Friday, January 20, 2012

Five on Friday: I Will Survive Edition

Delayed: Worst word ever. Especially when said word is tied to the impending arrival of the husband/daddy who has been out of town on business since 5am Monday morning. I prayed for the weather to hold out for his arrival. Apparently I was not specific enough. The weather here is fine. The weather in Minneapolis (where he is layed over) and the weather in South Dakota (where his connecting flight is currently stuck)...not so much. Thankfully we are only a 3 minute drive to the airport so I can wait at home until he has landed. At this rate I am hoping the delay doesn't drag into naptime. Then, we'll have a problem.
Language Explosion Nick Jr. Style: So AJ is trying to talk up a storm lately. Most everything is still a word approximation, but given this time last year he said absolutely nothing, we'll take what we can get. What do most of his latest words have in common? They're tied to television. I kid you not, after one episode of Dora the Explorer earlier this week, AJ now walks around saying "Door? (Dora?) Booo (Boots?)" and then this morning I had the tv on while I was unloading the dishwasher and this show I'd never seen before (and could do without ever watching again) came on. Bubble Guppies. What the heck kind of name is bubble guppies? Anyway. Wouldn't you know it that I go to change the channel and I am met with "No! No! Bubba! Bubba!" There must be some sort of crack like substance that emits from the tv to get them hooked. Seriously.
M-I-C-See you real soon? Craving a trip to see the Mouse in a BAD way. It doesn't help that many of my friends see me as a WDW expert and so I'm getting frequent emails this time of year for advice on trip planning. Four words: TAKE ME WITH YOU! It has been far too long. Maybe if I'm lucky, we'll get there before baby number 2 comes and adds a whole new layer of complications to travel.
Project Life: I'm making it my goal to get weeks 1-3 completed this weekend. And maybe blogged next week? I'm also making it my goal to convince Karl I should print at home for this project. I think it's the only way I'm going to keep up. There may or may not be a Canon Selphy calling my name.
Wardrobe Malfunctions: Another goal this weekend: buy pants that fit. One can only function for so long with a hair tie bridging the gap between the button and the button hole. Especially when one is trying to keep up with a toddler. So, maternity pants it is.

Happy Weekend friends!

Friday, January 13, 2012

Five on Friday: Confessions

1. Mommy Meltdown: I locked myself in the bathroom last night as Karl and I were putting AJ to bed (or shall I say putting AJ back to bed for the 10th time) and had a big old sobfest. We're talking the kind of ugly cry that was once reserved for really really good episodes of Grey's Anatomy. Two and a half is hard in our house. I imagine it is hard at times in everyone's house. Or at least I hope it is. But honestly last night I had a major internal monologue going about how I simply am not cut out for this. I need to go back to working for a boss who says thank you, controls his bowels, and doesn't climb the walls when I turn my back. How stupid I am for choosing a career path where my paycheck would barely cover daycare if I went back to work. How I really, really, just want AJ to be someone else's challenge for a few hours a day. Because someone else can do it better, I'm certain. Things are better, for the most part, after a (somewhat) decent night of sleep. And I'm tackling today like I would a crazy day in the newsroom. I could handle breaking news and severe weather and a screaming news director. I can handle this kid.
2. Project Life: I'm behind already. Not in the picture taking, I'm all over that. But in the picture printing, and layout putting together. Week 2 and I am behind. I need to print at home I think. I also need to get over my bitterness that the page A protectors from last year do not work with the core kit from this year. So my journaling cards are too big. And I can't get new page protectors until they are back in stock. The OCD in me is screaming.
3. Boogie Robots: AJ is obsessed with Despicable Me. O.B.S.E.S.S.E.D. since Christmas Day. Now, the obsession is morphing. Instead of wanting to watch the movie on a loop 24/7 he now only wants to watch certain parts of the movie. Like the last 5 minutes where everyone dances. He gets quite irate when I inform him we need to watch the whole movie to get to the dance part. "DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!" is what I hear a million time a day. It is possible that I make him watch the whole movie so I can see *my favorite parts* "Cookie Robots! I said cookie robots! Why do you have to be so...old?!!?" "Knocked OV-AH" "The physical appearance of the please makes no difference" Ah, have stolen a place in my heart.
4. Time Out: AJ has gone to the time out spot 5 times since I started writing this blog. You know it's going to be a long day when a leash sounds like parenting tool. At least then I would know where he is and what he's doing, even if it means I have to bring him to the bathroom with me? (He's going to wind up barging in on me anyway. There is no privacy in this house.)
5. Beauty and The Beast: I'm using my best friend's children as an excuse to go see Beauty and the Beast in the theatre this weekend. AJ isn't ready for the big screen experience and Karl seems to think I am ridiculous for wanting to go as an almost 33 year old. Enter an 8,6, and 4 year old who are all thrilled about going to a Saturday Matinee. Done and Done. I hope they don't mind that I totally plan to sing along to Be Our Guest!

Happy Weekend Friends!

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Happy New Year!



I feel like after a 5ish month absence I should have some profound post.Or at the very least an extensive recap of the last quarter of 2011.

Don't have those.

What I do have is a baby growing in my belly. (due 6.12.11)

And gestational diabetes. (which will make the above due date pointless)

And a growing desire to eat raw cookie dough. (which I hid in the freezer to avoid temptation)


I'm going to try to come back here more often.

I make no promises.