rivka: (christmas penguins)
A Blizzard Warning remains in effect until 7 PM EST this evening.

* Precipitation type... snow and blowing snow.

* Accumulations... 10 to 20 inches. Drifts of 2 to 4 ft possible.

* Timing... snow will continue through the afternoon. Gusty winds
will continue into this evening.

* Temperatures... mid and upper 20s.

* Winds... 25 to 35 mph with gusts around 55 mph. Blowing and
drifting snow will reduce visibilities to a quarter mile or less
at times... producing blizzard conditions.

Precautionary/preparedness actions...

A Blizzard Warning means severe winter weather conditions are
occurring. Do not venture outside. This is a life threatening
situation for anyone who becomes stranded.


I read Alex a couple of chapters of Laura Ingalls Wilder's The Long Winter - not the scary part where they're starving to death and burning hay for heat, but an early blizzard. It helped for atmosphere and a sense of perspective. We are warm and cozy inside our food-filled, well-insulated house.
rivka: (christmas penguins)
We had above-freezing temperatures and sun for a while today, and some of the snow melted. But they're still predicting 10-20 inches of snow starting late this afternoon, as well as "near-blizzard conditions." A few light flakes have started to fall. The public schools have just given up and closed for the rest of the week. My university was closed yesterday and today - I can't think of any other time that's ever happened. I expect that it will close tomorrow as well. And Michael's office will be closed tomorrow, which his boss said has never happened because of weather before.

I took the kids out today, cautiously picking my way through the snowdrifts with Colin in a front carrier. We went back to the neighborhood grocery to see if the milk truck had arrived (nope) and hit the art store for some emergency keeping-Alex-busy supplies. She's doing remarkably well with being cooped up, poor kid. To help keep us pleasantly occupied we're doing some advance homeschooling, which you can follow on my other blog if you wish.

I have never experienced weather like this in my life. And I've lived in both upstate New York and Iowa.

Birthday!

Feb. 9th, 2010 07:30 am
rivka: (colin in whoville)
A year ago today, Colin Randolph Nutt came into the world and our lives changed forever.

Happy birthday to my sweet son. I am looking forward to your toddlerhood.

a year of Colin )
omg_toddler
rivka: (WTF?!)
The National Weather Service in Sterling Virginia has issued a
Winter Storm Warning for... which is in effect from noon Tuesday
to 7 PM EST Wednesday. The Winter Storm Watch is no longer in
effect.

* Precipitation type... snow.

* Accumulations... 10 to 20 inches.

* Timing... mid-afternoon Tuesday through Wednesday.

* Temperatures... temperatures near freezing at the onset Tuesday
afternoon. Temperatures will drop into the upper 20s Tuesday
night and Wednesday.


This is no joke, guys.

The roads are bad enough that even though Michael dug the car out with the help of a passing entrepreneur-with-shovel, I'm not comfortable with the idea of taking the kids out tomorrow morning to forage for groceries. So when he got home from work today (he walked, with difficulty), I walked (with difficulty) to our little neighborhood grocery store to see what they might have still on the shelves, knowing that they wouldn't have gotten a delivery yet.

No milk, no eggs, not much fruit or fresh vegetables, no artisanal bread or whole wheat sandwich bread. I got the last loaf of decent-quality sandwich white; after that, all that was left was those long loaves of cheap squishy white. They did have some meat. I got chicken breasts, a small piece of beef, bacon, chicken apple sausages. I was able to restock our supply of pasta and buy supplies for baking cookies. (Fortunately, we already had eggs. And butter.)

The main roads have been plowed, at least in our immediate neighborhood. The secondary roads haven't. I have no idea when I'm going to be able to get back to work or when Alex is going to be able to get back to school. I have no idea when we'll be able to go to church or the library or, well, anywhere but the house and garden, with occasional forays to the drugstore or neighborhood grocery.

While I was waiting to check out at the grocery store, I heard the owner ask an older man who came up to the customer service window:

"You lived in Baltimore all your life?"

"Yeah."

"Is this the worst you've ever seen?"

"Yeah."

Ten to twenty more inches, guys. Ten to twenty more inches.
rivka: (christmas penguins)
My mothering skillz: Let me show U them.

snow_fort

The picture I took of the antechamber/courtyard didn't turn out as well. This is a hollowed-out but roofless section of snowdrift. Alex is reclining on a little snow bench.

snow_fort2

She has taken to shouting out from time to time, "It's the SNOWPOCALYPSE!" I'm glad we've raised her well.
rivka: (christmas penguins)
24 inches of snow in the garden, drifting in places to more than 36. Even the semi-protected walkway between our house and next door has 20 inches of snow in it.

It's still falling.

garden

more pics )
rivka: (Christmas hat me)
It's not supposed to snow like this in Maryland. And yet here we are, waiting for our second two-foot snowfall of the season. (Michael has dubbed it Snowpocalypse II: Electric Boogaloo.)

I am at work, but not for long. Our nanny came for a few hours this morning, but both of us agreed that we'd like to be home before the blizzard conditions start. Baltimore City schools are closing at 11:40, so she'll have to pick up her kid by then, so I'll have to get home to my kids before that. (Why did I come in to work at all? If you had ever been snowed in for the weekend with two vocal and demanding small children, you wouldn't have to ask. A couple of hours of quiet and self-directed adult activities = priceless.)

I went to the grocery store yesterday morning, before the panicked rush. We have bread and milk and eggs and toilet paper (French toast emergency!), as well as plenty of fruit, various staples, diapers and baby wipes, and enough meat for 5 days of dinners. We have a bag of salt for the front steps, shovels, snow gear, hot cocoa mix. I have laid in a stock of trashy mystery novels from the library. We have plenty of household tasks to keep us occupied, like moving into our new study.

Let it snow.

Moved!

Jan. 30th, 2010 10:55 pm
rivka: (Default)
I mentioned a while ago that we were planning to reorganize our house. We've done some packing, planning, and cleaning over the past couple of weeks, and this afternoon three pleasant and diligent men from the Casa de Maryland Workers' Center (an advocacy and service center for day laborers) showed up to carry heavy things for us.

It's a very strange experience to partially move. Our house got turned upside down; only the living room, Alex's room, and the kitchen were completely unchanged. And yet the fundamentals of the house remained the same. We didn't have to put all our things in boxes, but there are baskets and bins of displaced objects everywhere.

I don't know how long it will take before I stop darting into the dining room intending to check my e-mail, or into the study - which used to be my bedroom - to grab a pair of socks or toss the kids' clothes in the no-longer-present laundry hamper.

Our bedroom is already in nice shape. It's no larger than it has to be to fit our bedroom furniture (queen bed, dresser, chest), but it doesn't feel cramped. The study is going to need a lot of work - we still have to assemble some of the Ikea furniture we bought for it, let alone distributing our things over the shelves - but our desks and computers are already set up and I can tell that it's going to be an extremely pleasant room when it's finished. The dining room looks like someone moved out of it. Once it's cleaned up and the piles of detritus are removed, I think it will feel peaceful and huge.

The overall effect of the move is to make our house feel much bigger. It's great.

Pictures to come when we have things a little more together.
rivka: (motherhood)
Alex came to the table tonight with navy blue marker all over her lips, eyelids, eyebrows, and finger and toenails. "Makeup," apparently.

We told her she could have dinner after she'd washed all the marker off. Michael helped her get set up with the water (which can be hard to turn on) and her stepstool and a hand mirror to check her progress, and then came downstairs to eat his dinner while it was hot. She cried when she heard us sing grace without her.

I went up after a while, because she was begging for help. Her hands were cleanish but no other progress had been made. It turned out that she hadn't been using soap on her face, so I made some suggestions and came back down to finish my dinner. When Michael and I had both finished eating, I went back up and washed the rest of her face for her. I really had to scrub her eyelids, which was unpleasant for both of us. They still have a bluish tinge. I explained to her that makeup is special because it can go on your face without hurting you, and that isn't the case for random coloring things.

When she was finally able to come down for her dinner, she was distraught to find that we had not waited for her, and that in fact, we were finished. How tragic to be asked to eat alone! She cried again.

She claims not to have had any idea that we would be upset that she colored all over her face with marker. Uh huh.
rivka: (Alex the queen)
They did a really nice job with Alex's haircut.

When we were talking about going to the salon, she said she wanted it really short, like to chin length. I suggested that we start with shoulder length, and promised her that she could go back to the salon to get it shorter if she wanted to later on. And sure enough, when she looked in the mirror after the cut she decided that it was plenty short.

alex_short_hair_front

alex_short_hair_back

I tried to take a picture of the, ah, partially-cut version for you guys, but the pictures didn't turn out. With hair as long as Alex's was, it's hard to get a good visual of one missing chunk.

But for comparison, this is how long it was:

alex&colin_bath
rivka: (Alex the queen)
Okay, actually, upon sober reflection it's not as bad as all that.

She cut it at school. She didn't give herself a full "haircut" - she just took a big chunk out of the right-hand side, just below the shoulder. She claims that she was curious about what it would be like to have shorter hair, but I think it probably had more to do with the dangerous combination of scissors and poor impulse control.

It will have to be cut. But, you know, it was going to have to be cut at some point anyway. The bottom is straggly and uneven and the lower half is prone to developing horrible tangles which are awful to pick out. And she sheds all over the place.

If she really wanted shorter hair, at any point, I would have been perfectly willing to take her to a salon for a haircut. It's her hair. She is old enough to make decisions about how she wants to wear it. But I'm sad that she chopped at it in a moment of half-assedry, because I don't think she really wanted it to be short. Every time we've talked about it (and I have offered her the opportunity to get a haircut), she's said that she wanted to keep it long.

So I'm shocked and a little sad, but, you know, it's just hair. And it really is one of those iconic childhood moments. My mother once cut off her entire braid at the root.

AUGH!

Jan. 22nd, 2010 05:39 pm
rivka: (WTF?!)
ALEX CUT HER HAIR HER BEAUTIFUL WAIST-LENGTH HAIR WHICH HAD NEVER BEEN CUT SHE CUT HER HAIR OMG HER HAIR.

Wow.

Jan. 22nd, 2010 11:09 am
rivka: (rosie with baby)
Michael brought home my antibiotic prescription at 6pm last night, and I took one right away.

At 8pm, when I nursed Colin to sleep, I had to grit my teeth to keep from yelling in pain when he latched on.

At 10pm I took a long hot shower and hand-expressed some milk. It hurt, but not as much as I expected it to.

At 11pm Colin roused when Michael and I came to bed, and I nursed him. It was a little uncomfortable but not too bad.

Middle-of-the-night nursing didn't hurt at all. And today I still feel vaguely ill and achy, but my breast doesn't hurt and I'm not shaking with chills.

Dicloxacillin, you are my new best friend.

Update to add: Ow pumping still hurts ow.

Fuck.

Jan. 21st, 2010 05:57 pm
rivka: (ouch)
I have mastitis.

I thought mastitis was something that happened very early in the course of a breastfeeding relationship, so when I didn't get massively, massively ill in the first few weeks with Colin the way I did with Alex, I foolishly thought I was home free.

Ha.

It started yesterday afternoon with a sore, aching breast and the feeling that I was waaaay overdue to pump at work when, in actuality, I had just pumped. I came home and tried to nurse Colin a lot on that side. I took a long hot shower at bedtime and tried to use massage, but honestly it didn't feel a lot like the plugged duct I had before (i.e., noticeable lump, very localized, easily fixed).

Today my breast feels awful, like it's full of ground glass, and I also ache all over and have nausea and chills. I keep trying to nurse and nurse Colin but I still feel horribly engorged. And then this afternoon I noticed a bright red patch on my breast, like a 2x2-inch sunburn. That's mastitis.

The good news is that after a brief phone consult my midwife called in an antibiotic and Michael has gone to pick it up. It hurts like hell to nurse, and I feel sick all over.

I can't believe how quickly this came on and how lousy I feel.
rivka: (colin in whoville)
This evening, as I was sitting on the floor with Colin, he picked up a doll and held it to my shoulder. I took it and snuggled it. Then he leaned his head against my other shoulder and wrapped his arms as far around as they would reach.

I kept trying to put down the doll. He would patiently hand it back to me, nestling it against my shoulder. Then he'd rest his head against my free shoulder again and hold on.

Man. I didn't even know such sweetness was possible.
rivka: (I love the world)
Colin's feeling much better today. Thank God for ibuprofen, because unlike the Tylenol it actually reduces his fever. He was clingy today but not burning hot or miserable.

Now that my grant is in, we're moving ahead with an exciting plan we've been talking about for a while: redesigning how our house is laid out. Right now, Michael and I have our desks crammed into the dining room. The dining room table tends to attract piles and piles of paperwork. Alex's art supplies are in the playroom, but she doesn't really have a good place to spread them out without Colin being able to reach what she's doing. And we don't have anywhere to spread out any adult projects, like church work or whatever.

Meanwhile, one of the largest and most beautiful rooms in the house is our bedroom, which we really just use for sleeping and dressing. Most of the time it's a massive staging area for laundry. And we have a third-floor guest room which gets used a couple of weeks a year.

So we're planning to move our bedroom upstairs to the guest room on the third floor. There's a tiny room across the hall that will become Colin's bedroom when we decide that he's done co-sleeping. The guest room is small and ugly (70's-era paneling and a dropped ceiling), but it has room for our bed and our dressers and we probably won't spend a lot of time examining the decor. And it has an en suite bathroom, which is nice.

Our current bedroom, large and beautiful with a bay window and three floor-to-ceiling built-in bookcases, will be turned into a study.

Master Bedroom

I think Michael and I will probably put our desks on either side of the radiator. We can set up the little desk we got for Alex alongside, with Michael's old computer.

We went to Ikea today to get some other furnishings for the room. The main purchase was a big Expedit bookcase - a simple grid of 25 cubes, plus doors for a few of them and file boxes and things to go in a few others. We're planning to use it to hold books, art supplies, papers, and homeschooling stuff like math manipulatives. Since we're going to be dismantling our guest room, we also got for the study a very simple low couch that folds down into a bed. And an impulse purchase (which, I feel compelled to say, cost much less than it says on the webpage): a really cool gateleg table with drawers in the middle. We can load the drawers up with pencils and markers and scissors and tape, and use the table surface for art or puzzles or games or work that involves reference materials or Legos or any kind of project we want to be able to spread out without baby/toddler interference.

So soon our dining room can be just a dining room, and we won't be as likely to wind up with an even layer of crayons and markers scattered all over the entire house, and the large amounts of time that we spend at our computers will be in a more comfortable and well-laid-out room, and we'll have more spaces where Colin can be near Alex without messing up her things, and when we start homeschooling this summer we'll have a great space to do projects and keep all our stuff. And maybe - although this might be asking too much - the top of my desk will stop being a complete disaster area, because I'll have other places to store my papers and things. (Hey, stop laughing! It could happen that way.)

I think we'll make the move in two weeks. Between now and then we have some packing and clearing-out to do. We're going to need to hire a couple of hours of help to do the actual furniture-moving. And I want to see if I can find a few straight chairs at thrift stores, to go with the table. (If we pull our desk chairs over we'll tear up the floor finish.)

I am really excited about how much better we'll be using the space of our house.
rivka: (motherhood)
I don't think that I would be able to tell the difference between a 30-degree day and a 32-degree day, or food served at 140 degrees (as food-safety recommended) versus 138 degrees. So it amazes me that I can detect the difference between 98.6 degrees and 100.6 degrees just by brushing my hand against Colin's neck. It's screamingly obvious.

I think this is the boy's first fever. He hasn't gotten up above 102, but he seems awfully sick. And hot. Yesterday evening he was semi-asleep in our bed, and I went up because he started to whimper. He was tossing and turning, hair damp and plastered to his face, skin flushed pink. I slid an arm beneath him and felt heat radiating from the bed and from his sleep sack. "I can't believe Michael turned on the electric mattress pad when Colin is already running hot," I thought resentfully. But he hadn't. It was just Colin, burning up.

Tylenol doesn't bring the fever down. I took him to the ped office yesterday wanting to rule out an ear infection, because he'd been under the weather for several days before getting a fever and that tips my bacterial-infection meter. No; his ears and throat and lungs are clear. ("This is his first ever sick visit?" the nurse practitioner said. "Well, whatever's in your breastmilk, you should bottle that and sell it.") But the visit was worth the trip anyway, because they told me that he's old enough for ibuprofen now, and that is bringing the fever down to normal.

Hopefully today he'll be willing to do something other than (a) be held, and (b) nurse. I nursed him all damn night. And Alex wet the bed (!) at 2:30am.

You know what? I'm tired.
rivka: (smite)
This is the worst job of professional copyediting I have ever seen.

I understand spell-check errors. I can tolerate "silting" for "sitting," I guess, and I can rescue the meaning when "for" is substituted for "floor." I wince, but I see how it happens.

But then there are the errors that make the author look stupid. Please do not have a character adjust her "economically perfect desk chair," because you will jolt me right out of the story. And FOR THE LOVE OF GOD do not have a bunch of college-educated professionals who work with language for a living as newspaper reporters and columnists keep using the construction "suppose to."

Somewhere in the dimly-lit corners of Cornell University, a bust of William Strunk, Jr. has tears trickling down its dusty face.

Updated to add: ZOMG someone just ordered "trench fries."
rivka: (bigger colin)
As Is Well Known, baby walkers are deathtraps. Babies who are too young to walk are too young to have that kind of mobility; they wind up falling downstairs, getting tangled up in electric cords and tipping the walker over, rolling themselves into a hot radiator, etc. etc. etc. We'd never have one in the house.

However.

Colin does not read baby safety advice. He has figured out that he can stand up holding on to a small table, child-sized chair, highchair, laundry basket, or even a large toy, and walk wherever he wants by pushing it in front of him.

For extra credit, he crawls up onto the top of our toy garage and then attempts to climb from there onto the furniture.

We are so very dooooomed.

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