Baby Moon has been kicking for a little while now, and it's been loads of fun. One night I was thinking about the phrase "I bet he's going to be a soccer player when he grows up!" that I occasionally hear, and have started to agree with. Then I wondered if David Beckham's mom ever said that.
Come to think of it, soccer's probably the only sport our boy has got a shot at. 5'4 mom + 5'5 dad = no chance in the NBA. Or football or baseball or basically any sport.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Why it's okay to be wrong sometimes
Three years ago today: Tuesday, January 13th, 2009. I walked into the CAEDM lab and sat down next to my friend Dan. He pointed across the table to a guy doing homework and said, "Kyra, this is my lab partner Kevin. Kevin Moon."
"Oh!" I said excitedly. "So you're the one with the lab kit that says Kevin Moon on it. I was wondering who the other K. Moon was."
"Your last name is Moon too?" he asked.
"Yup! You descended from Henry Moon?" I asked. (Henry Moon was one of those old Mormon pioneers born in 1819 who had three wives.)
"Yup. Henry Moon," he responded almost simultaneously.
And then I thought, "Well, that's one guy I'd never date."
"Oh!" I said excitedly. "So you're the one with the lab kit that says Kevin Moon on it. I was wondering who the other K. Moon was."
"Your last name is Moon too?" he asked.
"Yup! You descended from Henry Moon?" I asked. (Henry Moon was one of those old Mormon pioneers born in 1819 who had three wives.)
"Yup. Henry Moon," he responded almost simultaneously.
And then I thought, "Well, that's one guy I'd never date."
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Babies and Balloons
I'm having a boy!!! Kevin and I went to the ultrasound, and besides impressing the technician with our vast array of knowledge from our one day of MRI class (using terminology such as "axial cut" and "frequency"), we got to see our little boy!
"Cheapskate," Kevin muttered.
And suddenly it became a lot more real. Oh, we've been having discussions about kids and how we'll raise them and whatnot (poor little guy . . . it's already been predetermined that whatever he wants to do in life, he'll have to major in engineering first), but now there's a . . . body to put with all those ideals and discussions.
Am I ready? Of course not. Will I ever be ready? Doubt it. But at least today, I learned that there's one aspect of motherhood/domesticity that I'm improving on -- looking for bargains.
After we found out, we went to Macey's to pick up a blue balloon. On the way in, we also remembered that we needed to pick up some mayonnaise. As we were coming through the doors I saw a little girl walking out with a pink balloon. Then I saw balloons tied to all the cash registers. Something clicked in my mind.
"Kevin," I said excitedly. "I bet if we asked, we could get a balloon for free."
"No, just go over to the back corner to buy a balloon," he responded.
"No, just go over to the back corner to buy a balloon," he responded.
"No, let's get the mayonnaise first and then go through the line and ask if we can have one of them."
He rolled his eyes but walked over to the condiments aisle. He continued to protest, saying things like, "How are you going to ask for one?" or "I'm pretty sure those are just for little kids," to which I responded, "There's a little little kid inside me, so that counts." We picked up the mayonnaise and then got in a line.
"What are these balloons up for?" I asked eagerly, noticing a little boy walking away with a blue balloon.
"Oh, just for fun. Do you want one?" the cashier asked (perhaps she had heard my conversation with Kevin at the front of the store). I nodded happily. After explaining that I wanted a blue balloon and not an orange balloon (and telling her why), we left with one small bottle of mayonnaise and one free blue balloon.
"Cheapskate," Kevin muttered.
"Brilliant," I corrected him.
So, despite all my fears and inadequacies, at least I know how to get free balloons.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Pregnant Ponderings
This break has been incredibly relaxing. I can't remember the last time I was so thoroughly useless (well, maybe last Christmas), and I can't foresee another time when I'll have the luxury of being so thoroughly useless (until I'm like 80).
While I was lounging about, I had some deep thoughts on life. Well, relatively deep. Here they are in no particular order.
1. When you get pregnant, there are some questions you come to expect such as, "How far along are you?" "How sick have you been?" or "How much weight have you gained/lost?" However, there's been one question that has been asked a lot (pretty much every time I've told someone the news in person): "Was this planned?" (or the similar "How long had you been trying?")
I don't know why, but that question sure surprised me. In some cases it even preceded the person's congratulations. I suppose it's a natural thing to be curious about, and I'd rather have people ask me to my face than not, but I sure wasn't expecting it.
2. Kevin likes chocolate more than I do. So does his whole family. They also like cheesecake a whole lot more than I do. This has raised interesting questions in my mind about nature/nurture and why people like the foods they do. I remember that I didn't really like cinnamon bears until my mom started eating a lot of them. Then I realized that if I wanted candy then I had to like cinnamon bears. I've liked them ever since. I think the same thing applies to Kevin and cheesecake.
(As a side note, I feel like whenever I visit either side of the family, I'm more prone to analyze behaviors and traditions a lot more than I used to [essentially taking notes on what works and what doesn't for our future family]. Considering how much I absolutely detest feeling analyzed, I feel kind of hypocritical in doing this. But this whole candy/dessert difference really has me fascinated so I can't help myself.)
3. Speaking of food, Christmas break has been good to me and I'm finally starting to show. I usually gain weight when I go home (you know, regular meals, not walking to campus anymore, etc.), and I lose it after a few days of normal life. It's weird putting myself in the mindset that I'm supposed to gain weight and not fit into my clothes anymore. Guess I've listened to the subliminal messages of society just like every other woman . . .
4. It's funny: You can be surrounded by people you love, have no real chores, have 3+ delicious meals a day, enjoy comfortable room temperatures, take longer showers, and be surrounded by every book or movie that you might want to read or watch, and yet you still prefer to be at your cold little apartment in your own bed than at your parents' house. Last year my mom told me she was impressed that we survived staying at my parents' house for a week without going crazy, and I didn't see what she was talking about. Now I sort of do, though I'm not sure why it is.
5. I got maternity pants, and I don't know that I'll ever want to go back.
6. I've started making the transition in my mind from a student to a mom, and with that transition has come a desire to be less nerdy. In some ways that's probably a lost cause because I will probably always prefer factoring numbers, reading, and talking to guys to decorating, crafting, and talking to girls (though I still really like Relief Society). However, there might be hope: I recently took this test http://www.innergeek.us/geek-test.html and only scored 14%. So I think I deserve a refund on those brownies I made sophomore year for racking up the most nerd points throughout the semester.
7. I had the chance to watch some TV shows over the break that I hadn't seen before, and I came to the conclusion that I prefer the 2 hour story to the 42 minute or 30 episode story. I don't know what it is about TV shows, but there was something about them that seemed a great deal hokier than movies. Perhaps it's because they don't spend as long developing each episode as movie writers do for movies, or maybe there's a different set of acting skills preferred for TV, but I felt like I haven't really been missing much by not owning a TV.
Well, now you've gotten a little peek into my mind. Soon it will be full of plenty of other stuff, don't worry.
While I was lounging about, I had some deep thoughts on life. Well, relatively deep. Here they are in no particular order.
1. When you get pregnant, there are some questions you come to expect such as, "How far along are you?" "How sick have you been?" or "How much weight have you gained/lost?" However, there's been one question that has been asked a lot (pretty much every time I've told someone the news in person): "Was this planned?" (or the similar "How long had you been trying?")
I don't know why, but that question sure surprised me. In some cases it even preceded the person's congratulations. I suppose it's a natural thing to be curious about, and I'd rather have people ask me to my face than not, but I sure wasn't expecting it.
2. Kevin likes chocolate more than I do. So does his whole family. They also like cheesecake a whole lot more than I do. This has raised interesting questions in my mind about nature/nurture and why people like the foods they do. I remember that I didn't really like cinnamon bears until my mom started eating a lot of them. Then I realized that if I wanted candy then I had to like cinnamon bears. I've liked them ever since. I think the same thing applies to Kevin and cheesecake.
(As a side note, I feel like whenever I visit either side of the family, I'm more prone to analyze behaviors and traditions a lot more than I used to [essentially taking notes on what works and what doesn't for our future family]. Considering how much I absolutely detest feeling analyzed, I feel kind of hypocritical in doing this. But this whole candy/dessert difference really has me fascinated so I can't help myself.)
3. Speaking of food, Christmas break has been good to me and I'm finally starting to show. I usually gain weight when I go home (you know, regular meals, not walking to campus anymore, etc.), and I lose it after a few days of normal life. It's weird putting myself in the mindset that I'm supposed to gain weight and not fit into my clothes anymore. Guess I've listened to the subliminal messages of society just like every other woman . . .
4. It's funny: You can be surrounded by people you love, have no real chores, have 3+ delicious meals a day, enjoy comfortable room temperatures, take longer showers, and be surrounded by every book or movie that you might want to read or watch, and yet you still prefer to be at your cold little apartment in your own bed than at your parents' house. Last year my mom told me she was impressed that we survived staying at my parents' house for a week without going crazy, and I didn't see what she was talking about. Now I sort of do, though I'm not sure why it is.
5. I got maternity pants, and I don't know that I'll ever want to go back.
6. I've started making the transition in my mind from a student to a mom, and with that transition has come a desire to be less nerdy. In some ways that's probably a lost cause because I will probably always prefer factoring numbers, reading, and talking to guys to decorating, crafting, and talking to girls (though I still really like Relief Society). However, there might be hope: I recently took this test http://www.innergeek.us/geek-test.html and only scored 14%. So I think I deserve a refund on those brownies I made sophomore year for racking up the most nerd points throughout the semester.
7. I had the chance to watch some TV shows over the break that I hadn't seen before, and I came to the conclusion that I prefer the 2 hour story to the 42 minute or 30 episode story. I don't know what it is about TV shows, but there was something about them that seemed a great deal hokier than movies. Perhaps it's because they don't spend as long developing each episode as movie writers do for movies, or maybe there's a different set of acting skills preferred for TV, but I felt like I haven't really been missing much by not owning a TV.
Well, now you've gotten a little peek into my mind. Soon it will be full of plenty of other stuff, don't worry.
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