Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Yucky Times

You know when you're feeding a newborn and you hear the blowout?

You know you can't change them RIGHT THEN and THERE because they're still in the middle of eating.

And then...you know that horrible feeling when your hand that cradles their backside starts to get slightly wet and you realize you'll be doing laundry shortly?



That happened to us today...4 times.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Where We Started, (Part 3 of 3)


Dating the boy was a lesson in patience. Because he went slow. Painfully slow. And nothing felt official. Did he really like me? Were we seriously doing this "dating" thing? I could never tell.

We'd been seeing each other for 3 months. And by the end of the 3rd month he'd held my hand...twice.

I was giddy over that alone.

I was also melting because standing in front of me almost every weekend evening was the most amazing, strong, handsome boy and the boy would not kiss me.

We were close friends by now. Maybe this was all just a platonic thing for him. And maybe I could be in a relationship without physical affection. Maybe.

Thankfully, the evening did come. A beautiful, warm evening with tons of stars and music playing in my head. He had taken my hands, pulled me close, leaned down and kissed me. It was sweet and perfect and thrilling and everything I had been dreaming about for months. And then I turned around and walked straight into a door. It was that good.

Fortunately he didn't see that part.

At last we'd kissed! And life was sunshine and lollypops and happy dances. And the next weekend couldn't come fast enough - where I was eagerly anticipating an encore of the previous date. And then to my complete astonishment... nothing happened! Zero kisses. No hand-holding. Zip.

Another month of dating followed. No kisses.

What the heck was wrong with this guy?!?!

So now it was obvious. He clearly didn't like kisses - or maybe just my kisses. But the problem was, I liked kissing. And I especially liked his kisses and I wanted more of them.

Finally one night I'd had enough. We were out walking around campus. He was talking, I was stewing. I wasn't taking this "slow" garbage anymore. This boy was going to kiss me, or I was calling the whole thing off.

That was when he looked at me and asked. "What do you feel like doing tonight?"

How to explain this? "I don't think you want to know."

"Come on. Tell me."

Would I dare? Could I be this bold? I had never done anything this forward in my life. But I was going to find out - once and for all - if the boy was serious about me. Taking a deep breath, I told him to close his eyes.

And then I pounced on him.

Apparently the move worked because within seconds of my kiss he grabbed me and started kissing me back.

We didn't leave that spot for a good hour.

I never had to initiate many kisses after that. They followed frequently...and abundantly. Turns out he was very serious.

We had started...us.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Where We Started, (Part 2 of 3)


After 1 year away from the immature boy, I moved back.

Back to the swim team room.

I was dreading seeing him. Would we repeat all the exhausting, obnoxious interactions we had gone through before? My initial hopes of him dropping team were dashed when I realized he'd been training all summer to break 2 school records. No matter how much I disliked him, I couldn't deny that the boy could swim. He was good. Very good.

But the moment the boy finally appeared in the room, everything changed. One year had transformed him into...something else. Gone was the lanky, thin boy. He was tall, broad shoulders, sharp face, strong arms and when he looked at me with clear green eyes and said, "Hey Rachael" in the nicest, deepest voice...

...everything changed...

But nothing happened. The fireworks had gone off, the light switch was flipped, bridges were mended. But nothing happened. I was kind of seeing someone else and I was pretty sure he was interested in another girl.

Nothing happened.

Except the boy and I started talking. A lot. We were swim team captains. So we had to talk, we had to plan, we had to spend time together. A comfortable friendship developed. Yes, he was amazingly good looking, but for years the boy had seen me in a swim cap, goggles with 5:00 AM breath. Love would never blossom under these conditions.

Towards the end of the year we went on 2 group dates together. 2 dates with A LOT of other people. And this other girl on the swim team really liked him. Plus I didn't want him to know that I was already in the habit of leaving my AP English class right when the bell rang so I could make it to hallway A before he crossed hallway B so we would pass each other. He smiled and said hello to me every time.

Sigh...

Graduation was weeks away. We lived on opposite sides of the city. Sure, we were both going to Brigham Young University - along with 24,998 other students - terrible odds when you want to "accidently" run into someone.

Turns out my stealth work and scheming was all for nothing. 3 weeks after graduation he called to ask me out.

Finally.

Friday, January 14, 2011

It's Too Early For This...

This morning over pancakes Our Sweetie looked up at me and asked,

"Mom, how did you and Daddy make the baby?"

Oh gee...

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Where We Started, (Part 1 of 3)


Once upon a time...

(Warning!! All fairy tales have rough starts)

In an old, run-down junior high school building...

There was a Graphic Arts class...

For 8th graders only...

I don't remember the first time I saw him. But I do remember when he became really annoying and obnoxious. He was mid-height, scrawny, lanky and mean. I was not impressed. I did not like this self-starter boy who teased me about my projects and ignored me when I tried to talk to him.

Fortunately Graphic Arts was only 1 semester, and the annoying boy was soon dismissed and forgotten.

One year later...

I'm sitting in the high school swim team room, anxiously hoping I can make the team. I'm nervous, a freshman, hopelessly insecure - and then I notice the annoying boy is sitting on the other side of the room. He's also trying to make the team.

Things went down-hill from there.

For 2 years I'm subjected to this boy on a swim team that would otherwise be rather enjoyable. Long bus trips to swim meets far away suddenly became a lesson in strategic placement - don't sit near the boy. An assistant coach pulls me aside to say the boy is only doing this because he likes me. Absolutely nuts. Before the year is out, I retaliate by throwing a pair of his swim trunks in the pool gutter and toss his most beloved Toronto Blue Jays hat out the door. It's obvious now the boy doesn't like me either.

Fortunately, I moved away. He stayed. And the boy was ancient history.

Friday, January 7, 2011

6 Weeks

It's been 6 Weeks since the Little Pirate arrived. 6 Weeks means a few things.

I can do this again...


And this...


And I'm 3 months closer to putting these back on...


6 Weeks has never looked so good.



Current instrumental work-out play list documented below. (Yes, I love Hans Zimmer) Do you have anything to add? Would love recommended songs.

Aggressive Expansion - Hans Zimmer (The Dark Knight)
And I Thought My Jokes Were Bad - Hans Zimmer (The Dark Knight)
Assets & Targets - John Powell (Bourne Ultimatum)
Chateau - Rob Dougan (Matrix Reloaded)
Furious Angels - Rob Dougan (Matrix Reloaded)
Go - Andy Hunter (The Italian Job) - perfect for a sunrise workout
He's a Pirate - Klaus Badelt (Pirates of the Carribean)
Mombasa - Hans Zimmer (Inception)
National Treasure Suite - Trevor Rabin
Time to Get Out - David Arnold (Quantum of Solace)
Training Montaine - Rocky IV
503 - Joshua Bell & Hans Zimmer (Angels and Demons)
Time - Hans Zimmer (Inception)