June 25, 2006

Visit Me At My New Home

When I royally screwed up last week and lost my entire blog, I decided to take the opportunity to explore other options and found one that seems to work a bit better for me.

Please take a moment to visit, bookmark, comment on, and visit again and again at my new website!

Hope to hear from you!!

June 24, 2006

Take the Money and Run

After arriving in D.C. this afternoon, I was excited to find out that my girlfriend with whom I was meeting up had invited two of her friends who live here in the city to have dinner with us. It's so nice to be with locals - I just love going to big cities and hanging out and eating where the locals and NOT the tourists hang out and eat.

Sitting on the rooftop of The Washington Hotel, over looking the city, somehow we got on the topic of getting married. Note that I was the only married person of the four of us, however two of the women have been married in the past. They both mentioned that, had they the ability to relive their wedding experience, they would have eloped and not had the big fancy wedding.

My husband and I eloped. We took the money and ran. My dad always said that if I chose to elope rather than have a big wedding, he'd give me a fat check. I've since learned that his definition of 'fat check' is a bit different than mine, but nevertheless, that money helped buy our house and I've never regretted our decision.

These days, many women are waiting until they are in their thirties to get married - as opposed to when our parents were younger and the thing to do was to get married in your early twenties. I was 35 when I got married and the idea of a traditional wedding, dressed in a traditional wedding gown, cutting a cake, the first dance .. all of it .. seemed more like I'd be playing dress up and I'd look sillier than hell because I'm too damn old to play dress up. I did not, even for one second, hesitate at the idea of eloping - of course, it helped that we eloped in Hawaii. On the beach. At sunset. The most romantic sunset EVER.

Because my dad had often offered up the idea of giving me money if I chose to elope, I don't think it came to a surprise to my mom that I would actually take him up on that offer. Five years earlier, when my brother got married to a whore from whom he is now divorced (YAY!), my mom planned that wedding. His whore-fiance didn't have a relationship with her mother, so my mom stepped in and planned - and paid for - the entire thing. She loved it because she loved to plan parties. I remember telling her to enjoy every single moment because I didn't want that kind of a wedding. Looking back, I am happy that she had the chance to plan the wedding of one of her two children, even if it was her son's wedding and not her daughter's.

What works for one person certainly doesn't always work for the next. That's the beauty in all of this. We can each do what works best for us. I'm just here to share my experience because hey, it's my blog and I can. And my experience based on the ten times I've been a bridesmaid is that weddings are stressful, expensive, stressful, expensive, and over before you know it. I look back on my inexpensive stress-free wedding day and I don't have any stories about the fights with my bridesmaids, the caterer that sucked, or the photographer that was an asshole, or my Aunt Lilly who got too drunk and caused a scene with Uncle Joe.

Of course, I also don't have oodles of wedding gifts as a result. But that's actually a good thing in my case. After all, as I mentioned, I was 35 years old when I got married. I had my own coffee maker already. And my own set of dishes. The only thing I didn't have was monogrammed bath towels - but I think those are silly anyways, so no biggie there. What I do have is an amazing memory, and a beautiful home for my family as a result of our decision to take the money and run away!

June 23, 2006

D.C. Bound

As the HR Manager for a single location company, I rarely get to travel. The one exception each year takes place in June when I get to attend that Society of Human Resource Management (SHRM) convention for five days. This year, I’m headed to D.C.

I’m excited and apprehensive all at the same time. Excited because I’ve never been to D.C. before. Apprehensive because I hate to fly. HATE to fly. So much so that I have my very own prescription of Valium to help ease my anxiety. Having never taken Valium before I was worried about taking it for the first time on an airplane especially because I’m traveling alone, so I decided to take a trail run this week. Luckily, no problems – so I feel much relief because of the fact that I have this little bottle to carry with me that, I hope, will get me through the ordeal of flying with as little anxiety as possible.

The thought of being away from V and the Husband for five days has me both excited and apprehensive as well. Excited because it’s five days of no family obligations … I can take a nap every afternoon if I so desire!! Apprehensive because I worry that my husband will forget to change V’s diaper, or forget to feed him, or forget to make sure V drinks enough water since it’s supposed to be nearly 110-degrees here this weekend. I’m sure it will be just fine – and I’m also sure I’m not the only mom out there that feels no one can take care of her baby as well as she can. No one. Not even said baby’s dad.

So I have high hopes for D.C. I hope to learn a thing or ten in my convention. I hope to take a few good long naps. I hope to see some sights. I hope to spend uninterrupted time trying to get my blog completely moved over from blogger to wordpress. I’m not worried about the naps or sights. It’s anyone’s guess about the blog. We’ll see how that goes. Wish me luck.

June 22, 2006

Three Days to Potty Train?

I’ve said it here before, and I’ll say it again, I’m trying not to stress about potty training and the fact that my two and a half year old is showing no interest. Zero. Zip. Nada-damn bit.

I know that V will NOT be a ten year old still wearing diapers. Logically I know this. I don’t believe in pushing him until he’s ready and the kid just isn’t showing any signs of being ready. He, in fact, announced to me that he likes his diapers. Oy.

A girlfriend recently gave me a 16-or-so page document about potty training in three days time. Have you heard of this? Has any of you tried it? I’ve read through the document and I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it. The basic concept is that on day one you throw all of your diapers away and put underwear on your child. No training pants – only real underwear. Then, you give the child as much liquid as the kid will consume. Naturally, this will result in frequent urination and, being that you need to stay close to your child the entire three days, you will see when he/she begins to urinate. At that point, you pick him/her up and carry him/her to the potty. Should the child finish the duty in the potty, you celebrate and celebrate big. This lady suggests that at some point during the three days, after your child has had enough of peeing on him/herself that it will click and they will forever be potty trained (with the exception of a few accidents now that then).

The girlfriend that gave me the document swears by it and tells me she has six friends that all had success. Three days. All it takes. Doesn’t sound so bad, does it? More than anything, I’m having a hard time coming up with three consecutive days during which we have little or no plans to leave the house … perhaps I should have considered this in the middle of winter instead!

I would really, really LOVE to hear your input on this. Anyone?

June 19, 2006


... so I had a bit of spare time on my hands tonight and thought I'd try my hand at customizing this blog. In the process, I completely screwed it up and lost what little customization I had to begin with.

Please bear with me as I rebuild.

It's likely going to take awhile as I'm quite obviously technically challenged!

A Boy and his Peanut

Two weeks beyond his two-and-a-half-years on this Earth, and it happened. My son stuck his very first foreign object up his nose. And it stuck.

I was busily preparing his lunch, looking forward to it’s completion so that we could both take a much-needed nap, when he came up to me and said:

“Help me!” (pointing to his nose)

“What’s the matter honey?”

“Peanut stuck!”


Peanut STUCK! Help MEEEE!”

Yep. There it was in all it’s glory. An entire peanut. Stuck.



“Blow harder”

(blows harder. Nothing)

After lots of tears on his part, and about ten seconds shy of giving up and driving him to urgent care, I finally got it out. I knelt down and explained to him that we don’t stick anything up our nose. Ever.

Five minutes later …

“Help me, Mama”

“What’s the matter, V?”

“Peanut stuck. This nose” (pointing to his other nostril)

I kneel down and look up his nose.

“Just kidding, Mama!”

Great. I have a prankster already.

June 17, 2006

A Warm Welcome to My New Renter

Please take a moment to get to know a bit about my renter, Jess, from North Georgia. Like me, she's a mom. Unlike me, she's expecting (me ... hopefully soon!).

Scroll down and read the post entitled "I Wasn't an Angel". I did and it got me thinking about when I was a teenager and all the trouble I gave my parents. It's certainly one of the reasons that I always say that I don't want to be a mother to a girl. I'm sure you're all familiar with the old saying "payback's a bitch"? 'Nuf said!

I, too, was no angel growing up. I had the bad-boy boyfriend that my parents hated. I probably wouldn't have dated him as long as I did (9 years) if it weren't for my mother. Because I was a teenager I was bound and determined to prove that I could do whatever I wanted on my own terms. And because she told me she didn't want me dating him, I did. More for that reason that anything else, looking back. I smoked cigarettes. Smoked pot. Lied about where I was going and who I was with. Drank beer with my friends. I got caught doing most of this and was always grounded.

Ahhh, a trip down memory lane ... thanks to my renter, Jess. Make sure to pay her a visit!!

The Dance

The Husband and I go through our ups and downs. During the downs we can't seem to stand to be around each other. Our fights are always about the same topics and, as I've recently discovered, they are like a dance. An uncoordinated, out-of-rhythm dance, but a dance none-the-less. Here's an example:

Step One
He: Pissed off because he thinks I don't appreciate how much work he does around the house.

Me: Pissed off because he can't focus on one project and complete it without first starting ten other projects. Hence, we always have a zillion unfinished projects.

Step Two
He: Argues with me. Throws in minor insults, which we both know he doesn't mean but he says because he's mad.

Me: Same as above

Step Three
He: Repeat Step Two

Step Four
Me: Clams up. Lets him vent. Doesn't say much. Doesn't argue with him - makes sure he gets it all out. I let most things pass, but every once in awhile he says something that I completely and totally disagree with in which case we find ourselves back at Step Two.

Step Five
He: Eventually softens and cools down. Starts to understand my original point of view. Apologizes.

Step Six
He: Next day. Tells me how bad he feels about conversation the night before and apologizes yet again.

I wonder if most couples have some sort of dance to the way they argue or disagree? So long as the dance doesn't include physical harm, I'm guessing it's probably a good thing ....

June 15, 2006

Nose Pickies

A few nights ago V found his way in to our bed in the middle of the night. Yes, we’re still dealing with that issue, although not nearly as often thank goodness! It wasn’t until the next day that I was having dinner with my girlfriends that I remembered something that occurred in the middle of the night.

At some point, V woke me up from a hard sleep to inform me that he had “nose picky” on his finger. That finger, pointed about two inches from my face, displayed quite a large booger on it. I took it from him, disposed of it in a Kleenex next to my bed, and less than 30 seconds later we were both fast asleep again.

Remembering this incident over dinner caused a discussion to break out regarding kids and boogers. One girlfriend shared that her son had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night, picking his nose, and wiping the boogers on the wall. Another friend chimed in that her son did the same thing. Both commented on how difficult it was to remove dried nose boogies from a wall … practically requiring a putty knife and sometimes removing paint in the process. I laughed and quietly thank God that I’ve yet to experience that.

Did I mention that this conversation with the girls took place LAST NIGHT?

So guess what V proudly pointed out to me this morning when I went in to his bedroom. That’s right … “nose pickies on the wall”. The kid’s timing is un.be.lieve.able.

June 14, 2006

Premium Plus Ten Percent

My husband and I are not rich. We're not even comfortable enough financially to allow me to stay home with my son. We both need to work. It's our reality and we're okay with it.

Although we had never lived paycheck to paycheck, since having a child, we've found ourselves in new territory. In our late 30's and early 40's and suddenly living paycheck to paycheck so that we're sure to save enough money for education for our children and retirement for ourselves. Budget. That's our word of the day everyday.

One of the larger items in our budget is daycare for our son. As I've mentioned before on this blog, he's at a Montessori School and I couldn't be happier. It's not perfect - but I'm okay with that because I don't believe there's a 'perfect' option out there for those of us that have to send our child to daycare. But it's pretty darn wonderful. And V loves, loves, loves it there.

A few weeks ago we were informed that we would be facing 10% increase in fees for daycare services. Ten percent. Maybe it's just me - a first time mom who has never experienced this before - but ten percent seems like an outrageous amount all at once. Would have been easier to swallow in increments or something. Outrageous is the word that came to mind also because about a year ago we experienced a change in ownership. Upon meeting the new owners, one of the things she said to us was that we are paying premium rates at our school ... and now we're paying premium plus ten percent.

This news has prompted me to look around and see what else is out there. Options. They're always good to investigate now and then, right?

I've now toured three different daycare options - none of which are Montessori. I'm going to tour two more, including the pre-school at our current school. So far all I've learned is that yes, we are paying a premium plus ten percent for the care of our child. But we are getting what we're paying for.

So, it appears that we are going to continue paying a premium plus ten percent so that our child can continue with premium care. No question it's worth it. And the Husband and I will cut back in other areas to make it happen. No question.

June 13, 2006

A List of Sevens

I saw this on the blog entitled Time Flutters By. Since she invited others to play along, I decided to oblige ... enjoy! And let me know if you, too, decide to play along!

7 Things I’d Like to do Before I Die:
1. Live in Italy – if even for a month
2. Live long enough to experience grandmotherhood – and hopefully long enough to celebrate the wedding days of my future grandchildren
3. Take a cross country road trip
4. Spend a Christmas in New York City
5. Finish the quilt I’ve been working on for six years
6. Own a convertible
7. Work for myself

7 Things I Can’t Do:
1. Figure out a way to work from my home and still make enough money to pay the bills, while spending more time with my son … any suggestions out there???
2. Organize the clutter in my life
3. Curl my tongue
4. Get back down to my pre-baby weight
5. Grow my hair all one length … I look hideous
6. Keep my opinion to myself
7. Have lunch with my mother

7 Things That Attracted Me to My Spouse:
1. He made me laugh
2. His values
3. His sense of adventure
4. His ability to fix just about anything
5. His intelligence
6. His silly nicknames for me
7. His love of my mom

7 Things I Often Say:
1. “You’re the cutest kid in the whole wide world”
2. “I don’t know where you left your car keys”
3. “I’m exhausted”
4. “Sorry?”
5. “Andiamo”
6. “Basta!”
7. “Oh dear Lord!”

7 Movies I Could Watch Over and Over Again
1. Pretty Woman
2. Grease
3. When Harry Met Sally
4. Shawshank Redemption
5. Any Sex and the City episode, even though it’s not a movie
6. Step Mom
7. Wedding Crashers

The original list I found asked for 7 books I love, but I don’t really have time to read anymore, so I made up my own topic …

7 Careers I Would Love to Have:
1. Teacher
2. Singer (too bad I can’t hold a tune!)
3. Personal Assistant to Steve Jobs
4. The person who tries on the shoes for the shoe designers – to make sure they’re comfortable and everything
5. A travel writer
6. Event planner on a cruise ship … in Europe or the Carribean
7. Wine making

June 11, 2006

Lump in my Throat

As I often do on Sunday afternoons, I drove down to see family today. I spent the better part of the day with my Great Aunt Christine, baking bread. She's 92 years old and can no longer see. Other than her sight, she has been in excellent health. It's just been in the last month or so that I've noticed that she has been getting confused - about people, about dates, about events, about memories. It's inevitable, I realize - but sad none the less. She's currently my oldest living relative on my dad's side of the family - my grandmother's sister - and I desperately want to hold on to her as long as I can. I'm praying for many, many more days of bread baking with Auntie Christine.

Baking homemade Lebanese bread and not taking any of it to my dad would be like jumping in a pool and not getting wet. It just can't happen. I arrived at my dad's house - bread in hand - on a mission this afternoon. In just over a month our family will be celebrating something big. It's the 30th year anniversary of our Annual Family Campout. This is the single most memorable event of my childhood. Our entire family and close family friends - over 70 people - attend this event the third weekend of July every single year. My aunt and unlce have graciously hosted this event at their home, which is located in beautiful Loma Mar, year after year.

For the 30th anniversary I thought it would be nice to get them a special gift. Because I'm addicted to family photos and Snapfish, I want to have a set of coffee mugs made with photos from our campout from over the years. I've got my work cut out for me because I don't even know exactly where the old photos are located. I spent nearly three hours at my dad's house tonight looking for them to no avail. I'm not giving up. I'll get on the phone tomorrow and contact my many relatives to get copies of theirs ...

My dad's fiance came over and made us dinner tonight - and this is where my lumpy throat comes in. For the first time, I felt uneasy around her tonight. She didn't do or say anything to make me feel this way. It's all me.

I'm afraid of the future, frankly - and going through some of my parents old photos today brought it all to the surface. She and my dad will be combining households sometime within the next year. This means that my family memories - belongings that are special to me because they remind me of my parents, or because my mom collected them, will be going to live with her. That's fine - I truly have no issue with that. But what happens - hopefully many years from now - if my dad happens to pass away before she does? He is older than her (only five years, thank God!), and so the odds are against him outliving her. What happens then? Do I waltz in to her house and take back everything that belonged to him and my family? Wouldn't that be mean? Or, do I wait until she passes away and simply trust that her kids won't steal my family momentos from me? I've met her kids exactly once so far - so I don't yet know them well enough to trust them. But even if I did know them well, I've experienced enough death in my life to know how it changes people. After my maternal grandmother passed away, my aunt (my mom's sister) became a raging bitch and wanted every single thing that my grandmother owned. She didn't want to share a thing with the rest of the family. She went so far as to get in an argument with my mother over a set of wine glasses that belonged to my paternal grandmother and were given to my maternal grandmother from my mother with the understanding that they would one day be given to me. My aunt actually tried to take them - and my aunt's normally a very nice, very mellow woman. But the unexpected death of her mother turned temporarily changed her. Her grief led to her wanting desperately to hold on to every material item that she could possibly grab.

Anyway - I just get a lump in my throat every time I think about it. I did mention something to my dad tonight, and luckily he took it well. I requested that he allow me to come over and document everything that he takes to their new home so that many, many years from now when I have to try to remember what belonged to our family, I'll have help via the photos and documentation. I was relieved to hear that he had thought of doing the same thing himself.

My fear is that this lump in my throat is putting off a negative vibe, if you will, towards my dad's fiance. It may have been my over-sensitivity, but I felt a bit akward around her tonight for the first time.

I am truly, truly happy that my dad has fallen in love with this wonderful woman - I really am. I'm just scared. Terrified, really. And praying that this feeling will pass.

June 08, 2006

Things Aren't Always As They Appear

During my hour drive to Stockton to visit my cousins today, I found myself thinking about one of my cousins in particular. She and I are the same age and grew up together. She married ten years before I did, which resulted in the two of us having very different lives and thereby drifting apart. It wasn't until I became a mom that the two of us have become close again - vowing to make sure that our kids grow up knowing each other and spending lots of time together.

Some people seem to have it all - and my cousin is one of those people. She's beautiful inside and out. People want to be around her. To be her friend. She's funny, she's Martha Stewart creative, an amazing cook, a fabulous mother, and so much more. Her husband is an incredibly successful business man (and nice, too!), which has afforded them a life of luxury. I was thinking about not only how blessed her life has been from a materialistic standpoint but also from the standpoint of her abundance of very close family members and friends. She truly seems to have it all. So many people lucky enough to find themselves in a life such as hers tend to be arrogant or conceited. Not my cousin. She's truly a friendly, accepting, fabulous woman.

It wasn't fifteen minutes in to our visit today that she started sharing her troubles with us. I was shocked to hear she has troubles. They're health related and they're frightening. I couldn't help but find myself thinking that things aren't always as they appear. Her life is an example of so many others ... candy coated on the outside, but not always so sweet once you crack it open.
A reminder to be careful what we envy, I guess.

June 07, 2006

24 Hours on Craigslist

I heard today that there's a documentary about craigslist, 24 Hours on Craigslist ... wow. I've been a regular on craigslist for ten years now. I've even had the chance to meet Craig himself, albeit brief. The website was a mainstay for me when I lived in San Francisco. I was on it daily for both personal and business reasons.

When my husband and I moved to Sacramento I was excited to see that Craig had just recently added our new city to his list. The majority of the users were bay area transplants. Just mention craigslist to anyone from Sacramento and they would return a blank stare. This was in 2002 - six years in to my relationship with the site.

It became my purpose to spread the word because I knew first hand of its power. Because I work in HR and had recently become active with the local HR association, I quickly spread the word to every recruiter that would listen. Anyone I met. Everyone I talked to. Four and a half years later and the site is well on its way. I'd like to think I had a little something to do with that although I'm confident that every bay area transplant in town spread the word as I did.

They say you can find a job, a house or a spouse on craigslist - that, and much more! Taking a trip down memory lane, the following are just a few of the things I've used the website for:

Found a job
Hired over 100 people
Found moving boxes
Gave away moving boxes
Sold a refrigerator
Gave away an old TV
Sold a stove
Joined a softball team
And a wine drinkers club
Bought a child carrier for my bike
Learned about a ton of excellent garage sales
Bought concert tickets
Sold concert tickets
Rented a cabin in Tahoe
Found a roommate
Found two apartments
Sold a car
Learned about volunteer opportunities
Joined a volleyball team
Found a place to train my puppy

Thank you, Craig, for your ingenious website community!

June 06, 2006

I'm Stuck on You

This morning was one of those mornings that reminds you how amazing motherhood can be.

My little man is a morning person. He wakes up smiling and happy and wants to start playing immediately. This morning he came in to my bed to snuggle. He somehow wrapped the two of us up in the sheet like a burrito. I'm not sure how he did it, but he did and he thought it was the funniest thing that the two of us were essentially "stuck" in the sheet. He would unravel us and then wrap us up again. Over and over.

And each time he kept saying "I'm stuck on you, mama!"

Just the cutest. Ever!

June 05, 2006

Two and a Half Years Old

June 4, 2006
My Dearest V:

Today you are two and a half years old. How did that happen?? We had our first official family photo taken to commemorate the day. A few months back your dad had a little too much to drink at a fundraising event and put a few bids down on some silent auction items, two of which he won. Both of which were photography sessions. The good news is that we got a great deal! We ended up with one photo of the three of us that we like, one of just you that is wonderful, and then one each of you and your dad and you and I. And I must say, as two and a half year olds go, you were simply wonderful during our session today! Thank you!

We’re still struggling with getting you to spend an entire night in your own bed. The sticker and cookie reward system worked well for awhile, but stopped working a good week and a half ago. Every night you get in to bed and you get all excited about getting a sticker and cookies the next morning if you sleep in your bed all night, but then when you wake up and want to come in to our bed, you tell us that you don’t want stickers or cookies. In the interest of getting sleep ourselves, and because we actually love having you with us, we relent … even though we know we shouldn’t.

Your dad and I are also trying to figure out the whole discipline thing – especially as it pertains to you talking back to us. Tell us “no” when we tell/ask you to do something or when you tell us “I don’t want to”. Thankfully, this hasn’t happened too often … but your dad and I just need to make sure we’re on the same page so that you understand who is the parent in this relationship and who is the child (smile).

This past month has been a busy one … here are some of the highlights:

- We went to visit Auntie Michelle in Reno for the weekend
- Spent a day at Papa’s house, with Uncle Tony, making grapeleaves
- Had four bbq’s at our house
- You played with Kensington, Cody, Tristan, Cody again, Uncle Rocky and Uncle Gil. You spent a day with Grandma and she spoiled you rotten!
- You played in the backyard in your little pool for hours and hours on end
- You’ve learned to question everything and are doing so constantly
- You tell us stories and are very animated when you do so
- You still love to make up songs – but your most favorite song of late is one you made up about a golf by in the sky
- You are understanding and speaking more Spanish … now we just have to get you going on Italian!
- You still have no interest in potty training, nor do you have any interest in learning to dress yourself
- You are learning your colors! Especially as they relate to heavy machinery and equipment!!
- You are ALL boy – no question about that – and I love it!
- You still give the best kisses and squeezes in town
- You still call your shirt a “shirp”, which I just love, love, love. I have no idea why, but I just do
- I think that golf has officially replaced baseball as your favorite sport – although you still play plenty of baseball as well
- In addition to baseball and golf, you also love riding your bicycle, your scooter and pushing your lawn mower in the backyard
- You amaze me with your memory. Our cat died six months ago and you still talk about the time mommy had to take kitty to the doctor.

I love you my little spaghetti boy!
Mama G

June 03, 2006

Bad Weekend Mommy

I think I may be screwing this parent-of-a-toddler thing up. Monday through Friday - for the most part - V is in pre-school and I'm at the office. While at school, he plays well with others, he is exposed to many different developmentally stimulating activities and toys, he eats two very healthy meals along with two snacks, and he takes a two hour nap. There is orgnanized chaos and routines.

Enter ... the weekend.

Today is a perfect example of just how I think I might be screwing everything up ...

8:30am - V wakes up - we get him dressed and brush his teeth
8:50am - I try to get him to eat some breakfast - he won't touch it
9:00am - He leaves with Daddy to spend the day with grandma
5:30pm - He returns home. Wearing different clothes. Because grandma gave him a bath. In the middle of the day. And he didn't take a nap. And he barely ate anything because he was having too much fun playing with his cousin, Cody.
7:00pm - We go to a friends house for a BBQ. V plays outside with the other kids. Won't stop playing so he can eat. Cranky because he's not had a nap.
9:45pm - He goes to bed. Having eaten hardly a thing all day.

After putting V to bed, the Husband received a phone call from a friend of ours. After hanging up the phone he asks me if I want to go to the Rivercats ballgame tomorrow. It starts at 1:00pm. That would mean two days in a row with no nap. And unless we get seats in a suite again (which we won't), it also means me running around the ballpark the entire time because V is too young to sit still and watch the game ... while the Husband sits with his pals and drinks beer. Maybe it's just because I'm tired at the moment, but this does not sound like a good time to me. I'll pass. And I'll try to give V a somewhat normal routine-of-a-day tomorrow. Of course, I say that every weekend ... sigh

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My First Renter ... A Warm Welcome

Please join me in welcoming my first blog renter, Self-Proclaimed Supermom - and make sure you take some time to get to know her. I was so excited to receive multiple bids and was even more excited to see that each person that submitted a bid had a wonderful blog ... but here's why I picked the Self-Proclaimed Supermom

In her list of 100 things about herself I learned that she and I have quite a bit in common (especially numbers 34, 36-40, 48, 49, 52-62, 71, 72, 76-78 ... and more). So, grab a cup of coffee and a light snack - a suggestion from Self-Proclaimed Supermom herself - and sit back, relax and enjoy the ride on her blog!

June 02, 2006

Random Series of Thoughts in No Particular Order

Yesterday I was driving behind a woman who had her teenage son in the front passengers seat. It’s funny how you can imagine a conversation between two people based on body language alone. It was clear that her son was NOT interested in what she had to say to him and it made me sad. Sad because I know there will come a time when my little man, who so eagerly hugs and kisses me now, will no longer want to have anything to do with me. He will think everything I have to say is stupid. He will think I’m mean. He will think I’m too old to know what I’m talking about. He will tell me that I just don’t ‘get it’.

I pray that when that time comes that it’s just an abbreviated phase.

I pray that I will have the patience and wisdom necessary to get through it.

And I pray he never questions how much I love him. Even though I know it’s bound to happen.


My period is officially two days late. Have been in the bathroom twice feeling I was going to throw up. Got so bad, in fact, that I went and bought a home pregnancy test. Negative. I do know enough, thank goodness, to know that it very well could be a false negative. I’m going to try to wait four or five more days and take it again. Hopefully I can wait that long. And hopefully I won’t get my period.


I must be sleep deprived or something because I’m pretty cranky right now. The Husband in particular is getting on my nerves. In the grand scheme of things I know I’m married to a good man and an even better father. That’s why I must be cranky right now – because I’m not feeling he’s so great at the moment.

I feel like I spend my life cleaning up his messes. Not big messes, typically – just the little frickin’ shit that adds up and makes my head want to explode. This is nothing new, mind you. It’s been like this for the 8 years. And I’m a firm believer in picking my battles, which is why I’ve not said anything to him.

So humor me while I vent and list a few of his habits that make me want to chew my fingernails until the tips of my fingers start to bleed … ugh

1. Never closes the shower curtain. Pisses me off because I don’t want the thing to get moldy. Plus, the inside of the shower is ugly. The curtain is beautiful. It serves a purpose – so put it to use!

2. A somewhat recent, but nonetheless annoying habit he’s developed is to fold back the bathroom rug – approximately half way when he’s using the toilet or washing the sink. He tells me he does this because he doesn’t want to get them dirty. Very noble of him. But why can’t he put it back the way he found it when he leaves the bathroom???

3. He will never, ever, ever wash a pot or a pan. He’ll wash dishes, glasses, mugs, bowls, utensils – but no pots or pans. He always soaks them – even if they don’t need soaking. And they’ll remain soaking ten days later if I let them because once he soaks them he forgets about them. Which means he’ll never wash a pot or a pan because I end up washing it.

4. Our son still loves his high chair, which is pulled up to the kitchen table. Any time I’m not home when V eats, I know that I will come home to a chair that has been disassembled and still has leftover food – or at the very least the leftover mess – all over it. Every single time. Without fail.

5. The Husband owns no less than 50 baseball caps and at any given time I can find approximately ten of them sitting all over the kitchen, living room and bedroom areas. Which is not where they belong. I am constantly stacking the damn things and putting them at the bottom of the stair case in hopes they will grow their own legs and march upstairs in to the closet and on to that shelf that was built specifically for their housing. As you might imagine, I’m still hoping.

Thank you for the indulgence. I feel a bit better now.

June 01, 2006

I Finally Did It!

... finally figured out just HOW to post a photo on this blog! Yipee for me!!

This particular photo is a recent favorite ... my little man, playing in his sandbox that has been converted in to a pool. He played in this thing for about 4 hours straight without even stopping for a snack. I tried, trust me.

He had so much fun, he was squealing with delight. Loudly. We were certain the neighbors were going to call Child Protective Services because his squeals of delight can sometimes sound like he's a child in pain! He played in this things until I forced him out so that he could eat something and go to bed.

Ahh, to be a kid again!

The Who, What, Where's

We've officially entered in to the everything’s-a-question .. the-same-question-fifteen-times-in-a-row phase. I think it’s been creeping up on us, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it full blown.

“What do, mama?”
“What’s that?”

These three questions, or a variety thereof, firing at me like that carnival game we’ve all played where a water pistol squirts a steady stream of water at a balloon.. He’s the pistol. I’m the balloon. And I’m about to pop.

I know I’m in for a long and bumpy ride of never-ending questions. I also know that he’s a curious little boy who genuinely wants to know things. What I don’t know is why he can’t understand that if he asks me “Where are we going?” and I tell him that “We’re going home” why does he then proceed to ask me the exact same question a million more times. Does he not understand my answer? Is he so busy thinking up his next question that he’s not listening to me? Is he an alien? Am I?

I am making an effort to try not to use some of the phrases my mom regularly used with me:

“Because I said so”
“I don’t know why”
“Just because”

My friends tell me I’m creative so I need to somehow tap in to my creative juices to keep myself entertained while my kid keeps asking question after question after question. Any suggestions??