Monthly Archives: February 2010

The Aftermath

Remember those plane flights the Parakeet survived?
Well, the immediate 24 hrs following were a bit hairy.  The stroller did not make it to their gate in Chicago.  She dealt with that and carried the most tired 24lb toddler all the way to bag claim.  The Huz met them and they all went home.  Little O was asleep nearly before they were out of the parking area.  Speaking of leaving the parking area, the Huz asked the Parakeet if she had cash. 
“Actually, yes” she said thinking of how a few of the women had paid her cash at the Arbonne parties in Florida.  She opened her amazing backpack and reached in. . .no wallet.  She dug around a little more. . .no wallet.  Her mind flashed to the Memphis airport.  She had let O run wild and was chasing him – her backpack sat in a chair the whole time. Oh no! Someone had stolen her wallet.
“It’s gone” she told the Huz.
“What?” he was confused.
“My wallet. It was here. Now it’s gone. I can think of the last time I had it. In Orlando. I had to have them reprint my boarding pass, and now it’s gone. ”
“Could it be in another part of your backpack?”
“No. I know where I put it.  It’s gone”
“Well, it’s quite a ride home, you should start calling to cancel cards.”
And that’s how the ride home went.  They didn’t talk about the trip or missing each other.  The Parakeet was transferred from operator to operator until she got her debit card and one credit card cancelled.  She was trying desperately to find someone in small business to cancel the woodworking debit card.  That is the one she was concerned about…when they pulled into the garage. 
They carried Sleepy O and the luggage inside.  As the Huz changed O into some jamies, the Parakeet dumped open her backpack and out fell the wallet.   Seriously?  There goes her flare for the dramatic. She was relieved no one had stolen from her.  She was relieved not to have to call all the women who wrote her personal checks.  She felt very embarassed she couldn’t wait thirty minutes before reacting in the extreme. Oh well.
The next morning Little O slept in.  His Park District gymnastics class was at 10:30.  He started moaning just before 9.  The Parakeet went in to get the little guy and he was covered in vomit.  You may have guessed – Delta Cookie vomit. It was on the sheets, in his hair, on his pajamas.  The poor thing must have vomited in his sleep.  The Parakeet gave him a bath.  He had the chills, but he seemed very happy.  He had some banana and she poured him some milk.  They got ready for gymnastics and got in the car.  The Parakeet pulled through a Dunkin Donuts and got him a plain bagel.  Before she could pass it back to him, he was coughing. No, not coughing – puking.  Little O was puking milk ALL over himself.  He puked up his whole sippy cup full of milk all over his clothes, the carseat, and the interior of the back seat of the car.  It was rank.  Nothing like milk vomit…
So, at 10:20 in the AM, the Parakeet gave Little O his second bath.  He had very visible chills this time and had trouble walking.  No fever though.  He ended up down for an early nap. 
He was fine after this – although the Parakeet gave him no milk for 48hrs at the Doctor’s suggestion.
She also paid some dudes thirty dollars to vacuum and clean her car.  Her spot cleaner and paper towel thing just wasn’t cutting it with the milk smell. Rancid.
So, yeah, Motherhood is awesome.


Earning Our Wings

Anything a month old seems soo long ago in Blog world, but the bird felt she should update you anyway.

In January, the Parakeet was up for a promotion with Arbonne (very exciting – she did it -and got a Tiffany’s necklace and everything).  So, her mom and sister-in-law offered to help.  They threw two very fun Arbonne parties and the Parakeet and Little O flew down to Lake Mary, FL for the occassion. 

That’s right – the Huz stayed in the Windy City to work.  So.. The Parakeet was flying alone with a toddler. The End. Or it could have been..she was so nervous leading up to the trip.  Faithful readers know that the O-ster is not so awesome with the traveling.  But would it be different in a plane?  Were there some secret spells she could cast (no, not Benadryll) to make it all OK?  Don’t think she didn’t talk to everyone who would listen about their advice for a plane ride.  She bought a fancy backpack because the day job wanted spreadsheets updated while she was out of town.  This way she could carry a laptop and push a stroller.  She booked evening flights, hoping that if the little guy was tired he may be more understanding about the fact he could not run around. She filled the aformentioned backpack with diapers and books and silent toys and SNACKS…lots of snacks.  She put a sippy cup in both mesh water bottle holders.  She looked like she  had weapons strapped to her back – weapons of hydration.

Then, she prayed. She prayed for good weather and no delays. She prayed for no fits and crying from the O.  But mostly – she prayed for NICE people, she wanted to sit next to VERY NICE people.

Their flight out of Chicago was non-stop and miraculously on time.  She and Little O ate some pizza in the airport and watched planes at the arrival gate.  The check-in attendants were announcing who got stand-by seats and she knew instantly:  FULL FLIGHT. Boo.  She and O were seated next to a Man and his son (maybe in higschool or just starting college) who were flying one-way to FL to get some weight lifting equipment that they were going to drive back.  Hmmm…
Turns out the Parakeet sat next to a very nice teenage boy (they are out there, folks) who probabaly opened and closed his tray table 73,000 times to entertain Little O.  It was great.  O was cranky, for sure, but there was no total meltdown and they survived.  Not a wink of sleep -but really what did you expect?

The flight back had a connection in Memphis.  They got to the Orlando airport with lots of time to spare.  So, this time the Parakeet got Little O some yogurt from Starbucks. Wow – did he love that!!  Then, she found some crayons at one of those over-priced-here-are-the-things-you-forgot stores.  Thank God. 
They sat in a row with one empty seat.  Little O was not so keen on being buckled in, but the Parakeet was very keen on not having him in her lap.  He took the crayons in and out of the box for most of the flight and ate about 4 Delta cookies. Who knows Delta Cookies?  Enough said.  The other woman in the aisle had been in Orlando on business and had a grand-daughter Owen’s age. She was MORE than helpful and retrieved the red crayon from the floor at least 83 times.  She did, however, insist on telling Owen what color all the Sesame Street characters should be in his coloring book .  The Parakeet tolerated her comments in the name of neighborly cooperation, even though she firmly believes Little O can color things whatever damn color he pleases. 
Again – No sleeping.

Then – they get to Memphis.  A stunning airport.  Kidding – it is very small.  The Parakeet got them both to the gate and then let Little O RUN….and seriously RUN.  She was having to jog to catch him.  She needed him to release some pent-up energy and settle down for another 70 min in the air.  He ran all over the little terminal while they waited for the connector.  He was yelling and giggling and being adorable.  But all the people waiting on their planes kept eyeing her.   As she got in line to board, she knew all of those around here were thinking “She is flying to Chicago. Aaarrgghh”.  The woman scanning her boarding pass said ‘let me just check where you are sitting’.  She glanced at the screen. ‘There is no one else in your row’.   An angel chorus began to sing.  Then, they lifted the Parakeet and her Toddler and carried them softly to their seats to rest on pillows of clouds. 
Seriously – the last flight was the easiest.  The Parakeet gave Little O his blanket and a passy.  She put a little Thomas the Tank Engine (silently) on the laptop.  He stared and closed his eyes and mostly fell asleep.  Although, he did somehow manage to have probably 2  more Delta  Cookies.

Successful flying with Toddler.  He was not amazing. He was not a Hellion. He was 17 months old and they both survived.

Oh, and Florida in January – that was cool, too.
Some Fun Pics:

Lenten Announcement

In the spirit of accountability, the Parakeet would like to let you readers know that she is giving up take-out and fast food for Lent.  Phew.
It’s becoming habitual.
It is a product of being very busy and wanting the convenience and immediate gratification of not-so-healthy-but-certainly-quick food.
She likes to cook – so why not?
It will take a bit of planning – but that is another one of her loves.  Ahhh, lists and charts xoxoxoxox
You will certainly hear more about it here on this little blog.

Tonight -she made black bean tacos. Everyone was happy.  Little O mostly ate avocado, but still….

The main hope is to be healthier.  The side bonus will be saving some GREEN (that means money).  Oh, and whenever the bird just wants to quick whip the car through the drive-thru after an extra late Arbonne Party – she’ll just pray instead. So the second side-bonus will be a much more consistent prayer life. For sure.

Yay for the Easter season….here comes spring.  Seriously -Spring? Spring? SPrriiiiiinnnnnggggg???

Superbowl Sunday

The Parakeet has fond memories of the Superbowl right around the 24th, 25th, 26th era.  I know it’s surprising – BUT her family had Superbowl parties. The boys watched the Superbowl in the Family Room. The girls watched movies in her parent’s bedroom. Everyone convened for the half-time show and lots of yummy junk food in the kitchen.  A Total Blast!
Then, in High School she was part of the church youth group (surprise) whose fundraiser was always to sell subs for the big game.  The Parakeet was often up late into the night the Saturday before making LOTS of turkey subs. Also – a total blast!
The Huz likes football, so since they’ve been married, the Parakeet has often tried to put  a little party into SuperBowl Day.
Mostly, that means preparing junk food.
Last year she had this idea of bringing out a new snack each quarter.  After the third round, the Huz was all, “I’m gonna throw up. No more FOOD!”
So, this year – he made chili.  The Parakeet bought the trifecta: salsa, guac, and queso. 
Little O watched until halftime.  They put him to bed and snuggled on the couch the rest of the game.  They were rooting for the Colts, but weren’t sad to see the Saints win.  The Parakeet totally bought into the whole “New Orleans needs a win” story.

It was a lovely, SLOW day – which is what they needed after the past two weeks.  Maybe they should make some ‘family’ time more often.


Little O has been whining the past few mornings. When the Parakeet went in to get him on Tuesday, he stood up, looked at her and said “Daddy!!”, then he threw himself back down in the crib face-first for some more whining.  The Parakeet said, quite happily, “OK. You get your Daddy then”.  The Huz was amused and got the Little O-ster out of the crib, diaper changed, and sipping his milk with little hassle. 

These pictures are to remind the Parakeet of somewhat easier mornings -not that long ago.  Like January.

making alphabet soup

helping Mom get the accounts balanced before market open