Tookie Monster

Brandon now points out, Elmo, Bert & Ernie, and Tookie Monster. However, he also says Tookie Monster when he sees a cookie or sees someone eating it. Which means that this morning at 6:30 am he was calling ME Tooking Monster. What does that say about me?

I got my new bedding finally for Codi from the Gap. This means that now I have to go back to the baby store and register for all new stuff to match it since the Gap doesn't sell accessories. I don't mind though because I love the baby store. My only problem is I WANT TO GO NOW and they are sooo not open yet. Sigh! It also means I have to tote around the blanket for the bedding with me so that I can match stuff.

Now Jens got me looking at strollers and car seats again because after looking at hers I remember Brandon's travel system is a disaster. You see, the last time I used his travel system, I was eating ice cream. I put the ice cream cup in the mom cup holder and finished my shopping. Finally I got to my car, put Brandon in and snapped my stroller shut to put away. It wasn't until I got in the car and reached for my ice cream that I realized it was still in the cup holder. Since it was an extra super hot day out, the ice cream had melted, meaning when I closed the stroller ice cream flew all over the whole thing, then proceeded to drip down into every crevice, along with dripping allllll over my damn trunk. It really didn't help the ice cream had caramel sauce in it. I got mad and just stuck the whole damn thing in my garage and since Brandon was in a bigger car seat I haven't messed with it since. I got him a new cooler stroller and now I realize that the new babies car seat won't fit in any of the strollers I have.

For some reason with Brandon I got all his stuff in this light green color, I kind of think part of me thought it was neutral enough in case I ever had a girl. This time though, now that I know I'm having two boys and only ever BOYS I am all about registering for the most MANLY MALE shit I can find. Which means that I'm going to have to look at everything alllll over again in the damn store and make sure my stuff is MANLY GRRRR.

Oddly enough the bedding I got is pretty neutral and pale yellow and pink. But dammit it is high quality and I sooo don't care.

Saw the dr yesterday. Nothing new. Keep my ass at home on bed rest. Don't go swimming, don't go to the gym, no walking on the treadmill, and suck it up and deal with the weight gain, there isn't shit I can do about it. Nice!

While I was at work yesterday my mom took me to lunch. I ordered the veggie burger. It looked so good and I took a big ole bite out of it only to discover it was BEEF! Not veggie patty but BEEF. Then, THEN the waitress had the nerve to argue with me, and my super palate and tell me it was just really high quality veggie burger. I showed her the blood on my burger bun and she tried to say it wasn't really blood just stuff from the burger. NOOOOOO WRONG DUMMY. Another waitress comes out and tells me that they use Boca burgers which are just really high quality. HA. I've bought Boca Burgers before, not to mention I had, had the same fucking burger at the same restaurant a week before. This was clearly BEEF. My mom tasted it, declared it beef and sent it away. 30 minutes later they brought me a whole new meal, which I had to scarf down because now it was time for lunch to be over. One thing I learned in waitressing is the customer is always right. So when three different dumb shit waitresses argued with me I was pretty pissed off. Not to mention I've been eating soy burgers for oh like 16 years now obviously I know the difference between a rotten nasty gross barferific beef burger.