A Trip to Austin

A few weeks ago we went to Austin to visit my folks.  Yes I know, I should have written a blog entry about it as soon as we got home.  Well, I’m forgetful and lazy, so you can just bite me.

We decided to head out the night of Friday the 13, because Aaron would rather get there tired then get up early and start the drive tired.  This was the first weekend of many spring breaks around Texas.  It was also close to the beginning of South by SouthWest.  Needless to say, there were a whole lot of people headed into or around Austin that night.  Traffic was insanely stupid, a bit wet, and I think we waded into the traffic of at least a couple of accidents along the way.  Not to mention that we were trying to leave DFW on a Friday night at the tail end of rush hour.  Fun times.

Somewhere around 10:30 we got there.  Ashton was still awake (which I couldn’t believe.  I was sure he’d pass out around 9) so getting him to sleep now that we were somewhere exciting and new was fun.  He got to spend all three nights that we were there in my parents room, because their guest room has room for the Murphy bed and that’s about it.

Saturday Mom and I went shopping.  Dad and Aaron stayed home with Ashton and played video games.  They might have gone out and done something, but I truly don’t remember.  Mom and I got some new maternity pants (yay I have jeans!) and a few extra shirts.  Most of the shirts that I already owned were tank tops, so the t-shirts we found on sale at Motherhood Maternity were a major find.  We also grabbed a few new outfits for Ashton(of course), including something for his Easter pictures.

Sunday we went to brunch and then to the children’s museum in down town.  We had to walk around the area that held SXSW and noticed a severe lack of small children.  Lots of people were sitting around with computers in their laps, and we had to work hard to restrain Ashton from attacking them.  He loves computers.

The museum was… exciting.  All the loud and hyper kids!  Ashton discovered that he loves trains now, something we weren’t really aware of.  He ran himself ragged and finally fell asleep in the car not long before we got back to the house.  That evening we went out for burgers (to a really cool spot right on the water of the lake) and went for a walk.  The area my parents live in has lots of natural parks and beautiful scenery.  It had been raining so Ashton got COVERED in mud.  Fun times.

Getting him to bed any night that we were there was not a fun adventure.  He wanted to come see what we were doing, go play on his Grandma’s keyboard, or generally run up and down the stairs some more.  Monday we headed home.  Mom and Dad followed us to Waco, and Ashton got to ride with them.  We stopped off at the zoo and spent about 2 1/2 hours wandering around.  The car seat was returned to our car and we parted ways.  The kid was out like a light before we got to West.  He woke up about 20 minutes before we pulled into our driveway, so our drive home was rather peaceful.

You can probably expect another entry about local events soon (maybe even today).  This seems long enough for one post.

Published in: on March 31, 2009 at 7:57 pm  Comments (1)  

St. Patrick’s Day Story

We went to Austin this weekend and had a wonderful and exhausting time with my folks, and I will be happy to give you a play by play… later.  For now I have a story to share.

A few years ago Dallas stopped doing their St. Patrick’s Day parade.  Isis and her dancers would dance in it every year, and the last time they did it was my first and last St. Patrick’s Day parade to be in.  I was sad that they didn’t continue it, because it was a lot of fun.  The parade was filled with some fantastic acts, dancers and musicians alike, and I think everyone really enjoyed it.   The next year we heard that Fort Worth would be putting on a parade for the day of green, so we decided to check it out.

It was probably one of the more offensive parades that I’ve ever seen.  Admittedly, there wasn’t much that was Irish about it.  Mostly it was a parade of people riding horses through the street wearing green.  Now, I understand that this was in the Stock Yards, but some other representation would have been nice.  While this was all rather boring after a while, it wasn’t that insulting.  That was right at the very beginning.  The entire parade opened with a gentleman wearing a red kilt.  With a bagpipe.  Playing Scotland the Brave.

If you don’t know why this would or could offend someone, then I’m not going to explain it to you.  I would suggest you go read up on Irish history.  Pay special attention to the bit about their loving relationships with the Scottish.

Edit:  There used to be a family friendly parade that went through part of downtown Dallas.  This is not to be confused with the “parade” that happens at night on Greenville Ave.  This is more of a block party and for adults only.

Pulling Petals Off a Daisy

“He loves me, he loves me not, he wants to have me locked up.”

My brain has leaked out my ears.  There is no other explanation.  I know, I know, “forgetfulness is not uncommon during pregnancy” but seriously?  This is insane.  I forget everything.  The other day for dinner, I tried to fry the potatoes that I was cooking to mash, and put frozen peas on the stove only to leave them there hoping that they would magically cook on their own.  Aaron will ask me if I know where the remote is, the one that I had in my hand about ten minutes ago?  And I end up giving him a look that says he’s lucky that I remember WHAT the remote is, to hell with where.  Everything is escaping me so quickly.

The hearing hallucinations aren’t much better.  I don’t remember getting these at all last time.  In the car the other day, Aaron asked me if I remembered something (again) and when I gave him a blank look he called me placenta brain*.  This would have made sense, but for some reason I heard “Lissa Teh Brain.”  I couldn’t figure out what the hell he was talking about.  Was he calling Lissa smart?  Calling her silly?  Telling me she was much smarter than I am at the moment?  And what the hell did that have to do with our current conversation.  A few seconds later I realized what he actually said, and was relieved that I wasn’t completely losing my mind.  Honestly, if he doesn’t want to divorce me over this pregnancy, then I don’t know what will get rid of him.

I have been rather ill lately, this baby is taking quite a bit out of me.  The main trouble is my lack of energy.  So I have no drive to get anything done around the house, and laundry and dishes tend to pile up.  I can get some of it done when I have help, but I’m getting winded really quickly.  The other issue is that I don’t have the energy to play with Ashton the way I have before.  I think it’s starting to become clear to him that things have changed, because he’s started to act out quite a bit lately.  The worst is at nap time and bed time.  He has taken to literally screaming as soon as his head hits the pillow.  After an hour or so of this, I’m to the point where I want to scream as well.  It’s not going well, but hopefully this phase won’t last long.

Anyone want to take the kid to a park or zoo or something?  Go and wear his ass out.

*Placenta Brain is a phrase that I heard from Dooce**.  I’m not sure if she came up with it originally, but she’s the only person I’ve ever heard use it***.  It has recently become my nick name.

**It’s come to my attention that because of the style and font I use it’s difficult to tell when something is a link.  From now on all links will be in bold print (when I remember).

***Edit: I went and looked it up and apparently it’s everywhere.  Even in the Urban Dictionary.  Just goes to show how much I pay attention.

Published in: on March 2, 2009 at 9:24 pm  Comments (1)