.  He's starting to sleep until 7 or 8 in the morning now, thank heavens.  I'm afraid of what's going to happen when Daylight Saving Time ends in a few weeks, though.

I had a great time up at my folk's home, albeit exhausting. Grandpa is Biggie's favorite person.  He has magic shoulders, thanks to his experience of getting his six kids to sleep.  He puts Biggie up on them, starts dancing around and singing "Dancing Cheek to Cheek" and he falls right asleep.  I got to watch the Yankees sweep the Twins with my Dad.  Grandma got lots of photo ops with her grandson.  She took him to Sears and dressed him in a little Yankees uniform and a Santa Suit (I think she's sending him out as her Christmas card this year).  Then we went to a pumpkin patch.  He wore his Halloween costume (a jack-o-lantern with a hoodie that had a stem coming out).  I should have charged for pictures with him.  

I got to see my Uncles on Monday.  My Uncle Jim had a present for me.  He said I had to read the card first.  It said "I meant to give this to you last year.  Hope you don't mind it being late too much."  It was a gorgeous book collection of Gustav Klimt's works, the question I got wrong on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire.  Ha,ha.

I stayed until Tuesday but I still feel like I didn't have enough time at home. But I missed Matthew and I wanted some relaxation time here to regroup and repack before I went to Connecticut.
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Okay, the car is packed, thanks to me waking up at 5:30 and the baby staying asleep.  He's starting to sleep until 7 or 8 in the morning now, thank heavens.  I'm afraid of what's going to happen when Daylight Saving Time ends in a few weeks, though.

I had a great time up at my folk's home, albeit exhausting. Grandpa is Biggie's favorite person.  He has magic shoulders, thanks to his experience of getting his six kids to sleep.  He puts Biggie up on them, starts dancing around and singing "Dancing Cheek to Cheek" and he falls right asleep.  I got to watch the Yankees sweep the Twins with my Dad.  Grandma got lots of photo ops with her grandson.  She took him to Sears and dressed him in a little Yankees uniform and a Santa Suit (I think she's sending him out as her Christmas card this year).  Then we went to a pumpkin patch.  He wore his Halloween costume (a jack-o-lantern with a hoodie that had a stem coming out).  I should have charged for pictures with him.  

I got to see my Uncles on Monday.  My Uncle Jim had a present for me.  He said I had to read the card first.  It said "I meant to give this to you last year.  Hope you don't mind it being late too much."  It was a gorgeous book collection of Gustav Klimt's works, the question I got wrong on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire.  Ha,ha.

I stayed until Tuesday but I still feel like I didn't have enough time at home. But I missed Matthew and I wanted some relaxation time here to regroup and repack before I went to Connecticut.

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