Saturday, December 31, 2005

Inge

Inge gave me a pedicure and a manicure yesterday. I had the pleasure of spending two hours with this extremely interesting and very lively 63 year old German immigrant. Within 20 minutes of our meeting, she began telling me her life story, personal turmoils & triumphs, and hopes for the future. By nature, I am pretty private. So, it always amazes me when you meet someone that will share everything with you within just a few minutes of knowing you. I am always fascinated by other peoples lives... especially those that have a good story to tell. My life is pretty boring, which is a good thing. The more boring your life is, the better your life is. If you don't have a story to tell, then you should be thankful.

Inge was born in Neuremburg Germany. She lived with her mother and sister. Her mother told her that her father divorced her and didn't want to have anything to do with her. She used to watch her father in town from afar. She never got too close because her mother had warned her that he would kidnap her if she did. Her mother was a very selfish and unkind person. She had a very cold and lonely childhood. She married an American intelligence spy when she was 16 and moved to America when she was 18. She has lived in more states than I have visited. She has been married to 3 men... and divorced 3 times. She never had any children. Her husbands were awful people and she believes most men are evil. I couldn't even convince her that my own husband was a "nice guy". She said that I was too young to know any better. Her mother killed herself 2 years ago and since then she has found out that her mother kept many secrets from her. Her father did not leave her... she left him and he was denied the right to see her. He tried for years to have a relationship with his daughters... and Inge never knew it. Her mother told her that her father had no siblings or family members that she could get in touch with. She has since found out that her father had 7 siblings and that she has 80 living relatives on her fathers side, most still living in Germany. She has met 18 of them. She is glad her mother is dead. She was raised Catholic, but now is Baptist. She thinks Joel Olsteen is the holiest man in this country. She loves George Bush. She is a patriot. She believes in the war in Iraq. She is afraid of going places alone. She thinks Clinton is the trashiest of the trashiest. She would move back to Germany if Mrs. Clinton ever became president. When she was a hair stylist, she did Ivana Trump's hair. She said she was an awful woman. She did Margaret Thatcher's hair twice. She said that she was a true lady and a wonderful human being. She looks forward to retiring in 2007. She doesn't have much and has a had a life full of peril, but has an unbelievable faith in God and is grateful for her many blessings. She was recently reunited with an old boyfriend from 40 years ago who lives in Virginia. She plans to visit him soon, but will not sleep with him unless she knows his intentions are pure. She is too old to come down with some kind of STD. I didn't know that older people worried about STD's?... I don't think that I will ever forget Inge.

Housewife gets a day off! (Well, half a day...)

Yesterday, my mom and I went to a day spa and spent the morning getting pampered! We each had an hour long massage, pedicure, manicure, and a spa lunch. Just that hour long massage was so therapeutic. There is nothing more relaxing than laying on a warm bed-like table in a dim room listening to the sounds of a waterfall and relaxing music while someone works out all your kinks and knots for an entire hour. When you are done, you feel as if you have been drugged. The rest of the day, I was useless. It's like some kind of calming hormone was released into my body. I vow to try and do this every three months or so. I have had a few professional massages before, but this was the first since Carsten. Pre-Carsten, this was just a luxury. I mean, let's face it, life before kids was a walk in the park. Besides the time you are working, you can relax anytime that you want. Post-Carsten, this is a necessity. Finding time to relax is very difficult, if not impossible. So, a spa day, or even just a massage every once in a while, is a must! My next spa experience will way top this one, however. In April, Danyel and I are going to the Amalfi Coast in Italy... alone. We are staying at a five star hotel on top of a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean (this is an Edward Jones trip, of course). We have decided to pamper ourselves and have a couples massage at the spa in the hotel. They do massages in this open balcony atop the cliff. Can you imagine a more relaxing experience... getting a rub down in the warm Italian sun while listening to the breeze and the waves of the aqua blue ocean below crashing into the shore??!! I think not. This true paradise is awaiting me.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Poor little sick Bubby...


"Take me with you, Papa!"

Carsten opening his presents on Christmas Eve...




Christmas 2005

We had a wonderful Christmas this year! It's amazing how much more magical Christmas becomes again once you have little kiddies around! I was worried with all the hustle and bustle that Carsten would turn into a little scrooge, but he had such a great time. He was a little angel in Church on Christmas Eve. Then, we went to dinner and he was in such a great mood. Also, I learned at dinner that my son is crazy about fish. Who would of thunk it? Anyways, afterwards, we went to my mom's to open gifts. By this point, it was already 8:40 p.m. - well past his bedtime. Once we got there, I put on his pajamas figuring it wouldn't be long before he fell out. Boy, was I wrong. He had a great time tearing into all his gifts and playing with a few while the grown ups opened our gifts. At about 10:15 pm, I gave him a bottle and he conked out. He snored all the way home and didn't miss a beat when I moved him from the car to his bed. He was so tired! Christmas Day he opened all his gifts from us, took a nap, and then we went to my aunt's house for lunch / dinner. Halfway through our visit he got a little cranky, but come to find out he was running a fever. He ran 101 degree fever the rest of the evening and all day yesterday. Very strange... he had no symptoms of any type of illness - just a fever. Maybe it was from teething or maybe his body was just plum wore out from all the activity! Luckily, it was gone this morning. I hate to see him not feeling well, but I got to tell you... I do enjoy cuddling and loving on him when he is sick. It is the only time I can get him to sit still in my lap.

I hope you all had a VERY Merry Christmas! The holidays are always so hectic, but they are also always a lot of fun. I love the Christmas season and am always a little sad to see it go. I will miss listening to 'Sunny' in the car and their continuous around the clock Christmas carols, searching for the perfect gift for everyone on my list, all the Christmas parties, spending time with family that I don't see very often, getting Christmas cards in the mail every day, and all the eating!!! Oh well, there's always next year! In the meantime, I hope you all have a Happy and wonderful New Year!

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

The gift that keeps on giving...



Dearest Carsten,
You were born into this world a healthy baby. We were very blessed to be so fortunate. There are many others who are not. In the coming years, we look forward to watching you grow into a happy, loving, and generous person. In that spirit, we have donated $101 to St. Judes Children's Hospital in your honor. We hope that it gives another family a chance to watch their child grow up in the coming years as well. Merry First Christmas!
All our Love, Mom & Dad

Danyel and I are determined to not spoil Carsten with tons of toys. He has plenty and we know that after Christmas he will be on toy overload from his grandparents, uncles, and friends. For that reason, we didn't buy him too much, but I wanted to do something really special for his first Christmas. I thought that this was a really powerful gesture and this card/note will make a wonderful addition to his baby book. Our biggest hope is that he will be a kind, thoughtful, & giving person, so we thought that we should lead by example. Who knows... maybe this will become a Christmas tradition. What a wonderful way to teach him to be generous and mindful of those less fortunate!

Merry Christmas to you all! May we all remember during this season and throughout the year those who are struggling and have much less than we do.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

Carsten's First Sleepover

Last night, Danyel and I went out for date night. We left Carsten with my mom and thought it would be best to just let him spend the night there. Last time we went out, we went and picked him up and we just felt awful about waking him up. Then it took us almost 2 hours to get him back to sleep once we got home. Everything went peachy! He had such a good time with Grandma that I don't think he even noticed we were gone. He slept fine over there - just like as if he was home. I was kind of worried that he would get scared in the middle of the night and keep my mom up, but I was wrong. When we picked him up this morning he looked at us as if he had just realized that we weren't there the whole time... a little confused. Having an independent child is bitter sweet. It's nice that Carsten is not too clingy and too attached to me, but it would be nice to know that he misses me when I'm gone!

Danyel and I had a great night. We went out to eat at this little neighborhood Italian restaurant and had a bottle of wine, great food, capuccino, and dessert! It was just wonderful. Then, we went to the movies and saw "Walk the Line". It was a really great movie and I am not even a Cash fan. I highly recommend it. I did miss Carsten terribly though last night once we got home. I woke up every two hours... it was just weird not having him here. What did we ever do without him? It's funny, I don't remember being lost and miserable without him before he came along, but in hindsight, I just don't know how we survived without our Bubby to light our world.

Monday, December 12, 2005

Carsten's Visit to Santa


My mom and I took Carsten to see Santa on Friday. I don't think Carsten even looked at his face once. However, he was fascinated with the bells on his boots. It's a good thing he isn't old enough to really enjoy Santa because as you can see, Santa was not very happy. He looked very miserable and depressed. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in this poor man's head. No "Ho-Ho-Ho" or really even talking to any of the children. He just sat there staring at the camera like he was mentally removing himself from the situation. All while a new kid was being plopped on his lap every 60 seconds or so. Oh well. Maybe he was just missing Mrs. Claus.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Correction from previous blog...

Pookie has requested that I correct what I said about him being an "ungrateful b@#$%$d" from my blog. Pookie is not an ungrateful you-know-what. He is my loving husband who was just craving some chinese food. That's all. Please note that I was persuaded and coerced into making this post.

Housewife in need of a personal day!

Today is a "blah" day. The weather outside is frightful... no sunshine in sight. I hate the winter, but at least it feels like Christmas weather. Carsten is teething again and has some sort of upper respritory thing going on. He's been a bear. I've got lots to do, but no energy to do it. Plus, I have a 10 1/2 month old clinging to my leg whining in pain. I just remembered that I still have yet to brush my teeth... gross. Danyel just called and complained about eating leftovers for dinner and decided that he will stop and pick up some chinese food for himself on the way home. Ungrateful b#$%@&d. I have cleaned up Carsten's throw up 3 times today. Calgon take me away! Today I am not a happy housewife. Today I yearn for my lonely old office where nobody bothered me while I played solitaire to pass the time. I don't mean to complain - I know that I have got it good and am thankful every day for my family and my role in this family, but somedays you just don't want to go to work. Somedays you just need to take a "sick day".

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

My Christmas Angel

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

My Bird

Yesterday I received sort of a thank you note from a friend in the mail... well, not just any friend, my best friend... my "Bird". It was one of the most touching sentiments anyone has ever written me. Last Saturday night Danyel and I invited our families over for sort of an After Thanksgiving Dinner. Well, of course, I invited Bird, who is family to me. Anyways, she sent this note thanking us for having her and her husband over to celebrate with our families. She commented on how lucky I was to have such a wonderful family and how grateful she was that she has always been welcomed to be a part of it. She went on to point out everyone and their contributions, so to speak, to the success of the get together. Carsten's laughter, my mom's sweetness, my dad's ability to keep her in stitches, my father in law's friendliness to all, etc... But, she forgot to mention her own contributions. She always brings a smile to everyone's face and brightens a room when she enters it. She is the only person that I know that always has this effect on people. Her sense of humor is second to none and her unique endearing personality appeals to everyone that she meets. She has a love for children that is unlike anybody I have ever met. She is officially Carsten's Godmother, but "mothers" MANY more. Her children will be the luckiest ever born into this world to be the recipients of her love and care. She is one of the least self involved people that I know. She has gone through a rough few months, but despite her own sadness and loss, she has celebrated everyone else's joys with enthusiasm. There are not many people that display that kind of grace and strength. You see, Bird, you are right, I really am lucky. I have you as a sister for life. No matter how my life plays out, I know that through it all, good and bad, you will always be there. What a gift and a blessing.

Monday, November 28, 2005

20 things that change when you have a baby...

I read this list on one of my baby websites. I thought it rang extremely true on a personal level (except for #16 & 17 - I still tend to talk without thinking at times & I still HATE mornings!!). Enjoy!

1. You look at your baby in the mirror instead of yourself.

2. You finally stop to smell the roses, because your baby is in your arms.

3. Where you once believed you were fearless, you now find yourself afraid.

4. You're less self-involved and more self-motivated.

5. The sacrifices you thought you made to have a child no longer seem like sacrifices.

6. You respect your body ... finally. (Hooray for baby-making!)

7. You have stronger opinions and are stronger willed.

8. You respect your parents and love them in a new way. (Hooray for grandparents!)

9. You find that your baby's pain feels much worse than your own.

10. You believe once again in the things you believed in as a child. (Hooray for the tooth fairy!)

11. You lose touch with the people in your life that you should have banished years ago.

12. Your heart breaks much more easily.

13. You think of your baby 234,836,178,976 times a day. In fact, you're so busy with this that you forget everything else.

14. Every day is a surprise.

15. Bodily functions are no longer repulsive. In fact, they please you. (Hooray for poop!)

16. You think before you speak.

17. You become a morning person. (Hooray for watching the sun rise!)

18. If you have a son, you no longer curse men. (Hooray for all men!)

19. If you have a daughter, you hope she won't endure your same heartaches.

20. Your love becomes limitless, a superhuman power.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Carsten's First Trip to the Zoo!































Today we took Carsten to the zoo for the first time. I wasn't really expecting him to be that into it, but I was pleasantly surprised! He had a great time. He was really interested in the animals and loved having such a vast area to walk around. I now know why some parents leash their children. I took him on the carousel, which was a lot of fun. He was a little unsure, but fascinated. He loved the petting zoo. Those poor abused goats. For some reason he kept going after their back ends if you get my drift. Gross. He loved the play area where he held his own with all the big kids. I loved watching him see and do a whole slew of new stuff today. Just seeing his face with a perpetual expression of wonder and excitement for three hours straight made me all fuzzy inside. It was my most favorite trip to the zoo ever.

Friday, November 25, 2005

Carsten's First Thanksgiving... and Christmas?






Friday, November 18, 2005

WARNING... THIS POST IS DISGUSTING AND POSSIBLY OFFENSIVE!!!

Last night as I was bathing Carsten he was exceptionally gassy. He was quite amused with his symphony of "bubble" making. So were Danyel and I. That is until a couple of minutes (yes, minutes) later Danyel shouted "Oooohhh, Honey, LOOK!" I jumped out of the tub with Carsten in tow at record speed. I put up with Carsten peeing in my bath water every night, but this is not acceptable. If he keeps this up, his days in my bath are numbered. He's never taken a poo in the bath. I always thought that this was just something he knew not to do! Anyways, Danyel thought it was so funny, he had to take a picture of it. Men.

P.S. I can't believe that I am posting this picture on my blog... the links I go to to keep you people entertained and shocked are despicable.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

A Bad Case of Cabin Fever

Today was the first day this week since Sunday that I have left the house - by no choice of my own - just cruel fate.

Monday I stayed in to do laundry and clean up around the house from the weekend.

Tuesday, I needed to run to the grocery store to grab a few things... well, needed to go for the sake of my sanity. Cabin fever had started to set in. I packed all Carten's things, got him dressed, and dragged him out to the car only to see the car seat sitting in the garage floor taken apart. Carsten had thrown up in it on Sunday, so Danyel took it apart and cleaned it. I don't know how to put it back together or reinstall it, so relunctently we went back inside.

Wednesday, I was DYING to get out. I had decided to take Carsten to the park after lunch. So, I packed everything up again and headed out to the car... strapped Carsten in his seat that Danyel had reinstalled... put the key in the ignition and the car was DEAD. Again, we went back inside.

Today, after breakfast, I dressed Carsten and packed everything up to go to the mall. Again, I loaded Carsten in the car, tried to start my car that Danyel had supposedly jumped last night, and it was STILL dead. I called Danyel and he agreed to come home and jump me... again. I didn't even have to plead... he could hear the desperation in my voice.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Carsten is enjoying the cold weather...







Catholic... to be or not to be?

Recently I purchased some books to learn more about the Catholic religion. I am a cradle catholic that really isn't very knowledgeable about all the church doctrines. So, I started my journey with "Catholicsm for Dummies". Don't laugh... This book was written by two Catholic priests and is highly recommended by Catholic scholars as a good overview/summary of the Catholic Catechism. I have learned a lot, and to my dismay, have found out that is o.k. for me to have some of the views that I have and still be a Catholic... or for that matter... a Christian. It's o.k. for me to believe in the Theory of Evolution. The church thinks that science and religion don't go against each other, but actually complement each other. You can believe that humans evolved from apes as long as you realize that this course of events was created by God. Also, I have always had a problem with the literal interpretation of everything in the Bible. Of course, the Bible is the Word of God and is therefore the truth and nothing but the truth. But, this doesn't change the fact that a lot of the books in the Bible are written using figurative writing styles. Catholics don't necessarily believe that the world was created in 7 actual 24 hour periods. Genesis was written as a poem. Though it is truth, to take it literally is not honoring that truth. Don't get me wrong... of course I believe in Adam and Eve and the whole shebang. They were the first humans, but that doesn't mean that they did not evolve from apes. I also don't believe that the world is only 6,000 years old and yes, I believe that dinosaurs walked the earth before we did. There is proof of this. Period.

My spiritual journey was going well until last night. I read in my book that if a Catholic marries in a non-Catholic ceremony, that there marriage is invalid in the eyes of the church. This I already knew, and could deal with. I know that my marriage is valid in the eyes of God and that is all I am concerned with. But, then it went on to say that if your marriage is invalid, you should not receive communion until you make it valid by marrying in the church. This really hit a heart string with me. After all, the celebration of the Eucharist is HALF of what Mass is all about. I felt like I was being rejected by something that I am trying to embrace. Why am I not worthy to receive God's grace because I wasn't married in the church? Then, I read that two non Catholics that get married in a non Catholic ceremony are recognized as having a valid marriage??!! How is that fair? Anyways, this really tore me up. I went to bed thinking "Why am I trying so hard to embrace my Catholic faith if they are in fact denying me?"

Well, I prayed on it and this morning I have had an epiphany. No, I may not subscribe to every Church law, but I consider myself a Catholic. I believe 100% in the theological beliefs of Catholics. I believe in the Nicene Creed and live by it. I honor Mary, the Mother of God, I believe in the Holy Trinity, I believe that Catholicsm is the Apostolic religion, etc. It's the churches "laws" that I guess I sometimes disagree with. I am not against artificial means of birth control. It is a necessity in today's age. How can you be against something like Condoms that if used in countries like Africa could save thousands of people from dying of AIDS? Also, I do believe it is o.k. for couples to seek fertility help when they are having trouble conceiving naturally. I don't believe that it is "God's will" for the couple to be childless. If you go by that mentality, then when a person got cancer, you would let them die because that is "God's will". Also, I believe the church has A LOT of laws, but there are also a lot of loop holes to them. For instance, the Church doesn't recognize divorce - a couple is married forever in the eyes of the Church. BUT, a couple can petition to have their marriage annulled - meaning that in the eyes of the Church - it never existed and was invalid. How can you deny the existence of a 30 year marriage that produced "valid" children? Or, take for instance abortion. The church says that it is against abortion in all cases, even rape. BUT, someone who is raped can take the "abortion pill" within 24 hours of the incident and that is not considered abortion because it is probable that the sperm and the egg have not combined yet and that you are just PREVENTING the pregnancy from happening. You say tomato, I say tomata. Besides the "abortion pill" is just a high potency form of the birth control pill, which is not allowed in the Catholic church. And, HELLOOO, it is called the "abortion pill"! But, I digress. I know the Church is trying to adhere to it's traditional values, but are trying to be a little flexible in a modern society. At least they are trying to be somewhat progressive. But, we must call something what it is. Divorce is divorce. Abortion is abortion.

Anyways, the point is this... there is not one particular Christian religion that I identify with 100%. I think that this is true for most people, whether they admit it or not. I take a lot of issues with the Protestant core belief system. Theologically, I am not in line. And, non-denominational churches in fact stemmed from Protestant religions and they hold a lot of the same beliefs. So, you just have to go with what feels right. It's like aligning yourself with a political party. Most likely, you don't agree with 100% of their views, but you still consider yourself part of that party because the MAJORITY of your views and values match theirs. The bottom line is this... Where do I feel closest to God? Where can my faith grow? And the answer is easy. When I walk into a Catholic church, I feel God everywhere. I feel his grace enter me when I walk into the door. Catholics worship God with a respect like no other. I admire that and am proud to be part of it.

Monday, November 14, 2005

DH & GA???

At the beginning of every week I make out a daily to-do list. My life is ruled by this list. If I loose this list, I am so very screwed. If it's not on this list, it doesn't get done. Period.

Anyways, last Sunday evening I made my list out for the next week - through yesterday. Friday evening I checked my list to see what was upcoming for the weekend. On Sunday - at the bottom of the bullet points - I had wrote "DH & GA". I hate when I do that - abbreviate things - I can't ever remember what they are. Anyways, I became obsessed with what "DH & GA" stood for. I just knew it was something very important. I had been so good all week and completed just about everything on the list so far. I was not going to let this one to-do keep me from accomplishing my goal. All Friday evening, I kept trying to figure it out. Maybe it had something to do with Danyel - sometimes I abbreviate things, so he won't know what they are. All night as I slept Friday night, I woke up probably 4 times just trying to figure it out. I even dreamed about it. Saturday, I continued to think it about it often knowing that I was only one day away from having to do this particular to-do. Finally, Sunday morning at about 6 am, it came to me. Desperate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy - my two shows that I watch on Sunday. I am so busy most of the time, that I guess I felt I had to remind myself that they were on on Sunday. Really Pathetic... that's probably why I abbreviated... becuase I didn't want Danyel to know just how pathetic I was. You are looking at a real life desperate housewife... or pathetic housewife, I guess I should say.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

They grow up soooooooo fast!!

He Walks!... Well, sort of. Last Saturday Carsten started to walk - by himself. I was watching T.V. and looked over to see him vertically moving towards me. I had to blink and make sure I was seeing what I was seeing. I was ecstatic! Danyel and I pushed him to "preform" throughout the day. He could walk half way accross a room before he lost his balance and fell. We got it all on video and everything. Then, Sunday he wouldn't do it anymore. He had lost his confidence because of all the falling that comes along with learning to walk. He wouldn't let go of our fingers when walking and resorted to crawling when we were trying to get him to walk to us. Since then, he has started to give it another try, but only a few steps at a time... when he is pretty sure he can make it to his target without falling. We just try to ignore the walking - when he does it - to not put too much pressure on him. I just can't believe it! Almost 10 months ago this kid was just entering the world with no life skills at all. I realized that I have been in such a hurry for him to grow up and attain all his developmental milestones, that now I feel like I have lost out on really enjoying him being a baby. I promise, with the next baby, I will not make this same mistake. Of course, this does not apply to the first month, when, let's be honest here, it really is hard to enjoy sleepless nights, hours of crying, and sore nipples from CONSTANT nursing!

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

To Be Young Again...

Last night Danyel and I went to see Depeche Mode in concert. You all know that my husband is a fanatical life long devoted fan of Depeche Mode. He was so giddy all day yesterday in anticipation of the big event. I, on the other hand, was just looking forward to having a nice dinner out alone beforehand. Upon arrival to the show, I instantly felt old. We sat down to watch the opening act, which of course I had never heard of, and the music was so loud that I could feel the bass beating the hell out of my insides. My head started to throb. I thought that my right temple was going to implode. I kept asking Danyel if the music seemed really loud to him and he told me to quit acting like an old lady and just try and have a good time. So, I did. We had a great time. When Depeche Mode went on, everyone was pretty excited... bobbing to the music... you know, trying to get their rhythm down. However, Danyel was instantly on fire! It's like somebody just released a thousand ants in his pants. His hips were swaying, his arms were going, his tongue was hanging out of his mouth, and he was screaming out every word to every song as loud as he possibly could. He immediately looked like he had been traded to the other team... if you get my drift. Fortunately, I have been to a few concerts with him before. Otherwise, he would have scared the hell out of me! Men in general seemed to loose their masculinity as soon as the show started. They were jumping up and down hugging each other when the band would play one of their favorites and dancing together with their arms draped over each other. Of course, they would all deny this behavior today, I'm sure. They looked like a bunch of giddy school girls. Anyways, the crowd was great. By the end of the show people were dancing in the aisles together with this kumbaya like love for each other and reliving their youth. Nothing can make you feel fifteen again like screaming at the top of your lungs while belting out the lyrics to "Personal Jesus" and "Just Can't Get Enough". Then, of course, your reminded of your old age as you leave with your ears ringing and you realize it's 2 hours past your bed time and you still have to pick up the baby from your mom's house.

Monday, October 31, 2005

This is what Carsten REALLY thinks about Halloween...

My Little Halloween Monkey

25 Things About Me... By Carsten Ramelow

  1. I love to open and close doors and drawers... Constantly... over and over... They fascinate me!
  2. I usually poop 2 or 3 times a day. My bowels are extraordinarily efficient. Sometimes I make patties, but usually they are the consistency of peanut butter. Yummy!
  3. I am constantly learning new things. Just over the last couple of days, I have learned how to point and to wave (however, I only wave when I am looking in the mirror).
  4. I am very particular about everything. Da-da says I get this from Ma-ma. I must be fed in a certain position for maximum effectiveness and my room must be pitch black and my air cleaner must be running on high in order for me to sleep to my full potential.
  5. I am a cat lover. They always make me laugh. I enjoy chasing Kiki and Gypsy, but am not fast enough to catch them. I like to play with their paws and tails.
  6. I like it when Ma-ma pretends that she is going to drop me. It cracks me up!
  7. I like it when Da-da "chews" on the back of my neck. It gets me going every time!
  8. I hate having my diapers changed. I squirm and cry and make it as difficult as possible on my parents and myself. Maybe if I keep it up, they will eventually get tired of it and let me wear the same diaper forever!
  9. I sleep with my blue doggy every night. Sometimes when I get scared in the middle of the night, Ma-ma will come in and put my blue doggy back in my arms and I drift right back off to sleep. He is so cuddly!
  10. I don't like being fed big boy food. I am a big fan of my ba-ba and don't see any need in eating anything else. Don't you people get it - I am still a baby!
  11. I will not hold my own bottle or cup or feed myself, even though I can. This is Ma-ma's job.
  12. When I get a case of the giggles, I almost always get the hiccups.
  13. I hate the hiccups. They make me angry.
  14. When Ma-ma and I take a bath, I love to play with the water rushing out of the spout. I like to wave my hand back and forth through the stream of water and splash it everywhere! It gets in my eyes, which hurts, but I still keep doing it because it is so funny! What a hoot!
  15. I am learning to walk and if I do say so myself, I am getting really good at it. I still have to hold onto Ma-ma's hand, but only for balance. Da-da says I walk like a drunk. I don't know what that means.
  16. I really like watching my Baby Einstein movies. They are so captivating. They can keep me occupied for long periods of time so that Ma-ma can get some peace.
  17. I have a really strong gag reflex, especially when Ma-ma gives me peas or anything green for that matter. Gag me!
  18. I love looking at the ground and nodding my head back and forth. I do it all the time. Maybe I should stop, though. I think Ma-ma and Da-da are getting a little concerned about this recreational activity of mine.
  19. I can crawl really fast. Fred Flinstone has nothing on me!
  20. I am a BIG grouch when I am teething. I don't want to eat, be held, play, or sleep. All I want to do is cry. Ma-ma gets really grouchy when I am teething, too.
  21. This weekend, my Aunt Meme taught me how to say "Dog". I am pretty smart if I do say so myself.
  22. I am very brave when I get shots. I hardly cry... sometimes I don't cry at all. Da-da told me that crying is for girls.
  23. I love older women. I don't have much interest in ladies my own age. Most of them are pretty boring. I like a girl on the move and with lots of life experience. She can show me the ways of the world.
  24. When I do decide to eat my big boy food and finish all of it, my Ma-ma does the "Shakey-Shakey Dance" for me. She sings "Shakey, Shakey, Shakey" over and over and shakes her booty. I am not laughing with her, I am laughing at her. I agree with Da-da... she looks ridiculous.
  25. I love it when my Ma-ma sings and plays with me. The "Itsy Bitsy Spider" is all the rave. I also really like it when she sings "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" over and over and over... It really starts to make me sleepy around the 100th time around. Playing "Patty Cake" and "Little Piggies" are some of my favorite past times... that is when I am not opening and closing doors over and over and over... :-)

My name is Cara and I suffer from Restless Leg Syndrome

I am a sufferer of Restless Leg Syndrome, RLS for short. Yes, this is a real condition. Despite my husband's mockery of this illness, it is a real problem for me. Restless Leg Syndrome rears it's ugly head at night. Particulary, for me, right when I lay down to sleep. All of the sudden my legs, especially my left leg, becomes very restless, hence the name. I have to stretch them over Danyel, kick them repeatedly in the air, and I need lots of room to stretch out. It takes a good 15 - 30 minutes to settle them down. Yes, I know this sounds bazaar. But, I did some research and found out that there is a name for this condition and it is caused by an iron or calcium deficiency. Despite my obvious suffering every evening, my husband laughs & ridicules me. Each night, he cracks jokes at my expense and tells me that I am a freak. He does not understand my pain. He doesn't know what it is like to be so sleepy and for your legs to feel like they want to run a mile. RLS sufferers deserve compassion and respect. We are not freaks. We are people too.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

Sunday at the Obenhaus House





Saturday, October 29, 2005

Farmer Carsten






Friday, October 28, 2005

101 Things About Me...

Alright Bird - This one's for you.

  1. I am 28 years old... I think... yea, that's right.
  2. I love my husband with my heart, body, & soul.
  3. My love for my son comes from a place deep down in my heart that only he could surface.
  4. I think my Mom is one of the most pleasant and beautiful people that I know.
  5. My Dad is the most sentimental person that I know.
  6. I love and appreciate my parents more than I think they will ever know.
  7. I have one brother who I love dearly.
  8. I am a cat person.
  9. I used to be a dog person, but now I find them obnoxious and clingy.
  10. I over analyze EVERYTHING.
  11. I feel like I have been blessed with so many things, I am just waiting for the "bad" to start rolling in.
  12. I feel guilty about EVERYTHING. This is the Catholic in me.
  13. I feel guilty that I do not go to mass often enough.
  14. When Danyel and I fight in front of Carsten, I feel like the WORST mother in the world.
  15. I am deathly afraid of snakes.
  16. When my mom was pregnant with me, she had a recurring dream that snakes were swarming me. At stressful times in my life, I have this same recurring dream.
  17. I hate roaches. They are so very nasty.
  18. Giving birth to my son was more painful than I could have ever imagined. I SWORE after delivering him that I would NEVER have another baby.
  19. We plan to start trying to have another baby late next summer.
  20. I love to travel, especially out of the country.
  21. I think it is fascinating to see how different people in the world are.
  22. My favorite vacation was to Lake Como, Italy with my husband. It was the most romantic place in the world.
  23. I have a very large extended family that I wish I was closer to.
  24. I LOVE being a home maker.
  25. I hated my job at Foleys. I felt like I had no purpose.
  26. I feel like being a mom has given me purpose.
  27. I wish I was a more calm and natural mother. I tend to feel overwhelmed and stressed out in situations that I think other moms are more relaxed about.
  28. I am always afraid that Carsten is not developing at the same rate as his peers.
  29. My doctor has told me that Carsten is advanced for his age.
  30. When I was single, I was afraid that I would never get married.
  31. When I saw Danyel on the elevator for the first time at work, I told a friend that I had seen the man I was going to marry.
  32. Three years later, we were married.
  33. I cried through my entire wedding.
  34. I am a perfectionist.
  35. I wish I was more efficient.
  36. I have always been very self conscious about my acne problem.
  37. Before I got pregnant, I always wanted to be thinner.
  38. After having Carsten, I am just glad to be thin enough.
  39. I feel guilty for not breastfeeding longer than I did.
  40. I love to cook.
  41. My husband says I rarely cook anything less than a "7" on a scale of 1 - 10.
  42. When I cook something, I get upset if my husband does not tell me at least twice how good it is.
  43. I wish that my house was cleaner.
  44. I do not iron my husband's clothes for him.
  45. If Danyel goes out of town, I will not stay at home by myself... ever.
  46. I believe that most stereotypes are true.
  47. I am always thirsty.
  48. My cat sleeps on my pillow.
  49. I sleep with a towel on my pillow for no reason at all.
  50. I sleep on my stomach.
  51. Since having Carsten, my boobs are droopy and smaller, my hips are wider, and my face is constantly broken out.
  52. One of my biggest fears is people not liking me.
  53. I wish that I had more friends.
  54. I have the best friends in the entire world.
  55. I am NOT a morning person.
  56. I am always tired.
  57. I hate unloading the dishwasher.
  58. I never exercise for the sake of exercising.
  59. I am always the whitest person on the beach.
  60. I am a control freak.
  61. I tend to nag my husband too much.
  62. I can act like a spoiled brat.
  63. Sometimes I talk too much and don't listen enough.
  64. I genuinely feel like I hit the jackpot when I met my husband. He is a "10" on a scale of 1-10.
  65. I am obsessed with my "budget" spreadsheet. I don't actually follow it.
  66. I love bathing with my son.
  67. I can't stand when you buy someone a gift and they don't send a thank you note.
  68. I don't like ice in my water.
  69. I HATE George Bush. It is fascinating to me that some people like him.
  70. For the most part, I am a democrat.
  71. I think Bill Clinton was one of the greatest presidents of all time.
  72. I do not believe in affirmative action. I think that all people, regardless of race, sex, or class should have to earn their way. Yes, I know that this is a republican view.
  73. I am always cold.
  74. I only wash my hair three times a week.
  75. I get painful ingrown toenails on my big toes.
  76. I think my husband is exceptionally smart.
  77. I am very loyal.
  78. One of my most favorite things is when Carsten rests his head on my shoulder.
  79. I am obsessive about keeping a to do list.
  80. I am a procrastinator.
  81. I am a non attentive driver. I have totaled 2 cars.
  82. Sometimes I have a problem saying what I want to say how I want to say it.
  83. I am very opinionated.
  84. I think it is important to have a stance on everything.
  85. I used to smoke when I was younger, but now I think it is the most disgusting habit in the world. I got furious when people would smoke around me when I was pregnant.
  86. I was an overachiever in school.
  87. I love the smell of fresh garlic sauteeing in olive oil.
  88. I will eat just about anything, aside from bi-products of any animal.
  89. I am obsessed about giving people the "perfect" gift.
  90. I think I always look bad in pictures.
  91. I hate to read books.
  92. I love to read parenting magazines and Hollywood gossip magazines.
  93. I have subscriptions to 4 different parenting magazines.
  94. Sometimes I worry too much about what needs to be done and forget to enjoy life.
  95. I love Christmas.
  96. I am a home body.
  97. I am deathly afraid that the end of the world is near.
  98. I love sitting on my patio and drinking a good glass of wine with my husband after Carsten goes to bed.
  99. I hate feeling left out of things (which was the underlying motivation to make this list - everybody else was doing it).
  100. I love giving people advice and helping them with their problems, but worry that I sound like a know it all.
  101. This list has drained me, yet it was very therapeutic!

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Carsten's chillin' at the crib... Big Pimpin'

I had to open my big fat mouth...

A few posts ago, I bragged how Carsten started sleeping late again and was starting to get back on his solid food diet. I should have kept my mouth closed. Ever since that post, his progression back into his solid diet has stalled and he has woken us up at 6:30 every morning. Just when you think you have these creatures figured out, they punk you. Oh well, I know the drill. I've replinished my formula stock and the coffee is brewing.

Are Other New Moms This Paranoid?

I have never thought of myself as a hypochondriac until Carsten was born. Not in reference to my own health, but to his. I am constantly paranoid that something is wrong with him. Most recently, within the last couple of days, he has developed a bad case of Eczema (through my own diagnosis, of course). A few days before that, I found a little nodule of some sort on the back of his head under the skin. I am convinced that he has some sort of tumor. I am currently looking for a reason to take him to the doctor, so I can mention this as a "side" note. After all, I don't want to take him in solely for this reason or then the doctor will know that I am off my rocker. Let's see... what else. Within the last few weeks, I have diagnosed him with a tooth infection, ear infection, Fifth Disease, and yes, the worst of all, Autism. I blame my paranoia on the internet. Every bump on the head is a tumor, every ear pull is because of an ear infection, every child that has quirky habits has Autism. Babies are just such an enigma. It's a constant guessing game to figure out what's going on with them. This is not an ideal situation for a control freak and worry-wart like myself. I am working on it.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Ain't it pretty?!


This was my anniversary present from Danyel! It is an 18k while gold necklace with a garnet pendant. There is a little diamond right above the garnet solitaire. Garnet is Carsten's birthstone AND the traditional second anniversary gemstone. I have to give it to him... he did good! :-)

Since Becoming a Mom...

Since becoming a Mom, I finally understand a mother's love. For your whole life, you always know that your mother loves you, but you really never know how much until you have your own children. You all the sudden have all this insight into your own parent's actions during your childhood. You know that at the core of every parenting decision and action that they made was all because they loved you... more than you could ever know at the time.

Since becoming a Mom, I know that parent's make a lot of mistakes and they know it! They will never admit to them because that would be unparent like. As a mom, I am scared all the time about making mistakes with Carsten. And, in his short life, I have already made plenty! Your whole childhood, you were sure that your parents thought that they were always right and it bugged the crap out of you as a kid. But really, they were just doing the best that they could and fumbling through a lot of it scared that they were going to screw you up. The kind of adult that Carsten becomes, depends a lot on how Danyel and I raise him. That scares the hell out of me. This responsibility is something I never really thought much about when we decided to have kids, but it is something I think everyday about now.

Since becoming a Mom, I have more compassion. When I hear of a child being murdered, I know that there is a Mom out there that will never be healed from that pain. When I hear of a child becoming seriously ill or diabled, I can't even begin to understand where that child's mother draws her strength from. Not that I wasn't compassionate before to these events, but they just register with me on a much deeper level now.

Since becoming a Mom, I have a hard time putting into words how much in love with Carsten that I am. It's a love that you will never know or even begin to fathom until you become a parent. It's a love that is almost unhealthy. I would give my life in a second for him without even thinking about it. His needs always come before mine. That level of unselfishness is something I never knew I could attain. At least once a day, I share some type of interaction or moment with him that brings tears to my eyes. I feel like the luckiest lady on the planet to have been blessed with this PERFECT person.

Since becoming a Mom, I hope that Carsten never knows just how much I love him while growing up. This could be very dangerous. If our kids knew the extent of our love for them, they could really take advantage of us - especially in those devilish teenage years! But, I look forward to the day when he becomes a father and finally knows what it is like to love with his whole being.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Our First Post-Carsten Movie

Danyel and I celebrated our 2 year anniversary on Saturday. My mom was nice enough to watch Carsten most of the day, so that we could go to lunch and see a movie. We had a really nice time. We went to eat at Los Cucos (Yummy!) and to see North Country (very good!). We also snacked on Beignets before the movie (Double Yummy!). It's amazing just how much a few hours to ourselves can really make a difference for us. We tend to forget about each other when we are always tending to Carsten. So, it is nice to get away from being parents for just a short while and enjoy just each other. We even commented after we finished eating lunch that we hadn't even talked about Carsten. I felt a little guilty for a split second, but then relieved that we still have enough in common and enough other interests to talk about something other than the little buddy. Time alone is so important. We try to get it at least once a month, but sometimes we don't make it enough of a priority. For those few hours, we felt like childless newleyweds again! But, you better believe as soon as the movie was over, we rushed back to my mom's with excitement to pick up our pride and joy!

No More Astros Games For Me

So, as most Houstonions have over the last few weeks, I have caught the Astros fever! Well, I think that I am now cured. After the Astros lost their second game in a row last night in the World Series, I got a little irked. I have spent the last two nights of my life (approximately 6 hours or so) watching the games. And, then in the end, they lose both games, and I can never get that wasted time back. Do you know what I could accomplish in 6 hours? So, I have decided not to watch any more of the games. Don't get me wrong. I hope that they win it all, but the probability is pretty low and I can't afford to lose any more valuable time. Besides, I hate to see them shamed by the Sox. They make the Astros look like a little league team. So, you can call me a sore loser. But, I call myself a realist. You can call me a fare weather fan and to that I would admit. Nobody likes to cheer on a loosing team. Honestly, how many of you were "true" fans all season long putting in the time to watch games and keep up with it all? That's what I thought.

Carsten's Recent Accomplishments

Carsten has made big strides over the last few days in becoming a big boy! He is starting to be able to stand on his own for 5 or 6 seconds at times. Also, he has become very eager in learning to walk. He'll be standing up holding on to something and just let go and take off like he's just going to walk. He falls after the first step, but he's pretty determined. It won't be long! He's also started crawling "into" and "onto" things. He's pretty confident with the whole crawling thing. Another pretty big accomplishment is that he is SLOWLY moving out of his eating strike phase. For the last month or so, it's been almost impossible for me to get him to eat any of his three meals during the day. He's been going through formula like crazy and wasting lots of baby food. Not to mention, driving me batty! He's eating a lot of his old foods again and starting to transition to finger foods. He's not quite sure how to get things to his mouth, but if I feed him, he can successfully chew small chunks of food, like banana, cheerios, and shredded cheese or chicken (that's all we've tried so far). And most importantly, now that he has moved out of his teething phase, he's sleeping his usual 11 - 12 hours at night uninterrupted. We went through about a two month period of him waking up at 6 am everyday. Now, we're back to our 7:45 wake up call, which is much more bearable!

So, we've entered a "good" phase - or what I call a "Non-teething" phase. They don't last long though. We'll be lucky to get a couple of months off before the next little boogers start tormenting the ever so sensitive little buddy. :-)

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Dispute with the Doctor...

Yesterday I took Carsten for his 9 month check up. The doctor wanted to give him a flu shot. The standard shot contains a perservative called Thimerosol. There has been some debate in recent years if this mercury based ingredient causes brain disorders in babies, most notably Autism. They offer a Thimerosol free flu shot, so I figured I would go with that just to be safe. They offer it, so why not? This is my child we are talking about here. I am not taking any chances, even if it is a small one. So, the doctor and I got into a debate of sorts over things that have been linked to Autism like Thimerosol and the MMR (given twice - at 12 months and 4 years). The doctor was very adamant that neither has been scientifically proven to be linked to Autism and if I really did some research I would be convinced. Well, I have done enough research to know what the "scientists" and drug companies have concluded, but not enough to cancel out some of the personal stories that you hear and read about on the internet. I found one website with countless stories about babies that were very advanced developmentally with no signs of Autism. Then, they were taken in for their MMR at 12 months and within days became different children. Shortly after, they were diagnosed with Autism. Maybe the parents missed the signs. Maybe they were just looking for something to blame rather than their own genetics. Maybe the risk is small, but I don't know if it is worth taking. Danyel and I have decided that we probably will wait until Carsten is 2 or 3 to get his first MMR vaccine. The doctor will be very against this when we take him in for his 1 year checkup. He may even ask us to leave his practice (this happens pretty often when parents refuse vaccinations). He will warn us of the risks of not vaccinating him. But in my opinion, the risk is small in comparison. There are only 200 reported cases of measles a year in the United States. Usually, Measles, Mumps, & Rubella are minor illnesses that do not lead to hospitalization or death. My husband had mumps as a child... my mother had measles as a child. Not too long ago, these were common childhood illness, just like Chicken Pox were for our generation. They now even vaccinate for Chicken Pox! Maybe we are too paranoid and worried for no reason, but if there is one thing in our lives to be extra cautious about - it is our child.

Here are some links to some websites that I found helpful:
American Academy of Pediatrics
Think Twice Global Vaccine Institute

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

It's Our Anniversary!


Today is Danyel and I's TWO year anniversary! We made it - and with a limited amount of scarring. :-) He truly is my better half and I really don't deserve him. I am the luckiest girl in the whole wide world. I love you Pookie!

The Ramelow Family... The Human Wrecking Balls

In Destin, we stayed in a condo right on the beach. It was a very cute, tastefully decorated place. Well, that is until we arrived. You see, we are the clutziest and most accident prone family on the face of this earth. I am sure of it. Let me give you a run down of the destruction:

Accident #1: Carsten pees on the futon couch.
I was changing him from his diaper into his swim diaper while he crawled around the couch. He started to pee and before I could grab him and throw him onto the tiled floor, he had already soaked the couch and then preceded to make a large puddle on the floor. I have NEVER seen this kid pee this much EVER. I cleaned the futon couch (after cleaning up Carsten and the floor) with Woolite and water, which then left a large water stain. Solution? Flip the futon over and hope that it is not discovered. I know, this is wrong.

Accident #2: Carsten pukes on the floor.
I was giving Carsten some small chunks of banana. He hasn't quite mastered the chewing thing. He gagged up the banana chunk and the 9 oz. bottle of formula I had given him beforehand... all over the tile and me. Danyel cleaned up the floor. I cleaned up Carsten and myself. After my shower, Danyel said that I still smelled like puke. Nothing a little pefume can't fix.

Accident #3: I spill wine on the wall.
Apparently I had forgotten I had a glass of wine - red wine - in my hand when I bent down to pick something up. This was only my first glass of wine - I promise. I spilled wine all over the wall and floor. I tried to clean the wall with soapy water, but the stain was there for good. Maybe they won't notice. Later on, I noticed a couple of drops on the chair ottoman next to where I had spilled the wine. Maybe they won't notice that either. Again, this is so wrong.

Accident #4: I drop pizza on the rug in the living room.
This I was able to clean pretty well. The rug had a lot of red in it, so the pizza sauce stain blended in nicely.

Accident #5: Carsten pushes over the end table.
The end table was wicker with a glass top. It no longer has a glass top. At least, the lamp didn't break when it hit the floor. Maybe they won't notice. Yes, this is very, very wrong.

Accident #6: Danyel clogs up the toliet and it overflows onto the bathroom floor.
Luckily, all of his waste, I should say, flushed - there was just some toliet paper left in the toliet when it spilled over. We dried the floor with all the dirty towels and Danyel went to the office and got a plunger to unclog the toliet. It took a lot of plunging, and the toliet was flushing moderately well before we left.

As I am writing this, I am feeling very ashamed. I didn't realize how bad it was until I wrote it all down. Wow. We plan to go back next year. We'll probably stay at the same resort and in the same condo. At least that way, we can keep all of our destruction in one localized place. :-)

Our First Family Beach Vacation











Here are some pics from our trip to Destin, Florida. This was Carsten's first time to the beach and I don't know what he liked better - the sand or the water! The beach was beautiful and the weather was perfect. We had a great time!