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the countdown is now in it's days stride. the excitement of the adventure at hand is all consuming, yet every now and then, without much notice or warning, i have a moment where the reality of what we're leaving behind strikes me and in that said moment i'm aware. conrad will tell you if prompted, straight up, "i'm not feeling all that great about it". of course, foremost, he is a child and he

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i know the me who i think i am is not exactly accurate. i choose not to give too much validation to that perception-i choose instead to put my identity into who and how God sees me, and it's not some vague, broad brush of an assessment. it's specific. sometimes i forget, but He is also good to remind me, to restore me. when i returned to church i wasn't just going to go, or to meet people,

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most evenings, after the kids are in bed and the mess from the day has been tamed, i sit on the couch with the laptop perched where it's name suggests and browse all the wonders of the internet. i know i should be reading a book, or journaling, or knitting sweaters for the homeless, or learning an instrument, or baking bread, or brushing up on the romanian i never really learned, or writing 6

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dallas had become stifling, a garrote for dreams-dreams of a life that would be about so much more than what that city had to offer-the endless pursuit of materialism, of popularity, and, as far as i could tell, nothingness. i was eager for an adventure, something that would and could catapult me into a hybrid of the dallas existence. there was also jon.jon and i had been dating/not dating/

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it's the curse of the writer to write about not writing.

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there is no such thing as a personal reality, just ones perception of reality. you can call a horse a cow all day long, but a horse is a horse and a cow is a cow regardless of ones perception. reality is not based on anything but itself; we, as humans in all our intellect, can not change it-however, we have the genuis ability of aligning our reason to it's constant, unbending truth. "

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Clarificationi must be putting it out there, misrepresenting-because i keep hearing it, and it's not true, and truth be told, i want to be here. i left texas for more than a reason.i miss it, sure.pre-oregon: i wasn't one of those people who had this vision of their life's every detail planned out and thought through, especially the part about marriage and children. well, i guess i did but then

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sandy harbst, mother and person extraordinaireit seems like every living soul has too many horror stories to share concerning their mothers, so go ahead and start resenting me now, because i don't have a single one.my mother is perfect, and being perfect is perhaps her only imperfection. bias, you say. hardly. this mother of mine is nothing short of a modern day miracle. and not only that, but

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Built to Spill, Historic Ashland Armory, 11/11/10any other band and i would have stayed home, nursed my cold with hot tea, nyquil, and an early bed time. but those who know Built To Spill know, they're far from any ol' band. plus, it was my birthday present, the one i bought for my husband to give to me and it was the highlight of my turning of 31. whatever hardships i knew i was to encounter

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five minutes away is a little town no bigger than a hippie chic's armpit bush, that has every charm every parent dreams about raising their kids around. Main St. is only a few blocks long with a valley beyond it known for it's mom and pop wineries and idyllic afternoon drives. the town itself consists of a handful of special shops, a restaurant or four, a top notch outdoor music venue that looks

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potty training conrad was like a high five you already had your hand raised for. one friday morning i woke up and decided it was time. i told him it was time. i took off his diaper, pointed to the potty, and then to the glass jar of rainbow colored chocolate incentives. that was it. he was potty trained.truman, on the other hand, is proving to actually needing to be trained....on the potty and

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(i'm going to go ahead and move past my reality this morning of truman having thrown up since 6am and that i'm pretty sure i reek of stomach acid and digested food, which is because after one of the many up chucks of what looked like the reminisce of pumpkin seeds and mac and cheese, truman attempted to wipe his nose when he began to throw up once more and then so proceeded to go ahead and rub

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if ten years ago someone would have told me that ten years later i would be a housewife raising two little boys in a small town in oregon existing on one meager income, i would have laughed, then punched them in the guts for predicting, as i wold have seen it ten years ago: a boring and mundane life. i had dreams. head in the clouds, stars exploding in my eyes, fantasies on a simply fantastic and

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TimesMaybe it's the fact we survive off of one meager paycheck, or maybe it's the fact we eat mostly organic, whatever the culprit may be, life is too expensive anymore. Food alone averages about $150 a week, and that's not taking into account the miscellaneous Target/Fred Meyer items: the diapers, wipes, socks, laundry detergent, dish washing detergent, winter hats, crayons, shampoo, deodorant,

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M.Ward and Goliath On the way to gymnastics class last Friday Conrad and I got into a conversation about one of the stories in his Bible-he told me how he climbed into the story, how he fought those philistines with his sword, how it made him so tired and hungry-he described to me the lunch he had after the fight, even the softness of the grass he sat on. I sit here now on the couch, children

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blogging, once againthis can seem like a huge waste of time considering the little, often non-existent, time i have to get stuff done while the kids nap. then of course, knowing me and my birds size brain, if i don't put these days and their contents somewhere, they are sure to slip through the loose grasp of my mental aptitude. and these days, these days are amazing.truman is practically fifteen

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friday was the last known day we did anything; because friday was the day we meet some friends at wildlife images and in the process, caught their cold. since then we've been hanging low, blowing noses, making hot tea, reading "Bear Feels Sick", and sneaking cow colustrum in applesauce. i was really looking forward to the opening day at the ashland pool, and to getting all my t's crossed and i's

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Hanley Farm if you go down hanley road, past a few vineyards and strawberry fields, before you get to the counrty store that sells "spaghetti on tuesdays", you'll find a still operating historic farm from the mid 1800's. i've known about Hanley Farm since i moved to medford four years ago, you see, once upon a baby free life, i met up with the volunteer coordinator of the jacksonville historic

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this is wednesday, june 17th.we missed story time this morning, but it had to be. truman woke up at 4:30am, a hour before his usual rise n' shine time, and couple that with a 45min. nap, i knew there would no way in hell he would graciously make it through both story time at the library and our wednesday picnic in the park tradition. here is what our day looked liked instead: conrad requested

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Thus Far: our field trip of the day: the observation desk at the bustling medford airport.conrad was determined to not look at me for this picture, obviously i won, all it took was a claim by me that i had sausages hanging from my nose ("The Three Wishes", for all of you who wonder how i came up with that one). picked blueberries from our yard; in my defense, they looked alot more blue on the

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like all first kisses, there was eye lock, a hush in the air in fierce competition with the buzzing of an electrical appliance, a lunge, and then, alas, a big ol' wet slobber kiss that misses the mark and lands on the nose. except, it wasn't truman and mines first kiss, and as my memory did a little jogging back to recall this, i realized, i MUST START BLOGGING again. truman is ten months, and

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file under: politicalthis quote comes from the Office of Intelligence and Analysis Assessment on "Rightwing Extremism: Current Economic and Political Climate Fueling Resurgence in Radicalization and Recruitment", under KEY FINDINGS, " The current economic and political climate has some similarities to the 1990s when rightwing extremism experienced a resurgence fueled largely by an economic

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endorsing the hermit lifetake away the most recent of illnesses and this past winter has still been an ass kicking. i'm not exaggerating in the least when i say we've been sick practically every other week since december, and the only culprit i can think of is that this winter, unlike last, we actually come out of our den a few times a week to practice social skills and to test my patience in

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oh me, oh my. the past week here was nothing short of Armageddon, except jon and me didn't have that moment where we layed in basking sunlight as he ate animal crackers out of my navel, which would never work anyways because, first of all, i have neither an innie or an outie, it's really the perfect belly button, and if i were to name 2 favorite parts of my body, it would, hands down, be my legs

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New Years Resolution: Be More Russian.

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happy b'day Jesusi'm officially hooked on christmas. we drove up yesterday afternoon in the rain and then finally, in the snow. after the best christmas eve dinner at jon's aunts, we came back to his folks house. conrad opened his christmas jammies and wanted to change into them right there on the spot and then put the snow boots i bought him yesterday for this trip back on-he has been wearing

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ho ho snowi really tried to do christmas cards this year. i picked up a catalog from kinkos, bought christmas clothes for the pictures- we even went to the mall and forced our children to sit on a stranger's lap, which conrad was quite pissed off about. but two days till and i have nothing but a bad jpg to show for it. discussing this with a friend, a mother of two, i was relieved to hear that

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Picking My Nose and Chewing Iti know this is something every mother in the world struggles with, but for me, two and a half years into it, i'm just now beginning to truly grapple with, and that is how to Do It All.my list( i'm sure it looks a lot like yours):clean, clean up after everyonedo laundryfix dinnerbuy groceriesreturn movies to blockbusterreturn bowl and platter to friendmake gingerbread

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i had no idea two year olds were this much fun. after months of internet silence, thanks to not having internet and therefore being forced into silence- that will stand as my opening sentence. toddlers are hilarious; little creatures of endless humor, some of which, i presume only a parent or bill cosby could appreciate. then again, who in there right mind wouldn't think instances such as going

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blog ketchupi feel a sense of shame in admitting this, but the thought crossed my mind once or twice of stopping the blog thing with my last momentous post: the birth of baby number two. it was a fleeting thought, afterall, i have been doing this for something like five years now, and after five years of divulging different parts and events of my life and Psyche, i don't think that even if i

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one month downyah. it's been a month, a little over a month. and ask me, ask me if it feels like it...yep. feels like i have an one month old and a two year old and am terribly, terribly sleep deprived. i will never understand those mothers who gush how fast time has flown by with their infants. what sort of crack are they snorting, and on whose back? there is nothing fast about long nights and

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a walk in the parktruman alder eggertborn august 15, 20086 lb 14oz19.5 inthere is something to be said about the power of prayer. i had no idea so many people- you people, and family, and friends who don't read this- were lifting me and jon and conrad and truman up in prayer on friday. no idea. and i am SO GLAD you all did because the Lord was SO GOOD to me and He answered your and mine prayers:

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"Crowning", doesn't that word send fear deep into your soul?!?by this time tomorrow, knock on wood, i should have a baby truman here in the world beyond my fabulous uterus.conrad wasn't so. he took all day and half the night, including but not limited to, practically three hours of pushing before making his grand and beautiful entrance. but i'm an optimist. an eternal and often painfully

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"republicans for obama"hey i'm no staunch republican, use to be, but in my aging twenties i've found more solace and understanding with libertarians, still, this "republicans for obama" campaign has to be the most ridiculous thing i've ever heard. isn't that like saying, "republicans for socialism"?!? somebody somewhere forgot, or is hoping, nobody else realizes, what a complete bag of

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what could be the longest week, EVER:i don't believe it myself, but yes, still no baby. there were nights, not too many nights ago, i would sit on the couch and watch truman do tumbles and backflips, making my stomach look like an alien was about to tear my flesh open and come raging out, hungry for human flesh and world domination. as i would watch this spectacle in half fear and half maternal

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Zingi laid in bed last night, 3:30 am, debating whether or not to get up and blog about, what at the time appeared to be, the beginning of labor.sometime around 11am my consistent 10min. contractions abruptly ended, and haven't been back since."false labor" is what they call it, though i like to refer to it as, "big effin tease". at this point i am a flurry of emotions: anticipation mixed with

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it's midnight, past midnight, and i'm awake. tired. wishing to be asleep, but instead, awake.those sore legs of mine are REALLY sore and hurting tonight; hurting and aching so much that even laying there in bed while rubbing burts bee muscle healer on them is still too uncomfortable. i want to shake jon out of sleep, before sleep out of his "i'm tired" blah blah guess whose not having a baby in a

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another sunday at the river...perhaps one of my favorite things about living in the northwest is spending an afternoon by the river. and i write "think" because i'm pretty sure as soon as i'm not pregnant or attached by the boob to a baby or too financially strapped because of a year and a half of making it off one income, my favorite thing about living in the northwest will be learning to kayak

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Should Be Sleeping, dear diary.apart from the monster looking thing that use to be my vagina, the worst part of this pregnancy has been the past month of having a hard time falling asleep at night because of the aching in my legs. it's so bizarre, and i'm at a lost at how to cope with it. typically i just toss and toss and toss till i pass out. which often takes till 1am.come october i'm

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38 weeks and 3 days pregnant, and almost, so very close, to being completely moved in.saturday morning jon woke up and the first thing he did, according to him albeit, was pick up a box i had packed the night or the past few NIGHTS before and walk it out to the uhaul. that sort of 'get it done' pace didn't end, and in a way, hasn't yet ended till maybe now.i was almost certain i was going to wake

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if not here then where?!?i realize i come here often when there is nobody else who will let me punch them in the face and i need some sort of outlet, or thing to take it out on. Internet, i'm sorry, but in my imagination you have a giant red bulls eye painted in the middle of the monitor and it's just a bruising for a cruising.oh conrad. oh tuesday. oh fcking shitty of a tuesday with conrad.and

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Happytoday, or at least right now, might not be the best time to write about the inexplicable joy that occurred two years, and one day ago today. or how every day i wake up and think to myself how bitch slapping lucky i am to be conrad's mommy, and how there could be no absolute hell frozen over way that he could be any cuter or any more precious than the previous day, and of course, the moment i

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Check Out My Beardi was planning on doing this tomorrow, tomorrow when silence and empty space are scheduled to return back to our currently chaotic and full house. but the opportunity is here now: the in laws left this morning back for salem and with them a flurry of activity 9 year old nephew plus random bags full of quilts and paper products, jon's brother and his wife are out for the

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transmissions from our living roomconrad and i just finished breakfast, some delicious from scratch bran muffins, and now we want everyone to know we love the flaming lips. you should see us dance. you should hear conrad try to sing along.suck on that barney!

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ask conrad if his mommy is going to have a baby come out of her tummy soon and his face lights up in silliness and he say's "No". but instead of the no sounding like an "eff you", it sounds very british and that's how we know when conrad is teasing or joking back. he becomes a brit. i blame it on thomas the train.friday morning conrad and i went up to the hospital to see shahala and her new baby

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jon is watching a biography about the pixies, which reminded me of a something i wanted to blog about months ago: the possibility of my rock star kindred spirit being chris robinson, or maybe it was rich robinson. one of the two. for the longest time i wondered if, apart from the bass player mortal attraction, how someone like me, a music enthusiast...a rock snob, could find so very little in

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Till Hernia Do We Partme: we need to start going on dates again.jon: we will once we can have sex again.me: (look of being perplexed, and knowing whatever the reason is, i'm sure it to be inappropiate.) and why?!?jon: otherwise what's the point (followed by That laugh of his).

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fittingly and finally, Mommynot much of a surprise conrad's first accidental word was DaDe, his first intended word, Da, and his first two syllable word, Daddy. literally, from the first seconds of conrad's existence outside of my womb there was a connection between him and his father. a "hi, conrad" followed by two just opened eyes looking intently in the direction of his fathers voice. everyone

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are we cool yet?!?exhausted and drained i plopped down on the sofa. jon was playing one of his alternative reality uber nerd computer games and conrad was asleep. it was 9ish or so and once again the finished day had taken it out me, conrad had worked me, pushed me, and had it been a hour earlier, i would have made the trip to barnes and noble to buy Turning the Terrible Twos Into Terrific, a

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DongaDeepif i would have read my horoscope yesterday it probably would have read, "your f'ed".i'm not going to, and i don't lament the slew of character scrutiny i was forced to undergo. as martyristic as this is going to sound, i actually, in some weird sort of way, relish such occasions. not for the stinging regret it brings, or the shame, or for the downward-inward introspect that insists you

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at least seven feet underi have a sick feeling in my gut the chaos of this past week is just a taste of what having two will be like. there were many a times i was loading the dishwasher or doing a load of laundry or shuttling conrad from one activity to another when a huge sigh would just bellow out of me without consent. i'm assuming my body was dispersing of small amounts of life i'll no

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On Second Thoughtthere is an unspoken, though often grumbled through grinding teeth, little saying about camping, it goes, "your not camping unless at some point your miserable".last friday that some point would have been from 11pm to 7am.with my parents in town and the mandatory trip to the redwoods and coast at hand, i decided months ago we would camp out at right there in the redwoods just

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Never Been Good at Posting After A Week of Nothingthis could go in a hundred different directions: i could write about how much fun it was to have my parents here with me for a glorious 6.5 days, i could write about how stinken busy we were and how by the end of the week conrad was so out of whack we all thought he had entered the Terrible Twos on bad crank, i could write about all the places we

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They're Here!early sunday morning my parents had finally arrived. for what seems like EONS now i have been patiently awaiting their visit. this trip marks their first time to come here Together, and a torturous eighth months since I/We saw them last. and with those eight months i have had more than enough time to plan their every second here, starting with Avenue of Giant Bolders, Becky's Cafe,

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conrad could teach seminars on FOCUS and DETERMINATION.

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dear dallas (mostly, pregnant women in dallas),do you have any idea how lucky you are to have so many yummy eateries at every corner? do you? i said, DO YOU!!!???!!!!when i was pregnant with conrad( i won't even bother mentioning the countless, tittering on gazillions, of times i wasn't pregnant and none the less) i l-o-n-g-e-d for the number two at allgood, the pulled chicken casserole from

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"the gnashing of underwear"the perfect title for a porn-drama.

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emoutional rollercoasterlike most aggrievances, things usually start with a single domino knocking over the next, and then the next, till the kinetic torrent reaches it's grand finale...triggering a bad mood. unfortunately for me and everyone that comes in my path, i start the day in motion thanks to pregnancy mood swings. this morning it was a trip to the grocery store with conrad that sent me

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entirely uninteresting unless you've been there tooif money grew on trees, or jon was a doctor, this is the stroller i'd be a complete idiot over. but seriously isn't she a beaut. completely infant to toddler capable, light weight, sporty, oh and yes, almost $1000. for about two months now i've been perusing craigslist, not too terribly serious, but wanting to know and see what's out there, if

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Pregnormousyou've seen those shows where the kid wakes up crying from a bad dream and the mother rushes in and wipes the tears and calms the fear with a soft voice and song, then you know she usually lays in bed with the child and the two of them fall asleep next to one another in the most enduring of ways.well i bet that mom wasn't pregnant, because if she was she would have been me last

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i'm thinking bruce willis would make for a great running mate, or perhaps just the two of them in a sixth sense sequel.ps-you need only watch the first 30 seconds or so, unless of course you like being bored to tears intentionally. in which case your cordially invited to my house any night of the week after 9pm. we'll watch frontline and eat peanut butter toast together.

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there in brookings, oregon, a small town on the coast of the pacific, jon pointed this sign out to me,"a day at the beach is worth a month in town".the day before our sunday spur of the moment road trip i had been cursing the northwest-muttering obscenities, self loathing my existence as i laid on the coach, wishing to be elsewhere, dumbfounded why so many adored this place i hated. then sunday

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this month's Forget Me Not's:1. conrad being able to count from 1-5 on his fingers. albeit, 3 looks exactly like 4, and well, 2 is 2 index fingers instead of index and bird. still, this ability to count on his fingers is a growing indication of him truely grasping the concept of counting. he is even beginning to mimic my little counting game where i place different things like the blueberries on

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better for you than friesin the parking lot of a mom and pops outdoor store right off west main street stands erect a twenty foot poorly crafted black bird. fittingly the store is named Blackbird and it is the sort of place you go when your covered in poison ivy and am jonesing for a giant bottle of Acnu, or your on your way out of town and forgot the water filter for your three day hike into the

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i dreampt last night we named the baby Roman. this dream comes after another dream i had a month or so ago where we named him Trevor-two names i hadn't thought of until i woke up the next morning from dreaming it. jon dismissed Trevor immediately on the basis he has known a few doosh bags named Trevor, but Roman he pondered with while walking out of the backdoor this morning, coffee in hand.i

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i never thought the day would come where i would be so escatic to be poor, but today and yesterday and until after baby number two comes, i am! a few months back we applied for the oregon health plan and a month ago found out we were ineligible because we exceeded the income limit, but something wonderful happened when i lost my job in januray: our income slide right under the scale to be

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a women with a dream: a cure for all hernia sufferers!check out the boogie in his nose!a boy with a magical watering pot.that he can drink out of.watching jets on youtube in the pj's.i'm sending this one into america's next top model.and fishing.

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we started our weekend on friday. jon had already worked an exorbitant amount of hours by thursday that by the time friday morning rolled around he was either taking the day off or i was going to call in a bomb threat to his work. thankfully he was given the day off, and so we did what we do best, and that is spend the day by the river. it was a perfect day too, and by 11am or so i had my pants

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here is just a fraction of the pictures i took. i'm still waiting for the ones his aunt and grampa took. i'll be creating a special Whales Vagina folder for the slew of them.this picture was taken after the one right below it. i was asking conrad to smile for the camera and he gave the below look as the flash snapped-then, as if knowing exactly what he was doing when he gave me that derrr pose,

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bar none, this was my busiest weekend since i moved to the northwest three years ago. and even before the weekend hit it seems i was nothing but a busy body hoping from one activity, one chore, one to-do to another. i'd love nothing more than to take today to stop and catch my breath but tomorrow is our big trip to san diego and i still have way too much to do to even consider such a far-fetched

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elvira nails scratching down a green chalk board, stepping in a pool of unidentified something with socks on, half way through a recipe when you realize your one egg shy, being in the midst of a poopy diaper change, in a store dressing room none the less, when you realize you forgot to pack baby wipes...for me, yesterday was like a tangible form of all those things; went to bed too late, woke up

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previous experience is telling me the current size of my abdomen isn't big, big is being nine months pregnant and not being able to shave your legs because of it. still, looking at my belly, looking in the mirror, i feel big. my mother in law heard the cry of my clothing needs and bought out the juniors clearance section at macy's. thank goodness for her and the lingering current style of

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love, and the things we find enduring: the way he worked that crab, the way right into my heart. happy valentines.

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there is this constant sensation, the feeling of anxiety mixed with nausea. last week i was finally able to stay awake during conrad's nap and begin on my ever growing to-do list. one of those was "find out about health insurance during pregnancy", which is kinda like saying, "drink from a straw while standing on your head".after much web searching, i finally was finally able to ascertain the

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with no food in the fridge, little money to be spent, no shifts to work on the weekend, stir crazy from the winter sentence of being home bound, jon and i decided we would take advantage of our cirumstances and make the three and a half drive up to salem to see and stay with his parents.we were greeted with hot from the oven chicken pot pie and a toasty fire place to sit in front of while conrad

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i promise to do this only hardly ever.perhaps it is my age, almost 30, becoming acutely aware of the world around me and how, no matter how much i wish it wouldn't, it affects me, or being a mother, and in doing so, being the inspector of everything Conrad might touch, smell, taste, hold, see, and do, of wanting to safeguard him against anything that might not coincide with his adorableness, that

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i will never take a gingerbread man cookie for granted again. after the kitchen was ripped apart from head to toe gathering the ingredients and bowls and mixers, with flour covering the counter tops, conrad retrieving various kitchen utensils from the drawer i have foolishly placed him on a chair in front of so that he can help roll the dough and cut it into mini edible men with me, with sticky

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one of the perks of having a baby:back-up corks for when you f'up opening a bottle of wine.

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he's practising for his role as a bird/old man with no teeth taking a dump in the backyard. check out the yellow jacket that got decapitated! that sincerely made my morning. and in addition to this wasp trap, i've also found a great way of killing them: it's an all-natural/poison free aerosol that i spray on them when their hoovering over the ground. by itself it won't kill them, so once their

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including half the shut eye i need to function as a normal human being, this is what else i missed last night while at work:

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in love, and now engaged; my little sister will soon be michelle martin, and soon enough baby martins- with great hair cuts and a love for sushi and soy lattes-will be chasing david bowie (the cat) around the studio apartment. i'm elated for them both. sooooooo elated.

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on monday morning conrad slept in till 9am, with of course a 6am feeding and diaper change; then, today, till almost 8:30am. can i just take a second to thank my lucky stars, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! it is has been a year of 6am wake-ups, and boy am i ready for that extra hour of sleep and first hour to myself. lord knows i need a good stiff drink in the morning without interuption to get

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life of the partyif conrad had any idea his father and i could produce a baby for him to play with he'd probably crawl all the way to the store on the burning concrete for some marvin gay, oysters, red wine, and dark chocolate for us.at the pool today, i witnessed my little eleven month old child scream with glee and laugh as he chased around the other kids in the kiddie pool. they were playing

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i swear i must have the most precious child in the history of children. just a moment ago i was giving conrad a bottle(after eleven wonderful months of breastfeeding, my boobs are unfortunately fading) before putting him down for his nap-he laid in my arms, gazing up at me while reaching his free hand towards my face-for the past few weeks he has been incessant with pointing to things to hear

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conrad and i were planning on going to the spray park out in jacksonville when in walked his father, hours before we expected to see him. i already had the pool tote/largest- most awesomest bag you have ever seen, because for some reason, going to the pool now involves more than a walkman, banana boat sun grease, and a beach towel, now it involves: two towels, spf 1000 sunblock, bag of snacks my

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there are a few pregnancy related habits i have, eleven months later, yet to shake. one of which is farting...anywhere, without hesitation or inhibition; another is my belief that craving, say bagels, must be met, as highest priority, trumping everything else; and whereas i love that i can let one ripe and then blame it on conrad or make "buy cupcakes" number

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i know, i know, "isn't he a little young for the park" you say. and sure, true he doesn't quite understand a slide is meant to be slid down, or that monkey bars aren't a snare for mommy to bang her head into, or for that matter, how to walk over to the swing set, but, in our defense, damn do we ever have a blast when were there.this little girl Loved conrad and for awhile conrad was into her,

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us, 05/2007squaw lakes (or indian bitch lakes as i like to refer to it)

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something.we packed ourselves in, the six of us, hoping and itching to find what we had set out for; looking out of the car window, i watched the clouds pull back to the empty landscape, the empty landscape open to promise and daydreams meet with a soundtrack of idle conversation and hissing wind. it was the dead of winter, a southern winter, and i had forgot to pack a hat and scarf. flow, a

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like throw up in your mouth "god missie, your so cute it's nauseating." -girl at workfollowed by a later conversation in which my desire to put puppies in my mouth, i was told, is largely due to that nauseating cuteness i exude.glad to know i've still got it.;)

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pate please from what i've gathered via baby books and baby websites, once your little one begins to eat solids, you should encourage and offer different types of food; and so naturally, jon and i have been doing just that, and to our amusement conrad will eat just about anything not spinach. which makes me wonder if i should be offering escargot and pate in between his exotic cheese and wine

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the concept of permanencei was in high school when my childhood dog passed away. her name was peggy sue, she was a full blood boxer, with the pointed ears and a chopped tail, who, as a child, i would paint her nails barbie pink and, when sad, wrap my arms around her and cry into her neck. i remember the day my parents took us to the breeders home, michelle and i sat there on the ground in the

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there is a buzz around the house lately, of constant chores being done, and ideas being hatched, and conrad crawling and climbing into and onto everything, and of dealing with an impending great loss.last week, jon and i both noticed something awry with lou dog; foremost, he wasn't him old self-no chasing cars as the drove down the alley, no howling with the downtown sirens, no crashing into the

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Conrad, 10 months 1 week.weight 21 lbsheight 30 inchesperfect, angelic, silly, fast, uber inquistiveconrad sleeping... as you can see his crib has become home to a plithre of stuffed animals, aka wrestling foes/snuggle buddies.conrad playing...and mesmerized, as usual, by the dangling camera strap. t'shirt reads, "My Heart Belongs To Daddy". it's a lie, we both know it belongs to Me...

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last night i had this wonderful idea of dumping a bag of flour on the floor and then placing some measuring cups and bowls with water in them down there too, and to top it all off, add conrad in just his diaper to the mixture ( i was hoping for tasty baby pie and ended up with a sticky,doughy baby ready to have newspaper machete all over him and made into a vbs craft time balloon). so of course,

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i've been sitting here in front of the computer, gazing, reflecting, re-hashing the past few days events and what i should purge from my crowded mental cavity, only to keep rounding a personal dilemma: post-natal baby hair regrowth retardation. i don't remember if i ever blogged about my hair loss after conrad was born or not...but, yes, i did. i lost it in clumps and handfuls, down the drain,

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the downside of upside and the upside of downside conrad's first art project. he calls it, "ketchup and mustard reflections"i've blogged before about the trials and tribulations in changing conrad's diaper, cross comparing to him to a twirling, spinning river otter. that was about a month and a half ago: a month and half ago

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