"The best of all medicines is resting..." --Benjamin Franklin

The weekends are like an antibiotic for me. A shot of 'Saturday' and I can go again. After another tumultuous week at work, I was more than ready to spend some QT time with my family. Saturday morning, the muffin had a bottle at 6am, then we all went back to Snoozeville until 8am. The morning was spent playing in our jammies--the muffin has a new Giraffe toy that he is completely nuts about.

He is getting so close to walking--he is standing on his own for small periods of time now, although I still think it freaks him out when he realizes he's not holding on to anything! He gets this surprised look on his face and then he does this little tightrope-walker move with his arms as he keeps his balance. After standing for a bit, he looks around like he's not sure what to do next, then sits back down. I realized the other day that in only a week he'll be 9 months old! It's amazing how the nine months of my pregnancy seemed to crawl by at a snail's pace, but these past nine months felt like I flew through them at warp speed!

After lunch, we met the in-laws, along with the our nephew at a local Orchard. Our first stop was 'Barnyard Babies', where the muffin got to see baby chicks, ducklings, and rabbits. He loved the ducks!!
Then, we moved over to the Petting Zoo where the bebe' yanked the ears of various farm animals, including goats, sheep, and one very cranky llama. We had a break for apple cider and cookies, (both of which are now favorites of Baby C's), and then loaded up on the wagon for a hayride to the Corn Maze and the Pumpkin Patch. Apparently, the corn maze was pretty boring, because upon emerging from the rows, the muffin was zonked out.

Skipping over the Pumpkin Patch, we headed back in favor of being unoriginal and selecting one of the 'pre-picked' pumpkins from the shelves at the garden shop. After waking from his power nap, the bebe' was ready to run. We hit the playground, where he enjoyed both the rocking horses and the farm vehicles that he could 'steer'. (By the way, you would not believe the fit thrown when we tried to remove him from the wheel--it was catastrophic.) The hubby and I have decided to purchase one of these plastic steering wheels--I don't think we would ever have to buy another toy!

Upon finally separating Baby C from the playground, we headed through the 'Spooky Farmhouse', (probably second only to the playground--the muffin loved all the bright lights--no scaredy-cat here!), and then up to pick out our pumpkins. We headed to the grocery, and then home for a relaxing evening. I made a loaf of Raisin Banana Nut Bread, (I'm a bread-making addict now), and then went to bed.

Love Letter to My Son

Baby C:


Tonight I laid my head on your little chest while you were sleeping. I listened to you breathe in and out, and I counted the beats of your heart. I watched as you squirmed to get comfortable, your mouth smacking like an old man as you finally settled in, stretching your arms out above your head, your belly sticking out of your pajama shirt. You had a tuft of hair standing up near your ear, and I smoothed it down. As I kissed your baby hand, your eyes opened just a bit, your fingers reaching out to search for me. When your hand touched my cheek, you closed your eyes and drifted off again. Everyone says the cliche' things like, "You'll never know anything like a mother's love", and "Just wait until you have kids--then you'll understand". Even when I was still pregnant with you, I would always inwardly roll my eyes while outwardly nodding in polite agreement. But tonight, when I felt a tear brim up over the corner of my eye, and then roll down my cheek as I watched you sleeping, I knew they were right. I never knew such a small person could make such a big feeling in me. You were once a part of my body, and you will always be a part of my soul. We will always be connected, you and me, for the rest of our lives and beyond.

Daddy's Coming to Get You!

Bless his little heart, he sure squalls like a girl, but he has a lot of fun doing it!

I LOOOOOVE GREY'S!!!!

Thank God for a show that I am passionate about. That's it--it's over Prison boys, Grey's Anatomy has now taken my top spot!! It was amazing tonight!! Grey's is one of those rare shows where your emotions truly run the gamut from laughing, to crying, to anger, to complete mushy love! If you are not an AVID viewer you should be. I swear it is the best show on television. I won't spoil it for you if you TiVo'd...but suffice it to say things are sure going to get interesting in the next few weeks!

Today....

Ahhh, where to begin, where to begin. I actually had a sense of accomplishment when I left the office today. That was a welcome change. The drama level is still teetering just below the "Pure Insanity" notch, unfortunately, and doesn't appear to be changing. I am making myself slog through a few more weeks before I really start thinking about a lobotomy. I was sooo happy to skip out the door at five, get in my car, crank up some old-school jams, and rock out. I ended up next to a conservative Beamer lady on my right who couldn't resist looking over her little-on-the-end-of-her-nose-with-gold-beaded-chain spectacles at me and shooting a disapproving conservative look. I gave her a little wave and thought about how much that glance was deepening her frown lines. Prude. After a few stanzas of "Hey, Dirrtay--baby I gotchur monay, don'tchu worray...I say hey!" I felt much better about my situation, and the chainsaw buzzing in my head started to fade a little. Once home, I realized again why I married my husband. We got the muffin fed, bathed, played for a bit, got him off to bed, then had a Husband-and-Wife Game Night. We played Mancala, (that weird little African rock game) and a few rounds of Uno. Between him and the bebe', I can almost forget all the work-day woes...

Baby C was good this evening, though I feel like I hardly get to see him. If and only IF I get off at a normal time, as soon as I get home, it's time for his dinner, then bath, a little play time, then bed. And that's all the time I get to spend with him. The weekends are pretty much my saving grace. If I didn't have those, I wouldn't be able, either physically or emotionally, to get through the week. My job has not always been like this. Even when going back full time after my Maternity Leave, I never felt like I have these past few weeks. I got home on time, I was happy, and the days were not filled with sniping. Working and being a mommy can (and used to be, for a short while), a very rewarding experience--especially if you have good childcare, which we are fortunate to have. You are making an imprint on a tiny human being that you created, and also providing for your family. But boy--when things are crazy at your job, it's a whole different ballgame. With these long hours I've been working lately, I feel like I'm missing out on so much. He's changing so fast as it is--it's like I just turn my head for a moment, and he's completely different when I look back again. (By the way, did I mention I think he's working on tooth #8? The kid already brushes his teeth himself. No Joke.) The hubby and I were just talking about that tonight. In eight months, he's come from not being able to hold his head up to this crazy little gremlin who is all over everything--crawling, standing, laughing, pointing! I know that I am doing what's best for both my family and myself, but especially when your job isn't going how you want it to, you end up questioning your choices.....

The TV "Dish"

First of all, why did NO ONE tell me that The Bachelor was back?! I love this trash! Somehow I get tangled up in it every year... Of course, we all knew months ago that last season's Andy and Tessa broke up soon after the end of the show, but I just heard today that Jerry O'Connell and Sarah broke up after two years! **Sniffle** I really liked her--she was so cute!!! Oh well. So anyhow, this season looks ready to live up to the low standards of its predecessors... My top three after the first evening are Jenni--the Phoenix Suns Dancer, Jade--in boutique sales, (doesn't that sound splendidly exotic?), and Hillary--the RN.

The Hills did not disappoint Monday evening! I felt so sorry for Lauren. That look when the engagement was announced and she sort of 'half' lifted her glass was priceless. Poor dear. I'll be interested to see how all that plays out. Katja seemed like a snotty brat. But, in what I guess is better news for LC, I hear she's been seeing her old Laguna Beach flame Steven Coletti! Apparently, Hayden Panettiere just dumped him like a pound of rocks and he went running to Lauren. Not sure how I feel about all of that.

Prison Break was okay for me this week. Some good stuff went down. Not quite as enthusiastic about this week as last week. We'll see what happens this Monday.

Just finished watching the Grey's spin off, "Private Practice". I'm warming up to it, but I haven't made a concrete decision just yet.

My Notable (and most alarming) News Item of the Day...

Did anyone else hear about the SEVENTEEN POUND baby that was born in Russia on the 17th of this month? Oh yes, I said SEVENTEEN. Take a look--and I thought my son was a pork chop. And this is #8 for this lady!! The story is on MSN if you want to read further. Here's the link: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20995289/from/ET/

A complete, sad, desperate MESS

I continue to feel sorry for this degenerate's children. I don't care how famous she is, with the obvious lack of a moral compass, no sense of reality, and no shred of common sense, she should not still have custody of those babies. To think that she once said that when a woman has children "being a mommy" should be her full-time job...

Apparently, there are no gay people in Iran....

“In Iran we don’t have homosexuals like in your country. In Iran we do not have this phenomenon. I don’t know who’s told you that we have this.”

- Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, speaking at Columbia University in NYC on Monday

It's beginning to look a lot like October... :)

Geez--it's been a while eh? The weekend in summary: I worked 12 hours, (that's right, I said TWELVE) on Thursday. The office was in complete chaos. Friday, I only had to work a half-day, thank God, otherwise I probably would have had some kind of brain rupture. I had a lovely afternoon with my mother-in-law--I know, aren't I lucky?? :) We had lunch at a coffee shop on Main, and then went shopping. We went to a cute Primitives Store, and the bebe' found a Boyd's Bear that he just loved. Of course he threw a complete spastic fit when we tried to put it back on the shelf, (the thing was $30 dollars, are you kidding me?!) So, we found a really cute little TY stuffed puppy, (much more reasonable at $6 dollars) and he was placated. We came home and took an afternoon nap, had an uneventful evening, and went to bed. Saturday, I worked a half-day--again, not even worth the time it takes to talk about it--that place sucks up enough of my energy as it is... When I got home Saturday, the muffin, the hubby, and I went shopping. Supposed to be 'just looking'... :) Needless to say, we came home with lots of stuff we probably didn't need. We went to a nearby Garden Ridge, and the muffin went nuts over all the Christmas decorations. The lights, the trees, the inflatable front yard snow globes.... he loved them all. We are going to have so much fun this year!! He wanted to hug every Snow Man and Santa Clause we passed.

I can't wait for the season to start! (That of course means October 1st for me--My BFF and I break out Jingle Bells at work on October 1st.) :) Now, really. Don't bother babbling on about "rushing" things, or enjoying the other holidays because I do! They're all a splendid build up for the best Holiday of the Year! Fall is my favorite season, and I love all the munchies at Thanksgiving, but I find that the more I get myself psyched up for Christmas, the more fun it is!

Sunday was a good day too. We went to church, then to the Barrel for lunch, and ended up at a local flea market. After wandering around there for a bit, we headed home for a quiet afternoon. I had a new recipe from Mom that I made for dinner. It was a Chicken Stovetop Bake, which the hubby said was really good, but I couldn't eat it. I have a SERIOUS aversion to chicken. I'm fine if it's cooked, but if I have to handle it/cut it up raw, I can't eat whatever I've made. No joke--it makes me nauseous just thinking about it... blech. But anyway, he enjoyed it, which I guess was the silver lining. After telling Mom about it today, she suggested I ask my butcher to 'cut it up' for me the next time I go to the deli section. Seriously. Like I'm going to ask the pimply little weirdo behind the meats counter to chop my chicken. **Rolling eyes** He would probably choke on his tongue ring. I guess my Mom is just from another era.
Well, Prison Break is over--another good episode, but next week's looks even better. Just time now to wait around until The Hills. And boy, am I ready for The Hills. It helps me realize that there are more important things in life than jobs and families. Things like designer shoes, bad boyfriends, and crappy, over-dramatized cat fights. :)

UPDATE: Just to prove that I can be psyched about Fall and Christmas at the same time--look what I saw today driving home from work!!! I was super excited! Pumpkin carving time!!!! And by the way, the driver had to be way talented. I drove behind him for quite a while, and he never lost a pumpkin!

I am a Domestic Diva!

I just made my Amish Bread!! I'm letting it cool--it smells divine! It looks like something that wouldn't kill me if I put it in my mouth, so I'm pretty proud of myself. Thanks H! Now--I have four new 'starter' bags. Anyone want any?

I have reached a new low...

So this morning was a little hectic. Okay-- A LOT hectic. The Baby-Daddy was already at work, so I was having to hold down the fort. When I started combing my hair with my toothbrush, I realized I was probably getting a bit stressed. I had to keep poking my head out of the bathroom door to make sure Baby C hadn't swallowed my cell phone, or thrown himself off the bed. Thankfully, a new episode of The Wiggles was on, and he was pretty much screaming in delight. Heck--the episodes we've seen 4,567 times still make him scream in delight, unfortunately for me of course... Needless to say, I was not paying much attention as I threw on clothes, grabbed some shoes, the baby, and my keys, and flew out the door. I thought that I was walking funny, but was in too much of a hurry to really think about it. During the walk across the parking lot at work, I knew something was up. Did I have something stuck on the bottom of my shoe? Was my heel broken? I was, without a doubt, walking noticeably uneven. I look on the bottom of each shoe, and everything seems in order, so I continue on. Once in the office, I sit down and cross my legs, and notice----I HAVE ON TWO DIFFERENT SHOES. And there is a good half-inch difference in the size of the heels.
Pay no mind to my crooked toes--those are a gift from my father, (thanks Daddy). And you could say that the shoes are similar. At least it served to lighten the atmosphere in our otherwise, (did I use the word hellish already--yes, I think I did yesterday...)office. Again, another crappy day. Today, I actually got into a semi-screaming match with a student. Not a good thing obviously. My boss wisely intervened before I threw my staple remover at her eye-ball...He was on my side Thank God, so we resolved the situation quickly. I kept wanting to sing that little ditty about "....under pressure", da-da-da-da-dum, "Pushin' down on me, pressin' down on you...."

The Hills: "The Dish"

1) I am a proud member of Team Elodie! Way to put that witch Heidi in her place! "So, what did you do to Lauren to make her so mad at you? And, wait--you used to be friends with Audreina and Whitney too right? You just don't know what's right and what's wrong anymore. That's sad. Well, gotta finish this up, see ya!" Kudos to you Elodie.

2) I threw my shoe at the tv when Spencer pulled his little stunt at Ketchup. (Glad I missed--I would have had one steamed hubby if I hadn't...) And I reeeeeeally wanted to let them both have it when they sent those drinks over to LC and Jason. Grrrrrr.

3) Jason seems fine, but I hate that he's getting ready to drop the bomb on Lauren about his fiance'. That Kadtja/Katja/Kadja girl he's engaged to is like a freshman or something at UCLA isn't she? When did they meet?? He's been in rehab forever! It will be interesting to see how all that develops.

4) I HATE Hedi. I am so over despising her--now I am full on HATIN' on her.

"I've tried Yoga, but I find stress less boring..."

My life definitely is not lacking in stress right now. Have you ever been that close to just throwing your hands to the sky and screaming like a jungle animal? Boy, was I there today. I had the urge to just get up and walk away, maybe go lay under a tree and contemplate quadratic equations--ANYTHING other than sitting in my cubie for one more fraction of a second. But then, the last teeny, tiny, microscopic shred of sanity hanging on for dear life in my brain reminded me that I am an adult, and adults don't do things such as bellow like jungle creatures. Oh well--it was a thought. I feel as though I'm being stretched so thin, I'm going to be transparent soon. I just keep telling myself to hold on for a little bit longer. As soon as we get through the busy season, things will quiet down. And they always do--it's just much easier said than done, when you still have to live through every hellish moment to get there. Ugh. It was wonderful to get to come home to my rolly-poly muffin after dealing with stupid crap all day. He is such a little beam of sunshine!! Just one little toothy grin, and I forget all about everything else. We had quite the time with dinner. I gave him a 'teething biscuit' and stepped into the kitchen to put his dinner dishes in the sink, and this is what I came back to!!!

He was, and is, for that matter a mess! :) I was rocking him to sleep tonight and thinking about how it wasn't so long ago that I could hold him for hours, and now, my arm starts cramping up after five minutes--he's a pork chop! It makes me want another one. Of course I loved the lil' guy from the moment he burst into the world, but I'm much more of an infant/toddler person than a newborn person. I wish for my next one, I could just skip right up to this time, instead of going through all those crazy post-par tum hormones and no-sleep nights. :)

I just finished watching yesterday's episode of The Hills. I was so pumped up last night over Prison Break, I almost forgot to breathe, let alone remember that I had another show on. (Will dish on The Hills later). I heart Prison Break! I was not sure how I was going to feel about this new season, with Michael being back in prison AGAIN...but the plot seems feasible, and I'm already all wrapped up in the story line. Who is this Whistler character hmm?

8 Hours and Counting!

I AM SO PUMPED! My favorite show of all-time! (Second only to Grey's and maybe Housewives if they have a better season this year...) Everyone should watch tonight at 8pm--the new season sounds very promising. But really, where could you possibly go wrong with Wentworth Miller?? :)

Redneck Baby does NOT like shoes, (but does like lemonade)...

Mom made it up yesterday and we had a simply splendid afternoon. When she got here, the bebe' was finishing up his morning nap, so we had a little time to catch up. After he woke up, we got him all ready to go, in the cutest little wind pants and a little hat, and his new shoes!! I was so proud. He did really well for the first hour or so, (during which we had a great lunch at a local coffee shop that I had never been to). Upon leaving, he promptly began to scream. And by scream, I mean some concert-quality wailing. As I've mentioned before, my child is almost too good, (again, I'm sure I will really get it with my next one), and he never, NEVER fusses for more than the 2-3 minutes it takes to either fix him a bottle or put him to sleep. So, when he had been at it for 10 or 15 minutes, I knew something was amiss. Mom and I went through all the scenarios--it's his teeth, maybe he has a belly ache, (I should have never given him that dill pickle), on, and on. Then his face starts getting all blotchy. Mom thinks he's having an allergic reaction, (can a kid be allergic to dill pickles?). I'm trying to insist his face is probably just getting red because of the fit he's throwing...All this time mind you, he's still sqallin' like he's a bear with his paw in a trap. Then, I think--I bet it's the shoes. We finally get him back to the car, and I strip off his shoes and socks. Voila! The bebe' immediately stops crying. So we left the shoes off for the rest of the day. :)
The sidewalk sale was disappointing really, so we ventured on to the neighboring town's Fall Festival. We had so much fun! I bought lots of fun things, (including some delicious smelling tarts for my tart burner, some cute jewelry, and an adoreable "home is where mom is" artsy-looking wall plaque), and we ate lots of good food. One of the booths was selling 'honey lemonade', and it was soooo good. The muffin went nuts for it! We wandered around all afternoon, and then had coffee and desert at another cute coffee shop. The coffee came in these tiny little French presses, which very much added to the atmosphere... I felt like I should have been sporting spectacles and a beret, toting around a copy of some classic novel.

After finishing up, we gathered all our purchases and headed back to the crib. Mom hung out with the muffin while I got his bath things ready and then she got on the road. Of course, the bebe' was an absolute nightmare to put to sleep. He was overtired, and still rearin' to go at the same time, so he fought sleep like a little prince fighting a dragon. His eyelids would just begin to droop and he would start shaking his little head and rubbing his face. He finally gave in. (Isn't it amazing how an hour doesn't sound like very long, but when you've got a fussy baby on your hands, it feels like the whole night?)
Today we've just been hanging out. Oddly enough, when I put the little one down for his morning nap, I got the urge to clean! I put one of my new cranberry tarts in the burner, pulled my hair back, and gave the whole house a once-over. Let's just say, it was a bit embarrassing to see how bad that needed to be done. But, I felt very accomplished when I finished! :)

Redneck Baby gets shoes!!

So my son finally has a pair of certified kicks!! We've been looking for shoes for the little guy forever, but his feet are so stinkin' huge it was a bit of a search... No kidding, the muffin has the fattest feet I've ever seen--but we found him a pair tonight at the mall that seem to fit. According to the girl with the lip ring and the American Flag tattoos that accosted us in Foot Locker, "Them should fit em' for at least a couple a' months Aa'd say....Lemme feel 'es toes agin...." Yeah, uh-huh. She didn't even work there--just a bystander offering her opinion. Baby C is shooting her this, "who-are-you-and-why-the-heck-are-you-feeling-up-my-feet" look. I thought the baby-daddy was going to take off in a dead run. But, fortunately, Big Mamma left us alone after that, so we made our purchase and scurried out of the store.

I'm pretty pumped about tomorrow--Mom is coming up and we're going to some Festivals!! Our town is having it's 'Mainstreet Sidewalk Sale', and then a couple of towns over is a Fall Festival that I have been going to every year for several years. Mom made the trip up last time too, and it was a fun day, but I was way pregnant, and it was crazy H-O-T. Tomorrow is supposed to be sunny and 70, so it is going to be gorgeous!!!

Hurricane Chris-A Bay Bay

You like it dontcha?? :)

It's that darn song again. It's so annoyingly addictive--I heard it on the radio coming home, and even though my fingers flew to change the station, it was too late. "I'm in tha' club hollerin' ay bay-bay, ay bay-bay..." Argh! Honestly, you can't help but bob your head to the beat on that jam, even if it does make you want to poke your ear drums with sharp sticks.

Pirates of the Caribbean is on USA for the 584th time, and there's nothing better to do, so I'm tuned in. When the baby-daddy and I watch this, we always end up talking like Pirates to each other. Somehow, we find that realllly funny. We're kinda weird, don't ask. "AAAlloooo poppet..." :)

Another long day at the office, but I'm really quite tired of talking about that. So, I'll talk about something else.... This time next month, the hubby and I will be in NYC!! Since I can't bear to be away from the bebe' for any extended amount of time, the hubby and I decided to do a quick trip to a place we've both always wanted to go--the Big Apple! I was pretty excited about the whole thing in the beginning, but now I'm starting to get nervous about leaving my little muffin behind, but more than that, I'm pretty much petrified thinking about the whole flying thing. I used to be fine with flying, but recently it's really started to scare me. I think probably that movie United 93, and then the crash last year of Flight 5191 really set me on edge a little more than I thought at the time. I know, I know, the statistics show that you're much safer on a plane than in a car, but still--at least in a car you have a chance. Plane crashes are pretty much the end of the story. And I know it sounds silly, but my little muffin makes me think about all this stuff a lot more. I don't ever want him to be without me. So, in summary, I'm pretty much a big weenie, and they'll probably have to sedate me before I board the plane. I'm sure we'll have a good time once there--I'm pretty pumped about getting to see all the cliche' places, like Central Park, Times Sq., and the Statue of Liberty. And it will be a wonderful chance for my better half and I to get out of town for a bit. We haven't been on a proper vacation in a reeeeally long time. As many of you may recall, our last attempt at a nice trip ended in a hurricane and a week of eating nothing but rice. :( So this will be our first time away together for more than a weekend since then, and I am looking forward to it for that.

Anotha day, anotha dolla....

So I'm in the cushy bathrobe again, hangin' out at the house. The bebe' is snoozin' on, and I'm trying to motivate myself to do something....ANYTHING. This has been the looooongest week so far, and it's WEDNESDAY! Ugh. At least I made it through the halfway point. I'm feeling a bit on the draggy/catatonic side this evening, which I'm sure is the result of my crazy job. I go through the same thing every September, which is the biggest/busiest time of year for us. Some people start getting desperate, which turns into conniving, which evolves into scheming, which cultivates the lying and the backstabbing, which activates my "shut-up-and-leave-me-the-heck-alone-or-I'm-going-to-pummel-something" reflex, which really isn't all that healthy for either myself, or those who find themselves in my close vicinity. The silver lining is that I don't have to deal with this in my own little office. We're pretty much the Brady Bunch. You mess with one of us, and the others are on your heels faster than you can go cry to your superior. Everyone watches out for the other, instead of each man for himself. Honestly, this time of year tends to bring out the worst in everyone, and the whole place is much happier when it's all over. So--I'll probably be a little sketchy sounding until the beginning of October, at which time all this should blow over. We have a new gal who seems to be fitting right in, and hopefully soon things will cease to be so chaotic.

In Family Land, the hubby and I just watched a movie last night for the first time in AGES. The in-laws had rented "Vacancy" and handed it off to us when they were finished.
It was soooo creepy! It's definitely more suspense than horror/gore which I would much rather watch anyway. It scared my pants off! I don't normally do well with scary movies anyway, (I'm one of those compulsive jumpers--I scream when the opening credits come on...) so of course my hubby got several good laughs at my expense. The punk. It was good to spend some cuddly-time together though, as it seems the time for that is so easily taken up by other things.

Well, it's 9:20pm, and I haven't done anything constructive with my evening. I'm going to go mush my bag of Amish friendship bread and go to bed. Speaking of, have any of you, (besides you H.) done this before? I'm excited to see if I can make it come out! (And by the way H., I'm assuming the flour you add isn't the 'self-rising' kind because you add baking powder and soda too right?) I'm such a kitchen novice!!!

Playtime

Playing before bedtime...

Brit at the VMA's.....

So am I the only one who's going to admit, (**hanging head***) that I'm going to watch Brit open the VMA's this evening?? Much as I hate to admit it, I think she's probably going to bring it. She has to, or she's toast. I really hope she falls flat on her face--but that's just my friend Mr. Jealous talkin'. (My hubby used to be in luuuuuuv with the White Trash Queen when we met, and I don't think I've ever really gotten over that, no matter how crazy she is.) :) Anyway, back to the falling flat...I hope she does, but I have a feeling she won't. There's this tiny part of my that thinks she's been playin' this whole crazy thing up to make her comeback even bigger. But then I'm like---nah, she really is certifiable. Anyway, T minus 2 1/2 hours. We'll see soon won't we??

UPDATE: Even if she didn't fall flat on her face, she might as well have. For those of you who didn't witness this travesty of a performance, you MUST find a way to watch it. I'm sure it will be on YouTube tomorrow.

THE BREAKDOWN:

1) Her weave wasn't as alarming as it normally was, but still quite nauseating.
2) Even though she's been suckin' down those Hoodia lollies like they are oxygen, she still did not have the body needed for those god-awful booty shorts.
3) She kept licking her lips like she was nervous, (as she should have been), and it threw off her over-the-top-obvious lip-synching.
4) She should have just stood still. She barely moved, and kept looking like she wasn't really sure where she was or where she was headed.

IN CONCLUSION: I think part of my brain just melted. I can't believe that just took up 3 minutes of my life. Ugh.

Another day, another tooth

Seriously--the kid is only 8 months old and he has SEVEN TEETH. Craziness. Again, we had no idea until it had already come all the way through. He never acted like anything was going on. (Karma is so gonna get it's revenge with my next child--I can feel it!) We've had a pretty good weekend so far. Friday I only worked a half-day, so I had the afternoon to spend with my little muffin--we just slummed around the house until the hubby came home and then we went out to eat at The Barrell w/ my mother-in-law. Baby C was flawless--makin' eyes at all the ladies, and being the little charmer. Saturday I worked in the morning, then headed home with a couple of the girls to attend a wedding for a former coworker. The muffin got a little restless, but he pulled through okay. We came home and changed into our slacker clothes and headed uptown to look at some Play Yards for the bebe'. We came away with a great one for a steal, and he's been using it all weekend. It's nice because now that he's so mobile, he gets tired of being in his bouncer or excersaucer, and in the Play Yard he can move around. And the great thing is I don't have to be right on his little tushie every second, and so can get some things done!! :) Remember my earlier resolution to be a better housewife??!!

Caden Meets Popsicle

Caden loves some popsicles! And as you can see, he gets pretty upset when you take it away from him! (I think he got his temper from his Daddy...)

Ugh.

Can you tell I'm going through old pictures? I'm SO glad I'm not pregnant anymore. 'Nuff said.