for the record, I'm 5' 7"

this morning I was lamenting to myself that I had nothing to say, yet I have a blog to update, so come up with something, and it better be good.

and then I remembered that I had to go pee in a cup and give blood for life insurance testing. surely something would occur there to write about.

and it did. and now I'm really mad.

the usual routine went like this: pee, get weight, get height, get blood pressure three times, get blood, see ya.

my routine went like this: pee, get weight, get height, no really get height, get blood pressure three times, get blood, for the love of god get my height, see ya.

here's the discrepancy. since turning 13 I have measured 5 feet and 7 inches. always dead on. never wavering no matter where I'm measured. until about 6 weeks ago when I measured 5 feet and 7 1/4 inches. cool. taller I can handle.

today's results: 5' 6 1/4"; 5' 6 1/4"; 5' 6"

seriously? shrinking? an inch in 6 weeks?!?!

the first two times I thought, this thing must be off. dad was measured here wednesday and also was surprised to hear himself almost an inch shorter than usual. but the third time a different person was brought in to reevaluate.

still not convinced.

so I promptly measured myself upon returning home. and in an attempt to prove to the world my true height, the following photo montage:

photo 1 next to the measuring tape

photo 2, not much better

this is getting funny

put a book on your head, that will help show where you measure up to. right...

okay, like as a kid, put a mark on the wall.

I don't know, that looks pretty close to the 7, right? I used two 60-inch measuring tapes, with this 7 coming off the second. that makes 5 feet and 7 inches. or pretty damn close to it.

now we just have to measure dad. and call the lab to tell them their chart's off and I'm not shrinking.

and I had to add this, because it's adorable.

a little about a lot

aka really, really, really overdue weekend update. so since I last corresponded with my reader(s), much has occurred: a trip to Ketchikan, Alaska, buses to daycare, parties, swim lessons and TWO DAYS OFF.

only two days you say? well, it's a start, and it was wonderful. in two weeks I return to school, full time, and will be busier than I can even conceive right now. and until then, I am mostly with both children, mopping up spit-up and singing the ABCs.

actually, we're not allowed to sing them right now. any time we start, hd will proclaim, "no ABCD, kay?" and when she sings it, it turns into the song that never ends. when she reaches the end with "now I know my ABCs", it becomes, "now I know my ABCDEFG..."

I know. adorable.

anyway, back to me.

I have exactly 4 days to myself before school begins, two of which have already passed. of course I had grand ideas of all the awesome things I would do, including many naps, clothes shopping, blogging...

and now all I see ahead are two more days where I don't have enough time to do all I want to do. the time passes faster when the kids are away. how's that fair? how am I supposed to get anything done?

but really, a proper weekend update should include weekend activities.

yesterday, we celebrated the 4th on top of the world at a friend's new penthouse apartment that is fabulous. it had all the things you would expect, but what really did it for me was the 70-foot-long balcony facing the river. it was gorgeous. and I would show you, if we had remembered the camera.

however, the real highlight of the evening were my amazingly behaved children. hd was up 4 hours past her bedtime and never whined, fussed, or tantrumed. she was pleasant, outgoing, cute, and binky-free the whole night. and little p, took a short nap and chilled the rest of the evening with anyone wanting to hold her.

it was great.

it will probably never happen again.

weekend update

I figure if I can at least wrap things up before beginning a new week, this blog will survive. though now that I've made this decision, I have nothing to say. nothing interesting at least.

although, little p shot poo at me yesterday, and again in the tub. both firsts for me. not bad, I think, considering she's my second child. glad I was able to laugh at it, too. during the poo in the tub, hd was in there, and kept repeating, "poop, poop, poop", and was very sad when she was removed from the scene. how I miss the days when poo was a fun and exciting experience.

hd is only going to daycare two days/week this month instead of three, so if pictures of clumps of my hair are all that show up here for a while, you know why.

Feeding woes

with my first child, hd, there were breastfeeding issues -- she clamped. I thought it was me, but no, her fault, only to be discovered when she popped out teeth. we supplemented to help her grow, and hoped the next kid would be fine.

enter little p. so far so good. no clamping, at least that interferes with supply. the kid is huge. however, rather than just deny the boob when full, she goes, "yeah, I want more of that action", and eagerly accepts boob #2. then 5 minutes later, contents of boob #2 are sprayed all over mommy, couch, and boob #2. thankfully, this occurred pre-shower but come on -- JUST SAY NO.

didn't think I'd have to say that to a 10-week-old.