Curly was due December 25, 2007. She arrived the 19th. The doctor said my babies were too big to let me go late, so he insisted on inducing me. I had hoped the baby would be born AFTER Christmas. In my experience babies were usually easier to care for when they were still 'cooking'.
|Sweet Curly. Still sweet, now with lots of fluffy hair and |
look - she was pointing her toes even then!
Doc: I'm afraid you'll end up going into labor on Christmas Eve. The other 5 kids don't want mom in the hospital on Christmas.
He won, even though I had a very good argument: my babies had always arrived after a doctor forced them out. I didn't anticipate this one being any different.
I made all of my birth announcements, and Curly's was one of the most memorable: combo birth announcement/Christmas card. Before she arrived, I wrote a short poem (like 12-16 lines) fashioned after 'Twas the Night Before Christmas'. I drafted a version geared towards 'IT'S A BOY' and changed a few words for the 'IT'S A GIRL' version to be prepared. The day after I got home from the hospital I happily printed out the girl version with Curly's info inserted. We snapped a photo of all the kids in Christmas attire, stuck it to the front of the card, and mailed them out. They arrived (at least locally) on Christmas Eve.
My wonderful elderly neighbor asked me shortly after: You know all your friends hate you right?
Wonderful elderly neighbor: I mean your birth announcements were handmade. They rhymed. The photo was perfect. They arrived in mailboxes 5 days after you had your 6th kid. Your friends hate you for making them all look bad. (then she laughed her butt off. And so did I. She was a great neighbor).
That poem birth announcement received such rave reviews that I did a new version the next year detailing what we were up to as a Christmas card minus the new baby details. I just sent version 14 to the printer a few nights ago. The Christmas poem has gotten quite lengthy in recent years. Sometimes it requires the front and back of a legal size paper. I add photos along the edges and along the bottom. It's a labor of love. My kids kind of roll their eyes about it, but I do received notes from people saying it isn't Christmas until they get my card.
Anyway, this year one of the best lines is:
Just as the shoemaker's children have no shoes, guess what happens to a PT's wife?
When the meniscus in my knee complains off and on, I hear about how that's just part of life.
The morning after I sent it to the printer I woke up and my bum knee that has been basically fine for MONTHS was all wonky. It was stiff and tight and begging me not to use the stairs, etc.
A day later it has improved greatly, but still not 100%. Can you EVEN though?
Shopping updates: I'm not opposed to buying used gifts for my children, or even Coach. Curly has been using my ancient iPad for Irish dancing Zoom classes. The screen is cracked and it barely holds a charge. Time to upgrade.
I plan to give an iPad to Curly with the understanding that it needs to be available for siblings who need to Facetime for fiddle lessons, etc. We usually don't do such pricey gifts, but after eliminating so much stuff from closets, I don't feel like adding unnecessary clutter.
I figured I'd save a bit and buy a used iPad online. This sounded so simple. I've bought stuff on LetGo, FB marketplace, and Craigslist. The issue: I didn't know much about the many version of iPads. I read up. Hello, time consuming.
You know what else is time consuming? Checking various websites, waiting for responses to questions, comparing listings, re-checking to see if anything new has popped up, comparing used stuff with similarly priced items on Amazon, and then wondering WHAT'S AN APPLE PENCIL AND WILL SHE EVEN USE THAT?
For the love of God - at this point I think it would've made more sense to JUST BUY A NEW ONE.
*imagine me banging my head on the wall (and then stopping because "Was that a ding, did I just get an alert that someone from FB just messaged me back?")*
So this has been my life for the last week. The other day I pulled the trigger and asked Ding-a-ling (I'm being generous) if I could buy his 7th generation iPad with case, keyboard, and lots of extra storage for $300. He was asking $325
I wanted TO BE DONE. So, I said OK. $325 it is. I wondered if I could pick it up on my way back from picking up another item way up north.
Ding-a-ling: No, I won't be back in town till this weekend.
Me: OK, can we just agree to meet this weekend then? I'd like to check this off my list.
What the hell is wrong with this dude? Yes, his name is Kee. Ding-a-ling is an upgrade. If anyone out there knows Kee in person, make sure you tell him that he is a clueless jack ass.
I'm not asking for a reservation. I'm asking to buy it - pick up when you are back in town. NOT. COMPLICATED.
I hope he NEVER SELLS THIS. I mentioned my knee jokingly in a Christmas poem and I got jinxed. So KEE (if that is your REAL name), I hope your weirdness and your cluelessness on selling your stuff jinxes your dumb ass and you stare at your stupid iPad forever and wonder why you didn't sell it to me when you had the chance AT THE PRICE YOU WANTED.
Not bitter though. I only spent another umpteen hours trolling the internet for ANOTHER option and offered to buy one from a lovely woman for $225 (minus the keyboard and lots of storage). We plan to exchange money, iPad this weekend.
*In the interim, I did send messages to people whose prices were the same as new products on Amazon saying: I CAN BUY THIS ON AMAZON FOR THIS PRICE. Because sometimes I like to rid the world of people who don't know diddly-squat. You're welcome, World.*
The only bummer is that the woman I plan to buy from thought she had the original box and she then realized that she didn't. I still think I'm going to buy it, because I don't want to be a jerk. And Curly will be so delighted, she won't notice if it's in a box wrapped in tissue paper.
Do you vote I buy from the woman whose kid used the original box for a school project? Am I the only used-goods shopper out there? Is there a time-suck that you get caught up in when shopping: new or used? Comment challenge: Read Reggie's mind (bottom right of family photo, not quite 2 yrs old).