Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Is this thing on?


I'm pretty much the worst blogger in the history of bloggers. It's been nearly 2 weeks since our last update and since there's frankly just too much to recap, I'll go with my stand-by bullet list to bring us all up to speed:
  • My Doula business is booming. So far, I've met with and taken on nine clients. NINE! In two weeks?!? That's pretty awesome. Of course, it helps that I'm offering services for free; but still, those nine free couples will hopefully become the bedrock of my referrals and references.
  • That's the main reason I've been such a slack blogger. I haven't had my normal "Daddy's home and Mommy gets to read Facebook and putz around on Pinterest blog" time.
  • Thanksgiving happened. In our case, it was "Friendsgiving" since we didn't actually spend time with our family; but more a core group of "orphaned" friends. There's a lot more to say about that and I will do a separate post about it with photos. But in summary: It was awesome
  • My computer broke. Well, actually I should say that my technologically inept mother sent a virus via email to us. Which my husband, who has the mouse-clicking skills of a wildebeest opened by mistake.Long story short- we have been computerless for seven days. That's practically seven YEARS in the blogging world.
  • It seems my slackness in blogging has lost a follower. Boo. We're down to 61. But I have no fear, the cuteness that is my child will win them back. At least, I hope.
  • For the past 5 days, we've been saying that we're going to buy a Christmas Tree. And then we don't. 
  • To counteract that little bit of Holiday Procrastination, Beatrice Kate and I put up some of our indoor house decorations. Beatrice Kate then promptly broke two items; including a Shepard for a manger scene. Jesus may not appreciate that.
  • My husband seems to be channeling his inner Clark Griswold and has spent the past few days planning an elaborate holiday light show for our home's exterior. I sent him to Home Depot for a plastic bin and he came back with two boxes of Roofing Adapters to hold lights to your house. If he times it to music, it's going on You Tube and I'm charging money for spectators.
  • Beatrice Kate has grown leaps and bounds developmentally (as well as physically) over the last two weeks. Practically overnight she's added words and phrases, and can do more things independently (thankyouverymuch) than ever before. I'll do a Slices of Life post soon because it's really quite astounding.
  • That being said, the Durham County Child Development Services folks (fancy speak for: people who tell you where your preemie is at developmentally) are coming next week with a physical therapist. Bea is still toe-walking; and as cute as it is... it's a no-no in the Preemie World. 
  • I'm also having her freakish ability to memorize and repeat sounds evaluated. It's beyond strange.
That's it. I promise, I'll be better at updating this. No matter how busy we get! Can we be friends again?


Wednesday, November 16, 2011

World Prematurity Day: The Holiday that shouldn't have to exist.

When you give birth to a baby who weighs less than two pounds, no one knows what kind of flowers to send. A big congratulatory bouquet of daisies, or an arrangement that strikes a more somber note? Perhaps something pretty, but blue, like hydrangea, or something tiny like a bonsai tree. No baby's breath, since the baby in question is likely to be breathing with the aid of a ventilator. How do you say it with flowers, when what you want to say is, "Congratulations on creating a whole new person! I hope she makes it through the week!" - Alexa Stevenson, Half Baked: The Story of My Nerves, My Newborn and How We Both Learned to Breath
  • 355 M&Ms
  • 7 iPhones
  • 2 cups of coffee
  • A rack of baby back ribs
  • A big can of soup
  • A toaster
  • 2 footballs
  • A quart of 2% milk
  • A desk lamp
  • A one-week-old Rottweiler puppy
What do these things have in common? If you guessed, "Things that weigh the same as Beatrice Kate at birth", you would be right. 2 pounds, 3 ounces. Nine hundred and ninety three grams:

Babies shouldn't be measured in sub-kilos:

Beatrice Kate isn't alone in her struggle with prematurity. Our family, we're not alone either. One in every eight babies in the US is born too early.
That's 1400 families who will begin their NICU Journey by the end of today. That's 1400 new parents who will take the wild ride on the NICU Roller Coaster. Who will be sick to their stomachs every time the phone rings because, "It could be the hospital calling." 1400 is too many. 1 is too many.

Today is World Prematurity Day. A day dedicated to raising awareness to the 13 million babies born prematurely around the world. Hopefully one day, all the attention we're bringing to the increasing prematurity trend today, will help end prematurity and One in Eight can be None in Eight.

It's hard to believe that the same baby who weighed less than a toaster is the very same happy, vibrant, beautiful toddler we have running around here these days. But she is:
And that's because of organizations like March of Dimes, who funded research and education programs that played a vital role in Beatrice Kate's survival during her early days.

So today, we're joining thousands of other bloggers, preemie parents and advocates to Pipe Up for Preemies. We're even wearing purple in honor of Beatrice Kate and all her Preemie Pals. Because, even though our story has a happy ending; many others aren't as lucky.

Prematurity is the number one killer of newborns. And it needs to stop. Soon.
 If you're new to our site, and especially if you are a fellow preemie family just starting your NICU Journey, please know this: You are not alone. The NICU can be a scary place. It is a scary place. But within the walls of medical jargon, alarms, monitors and codes; I hope you can find a sense of community, a sense of family. Reach out to organizations like March of Dimes. Reach out to us. Even if it's just for a shoulder to cry on and you need a fresh box of tissues, or you want someone to celebrate a 25 gram weight gain with...


Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Search for Ms. Doubtfire ...

Making the choice to become a birth doula has been a very easy decision for me in most ways. But in one area, it's turning me into an insomniac because of the anxiety it's causing... childcare while I'm away attending births

The thought of having to leave Beatrice Kate in the care of someone other than my husband or a grandparent or the occasional trustworthy family friend is killing me. Searching for someone who will fit our needs and isn't all "Hand that Rocks the Cradle" is pushing my anxiety and OCD to it's outer most limits.

As it turns out, finding a nanny isn't at all like finding a dog sitter.With the dogs, we just hired a college student who seemed stable enough not to steal our stuff and wasn't too drunk the night before for an early morning Let Out for the pups. With our kid, practically every person who responds to our ad seems like a pervert, or a child abuser, or a textaholic in hiding.

I really want to believe that the sweet girl who's majoring in child psychology and has fourteen years experience with four Gold Star references isn't some freak behind closed doors. But the truth is, I'm just having a hard time with the thought of Beatrice Kate being alone with anyone we don't really know.

I'm only half kidding about asking for a finger print, DNA swab and a full, intrusive and personal, background check on some of these girls. I wonder if the Federal Government does consulting work on the side...

Then add to that the fact that if I can't find a flexible, suitable in-home nanny option, I may be looking at a drop-in preschool. And well, all my Preemie Mamas know the fear that The P-Word strikes in our hearts. Preschool equals Germs equals Hospital for Former Preemies.

To a Preemie Mom, preschools are filled with kids that run around all day with snotty noses and hacking coughs. The ones that sneeze into their little germy hands and rub it on the toy kitchen that my kid is playing with...even the mental image is enough to make me pump out a few squirts of Anti-bacterial Gel now. Blah.

You see where I'm going...Prematurity and Attachment Parenting have coupled together to form a Ball of Crazy Worry for me and I'm just not sure what we're going to do. Maybe I can just sneak Bea into the labor and delivery rooms in my Doula Bag. I'm sure no one will notice the tantrum coming from behind the zipper, right?


Tuesday Tid Bits ...

Time for another random mishmash of stuff going on around here...
  • Finally, I have a name and a web site for my newly established doula business. "Birth Right" Doula Services (click here for link), is up and running! 
  • Speaking of being a doula, I met with my first client last night and I have meetings every night this week and next setting up new relationships! It's a nice mixture of home births, Birthing Center births and hospital births. I'll be a birth attending fool for the next few months. 
  • Also, I've been in contact with some really great companies who are going to start supplying samples, coupons and demo products for me to share with my clients! I'll be like the Santa Claus of the Doula World.
  • All of that is the main reason that our blog has been seriously lacking in any kind of "meaty" content. We've just been SO busy the last month and it's only getting more hectic as the holiday season approaches. Somebody hold me.
  • I think our dogs are mentally challenged. Last night I opened our back door to find Arnold, the 15 year old, barking at the ground. The ground!?!? Weirdo.
  • This week, I'll be heading over to our church to help the Women's Group bake Moravian Sugar Cake. You know, because we're Moravian and being Moravian has it's perks. Like getting the inside scoop on one of the best kept recipes in the world. 
  • We're making all that sugar cake for Candle Tea, held on Dec. 3 at the church, Raleigh Moravian. If you're local, regardless of your religious beliefs, clear your calendar and come to this. It is 1000% worth the time and you'll get free cake, Moravian cookies and overly sugared, Moravian coffee.
  • We Moravians like sweet things, can you tell?
  • Our next door neighbor is most definitely a peeper. If you're friends with me on Facebook then you already know that last week he used a ladder to get on our roof to "blow leaves" (yea, don't even get me started on that either) but he lingered a little too long on the ladder NEXT TO MY BATHROOM WINDOW. Then on Friday, I've seen him randomly stand in his windows looking into our house. 
  • We're getting a 10 foot privacy fence installed at the first of the year and until then, I'll be installing blackout curtain in every room that faces his house. Pervert.
  • Beatrice Kate ate nearly two whole fillets of Tilapia last night. By herself. She loves fish and it's so easy to make that I don't mind at all making it in bulk for her.
  • It was nice enough outside last night that Casey took Bea on a bike ride. When I got home, she reported to me that "BeaBea and Dada go zoom." Presh.
  • Each night for the last month or so, I've been singing a little song we made up just before we put Bea to bed. Now, she's decided that she has to hear the song before she can even go in her room and starts demanding, "Song. Song, Mama."
  • Have I mentioned lately how amazing that kid is?
So there it is. I feel like our family has been going a million miles an hour and I simply don't have the time or energy for a super thoughtful blog post these days.

But don't worry, tomorrow I'll be back with an extra special post for the first ever World Prematurity Day. 'Cause I can't let National Prematurity Awareness Month fly by unmentioned, you know.


Sunday, November 13, 2011

Oh, Your FAH-THUR...

Beatrice Kate has discovered a way to simultaneously break her father's heart and make her mother bust out laughing...She's started calling her Daddy by his first name.

At first, we thought it was just a fluke. Our Little Mockingbird mimicking her Grandma:
Grandma: Case, do you want me to change her diaper?
Beatrice Kate: Case. Case? Dada.

A week later, she started saying, "Case!" whenever Casey would leave the house for work. Surely she wasn't calling him that, right? She knows Dada. "Dad" was one of her first word, if not THE first word.

Sadly, there's no denying it now. As her Daddy comes home from work these, she greets him with an emphatic, "There's CASE!" And when he's at work or yesterday morning, at church, she asks me, "Case go bye?" Or, she'll run behind him begging for his attention or help with something by saying, "Case. Case! CASE-Y. HELP."

Casey wants me to take a moment to re-emphasize how upset this makes him. Each time she refuses to call him "Daddy" or "Dad" or even, "Da"; a little piece of his heart is broken a little more. He tries to correct her by suggesting words that sound similar:
Beatrice Kate: "Case. Help, peez" (Casey, help me please) and hand overs something for him to fix...
Casey: Why yes, I do use keys to drive my car.

Beatrice Kate: "That's Case! I see you, Case!"
Casey: I see you Beatrice Kate. And I see the flower vase here on the table.

I, on the other hand, am not so dramatic. I think it's hilarious. At least, until she's thirteen and is screaming, "Ashley, you're so uncool." But that'll never happen, right?


Thursday, November 10, 2011

Take back of the Moley Land ...

My father, Daddy, is one of my favorite people in the world. 99% of the time he's one of the most chilled out, 'Que Sera, Sera' people I know:
Lover of Nature and Lover of Life.
 And in that 1% of the time he's not Zen, there are only a handful of things that get him riled up. Family, for starters, is big with him. His job, is another; though, he has an amazing ability to leave work at the doorstep each day. And strangely enough, his yard maintenance ranks high on the list of "Things that have the ability to irritate".
Is that ragweed I see in my petunias?!?

I should clarify and say that Lawn Maintenance isn't so much the stressor for him; in fact, he typically de-stresses each day by leaf blowing the pool deck. It's things that disrupt his Maintained Maintenance that can cause issues. Things like leaves on the deck, weeds in the flower beds, moles in the yard ...
Dun. Dun. Duuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnn.

Wait. Let me go back and set the scene: First, you should know that Daddy loves (and I mean loves) his brick patio edgers. Maybe he draws serenity from their perfectly aligned arrangements or maybe he's the genetic link to my OCD. Who knows.

During my most recent visit, as I was drying my hair one morning, Daddy rushed in the bathroom with sweat on his brow, dress shirt sleeves rolled up, coffee cup in hand (it's the little things) and says, "Get outside, now. You've gotta see this." "This" was well, this:
Those pavers should be at EXACTLY 94.6 degrees!

A mole had struck at Stately Rankin Manor. And as any good OCD suffer knows, you just can't ignore interrupted chaos. So, dress slacks and all, Mandrake, my father, got down to the business of re-straightening edgers and stomping down Mole Holes. It was a site to be seen:
Re-enactment for photographic purposes...

"Can you believe that sucker?", my dad asked. "I can't believe he (the mole) knocked down my edgers." As I tired to reassure Daddy that I don't think moles are discriminating in their destruction, he headed off to work.

Fast forward to lunch, Daddy comes home and this is what he's greeted with:
What the....

The mole had returned and this time, he declared war. Not knowing who he (the mole) was messing with (my "not going to let it rest" Father) it was Game. On. Poolside. And so, back to the straightening and hole stomping:
That evening, when Daddy returned home from work for the day, before even taking off his tie he was in the backyard, for Mole-Gate 2011. The mole did not disappoint:
 This time, he not only re-knocked down every. single. edger he previously did work on, he moved it on over to the next flower garden's edgers. That sneaky bast mole:
Working with time-limited options during the busy work-week, Daddy and the mole played "You Next" all week long:

Touché mole, touché

That weekend, after I returned home and Daddy had time to visit his local garden and lawn care store, Mount Holly Farm Supply, I received this image via text message from my Father:
 With the message: If this doesn't work, I'm buying dynamite.

As it turns out, The Molemover did not, in fact, work. And to really get rid of moles, for good, you have to get rid of the grubs that the eat in the soil. It's sort of like the book, "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie"... except, in this story Mr. Mole will be meeting his maker sooner than later if he keeps up Operation De-Edger.


Wednesday, November 9, 2011

What I'm loving Wednesday ...

Yay for Wednesday! Here's my list for the week (it's kinda long, so I'll keep this short)...

First up, I'm loving that today, I'm hosting our neighborhood playgroup at our house for the first time. The new house is super small, but pretty toddler friendly so it should be a lot of fun!

I'm loving that I just completed my DONA training to become a Certified Birth Doula and I've already got five births lined up from December until April! The more I get into the "Birth World", the more I feel like it's where I belong.

I'm loving this new book:
It's written by Jon Bennion, husband to a dear Blog Friend, Jessi, about their son, Miracle Jack and his birth and journey through the NICU. You can read the first three chapters online, and I'm sure you'll be like me and wipe your eyes full of tears want order your own copy, stat. I'm secretly hoping one day Jessi and her family will decide to up and move across the country from their glorious, beautiful home in Montana, to well, North Carolina...What? We have beaches and mountains, you guys. It could TOTALLY happen.

I'm loving Mommy Blogger, Amber Dusick, and her web site, Parenting: Illustrated with Crappy Pictures:

Just click the link and spend some time there. I nearly wet my pants laughing so hard.

I'm (still) loving that in just two weeks, we'll be taking some updated family pictures with one of my favorite local photographers, Laura Simson. I've been busy planning our "coordinating but not matching" outfits... and I'm still convincing my husband that real men wear teal.

I'm loving these new boots that I just ordered from (sorry the photo is so blurry, I don't know why I can't get a better image!) :

The best part is that everything on the site is $39.95, and your first order is 50% off. So these boots? They were only $19.95! You can't find cheap boots like this anywhere, and they even fit over my fattie fattie calves.

I'm loving my Pinterest finds for the past few weeks:

I think that about does it for this week... what's on your Love Lists this Wednesday?!?


Tuesday, November 8, 2011

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas ...

Ok, so maybe not so much A LOT like it; but the Holiday Season is definitely lurking right around the corner these days. For a Christmas-Junkie like myself... I welcome the lights and trees edging out Halloween decorations in local stores.

And I'm already giddy thinking about planning our family's Seasonal Photoshoot; especially when I look back to last year's images:

And even though the new house might not have the ceiling clearance for a 12-foot repeat of last year's tree, there is almost certainly going to be one tradition we'll carry regardless of where we live- Holiday Cards. I love, love, love to give and receive cards each year. I may or may not actually mail out cards, for the sole purpose of getting one back.

I take a lot of pride in displaying my our cards. The extra-special cards earn a special spot on our Christmas Tree, right next to the ornaments. At the end of the season, I carefully wrap them up and save them for the next year. Don't worry, the others we receive each year are taped to a main doorway so everyone can see how popular we are our collection; and we save those too! In a few years, you might see me on Hoarders: Buried Alive by The Holidays because of this collection.

Anyway this year, if you're on our Christmas Card Mailing List, be on the look out for even more special Postal Treat from us. That's because for this Card Season, we're partnering with Tiny Prints for a set of beautiful cards.

The people at Tiny Prints have clearly read my mind because as I was scanning their site trying to narrow down my choices for this year's cards, I stumbled on these:
A card and an ornament?!? Mind? Blown.

So what if you're not a cardament kind of person? They've got your back too and offer a huge (and really, I mean huge) selection of cards which YOU can choose their shapes and sizes.

I love that in addition to the traditional Holiday colors, they also feature more contemporary themes (yes, the Cardament falls into that category). These ain't your Grandma's Christmas cards:
I think all Christmas cards should have balloons. Jesus' birthday is a celebration you know...

I'm totally stealing this photo idea...

Especially good choice for Indecisive Weirdos like me.
So, want to know the best part about this Tiny Print deal?! They don't just want to partner with me (I know, I was shocked too!). In fact, if you have a blog; you could score 50 free Holiday Cards for your family too!! Just click this link and sign-up. Tiny Prints will get back to you and you'll be on your way to Holiday Happiness too!

*While Tiny Print is supplying me with 50 free cards for this post, the opinions expressed are entirely my own. I am, in fact, just a bizarre human who likes to decorate her tree with cards and feels totally validated by the number of cards hanging on my door frame each year. So there. Now you know.


Thursday, November 3, 2011

Friday Confessionals: One and Done


Since it's been a few weeks since the last Friday Confessional, I thought we might have another go at it... what do you say?

This week, I'm confessing that deep-down I am a little jealous of the several of my friends who have recently announced their second pregnancies (or attempts at getting pregnant). To clarify, it's not that I'm jealous of their babies, or even of their pregnancies. It's more that I'm jealous of the fact that they're able to get pregnant without thinking or dwelling on the "What Ifs".

Bea and I were recently at a playgroup, and a mother announced that she and her husband, "Pulled the goalie" and were going to let fate decide if there would be a second child in their family. I smiled and said, "That's great!", because I am truly happy for them, and wish them the best in their future family plans.

But on the inside, I was thinking, "We could never think like that; but Lord, I wish we could."

It's not a secret: Beatrice Kate will most likely be our only child. And that's an intentional decision. Intentional because of those dark, lurking "What Ifs" that "normal parents" never give a second thought to. However, as preemie parents; especially as preemie parents who have the potential to be "second-time preemie parents"... another pregnancy scares the crap out of us.

Questions like: "What if I don't make it full-term again", "What if we have another NICU stay" unfortunately take center stage in our family planning discussions now. I think of all the things that Prematurity robbed from us as a family... that sense of security (even if it was false) is the thing I miss most. Before prematurity happened to us, we were blissfully ignorant of all the things that can go wrong. 

That said, Casey and I do talk a lot about the possibility of having another baby someday. For us, and I imagine it's similar for other NICU families, it's really hard to sort out our desires for another baby from our desires (and hopes) for a normal, healthy pregnancy. I've said it before but I truly mourned the loss of my third trimester.

On the flip side of this though, Beatrice Kate is pretty freaking spectacular. And, she more than makes up for any inklings we might have to produce a sibling anytime soon. So for now, I'll just ooo and ahhh over the beautiful, tiny, squishy new babies I'll see as a doula. And then, come home to my raucous, rascally, amazing little girl and be thankful for what I do have, instead of dwelling on what I think I should have ...

What's your confessional this week?  Now it's your turn to come clean with just one measly way that your life is perfectly imperfect...

There are only two rules to this link-up:
1) Please don't go confessing to anything majorly serious (like, oh, I don't know; a felony)
2) Be sure to link back to our blog and include the handy-dandy blog button at the top of the page (Just highlight the code, press Ctl+C, and copy into you "Edit HTML" tab)

**If you don't have a blog, but still want to participate, leave your confession in the Comments section below! And, even if you're not a mom or a homemaker, I'm sure there are still a few ways which your life isn't always hot dates and fancy dinners, right? Oh, please tell me that's the truth!


Wednesday, November 2, 2011


For more Halloween Cuteness, check out yesterday's post here.

There are a lot of reasons we moved to our neighborhood in Durham, NC. It's close to Casey's office, it's pedestrian friendly, we really love Durham. The list goes on and on. Now, we can add something else to this list:
This house had a sign AND a balloon. They were practically fishing for toddlers.

Toddler-Ween. An event sponsored by our neighbor-neighborhood, Old West Durham, in which houses allow parents of toddlers the opportunity to Trick-or-Treat, without fear of their little ones being trampled to death by The Naughty Nurse or Freddy Kruger-costumed teenagers. As an added bonus, most of these houses handed out toddler appropriate treats (we'll get to that in a second).

Once I got wind of this Parade of Adorableness, there was no way we were going to miss it. Even sub-zero temperatures and rain showers couldn't stop us; 'cause I'm a responsible parent like that. So at 4 p.m. on the nose, Casey came home early from work and Beatrice Kate was dressed and ready to hit the town for some candy:
Did you say CANDY?
Well, after a few photo opportunities for Mama:
I swear, she was smiling like .002 seconds before this picture was taken.
I thought you guys said we were going to get some candy?! Let's go already.
At first, the rain was simply not okay with her:
You guys, this is practically child abuse.
But eventually, we just kept saying "candy" enough that she decided to go see what the fuss was about:
I die of cuteness overload over this shot. The tail is simply too much.
Bea has been really funny lately about taking things from people other than Mommy or Daddy. So, when presented the a giant bowl of candy from a stranger, Girlfriend was a little unsure of what to do:
Oh, Gee. Um, Let's see here. What am I supposed to do again?
But when she saw another Costumed Toddler approaching, she finally made a selection:
You'll have to wait your turn, Pumpkin. I want to be sure I choose the best one for myself.
Of course, after she selected one of her favorites (M&Ms), she insisted on sampling it. Rightthatsecond:
Despite the early candy deposits, the best part of Todder-Ween for Beatrice Kate, was by far the selection of "Toddler Treats" handed out. One house gave her a straw. To a normal different kid, this might be kinda lame. But for Bea, it was practically the Jackpot:
This is the best day of my life.
Once she realized that this whole "Strangers handing stuff out to me" gig was pretty sweet, she was all about it and demanded to walk most of the route. Despite the rain. And the wind. And the cold. She's a trooper like that:
Unfortunately for her, her Mama isn't so rough and tumbled and we called it quits after a few blocks. Still, her take for the night was pretty sweet:

And for a toddler who 1) never really gets candy 2) rarely even gets fruit juice; initially she was all:

What's not pictured here are: a clementine (because she ate it, peel and all, before we rounded the block), a Tootsie Roll pop (which was confiscated once she ate through the wrapper and widdled it down to the chewy center), and a homemade cookie (because, really? Who hands out baked goods these days? Do those people not watch the news?!? Parents have been scared into thinking there's LSD baked into it and screen candy these days for things like that.).

Shortly after Beatrice Kate surveyed her loot, I found her like this:
Yep, that's M&M dribble down the front of that costume.
And her perspective on her Trick-or-Treat stash looked more like this:

So, we gave in and gave her a few fruit chews and four more M&Ms and then she proceeded to run around the house like a lunatic. Then, it was bathtime, because her feet? They were kinda gross (and probably really, really cold):
Note to self: Shoes need to be a part of next year's costume.
And, after bath and the sugar-high had worn off, Bea decided to snuggle-in to Mama's robe for her last milk cup of the night. Which, of course, I happily obliged. Because, sometimes, you have to make sacrifices for your children:
Seriously. Sweetest. Baby. EV-AR.
We think Beatrice Kate had a pretty fantastic first Trick-or-Treating experience, despite the crappy Carolina weather. Tuesday morning, she woke up and asked to wear the "Cat Hat":
Yea, girl. You're lookin' good.

And then, proceeded to wear it most of the day:
Ok. Really? This is just gettin' kinda weird.

She's unique. That's for sure.