Vomit. Thats right, Brandon turned right around and puked on my laptop today. Good thing he hit the back and not the keys but still...Whats the deal with our Macs getting wet lately?
6.25.2007
Some randomness
Eating cookies and milk with a small child next to you is next to impossible. Reasons: Once cookie came near my mouth Brandon would drop his cookie and snatch mine in case it was better. He would then dunk his whole hand into the milk to fish out a chocolate chip on the bottom, look at it and throw it back in. Then dunk a cookie and make me bite it and throw the rest in the milk. After that he would take a sip of milk, then make me sip the milk and then dunk his whole hand back in the milk!
I can't stop eating that Fritos cheese sauce in the can. Its in the can like the bean dip. Its hot as hell but I just keep eating it.
I should join AA that is artichokes anonymous. I've had three in the last 10 days. The only upside is they have lots of folic acid!
I really love when Chef Ramsey screams on Hells Kitchen.
I got new sheets this week. They are pretty. They were so pretty I almost made my bed this morning, and I almost made it again at lunch when I went in there, but ehhhh I didn't.
Pregnancy heart burn is killing me. Tums aren't helping, Maalox does, but that also makes me want to puke.
I wonder how old I will be before I learn to spell vacuum.
So far all my son will eat this week is spaghettios. Oh wait, he will lick the butter off his bread and he ate one muffin and 6 Cheeto's.
When my son was asked to show daddy where the baby was, instead of pointing to my belly he pointed to my husbands newly filled up belly and said baby baby.
When asked what that was, pointing to a picture of an ape, Brandon proudly responded PAPA!
However, he can still totally tell you were his pee pee is!
I made the mistake of showing him how you put your thumb over a hose to spray it better...I had to change outfits twice tonight after playing outside while trying to keep him busy so he wouldn't sleep at 5PM. He chased me down and soaked me beyond belief.
Reasons being on bed rest 97% of the week isn't so bad
- I can eat burritos for breakfast and no one knows. Wait, shit now you all know I just had a burrito for breakfast, shhhh don't tell mmmkay.
- My laundry has never been so low, I mean really one can wear the same jammies for like 3 days before they are deemed to crusty to keep wearing.
- I have complete control of the remote...which won't stop leading me towards baby shows and food shows (which make me sad and hungry)
- Did I mention the burritos? I did? Yeah, so, shut up! I'm on bed rest you know, I'm allowed to be a certain amount of senile huh?
- NAPS
- Naps with out a toddler sitting on my head WHOAH imagine that!
- I get to read blogs all day long
- I can pee with the door open and no toddler watching me!!!!!!!!!
- I get to control the temperature in the house according to my pregnancy hot flashes
- Two burritos for breakfast..wait, I didn't say two before, I mean, umm I am not a pig of course I only had one burrito for breakfast don't be silly. Okay, but they were really small.
- I also may or may not have eaten a Recees for desert this morning at 8AM
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME
I AM PRETTY SURE I'VE NEVER BEEN SO ANNOYED BY SOMETHING I'VE READ....EVER!!!!!!!! I'm to mad to even write a rational post about this. I'm just plain pissed off!
PHATSO PHOTOS WEEK UMMMMM 18ISH (I'm losing count here)
Okay so I kind of look a little pregnant in this one
Whats that you say? Oooh turn to the side, okay hang on....Holy shit look at that I really am showing!
I blame it all on the dress because I spent most of the night feeling more like a stuffed sausage then a pregnant lady! Oh well, here are your damn belly pics, apparently I have on now.
6.24.2007
Smile
On our way to Jens wedding I decided I would take some pictures of all of us. So I get out the camera, which Brandon has started posing for and I say SMILE BRANDON
No no, smile not show me your tongue
Umm okay I guess thats a smile
This picture is adorable but thats really not a smile
There you go, now thats a smile
There are two people in life that complete me, these may or may not be them (but more may then may not) (okay more like these are the two people in life who complete me) (oh yeah notice the little box of baby wipes Brandon was sitting on? He called that his chair and was posing on it for every after I took pictures, he would pose then run over and say more picture mom more picture...my son is such a ham) (I just made brackets here for fun)
We match so well huh?
Yeah yeah I cut off his head, but I look good in this one so it stays, no really could we match any better?
Mommy and Brandon
Proving I really don't know how to work my camera..but again, I look pretty so it stays!
This would be Jen getting married if those assholes would move their head, (okay they may be the photographers but they were still all up in our way) Jen looks so beautiful.
If you look closely you'll notice two things...Thats Jen's second dress, and she has a little bump there! I meant to get one that showed both our bumps but I didn't want to bug her too much. Also see the yellow and blue flowers in the background? I TOLD YOU WE MATCHED THE WEDDING PERFECT!6.23.2007
Trading in for a new model
There are times in everyones marriage where they want to trade in for a new model. I don't mean they cheated or you hate them or something, I mean if you think hard enough, there are times where you just wanted to kill them and trade in for a new model.
Example given!
The day we were going to deliver Brandon I hadn't eaten in 24 hours. This wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't delivering Brandon at 4 in the fucking afternoon. Oh yeah top that off with nothing to drink I was a real fucking sweet heart to be around! Back to the point. We get in the car to drive to the hospital and Rob mentions he was hungry. He tells me he is going to grab something to eat at the hospital while they are prepping me. I growl at him. Do you know what the little shit stops and gets??????
MCDONALDS!!!! With a goshdang LARGE ULTRA JUMBO SUPER MEGA FRENCH FRY!
At this moment, I didn't just want to trade in, I wanted to throw his ass out of the moving car on the freeway. The whole 15 minute ride to the hospital all I could smell was the scent of golden delicious french fries. We get to the hospital and he really tried to eat that in my room. I all but went exorcist on his ass and told him he better go out into the fucking waiting room or I would divorce him before that baby was born. He slinked out into waiting room with his jumbo soda right when they brought me a shot of some acid reflux stuff that tasted like whiskey mixed with nyquil and at that point I started throwing a huge fit because that man couldn't get his McDonalds out of my room fast enough.
So do any of you have times when you have wanted to trade in for a new model?
6.22.2007
A few things I forgot
From the 80's
- Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles TURTLES IN A HALF SHELL TURTLE POWER
- Ice Ice baby
- LA Gear (thanks Lisa) with two color laces)
- Duck Tales
- Hypercolor
- Tranformers
- Heman
- Gem
- Walk-Man
- Saved by the Bell
- MC Hammer 2 Legit Hey hey
- New Kids on the Block Step One one one
- Full House
- Shrinky Dinks
- Nerds
- Pegging your pants
- Scolastic Book Orders
- Sally Jessy Raphael
- When I wasn't allowed to watch Dirty Dancing but did at a friends
From the 90's
- Pogs
- Joey Lawrance Whoah
- Johnathon Taylor Thomas was sooooo hot
- Back when Bob Saget hosted Americas Funniest Videos
- I'm to sexy for my shirt to sexy for my shirt
- Let's Talk About sex baby
- Quality movies like Clueless
- Super soakers
- The Rikki Lake Show
- Pretending I was in the movie Pretty Woman
About a boy
When I was younger, well not younger but basically my whole life until the day I found out I was pregnant with Brandon, I always thought I wanted a girl. I think for no other reason besides the fact that I was VERY GIRLY and always thought I would pass my pink-Barbie-cheerleading-makeup-froofroo passions on to her. Then I got pregnant. Suddenly I knew it was a boy. I wanted a boy. I had no idea what raising a boy would be like but I'll be dammed if I didn't want a boy. Then Brandon came, and I knew right away, in a second that I was meant to have a son. There was no other way for it to be. My first born was to be my boy, my little man, the love of my life.
Being the mom of a boy and having so many people in my life with boys I know a lot of people relate to how I feel. Boys are crazy. They jump and climb and pee standing up. They put stink bugs in their mouthes and squish ants with their pointer fingers. They don't worry about washing their hands and they blow their nose on their shirt. They karate chop and will clothesline a three year old at a park who stole their rock. They get hurt and laugh and try to figure out how to do it again. They hang out with their hand in their diaper and love to be naked showing off their manliness.
Way back when Rob and I DIDN'T EVER WANT MORE KIDS and Brandon was about 5 months old we were sitting at Port of Subs eating lunch one day. There were two boys there about 4 and 5. They were bouncing back and forth between building a fort out of chairs, killing each other and scheming to get in some other kind of trouble. Most people would have been appalled by their behavior, I on the other hand said to Rob, if we ever get to a place where we want another kid, I want another boy. Brandon needs a brother, and accomplice, a partner in crime.
As the months went on I grew to love having a son more and more. I realized the bond between a mom and her son is unbreakable. It's as strong as some peoples bonds with God. I told Rob one day that no matter what happened in life, no matter what happened with he and I, I was so happy because I realized that for the rest of my life I had someone to love me unconditionally. I realize boys get mad at their moms, but no matter what, they always come back to their mommies.
When I found out I was pregnant this time, my first thought was I hope I get another boy so Brandon has a brother. Then I started looking on the baby websites and I was so excited by the girly stuff that for a while I thought Okay maybe I want a girl. How fun to dress her up and stuff right? But then what? When we found out yesterday it was a boy, at first I didn't know what to think. Then I realized I was so happy my son was getting his brother. Brandon was going to get his brother. He was going to teach him to jump and play and vroom vroom and pee naked outside. Then I thought oh shit, Brandon is going to try and teach my 4 month old to jump off the coffee table and just shove him off instead thinking its the same. I started laughing so hard. I was getting what I wanted. I realized, after I dressed up that little girl I wouldn't know what to do with her. I couldn't play big time wrestling with her, and Rob couldn't teach her baseball and then it hit me. I could never be the mom to a girl. I can't wait to watch my boys. They are going to team up against me, and booby trap the house, and pee all over the bathroom floor, and probably beat the shit out of each other and its going to ROCK. I couldn't be happier.
I always thought boys would be so scary. How do you potty train them and what do you do when they get hurt and ummm is my 3 month old really getting a hard on? But now, I giggle so hard when Brandon runs outside, takes his diaper off and waters the lawn. I giggle harder when he tries to bend down and watch himself pee and nearly pees on his head. I giggle when he grabs his pee pee like Michael Jackson, juts his crotch out and says PEE PEE and then pulls on it as though it were Laffy Taffy. I LOVE HAVING A BOY!
I would say the only reason I felt sad is that I knew Rob wanted a girl, so he could understand a little how it felt for me having a boy. You know, mommas boy and daddies girl. Well now I'm going to have two mommas boys and a part of me wonders how I will be able to stay grounded feeling as much love as I'm about to feel. I'm sure the second that little boy comes out Brandon is going to start trying to teach him. I have visions of Brandon shoving the baby across the floor saying, crawl baby crawl.
It's weird. I can't believe someone as girly as me could suddenly go from wanting a princess cheerleader type to wanting a Superman baseball type. I thought of life with girls. Birthday parties full of princess princess fairies and princess. Then I look at Brandon and I see Trucks and fish and Superman, and Elmo, and Batman, and Karate and hell a whole party revolving around bugs and dirt. I get years and years of different costumes, rather then cycling through Disney princesses. I get years of Karate and baseball and football and stitches. I know my son will need stitches some day, but for a girl, that thought would be paralyzing.
I always thought that any mom could be a mom to anyone. But I really feel like I was given the child I was meant to have. I a meant to be a mother to little boys.
So I guess in the end, knowing I'm having another boy, is one of the greatest joys in my life. Whenever I hear someone is pregnant with a baby boy I am so happy for them, I tell them that the best thing in the world is about to happen to them. And now, I get to have the best thing in the world happen to me twice....Lucky? I THINK SO!
Being the mom of a boy and having so many people in my life with boys I know a lot of people relate to how I feel. Boys are crazy. They jump and climb and pee standing up. They put stink bugs in their mouthes and squish ants with their pointer fingers. They don't worry about washing their hands and they blow their nose on their shirt. They karate chop and will clothesline a three year old at a park who stole their rock. They get hurt and laugh and try to figure out how to do it again. They hang out with their hand in their diaper and love to be naked showing off their manliness.
Way back when Rob and I DIDN'T EVER WANT MORE KIDS and Brandon was about 5 months old we were sitting at Port of Subs eating lunch one day. There were two boys there about 4 and 5. They were bouncing back and forth between building a fort out of chairs, killing each other and scheming to get in some other kind of trouble. Most people would have been appalled by their behavior, I on the other hand said to Rob, if we ever get to a place where we want another kid, I want another boy. Brandon needs a brother, and accomplice, a partner in crime.
As the months went on I grew to love having a son more and more. I realized the bond between a mom and her son is unbreakable. It's as strong as some peoples bonds with God. I told Rob one day that no matter what happened in life, no matter what happened with he and I, I was so happy because I realized that for the rest of my life I had someone to love me unconditionally. I realize boys get mad at their moms, but no matter what, they always come back to their mommies.
When I found out I was pregnant this time, my first thought was I hope I get another boy so Brandon has a brother. Then I started looking on the baby websites and I was so excited by the girly stuff that for a while I thought Okay maybe I want a girl. How fun to dress her up and stuff right? But then what? When we found out yesterday it was a boy, at first I didn't know what to think. Then I realized I was so happy my son was getting his brother. Brandon was going to get his brother. He was going to teach him to jump and play and vroom vroom and pee naked outside. Then I thought oh shit, Brandon is going to try and teach my 4 month old to jump off the coffee table and just shove him off instead thinking its the same. I started laughing so hard. I was getting what I wanted. I realized, after I dressed up that little girl I wouldn't know what to do with her. I couldn't play big time wrestling with her, and Rob couldn't teach her baseball and then it hit me. I could never be the mom to a girl. I can't wait to watch my boys. They are going to team up against me, and booby trap the house, and pee all over the bathroom floor, and probably beat the shit out of each other and its going to ROCK. I couldn't be happier.
I always thought boys would be so scary. How do you potty train them and what do you do when they get hurt and ummm is my 3 month old really getting a hard on? But now, I giggle so hard when Brandon runs outside, takes his diaper off and waters the lawn. I giggle harder when he tries to bend down and watch himself pee and nearly pees on his head. I giggle when he grabs his pee pee like Michael Jackson, juts his crotch out and says PEE PEE and then pulls on it as though it were Laffy Taffy. I LOVE HAVING A BOY!
I would say the only reason I felt sad is that I knew Rob wanted a girl, so he could understand a little how it felt for me having a boy. You know, mommas boy and daddies girl. Well now I'm going to have two mommas boys and a part of me wonders how I will be able to stay grounded feeling as much love as I'm about to feel. I'm sure the second that little boy comes out Brandon is going to start trying to teach him. I have visions of Brandon shoving the baby across the floor saying, crawl baby crawl.
It's weird. I can't believe someone as girly as me could suddenly go from wanting a princess cheerleader type to wanting a Superman baseball type. I thought of life with girls. Birthday parties full of princess princess fairies and princess. Then I look at Brandon and I see Trucks and fish and Superman, and Elmo, and Batman, and Karate and hell a whole party revolving around bugs and dirt. I get years and years of different costumes, rather then cycling through Disney princesses. I get years of Karate and baseball and football and stitches. I know my son will need stitches some day, but for a girl, that thought would be paralyzing.
I always thought that any mom could be a mom to anyone. But I really feel like I was given the child I was meant to have. I a meant to be a mother to little boys.
So I guess in the end, knowing I'm having another boy, is one of the greatest joys in my life. Whenever I hear someone is pregnant with a baby boy I am so happy for them, I tell them that the best thing in the world is about to happen to them. And now, I get to have the best thing in the world happen to me twice....Lucky? I THINK SO!
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