What on earth would posess someone to say this to a new mom?

I just received this comment from Paula (click her name to see the awful site). This comment was left on this blog. I believe in response to me discussing the changing table being ready for circumcision and cord care.

Love your blog. And yes the rooms look great!

Im sad to hear you are going to circumcise. Have you looked into it?

Good luck with labor! Very exciting! Congrats mama

I'm sorry Paula but I'm pretty upset with your comment for a few reasons. One of the reasons is that I already have a son so clearly I have looked into it. Second, no matter what the choice is mine so why on earth would you question me? It is clear you haven't read my blog and only stopped by because of the circumcision comment or you would know that I also won't be going into labor I will be delivering via scheduled C-section. Now I wonder if you have something to say about that too. Then I click on your link (I have linked her so you can all see what I was horrifically greeted with when I visited her page) to see that image. First of all, all of the pediatricians I visited along with the video I watched assured me that the baby is totally numb and actually feels nothing when being circumcised. In fact, my son didn't even cry during his and he passed out immediately after. However, no matter what the facts are, following the link to your blog and seeing that was very traumatic and mean and I can't at all understand why you would say something like that to a hormonal new mom? I am so deeply disturbed that the only comment you have ever chosen to leave on my blog was simply to criticize my choice as a parent. Everyone has the right to make their own choices and to be confronted with an image like that just days before I am going to have my son was terrible and mean. And while I will still absolutely circumcise my son all that I will see while it happens is your awful graphic and I don't think I deserved that.

A conversation between husband and wife via yahoo messanger

A little preface. Yesterday my hubs messaged me to let me know he was pooping for the second time. He told me all about it, consistency and so on. I told him he was grossing me out and to knock it off.

Me: I just threw up and had to swallow it, cuz I'm in car
Rob: That's just as nice as when I tell you I'm taking a shit, or need to shit. Actually no that's worse, cuz I'm not eating my shit.
Me: I know that is why I felt it was okay to tell you
Rob: That's just gross. No kisses for you
Me: Well obviously I'm sick
It was fun kissing you while it lasted though (he was sick all last week so I only got to kiss him one day this week)
Rob: Inserts barfy face emoticon
Me: Yup thats how I look
Rob: No, thats me now
Me: At least it wasn't chunky
Me: It was just a little coffee
Rob: Oh that makes it okay then
Me: Sure
Me: It had a nice minty coffee flavor

You see my friend, its conversations like these that are the key to a healthy marriage!

You wouldn't think it is cute but it sure is

My son is potty trained now. This means when he has to potty he jumps up, yells "I doe potty" and runs to the bathroom. What is extra cute though is how when he poops he sits on the toilet making all these funny grunting noises and squinting his eyes. He makes the cutest little faces. And then goes grrrrr rrrr pusssssssh and clenches his teeth together. It is probably the cutest thing ever. What's more cute then that? When he gets up and has a little tiny toilet ring on his tush from sitting on the toilet so long. It warms my heart to know he's just a typical guy!

Shannon a self portrait

I'm sitting at work talking to the girl in my office. We are chatting about some work stuff when I start coughing and suddenly puke. Instinct makes me put my hand up and try and catch the puke. So I've now got puke in my hands on my face on my floor and all over me. I got it everywhere but in the trash. The girl in my office stops talking, stands there for a second and walks out gagging before breaking out in a fit of laughter at me.

Now, I'm so afraid of puking that every time I cough I sort of half cough and half choke trying to hold the cough in to prevent myself from puking more. Combine that with the fact that I had to wear a panty liner today because all the coughing was leading to to much peeing and I am one sexy motherfucker today.

Oh wait, wait, to add to the sexiness I'm wearing a bright green St. Patrick's day shirt with my hair going every which way from sleeping on it wet. I mean really people, its hard to achieve this brand of sexy!

I'm sick

So sick in fact that everyone has me scared they will cancel the delivery and I just want to sit and pout about it. I will call the dr. today and find out what happens next. How is it possible on Friday my body was all systems go and by Sunday I started to feel like death. Ugggg at this point Jen is going to deliver before me!

Hear me roar

Patty awarded me the roar award and I'm so excited because this is my second award. Eeek.

Those people I've given this award to are encouraged to post it on their own blogs; list three things they believe are necessary for good, powerful writing; and then pass the award on to the five blogs they want to honor, who in turn pass it on to five others, etc etc.
Let's send a roar through the blogosphere!

The image above can be copied and pasted onto other blogs. Also, a small size of the award for sidebars can be found over at the writing circle site.

My three things necessary for good powerful writing are:

1. Openness. I find that it's hard to really write good stuff when you are afraid to be open and honest. One of the things I try and do everyday is not censor what I write. I try and let you all see the good, the bad and the ugly.
2. Humor. You have to have a sense of humor about everything. Not just from a that was a good joke point of view but I think it is important to be able to laugh at yourself. You have to be able to take the criticism with a grain of salt and not censor your writing out of fear of what other people might think. You just have to take it all with a sense of humor.
3. Patience. Writing often takes a great deal of patience. There are days when I don't feel like writing and then I realize that maybe today will be the day that I write something great and make one person laugh. I try and write daily just out of the hopes that my blog might have been the one thing that put a smile on your face.

I now tag:

Ginger: I tag her because she writes from a totally different point of view then most of us are used to on here. She doesn't write about parenthood or marriage she writes about being single. It is so awesome to have someone be so open about what they are living right now.

Emery: She was the first blog I ever read and I loved it. I love reading her struggles with mommy hood and I love watching as she solves it all and makes perfect sense of it. She always has something great to say that really makes me stop and think, hey everything is going to be okay.

Living Life in TX: I love her blog. It is so real and she is dealing with things that most of us couldn't even imagine. I read her daily and I thrive on watching her cope with her day. She totally amazes me each day.

Rachel: I tag her because she has such a different outlook on parenting. She always tries the thing outside of the box first. I love her approach to healthy parenting. She makes me want to be just like her. I can't believe all of the clever things she comes up with for her son medically and how she deals with everything. Plus she loves to talk about poop like me.

And finally Sarah and Jordan: Seriously, he has twins, she writes everyday in detail and she has twins. This girl just amazes the shit out of me.

The upside to having a cold

Pissing yourself because you were bending over, not classy.

Pissing yourself because you were walking, lame.

Pissing yourself because you were laughing, well that is just funny

Pissing yourself while you were just sitting there doing nothing...well that's just sad.

Pissing yourself because you were coughing well that is just totally justified. So see, being sick has it's upside. I don't feel like a complete ass when I piss myself now!

A personal goal

Aside from washing all the random stuff I've decided I must wash today, I have a second personal lazy goal. I want to watch everything in my Tivo! So far I've watched all of my Rachael Ray's and I've now moved on to last nights Next Iron Chef! Go Besh!

Finally done

So we've been working on Brandon's room for quite some time now. We ordered his furniture from Pottery Barn way back in September and it finally all arrived toward the end of October. Soooo I give you Brandon's new big boy room.
His new bed with the most uber soft bedding ever. Also his little night stand that he keeps a stash of Cheeto's in (Seriously). You can also see his little lamp that goes with his bedding and his dangly lights. They are used as his night light.

This is his little dream wall and his little shelves. That is the blanket I brought him home in.

That is his new super awesome dresser that holds more clothes then I have in my own closet. That is his Superman TV and his baseball pack pack.

This is his little bookshelf with his bear clock that has a fish that tick tocks below it, it matches his bedding. You can also see his bear paw coat hooks.

This is the rest of his room, showing his red chair, his toy box and his vacuum.

Those are the rest of his little coat hooks and his little bench that he likes to sit on to put his socks on.


Moving on to Codi's room

Finally got the changing table in his room since Brandon's dresser arrived

His crib all set up with his mobile and his little lamp.

His rocking chair and his little "C" for Codi.

His new little shelf.

That is his little antique truck that grandma found, his piggy bank and his book that grandma got at a book store at burning man.

Close up of his crib

His little changing table is all ready, with all the goop and wipes for his circumcision and belly button care.

His bassinet, which is where he will live while I shower or when we have company

He he isn't his little bassinet so cute!

Nesting is a great excuse

So far today I have

• Cleaned out the junk drawer in my kitchen
• Cleaned out the other junk drawer in my kitchen
• Cleaned out all other drawers in my kitchen, making one a baking drawer, one for big spoons, tongs and whisks, a sharps drawer and so on.
  
• Cleaned out my utensil drawer
• Washed the sheets on my bed (still want to wash each pillow too)
• Washed Brandon's shower curtain
• Washed Codi's sheets
• Washed my guest blankets
• Washed my whites
• Washed my towels

Things I have done this past month

• Cleaned out my pantry (with hubbies help in the high places)
• Cleaned out my laundry room
• Organized all of Codi's drawers
• Washed Brandon's sheets four times (fucking cat)
• Washed the changing pad cover in Codis room
• Cleaned out my nick nack drawers and cabinets
• Organized all of my cards
• Cleaned closet and drawers (technically mom did this for me but shhhh)
• Cleaned out Brandon's drawers and closet
• Repacked diaper bag
• Packed bag for hospital
• Packed Codi's bag for hospital (yes we need separate bags)
• Supervised installation of car seats
• Supervised rearrangement of both car seats in car
• Supervised building of bassinet
• Washed bassinet bedding
• Washed all of Brandon's blankets
• Washed my rugs (need to do one more time)
• Washed table cloth (8 times)