Rewind…. 11/17/05. More Milky!

TO: Jenny
From: Emily
Date: 11/17/2005
Subj: More Milky!

Hello my cousin!!!

Guess what happened last night. Ok, it’s not going to seem nearly as traumatic today as it did last night, but here goes. Kate and I went to Bob Evan’s with my grandparents, and Kate fell asleep on the way home.

When we got home, she woke up, and I went about my business putting her in her jammies and making her bottle and stuff (yes, I know she is 19 months old but she still takes a bottle at bedtime!). We were out of whole milk, and we only had a little skim. So anyway, I made her bottle with skim milk, and we went upstairs to rock and for her to drink her bottle. Lately one bottle is not enough (we never got any bigger ones), so after she drained the first bottle, she said “More milky, Mommy” and we went downstairs for another bottle, this time finishing off the remaining milk.

She said the same thing after the second bottle, but there was no more milk to be had, so we said our prayers and I put her in her bed. She FLIPPED out. Screaming, all kinds of stuff. It was awful. So I went up and got her and tried to rock her, but she was screaming for more milk. Snot and tears everywhere… awful. Andy was still out, and I couldn’t get a hold of him on the cell phone. So eventually, I had to pack her up in her car seat – it was snowing, I might add – and go to the Sunoco to get milk… getting her in and out of her car seat while she was screaming, all the while being sure that I was pretty much the most awful mother in history. So anyway, we got home and she drank two more bottles and finally went to sleep. As I suggested, this story doesn’t sound nearly as traumatic for me or Kate the morning after, but it really felt terrible at the time!!

To: Emily
From: Jenny
Date: 11/17/2005
Re: More Milky!

Cousin,
I assure you, it sounds EXTREMELY TRAUMATIC!!!!!!! Poor you!!

TO: Jenny
From: Emily
Date: 11/17/2005
Re: More Milky!

LOL, yes, it was pretty awful!

What I kept thinking, though, as I rocked her while she was drinking the milk we went out to get, was how awful it had been to hear her cry for milk that we didn’t have… and how lucky we were that the only thing preventing us from getting more milk was just that I didn’t want to get her out in the cold. We had a place to get milk and the means to do so… it made me consider how much worse it would have been if we just couldn’t have gotten “more milky.” So much to be thankful for.


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Calling All Harry Potter Fans!

I have a confession to make and I’m not sure how I feel about admitting this to the general public, but here goes.

I have only read the first four Harry Potter books.

I can hear all of you shrieking “You WHAT??” right now. It’s sad but true. (I’m not going to tell you how many Jenny’s read, but I’ll give you a hint – it starts with “z” and ends with “ero”).

I love books. The idea that zillions of kids line up at midnight to buy the latest book (as opposed to, say, the Wii or whatever that thing is called) gives me hope for the future. I am very ashamed of myself for not getting on the bandwagon as well.

I’ve been trying to figure out how I’m going to catch up with the rest of the world and get this book read… but I’m not sure how to go about it.

I vaguely remember the first four books. Should I start with number five (I couldn’t tell you what the title of any of them to save my life, so bear with me as I refer to them by number) or go back to number one? I don’t know.

So I’m leaving it up to all of you Harry Potter experts. The results of the poll below will determine my Harry Potter fate! Make sure you vote before Friday at midnight so I can start reading over the weekend… and leave a comment to tell me why you voted the way you did.

Do you have an idea that I didn’t think of? Let me know, and I’ll add it to the poll.

Thanks for helping me make this crucial decision!










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How should Emily prepare for the new Harry Potter book?


Read them all over again.

Listen to all the previous books on CD.

Pick up where she left off.. no need to re-read.

Pretend she’s in high school and watch the movies instead.




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My hero

Andy and I seem to wait til the last minute on really important things. For example, we completed our required pre-marital thingy exactly two weeks before the big day. I can still see the looks on the faces of the other couples when introductions were made, and I can hear the leader squeaking out “June 30th? Of this year?” So no one should have been surprised when I scheduled our childbirth class right around my 38th week of pregnancy.

The classes were pretty good, really, but I can only remember a few bits of the information we learned now. I do have a vivid picture in my mind of the moment Andy learned the meaning of the word “episiotomy,” though!

My favorite part was when all of us pregos had to get down on the floor (which is no easy feat) and pretend to be in labor so we could practice all the pain relieving techniques we could use if there was a catastrophe and the hospital ran out of drugs or something. One thing that the teacher told us was that the partner pressing on the mother’s hip during labor somehow eased the pain (don’t ask me how).

My husband was apparently really paying attention when the nurse demonstrated that technique.

Not long after that, I woke up in the middle of the night with a terrible charley horse. Like the charley horse to end all charley horses. I was in serious pain and I couldn’t do anything about it. You know that trick where you’re supposed to pull back your big toe to stretch out the muscle? Well I was hugely pregnant and couldn’t even reach my toe. And I certainly didn’t have the five minutes it would take to haul myself out of bed. So I tried to wake up Andy.

I was screaming “Andy! Help me! I have a charley horse!” But, after a few too many cold ones with the boys, he was out for the count. After what seemed like another hour, my yelling finally pulled him out of his slumber enough to help me.

So what does my knight in shining armor do to relieve my pain?

He pushed on my hip.

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