Mommy and Caden Playing

So finally--About The Hills.....

"Honey, homeboy came to a barbeque on the beach wearing boots--do you really want to date that????!!!"

--LC

So, getting back to the REALLY important things in life-- What did we all think of the girls last night?? (I already know what some of you think...) :) My thoughts in a not-so-shallow nutshell:


1) Brody is a weeeee-neeeee. Really. "Wah-wah, my finger hurts...See? I can't move it, wah-wah...." SHUT UP! And then he comes back with a cast up to his collar bone!! What a reject. Ugh.


2) I want to punch Audreina in the schnozz. Seriously! What is she thinking with Justin-Beavis-Bobby??? He's horrible! I was seething while I watched him chatting up all those other girls at the BBQ!! And then he left her helmet on the couch--what a cheeseball. Oh well--that scene did cause my favorite quote of the episode, so I guess it had a silver lining. And I saw on the previews that she's going out with him again next week! Argh! Audreina is fast earning herself a number-one slot on my bad list (Well, underneath Heidi and Skeevey Spencer that is). And speaking of those losers, moving on....


3) Heidi is a complete ditz. I am actively hating on her. Her parents did seem fairly grounded--did you notice how small their house was?? It was actually 'normal people' size! And her mom and dad seemed to be sensing that all was not perfect in 'Heidi-and-Spencer-land' and called them out on it. Go Heidi's parents!! My favorite part of all that was when Heidi had gone to the bathroom, and her mother was talking to Slimy Spencer about what happend with Lauren, and he pretty much gets possessed by some demonic spirit. His eyeballs were all popped out, and he's spitting, "She is so SELFISH. She wanted Heidi all to HERSELLLFFFFF." **Bulging eyeballs again** They got a quick angle on Heidi's mom, who looks like she really wants to run. Bless her heart......


4) Wrapping it all up with LC--not much really happened with her. I did feel sorry for her at the BBQ when she was sad about losing Heidi, but she pulled herself together to comfort Audreina, so I was proud of her...


Oh, and one more thing.....why can't we see more of Lo?? I like her! She seems like she actually may have a bit of sense in her noggin'!!!!!

Looooong Day

I'm Reading: Tales from the Town of Widows -- James Canon
I'm Listening: "Rumor Control" on E! News
I'm Feeling: Warm and Snuggly :)



In my cushy bathrobe again--and feelin' good! The husband and I (and yes, I did say THE HUSBAND) just wrapped up another episonde of The Hills.... He tried to act like he was sleeping, but I saw him sneaking glimpses when he thought I wasn't watching. We both agreed that Justin-Bobby-weirdo is a punk, and we were both, like totally devastated for Audreina. **sniff** :) Will dissect further at a later time, too tired for that now...


Such a long day it has been! (Did that sound a little Yoda-ish?? Now I'm giggling and talking in Yoda--good job Meg, that'll never wear off....) I was glad to be home--Daddy K even had the bebe' all bathed and clean-smelling! He was all ready for bed--one of the really sad parts to my 'working late' days. I had just enough time with him to snuggle a bit and walk him until he went to sleep. I heard him cry sometime during The Hills, (someone will have to update me on the events of the snippet I missed), and I flew in to pick him up. As I was shushing and humming him back to sleep, I walked by my dresser mirror. There I was, hair in my usual messy 'perma-ponytail', in my old lady pink bathrobe, with my little boy snuggled up underneath my neck, snoring in my ear. At that point goose bumps flew all over me--I was truly, truly happy. If I could bottle up that one moment and carry it around with me all the time, I don't think I would ever feel bad. This is what it's all about for me-- Whether it's a snuggle session with my little Bebe', a late night phone call from my Mom, or a shared conversation with my husband. It's how I function from day to day. And I'm sure I'm not thankful nearly enough!

The Greatest Show on Earth

What a lazy day! I spent the majority of the morning in my very comfy bathrobe, sipping on some bad coffee, (I have yet to get the hang of making good coffee, which is alarming...) and playing with the bebe'. Still recuperating from our "Parent's Night Out", I decided to nap a little when Baby C went down for the morning. We slept for 3 1/2 hours! We got up and rushed around getting ready for the Circus--which we were due to be at in less than an hour and a half. We finally got ourselves organized and headed out to meet AS and crew. We had a great time, and everyone behaved flawlessly. All the kiddies seem to have really enjoyed themselves. Of course, I did see somewhat of a distored picture, from behind the crazy bouncing boy on my lap. By far, his favorite act was the 'Globe of Death'--with 7, yes that's right, SEVEN dirt bikes screeching around in this thing, it was a sight to behold. Even Daddy was pretty impressed with that. My favorites were the trained dogs and cats, (domestic, I'm talking about here, not the big cats, although they were impressive as well). The little dogs were so cute! They had a tiny little chihuahua riding on a saddle on the back of a great dane! They were adoreable. The only thing I was a little disappointed in was that there were no longer three rings. Everything was based around this story of a family who had dreams to be in the circus, and their journey finding their perfect job. I prefer the circus of my childhood--nix the story, and have three rings of constant craziness!! That seemed so much more fun. But the show was really well done, with a lot of really cool acts. It was an afternoon well spent, and now I'm getting ready to attempt to get my squirmy worm of a child to calm down and go to sleep. I have a feeling it will be a bit of a battle, due to the combination of cotton candy, puffs, biter biscuits, and lemonade, (I know, another day of bad eating--)that the little one ingested.

James Gregory Video

One of the only two I could find--minimal language issues. (Another thing I like about him-it's rare to find a comedian who isn't continuously dropping the f-bomb and other offensive explitives, so it's nice to find someone who uses little bad verbage...

We made it through!!

I have successfully survived the first night away from my child! He spent last night with Granny C while Daddy and I went to the local Comedy Club with his work buddies. I did not cry, nor did I call excessively and/or otherwise embarrass myself. I am suitably proud. **taking a bow**

I worked for a half-day and after coming home and collecting ourselves, Daddy, the bebe', and I went to the State Fair. We had so much fun! First up on our agenda was a visit to the animal exhibition area. I was a bit disappointed to find that all the rabbits and birds had gone home. (I always enjoyed agitating the roosters to make them crow--someone should have spanked me). So, we were left to wander among the sheep and pigs. The little one was pretty facinated with the pigs. Daddy was not. Everytime I got within spitting distance of a piggie he would start squawking. "Get away from there--you're too close...", "Dont you know hogs will eat anything if they're hungry? Don't you think he look hungry?" , "Watch it! He's sniffing his toes! HE'S GOING TO EAT HIS TOES!" Blah, blah, blah. :) Of course, the bebe' just snorted when his toes got sniffed--he knew he was in no danger with that piece of pork chop. We worked our way through all the exhibitions, and the flea market section, and then headed home. We ate so much I thought I would be sick. Let's just be honest and lay it all out there: There was Cotton Candy, (LOTS of cotton candy), lemonade, corn dogs, fried cookie dough, grilled corn with butter dripping everywhere...let's see, am I leaving anything out?? Ugh.

We hurried home after the fair, and jumped straight into getting ready for the evening. The husband and i had tickets to go see a comedian at the local Comedy Club. The show didn't start until quite late, so we had arranged for the bebe' to spend the night with his Granny. We dropped him off around 8:30 and headed out to eat. It felt really weird not asking for a high chair, but it was really fun. We had a great time at the Club. The opening act was some greasy, obnoxious Italian guy with hair that kept falling into his eyes. Needless to say, I was NOT impressed. Then, out came James Gregory! With the alleged title of 'funniest man in America', (which after last night I will not challenge), he lumbered onto the stage and delivered one of the funniest stand-up acts I have ever seen! He hails from Georgia, and he catagorizes his comedy as "front-porch" humor. Lots of southern, (but not redneck) material. I'll try to find a video to post.... I laughed until my voice cracked, and I thought I was going to chuck up my Tony Roma ribs. It was great! Plus, I got to dress up in a cute outfit, wear makeup, big earrings, and let my hair down from my perma-ponytail. I did miss the bebe'--especially when we got home and the house was so quiet and empty--but I know it was good for all of us, and good practice for Granny for our upcoming NYC trip!

Anyone heard anything about this???

Just found on PerezHilton.com......

"We stand by our story 100%.
Fidel Castro is dead!
The only way the Cuban government can settle this once and for all, though, is to parade him (alive) around Havana this weekend. No pictures or video!"

"Update: An official announcement is still expected today. We are hearing that law enforcement wants to wait until rush hour traffic is over in Miami.
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To everyone in Miami, please be mindful of each other and keep your safety in mind. "

Anyone else heard anything about this????

:)

These 'kittehs' always make me smile!!

Amy Winehouse....

For those of you who know/listen to/care anything about Amy Winehouse--I was flooooored when I ran across an old picture of her, circa 2003. She was really pretty! Wow...what happened to her???!!! Oh, right. The heroin and booze probably didn't help. She needs to sign her butt back into rehab.

He's a monster!

We've got chompers!! Someone was just asking us the other day if the little guy had any more teeth, and I responded that no, it was still just the bottom two. Tonight, while getting the bebe' ready for bed, (which is a task and a half mind you), I noticed what I thought were some upper teeth. FOUR OF THEM. No kidding--the kid has cut four teeth and we had NO idea. One of the two front teeth is all the way through, and the second frontie is just popping out of the gums, as are the two incisors, ( I guess those are incisors--or are they canines???). I could not believe it!! If we continue this way, he's going to look like one of the characters from 'Where the Wild Things Are'. I'll enclose a picture that I attempted to take, (only one of the teeth is showing up decently), and I'll throw in a 'Wild Thing' for comparison... :) By the way, he's crying in the picture because I'm trying to put his pajamas on--really, the kid likes to be naked that much.

It's so nice here at the end of the day....

I'm Reading: "Wives Behaving Badly" by Elizabeth Buchan

I'm Listening: "Heaven Only Knows" by John Legend

I'm feeling pretty useless this week at work. I've been slogging through some of the 'random' things that have a tendency to pile up without you really noticing, and even though I'm getting the good part of it off my desk, I don't feel like I've really accomplished anything meaningful. I would so much rather work on a large project, with a well defined beginning and end, as opposed to this stuff. You can chip away at it all day long, but in the end, it just piles right back up and makes you look like you've been playing Tiddlywinks all day. **SIGH**

I haven't really had a chance to do a proper blog entry since returning from 'Sweet Home Alabama'. But lemme tell you, there was nothing sweet about it this trip. It was H-O-T. It was that kind of hot where the sweat beads up and rolls down into areas that you just can't dab at politely. Ugh! But, the wedding went well, the bride was beautiful, and the baby behaved splendidly, so i guess the trip could be considered a success. Unless you count the small scene where Mom almost clawed my eyes out just into the beginning of the weekend. I'm a bit of a cynic as most know, and verrrrry dry and sarcastic. (Noooo-really? I would have never guessed.) I push my limits more with Mom than I probably do with anyone else, (simply because she is where I get the dry, cynical, sarcasticness--that's right Mom, don't deny it), and usually she can take it pretty well. But at the point of the "almost-clawed-my-eyes-out debacle, I was pretty much just being a jerk. And she called me on it. I hate when that happens! There really was no plausible excuse for my behavior other than all of a sudden I was crazy homesick. I felt like a middle-schooler at camp--I just wanted to go home!! I hate not having the familiarity of my things around me, and that pretty much brings out my inner Mean Girl. But, once Mommy-dearest reminded me of the ever-so-present fact that, "you are supposed to be an ADULT", and after a teensy spell of pouting, I was set right, and we carried on with our weekend. I do have the alarming vice of regressing to my pre-teen years at a moment's notice, and most usually all it takes is a good verbal jolt, (more often than not from Mom) to snap me back to the real world, where I am, once again, *ahem* a functioning grown-up. :)

Now I KNOW she's crazy.....

You may not be able to read all the fine print--I didn't realize it was going to come up that small, but in essence, Brit just declined an offer by Pop-God-0f-the-Universe, (and former flame) JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE. He offered to do a duet with her to help her claw her way out of the poop hole that is her life...and she said, "No thanks". That's it--NO THANKS. She thinks her "album" is just fine the way it is.... She must be delirious. I wasn't really giving any credence to the "mental instability" rumors, but she has to have some kind of medical condition to refuse the JT. I just can't fathom it.....

Do you look at him and think, "What a Gentleman"?

"Justin-Bobby--what is he, some kind of Nascar- hippie- homeless man??"

--Kidd Craddock on the Kid Craddock Morning Show

My thoughts exactly Kidd. What a Loo-serrrr. He's right up there with Stupid Spencer. Blech. Also--is anyone else getting depressed watching LC's downward spiral? Get a man already and smile a little! I wish Jason would hurry up and come back!!

By the way, we're back from the Duuurrrrty South. More on that lata.

Bebe' C and I are 'Bama bound in a few hours. My cousin is getting married, so we're headin' down to God's Country to participate in the festivities. :) Hopefully the trip will be uneventful--I'm going to try to borrow a portable DVD player for the car ride, in case the kiddie gets restless, so that should help. I would say he's pretty good on the road, but I don't want to jinx myself. My mom is riding down with us, so it should be a fun weekend. I'm excited to get to see Mom, it's been about a month since we saw her last and that's too long!!!

My Husband is peeing his pants over these...

A few from this evening's Trail-Cam Check....I am SO not going to see my man come September.....**shaking head**

**SIGH***

It's good to be home. It's good to be in a place where I can breathe again--I feel like I've been deprived of some serious O2 because I've been holding my breath for most of the day. I HATE tension. Truly--it sucks. I'm already dreading the alarm in the morning. Yuck. I'm sure this will blow over, as all things do, but I, (and everyone else in the vicinity for that matter) still have to suffer through it. Everyone has disagreements, and they are always resolved, usually postively, but that doesn't make them any easier when they come around the next time. Today was a day that I just wanted to brick in my Cubie and not come out until 5. We are TOTALLY not supposed to listen to iPods, at least not visably, but my earbuds were stuffed in there and they were NOT coming out. In between John Legend's crooning, and Biggie's contribution, ("I love it when you call me big Po-pa.....") :) I made it through the afternoon. I don't think I have ever been so happy to see the bebe' and my Baby-Daddy! We went out to eat with some of the extended fam to celebrate one of the kiddie's bdays, and we had such a good time! Of course the little man was the life of the party--making faces, babbling, the usual. Everyone got a kick out of his "what-the-heck-did-you-just-put-in-my-mouth" face, and he sure made it enough! I'm trying really hard to expose him to different kinds of food early, in the hopes that he won't be a picky eater when he gets bigger... We got home late, but he was still being good. My Baby-Daddy dropped us off and immidiately headed for the farm for his daily collection of the Wildlife Trail-Cam memory card--he just can't stand to let a day go by without checking that darn thing. "But there might be some new bucks on there..." or "the battery will die, I HAVE to go check on it..." There's always some excuse.... :) He's already getting psyched up for the fall. After he left, I got Bebe' C in the bath, and actually made it through the ordeal surprisingly dry--I usually come away from Bath Time feeling a bit like I've been on the front row of the Shamoo Show at Seaworld.... Then he took a bottle and drifted right off. It was a good night. Thank God--I sure as heck needed it.

Tee-hee.....I LOVE this site!

www.icanhascheezburger.com

So today stinks.....

"When absolutely everything has gone wrong, sometimes the best thing you can do is just take a nap..."

Today is MOST CERTAINLY going to be one of those days. Ugh.

The Hills Season Premier!

The Hills premiers tonight at 10pm!!! (I'm such a junkie.) I hope LC wigs out on Heidi! And just for posterity...I hate Spencer Pratt! (Notice how Heidi isn't in the above publicity shot?? I bet they're going to phase her out, the silly tramp. I never liked her anyway...)

Finally......SUCCESS!!

IT'S ABOUT TIME!! That's all I have to say about that. :) I'll be sending out links with the complete session as soon as I get the chance...We finally got those darn pictures taken today---although there for a bit, I thought today was going to be a bust too. We had a relaxing morning...got all ready and loaded up and hit the road half and hour early. Remember that bumper-to-bumper traffic from last Saturday? Yup--you gussed it. We ended being 15 minutes late, but they didn't say a word about it. I made sure to mention that we were one of the lucky ones that had to reschedule from last weekend. I had already warned Daddy Bear that should they say ANYTHING to me about being late, and by anything, I mean ONE word, ONE snide remark, A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G, I was going to have a spazz fit right there in the middle of the studio. Thankfully, we had a lovely young girl who ushered us right in and started the pictures right away. We had so much fun! Baby C perfomed wonderfully, mackin' on the camera at every turn. What a little showman I'm raising.... :) We had a million different poses to choose from, and unfortunately for us, we haven't quite learned how to say no yet.....Anyone want some wallets?? :) Truly, I think we came out of there with at least 200 photos! After all was said and done, we had a really good time, and came away with some GREAT pictures!!!

Lovin' some Saturday...

Today was such a good day! We began with Cinnamon Rolls, as all good Saturdays should start with.... Good ol' artery cloggin' fun--woohoo! Then we all rolled out to the Mall to search for some clothes for the Bebe'. (Our SECOND appointment for Pictures is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon). The crowds in the stores weren't quite as bad as I thought they would be, however the Food Court was a different story. It brought to mind a National Geographic special on hyeinas, with the tables being the fresh zebra carcass. No--really. People were circling around, watching for the crumpling of napkins, the gathering of belongings, all the tell-tale signs that meant the people were getting ready to leave. Then, before the chair could even get cold, some shopper would fling their bags onto the table, and the losers would slink back to start the cycle again. Kevin and I almost ran over some older couple as they dove, (well, more like shuffled really, but hey, we had a lot of bags AND a stroller to deal with!) into seats that had just opened in front of us. As I was shooting them the stink eye, Kevin spotted an opening, and we finally got parked at a table. Beside that little episode, the rest of our stay at the mall was really quite pleasant. The kiddie looooved the Disney Store. He is all about the Disney Channel, and so you can only imagine the reaction when he comes face to face with a wall full of Mickey Mouses and Little Einsteins! I was quite afraid that we wouldn't get to leave the store without one of everything, but fortunately, the bebe' latched on to a Leo doll (the red-headed "Little Einstein"), and we ran before he could grab anything else. And, we came up with THE CUTEST outfit for the little guy! (See up top--I'm thinking the overalls with bare feet!) I was so proud! Now if we can just get those darn pictures taken...

This is what it's all about....

American Idol tryouts are here--that means that we are one step closer to the Season Premier this fall!!! Whoo-Hoo! Browsing through MSNBC, I ran across this article. This girl has got some dedication! I'm sure they will pump this story up to the max when the show starts....

Pregnant 'Idol' wannabe labors through tryout The "American Idol" auditions have often been called a laboring process, but one hopeful has given that term a whole new meaning.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20200098/from/ET/

And no pictures to speak of....

Oh yeah--And did I mention the picture scandal??? As you may remember, I had posted about the complete and utter drama/nightmare I endured on what could have been a lovely Saturday afternoon, all for the sake of these blasted pictures. Well Sunday, after another 'stress-out' session, (anyone recall the Carol Burnette Show with the "What'll I wear?! What'll I wear?!" segment???) we finally get ourselves together and head up to the Portrait Studio. And a whole half and hour early too! THEY HAD NO POWER. Nothing, not a spark. Of course both the neighboring shops had electricity, just not the picture peeps. Gimme a break! (Throwing hands up in defeat, take two....) So I rescheduled for this weekend thinking, surely, SURELY, we can get a break and get these stupid pictures made once and for all!

Ready for today to be done!

I'm Feeling: Really, REALLY tired....

I'm Reading: "Girls of Riyadh" -- by Rajaa Alsanea

I'm Listening: "Slow Me Down" --Emmy Rossum

So I'm tired. Real tired. Dog tired. It's pretty bad... I'm sitting here watching reruns of Miami Ink, and wishing I had the guts and the money to go down there and get branded myself. Those guys are crazy talented!! The bebe' is snoozin on--I just popped my head in the door a few minutes ago, and he had both arms thrown back behind his head, snoring away. Must be nice to be so carefree huh? He should be tired too, the little ball of insanity--he's been pulling up on EVERYTHING. He had his first "big boy" injury the other day, in the care of Baby-Daddy I might add--Mommy would have NEVER let such a thing happen!!! (That is SO going to come back to bite my butt cheeks....) He is totally into the little 'puff/Cheerio/mystery material' thingies, and Daddy C had the open container in the middle of the coffee table. Of course, my little man sees puffs and immiediately goes for them. He pulls himself up on the coffee table, and in attempting to 'walk' himself down to reaching distance, and while Daddy I'm sure has his entire focus devoted to blowing the head off of some robot on the X Box, he trips over his feet and smashes eyeball first into the table. Grrrrrrr. But I'm cool now--I had to keep telling myself to shake it off, that I'll have my share of mishaps with the little bugger.... And, he really wasn't hurt that bad, just a little red scrappy looking bump. Still, I'm going to have to toughen up for the next few years, as I'm sure there will be plenty more to deal with!

Grrrrrr.....

After the idyllic start to our day, the end was pretty much a disaster. Caden's first professional pictures are tomorrow, (I know, we're running a bit behind with that...)and I wanted to find him something cute to wear. So I decide we're going to run to Hamburg this afternoon to hit Babies R' Us and Old Navy. Apparently, there is some road work happening on I-75, so we run into pretty much bumper-to-bumper traffic like 5 or 6 miles from our exit. Not to be slowed down, I decide to go the back way, and get off the Paris/Lexington exit. Unfortunately, I DON'T KNOW THE BACK WAY. So I call my Baby-Daddy, frantically trying to describe where I am in order for him to tell me the quickest way to get to where I'm going. He tries to instruct me, but due to the fact that i forget directions almost as soon as he tells them to me, he finally yells at me to just stay on the phone as I'm driving. Fun. Real fun. So, that pretty much started my downward spiral.

We finally make our way into Babies R Us, WHICH IS A MADHOUSE. There are crazy big pregnant ladies everywhere!! I felt really sorry for them--I remember when i was in their shoes, and BOY does it get old quick! So I pick up a cool, cushie cover for shopping carts and high chairs, more for my comfort than Bebe' C's, as I am pretty much a germaphobe, and grab another Sippy Cup, (Avent this time, which hopefully will be better than the super-leaky Gerber pieces of crap that we got at Wal-Mart--Baby Mamma's, for the sake of your sanity, stay away from the Nubby!!!) At this point, we make a running dash through the clothing section, the main pupose for my visit mind you, and nada. Not a thing he could wear for his pictures. Bah!

Our sojourn into Old Navy was so brief, it doesn't even really deserve a mention. Madhouse, take two, again with no suitable digs for the kiddie. I throw up my hands, admit defeat, and head home.

My son is an absolute angel the entire afternoon. It's as if he knows there is no room for any funny business with Mommy. He played quietly, ate all of his veggies, and even smiled when I changed his diaper. The most exciting development, (I feel as though we've been having a lot of these lately...) occured when we were playing in the floor of his room. As soon as I sat him down on the floor, he promptly crawled over to his crib, and pulled himself up! You would think he would be content with his newly discovered ability to crawl, but heck no, not my child! On to pulling up! I've made a mental note to try to get this on video tomorrow....

Lazy Saturday Mornings are the best invention ever!

Mood: Relaxed and very much content

I'm Reading: "The Double Bind", by Chris Bohjalian

I'm Listening: Elmo singing on Sesame Street :)

Mmmmm. Nothin' like a lazy Saturday morning. I remember when I was little, several things were staples at my house. First of all, NONE of us would be out of our PJ's before noon. I can so clearly remember the smell of my Dad's coffee--he always had a mug in his hands along with the paper or a magazine, lounging around in his ratty sweat pants and his silly boat shoes. My brother and I would vegitate on the couch, watching cartoons and picking at each other, and later my Mom would take us to Nanny's house to do the bulletin for church the next day. While there, Grampa would invariably be taking his mid-day nap and Ryan and I would stealthily sneak into Nanny's old makeup and proceed to "makeover" Grampa while he slept. Of course, I know we woke him up, but he would always pretend to be asleep, and then "wake up" so surprised that he looked like a horribly disfigured female troll... :) I'll have to find a picture of that somewhere.

Then, a few years later, some of my favorite Saturday mornings were spent with my brother and Mom. Ryan and I would always wake up first, and then go jump in Mom's bed, where we would all lay around and talk the morning away. We would plan our day, talk about school and our lives.

Now, I have my own son--and just this morning, I woke to the feeling of an ever-so-small index finger being poked up my nose. Upon opening my eyes, I found myself looking at quite possibly the most beautiful almost-toothless smile I've ever seen. (Usually almost-toothless smiles are not really that attractive). :) Baby C then, after he was sure that I was thourougly awake, proceeded to repeat the exercise with his daddy, eliciting a snort that pretty much scared his pants off. I thought, as I was pulling my shirt sleeve out of my baby's mouth, that this was quite possibly what life is all about----Lazy Saturday mornings. It's funny how life cycles around isn't it? As I'm typing this, I have a mug of coffee sitting on the computer desk, I'm in my ratty sweats, and I'm learning to count to ten with the gang on Sesame Street. Life goes on.......

Complete Craziness!

I just read the following article on MSNBC. This is COMPLETE Craziness! 'Nuff said.

"Couple welcomes 17th child _ and wants more An Arkansas couple had a baby daughter Thursday _ their 17th child and seventh girl _ and the pair say they're still not ready to give it a rest."

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20097968/from/ET/

Caden Playing

Caden loves the Keys Nana got him!

Crawling some more....

He's so good at it!

Look Out World!

Like a said--a crazy crawling monster! ;)

WE ARE MOBILE!

So I come home this afternoon to a crazy crawling monster....he's all over the place!! He's crawling perfectly, and even pushing himself up to a sitting position--- I am the proudest Mommy! It is so wild to me that it clicks just like that; I mean he's been working up to it I guess, but it's like the light switch just turned on for him. I'm glad he can get around a bit better now--he had been getting really frustrated not being able to get where he wanted to go!

I finshed "For One More Day", by Mitch Albom. Definately a must-read for any book list. I made it all the way through to the last page before I teared up, (not counting the night I called my Mom balling--that was in the very beginning). Emotions are so weird for me now. Not that I was dead inside before mind you, but I think all those crazy hormones that were coursing through my veins when I was preggers wound up making me lean a teensy bit to the "sniffle-at-the-Chase-Credit-Card-Commercial Side. Now don't act you don't know the one I'm talking about. Remember--the one with that "I'm 33 for a moment" song--where the couple starts off getting hitched, have babies, and then grandkids, and such. I know you know the one. I'll post it if I can find it on YouTube. Annnnyway, I snotted all the way through the first part, (that was an off day though), but I really turned on the Water Works at the end. It's one of those books that makes you want to call everyone in your family, all your friends, and quite possibly your mail man to tell them how much you care about them and appreciate them. A quick read, but that's all it takes. Good stuff.

Allright---SYTYCD, ("So You Think You Can Dance" to the lay person) is about to kick off, so I best be wrappin' it up. As Kelly Rasberry from the Kidd Kraddock radio morning show, (which I've recently developed a small addiction to), would say, "Good-niiite der' diery"

These poor kids--WHAT IS SHE THINKING??! Honestly, I've about had enough of hearing about this white-trash tramp. It's obvious that she is a COMPLETE war zone, but sometimes I forget about her unfortunate babies...It's sad they had to be born to a mother that sucks. Stupid Britney. I hope they take them away from her and put them somewhere they can be really loved and taken care of.