I'm so mad at her!!

In case you can't read any of that--THE SURVIVOR LUNCH LADY LIED! Just so the record is straight--I hate her accent and her she-mullet. But I did kinda feel bad for her. Especially after pig-tailed Courtney made some jab about her being on the draw... And then her pitiful "my lunch lady supervisor wouldn't let me come back and the dirty scoundrels demoted me to janitor" story at the Finale, which caused Survivor's Creator/Producer Mark Burnett to give her a "please stop whining" $50,000 prize. LIAR!!!! She was already a janitor before going on the show, which they said is actually a promotion from lunch lady.... Who wouldda guessed??!!

That's A Lot of Bull.....

Arthur Duckett, a farmer from Somerset in the United Kingdom, may be the owner of Britain's biggest bull. Field Marshall, a six year old Charolet Bull, weighs nearly 3,000 pounds.

Going back!

That's right--I'm a student. Again. I am starting my Masters Degree. Not sure how I feel about it yet; Grad School was something I always told myself I would get around to, but never really thought I would actually follow through on. I'm only taking one class in the upcoming term, just to see how it fits into my life, and then we'll go from there. Hopefully, I can still channel my inner over-achiever....

Coming home today after finalizing my equal parts exciting and stomach churning decision, my son promptly attempted to give himself a concussion. Seriously. He is now walking everywhere, and he's darn fast too. Tonight, as we were playing in the kitchen, he pulls himself to his feet and begins to lurch toward the other end of the room--and specifically, the stove. As quickly as I can get to my feet to grab him, he has grabbed the stove handle,pulled it down, and has fallen flat on his back...hitting his head on the tile floor. And, I think, a plastic teething toy. He immediately starts to wail, and I scoop him up. I run my fingers along the back of his head to see if I can feel a bump, and I think I feel a dent instead. I remember hearing somewhere that if it swells out it's good, and swelling in is bad. In a panic, I call my Mom, who reassures me. At this point, the muffin is calm and patting me on the back, (literally, that's his new thing to show you he's happy) and humming a nonsense tune. Still a little freaked, I get online and Google "concussion". Vomiting? Nope. Pupils of equal size? (I get out the Baby Daddy's EMT kit and find his pen light) Equal size--check. (The bebe', delighted with this contraption, begins to chew on the bulb.) Confusion/Disorientation? I watch at the bebe' clicks the light on and off while laughing hysterically.... No confusion. Unusual lethargy or crying? The bebe' toddles over to the wall and proceeds to begin efforts at prying the outlet covers from the sockets, then runs over to shake his chest of drawers, then heads to the toy chest to retrieve a stuffed animal.....hmmmm. Nope--don't think we're dealing with lethargy. I'm now guessing the dent was already there in the first place. Now that I think about it, he always did have kind of a knotty head.

Sneak Peak!

Here's a super sneak-peek at our Christmas cards! And can I just rave about VistaPrint? I love that darn place!! This is also where I ordered my fun return address labels with carictures of me and the fam. They are great!

***Snifle.....sniffle......sniffle*****

The bebe's nose is definately "a nose in need".... He has a cold, poor thing! His very first, and hopefully, the last for a long time. Talk about some serious misery! Ugh! Bless his ever-lovin' heart--he's tried to be a trooper, but it's a bit difficult when you've got twin snot tracks running down your face into your mashed potatoes... The first night, I was zero for four: he couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, couldn't drink, and couldn't even suck on his paci. I felt like we were back at the Newborn Stage, (that crazy, sleepless, walkin' around like a zombie with a baby zombie attached at the chest stage)...he was up every 2 hours ALL. NIGHT. LONG. Lemme tell you about what a long night THAT was. The next day, we brought in the real fighters. My tried and true, weapons of mass cold destruction. My favorite heavy hitters are as follows, (and you need to stock up on these, my Canadian cousin! Be ready!) :

JOHNSON'S SOOTHING VAPOR BATH

This stuff is capital W-O-N-D-O-R-F-U-L. It even makes me feel better. Throw three caps of this is a warm bath, and it will clear your baby's, your husband's, and even your dog's sinuses.

LITTLE NOSES SALINE DROPS

Anything by the "Little" guys, (Little Tummies, Little Fevers) is amazing. Even with the Humidifier, his lil' schnozz gets pretty darn dry and icky. A few drops of this, paired with a good bulb syringe, and that snot can kiss it's slimy bootie goodbye.

PEDIACARE GENTLE VAPORS/VICKS VAPOR PLUG-IN

A neat thing--I had no idea this existed until I bumped into it while making a grab for some Vicks Babyrub. This made our whole house smell like a cough drop, but I swear it helped the muffin breathe better. Plus, it's a cool night light too.

CHILDREN'S DIMETAPP

According to our Pediatrician, there's nothing better than a good dose of Dimetapp. And she was right. After the first night of misery, I picked up a bottle of this miracle stuff at Walgreen's, and boy was I glad I did. And the bebe' didn't act like it was a cruel and unusual punishment to take it either...

Throw all this together with some quality 'Snuggle Time' and any baby should be well on the road to recovery. Thankfully, my little Muffin has made great improvements over the past few days, and even though you can tell he doesn't feel quite up to par just yet, he's getting there. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go wipe a runny nose!

Caden Feeding Himself

First attempts at feeding himself--as you can see, it got a little messy!

Very sad--but trying to be open-minded....

I came across this article on MSN today, and my first thought was shock and indignation at a meaningless death, then admiration for a boy who stood up for his convictions, (however misguided), and then I wandered into suspicion, wondering if the boy was overly influenced by a zealot relative. What do you think??

Boy dies after refusing transfusion over religion
14-year-old Jehovah's Witness thought treatment would make him ‘unclean’

SEATTLE - A few hours after a judge ruled that a 14-year-old Jehovah’s Witness sick with leukemia had the right to refuse a blood transfusion that might have helped him, the boy died, a newspaper reported. Dennis Lindberg died Wednesday night at Children’s Hospital and Regional Medical Center, his father, Dennis Lindberg Sr., told the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.
Hospital spokeswoman Teri Thomas said she could not confirm or deny anything about the case at the request of the boy’s legal guardian, his aunt Dianna Mincin.

Earlier Wednesday, Skagit County Superior Court Judge John Meyer had denied a motion by the state to force the boy to have a blood transfusion. The judge said the eighth-grader knew “he’s basically giving himself a death sentence.”

“I don’t believe Dennis’ decision is the result of any coercion. He is mature and understands the consequences of his decision,” the judge said during the hearing. “I don’t think Dennis is trying to commit suicide. This isn’t something Dennis just came upon, and he believes with the transfusion he would be unclean and unworthy.”
Doctors had given Dennis a 70 percent chance of surviving the next five years with the transfusions and other treatment, the judge added.
Doctors diagnosed the boy’s leukemia in early November. They began chemotherapy at Children’s Hospital, but stopped a week ago because his blood count was too low, the Skagit Valley Herald reported. The boy refused the transfusion on religious grounds.However, his birth parents, Lindberg and Rachel Wherry, who do not have custody and flew from Boise, Idaho, to be at the hearing, believed their son should have had the transfusion and suggested he had been unduly influenced by his aunt, who is also a Jehovah’s Witness.
The aunt has declined to talk about the case.
The boy’s father told the Post-Intelligencer the ruling shocked him but after visiting his son later Wednesday, he decided not to appeal. He said doctors told him Wednesday evening that the boy, unconscious since Tuesday, had likely suffered brain damage.
© 2007 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

Walking!!!

He's a Walking maniac!

More steps...

Watch those lil' feet go!

Daily Pop News.....

A few regurgitations from my pop culture obsession......

What My Next Maternity Shots are Going to Look Like.....

Rock on Christina, rock on!!! (Even though I know she's probably airbrushed all to heck--it still takes some guts!!!)

The Latest Buzz from In Touch:

The take on this from the ever-so-blunt mouth of Perez:

"In Touch
Weekly is reporting that Britney Spears is sperminated!!!! And music producer J.R. Rotem is the daddy, the mag claims. On November 14, Britney Spears allegedly confided to her friends in e-mails that she was four weeks pregnant, In Touch claims. Brit told pals that she was sure the father was J.R. Rotem, whom she’s had an on/off relationship with since her split from K-Fed in 2006. On November 16th, the mag claims Unfitney proudly e-mailed a copy of the ultrasound to her inner circle. “She seems convinced that having another baby will turn her life around — and she believes that J.R. will make a great father,” the mag reports. “She does like having a man in her life.” When asked about the pregnancy, J.R. confirmed exclusively to In Touch that Britney is carrying his child. “It’s true,” he says.
For real???? He really said that???? Was he joking?????? We’re going slightly insane right now. This can’t be true! But it SOOOooo could! Wow. Wow. Wow.
Our head is spinning! We hope this isn’t true. Please God, let this not be true.
The LAST thing the world needs right now is more children from Britney Spears!!!! "

And finally, on The Hills front--Shady Spencer's shady sister!!! :) Spencer Pratt’s sister, Stephanie, was enjoying a nice, normal, private life as a college student…until she decided to insert herself in The Hills drama and angle for screen time. Now, the dark secrets of her past are coming back to haunt her and shame her family! Like that mug shot?
Yup, in 2006, Methface Pratt was arrested for drugs and shoplifting. Making the family proud!

Here comes Santa Clause....

So much to write--so little time. :) Things have been busy around here lately! We made it through the bebe's first Thanksgiving, (I will post pics when I can), and are now gearing up for his first Christmas!! We've already gotten some of his presents, including a mac-daddy ball pit that I am so psyched about!! I'm gonna have more fun in it than he is! We put up our Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving, which I had been itching to do....this afternoon while trying to get dinner together for the Lil' munchkin, I noticed he was being suspiciously quiet. Never a good sign. So I stick my head around the corner to find him crouched down in his playpen with his back to me. At this point, it's certain that he is either filling his diaper, or doing something he's not supposed to be doing. The room was stench-free, so I assumed the latter was the case. Sneaking around to see what he was up to, I found him chewing on the fake berries that we used to decorate the tree! He had a branch in between his teeth like a chubby little squirrel. Of course, with all this craziness about the lead paint in things, I (like a true first time Mommy), freak out. Completely. I scrubbed his mouth out with a washcloth, made him drink half a sippy of milk, and watched him like a hawk for the rest of the evening. Silly goose. I'm hoping it takes a lot more than an occasional nibble on a fake berry to upset his tummy. All's well so far...



We went to Chuck E. Cheese's for the first time over the weekend--we had a freakin' blast!! The bebe's bestest 'Auntie' AS, (and also his personal favorite, JS), were hosting a bday par-tay for my fave lil' diva, and we were invitees. The Baby Daddy was just getting home from a weekend of hunting, so the bebe' and I headed out by ourselves. They had everything--even tot sized video games, which the bebe' had a fit over! I can see the beginning of a Baby Daddy-like addiction here.....
The bebe has been walking more than ever lately. I'm going to post some new vids when i get them up and running. He still hasn't just 'taken off' though--we're stutter-stepping around, but only when he sees something he wants... Otherwise, he just finds it easier to crawl to get where he wants to go. I don't blame him--guess he gets his laziness from me. :)

My Son's Future Wedding Invite... :)

Hmmmm

It's hard to blog when you have nothing notable to blog about. But I guess that's the point sometimes--just to get out whatever stray thoughts are bumping around in your brain. So, we're going to do some "stream of consciousness" writing......starting now.

My legs are really spiky. It's kind of uncomfortable to rub them together. I'm not sure I remember when I shaved them last. It gets cold outside and I get lazy. Note to self--shave legs.I'm really disappointed in my book. I finished the one pictured on the blog a while ago, and have started and stopped two since, but neither were good enough for me to stick with them. Ugh. The most recent was one I had on the 'hold' list at my library for what seemed like forever, and I was so excited to read it when it finally came in. But it kinda stinks. And that makes me crabby.They're having babies on TV. Private Practice that is. I want another baby. But then I have to think about a bigger house, and daycare, and another maternity leave. Is the baby fever supposed to be back this soon? Not so much ready for that yet. I'll think about that later. Now I have to plan Thanksgiving. My folks are coming up here and we are having a big 'joint' Thanksgiving with the Baby Daddy's family. It should be fun, but I'm not the most accomplished cook, so I always panic when I'm supposed to contribute to these things. I'm thinking Cranberry Walnut Stuffing, maple glazed Baby Carrots, and corn pudding. How's THAT Martha Stewart?! (Previous food items all brought to you by KraftFoods.com). :)

***Deep Breath*** Ahhh, that felt good. I like this stream thing. It's very cleansing.

Geez--these legs really are bad.....

Splashin' Around

Caden loves bathtime! I was hoping to catch him walking, but no luck. Listen close to hear him say "Mama"!

"Nana"

We've now added "Nana" to our repetoir...(I'm sure she will be quite pleased...)

We Love Cabinets!!

Ah, the simple joy of cabinets. And slamming them. Over. and over. and over.

My Favorite Things

Carrying on in the spirit of HL, some of my "Can't-Live-A-Day-Without" Items:
In no particular order, the following are things I hold in the highest esteem:
Noxzema--This lovely stuff has been around for a long time, and it's still wonderful!! This is what my Mom uses, and to this day, I still associate that smell with her. I love it!!


My Video Baby Monitor--I don't know what I would do without this thing. "But isn't he just down the hall", you may ask? Why yes, yes he is, is that a problem? I love being able to check on him without having to cause noise going into his room, and also being able to see him if I wake up in the middle of the night. This thing is worth it's weight in gold!


Stove Top Stuffing--You can make anything with this stuff. I always keep a box or two in my pantry. KraftFoods.com baby!




Max Factor Volume Couture Mascara--This is currently my most favorite product. Like you H--I was a loyal follower of the 'pink and green' tube, but I heard a recommendation for the Max Factor and decided to try it out. I don't think my lashes have ever looked better--even my husband complimented me the other day! Well, the comment was--you kinda look hot today...did you like, do something different with your eyebrows or something?" But hey, it counts!




A Good Book--Kay, so everyone knows that I'm a nerd. I like books. Get over it. I'm still way cooler than most people. ;)
Soothie Pacifiers--These little babies have saved my sanity countless times. They will probably cause me to loose it when I have to take them away...




Coffee--There is nothing, and I repeat, NOTHING, that cannot be made at least somewhat better by a good cup of Folgers...

Carmex--You're either a lover, or a hater. I was a hater, but one day I needed some chap stick and this was all they had in the university bookstore, so now I'm a lover.

My iPod--One of the best gifts I have ever received. I use it CONSTANTLY.

PS

Not really sure why the letters/font in my last post are so freaking weird. Guess that's what I get for trying to be 'flashy' and using big red words for my announcement. My sincerest apologies.

Oh Yeah, Uh-huh, Oh yeah...**Doing a dance**

HOUSTON--WE HAVE LIFT OFF!! CADEN IS TAKING STEPS!!





The only reason I hesitate to say 'walking', is that he isn't continuously stepping. He takes exactly two steps, and if that does not get him within reach of what he wants, he will sit down and crawl. And where did he take his first steps you ask? The same, oddball place where he first stood up on his own without support -- the bathtub. Can you belive that? The place that I would think he would feel the most unstable and not able to get his balance! He kept standing up in the tub tonight, walking forward two steps, plopping down, standing up for two more steps, plopping down.... (Now of course we have a normal sized tub, so he couldn't repeat the sequence very many times before I had to pick him up and start him back at the far side again...) But still, he was walking! I tried to get it on video, but we couldn't get a shot of him doing his thing without broadcasting his little boy parts to the world, so we just gave up on that. I'll try to see if I can get a different angle on him tomorrow. The funny part is, the tub is the only place he'll even try. We tried for a long time to get him to repeat the performance once he had his PJ's on, but no such luck. You try to stand him up, and he just plops back down on his but, as pretty as you please. Oh well. Soon enough, I'm sure.

Ballin'...

I'm sitting in my not-so-comfortable computer chair, watching reruns of Miami Ink and waiting for Desperate Housewives to come on. The bebe' is snoozin', having gone to bed exactly one hour early... The time change thing has messed up our schedule!! Today was a lovely day, spent together as a family in our 'jammies. The baby daddy made us all pancakes for breakfast, we all took a loooong morning nap, then had another cycle of hanging, eating, and napping. We had leftover mini-meatloaves for lunch, it is our new family favorite, (will post the recipe later--it's fantabulous!), and after a quick trip to Wal-Mart to bolster the pantry, I made dinner, and the baby daddy and I chased the bebe' around the house until he konked out for the night.

Baby Daddy and I had a much needed night out last evening, as we were guests at the 200th Anniversary Fireman's Ball. We had an absolute blast dancing the night away. We slow-danced, fast-danced, and crazy-danced. Baby Daddy even brought out the 'C-Walk', which was the hit of the night. As always, he was the life of the party, and in the middle of everything! Needless to say, after that sort of cavorting, (and we all know I'm not used to that--you that keep up with my blog are privy to my usual level of activity...)we needed a day to recuperate...and take a few Tylenol...and eat lots of Toast. :) Plus, with all the 'getting ready' from the night before, and then the actual party, I felt like I didn't get to spend a lot of time with the bebe' on Saturday. (Who knew false eyelashes could be so complicated? I ended up throwing them down the garbage disposal in a fit of rage...) Unfortunately, I don't have many pictures, as I forgot my camera in the car--but I do have, at the Baby Daddy's request, the obligatory, "girl-in-the-occupational-hat-pinup-pose" which I shall share, along with the bebe's contribution.... :) One of the Firefighters is a professional photag, so as soon as he posts his pics, I will try to share a few of those as well.

Trick or Treat!

So Halloween was by far a COMPLETE success! Starting at the office, (where I didn't do one constructive thing all day), and lasting up until the muffin finally surrendered to sleep. The girls at work and I were playing cards, which was a real kick in the pants. One of the husbands made all our 'cards'. We were the cutest department in the whole building! After snacking like crazy for eight hours on various sugary treats, (for which I got one MAJOR sugar rush. Talk about a buzz--forget crack, pass me the candy corn!) I came home and threw on my Chef's costume. The be'be tolerated me while I tugged and tied and strapped him into his lobster gear. When all was said and done, we looked smashing. We made the rounds, collected the candy, and all of this was done without a smidgen of fussing from lobster-boy. He was so good--he fell asleep in the car during one trip between friends houses, but he woke right up and joined in the festivities as soon as we pulled in the driveway. We finally got him calmed down and in the bed, and then the hubby and I crashed ourselves. I dreamed of Hershey Bars, Bazooka Joe Bubble gum, and Twizzlers, (which are competely horrid by the way--who eats those things?!) It was a great first Halloween with the Be'be, and I'm already on the lookout for next year's costumes!

I love this

Our most basic instinct is not for survival but for family. Most of us would give our own life for the survival of a family member, yet we lead our daily life too often as if we take our family for granted.

~Paul Pearshall



Isn't this terribly true? I find myself often being guilty of taking my family for granted. You would think as someone who suffered the sudden and tragic loss of a brother, I would be immune to this, but all too often, I find myself slipping back into the 'ease' of thinking that everything will always be the way it is. I will always have my grandparents, my parents, my husband, my child.... After the 'Great Hunter' returned from his trip, he told me about an event, which up to now, I have not shared with many. They were driving through the night in shifts, in the hopes of making it home faster. It was Kevin's turn at the wheel--he had the cruise control on, his feet away from the pedals. He saw a truck on the other, oncoming side of the intersate flashing his lights. Another truck passed doing the same thing. Turning his eyes back to his side of the interstate, he sees headlights. A car is speeding down the interstate in his lane. With almost no time to react, he throws on the brakes and swerves to miss the vehicle, the trailer he was hauling starting to fishtail. By some miracle, the cars in the other lanes were able to get out of Kevin's way, and no one was hurt. Kevin said he just sat there, watching the cops speed after the car down the interstate. Hearing my husband tell me this, and picturing how easily the story could have had a different ending, I realized I was at it again. Things may NOT always be the way they are, with the people you love surrounding you. I've renewed my efforts at thanking God each day I'm alive, and lovin' on my family as much as possible. It is an awful thing that it always takes a loss or a close call to bring you back down to earth, but as humans, I guess that's the way we are. Everyone says that teenagers think they and everyone around them are invincible, but I think we all think that in one way or another.


I'm going to go hug my husband now. :)

More on our Halloween exploits later.......

Are you ready???

So tomorrow is Halloween, and I SO do not have my costume stuff together. Well, at least for one of my costumes anyway. Our office is going to be a deck of cards, and I'm the Queen of Diamonds. I'm supposed to come up with some fake 'diamondy' things, and instead of planning ahead and getting this junk weeks ago, I'm struggling the evening before. Such typical Meggie activities. Then, after I get home from work, the little man is going as the World's Cutest Lobster, (and yours truly is accompanying him as a Chef). That costume is completely done--and it's cute! I wouldn't mind being a chef if I got to wear that all day. I would have to be the 'in-charge' chef though--I don't want to mess with all that weird food, like liver and artichoke hearts. And we all know that I can't handle touching raw chicken--all that would probably inhibit my 'chef-ing' abilities I would think.


Speaking of Halloween costumes, and I'm only gonna preach this sermon once ya'll--I find it hideous and disgusting what some people (girls in particular-especially if they have kids) think flies as a 'costume'. Heck, some of the "outfits" I've seen barely even register as 'clothing'. You might as well just go butt naked and hang a poster around your neck saying, "I have low self esteem and no self worth, and so this is what I do to get attention. Hey-have you looked at my boobs yet?" Give me a break! I love the Girls-Next-Door as much as anyone, and find their shows to be disturbingly entertaining, however, I would not dress like one. My goodness! Does it make you feel good about yourself to have your boobs ready to pop out of your top and your belly hanging over your waistband? Is that sexy? Am I missing something? And if you have children, which so many of these poorly dressed, lame excuses for females are? For gosh sakes, YOU ARE RAISING A CHILD. YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE AN EXAMPLE. The only example you are setting is how NOT to behave, dress, and act. And then to take pictures of it all, and display it like you are proud of yourself! I hope for these women's sake, that they burn those pictures before their child gets a chance to see them.


***Stepping off soapbox*****


Ahhh, now that I've got that off my chest, (which happens to be completely covered in clothing--it's my pink cushy robe again if you must know), I am going to read my book, write out some bills, check in on my little seafood sweetie, and hit the hay. (I really hope he doesn't throw a fit when I try to lobster-ize him. I'm so pumped for this costume!!) I will of course attempt to check back in tomorrow evening with pictures of the fun!

Anyone for antelope steak?

The great hunter is home----and with some dead animals too! Yay!

God Bless the inventor of the Coat Hanger....

So, my nine 1/2 month old darling, precious baby boy decides to lock me out of the bathroom this morning. And he decided to do it while I was naked, frustrated, and 20 minutes late for work. Fun times! It's all my fault of course--but still, it's just the idea! The bebe' woke up around 2am and so instead of going to all the 'trouble' of walking/bouncing/rocking until I'm sure he's asleep and then returning him to his crib, I just put him in bed with me with his paci. He's out like a light. I know--I'm lazy. Well, since its so dark outside in the mornings, he doesn't want to wake up as early as he used to, and so I don't want to wake up as early as I used to. (Yes, yes, again with the laziness--at least I'm admitting I have a problem!!) I drag myself out of bed this morning around 6:30, knowing I have to take a shower, get ready, gather the various items that have to tag-a-long with the bebe' to his Granny's house, and get out the door by 7am. An impossible feat you ask? Nope! We do it almost every day. However, this morning after I get the little one settled in his walker in the bathroom and start the shower, I realize that I forgot to get a towel. So, I jaunt out to the linen closet to get one. At precisely the instant that I clear the threshold of the bathroom, I hear the door slam shut, and the bebe' start throwing open the cabinets and drawers. (That's his new favorite thing--we have GOT to get some of those darn cabinet locks for the bathroom!) I of course jerk around and try to open the door. It opens a fraction of an inch, hits the open drawer and stops. My heart begins to beat faster, and I started to get that tummy-dropping-shaky-hot-face feeling that you get when you know you are completely screwed. I began to frantically slam the door into the cabinets and call to the muffin. (I could hear him laughing behind the door, the little punk....) He thought it was all a grand game. Isn't that Mommy a hoot?? All the while, I'm thinking, "This could be real trouble here....should I call the fire department?" And, "Darn the baby daddy! This is all his fault! Leaving me here to get locked out of my own bathroom so he can go slaughter some poor defenseless, doe-eyed creature! Darn him!" I run to the closet and grab a wire coat hanger, which I twist around until I can get it through the door and grab onto the drawer. The first time, it slipped off the handle. The second time--jackpot!! I begin to slowly make progress.....it's almost there.....and SLAM! **Giggles behind the door*** I seriously start contmplating who would be least embarrasing person to call. I hear the drawer slam shut, and the bebe' toddling in the other direction in his walker. Needless to say, my heart didn't slow down for a while......

Ace Of Base - All That She Wants

For old times sake....

I saw the sign!!!!!!!!!!

I am pumped!! I remember saving my allowance to buy their tape!!! OOoooh, now I'm gonna be singing Ace of Bass songs all day!!!! Whoo-hoo!!! God bless the early 90's!!!!

Grossed out

All right--if you don't want to feel the urge to toss your cookies, do NOT go to msn.com and read the featured report on "The Twelve Germ-iest Places". And don't continue reading. Oh my gosh. I've heard of course that the bottom of purses and diaper bags can get really yucky, and of course the handles of shopping carts, but do you really need to tell me how many millions of germs are on those things? And I heard some new ones too--the kitchen sink, (the drain, basin and faucet) and a wet load of laundry. This study found that there were more germs, (including that new antibiotic-resistant staph, and e. coli) in a load of wet underwear than in a public bathroom. You are supposed to run your whites through the was at least 150 degrees, (how are you supposed to check it?) and wash your hands thoroughly immidiately after transferring them over to the dryer. It makes me want to go take a scalding shower. Ugh.

Work was pretty calm today, which is such a wonderful thing after being so completely crazy for so long. We still have some staffing issues, which will hopefully be resovlved soon. We are so close to having the perfect team! Our office is like those Visa Check Card commercials--we run like a well-oiled machine, but throw one weirdo in there, and it knocks us all out of whack. Today we discussed our Halloween costumes--I'm pumped! I love dressing up every year. Speaking of costumes, I found some red bottoms for the Bebe's costume, and found a top tonight, but I'm not sure if it will work. I'm actually quite proud of myself for getting all of this together so far. I'm usually a last-minute person--working on stuff the day before I need it. It's nice not to feel so panicked! :)

He is snoozin' away--last night we had such a hard time. I had to work late, and so my babysitter, (aka Mother-in-Law) gave him a bath to help out. The only problem is, his bedtime routine every evening is dinner, bath, sippy cup, bed. When she gave him his bath at 5pm, he thought it was bedtime! So he sleeps from around 6 to 7:30. Not good. I get him down relatively easy once we got home around 8pm, but then he started waking up every half-hour or so. Then, at 11pm, he was UP. And i mean the miserable, rolling around, rubbing eyes kind of up. It was not pretty. I finally just laid him down in my bed and let him wallow around until he zonked sometime after midnight. Needless to say, I was a bit exhausted today. Hopefully we will have a better night tonight. So far, so good...

We went to Big Lots with bff AS and her crew this evening--what fun! My fave lil' diva was a blast!!! She was all over the place--I can't wait until the bebe' is big enough to play with her. I have a feeling she is going to be very maternal.... :) PS--I LOVE BIG LOTS. How is it that they can have the same products as places like Wal-Mart and Target, but charge way less?? Yay Big Lots!!!

I just realized that I haven't posted any videos of the bebe' for three weeks!!! What have I been doing?! Actually, I did have the intention of capturing him saying Ma-Ma, but I think my camera may have made a trip to Wyoming with the Great White Hunter. What a doodie-head. It's like having a little sister who takes all your cool stuff without asking. He wants my camera, he wants my iPod, he wants my 3 inch Ann Klein heels....geez!!! (Just kidding about the heels--although they are smashing, he hasn't yet stolen them. Making sure you're still with me.) I'm going to give him a stern dressing-down when he calls in tonight.

OMG--The Hills are scripted! **GASP**

Saw this on Perez today and thought it was pretty funny. Of course we all know that I looooove The Hills Gang--but somewhere in my deep, dark subconscious, (the same place where I know that the Easter Bunny and Santa Clause aren't really in my house on their respective holidays), I know that The Hills is most likely not true reality. :( Look at her nails in the following screen shots from Monday night's episode....

BEFORE: This is when LC is on her date with the model

AND AFTER: This is supposedly "minutes" after leaving the date with the model--she walks in the door and calls Brody. Her nails are different!
Of course, the inner child in me, who wants to believe in everything, thinks that she could have just taken off her nail polish super fast as soon as she got home... :) What do you think?

Let's try this again

So, I actually had a post that I had written last night--but, somehow, my genius self deleted it, and so I said forget it and went to bed.

I drove home to Mom's this weekend since my hunter hubby decided to go tooling around the Wyoming woods in search of antelope. Is it terrible that I thought the antelope was an African animal? I'm such a pathetic excuse for a hunter's wife. I don't cook the meat, (heck, I don't even allow it in my house--it stinks!), I don't wear camo, I don't let him hang dead, stuffed little noggins in the house; and I REFUSE to sit out in some godforsaken wilderness and let my buttcheeks go numb on a metal seat stuck up in some crooked, shaky tree. No thanks. Not for me. (On an interesting side note--I am a mean shot with my bow. That's one thing the Baby Daddy did get me hooked on.)

We had a really fun weekend. My nephew was in, so he and the Muffin got to hang out and 'play' together. It was pretty sweet. My nephew kept wanting to get in the play-yard with the bebe'. They both behaved beautifully the whole weekend, and we were pretty much exhausted when we got home.

The little one started saying "Da-da", which was pretty ironic, considering the afore-mentioned absence of the Baby Daddy. He's going to be pretty upset when he hears about that. And all for some poor little four-legged target. (I did go to a Family Reunion while I was home, and one of my cousins from out west said that antelope are worse on the roads in Wyoming than deer are on the roads here--so, I'm not thinking that they chose a very challenging target...) As long as it gets there testosterone raging I guess...


I'm getting excited about the Muffin's first Halloween. He's going to be a lobster! And I'm going to dress up like a chef--we are just going to be the cutest things! I have to find him some red footie pajama pants and a red shirt to go on under his costume, which is proving to be a more challenging task than I bargained for. I'm thinking about just getting some red tights and not telling Baby Daddy. He would never know anyhow!


The Muffin is getting so big--he's learning all kinds of new things, which is so fun, but also sad in a way. He's so close to walking, and really starting to imitate more things, like sticking out his tongue and playing peek-a-boo. But my favorite thing by far, is him 'hugging' me as he goes to sleep. He wraps both arms around me, and it almost makes me an incoherant mess every time! There is nothing better than a sweet-smelling baby all nuzzled up against you. It is the most peaceful I've ever felt in my life.


And now, as I am running out of interesting and/or thought-provoking items to discuss, (and YES, the other items I have discussed were both interesting and thought-provoking...at least to me anyway...), I am going to eat a bowl of Cheerios and read--Until The Hills comes on anyway.


H--I promise, I'm going to take a look at this Facebook and see if I can make any sense of it! :)