This week, I am tracked out. That means no work for me! Yippee!
This morning, I got up with the nugget and got to feed him his morning bottle- something that J usually does while I'm getting ready for work. Then we got to play for a few hours before I put him down for his morning nap.
Once he went to sleep, I vacuumed the living room and cleaned the kitchen, then made myself a bagel and enjoyed a cup of coffee.
Later this afternoon, we're going to get the boy some shoes and pick up a few things at the grocery store, and spend some time playing outside on this gorgeous day.
This day is mundane, yes. It is also my definition of bliss.
I love being at home with my little guy. What a wonderful week it will be!
Remember the other day, when I fessed up to being the foolish looking mama singing old, crappy music at the top of her lungs whilst driving a minivan?
Well, friends, it's gotten worse.
Each day one of our local radio stations plays an "Old School Lunch" from 12:00-12:30, conveniently during my ride home from work. And every day, the music gets more and more awesome.
And when I say awesome, I mean laughably so. As in, those amazing one hit wonders from the 80's and 90's that you just can't get enough of. Okay, well, that I can't get enough of.
On Wednesday, I was thrilled to hear *NSync's first radio hit, "Tearin' Up My Heart." Tuesday I heard "Bust a Move." Who doesn't love Young MC?? And yesterday, I was only slightly ashamed of myself when I sang along with "Baby Got Back." (The nugget doesn't understand words yet, so I feel as though it's alright for him to hear songs about a man who wants to have sex with all of the big-bootied women.)
Seriously, this is the most awesome thing to happen to radio since...ummm...errr...since the last cool thing that happened to radio! (I've got nothin'.)
So yes, if you happen to pass a crazy gingery minivan mama any weekday around lunch, just hope that my windows are rolled up. 'Cause I'm singin' along to the old school. Word.
When I started this blog, it truly was just for something fun to do. A hobby. Something to keep my mind busy. Eventually it morphed into a way to keep friends and family updated on happenings- you know, the little things like pregnancy, the birth of the nugget, and now all of his many milestones.
And while it is still around for all of these reasons, I cannot tell a lie- I LOVE knowing that my readership is growing and that people out there actually like my stuff.
Yesterday, while in line at the grocery store, I ran into an old coworker who told me that she's been reading my blog regularly for quite some time. That she's bummed when I don't post. That she kept up with my pregnancy and and all that's happened since, and how nice it was to see Gabe in person after all this time.
Friends, I've gotta tell you...this COMPLETELY made my day! I don't think I could wipe the smile off of my face for hours afterward. It was just so nice to hear my writing complimented by someone whom I respect, and so cool to see one of the unlikely places where my blog has reached.
This was really just a long way of saying THANK YOU to all of my readers! I keep writing because I know that people out there keep coming back. I appreciate you all! And Anne, I will try my best not to disappoint! ;)
Not that I am wishing away time...I don't really want a minute with my boys to pass by too quickly!...but I am waiting for a very special new arrival, which should get here sometime around the beginning of November.
Well, obviously it's not another baby.
It's my new iPhone!
At first, I wasn't sure I wanted to spend any of my hard earned allowance to purchase a new phone. After all, I really love my iPhone 3Gs, and it's still in great condition. But it has been over two years since I bought it, making me eligible for an upgrade. When I found out that the coolio new model could be mine for only $200, I really began to think long and hard about it. Plus, I just LOVE having newer and cooler technology than J. It just makes him crazy. (And aren't I just the nicest wife?)
Then, J showed me this, and I was sold.
I mean, seriously...this is amazing stuff. Siri is most definitely the most exciting feature on this phone. I mean, I can talk to my phone, and she will talk back! Also, she will do my bidding, and this makes me happy.
This is quite a departure for me. Although I am quite sure that I sometimes talk to my current phone, she most definitely never talks back. And she most certainly won't do stuff just because I tell her to. LAME.
In any case, I will further review once she arrives, but in the meantime, I just wanted to share my excitement. YIPPEE for the new iPhone!
P.S.- In case you are wondering, yes, I have predetermined that my new phone is a she, and I have named her Lola. I realize that I could have potentially just stuck with Siri, but it reminds me too much of Suri, as in Cruise, which reminds me of Tom Cruise, which reminds me of crazy town. And ick. Now you know.
I am a crier. Happy tears, sad tears, angry tears...almost every day sees at least one of these. Sometimes I apologize to J for being such a crybaby. Luckily, he says that my sensitivity is one of the things he loves about me. (He may just be saying that so that I don't cry harder, but we'll never know!)
When I was pregnant, this crying problem only got worse. I might've literally cried at the drop of a hat.
During this time, nothing brought on the waterworks more than happy family visions. I COULD. NOT. HANDLE. the commercials for Disney World. You know, the ones with the home videos of parents surprising their kids with a Disney trip?
Yesterday, J emailed me this one. Of course, he knew that it would make me cry. Which it did. But it is just so precious and sweet, I had to watch and share. Enjoy!
I've determined that no matter what is going on, no matter the sad baby face, no matter the situation, I have a magic trick to make my child happy. It's the puffs.
We've tried the green puffs (collards, spinach, and kale), the red puffs (strawberry), the orange puffs (sweet potato), and the yellow puffs (banana). The flavor matters not. The boy loves him some puffs.
He's learned to recognize the container. When he sees me pull it out of the pantry, his little feet kick, kick, kick. Literal squeals of delight escape his mouth. He is SO EXCITED about the puffs.
Turns out, this has not only made the nugget a happy boy, it's made me a happier mama. Saturday, Aviator Tap House. The parents want to sit on the patio and enjoy the beautiful afternoon while sipping a delicious beer.
THIS, folks, is why you need the big stroller. There's a try for snacks. Puffs. YES!
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