11:38 a.m.- "Come on TD, we have to get a move on! It's time to go to Gymboree!" I glance at The Comedian and think, "I should change you...." and I scoop her up out of the Bumbo.11:39 a.m.- "WTF? Oh all that is holy in this world, why now?! Seriously kid? This is disgusting!!" I moan. "What's disgusting, Mommy?" TD asks. "Your sister. She just pooped EVERYWHERE! I don't even know if I'm qualified to clean this type of mess up. I might need to make a few phone calls..."11:41 a.m.- Poop. It is everywhere. I quickly move from the pack and play to the nursery. The shirt cannot be salvaged. Neither can the burp cloth I have laying on the changing table. I have already used about a days worth of wipes in the last two minutes. We don't have time for the tub. This is totally an … [Read more...]
Assorted Ramblings
I'm hosting an insanely good giveaway at MPR that involves clothes and more! Check it out here. I'm giving away a pretty necklace this week so be sure to check that out as well.I'm de-following Heidi Montag on Twitter. The shame that I clicked the 'follow' button is overwhelming me on a minute by minute basis. Plus? The over use of exclamation points are actually making me want to vomit.Every time I see this blogger I feel like a blast of sun has just filled my day. She is so sweet and generous it just makes me happy to say I know her. And Kristen? Thank you for the wrist band. We were in and out of that hot box in minutes thanks to you! Who knew Barnes and Noble could use a book signing as a torture device.I need a new phone. I'm still sportin' a Motorola Razr. Egads. I can't even Twitter … [Read more...]
What’s Your Dorkitude?
Amy Dickinson, from the advice column 'Ask Amy', says she possesses 'dorkitude'. I like the feel of the needle entering my skin just as I'm about to have blood drawn. Maybe that isn't 'dorkitude' so much as just a bit of the freak in me.J'adore Presidential history. When I was a kid I had my encyclopedia's bookmarked on all the Presidents, had a giant Presidential poster that I would read each day and liked to frequently sprinkle Presidential factoids into everyday conversation. If that isn't dorkitude, I don't know what is.I just used 'j'adore' to talk about Presidential history. That really should have been sufficient.I have my own version of the 'Elaine' dance that I break out when I want to really make H squirm.I still buy history text books at used book stores for use during my 'free … [Read more...]
The Comedian
So, what is up with you acting like a five day old Wolverine baby? All gnashing gums and razor fingers ripping at my decolletage. You find it all highly and sickly amusing. Are you illin' or just up to your usual tricks? Internets, I would like to introduce you to The Comedian. Formerly known as Dash Two this little bundle of non-stop giggles has shown us she has quite a sadistic *cough* er interesting sense of humor. Exhibit A:Me: Gaah!! Must nurse! Let's go Dash Two - feed!Dash Two nurses for 2 seconds, breaks off, looks up at me and smiles. Then laughs. She repeats this painful little move about nine more times. TD finds it all very hysterical. Me? Not so much.Exhibit B:Dash Two wakes up and I pick her up. She stinks. As I begin to change her my finger lands in something … [Read more...]
The Only Child Syndrome?
What's up party people?! I'm on like no sleep. I think I might actually be undead today. If not for reals then I could probably win an Oscar for looking the part or at least a Golden Globe. When my kids are in their twenties and all cozy in their beds I swear I'm going to start calling them between the hours of 3 and 5 a.m. and just chat away on the phone with them for a minimum of thirty minutes at a time. I'll do it at least four times a week. What? Don't tell me you haven't vowed the same thing after being woken up for the eleventy-ith time in one night.I'm hearing a weird scritch-scritching noise in my house presently and I just realized it is TD rubbing two graham crackers together. Maybe she is trying to make a s'more. Ba dum dum!I wrote this post earlier this week about … [Read more...]
Where’s Mummy?
Everyone knows I'm a bit of a review junkie and typically I keep it over at MPR but every once in a while I come across something that needs to be shared all over. I'm talking about Texas-based KidCore Toys. Educational. Creative and highly interactive that is KidCore Toys. They love me. I love them. Since 1996 they have consistently provided families with hours upon hours of fun and not just for the wee kiddies. Many of their toys create ways for parents to be fully involved with their children during their hours of play. From puzzles to arts and crafts and children's furniture KidCore Toys has a wide variety of items for children of all ages. They have a great blog which regularly features some pretty amazing bloggers so do me a favor and check out KidCore Toys for your next toy … [Read more...]
Grandma Scares Me
My first holiday with H and his family was one I'll never forget. It was Thanksgiving 2001 and we traveled to Arizona to spend a few days. It's where I learned that my spouses family is REALLY into games too. True, I had a taste of it on a ski trip we had taken a few years previous. But, I had chalked all those games of domino's and Monopoly up to the fact that it was freezing and snowy outside and not everyone wanted to be a ski bunny 24/7. What else was there to do but raid the rented chalet's game closet, right?! Me? No, I'm not much a of a game person myself. I'm an only child. We don't 'do' games that well. Every Christmas I would get board games for gifts and look at my relatives like they had three heads. "Thanks so much! Who the hell is going to play this with me? My four … [Read more...]
WTF Monday
In order to save you from further posts about my sleepless nights, annoyance at no induction date and pregnancy quirks I leave you with this-A 90-year-old woman, who seemed completely with it, is found to be living with the bodies of her siblings- possibly since the 1980s. Seriously. WTF?! My world is altered forever now. Gary Busey is considered "must watch" television. It goes beyond all sorts of crazy. My brain throws up on itself and then explodes each time I think of it much less view this show. I am willing to admit however that his "Buseyism" for the word sober is pretty brilliant. TD is way into the music on the pack 'n play we have set up in our living room now. I find myself continuously serenaded by staticky classical tunes that never seem to end. Tiny Gary Busey's dance … [Read more...]
Drinky,drinky please?!
Dude, I'm so pregnant.My face is like a giant melon all swollen and such. I might feel compelled to show you a pic. Though - ugh. (Trying so hard to not have a bad body image issue moment... hold on... OK done.)A perfect spiky-haired stranger hugged me last night while I was sitting in a restaurant booth inhaling some peanut butter chocolate smorgasbord with my GNO friends. Um.. I don't adore being hugged by even family half the time never mind someone I do not know. Who then wants to rub my belly and ask, "Oh you poor dear! Tell me you are almost done!?"My Dad called to ask if the turkey was done. I told him that each time someone said to me, "Done?! You still have so long to go I wanted to tell them to, "Kiss my ass!" Whitney Houston style.Seriously folks, this show needs to be over. … [Read more...]
Enter the Mermaid Room
Yup. So I cried. We spent this past Labor Day weekend actually laboring instead of lolling by the pool. We bought a mattress. We primed and painted furniture. We set up the big girl bed, the Mermaid Room, and now she's in. One night done and gone with no trouble. My little girl. My baby. Out of the nursery, now also known as the land of boxes, where any sort of baby paraphernalia can land in the next few weeks. I know she might return. Nap time has yet to go down in the Mermaid Room. But, when I saw her in her new twin bed with its grown up comforter and her shoes lined up in the closet I kind of lost it for a bit. H read her a good night story and I took some pictures. He told me she is still our little girl but it ached a bit and I wondered, "Does she really have to go to … [Read more...]