02.18.10: And Away We Go...

The sand and sun and WARMTH are calling my name.
Later Gators.

Wordless Wednesday: Now that's concentration

(I bet if you looked under their helmets you would find those NASCAR guys drive with their tongue sticking out too!)

2.09.10: Ten on Tuesday: My Day in Numbers

1. Two: the number of times A.J. woke up last night. (12:45 and 3:50)
2. Six: the time A.J. decided to be up for the day
3. Four: the number of letters in the word that came out of my mouth when I heard him on the monitor.
4. Three: the number of inches of fresh snow we received today.
5. Zero: the number of pictures I took today. Looks like I'll need to find something to shoot before bed!
6. Ten: the number of dollars (in loose change) I put into A.J.'s piggy bank after cleaning out the diaper bag. We've been using cash for everything since new years and the change was really accumulating in that bag!
7. Five: number of minutes I cried after A.J. bit me (twice) in the place nobody should ever have to worry about being bitten.
8. Seven: websites I checked this afternoon while searching for a christening gown for A.J. It's also the number of times I grumbled about how sad I am that the family gown has gone MIA.
9. Twenty Five: number of years it has been since I've seen the person who added me as a facebook friend today (the mom of one of my friends from preschool!)
10. Nine: number of days until I am soaking up the sun in Florida!
    

02.06.10: Pass the Ketchup

Houston, we have a crawler. Right now it's this army crawl/inch worm thing with an occasional up on all fours rocking forward routine.
It seriously cracks me up.
Not cracking me up: his sudden infatuation with the laptop charger and other assorted wires. He makes a beeline for whatever he is *not* supposed to have.
Keeping me on my toes, leaving little time for blogging.

That face? TOTALLY my brother. We are six years apart, so while my memories aren't crystal clear, I remember a lot of things about Stephen growing up. A.J. is definitely taking after his Uncle Stevie in looks and mannerisms, including his ability to sleep with one eye open.
Like those pretty red circles under his eyes? We're thinking that's a reaction to the mango he had on Friday. But at least he didn't swell up and have to go to the emergency room.
Consult with the pediatric allergist a week from tomorrow.

02.05.10: Five on Friday

1. See that peacefully sleeping baby? He's out cold on the living room floor. This is what happens when the sleep schedule and nap schedule are shot to hell for days at a time. This unexpected nap lasted only 15 minutes. Just enough time to make him even crabbier than before he slept. Awesome.
2. A combination of lack of sleep, the absence of the sun as is typical in February, and major stress in the dog department has turned me into a bit of an emotional mess. The kind of emotional mess that loads the baby into the car and drives aimlessly until he falls asleep. The kind of emotional mess that has to park in the Kohls parking lot because she is crying so hard she can't see to drive. Not because I am really that sad...I'm just THAT TIRED.
3. We have had two families express an interest in Walker in the two weeks that he has been listed with the rescue organization. Both families fell through. Both times I got really really hopeful that Walker might have a great home and our life might soon return to some semblance of normal. I am familiar with this round and round of hopeful then disappointed. I was kind of hoping it would be absent from my life for a while.
   
4. Less than 2 weeks until Florida. I am about ready to start counting down the hours. Be forewarned, if they get a ridiculous cold snap while we are there I just might throw myself into the shark tank at Seaworld. The sunshine state better deliver on this trip. Mama's sanity is counting on it.
5. The only good part of this cold weather: I have resumed my love affair with oatmeal. The slow cook stuff mixed with a little peanut butter and a touch of honey. Breakfast perfection.
   
6. (A bonus, because the commercial just came on and it reminded me) Am I the only person who is absolutely terrified by the "Life After People" series on the history channel. Maybe I'm crazy, but I don't really want to know what will happen to our planet when all the humans die. Mainly because it makes me think of the scenarios in which all of humankind would wind up dead in a short period of time. Not pleasant. Karl loves the show. I leave the room every time he watches. Shudder.
   

02.01.10: Me on Monday Week 5, a tad delayed

Not even black and white can save this shot.
Hello hair in need of cut
And color.
(at least in black and white you cannot see the grey)
Dark puffy circles under my eyes reveal a serious lack of sleep.
I hate to wish away the next few months, but I think I will be exponentially happier if we could fast forward to spring!