tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31403179653056523312012-02-03T00:18:49.148-05:00Me in many forms- but mostly, in my pajamas... Getting spit up on. Breastfeeding, Cd'ing, Makin' Baby Stuff.Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.comBlogger791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-33211852243805116302011-12-16T14:07:00.000-05:002011-12-16T14:07:23.569-05:00

Like almost everything else I do, or know how to do, this comes from waaaaay back when I was a ittle kid. When my younger brother was learning to walk, he burned his hands. Severely.  He was toddling along, and started to fall, when he grabbed one of our old-fashioned radiators. It left the palms of his hands completely covered in blisters, and I think this is probably the only time I have ever

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-47204656945844972632011-11-16T09:40:00.001-05:002011-12-05T23:13:49.762-05:00

Mah shop! We've hit a rough spot, and I needed to do something so I feel like I'm contributing to the household, instead of just living here & eating all my husband's money. This has nothing to do with him, he thinks I'm a nut, but nonetheless, I need to do it for my own peace of mind. He said I don't need to do anything, especially because it's his student loans that are the problem. So anyway,

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-19909849764323821562011-10-22T23:34:00.002-04:002011-10-26T15:34:58.746-04:00

Trip was... Eventful...? I guess you could say... Nearly got T-boned by an old lady on the way in. I had to pee SOOOO BAD!!! that I thought my bladder was going to explode while we drive around looking for a place to park. All the garages & lots were full. Saw a port-a-potty, made Heather pull over to let me out while she kept searching, so she & I were separated for a bit, but found each other

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-11424513868548550272011-09-10T22:02:00.001-04:002011-09-10T22:03:10.875-04:00

For anyone who doesn't know, I'm not Christian, and I don't wish to offend anyone. Ok, getting that out of the way... I worship Cheezus. I am the High Priestess of Cheezus. In the Pantheon, we also have Saint Bacon, Saint Garlic and some assorted others. But Cheezus, Bacon and Garlic are the most important ones. You can worship Cheezus in his many forms of tasty noms. These are what is served

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-7324650304270376862011-05-24T23:33:00.000-04:002011-05-24T23:33:28.227-04:00

I'm not exactly sure what I'm writing... so here's a picture of a kitty! Our new kitty, to be exact. My mom... (love her to death, but she's an idiot sometimes) took in a kitty. Female. Not spayed. I TOLD her she was going to get kittens. The cat was preggo, and there would be kittens everywhere. I also told her that Mama Cat would have a calico, and it was MINE. Well, somehow, she forgot all

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-9867224996880245762011-04-18T12:05:00.000-04:002011-04-18T12:05:57.169-04:00

Yes, I do mean my blog. Sorry, blog... :( I've been busy with a growing Bibbit, making stuff, and planning on making stuff... The little imp has decided to stop growing, so I've been doing a lot of feeding. He's dropped down from the 90th percentile, to the 10th. While this worries me, Dr. E says it's no big deal. I'm short, and TJ is skinny, so she wasn't expecting him to stay a bruiser forever.

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-84557074714159851172011-01-04T00:15:00.000-05:002011-01-04T00:15:17.116-05:00

I love horses. I always have. Once upon a time, one of my uncles bought me a horse. I named her Sarah. She was old, and not much good for anything except (very) occasional rides, but I loved her to death. When she had to be put down, they didn't tell me the truth then. They just said she'd moved away, and I didn't learn what had actually happened until I was much older and able to take the real

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-85053898439949173752010-12-22T22:15:00.000-05:002010-12-22T22:15:44.738-05:00

Ok, I'm going to make a list now of all the reasons you do not want my diapers. First off, Pattern. The pattern I make my dipes from is completely customized to fit my baby. It probably won't fit yours. Right now, I'm only making pocket fitteds, because that is what I need for overnights. I have customized it until I can stuff it full of what I need, so it's probably going to be too big for most

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-31845951316830460672010-12-20T21:03:00.000-05:002010-12-20T21:03:38.881-05:00

Kathy loved her scarf, and now insists that Alex gets a matching pair of pants. I'm not sure if I have enough of the Kermit fleece left for a full pair of pants, but I could probably appliqué a Kermit face to the butt or something. When Kathy opened her gift, Miranda looked really sad, she didn't have much to open right then. It was a good 20 minutes before she got to open her scarf, and it took

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-52415019613331221032010-12-18T02:36:00.001-05:002010-12-19T19:04:01.511-05:00

Photo bomb in... 3... 2... 1!!! Ok, sooo... First, Miranda's scarf.... I couldn't decide which side to use as the outer, the print side, or the super-fuzzy-stick-your-face-in-it-and-snuzzle-it side. So I made it 2 sided. Above, you can see where the print isn't as defined. That is the snuzzle side. It was a complete fucking pain in my ass to sew. I thought I was doing awesome, and that Priss

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-73042525107582529352010-12-12T22:08:00.000-05:002010-12-12T22:08:52.699-05:00

 When I took  my first "stash shot", it was cute and tiny... Well, Alex was tiny, too. I had to wash every night, and sometimes use the sposies I had to fill in, like if I knew he was going to poop, and it wouldn't be on him for more than 20 minutes. I got burnt out staying up until 2 or 3 am every day to wash the diapers. Finally, I threw a fit of overtired rage at GW, and I got more diapers.

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-56451796381955441552010-12-12T01:09:00.000-05:002010-12-12T01:09:34.338-05:00

We. Are. SO. DONE. With the x-mas shopping. I spoke to my mom earlier today on the phone, and asked her what she wanted for a gift. She said there was nothing she wanted. So I asked her if there was anything she needed. She said "food". This makes me sad. I've been there. Things have been rough for her since she left my father several years ago. Her life has been a total mess ever since then. I

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-29678360616893783522010-12-10T00:43:00.000-05:002010-12-10T00:43:07.137-05:00

I got my snap pilers in the mail today! AWESOME!! They're having a special right now, so I was able to convince GW I needed them, and he let me get some. I loooove them! Instead of making Snappi tabs for the most recent diaper, I just put a single snap on them, it looks so cute! I'd show you, but, Alex is wearing it right now. I also put some snaps on 2 other fitteds (my upcycles, not yet

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-79625618819939683882010-12-07T22:52:00.002-05:002010-12-07T23:15:28.525-05:00

WOOHOO! My experimental diaper is a success! I just need to add Snappi tabs, but I am soooo not waking Bibbit up for sizing... I have also been reading about baby-led weaning (BLW). I'm not in any way ready to wean Alex, but he started refusing anything pureed. But he still wants our food. So I decided to give it a whirl. He loves to play with the food... Mostly. He gets angry pretty fast if

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-78271353406617394472010-12-03T13:49:00.000-05:002010-12-03T13:49:07.708-05:00

Sunday: There's a tinge of soreness in my throat, and it looks a tad red. That won't stop me from trying to stay up until RnG goes on sale at 1! (fail: I fell asleep and woke up at 3. RnG's website was overloaded, and it took AN HOUR to get my order through. Monday: I can feel it getting worse. The tickle has turned into a cough. Time to bomb myself with vitamins, orange juice, and pickles. No

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-48922498136490505612010-11-23T18:04:00.000-05:002010-11-23T18:04:41.307-05:00

Is a Silhouette...Well, not All, but I think one would come in handy. I mentioned having one a while back to GW. He wanted some more info (as always). First things first: price. And of course, I got shot down immediately. Then: what would I use it for anyway? Answer: EVERYTHING!!! ANYTHING!!! YES!!! He didn't like that much, either. I think he's having visions of me sticking fancy letters on

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-39209944761200993612010-11-22T01:22:00.000-05:002010-11-22T01:22:02.336-05:00

Waiting on diapers to finish washing. Listening to Jack scratch like a mad cat at the door. My kittehs have full moon madness. Paris has been spending most of her time staring at the corner of the bathroom downstairs for no apparent reason. I picked her up to give her some love, and try to reassure her that all was right with the world, and she started to growl. Hella is hissing at EVERYTHING.

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-17817283409730009712010-11-18T02:01:00.000-05:002010-11-18T02:01:35.644-05:00

I'm guessing the answer is a big fat NO. Alex's swallow study didn't go too well. He hated the stuff, even though he was absolutely starving. He drank less than 2 ounces of it. So of course, they didn't see any reflux going on. The doctor was a jackass, even after someone told him that GW is their IT guy, and to tone it down a little. The guy completely ignored me as if I was invisible. (I was

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-29422629204298008142010-11-09T23:20:00.001-05:002010-11-09T23:23:17.461-05:00

After catching hell from my Aunt Kay... "You NEVER write anything about TJ!" Here it is, a post all about him. TJ has some issues. He's got ADHD, and he's freakin' brilliant. However, these weren't the issues he started with. He cried constantly as a baby. After many tests, it was concluded that they didn't know what was wrong with him. He had a very rare case of true colic. Supposedly. Now that

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-22920457519435542442010-11-09T15:09:00.000-05:002010-11-09T15:09:55.950-05:00

Nasty-ass-itin failed. Sanitizing my dipes FAILED. Then, this weekend... I gave up. Screw this, I said, and slathered the kiddo from head to toe in EVCO and olive oil, for some severe dry skin patches he was getting. I'd been reading posts that suggested using it to get rid of yeast, but I scoffed. That could never work, right? I was wrong (again). The rash started clearing up. I kept putting

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-33521992480226451502010-11-05T20:02:00.000-04:002010-11-05T20:02:05.074-04:00

So, we had a really frustrating day. I woke, gave Alex his Zantac. He promptly barfed it all over the place. And continued to barf all damn day. I'm not talking a little bit of spit up. Barf. Projectile-style. It only got worse when I stepped in some I had missed. (Oh, yeah, it's all up in the bedroom carpet :P) So, the Zantac is officially NOT WORKING anymore. He was fussy and pissy all day.

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-47938006863819864142010-10-31T22:43:00.000-04:002010-10-31T22:43:03.609-04:00

 Yet another atomic photobomb! Here goes... From beginning to now, and what I did wrong... My first diaper... I thought after seeing all the cute WAHM's dipes that it would be fairly easy to make a serviceable diaper myself. (haha!) I decided to start with a hidden PUL pocket. (Cue laughter, for those who know.) I traced the pattern I wanted to use, pinned (ow! ow ow ow! fingers!) and then cut

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-86394806017076940632010-10-28T22:51:00.000-04:002010-10-28T22:51:28.600-04:00

I was sewing a diaper. (No big surprise there) Was. I hate my machine with a passion. I stopped sewing last night, and everything was great. I hadn't screwed anything up, and Miss Priss didn't eat anything. Go team! I decided to leave the top-stitching & elastic for another time. So I thought maybe our little tiff was over. I was wrong. As soon as I started to sew, she started being a bitch. I

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-24677097869548766862010-10-24T17:15:00.001-04:002010-11-02T19:44:20.316-04:00

Alex has been begging at the table for well over a month now, so we thought we'd give some "real food" a try. I know it's a little earlier than the general crunchy recommendations, him being about 4.5 months. The only readiness cue he didn't have was being able to sit totally unassisted. (He can, but only for a few seconds.) His head control has been advanced since he was born, and he no longer

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-73732017272560236442010-10-23T00:48:00.000-04:002010-10-23T00:48:19.606-04:00

I think I'm among the many who are disappointed with BabyCenter's decision to take the blogs off the sidebar. I have found most of the mommy blogs I follow through there, and I sure do miss it! I wanted to say thanks to those who have found my blog, and who are following. I'm supposed to be doing something productive right now. I've sewed 2 pairs of Halloween-themed babylegs... Ummm. Yeah. Lame

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-26935447417263388242010-10-22T00:01:00.000-04:002010-10-22T00:01:27.048-04:00

If you're on Facebook, and you love boobies (specifically, babies on boobies) then you should JOIN THIS GROUP! Just sayin'. I chose to upload this picture, but I didn't caption it. I just didn't know what to write. What could say more than the photo already shows? In other news, we had a visit to the "vet" (What GW calls the Dr's :P). We couldn't see Dr E, she's out caring for her mother, who is

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-32374795924588279522010-10-13T14:46:00.000-04:002010-10-13T14:46:14.766-04:00

I AM SO THERE! (if we can get a sitter... Sisterface maybe?)

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-3171419728080315072010-10-12T00:30:00.000-04:002010-10-12T00:30:01.513-04:00

Is taking up my time, and so, I haven't written anything with substance for a while. I'm trying to perfect my diaper making, and it's slow going. I made The Cutest Diaper Ever, only to find after testing it out that it wicks, which was a huge mental setback for me. So I bought some fleece to line the diapers with. Get it home, and I find it's the wrong kind of fleece. It repels. I wanted the 

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-52599270984440968332010-09-28T02:15:00.001-04:002010-09-28T11:39:42.052-04:00

I'm blogging this as an entry... I think the addition of snaps would be freakin' awesome! I'm tired of making fitteds. :P KAMsnaps.com has the best stuff... See The Details Here! I'm dying for some Ooga Booga snaps to go with the PUL I bought. Aqua Oogas Oh, and some pliers to put them on, too. Oh, and some black snaps. And some star shaped or maybe troll snaps. And snaps with kittehs on them.

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-72741999320321920712010-09-26T02:02:00.000-04:002010-09-26T02:02:14.086-04:00

I am a wife. How it all went down was... I called Heather to find out when Eric was getting out of work, since they'd be our signing witnesses. Eric got out at 5, so it'd have to be after that... So, we called our Reverend (heh hehe, riiiight... he really is, we just think it's funny) around 2-ish to see when he & his wife (she's a notary public) would be available. We settled on 6-ish. Ian &

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-30152950087502137512010-09-25T03:18:00.000-04:002010-09-25T03:18:50.887-04:00

I'm getting married! For real! At least, the legal stuff will get taken care of. /sigh of relief More later. Maybe. I've been trying to build up my "stash" of cloth, which includes making some, which is why I haven't posted. We went out tonight, and I do hope Holly doesn't feel like I expect her to. She had a lot too much to drink. Usually, she babysits me, but no, this time I had to snatch her

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-62022647983278321262010-09-16T01:13:00.000-04:002010-09-16T01:13:38.453-04:00

Yeah, I've been stalking it on the USPS tracking. So it should be here tomorrow, and I'll get to see if it works for me. Which is good. This is the one I *finally* chose. I also have a plain black satin over-bust corset which I got at our semi-local "naughty shop", if the floral doesn't work out... The black satin one has a zipper in the front, which will make breastfeeding a hell of a lot easier

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-45003624835690897332010-09-10T15:28:00.000-04:002010-09-10T15:28:54.625-04:00

I want to wear it NOW. Well, ok, I already put it on once and jumped around my kitchen in ecstasy. SQUEEE!!! I still haven't picked out a corset. Timeless Trends is trying to make my brain !!EXPLODE!!. I seriously want just about every single corset on their site. They are not making this easy. Shame on them for providing such awesomeness. And then I'm wondering if I should just give up and wear

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-78388316676145851082010-09-06T01:25:00.000-04:002010-09-06T01:25:46.126-04:00

My mom came to my house with my sister and our friend Shannon. Shannon's having a problem in her bedroom. Well, it wasn't just her problem, everyone who's gone in there has said it feels creepy lately. Her mother had stayed there to house-sit for her while she was doing something for the Coast Guard (training?) and had to go to the West Coast... Her mom ended up sleeping on the couch, because the

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-51671486017274531652010-09-05T01:00:00.000-04:002010-09-05T01:00:19.061-04:00

After several convo's with the peeps at MTcoffinzUnderground, I'm getting my skirt in time! I'm totally psyched about this! Even though I still need to find a top to go with it, it's a ginormous weight off my mind. His GW recieved his ring in the mail today, too! I love it, it's a pretty good match for mine. We looked at a ton of them before deciding which one would look the best. It kind of

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-89775252312793636262010-09-03T23:45:00.000-04:002010-09-03T23:45:20.138-04:00

I'm totally stressed out about this whole wedding thing. My family & friends are going nuts... They want a huge thing, and they want it in a couple of weeks. The list of things people want to do is INSANE. Ain't gonna happen. Soooo... I'm taking a showerbath. By my dang self. No Alex. (he's sleeping anyway) I'm putting off the diapers until tomorrow. I am creating a chem-free spa experience. I

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-87444452567264417492010-09-03T01:17:00.000-04:002010-09-03T01:17:27.671-04:00

I was all excited that I'd have a year to prepare our wedding, and it would be fabulous. Well... No dice. I need to get married yesterday. How this happened was: I no longer qualify for state heath insurance, with GW's income. So, we thought it would be a simple matter to just add me & TJ to his insurance (Alex is already on it). Then we find out that he can't do that unless were're married. They

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-77456750530136291762010-08-31T00:44:00.003-04:002010-08-31T00:53:32.587-04:00

As an impulse purchase, I picked up Martha Stewart's Halloween Handbook... Something about those colored contacts she's wearing on the cover just made me have to have it. Oh. My. Gods. I had joygasms reading through it, while I'm sitting here waiting for my diapers to wash. Seriously. I always love Martha's Halloween issues, and this one is fab. So many great ideas... /le sigh... I'm excited

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-70059343202161314902010-08-27T09:30:00.001-04:002010-11-11T23:26:39.952-05:00

As in, the cloth diapers... As a little FYI, Alex has a tiny waist, and chubby legs. Well, more muscle than chub, but that's irrelevant. He's also a heavy wetter, day or night. So here goes... I put pictures of the colors I recieved. Ones that are definitely going back: Thirsties Duo in Ocean Blue Thirsties Duo: Hate. The legs are too tight, the waist is too big, and they leave red marks on

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-88601672923202009702010-08-20T23:17:00.000-04:002010-08-20T23:17:58.000-04:00

I was reminded that today is H.P. Lovecraft's birthday. If he were alive, he'd be... drum roll please... 120. That's pretty old. Yikes. Anyway, I just finished reading a bunch of his stories. I especially enjoy the ones from his dream cycle- the imagery is beautiful, to say the least. Although I do not like scary books, I like his stories, because they're not scary... Even though you often find

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-69866311969369773102010-08-20T20:47:00.000-04:002010-08-20T20:47:44.633-04:00

GW & I have an open communication policy. As in, when our exes and/or former lovers communicate with us, we're open about it. The science behind this is if we're telling, we're not hiding anything. And sometimes, the crazy stuff they do is amusing. So, a couple of weeks ago, I got a random text ("Is this still your number?") that turned out to be from Mr. Wonderful, who I haven't heard from in,

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-24018662485393169762010-08-18T14:34:00.001-04:002010-08-24T21:17:40.199-04:00

In honor of Andariel's death- yep that's right, she's finally toast, we can celebrate now!- I'm sharing a favorite recipe of mine. How that came about was... Her squashing was a family event. Jack chased her down the stairs Monday night while I was giving Alex a bath. GW looked to see what he was torturing, and said "WOW! That's a huge spider!" Hands full of naked, wet, shrieking, squirmy baby, I

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-5899055501087773612010-08-17T00:35:00.000-04:002010-08-17T00:35:11.932-04:00

I ordered a sampler pack from Jillian's Drawers on Friday night, and got them today. I was so confused and overwhelmed by all the choices, so this was perfect for us! But...This is how the mail person left them... At first, I was infuriated. Then I was amused, and decided it was worth a photo. At least others can laugh too. I'm excited to try out all of them, and we actually did use a couple

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-1618616935744740402010-08-13T11:46:00.000-04:002010-08-13T11:46:29.511-04:00

I'm posting this by request for my online friend, Pam, who writes the blog Natural Birth For Normal Women. She's great, really, and is one of the GO's for my VBAC support group. I posted this on the the board on 8.2.10. We just got back from Alex's Dr's appointment. We had had questions about his breathing- it was raspy at the hospital, and they said it was normal, and it'd go away in a week or

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-26004193744233906072010-08-11T15:59:00.000-04:002010-08-11T15:59:33.402-04:00

New layout, enhanced readability, and COLORS!!! I FRIKKIN' LOVE COLORS! eh hem.. sorry... I was just a little over-excited. What I meant was, I love some colors, with black. Must have black. I've been looking through the fancy pre-made templates, and really can't find one I just love and OMG's! have to have, so meh, here's a starting point.

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-91493804229498340812010-08-10T23:23:00.001-04:002010-08-10T23:25:07.223-04:00

Now in his eighth week of life outside, Alex is going through a growth spurt... again. His routine is: OM NOM MOM!!, poop, sleep. Rinse & repeat, ad infinitum... While this sounds awesome, it's not. OM NOM MOM!! takes fooor-eeev-eeer... He's still lazy at the boob. Poop is actually not so bad. This is when he's happiest. Go figure. I get the best smile pictures when he's pooping. The sleep

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-76554139915774312712010-08-08T15:51:00.000-04:002010-08-08T15:51:55.762-04:00

I am soooo late posting this, it's disgusting. Anyway. GFAK 2010 Goth Fly A Kite is an annual event held by... Us. Us goths. It takes place on a given Saturday in June, at Fort Williams park, in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. It started as a "Hey, let's get all gothy and go fly kites!" And it grew... This year, attendance was over 200 people. I don't have the actual figures, but it was huge... Another

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-43225563297194222952010-08-06T13:33:00.000-04:002010-08-06T13:33:52.723-04:00

I'm famous! Or, at least, my boobs are! :D GW informed me that one of his co-workers wanted to put a picture of me feeding Alex up in the hospital lobby. I said sure, which one? It was this one: She said it was "just beautiful". She especially liked my nail polish. It was taken (by me) not more than an hour after Alex was born. I was still in the L&D room, it was during our first BF session.

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-65290172631925274612010-08-04T22:46:00.001-04:002010-08-04T22:49:11.878-04:00

I got this in my email, and wanted to share with everyone! I got the black one (of course!) Hi Kitti, This week (August 1st - 7th) is World Breastfeeding Week and we wanted to show our support for breastfeeding so we are running a promotion where you can get any of our nursing covers (regular price $32) free! The code is "Breastfeeding". If you're not currently nursing, this is your chance to

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-33921005195465057882010-08-02T01:27:00.001-04:002010-08-02T01:30:08.948-04:00

So, my sister and I were chatting on Facebook- I posted this picture before she left to go see her not-boyfriend.... After she got there, I'm guessing they went to a mall or something... Because I got this text... "i promise i didnt go in but how rediculas is that??" Included was this picture... And I agree...  "rediculas".She may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but I love her anyway.

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-75235853630147795262010-07-30T13:53:00.000-04:002010-07-30T13:53:16.951-04:00

I think my declaration of war may have scared that horrible spider off. I haven't seen her, or been bitten. Maybe she decided that I taste gross. I hope so. I think Alex is going through another growth spurt. His sleep schedule is all messed up. All he wants to do is eat, but then he gets too much, and pukes it up everywhere. It's such a discouraging waste of milk, but he doesn't want to stop

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-84159758156199270832010-07-25T23:30:00.002-04:002010-07-26T00:23:36.094-04:00

Not really. Just supposed to be... So, after I was saying I didn't mind my eight-legged house guests... I woke up yesterday morning to a huge, hairy, fangy spider crawling up my arm. I shrieked, and flung it... Somewhere.  I was only half awake. They bite. I kill that particular kind of spider when I come across one in the house, because they bite. I've been bitten by them before, and it sucked.

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-50504250285492051052010-07-23T21:15:00.002-04:002010-07-23T21:17:55.017-04:00

I HATE mosquitoes. I'm severely allergic to their bites. And for some reason, for the past few days, there are a shitton of them in my house. Biting only me. Why is this??? How did the fkkers get in? Why are my spiders failing to catch them? Usually, I'm quite pleased with my house spiders. They take take of flies, skeeters, ants, and such like that are bothersome to me. I don't mind them at all

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-71664920673444262582010-07-22T23:07:00.000-04:002010-07-22T23:07:49.455-04:00

Is this too much to ask? I mean, really... When I don't want to, he's up. Now, he's contentedly asleep after fussing all through me trying to eat my only real meal of the day. Nursing + eating = not recommended. I got Catalina dressing in his ear. Yup. Right in the ear. /facepalm. I'm terrible at doing two things at once. And I'm a messy eater. That's why Paris loves me sooo much. She knows I'll

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-29987945707087596002010-07-21T12:27:00.000-04:002010-07-21T12:27:13.582-04:00

Yesterday sucked worse than I had anticipated. I woke up to a pain on the top of my ear. Then, I heard the distinct buzz of a mosquito. A mosquito BIT ME ON THE EAR! WTF! What kind of idiot mosquito bites you on the ear??? I spent about ten minutes, trying not to wake Alex, and kill the mosquito. It bit me on the back. It landed on Alex's head. Where I slapped it (and killed it) but it woke Alex

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-5964396718858188322010-07-20T00:51:00.000-04:002010-07-20T00:51:56.861-04:00

I'm not sure why I feel like this... Just bllllaaahhhh... I woke up early this morning to an attack of what GW & I affectionately call " the squirrels"... i.e., IBS. Not nearly as cute as this little guy who raids our bird feeder. It feels like I have about ten of them running around in my guts and chewing me from the inside out. It was bad. I even threw up. Thankfully, GW also wasn't feeling

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-52314971367459495052010-07-12T21:09:00.002-04:002010-07-12T21:43:53.895-04:00

I've always thought this was one piece of advice that was utterly useless. When TJ was awake, he was either screaming, or feeding, or getting a diaper change. When Alex is awake, he's fairly content... As long as he's within touching distance of me, or he's busy eating (he spends most of his waking time attached to my boobs), or again, he's being changed. So who does the laundry for me? When do I

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-85513289498383752312010-07-09T23:17:00.004-04:002010-07-09T23:52:44.767-04:00

This is one of my favorite pictures so far...Obviously, we were still in the hospital. GW took this while Alex was content to sleep. His conehead was already mostly gone.

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-43763239275989065822010-07-06T11:34:00.008-04:002010-07-09T23:13:24.599-04:00

This is about my cats & my dog, so if I refer to them, you know who I'm talking about. If you care about that sort of thing. Here goes...Jack... Black Jack The Undead Pirate Samurai Cat...Jack was the product of a love-fest between one of my (former) neighbor's blue-ribbon Siamese and my common housecat, Arwen. Arwen went into heat, and slipped out the door. She was only in the shed, and we knew

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-51078266745420097902010-07-05T21:50:00.003-04:002010-07-06T11:34:00.095-04:00

ALREADY??? How did that happen? Oh, right time. I hate it.We just got back yesterday from our first long trip. We drove about 5 hours to my Aunt Kay's, so we could see the best fireworks. I'm firmly convinced that Eastport has the best fireworks in Maine. Especially since Portland's was effed up and all caught on fire again this year. They need to hire a different company.The four worst things

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-36485416379520650122010-06-28T12:07:00.002-04:002010-06-28T21:58:40.068-04:00

There really isn't much to tell, the difference between vaginal and Cesarean recovery is like a moonless midnight in the deepest forest and high-noon in the desert.I was up and walking around in no time at all. As exhausted as I was, I took a shower after, which I desperately needed, being covered in blood and sweat and the gods know what else. It felt great to be clean and pain-free. They had

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-66355239394003952602010-06-27T01:11:00.007-04:002011-01-20T16:19:43.872-05:00

I went to the hospital the morning of Saturday June 12th, because after timing my contractions for a while, some of them were as close as 2 minutes apart. We dropped off TJ at my mom's, and were hoping to have Alex that day. Didn't happen... But we did get to let Panda hang out in the Panda Warmer. When we got there (it was around 9:30-10-ish), and they checked me, I was at a 2. Really

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-22958175851797923372010-06-12T05:32:00.002-04:002010-06-12T05:46:17.469-04:00

I have not been to sleep yet after going out dancing. Every time I lay down, I get a KILLER contraction, and NEED to get up. After having a series of them that were fucking 2 minutes apart! and OMG!!! PAIN!!!, I checked myself again. HOLY SHIT! I can feel the amniotic sac! So, enough messing around with my cervix for a while. I do not want to break my water accidentally. But this really hurts. I

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-3488963096881683022010-06-12T05:29:00.001-04:002010-06-12T05:32:23.104-04:00

The last time I checked myself was early Friday morning, because my contractions hadn't let up through the night, and I had some big ones that woke me up. (The OB's said it was ok to do self-checks up until my water broke.) There was still no change at ALL. So I was really disappointed.I kept having the same kind of contractions all day Friday, but I refused to give in to the urge to see if

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-58496713543121663592010-06-11T10:30:00.003-04:002010-06-11T10:36:21.157-04:00

So... Alex isn't here yet, and I'm STILL "showing" and having contractions that are 6-10 minutes apart this morning, without any cervical changes. Some of them woke me up, and they really hurt. I took some Tylenol around 6 am and went back to bed, but now I guess I should stay up for the day. I feel like this is going to last forever, and he's never coming out. I feel rather defeated mentally,

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-39481251459802558702010-06-11T09:56:00.003-04:002010-06-11T10:35:48.705-04:00

I'd been having bloody show all night, and called my mom at about 6:30 am on Thursday, because at that point, I wasn't quite sure what to do. She said I should go in "for a real check", since there was blood. Lady, I know what I'm doing! I know how to check myself, and I hadn't made any progress all night since I started having show.Then she informed me that this happened with my older brother-

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-85043767098849399682010-06-10T01:05:00.002-04:002010-06-10T01:19:44.979-04:00

I've been having contractions since about 5 pm (Wednesday). They were miserable all through the time I was making dinner, (chicken tacos) and honestly, the smell made me think I might puke at any second. Needless to say, I did not eat with the boys, but, I sat at the table with them anyway. Later, I felt a little better, so I made myself a modified quesadilla out of the leftovers. I ate one small

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-37802914355563351122010-06-06T18:20:00.002-04:002010-06-06T19:22:30.864-04:00

As of now, I'm 40 weeks and six days, according to my LMP. "Overdue". Since TJ came at 37 weeks, this waiting is killing me. And, all this week, Dr. M is on vacation. He didn't expect me to be pregnant this long, and well, neither did I. Everything has gone well, except for early on, when I had BP issues. They resolved, and I no longer need medication for it. I was having contractions that were

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-73609019141898379392010-06-06T17:56:00.002-04:002010-06-06T18:20:55.003-04:00

My fears about seeing Dr. M were completely groundless. I thought I was going to have a freak-out, but I didn't. He has a sort of calming aura that's hard to describe. And, I suppose it doesn't hurt that he's slightly effeminate.Dr. M's married, and they have three small children. When he was starting medical school, his wife became pregnant for the first time. That was what made him decide he

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-37312390437744990882010-06-06T17:25:00.003-04:002010-06-06T17:56:02.695-04:00

We tried not to be excited as we went to the viability ultrasound. We really did expect the worst, even as we hoped for the best. After all, 5 pregnancies and 4 of them miscarriages isn't really good odds for a successful pregnancy.We were both holding our breath, and holding hands, until a little fluttering white speck appeared on the screen. "That's the heartbeat!" the tech announced. "It looks

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-45832885846033596872010-06-05T22:20:00.001-04:002010-06-06T17:25:13.471-04:00

Since we were told not to get pregnant, and I was not allowed to go back on birth control as it would mess up any test results, we resorted to condoms.I hate them. They smell, they're messy, inconvenient, and, for me, they also trigger UTI's. Not very pleasant. But we used them anyway, because there wasn't any other choice.On August 22, 2009, I went to see the Dr at our family practice for a test

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-1372689854341746732010-06-05T21:13:00.003-04:002010-06-05T22:20:21.502-04:00

Last April, we were told we were pregnant. (I'd had another miscarriage a couple of years before with GW, but we really weren't prepared for a pregnancy at the time anyway.) We were so excited, as this was only the 2nd cycle we'd been offically "trying". It was a little sooner than we'd anticipated success, but there it was. I had told GW about my past miscarriages, and I was quite frankly,

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-26389902728764014172010-06-05T17:35:00.003-04:002010-06-10T01:17:21.330-04:00

I moved out of my parent's house into an apartment with D-Bag in August of 2000. I paid the security deposit- all of it. First, last, and an additional month's rent. It cleaned out my savings completely. By December, I was a basket case.D-Bag was even more controlling, and even if I could have gotten a job, he forbid me to have one. He was emotionally and physically abusive. I drank heavily, and

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-8367352706571820822010-06-05T16:45:00.004-04:002010-06-05T17:35:51.873-04:00

The first week went off just as badly as I thought it would. TJ had decided to be one of those babies that just cries all the time for no reason. "Colic". The only thing that would stop him from crying would be for me to walk around holding him. I was not supposed to be doing this, but I really had no choice- it was either walk, or go insane from listening to a constantly screaming baby. This

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-70853705878475026072010-06-02T13:46:00.004-04:002010-06-05T13:20:39.420-04:00

It was Friday, May 21st. I had been discharged from the hospital at about 10:00 am.I came back to my parent's house to find that they had made extensive arrangements to accommodate my new disability. My little sister had been ejected from her room, and it had been made into a nursery/bedroom for me & TJ.There were two twin beds, with the cradle and a nightstand between them. My mother had put a

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-83718042623745644702010-05-31T02:16:00.002-04:002010-06-02T13:46:40.288-04:00

I could sum up my recovery in one word. Hell. But, I'll give some details. You're welcome.I awoke (and I use this term loosely) to a nurse shaking me. Before I was even able to process the words that were coming out of her mouth, I was aware that I was in an excessive amount of pain. It took all of my concentration to not just start screaming.She was telling me that I needed to feed my baby. NOW.

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-39257325588129765912010-05-31T01:26:00.003-04:002011-01-28T23:00:59.899-05:00

My ECV, unsuccessful, took place on Friday, May 14th, 1999. I had just gotten all my Junior finals in, after making my teachers give them to me early. I had a feeling. It's hard to explain, but I knew TJ was coming well before his due date, and I didn't want anything undone. Some of my teachers were very unhappy about this, but, being the person I am, I pushed and got my way. Sunday night, D-Bag

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-39467736737442655372010-05-30T11:40:00.003-04:002010-05-31T01:26:45.295-04:00

I choose to go to the Catholic hospital for my care- they had a midwife group. I loved them. Things didn't go quite the way I wanted right from the very beginning.I was sick. Horribly ill. Morning sickness- it was a lie. I vomited after every meal, and at all times in between. Sometimes even in the middle of the night. It never seemed to let up.I gained weight like being fat was going out of

Kittihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07335704570065428738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3140317965305652331.post-42947682796334591302010-05-14T15:49:00.002-04:002010-05-30T11:40:19.072-04:00

I felt the need to write about having my first son. To get things out of the way, so to speak. I'm expecting his brother any day now, and I have nightmares that I'll end up the same way. I know it's not possible, but still, it scares the piss out of me.To begin, I have to go back to 1998, before I met TJ's father. I was with someone much older than myself, and by the way of a failed condom, I got

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