Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

Fencing Practice – Pastel on Paper – 16×20 – 2017

This is drawn from a photo of my son and the cub scout troop he is in at fencing practice. The boys in the picture are 8-10 years old, and that’s my boy Jonas in front.

From Jonas 6mo+

Juices for mah boy

Last Saturday, my son woke up around eight at night with some goobers in his eyes. Turns out he had pinkeye. Got some eye drops for him and it cleared up. I warned my coworker who had come over that day with her daughter to watch out for it in case her kid got it.

Last Monday, I went to the doctor because my back was killing me. For my lower back, he cracked it and all was good. For my upper back, he wanted me to start taking my muscle relaxants again. I stopped taking them due to breastfeeding, so now I just get to live with the pain and hope Tylenol will work.

Last Tuesday, I woke up feeling as if I’d swallowed barbed wire. I called off work and slept in. Eventually this great glob of blood and mucus came out of my nose, ( gross) straight from my sinuses. It came out while I was breathing normally, no coughing or blowing. I felt better for a while.

Last Wednesday, I went to work feeling one hundred percent better than I had on Monday. I had to leave early, though, because my son had a fever.

Last Thursday, the guy who sits next to me at work called off. I started having coughing fits. My husband stayed home with our son since he couldn’t go to day care.

Last Friday, I was having coughing fits pretty regularly. I felt fine, except for the coughing.

Yesterday, I couldn’t sleep through the night due to the coughing. I waited until my husband got up and slept fitfully during the morning.

Today, I’m up again for the same reasons, except now I have pinkeye.

My boy loves bananas and BEING UPSIDE DOWN.

New playlist on my youtube account: Jonas

There’s a whole bunch of new Jonas pictures on Picasa.

Also, Jonas now has a twitter. Mostly we’re keeping tack of feedings on it.

Just when I was getting in the art groove again, photoshop craps out on me and I have to wait for it to reinstall again. There’s not even a guarantee it’ll even work right. Time to acquire other image manipulation tools. Capital SIGH.

Since I haven’t posted much since Jonas’s birth, and no art at all in that time, here’s a piece that I still actually like. It’s half-scribble, half detail because I just didn’t want to work on it more than one day. One of the forum members of the Cork Board made a thread in which he said he’d write about any noun or whatever someone posted. “Ashtray” was suggested, and I decided that I was going to draw something based on that after the story was written. The story had nothing to do with the picture, and the picture had nothing to do with the story. Originally done 15 April 2004.

In baby news, babies are babies. True story. This baby o’ mine is so baby-like. Yup. He’s above his birth weight, finally, and eating like a pig. He’s got a habit of pooting up a diaper, and, five minutes after you change it, he poots up another (usually a big poot followed by a little fart of dirtiness). This by itself doesn’t bother me. He’s a baby, he stinks up his pants: that’s what babies do. No, what bothers me about it is that he’ll fart while I’m holding him and just look up at me, directly at my face. If he could talk, I’m sure he’d be asking for praise. He usually gets it, though. This kid has some killer farts. Loud, stinky farts that any beer-gutted NASCAR fan, or sane new parents, would be proud of.

For those wondering, yes, I am enjoying this mom thing. I do get frustrated at times and cry, but I get over it. I’m happy I had a c-section. Sure, there’s surgery ti recover from now, but it’s not like I have to get back to the fields ASAP to make a living and keep this family going. I have plenty of time to recover, and I didn’t have to put Jorenko through hell for 36 hours of labor or however long Jonas would have made me go through. I was 2-3 cm dilated when they took him out, so things were going smoothly; if only he had been facing the right way.

All the feeding advice we’ve been given is based on averages and on the idea that Jonas’ll be hungry all the damn time. He’s hungry, sure, and he eats, but he’s always too sleepy to ask (cry) for more food. We’ve been waking him for feedings, trying to feed him the recommended amount of “2-3 ounces every 2-3 hours.” Two ounces at a time causes him to spit up too much, so we’re trying a schedule of “1 ounce, 1 hour break, 1 ounce, 2 hour break” repeating, with a longer second break at night for sleepies. So far so good; less spit up.
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Exact details to come later.

C-Section scheduled for 4 pm today.

Edit: The exact details came.
Jonas James Jurack
born 4:37pm 3/2/09
7lb 9.3oz
20 inches

Jonas

(originally posted Feb 26, 2009 @ 18:58)
02/27/09 … 03/02/09 … 03/06/09

If my bloodwork turns up anything unusual, 02/27/09.
If my bloodwork is fine and Jonas has returned to normal position by Monday, 03/02/09 (by induction for vaginal birth, so maybe 03/03/09).
If my bloodwork is fine and Jonas remains breech on Monday, 03/06/09 (by c-section).

Two images, related (contain one same character). Originally posted on LJ May 20, 2002 @ 0:41. Secret AGENT Schroe, secret AGENT Schroe . . . Arg, more contractions. Woke up a bunch of times with painless ones, but they still woke me up. I didn’t bother timing them at all last night. Now I’m tweeting them to timestamp them. Gosh, this current one hurts a big more than the others.
BELOW, A CITY NAME THAT AMUSES ME.

Same images, different medium, different text.
My breech baby (who has hair already, I’m told. Yay ultrasounds!) is facing the the wrong way in both ways. It’s like he’s hugging my spine.
I had an extremely painful dream wherein my husband was tickling me so I was too busy gasping and giggling to be able to tell him that he was actually causing me a great deal of pain. When I woke up from it, shortly before the alarm went off, my back was still hurting just as bad.
Breech baby facing the wrong way means every contraction is BACK LABOR.

Hey guys, I got a doctor’s appointment right at 7:30 AM to get some more testing done to see if this baby is killing me or not (so far it’s not). Last night, eating dinner around 6:30, I suddenly and unexpectedly got a migraine that lasted well into the night. After watching House, I took a painkiller and went to bed. Woke up an hour later when Jorenko came to bed. Couldn’t fall back asleep because the painkiller stopped working. Around 1 AM I gave up and took another painkiller, and sat around reading the internet for an hour or so waiting for it to work. It didn’t, so I just went to bed. MIGRAINE IS STILL HERE!
Image is titled Bad Hair Day. Black ink and some metallic “psychedelic” ink.
Update @ 11:54 — I still have a baby in me.

So much to do, so little energy to do it.
Spent overnight in the hospital for observation, everything is looking good.
Might be doomed to bedrest.
Had 36 week ultrasound. Scanner’s downstairs, so pictures of that later.
Sleep now.

Right before we left for vacation, I had my regular check up with my OB. We’d decided long ago that when the time came, we were going to find out if it was a boy or girl. BEHOLD my healthy, kicking-all-the-time boy-in-progress.
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Alright, I’m going to be a completely dorky new mom in this post and share some ideas of what I’m going to do to my kid before s/he’s aware of a mother’s ability to embarrass the hell out of the him/her. Hopefully this will be the only time I do anything along these lines, because I never wanted to become a stupid moodswing-driven love/hatebucket (fucking hormones).

Onesies that are cosplays of some sort. Prints on them that make them look like the outfits of things. Think along the lines of the t-shirt that has a tux-front on it. Lame like that.

A maternity shirt with “ENTIRE TEAM” over my belly while I’m still carrying.

Little plastic nerd shit (mario coins, whatever) instead of generic plastic keys

Nookie that looks like Bowser’s mouth or something equally geeky

possibly give the kid a horribly (but not obviously) nerdy middle name (first names have been chosen, Penelope & Jonas). Middle names considered so far include Arya and other characters from a Song of Ice and Fire.

I’ll update this more when I think of things. If you have any ideas, share.