So, I've Been Blogging for a Year!

Wow, it's hard to imagine. I deleted it and then asked for it back and am really glad I did. I like being able to "BlogThis!" at any given moment. I'm sure blogging will get slow in the new year or maybe not. Who knows?

I'm at the point in this pregnancy where I am looking forward to having another child to care for. I think about how it will be to care for another newborn (I really do love that phase), how I'm going to lose weight, how I'm going to keep up with things, how life -in general- will go and just how things will change. But, when I think about it I'm thrown back to knowing that we have been blessed thus far and the blessings won't stop. Sure it'll get hard along the way but when is life not hard?

Here's to another year of blogging; no matter where life takes me!

One Day Before I'm Nine...When I'm Eight...

"I want you to take me to a junkyard so I can find some stuff so that I can make a big robot!"

:::giggle:::

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No baby, I just saw a funny picture on the screen."

"Oh. OK. So, you'll do that for me on the day after I turn eight?"

"Sure."

"Really, you'll take me to the junk yard after I turn eight?"

"We'll see."

"Well, that can just be my birthday present from you because I really want to make a cool robot out of junk. OK?"

"Ok, baby."

The Cool Junction

"Someday I'm going to go to a junkyard and find some stuff and make cool toys and I'll open up a store to sell them."

"What will you call this store?"

"The Cool JUNKtion."

"Wow, that's a cool idea!"

"See, told ya it was a cool junktion!"

Why Do They Do This?

Why do children feel that the best times to call their mother is when they are on the toilet or on the phone. I swear, it's not until I sit on the shitter or until I get on the phone with someone and I actually NEED to hear what they are saying, they chirp like the world is ending or the roof is caving in.

Ugh. It's BEYOND aggrevating.

Dear Crotchety Old Bitch,

Why do you have to spray fucking chemicals in your yard? Do the little itty bitty weeds irritate you that much? Come on! Didn't you already have cancer once?

I just don't know what you are thinking. If you're just trying to keep us out of your yard, you've succeeded. The kids already said they will avoid your yard like the plague that it is.

Sincerely,
Young Pregnant Mama Who Hates When People Spray Their Lawns

We're Not Sexy Eating!

Today is my baby's birthday; he's six and I can't believe it! So, in honor of his special day I have made his cinnamon buns for breakfast. I went to pour their cups of milk and the boys ended up getting Sponge Bob cups while the girl got a pretty liliac one. The boys proceeded to torture the girl by telling her that the birthday boy got that cup b/c he was the birthday boy and the eldest said he got SB b/c he was the eldest. And, they got under her skin. Very effectively. She's in the process of exploading and I say, "Livey, they are trying to annoy you. And...they are succeeding!" The birthday boy pipes up with, "Mama, We're NOT Sexy Eating!"

The Baby...

...is most active at this time of night and I love, love, love it!!! He's bouncing around in there and making my belly poke out in different directions. It's going to be 25 weeks soon and then less than 15 to go. Wow. Just wow!

STOKED!

I found out today that our town has a Recreational department that offers various classes. Right now I'm looking to get the kids in an 8 week Learn Spanish program. Then we have Gymnastics, Floor Hockey and Art.

In addition to Karate, Girl Scouts and Co-op, we'll pretty much be all set!!

This One's for You x 2!

You may or may not know it but I'm not too happy living here...Yet!

However, our Tuesday Night Dinner Club and your sweet child (however early he does wake) and are turning that around.

I love cooking for you and seeing your smile after you take the first bite. It really does my heart proud. So, while I'm still trying to find my Buffalo-niche, you have provided me comfort that only a true friend can.

So, thanks Jo. It's going to be much easier adapting to life up here with you by my side.


x2:

Dearest Cousin! You, too, have made my assimilation easier. With your visits, our shopping excursions and walks that never were (we had good intentions and we will be doing this thrice weekly, come spring, I promise). Plus the fact that our "children" play so well together. Thanks to you, too!

At least I am comforted in knowing that when I was first in GA it took me months to make real friends. Here I have two of the realest, ever.

/mush

Night is my Least Favorite Time

Lately the night is my least favorite time. The kids are in bed and it's quiet and I get hungry and don't want to eat and the couches suck and I don't want to watch TV because of it and Michael's gone so I don't even have anyone to talk to and did I mention that there's nothing good to eat. :(

Wake Up!

Inside you, boy,
There's an old man sleepin'.
Dreamin',waitin' for this chance.
Inside you,girl,
There's an old lady dozin',
Wantin' to show you a slower dance.

So keep on playin',
Keep on runnin',
Keep on jumpin', 'till the day
That those old folks
Down inside you
Wake up ... and come out to play.

~~~ Shel Silverstein
Falling Up

To: The Bitch From Target That Lied to Me

Dear Bitch,

I find it highly annoying that when I call your store to ask if you had a specific totebag in stock, in a specific color and at a specific sale price AND you tell me that you have said totebag in stock, in the specific color and at that specific sale price AND when I get my three kids and my pregnant ass out to your store you do NOT have the specific totebag in stock, in the specific color and at the specific sale price. It's just fucking rude. So, next time you are eating at Applebees I hope the line cook hawks a lugie in your chicken primavera. And, next time you go to get your oil changed at Walmart I hope they fuck up your exhaust system. And, on top of that, next time you call looking for a specific item at a specific store, I hope they LIE TO YOU like YOU LIED TO ME! Whore.

Sincerely,
She That Is Vindictive as Can Be in Pregnancy

Name Game

I was looking for some names to suggest to Michael. This is what I came up with:

Hunter Allen (means: little rock)
Hunter Brennan (means prince)
Hunter Camden (means: from the valley)
Hunter Cassidy (means: clever)
Hunter Farrell (means: Descendant of the man of valour)
Hunter Flynn (means: Heir to the Redheaded)
Hunter Gabriel (means: God is my strength)
Hunter Grant (means: great)
Hunter Guthrie (means: war serpent)
Hunter Jared (means: down to earth)
Hunter Jesse (means: God exists)
Hunter Keg an (means: bright shining flame)
Hunter Kenzie (means: light skinned)
Hunter Kenneth (means: handsome)
Hunter MacKenzie (means: son of light skinned/handsome)
Hunter Reagan (means: son of the small ruler)
Hunter Riordan (means: royal poet)
Hunter Roderick (means: famous ruler)
Hunter Wade (means: traveler)
Hunter Zachary (means: God has remembered)

So Thrilled!

I have this God-awful wheat intolerance that shows up as eczema on the palms of my hands. It's horrible. If I eat too many wheat products (and what isn't made with wheat, eh?) my hands get all fucked up and it's painful and ugly and just really a big pain in the ass.

So, here I am over 2 weeks w/o eating anything wheat. I've had a bite or two of certain things (pizza, cake and the like) but I haven't been able to really enjoy some of the things that I love and crave, now that I'm all knocked up and stuff.

I got this bag of brownies that are wheat and wheat gluten FREE!! YAY! I went ahead and made them yestereday and OMG, I'm in brownie heaven. Now, next time I'm going to get the cookies and breads that they sell. YAY for Pam and her Wheat and Wheat Gluten Free Products! Just. Yay.

It's a Boy!

Our baby is a boy. I knew it...call it Mama's Intuition!!

"You're Crazy!"

That's what Dr. Calabrese told me when we were going over my birth history. It was in regards to me not having an epidural during labor/delivery.

That's me! The crazy lady who shoots babies out of her va-jay-jay without any spinal insertions for pain meds.

With a Shiver in My Bones Just Thinking About the Weather

It's been so nice here lately. We haven't needed to run the airconditioner and it's just been beautiful for sleeping. It hasn't exactly been swimming weather but that's ok.

I have less than two boxes left to unpack. Sure stuff looks a little discombobulated but it's livable. I never thought it would get done and now I have some semblance of hope.

Breakin' Balls

A friend, whom shall remain nameless, went shopping with Olivia and I this evening. Her two year old toddler, whom shall remain nameless, was also in tow. After shopping a bit in Target (where I got a lovely clearance priced purse) we went to a little shop called the Country Peddlers. This particular shop has grown in recent years from a produce stand to a full out grocer with a meat market, a retail store, a garden center and now an ice cream shoppe.

Anyyyyyway... Today was this pregnant lady's opportunity to try to heavenly treat called gelato (which my friend whom is still remaining nameless has raved about for months) and you betcha bootie I was all over that like white on rice. I went to the window to our our gelato and Livey's ice-cream while my friend, whom shall remain nameless, watched her son, whom shall remain nameless, and my kiddette. I got the goods and walked over to them to find my friend's son, whom shall remain nameless, holding two gazing balls (one smaller than the other). I said, "Is he ok with those?" and not a moment sooner he dropped the bigger one. She froze. I froze. The lady that was standing there with her child froze. I think Livey laughed, I'm not sure. I think the toddler, whom shall remain nameless, pointed and said "it boke". All I could do was wave my hand like a Jedi at the woman with her child and say, "You did not see anytihng" and we finished our gelattos and got the hell outta dodge. I sure as fuck didn't have $70.00 to buy the broken item and my friend, whom shall remain nameless, just dropped $40.00 at Target and I'm sure she didn't have it either. We concluded that it serves them right having all those gazing balls sitting around. Asshats.

Amazing with a Capital "A"

It's Amazing what hanging a few things up on a few walls will do. I see a sliver of a glimmer of hope for this apartment. I said sliver. ;)

Keeping With Current Trends

I will continue to whine in this post.

Honestly, I don't give a fuck if it's annoying you. (General "You")

My hands are in the worst shape ever. Not only have I been eating wheat (save the last two days) the amount of work that I've been doing with them and the stress that I feel I'm under is not helping.

/whine


And Mo if you are reading this I know that I should go to the doctor and I will. Soon. Promise.