The Unveiling . . .

October 24, 2009 at 11:03 pm | In Declan, Savannah, The husband | 5 Comments

A few weeks ago, our family got our pictures taken.  My friend, photographer Lindsay Hart, did the photos, and we LOVE them.  Here are a few of my favorites:

Decky's a little disgruntled . . .

Decky's a little disgruntled . . .

Not so disgruntled . . .

Not so disgruntled . . .

I love this one!

I love this one!

Daddy kissing Savannah . . .

Daddy kissing Savannah . . .

Family Photo . . .

Family Photo . . .

Running in the field . . .

Running in the field . . .

Married 8 years . . . can you believe it?

Married 8 years . . . can you believe it?

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Boy, they both loved this lollipop!

Boy, they both loved this lollipop!

So loving . . . I hope this lasts for at least a couple more years.

So loving . . . I hope this lasts for at least a couple more years.

My handsome boy . . .

My handsome boy . . .

Laughter . . .

Laughter . . .

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Daddy and his boy

Daddy and his boy

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Kevin and I agree that she looks WAY TOO OLD here.

Kevin and I agree that she looks WAY TOO OLD here.

Decky's toes are so cute in this one . . .

Decky's toes are so cute in this one . . .

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There’s tons more too!

Random Stuff

February 23, 2009 at 11:05 pm | In Day to Day, Declan, Savannah, The husband | 5 Comments

Sometimes I end up neglecting my blog because I feel like I don’t have anything momentous to say.  Not that I’m saying that my written words are life-changing or inspiring or anything, but I at least need to be motivated to write something.  I’ve decided to stop having lofty goals of writing things that are particularly witty and interesting, and just write about my day to day musings. 

So, what’s going on around here?

DECLAN:

He’s 19 months old, just got his second big-boy haircut, and has recently learned to jump.  By jump, I mean that he musters up his momentum and throws his arms upward, resulting in him clearing the floor by nearly two full inches.  He will gladly jump on command.  He is good at going up and down the stairs, although he insists on walking down like a big boy (holding the railing), which worries me.  He is also proficient at getting a plastic stool and placing it in front of furniture so he can climb up onto it. 

While still not the most advanced in his verbal skills, he can say the following:  Daddy, Momma, Nah-nah (Savannah), night-night, more, ball, mine, hi, bye, yes, water (wah-wah), walk, cheese, yogurt, gum (num), teeth, shoes, bath, balloon, nippy, book, blanket (but it doesn’t really sound like that), snack (‘nack), baby, hat, doggy, “what’s that?”, please, thank you, I love you, Ella (our neighbor), Sara, Declan, hot dog, cookie (doesn’t really sound like that), and all done.  He can also make several animal noises, with his favorites being a monkey and a horse.  His speech is very unclear, and he often resorts to whining. 

He still has acid reflux.  A few weeks ago I tried tapering down his medication in order to see if he’s ready to discontinue its use.  Within 24 hours he was vomiting small amounts, which completely disgusted Savannah.   So back up to the full dose he went.

SAVANNAH:

Savannah is 3 years, 7 months.  She has a great vocabulary, and much of the time, I can reason with her.  She continues to mix up her pronouns, making statements like, “Her coming over?” instead of “She’s coming over?”.  She can write her name, although her “N’s” are backwards, and her “S’s” often have an extra curve.  When asked her name, sometimes she says her first and last name, other times, she says “Savannah Banana” since that is what we call her (ironically, my parents’ nickname for me as a child was Tara Banana–I have no idea why). 

In general, Savannah is pretty well-behaved.  She’s most likely to get in trouble for taking Declan’s toys or taking excessive amounts of time to do something (this last trait is exactly like Kevin, who is probably the slowest moving man on earth).  If a punishment is delivered, the most effective appears to be denying her TV time or withholding her evening snack.  The girl loves her snacks, particularly goldfish and fruit snacks.  She responds really well to positive reinforcement, so she remains well-fed and up-to-date with the latest Dora episodes.

Savannah is very social, and loves her friends.  She loves Kate, Ellie, and Gabi (from school) the most.  She plays nicely for the most part, and gets giddy with excitement when invited to a birthday party.  There is one for her friend Zoe at Chucky Cheese in a couple of weeks and the countdown has begun. 

KEVIN:

Kevin is in the midst of beginning his negotiations for becoming a partner at his ophthalmology practice.   This means that consultants have been hired, buy-in price is getting calculated, and financing is being arranged.  Kevin has also been eating healthy, exercising regularly, and being an all-around A-plus dad and husband. 

ME:

I finally received my bound copy of my dissertation in the mail (must take picture) and the certificate of my doctoral degree (must frame).  Now that I have them in my possession, I don’t feel like such a fraud when my coworkers refer to me as Dr. Nusz. 

I have also joined a Biggest Loser’s Contest, created by my friend Katie.  Basically, 20 people each put in $50 for a grand total of $1000.  Another person (me) joined, and that ‘extra’ fifty dollars will be used for a mini-prize, to be distributed to the person who has lost the highest percentage of their body weight by March 15 (half-way point).  The contest runs from January 1 until June 1.   Now, I’m NOT a competitive person.  I don’t care if I’m good at sports (I’m not), I don’t care if I win a board game, I don’t care if my pay is higher than other person’s, etc.  But for some reason, I am acting competitive about this contest.  Each week, I keep flipping between first and second place, and if the wind blows my way on March 15, I could be the proud recipient of my original entry fee.  I keep telling Kevin that if I win my entry fee back, I’ll be happy because at least I won’t have wasted any money.

So far, I’ve lost 14 pounds.  Nearly 7% of my body weight.  I’d love to lose 10 more.  In my quest, I’ve altered my eating habits and upped my exercise considerably.  I really want to lose it in a healthy way, so I’m following the South Beach Diet and exercising 3-5 days per week.   No cookies.  Limited amounts of bread.  No sugary cereals.  And sadly, no frosting.  I rarely cheat, I’m beginning to really enjoy the exercise, but I’m frustrated at the fact that despite eating 1400 calories per day and exercising approximately 4 days per week, the scale hasn’t budged in nearly a month. 

What else is going on with me?  Oh, there’s a mom’s group that meets once per month.  It’s a relatively small group (7-8 women) and we do things like game night, go out to dinner, bowling, etc. and it’s a blast.  Most of us are relatively  new to the area, and it makes us all feel more settled to have a group of girlfriends who we can spend time with on a regular basis. 

Okay, this post is really long, but you’ve got an update about what’s been going on around here.  

Peace out.

Another Reason to Hate Boys

January 15, 2009 at 11:21 pm | In It's all about me, Random, The husband | 7 Comments

There are a lot of reasons to hate boys.  Well, to be more specific . . . men.  They have hair in weird places, they don’t know how to compliment women, they often have mommy issues, they can’t find things that are right in front of their face, they drive too fast, they smell, they act like having a cold is akin to dying, they talk about bodily functions during dinner, they usually don’t like it when the wife makes more money than them, they leave facial hair in the sink, they take food off your plate, they leave armpit stains on their shirts, they leave weird things in their pockets and then it goes through the washing machine, they floss their teeth with gum wrappers in the car, they don’t understand that candles do, in fact, smell nice, they bring a new pen home from work every day resulting in a net gain of about 340 pens per year, they break perfectly functional objects in a quest to improve them, they don’t know how to hang pants on a hanger, they remember which waitress served us the last time we were at Applebees but can’t remember their mother’s birthday, they use every single pot and pan when cooking, they let the kids jump on the couch while holding an open container of crackers, they make fun of all the good shows on television, they don’t understand why women’s haircuts cost more than men’s, they laugh at inappropriate times, they don’t notice when the house is a mess, they lose their wedding bands, they never change the sheets, they wear old-man slippers, they think they know a lot about computers, they leave used tissues on the nightstand, they think kissing with food in their mouth is acceptable, they think their place of work will fall down if they take a sick day, they snore, they look funny wearing sandals, they don’t understand why some people cry when they are happy, they don’t notice when their kid calls their name 234 times during a car ride, they pee with the bathroom door open, they complain about how other people drive . . . phew.  That was therapeutic. 

Wait, I forgot the number one reason.  THEY LOSE WEIGHT SO MUCH EASIER THAN WOMEN.  We’ve been doing the South Beach Diet since the second week in December.  PLUS, I’m part of a Biggest Losers Contest.  Kevin has lost nearly 15 pounds, and everyone notices how good he looks.  I’ve lost 11 pounds. Not one single person has noticed.  Not even a “hmmm . . . is something different?  Did you get your hair cut?”.  I mean, we both had nearly identical BMIs (in fact, his was a little higher than mine) prior to trying to eat more healthfully.  I’ve dropped 1 full pants size, and I’m nearly ready for the next smaller size.   Plus, my face is thinner and my love handles are gone.  While he’s doing great too, random people keep noticing his weight loss.  I mean, COME ON

Good thing Decky’s not a man yet.  And he certainly hasn’t lost any weight. :)

 

P.S.  There’s a slight chance that this list of reasons to hate men might be specific to my particular husband.

30 Tidbits About My Husband

October 17, 2008 at 1:13 pm | In The husband | 11 Comments

1.  Today is Kevin’s 33rd birthday.

2.  Kevin has two siblings:  a sister, Cheryl, and a brother, Dave.

3.  Kevin is one of the least materialistic people I know.

4.  Kevin in an ophthalmologist.

5.  Kevin is an amazing father.  Seriously.

6.  Kevin prefers to shop on Ebay, versus going into stores.

7.  Kevin is very patient.

8.  Kevin once kissed a girl so she’d let him play with her Atari.

9.  Kevin drives too fast, and his gaze wanders.  Not a good mix.

10.  Kevin loves cheezy, spicy, dorito-type snacks.  He can eat an entire bag in one sitting.

11.  Kevin will never admit that he enjoys the occasional chick flick.

12.  Kevin can almost always remember when and where he’s seen someone before.

13.  Kevin has mentioned several times that he would like a third child.

14.  Kevin is handy–he can fix a lot of things.

15.  Kevin’s writing is illegible.  He really should apologize to his patients.

16.  Kevin once shared a bedroom with his brother, and when Dave snored, he’d get out of bed and go plug his nose.

17.  Kevin’s middle name is John, after his father.

18.  Kevin and I were in the same 3rd grade class.

19.  Kevin loves roller coasters.

20.  Kevin likes to watch those dumb reality shows on MTV, like My Sweet Sixteen.

21.  Kevin once left for work after accidentally closing our kitten in the refridgerator.  I found her perched on the shelf, meowing pitifully.

22.  Kevin never swears or drinks.

23.  Kevin thinks working with old people is a hoot.

24.  Kevin once went on a road trip wearing two different shoes.  We had to stop at Walmart to buy him new ones.

25.  Kevin is a worrier.

26.  Kevin once tried out for American Idol.

27.  I totally fabricated the last tidbit.

28.  Kevin has a good sense of humor.

29.  Kevin has the Nusz characteristic of always being late.

30.  Kevin is very loved and appreciated by his wife and children.

Mean Daddy

April 7, 2008 at 9:06 pm | In Savannah, The husband | 4 Comments

This conversation ensued about an hour after Kevin had put Savannah to bed.  He went upstairs, saying he was going to “yell at her” and tell her to go to sleep.

Kevin:  What are you still doing up?  (soft, gentle voice)

Savannah:  I think my foot hurts.  (sitting in bed, with a book in front of her, which she is reading using the light from her musical toy)

Kevin:  Where is your sock?

Savannah:  I think I can’t go to sleep because my foot hurts. 

Kevin:  Well, you need to lay down and do some good sleeping.

Savannah:  I’m firsty.  I think I can lay down if I get a drink first.

Kevin:  You don’t need a drink. (pause) Okay, let’s go get a drink.  (He carries her to the bathroom, she gets a drink of water, and he puts her back in bed.)  Now go to sleep. I’m leaving now.

Savannah:  Rub my back.

Kevin:   Okay.

I think he needs some practice with yelling.  Apparently he doesn’t learn from my example.

Lemons

March 24, 2008 at 10:04 pm | In The husband | 2 Comments

The other day, while Kevin was out of town, he fell prey to the various movies offered on the hotel television.  He had the pleasure of seeing the movie The Break-Up, starring Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn.  During one of the opening scenes, Brooke and Gary (the names of the characters) are arguing.  She had asked him to buy 12 lemons to be used in a centerpiece for a dinner party that night; he purchased about 6.  He tells her she should abandon the centerpiece and use the lemons to flavor the chicken instead.  She begs him to shower and get ready in the 10 minutes prior to the arrival of the guests.  He tells her that after a long day at work, he just needs to relax (never mind that she worked too).  After their guests leave, she asks him to help do the dishes;  he spends the same amount of time it would have taken to do the dishes trying to convince her to leave them until the morning.

Around and around they went.

After watching that movie, Kevin (most likely due to the loneliness incurred by being separated from his family for a week) calls me and says, “The fight they had is exactly like fights we have!” (I’m surprised he recognizes this).  He says, “I realize that I’ve really got to be better about things.  I mean, I act just like him.”  (No, don’t laugh.  It gets better.)  “I mean, all she was trying to do was to make a nice evening for him and their families, and he just wanted to sit on the couch, do nothing, and complain.  She did everything.” (I know.  I totally wondered if he used his prescription pad to write himself a script for some “happy pills”, too.)

I didn’t know how to respond.  Laugh uproariously and interpret the entire conversation as a huge joke?  I mean, what if I’m part of some candid camera show and millions of people are going sit in their living room and laugh at my naivete?  Or should I stifle my doubts, accept his commentary as sincere and sit and wait for this new breed of man to spring forth from my husband?  What to do, what to do.  Well, if I remember correctly, I think I chuckled and implied that any improvement in his “before dinner party” behavior would be much appreciated. 

I should have had Jennifer Aniston illustrate how frustrating “lazy man behavior” is a long time ago.  Anyone who says chick flicks aren’t informative and life-changing should read this post.  ‘Course, I haven’t actually witnessed him washing a dish since he got home last night.  So, I’ll keep you posted on this new man I call my husband.

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