Wednesday, February 28, 2007

T-minus 8 hours.

Tomorrow is March 1st. Are you ready? I am taking ideas STAT! I promise to follow thru this time and answer all burning questions, within reason. But come on, I leave very little to the imagination. So, bring it!

Monday, February 26, 2007

This is a cry for HELP!

Seriously, I can't take it anymore. My patience are gone. I am feeling like I am in the top 5 for the Worlds Worst Mother award. I don't know what has happened in the past week, but Harper is anti-sleep. She fights it completely. Yesterday her normal 5 hours of daytime napping whittled down to bits and pieces that equaled an hour. One hour of napping throughout the day equaled a screaming, hysterical baby. It was a day from Hell and Saturday was only slightly better.

Now, let me tell you what I have tried. I cannot and will not do Cry It Out. I have no doubt it works, but it isn't for me. I think I have tried everything else though. I used to nurse her to sleep but she is acting like she hates it. As soon as my milk lets down she is totally turned off. However if she is already half asleep she will nurse for hours. If I lay her down. She does this weird stomach crunch thing and tries to sit up. She won't rock. "Wearing her down" only seems to stimulate her more. I am totally clueless. Please tell me I am totally missing something and the answer is simple. Mason was a super hard baby and I don't remember him ever fighting sleep to this extreme. Aaaaaaa!

Friday, February 23, 2007

You are tired of pictures, aren't you?

I know, I know. I've totally been lacking quality content here haven't I? I go in spurts of here just like I do with everything else in my life. Hello afternoon delight, aa-aa-afternoon delight! So maybe it's not the delight that the song is referring to, bow-chicka-wow, but it is my afternoon pick-me-up I can't go without. Are you a prude! It is just a little White Russian. Calm down already it only impairs my judgement slightly.

"Mashon quit swinging yer sister by her tows!"

I kid. I love my iced coffee, 2 Splendas and a splash of fat-free cream. So delish I look forward to it everyday. And it keeps my eyelids up! I digress.

I've been thinking of doing my own little challenge. It is very "last November", but I am thinking of doing a post everyday in March. Every. Single. Day. No guarantees for quality content, but I think it might be fun. You might learn something new about me. I might learn something about me! I am willing to give it a shot. Should I do it? Any suggestions?

Bring on March!

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Weekend Photos

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Harper Shakur. I am not at all into the frilly headbands that leave indents in the poor babies heads, but I love these that my friend Jill gave me. They are so Tupac-errific!
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A redemption for Mason after the nose-picking incident.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Spring has Sprung!

Today it was in the upper 30's, heat wave! We couldn't wwait any longer so we busted out our new toy.
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I love my new double stroller!
Harper lasted a few minutes and passed out. Mason sat like a good boy for the hour long trek. We stopped only long enough to take a picture and for Mason to find his brain.
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We all needed to get out! We got home and I couldn't help but snap a few pictures of my rosey cheeked pink bundle of love!

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Thursday, February 15, 2007

Banana-watch 2007

February 15, 2007

Banana watch 2007 has come to a close.

The reason: constipation due to over-consumption.

Final words: treated me well, will be missed.

Insider Info: You all are still a bunch of freaks. I think I was a tad dilerious and quite possibly hungry when I wrote that post. I never expected to hear about it a week later. I heard about it via, comments, emial and phone calls. I like to think I am among good company. Banana Lovers Unite!


Wednesday, February 14, 2007

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Ms.Mamma takes great pictures, doesn't she?

Tuesday, February 13, 2007


Have you ever imagined how it would feel to be in the middle of the ocean on a boat that was sinking. You see nothing as far as you look and know that swimming is not an option. The water starts to seap in and tickles around your ankles. Then it seems to pour in faster, quickly rising to your waist. Then the heaviness pushes on your chest and it gets harder to breathe. It gets up to your shoulders now and almost feels like it is pushing down on you, testing to see how strong you are. Then the choking feeling as it wraps around your neck. Then up to your mouth and nose. You have to work for every breath keeping only the tip of your nose out. And finally just the straw you grabbed as your last survival thought went through your head. As you breath the tiny breaths of strained air you know that that too will only help you a moment longer. Defeated.

That is how I am feeling. I just simply can't get ahead. I pour my heart into one area of my life, and the others suffer. There are the big things like relationships and family. And the small, like obligations and daily commitments. But together it feels like a big huge spider web that has me sucked in.

I wish I felt like there was one thing I excelled at instead of doing everything just Okay - Enough to keep my head above water. But I feel like that water is rising in slow motion. I'm not fully submerged but it is coming in inch by inch.

I know I can figure it out. I know how to swim, I know how to breathe. I just need to find the plug to pull, to let some of the water out. Where is that plug...

*no comments. I'm not looking for warm fuzzies. I'm expressing.

Thursday, February 08, 2007


I am going bananas for bananas people.

Have you ever noticed that a good banana is really good and a bad banana is really bad? The other day I was driving to my Yoga class and was snacking on a banana. It was the perfect banana. Perfectly golden yellow, not a touch of brown or green, just perfectly banana-y. It was seriously heavenly. As in, if I knew a banana would always taste that good I'd pass up a lot of not so healthy things to "peel that banana and Uh! Take a bite!"

On the other hand green bananas have that wierd ability to dry out your tongue and make your teeth feel funny. Brown ones are sickeningly sweet and leave a wicked bad taste in your mouth until you brush your teeth, not good.

Another way I love to devour my banana is to smear it with a little peanut butter. Totally delish! If you even like those foods a little, you have got to give the combo a shot. You just may be in love.

Speaking of love. Why am I still so immature that I can't help but crack a totally lame, childish joke when Pedro eats a banana? Men are allowed to love a good banana too aren't they? Or is it taboo for them to eat a banana in public?

Mmmmmmm...I love me some bananas.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

That book is a total joke

You know that book about Alexander? Hahah. I laugh at it! I only wish I could laugh about my morning. Let me shorten it for you, otherwise you might just think I am making this up. I wish I was, I wish I was.

Harper wakes up earlier than normal. I go into my bedroom where she is laying on my bed, on my side, in a pool of puke. It is in her ear in her hair and covering the entire right side of her. She is smiling so I'm not worried even though she NEVER pukes. She must have had too much air in her tummy. So I strip her clothes off and get the tub started. Mason finds me in the bathroom and informs me he has pooped. Great! I love to multi-task! I strip him down too and put them both in the tub. Mason is being totally annoying so I get Harper out and into fresh clothes. Mason is now ready to be out. Duh, what fun is a tub if you don't have anyone to annoy? I haven't gotten his clothes ready so I take Harper and make a mad dash to get him a diaper and clean clothes. But, Wait! What is the dog doing? I haven't fed him yet. What is he eating, and why are there pieces of a diaper on the floor? He didn't! Oh yes he did. The disgusting dog had found the diaper which was all rolled up and fastened shut with tabs and opened it up and proceded to devour the contents, which mind you was so hellacious that required its owner to be bathed. The poop has been smeared on the carpet in the only room we have carpet and the dog smells of rank, toddler poop.

Now it is just after one and I still have not showered. However, my sheets have been washed, the rented Rug Doctor has done its job and my kids will soon go down for their naps. Now I need a stiff drink. Anyone care to join me. I promise I won't make you sit in poop or puke...just Do Not let the dog lick you!

Otto a.k.a  Ah-doe

Monday, February 05, 2007

I'm Weightin'. I'm Watchin'!

Last week, another 3 lbs. That my friends, bring my total weight loss to a whopping 9.6 lbs. Not bad, not bad at all. There is a problem however. Last week I thought I did really bad. I ate out at least 3 times. One of them a chinese buffet and you know that can't be "point" friendly and I still lost. That is called negative re-enforcement. I've been bad. Really bad ever since. One highlight of the weekend. No-Pudge Brownies. If you know what's good for you, stay away from these. They are the best thing I've ever had, in my life. They are totally fat free and according to Pedro the batter tastes like frosting. The you think you can stop at one little square? Oh hell no. I pretty much ate the whole box throughout the day yesterday. I am pretty sure the "no-pudge" part doesn't apply to eating the whole box. So this week is Operation Starvation. Ready, Set, don't Eat! I kid I kid. If you only knew me you'd know that not eating is totally impossible for me. However, this week I am going to me a model Weight Watchers student. I just hope it's not too late...