Archive | February, 2009

Latte Art

25 Feb

JB is now really into making gourmet coffee. His latest pursuit is latte art. Here is a picture of his latest masterpiece, an embryo!


It’s a…. BABY!

25 Feb

It’s a…. BABY!, originally uploaded by Rebellin.

Watch this video to find out the gender of the next Baby Bellin!

Who Needs a Newborn when You Have a Big Girl Bed?!

23 Feb

I did the transition of moving Little Miss from her crib to a twin bed last Sunday.  Things went surprisingly well.  Besides a few instances where she got out of bed right after we put her down, she slept through the night, and even got up in the morning and got herself dressed (OK, granted she was choosing clothes from the dirty clothes hamper, but still…), and then she’d get her own milk out of the refrigerator.  Brilliant, or so I thought!

Then, there was last night.  She got out of bed multiple times, and then didn’t manage to fall asleep until 10.  At 2am, she awoke screaming at the top of her lungs.  I went to her, thinking she had fallen out of the bed, but no, the child was screaming a demand for APPLES in the middle of the night.  I promptly told her we don’t eat in the middle of the night and put her back to bed.

At 5:30am, I feel her standing on our bed, and look to find her in her Snow White dress.  5:30am is just not acceptable in our house, I don’t care if you are a princess.  At first, I told her Dad to take her back to bed, which sent her into a fit.  So I pulled her in with me, as I was rather groggy.  But then, as I lay with her in my bed, I consciously thought that now was the time I should be setting the standard, and under no condition was her sleeping with us going to be acceptable.  This is mostly because I absolutely cannot sleep with her in my bed.  I get this super-aware motherhood consciousness going on, and I can’t seem to go completely unconscious. 

So, as a way to preserve my sanity, knowing a newborn is on the way, and I sure as heck don’t need two of them getting up in the middle of the night, I marched her back to her room, changed her into her pajamas, and told her that it was unacceptable to get up when it was still dark out. 

That lasted for about an hour, and considering it was 15 minutes before my alarm was set to go off, I just got up when she knocked on our door at 6:30.  When I came out, boy was I cranky, and we had a serious talk, where I told her that she would be sleeping in her crib again tonight, as she had broken all of the rules we had set around her new bed. 

I know it will be ugly tonight when I enforce this, but I think I must move forward with this punishment.  This has to be put to a stop before a newborn arrives, as two of them interrupting my sleep would surely drive me over the edge.

And darn the luck, I can’t jack myself up on caffeine to make up for the lack of sleep.

If Only I had A Little Bit of Pixie Dust

20 Feb

Today, we had a group of high school students come to the office for tours and to hear about our education and experience.  In short, the goal is to have us employees inspire them to go get their education and make good careers for themselves.

I ended up being assigned to a few students that could not have been less interested in my message.  I really tried to inspire them and let them know how valuable my education has been for me, and I was met by blank stares.  It made me sad for them.  They’re evidently growing up in homes where they aren’t being encouraged and challenged.  There was no sparkle in their eyes.  They obviously don’t have parents telling them they can be whatever they want if they work hard.  I could totally picture these girls pregnant and working for minimum wage in a year or two, and it was frustrating for me not to be able to break through their tough facade to inspire them to strive for more —  more for themselves, and more for their future families.

In my mind, I compared the way I’m already educating and encouraging my 3 year old daughter, and I truly think these high school students were never treated that way.  It’s just sad.  But then again, I’m even more driven to keep that spark in my daughter’s eyes alive.  I want to encourage her curiosity, let her dream big dreams, and show her the tools to achieving those dreams.


A thought just occurred to me.  My daughter recently told me she wants to be Tinkerbell when she grows up.  I haven’t yet told her that isn’t possible, but perhaps some more realistic career aspirations are called for as she matures!

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

19 Feb

I’ve been teaching Little Miss how to pray lately.  Last night, I said a prayer, and told her it was her turn.  This is what she said:

“Dear God,  thank you for the poop.  Thank you for the pee.  Amen.”

Nothing like 3 year old potty humor making its way into prayer.  Needless to say, we had a discussion about appropriate topics for prayer after that.

Botched Announcements

19 Feb

Knowing that this most likely will be my last planned pregnancy, I wanted to make a big deal out of unveling the news to the grandparents.  Somehow, both unveilings were jinxed and went wrong, but make for good stories.

My parents:

I found out I was pregnant the day before returning to Albuquerque for Thanksgiving break.  Mom knew that I’d be taking a test right before flying out, so I knew I needed to tell her.  I took a Clear Blue pregnancy test, the digital kind that says “pregnant” on the display when it is positive.  I let it sit out overnight, and in the morning, the digital display was still beaming that key word.  So I wrapped it up in fancy paper, and put it in my carry on bag.

When I got to Albuquerque, I had planned to give my parents their “present” when we arrived at their house.  Of course, on the way home, Mom asks how that test turned out.  I tried to deter her with an answer like, “oh, I don’t know yet.”

Anyway, we get to their house, and by now I’m brimming with anticipation to tell them.  I’m horrible at keeping secrets from my Mom.  So we walk into their house, and my parents’ two dogs are jumping with joy to see us.  I tell my parents that I have a special present for them, and hand it over.  The dogs were going crazy.  I had to wait while Mom went to get dog treats and tried to get them to sit and be calm.  Meanwhile I was about to explode. 

“Open it!!!” I encouraged.

So Mom opened it, and said, “huh, what is this, a thermometer?”

And I said, “read it!” 

She gave me a blank look.  That’s when I realized the lovely digital display saying “pregnant” had gone blank.  And then, she started taking the cap off to expose the pee stick, still thinking it was a thermometer evidently.  At that point, I snatched it from her before she could touch the pee dip stick and I blurted out, “well, it’s supposed to say pregnant.”

Strike one.

JB’s parents:

JB decided we should wait until after my first doctor’s appointment to tell his parents.  Once again, I’m not great at keeping secrets, and I can’t tell you how many times I almost spilled the beans with them unintentionally.  My first doctor appointment was two weeks before we would see them in person, so I decided to wait another two weeks and tell them in person.  They came to Reno for Christmas, and I had blown up a copy of the ultrasound, wrote a personal note on it saying that “Baby Bellin would be making an appearance in August”, and then put it in a fancy Christmas box.

I picked them up from the airport, and drove them to the restaurant where we were eating for Christmas Eve dinner with the box in my lap.  It was killing me to wait any more.  So we get to the restaurant, are seated, and I hand the box to Little Miss, telling her to give the box to her Nana.

JB’s mom opens the box, and looks a bit perplexed.  She then stops to dig for her reading glasses from her purse.  I’m sitting there about to explode from excitement, and the waiting for her reaction was killing me.

So she gets out her reading glasses, looks in the box again, and continues to look perplexed.

“There is nothing in here.” she says.

I turn to Little Miss and say, “Honey, did you do something with the thing that was in that box?”

She gleefully responds, “yeah!”

Ah, my little helper.

So I tell my mother in law that the gift will have to wait.  I lasted about another 5 minutes, and as the waiter started pouring the wine at our table, I knew my mother in law was about to catch on in a milisecond that I wasn’t drinking.  So I whispered for Little Miss to tell her Nana that there “is a baby in Momma’s tummy.”  She did, and we still got a great reaction, though she only told her Nana, and then refused to repeat it for the rest of the table.

So much for my grand surprises.  We got home later that night, and I found the ultrasound copy in the middle of the family room floor.   

Anyway, I thought you all would enjoy those stories.

Not Dead Yet!

19 Feb

And here I am again, back from the dead in the blogosphere.  Someone has pressed the fast forward button on my life, and I’m just struggling to keep up.  My best way to describe work lately is that I’m drinking from a fire hose.  Home life has been similarly hectic. 

Last week, Little Miss turned 3.  I took the day off of work and took time just to celebrate her.  It was a lovely, amazing day in which I felt honored to be her mother.  I have more to post from her birthday, but will do so later with pictures.  Anyway, that night, I caught a cold and got about 3 hours of sleep.  The rest of the week was a blur.  I was able to convalesce for a half day, and then had to march myself into facilitating a class for two days.  Let me tell you, being sick and pregnant is not so great for performing your best.

I was able to slow down a bit and recover over the weekend.  I swear I’m still tired, though.  My nephews were in town, and it was so fun to have Little Miss get together with all four of her cousins from my side of the family.   Monday was yet another daycare holiday that I don’t get, so I took the day off.  Between sick days, personal days, and days leading training, my Inbox at work is about to self destruct, and my to do list trails out the door of my office.

Did I mention I recently got an office?  Thank God for doors. 

Be patient with me as I get out some pent up blogging.