why i am considering a minivan

so i don’t want a minivan, for reasons which are neither mature or rational. for some reason i have let society and myself talk me actually OUT of wanting one, or making me think i shouldn’t want one to begin with.

reasons i don’t want one, with no offense meant to those who have one
-it makes me feel old
-it makes me feel less cool (like i am cool at all now ha!)
-i feel like they come with a free pair of mom jeans and applique vest
-i don’t like or fit in with the soccer mom image that they represent to me

reasons i should just suck it up:
-i can get ALL the features i want in the other car without the pricetag
-i will probably only have it for 6 years, in which time the other car i want will be TRASHED
-yes this car will be trashed too, but it’s a minivan and i don’t care about it so why not
-at the end of its probable 6 year run i will have kids that will be less likely to trash it
-caring what other people think about my car is dumb
-what car i drive doesn’t define me
-i can actually haul more than just me and chris and the babies around
-those that i know who have minivans don’t fit into the stereotype i’ve built at all, so it shouldn’t even really still bother me since i know those reasons aren’t true

reasons that i don’t want to suck it up
-i REALLY DO NOT WANT A MINIVAN

reasons why i probably will suck it up and get one
-i’ll have a long time to pick out the next car which will be ossim and well deserved after minivan hell
-i can doll it up with stickers that are HARDCORE (or maybe just some sort of funny stormtrooper family with the bows on it)
-i’m a grown up who needs a bigger car and this is a less expensive option for my family, which is the most important point

i think i may have, in one day, talked myself into a vehicle that i never thought i ever wanted.

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6 weeks today

when i realized it’d be almost 13 weeks since i posted – math made easy to do thanks to my last subject line – it was time to get some thoughts out. even if brief, i really do enjoy writing not just for my own edification but because i always hear from others when i do. i still read journals and blogs even if my comments are either brief or non-existent. the baby sometimes lets me type, sometimes does not. also, twitter and facebook are easier to use, let’s be honest. however, i really don’t like facebook, so i say what everyone does, which is that ‘i’ll try to post here more often’. i’ll try to make that NOT an empty promise.

6 weeks ago today, Zoe Josephine was born, 7lbs 14 oz, 20 inches long. she was born beautiful, screaming, and with all bits and parts where they should be. it was a wonderfully healing and fulfilling experience to be able to be mentally present for the birth of my child, for chris to be able to share it too, and to have her with us in our room. i cherish alex’s experiences even more now, and hers too. she’s my little bee and she’s already living up to her name.

pictures of her can be found here, but here’s my favorite:

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7 weeks and change

and then baby number 2 gets here. to say that went by fast is an understatement. granted i’ve not felt the best this time around, but i’m forcing my nesting instinct into gear, and trying to give husband some relief that he sorely needs. i took the last three days of this week off to get stuff done, and it’s working out great. i got another load of baby laundry put away (since i’ve been lucky enough to both have alex’s stuff from last time, and generous friends) and got the nursery from ‘room where anything remotely baby like was thrown in’ to ‘looking slightly shitty’. so that’s genuine progress. i’m feeling less like there’s a million things to do, and more like i can bring a few things downstairs, pack my own bag and buy a coming home outfit and we’ll be set.

we do need to figure out alex’s arrangements though, but we have a backup if we end up with no good options. and really there’s probably 1987489754 things i’m also forgetting. but hey. really all a baby needs is food (got it) diapers (plenty) and a car seat (all set) to get home from the hospital, so no stress.

other things are going great. i’ve been knitting up a storm, doing a little sewing, and playing SC2/WoW when i can (which isn’t a lot) — that’s ok, because all of those things won’t be seen for months once baby comes. gets me used to shifting gears.

alex is doing great. his vocabulary is insane, and he’s a little funny guy for sure. he’s sweet, but he has both husband AND my temper. we’re in so much trouble.

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i usually don’t write nastygrams…

my experience today at panera – i’ll let this letter i just sent them through their web site speak for itself. needless to say i am still pissed.

First off – shame on me for not complaining sooner. Today was the third time that this Panera has messed up my order, and the only thing I can promise is that it will be the last.

I know this is a busy location, but the general disregard for people is insulting and offputting. I’m a regular at another Panera so I know this isn’t a company problem.

Today I ordered an egg and four cheese souffle (at noon) which was really what I wanted. Being 7 months pregnant, and just having my braces adjusted, I can safely say it’s ALL I wanted. I asked when they were made, and was told “11am, but they’re fine because they’re on the warmer”. I ordered something additional as a just in case (thank goodness) and went to wait for my order. A woman who I can only assume was the manager rudely pushed past me to get to the counter, and started kindly assisting another customer — all with her back squarely in my face. No excuse me, no nothing. When my order was called and I said it was mine, she rudely pushed my bag in my face with barely a word.

When I returned to my office and cut open my egg souffle, it was some sort of spinach/pepper concoction – VERY different from the four cheese I had specifically requested. To say that I broke down in tears is not hyperbole. This was the straw that broke my back today – yes, I realize I am lucky to have these ‘problems’, but that is not the point here. It’s a summation of a lack of service in this location, and it’s systemic.

My kind husband returned the food to get me what I really wanted, but of course by the time he got back (which wasn’t really that long) they had tossed the remaining egg souffles, with no offer to make another one. Honestly? I don’t care how difficult it would be to make another one. If someone comes back to the store with one that YOU messed up, it is your obligation to make a new one. Although now I wonder if I was also served food that was well past it’s expiration time.

I was not bothered to be presented with my receipt (although my Panera card will show the transaction) and will not return to that location even if I was given all the gift certificates in the world. I’ll also make sure that anyone in my office who will listen knows this story.

Will I continue to go to other Paneras? That depends on the response to this complaint. I truly hope that you take this seriously, as while there is the chance that I am overly hormonal due to being pregnant, the experience I had was terrible from start to finish regardless of any emotional input on my part.

Edit: this was the Woodland Park/Sunrise Valley location in Herndon.

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funny things around the house

alex is quite a talker, and at 2 is outtalking many of the kids in his class. sure he’s small, but he’s quick witted. :P give and take, right?

so we’ve been trying to prepare him for the baby, and talking about that she’s coming, introducing him to the concept of siblings, a baby around the house, etc. we’ve asked him what he should do with the baby (we suggest things like love, kiss, hug) and the things he’s suggested just make me hysterical – although i try not to let him see me laugh, lest he think any of these suggestions are alright. except the ones that are, of course.

using his words:

  • hit the baby! (he raises his hand and pretends to hit me)
  • eat the baby! (he opens his mouth as wide as possible. occasionally he also mashes teeth)
  • feed the baby mulch (he’s done this to a girl at school once. he meant well, i think)
  • kiss the baby (man was i glad to hear this one)
  • show the baby tv
  • hug the baby

he then practices many of these on my leg. i think we’re in trouble.  he also knows this is hilarious — we were in the grocery the other day and he points to a man, and goes. “Momma, hit the man!” and when I said no he SCREAMED it at the top of his lungs. now THAT was awesome. er, i mean no! not nice. :P

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