Archive for December, 2007
New Year’s Rotten Eve
Does anybody really have fun on New Year’s Eve?
I can think of three New Year’s Eve occasions I’ve had that were fun. Three out of thirty-something that are within my range of memory - that’s a pretty sad statistic.
The first was either 1998 or 1999. Kyle and I took the DC Metro to […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on December 31st, 2007 tagged Who me?, Youthful indiscretions | 23 Comments »
What do you get a pregnant woman for Christmas?
If you are absolutely fabulous and have impeccable taste, you get her one of these sets.
If you are determined to force her to relax (with or without the aid of these goodies), you get her a year-long monthly massage membership.
If you recognize and accept her frenetic housecleaning tendencies, you get her a bi-weekly cleaning service […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on December 26th, 2007 tagged Miss Goosie, Miss Mousie, The king of beers, Who me? | 9 Comments »
And to all a good night
Published by mothergoosemouse on December 24th, 2007 tagged Look at me, look at me! | Comment now »
What passes for foreplay in the third trimester
After twice bursting into tears for no apparent reason within the space of an hour, call downstairs: You ready?
When your husband asks, “Really? Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” reply: This is as good as it’s gonna get!
Published by mothergoosemouse on December 20th, 2007 tagged The king of beers, Who me? | 17 Comments »
Future shiksas?
When Tacy came home from school a couple weeks ago bearing a construction paper menorah she’d made that day, I was pleasantly surprised. Later that evening, when she presented me with this creation, I was even more pleasantly surprised:
Not fully accurate, but a good try for a gentile, don’t you think?
But when she brought […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on December 19th, 2007 tagged Dirtying up other corners of the web, Kids say the darnedest things, Look at me, look at me!, Miss Goosie, Miss Mousie | 14 Comments »
I’ll get you, Braxton. And your little pal Hicks too.
When I was pregnant with Tacy, I read about Braxton-Hicks contractions, but I don’t think I ever experienced one. If I did, I didn’t recognize it for what it was.
Even when I was hooked up to the monitors for non-stress tests for what seemed like hours at a time every day after passing the […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on December 17th, 2007 tagged Baby makes three (kids), Who me? | 17 Comments »
How could I have jinxed myself when I didn’t even blog about it?
The first night we put CJ to bed in her new big girl bed, she turned onto her tummy and hugged her Lambie and that was that. She slept past eight the next morning.
The next night, she cast a glance at the glider (which has been moved into the master bedroom in anticipation of […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on December 12th, 2007 tagged Bloggy-linky-meme-y, Dirtying up other corners of the web, Miss Goosie, Miss Mousie | 20 Comments »
The old standby isn’t anymore
Tacy and I are discussing what to pack in her lunch for a field trip.
J: How about pasta? It’ll be cold though.
T: No thank you.
J: A turkey sandwich?
T: No.
J: Baloney?
T: Um…no.
J: How about a hummus sandwich?
T: What’s that?
J: Chick peas. Your daddy and I like it.
T: No thank you.
J: Well, let’s see. […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on December 9th, 2007 tagged Baby makes three (kids), Kids say the darnedest things, Miss Goosie, Who me? | 17 Comments »
Don’t ask; they’ll tell
Updated below with major late-breaking news: YouTube isn’t run by a bunch of prudish immature pussies after all!
At the risk of inducing vomiting, my husband is one of the most genuinely nice people out there. He’s not above the occasional sarcastic remark, and he’s been known to annoy his buddies, usually after one Fat […]
Published by mothergoosemouse on December 5th, 2007 tagged Baby makes three (kids), Dirtying up other corners of the web, The king of beers | 8 Comments »
Don’t hate me for sleeping late
Because this gravy train is about to end.
Last night was the last night that CJ will sleep in her crib. Today, sometime between 2 and 4pm, her new bedroom furniture will be delivered - including a big girl bed.
My bursts of sentimentality in the face of evidence that my girls are growing up come […]