Since the birth of the Shrimpettes, I’ve been doing lots of thinking about family.  So this post is all to do with family, nothing to do with writing.

Well, they are now three months old!  I can hardly believe it.  To show how much they’ve grown, Monday I dressed them in outfits they’d worn in a prior picture shortly after coming home from the hospital and took a new picture.  Top picture is the older one, the second is from yesterday:

Granted, it’s not as huge a change as a couple of pictures I have of my son about the same age, but it still shows they’re getting a lot bigger.  Twin A as of Tuesday was somewhere near 12lbs, 21 and 6/8 inches long.  Twin B was about 10.5lbs and 21.5 inches.
They’ll sleep for a good portion of the night now (usually I can get a good 5-6 hour chunk).  That doesn’t mean I’m getting that much sleep in a chunk, though I’m starting to get between 5 and 6 hours a night now, which is an improvement, definitely.  I just have to get up for a couple of hours in the middle of the night to feed them and pump.  Man, I hate that pump.

My Parents
Last Sunday was Father’s Day and my dad’s been gone for almost three years now.  He was 80 when he passed, so it’s not like he had a short life.  But I still miss him.  He was a truly gentle man and a certain light went out of me when he left us.  Hopefully he’s proud of me and has dropped in in spirit form to meet his granddaughters.

Mom…is not doing well.  She’s got dementia, stemming from stroke damage long ago, and it’s getting worse.  She got put in the hospital a few weeks ago for an infection and got so weak they sent her to a nursing home to get some therapy before going home (she lives with my brother).  I spoke to her on Monday and she talked about Dad being there on the weekends with her when my brother couldn’t be.  She also said he was in the room with her while I was talking to her.  I thought she was just mixing up Dad and my brother, but she said they were both there.

Talking to my brother later, he told me the nursing home said it was going to be quite some time (instead of the original two-week projection) until she got released.  He doesn’t think she’s ever going to come home, which is what hubby and I thought when she first got sent there.  That opens a whole new box of worms when it comes to the brother issues which I won’t bore you with.  Just…it’s a messy situation.  I hope things can work out to everyone’s happiness.

How are all of you doing?  Any problematic family issues on your horizon?


Ch’Sia, The Shrimp, and Oatmeal Cookies

This is just a mishmash of a post today, as part of my attempts to get more routine posts, hopefully driving up traffic.

Ch’Sia Progress
As you can tell by looking at my ticker to the side, my progress has not been nearly adequate to finish in 30 days.  However, I am writing almost every single day which is, as one of my partners in this endeavor pointed out, part of the point – to establish routine and forcing myself to actually write.  I’ll keep going along and giving myself permission for the draft to stink, but hopefully as I keep going along and remembering how to write, I will start seeing sparkling, shiny prose buried under the muck.

The Shrimp
Grandma and Grandpa took the Shrimp off to a friend of their’s for the weekend so we had 3 whole days with no Dora, Wubzy, Dino Dan or any other cartoons.  Came to realize how chaotic he makes life around here.  Wouldn’t trade him, mind you, but he’s certainly noisy and a whirlwind.  We knew this beyond a shadow of a doubt when he got back last night at 9 and the previously quiet house exploded into activity.

Pictures of him on the ranch/farm place.

Oatmeal Cookies
I got turned down for a job I’d made it to the second round of interviews for.  Reportedly, it came down to a choice between me and someone else.  They gave it to the someone else.  I’m getting more and more frustrated/depressed as time goes by and I remain unemployed.  It wouldn’t be so bad if I were contributing monetarily to the household.  Yeah, I take care of the babies (with MIL’s help of course), but I don’t feel useful.  So, to console myself, I’m making oatmeal cookies tonight using this recipe.  I’ll keep you updated on how they turn out.  They had over 3000 reviews and were still sitting at a 5-star rating.

What about you?  What do you do when you’re down in the dumps.  I like to bake.

It’s Official – I’ve Gone Crazy

Not in the serial killer, bad way, but in the crazy ambitious way.  A couple of women and I were talking on Twitter the other night (@DeniseMSwank & @TrishMcCallan) when Trish piped up with “Who wants to go on the crazy train with me and pledge to writing a 100k draft in June.”  I decided to join the crazy train.  Yikes.  I’ve already almost quit once because yesterday I did almost nothing.  But with a little encouragement from lovely Trish (who’s threatening to beat me with something worse than a wet noodle if I drop out), I didn’t quite do it and today words started flowing.  Granted, not with an enormous gush, but enough that I’m not quite as downtrodden.

The WIP’s different from my prior works thus far in that it’s fantasy – not urban fantasy, but pure fantasy world.  The only thing I’m not certain of is if it will be fantasy romance, or fantasy with romantic elements.  For the purposes of this blog when referring to it, it shall hence forth be called Ch’Sia after the main character, at least until I come up with a better title.

Like the characters in Blood Rage/Dreams, the characters (and a good deal of the story) came out of my role-playing back in college in the early 2000’s.  They’ve floated around and refused to completely dissipate.  As I picture it, Ch’Sia is supposed to be the opening book in a trilogy which I actually have a general complete story-arc on.  The only issue would end up being that the second and third books would likely not have the happily-for-now ending because my hero & heroine definitely do NOT remain on good terms. 

Guess I’ll write it and see where things lead/end up.  Stay tuned (see the widget on the right for my ongoing progress) on whether I succeed in this 30-day madness!

Continuing On

First – Writing Updates:

Blood Wars = fizzled.  What a shock.  No one’s talking to me.

Birth of the Dragon-Riders = fizzling.  Primary characters are clear in my head, but setting hasn’t gelled.  Will have to hack at it some more.

Ch’Sia = the jury is out on whether this will go anywhere at the moment.  Just started, and at least I’m writing something, but at the moment it’s a hard read.  I know the overall plot pretty well.  It’s just the nitty-gritty details that are going to cause problems.

Right now I’m pretty much bouncing back and forth on potential WIPs until something takes off.  At least I’m writing again.  Not copious amounts of new words each day (most days between 100-1500), but it’s better than I was doing (0 words for like six months).  Back on the horse and all that.

Second – Parenting Update:

Rumor has it that Jackie has rolled over for the first time.  No one saw her do it.  MIL put her in the playpen on her tummy and came back to find her on her back.

I got to register the Shrimp for kindergarten today!  It was awesome, but a little startling, to think that my precious lil’ boy is going off to school in less than three months.

I swear each of my children will deserve to receive pins on their 18th birthdays that say “I survived my mother.”  I mean the best, but sometimes things do not turn out well and I feel horrid. 

Shrimp – was giving him his first bath days after he came home from the hospital and he slipped down in the little tub insert so he almost got dunked.  I freaked of course about almost drowning him (he didn’t actually go under).

Shrimpette A – let’s just say I learned very valuable lessons very early on about where not to set the carrier while she was in it.

Shrimpette B – was trying to give her her vitamins last night.  Waited until she was screaming so her mouth would be open.  Unfortunately, she was inhaling at the time I squirted it in and it went down her windpipe.  I spent a very sleepless night waiting for the stuff to clear out of her lungs, praying I didn’t just give my baby a route to pneumonia.  Scared the bejeebers out of ALL of us.

I should have stuck with just one child.  Yeesh.  Not that I don’t love all my babies, but little babies are soooo breakable!

Third – My Mom:

It’s no secret my mom’s advanced in years (70+, I’m 34).  She’s not been doing well (growing dementia, diabetes, etc), but the other day she started shaking and couldn’t even stand up.  They sent her to the hospital and apparently she can’t even get in and out of bed without 2-3 people + a hoisting thingy.  My brother’s been living with her (Dad passed a few years ago) and helping her get what mobility she had.  The doctors have now elected to send her to an assisted living facility to get some PT so she can get her limited mobility back before sending her home.

My big fear is that they’ll ultimately decide she can’t live out of a facility any more.  All her income would go to that and that would leave my brother without a home or purpose in life.  We (my husband and I) are planning on bringing him to us when the time comes, but the problem is right now we simply don’t have the room.  The in-laws are staying with us for at least the next year while the Shrimpettes are so young.  Even if we did have the space, right now there are 7 of us living on one income (until I can find a job – trying, but it’s rough).  My brother would make 8 and that’s just insane.  I’m stressed over the whole situation.

How about you?  What’s new and interesting with you?