Post for Pedro. . .

Last night Pedro was on the 'puter and yelled downstairs,
"Why did you quit blogging?"
I yelled back up and said that I quit because he "never comments anyway!"

I thought that he looked at this maybe once or twice a week, and maybe he does, but I am going to run a test. A few weeks ago, I had written a whole big post about a new obsession I have and "poof" it vanished. Who knew Mother's Day was right around the corner. Let's just see if Pedro is paying attention, shall we.

I am not a big jewelry person, but I found this stuff I love. It is called Pandora and I want a braclet. I think the thing I love about them is how you can personalize them. I am not a gold girl so I'd like for mine to be all silver, with color from the murano beads. Another cool thing is that you add the beads as you go. So say for now, I wanted an M for Mason, or Mike. Well, twenty-five kids later, I could have the whole alphabet on there! I love how they are affordable too, but when you are done adding the beads, you have a nice piece of jewelry. Minus the nails of course.

So how easy should shopping be this year for Mother's Day?

Who's Crazy...Me?

**This post is not for the faint of heart, trust me!**

Even though my friend lives just a few houses a away, last week we were into a little crazy web discussion that kept getting more strange and wrong and funnier by the minute. It was so funny when it was going on, that I thought I should try to re-cap for you all!

It started innocently with a post about pizza. If you read the comments, I was the one to cross the line. But then the "always eager to learn more" part of her took over and she found this, but was a tad let-down because she thought they were only a man's dream come true. Well how wrong she was, because when I thought I crossed the line before, psha! I really crossed it now, I found Charlie!

So now, for those of you who are totally intrigued, you too can have "Charlie" for a mere $7,000 dollars! He comes straight to your door in a coffin size crate, and wow, just think of the great conversations "he" would start being a centerpiece in your living room. But seriously, this business is freaking bazaar. We were even looking into all our options and wow, are there options. So, I know you are all going to run out and get a Charlie of your own, right? Or, would you tap into your inner-freak and go with an Anna Mae?

TMI times 10!

If you can't take talk about girlie parts...see ya!

Today we began our day as normal: Mike gets ready for work, inserts a fresh piece of gum into his mouth, and he is out the door. Have I mentioned that my son LOVES gum. It is a great plug too when he is having one of those extra whiney days too. So anyway, today when Mike ate gum, Mason needed some too. Never mind that it is 7:45 in the morning. He got his wish! Somewhere during the 8:00 hour I decided it was time for the boy to have a bath. I put him in the bath tub with all his toys, left the door opened and let him play while I picked up. (Can you see where this is going? Just wait, you have no idea!) I went to finish giving him his scrub down, took him out, and got him dressed for the day.

About a half an hour later I decided I should really get ready since I had a few errands to run today. But, we had plans for tonight so I want to be "fresh" for the night. You know, fresh hair and make-up, a rarity these days. So I made a compromise with myself. I'd just quick jump in Mason's bath water and wash the parts that needed to be washed. I don't think I need to go into detail about the "parts" you are girls, you know. And the whole thing about reusing bath water, bah, he's my son and he has pooped on me before. . .It doesn't gross me out in the least. So to my quick under-carriage scrub turned disastrous! I found gum in my pubes! Yes, a wad of gum clumped into my pubes from my gum addicted 2-year old. After a few minutes of trying to remove it, and brainstorming how the hell I would be getting it out, I gave up and got the scissors. A clump of my girlie hair is gone.

I debated whether or not I wanted to write about this. I mean, it is definitely TMI, but who has this shit happen to them? Oh yeah, I do! This is my crazy bazaar life, WELCOME!

Lickable Idols. . .

I've been meaning to write about this since it is a pretty much taboo subject at home, but American Idol watchers, HOLLA! I've been watching since day one and here is my opinion:

Taylor: "The grey boy can sing, but hello, would it hurt you to learn a dance move or two so it doesn't look like you're having a seizure every single week!?"

Chris: "I used to feel you, but you try too hard to be sexy by doing to raspy pre-orgasm sex voice. Yuck! I am way over you!"

Katharine: "I think you are beautiful and have a beautiful voice, but I wonder if there is a closet bitch behind all that sweetness?"

Paris: "Girl, you can sing! But I feel like your time is just about up! We can't tell who the 'real you' is."

Kellie: "I thought you were adorable at the beginning, but you are way too dumb now. Your naivete was cute at first, but you are selling out. It's about your dignity Kellie, your dignity!"

Elliot: "You are my new hero! I think you have the best voice, hands-down. If only you had the face of my Ace."

Ace: "No one can deny that you are delicious. Can I just get one little lick? You got so cheesy though with the whole scar showing business that I could hardly stand to watch you. Notice I said hardly. You had your time on AI now hopefully we'll continue to see you...naked, mmmmmmmm, have you thought about a future in porn?...."

Behold the Belly!

Here it is you guys! The belly at just over 18 weeks. It is amazing how fast it grows the second time around. With Mason I think I was just starting to barely show with a tiny lower belly pooch. This time, I'm showing, wouldn't you say?

Easter = exhausting

I began the Easter weekend scouring my house. I mean scouring! The floors were scrubbed, the wood was finger print free and dust was non-existent. I started my cleaning frenzy on Thursday for in-laws that would start coming on Friday.

Pedro's brother and wife had planned on coming and staying at a hotel so we all could swim and catch-up. No pressure. Then Pedro's parents decided that they wanted to come on Saturday. Pressure! The thing is when they come, the come! and stay and stay and stay. This Saturday was no different. They were coming at 11am which allowed me to get up at a reasonable hour and start preparing our lunch which was going to be fajitas. Well, 8:30 we get a call saying they were going to come earlier. As in 10am. Nice! Well, guess who rolled in our driveway at 9:50am? Yup, you guessed it. They day was fine, but long! Way too long! They finally left after 6pm. That's a damn long day for a pregnant lady, no? Sheesh!

Sunday we went to my parents house for Mason to have an egg hunt. It was cold out but we took some cute pictures(I left my camera at my parent's house so I'll post them later). We were only there a few hours and then came home. I was still exhausted from the three days earlier.

So today, my goal was to do nothing except a couple of loads of laundry. Well, that would be way too easy wouldn't it? Yup, sure would. Our main pipe clogged and I had to have Roto-Rooter come on over. It was a big smelly party, you should have come! Now, $95.00 later, I can finish my laundry and lay my big butt on the couch.

AA for Preggo's

Tuesday I woke up and remembered my dream during the night vividly. And, no it wasn't one of those. It was so strange though that I can't stop trying to diagnose it. So maybe you can help me...

I was in a drinking contest where I had to slam 6 drinks. I was drinking all different types of drinks and beer. So, guess who won... that's right, I won without even a challenge.

As soon as I woke up, I told Pedro about it, then I realized I had a wicked headache. No, it was a hang-over. I had a hang-over from my dream!

So go to it! Analyze my dream. The only thing I can put together is that I had the headache first, then my mind made up the dream to go with the headache? Otherwise, I may need to find some support for drinking sleep walkers. . .

I'm Gonna Catch You!

First of all, yesterday I went to a La Leche League Meeting. Only one kid had Pink Eye! Yes that's right. This strange hillbilly of a woman was talking about how she had been at the Dr's office the day before because her oldest son had pink eye. . . SWEET! Maybe if I was lucky he touched something that I touched before I was trying to get an eyelash out of my eye. Seriously, who is that stupid? Isn't that one of the most contagious things out there? Geeze!!

On a happier note, I bought Mason something that is virtually priceless. If you are a Mom of a toddler, you've got to get the Laurie Berkner Band. It is advertised on TV, and truly is just a band for kids. Mason is in love. He spins around and tries to keep up with the arm movements they do. The best part about it is that it's OK music. I really haven't had to run into the kitchen yet looking for the nearest fork to poke into my eyes. I have in fact found myself singing along to those catchy little songs.
"I'm gonna catch you, you better run."
"I'm gonna catch you, here I come."
They advertised it on TV for 19.99 plus 4.95 for shipping. Well, I am way too thrifty for that! I found it at Overstock for 12.05 and 1.40 for shipping...SOLD. I ordered it last Friday and it arrived on Monday. It has been played numerous times since then along with the CD that came free with it. Check it out. It has been a very well spent $14.00.

Baby, Baby...I can't stand Amy Grant.

I don't know what has come over me...I am bored with blogging. Sorry! It's nothing personal, I think every now and then I run out of things to write about. But this time, I do have things to talk about, I just don't. I am lazy these days, that is what it boils down to.

I know I mentioned having my 16 week OB appointment this past week, but what I didn't mention is that my Ultra-Sound is scheduled for May 1st! Do you hear me? May 1st I find out if the beebster is a little Dora or Diego (don't fret those are not the names we've chosen,I promise)! I know that finding out the sex of the baby is always a hot topic, to find out or not to find out. We went around and around deciding whether to find out with Mason, and came to this agreement:

"Having a baby come out of your vagina and become part of your family is a big enough surprise. It is a huge change in your life, so why not be as prepared as possible?"

So, we found out and have never regretted our decision. This time we plan on doing the same. So my next question...Any feelings as to what I am having? Of course a healthy baby is what we truly want, but a girl would be wonderful to round out the family. My friend Jill and I had a discussion the other day about a man having a daughter. I really believe that having a daughter does something to a man that cannot be done any other way. I feel like a daughter softens a man and exposes a part of him that otherwise would not be exposed. Just my theory remember, but it makes sense, doesn't it?

The count down is on! I will let you all know the sex but the name...forgetaboutit! We are selfish that way. For that important piece of info, you'll have to read somewhere around the 18th of September!

Blah, blah and more blah!

I am over my last post evaporating into the giant world wide web, so now I'd like to move on.

Pedro left for Albuquerque, NM yesterday. Mason and I took him to the airport and Mason was thrilled that we were going back to Mexico...poor kid. He was so let down watching his dad enter the security gates without him. I guess that just means we'll have to plan another trip a-sap, right?

I hate how Pedro can drive me crazy for a week straight, then once he is gone I miss him like crazy. Why does that happen? He is only gone for three nights, but it seems like forever!

Today I had my 16 week OB appointment. I had to go alone since Pedro is gone, and the very brave Ms. Mamma offered to watch my "little tornado". I hope she wasn't just being nice, but she said the boys were good!? After that we went to the park to let the two long hairs run like wild boys, then to feed them healthy grub at McD's. I hope neither of them will wake up in a couple of days barking like dogs since the vast majority of the kids playing in the playland seem to have the croup! Mason was cashed after his busy morning and took a nice 2 hour nap when we got home.

Tonight we watched American Idol and ate White Chocolate Macadamia Nut cookies. I wonderful way to top off my day off healthy eating! Goodnight internet, goodnight Pedro, goodnight thighs and ass!

F*#@-You Blogger!

I just finished a huge entry and was inserting some links when poof! Everything was gone. So now I am totally irritated and this is all you get!

Mason's haircut was a bust. He screamed, the lady cut her finger while trying to cut on the run, and I sat there sweating. His bangs got a trim and nothing else. I was secretly a tad happy about it!

That's all now. I have to go clean my house. It is repulsing me!

It's Thursday,Yo!

Today is a busy day for us. Pedro's work is having a family potluck, so we are going to that. I am making a blue cheese, pear, tomato and spring greens salad that is easy and delish! Yes, I know I am not supposed to eat blue cheese while pregnant, but you know what? I could be smoking and drinking and doing crack, but I am not. So it is a trade off. Some of the things or "rules" while pregnant are so overboard. The first nurse I saw told me to never eat lunch meat straight out of the fridge. Instead, I am supposed to microwave it for 20 seconds, let it cool and then proceed with my sandwich making, bah! This time around, I have been using my own common sense. I don't go around slurping up raw eggs, but I don't think eating blue cheese or a turkey sandwich now and then is going to harm me or the baby.

I digress. So after the potluck, the boy and I are going in for a little haircut. Mine is just long and blah and needs some fresh layers. His is so straight since we got home that it gets in his eyes and tickles his nose. So he needs a little bang trim. In between or outings, I need to try to squeeze in a nap which means impeccable timing.

So I am off to get started with my day. Have a good one everyone!

A few of my favorites!

I think I forgot to mention that Mason's hair closely resembled Richard Simmons through out the week. Or to be a little nicer, the boy/ teenager from the 70's movie The Blue Lagoon.

Mason and Dada on the beach, playing in the sand.

Mama and Mason going to Japanese dinner, night 2.

My happy boy was in heaven everyday in the pool!

I uploaded them all now on flickr, so feel free to check them out. Some of them may not be work friendly for two big obvious reasons.(The girls, they taketh over!)

I know you all want to see my bump, right?

here it is! 15 weeks and in Mexico!

and our one and only family shot on our last day! the bump is very apparent.

Mexico-part 1

We are home. It always feels good to sleep in your own bed after 8 nights elsewhere, but it still sucks too to come back to reality.
Our trip started out like it was going to be a nightmare.

*Two days before we left, Mason had what he called "water-poop". Fantastic! Having been to Mexico three other times, I knew that the "wp" would only get worse once we got there.

* The day we left, we had to be at the airport at 5 am. Ugh! So a cab picked us up at the hotel...the driver spoke very little english and had an extreme case of hot farts (don't act like you don't know what a hot fart is, everyone knows!) It was completely nauseating. So totally nauseating that Pedro put his manners behind him and opened the window in freezing temperatures! But, things got worse! He took us to the wrong airport in Minneapolis! I was pissed. It should have been a $5 dollar cab ride that turned out to be around $25 because of this stupid driver! Anyway, we got to the airport late, but still made it. We got to the ticket counter and there was a lady pre-checking all the ID we had to bring. My birth certificate had a small tear in it and apparently was unacceptable. I had to get out of line and wait for a half an hour to have a notary come and make me an affidavit so that I wouldn't get detained in Mexico. Fantastic!

* After all the drama, we boarded the plane and where just waiting for an ultimate meltdown from the boy...it never happened. Mason was mesmerized. The flight took 4 hours and Mason was pretty close to an angel. He fell asleep right as the plane was landing in Mexico. We got off the plane, went thru customs and found our hotel rep. Now just another hour in a van and we'd be at the resort! It again went smooth accept that Mason was starving by this point and was tired of eating goldfish and craisins.

* We finally got there and checked into our room, uh wrong! We were supposed to have two beds, not one king! I marched my butt back to the lobby and informed them there were 3 of us and one bed didn't work. Some how the lady talked me into a crib. I knew she was referring to a pack-n-play like all hotels do and Mason was never able to get used to one, we've tried many many times. She told me again that it was a normal crib. I was sure she had no idea what she was talking about but I told her I'd look at it and consider it. It came to the room three hours later and was just like his crib at home! I was perfect! Now Mike and I not only got a king bed, but Mason was somewhat confined and we wouldn't have to worry about him roaming the beach at 2 am. Life is good. We all slept perfectly while we were there. Things where staring to look up for the rest of the trip. And, for those who are wondering about the important stuff...The water poop dried up by the time we arrived in Mexico. Hooray for turds!

*I'll begin to post pictures as soon as I figure how to get them off of my Christmas present camera,which was used on the trip. Not to worry, no poop will be involved.

**Note it took 3 months to use the camera, probably look for pictures sometime around...June?

Viva la Mexico!

Hola All!
We are having a great time. The weather has been amazing, Mason couldn´t have been any better, and we´ve sucked in all the sun we can handle! One negative...Mike and I were up all night tuesday, sick. You imagine it, we were doing it. Not fun. ANd Mason has been healthy as a horse, go figure. But we are feeling great again and are leaving tomorrow. So, there is my update I paid 4 dollars to do! Enjoy! I´ll be home soon with lots of pictures to share.
Adios!

A follow up on the "hair" post...

I am super busy getting ready for the sun. We leave tomorrow and I know that the more organized I am, the easier it will be for all of us. So I have been busy packing, doing laundry, running errands, and getting Mason's birth certificate. I had to drive to the city we lived in when I had him to get it and that is also where I have my LLL meetings. I hadn't been to one in 3 months because I've had other things going on and couldn't make it, so I really wanted to stop in yesterday. I debated over going because I have been trying to keep Mason is a bubble until we leave for vacation. Who wants a sick, whiney, miserable kid in Mexico? I convinced myself I was again being over-protective and took him, for 5 minutes!!
We walked in and there was a new Mom there. She immediately looked at Mason and said,
"aren't you pretty." I just looked at her and smiled. Then she looked at me and said,"how old is she?" I tried to be nice and said
"he is a boy and he is 2." I then tried to reassure her that it happens all the time. But what I really wanted to say was,"Are you blind? Look at what he is wearing!" He had on a grey sweater, black converse hi-tops and a red and grey camouflage vest. He may have longer hair, but I never dress him like a girl, EVER!
And that was just the beginning.
So then I start talking to a woman who tells us every meeting for the past 2 years that her husband is a DR. Strangely enoungh, she brings her 2 boys with her and they are sick almost every month! Yesterday was no different. Her 7 month old was barking like a dog and her 3 year old had crusty snot under his nose. Ah...thanks but no thanks, you can keep those sickies to yourself. So we left before Mason played with the 3 year-old and I disinfected him on the way out, twice! Geeze people, common sense, no?
Today my goal is to be completely packed and the car loaded as well. It is wishfull thinking, but I am trying. Organization is a stretch for me!

I feel pretty!

"Pretty Mama!"

"Mama pretty hair."

"Pretty ears!"

So it may be coming from a two year old who thinks I look great with my robe on and rollers in my hair, but I'll take it! Everyone needs their own personal ego booster now and then, right?

Weekend of Wonderful Weather

This weekend it was beautiful outside! Sunday morning we went on a walk to the park. Now today, there are a bunch of schools that are cancelled because of snow and freezing rain we got during the night. Go figure? Here are a few pictures of my little boy. Please don't tell me he needs a haircut, I hear it all the time and I happen to like it a little longer. He has plenty of years to have a military cut, if that's his thing...

It's the final countdown...(enter electric guitar)

Mexico, in seven days people. I cannot wait for a hint of color on my pasty white skin. I cannot wait for a virgin Pina Colada. Mexico, here I come. My poochie belly and all!

Today I had the full ultrasound. It took a full hour! I forgot how painful it is to hold 32 ounces of water in your bladder for an hour. Let me just tell you, it is not uncomfortable, it really hurts. I got to a point where I got nauseous! Seriously nauseous from holding in pee, so I went. Yup, I gave the finger to the written instructions and emptied my bladder. It felt so good...for about 5 minutes. Then I had to go again and didn't let myself. By the time I got to the ultrasound office, I was beginning to sweat. When the ultrasound tech came to get me I walked hunched over to the room. She asked if I needed to relieve myself a bit. "Oh hell yeah!" She made me go in a cup and only let me empty 7 ounces. Don't tell, but I really peed 9 oz. It felt too good to stop.

The ultrasound looked perfect. Me official due date is Sep. 19th. The Dr. had me at the 18th, so the whole date fib, was, well pointless. But I got to see so many cool things in my little alien baby. The eye sockets are forming and the legs move all over. She told us the baby was about 2 inches long, not including the legs. With legs around 4 in. My uterus is right below my belly button. Scary! It should be at my belly button at 20 weeks, but I am not surprises since every appt. with Mason they told me I measured large. I guess I make big babies! Let's just hope this one stays comfy until at least 37 weeks. I hear guacamole does great things for babies in utero...did I mention I am going to Mexico next week?

If I could makeout with Wal-Mart I would!

Hope I don't offend, but let's be realistic. Wal-Mart is very White Trash! Everytime I go I am either walking behind someone with breath-taking B.O., am a witness to someone shouting at his wife to shut the F!#*- Up, or a mom smacking her kids! But does it stop me from going? Nope, I go there weekly and I don't know why...cheap entertainment possibly?
Well now, I LOOVVVEE Wal-Mart! You know my whole Kushies Swim diaper disaster? I found a Canadian Wal-Mart that can get me one by next Wednesday by the latest! I had to pay an extra $10 for 2 day air, but I'll have the damn swimsuit for Mason! Hell Yeah!! Apparently Canadian Wal-Marts are way cooler that US Wally-Worlds. I'll take it!

Baby Update!

I met my Nurse Midwife today...LOVED HER! Seriously, she is perfect for what I want/expect for my pregnancy. She was completely fine with me still nursing Mason and saw no reason for me to quit. The only weird thing is that we couldn't hear a heartbeat. Mine kept coming over the Doppler instead, so they ended up doing a mini ultrasound and we saw the little beebster bouncing around with a beating heart! Yay! I am going back Thursday for a full hour-long ultrasound for them to ahem, confirm dates. Fine with me.
In other news, I am a tad pissed. Remember those adorable swim diapers I bought nearly three weeks ago for Mexico? Yeah, well I finally emailed the company yesterday and got a reply today saying that they are on back order until the 16th of March! Fantastic, that is the day we leave. So it looks like we'll be taking the typical Little Swimmers. Talk about horrible customer service! Life goes on.

The 7-11 Baby.

After reading a few post this weekend, I am again faced with this strange feeling. When did raising babies become a convenient past-time? My husband and I have talked for hours about this topic and it is one messed up one at that.

If you think about it, almost everything you buy in Wal-mart type stores are gadgets to make child rearing easier and more convenient. Don't get me wrong, I am guilty too, I loved being able to free up my hands once in a while and use Mason's swing. But this time around, I am going to try to be even more conscious. What happens in poorer countries? I am not positive, but I can pretty much guess. They hold their babies all. the. time. The nurse their babies when they want to eat. And they probably don't let them cry it out, worrying that they'll wake up the other 6 kids that are asleep in the same room. So who is better off?

Thankfully my husband and I are on the exact same page when it comes to this topic. We both held/hold Mason a whole lot. We still run up to his room if he wakes up crying in the middle of the night. We believe that he is too young to be left behind for us to go on vacation without him. And speaking of that, our upcoming vacation may not be a peaceful as it may have been with him behind, but we both know that by the second day, we'd be miserable without him!

The crazy part, is that there are actually people that make us feel strange about not having left him overnight yet! What? He'll only be my baby for maybe another year, then he's never going to what to be with his parents anymore. He'll have places to go and people to see. My mother-in law has made the comment to me close to a dozen times,"They all leave you eventually, anyway." God, that comment hurts to hear! Yes it is true, painfully true, but I do not want to put less of myself into this job and think of it that way. For now, I want to hold, kiss, snuggle, hug and be with my little boy as much as I can. For soon, he'll be out with the neighbor kids playing tag and I'll have to bribe him for an hour of time and maybe if I'm lucky, a kiss goodnight.

I have 5 minutes so...

Mason is sick! He has an awful chest cold, nothing but coughing and a fever. And of course he won't take anything. I've tried it all! I even went to Wally World last night and bought these new Tylenol Meltaways. I told them they were candy and he downed 2, easy. Today he is acting like they are rat poison. So we have done absolutely nothing today except cuddle. I love it, but I can't help but hold my breath every time he hacks in my face, poor guy. I knew we were due. He hasn't had a cold since summer, so I knew when he got one it would be a whopper. So that's the scoop. He woke up for nap number 2 screaming for a moonie (movie), so I through in Thomas and got a five minute break, AMEN! Have I mentioned that I think people get sick through the internet? I don't have time to link, but my sidebar has them. the "very" family is sick, the "rockstar" family is sick, and amalah's familia has been sick. What gives? So I am here, just very, very busy tending to my whiney, sick boy.

Sex and the Pregnant Woman

Look out! It's gettin' hot up in here. Virgin Eyes, look away!

When I was pregnant with Mason, about 3 years ago, one of the most memorable parts of pregnancy where the dreams I had at the beginning. My God where those things vivid. I thought I was a freak having these pornographic dreams that sometimes left me...well, lets just say refreshed! The first couple I was too embarrassed to tell Pedro about, then, I almost felt I had to. As if I was being unfaithful or something. They were crazy HOT! I do remember though, never being able to see a face. And maybe that was my mind's little sensor to not make me feel so damn guilty.

Well, I should have known something was up when I started having them again a couple of months ago. I woke up and immediately told Pedro all about it. I had to, it was clearly his face. Then a few days later, two pink lines were clearly apparent.

So now, it is kind of bittersweet that my first trimester is nearly over. But, on the bright side I seem to remember that the second trimester doesn't consist of dreams but "lots of reality." Hellooooo week 13!

Wanna hear more about THE CAR!- oh hell no!

I am done talking about that damn thing. It is stupid, and I'll never think he made the right choice. It was wrong, very, very wrong! And, moving on...
I had my first prenatal appointment today. It wasn't with my midwife, but with a nurse educator who gets my chart ready. I have gained 10 lbs already. Very scary to see that number already. With Mason, I didn't gain a pound until I was 5 months preggo, but I couldn't keep down water either. I guess there are a very few positives to severe morning sickness. Let's just pretend that that number with surely taper off, shhhh, we're pretending remember?

After meeting with the nurse, I had to do the whole gammet of lab work. That meant 5 viles of blood and one warm cup-o-pee. The phloebotomist was sweet, but God help her! It is time for her to retire. She began just fine until my vein collapsed and she was determined to get the other 3 viles still from a vein that was not cooperating. After she rooted around for about a minute and pushed so hard the needle poked out the backside of my elbow*, I finally looked at her and said, "Um, ouuch!" She apologized over and over and told me we'd have to move over to the other arm, "Whhheeeee, can we?!" * So the other arm turned out to be a champ and I was on my way.

My next appointment is on the 7th. That's when I meet my mid-wife, cannot wait. I also told them that I was really unsure about my period days, so I am probably getting an extra ultra-sound to confirm dates. Fine with me, who says a little fibbing doesn't get you far?

After that we headed to Target. I've been looking for a cute maternity swim-suit but now as convinced they don't exist. I can just wear the one I have and look fat instead of pregnant. Yes! Fat is totally the new skinny, didn't you know?

**only slight exagerations

Hello beach, How I have missed you so!

First let me just get off my chest that I didn't post yesterday because I was way too busy having a nervous breakdown. What you might ask would trigger such a horrible thing? How about when your husband goes out of town for business and comes back with a new car. Yes, I know he is the King of impulsivity and it makes me crazy. Impulse for me, buying a $100 pair of shoes and knowing I shouldn't have spent money so foolishly, him, coming home with a new Saab when we'll be having a new baby in 6 months. I need to stop talking about it before I send myself into a new fit of rage..."In sickness and (mental)health..." Damn vows.

On the lighter side, we did it! Booked and paid for, our trip! We leave March 17 and are going to Riviera Maya Mexico for a 7 day all-inclusive. Should we be spending money on a vacation like this? Probably not, but we figured it'll be years before we can possibly do it again. So Hooray! We are staying at the Iberostar Quetzal, the same place we honeymooned 4 years ago. It is so beautiful there I cannot wait to go back,with my little Mason in tote. I feel really good about taking him somewhere really special before the new baby comes. So there you have it! The extreme highs and lows of a hormonal pregnant woman. Enjoy!

The History of My Boobs.

Because you want to know and I love to talk about my boobs, here goes.
Before I ever got pregnant, I knew I would breastfeed my babies. It just seemed like that was what they were meant to do. I come from a family of breastfeeders; My Mom nursed me until I was 2 and a half, and was proud of the fact.
So I became pregnant, knew I was going to nurse, for a year. The next thing I knew, Mason was here 6 weeks early, and could not eat. Out the window went my dreams of having my brand new baby laid on my chest and breastfeeding immediately. I asked my nurse for a breastpump the minute I was taken to my hospital room from high-risk delivery. She replied, "Wait until morning." Now that I know better, I wish I wold have insisted, because I waited the extra 12 hours my milk took 4 days to come in. All this time, Mason was in the NICU where he remained until he was two weeks-old being tube-fed my breastmilk that I pumped every 2-3 hours. Once Mason was a little more stable, they let me try nursing him, but told me that 9 out of 10 babies learned to eat faster on a bottle. They told me the day he took a bottle, he was ready to go home. I was so confused! One nurse assured me, "If you really want to breastfeed him, it'll happen."

So, I took my bottle-fed baby home and decided I was going to do things my way. I began every feeding at the boob, and my husband would finish with a bottle of pumped milk. Once he began latching on, I took out one bottle each day. In less then two weeks time, he was exclusively on the boob. I had worked so hard for the breastfeeding to happen that I didn't want anything to ruin it. I didn't try to give him a bottle for 6 weeks, and by then it was too late, he would refuse and scream. But again I didn't care, I really wanted this. The weeks passed and my 5 lb 12 once boy turned into a chunk. I LOVED the fact that I was giving my boy everything he needed to live and not having to depend on anything else. I even has a pediatrician comment that he "couldn't believe that I didn't suppliment" (with formula) my 19.5 pound 7 month-old. Mason was fat and healthy, all because of me!

A year came and went and nursing was better than ever, we were a true team. I (my boobs) could put him to sleep, fix a boo-boo, or just refuel his emotional tank when he was over-stimulated. It was the easiest fix, why would I want to give it up. I couldn't help but get teary when we'd have our little time together in our special chair and Mason would look up at me, boob in mouth and give me the sweetest smile, as if to say, "mmmmmm...thanks Mom." Those moments were and are so powerful, They'll be with me forever.

So here we are today, Mason is 26 months and still nursing twice a day, before nap and bed. I am pretty sure he doesn't get much milk, but he still absolutely needs the "close time." I am not ready to take it away from him. I still believe that he'll stop when he is ready and doesn't need to nurse any more. Until then, my boobs will be ready. Even crazier, I have been concidering the thought of tandum nursing, if I need too, something I never concidered even a year ago. A lot changes when you have someone you'd do anything for counting on you!

My sabbatical.

Hi all, I am back! I have been at a loss for words lately...Very unlike me. I had a busy/ boring weekend. Pedro had a friend come down from Minneapolis to work on our "flipper". It is getting close to being complete. The kitchen is the last project and that is what their working on. I promise to post the before/ after pictures when it is complete. So, my job in all of this was to do all the cooking and picking up. Ugh!

We are booking a vacation this week. Our deadline is tomorrow! We keep putting it off, but we need to do it for our sanity. I'll be sure to let you know where we decided to go as soon as we book it. I jumped the gun a little and bought these for the trip. I figured Mason would be it a suit more than a diaper so I splurged and got both of them. Adorable, no?

And last, I am jumping on the MamaC-ta bandwagon and I am taking requests for topics. Anything, and everything. I am not shy, try me. Is there anything you want to know about me/ my life. Just let me know and I'll post about it. Come one come all, I'm ready!

My Belly. It's a growin!

No, I am not showing at all yet, but my pants, they don't fit! So I have found these things that look amazing! In the early stages of pregnancy, you wear it folded over the top of your jeans and you can leave your uncomfortable jeans/pants unbuttoned. Later, when you have a big 'ol belly, you wear it all pulled up for belly support and to cover the lower stretch mark scared part of your belly. Not that I know anything about stretchmarks, my stomach is ,ahem, like butta'. Then the coolest part, you can wear it after delivery while nursing to cover up the post-partum pooch! I think I am sold. I may have to splurge and buy a couple today! Now the next question, what colors to get? Do I stick to basic black and white that'll go with everthing, or, do I get all fun and festive?

It's Heart Day Everyone!

OK, I'm back and feeling better today. I woke up today, got into the shower and noticed both eyebrows were totally sore. Yah, I did the ugly cry way too much yesterday. But I am done now, and I am moving on...but first I have to tell you what Mason did during my second sob fest. SO I am sitting on the couch sobbing and He crawls up onto my lap and says "hiiiii Maaamaaa!" over and over while looking at me. Then he proceeds to touch the tears that are rolling down my cheeks and says, "Uh oh cheek!" I think I'll keep him. It is the little things like that, that just make everything seem Ok.

So today was the LaLeche League meeting I go to once a month. I love going! It is one of the few places I can go and talk to a bunch of Moms that parent the same way I do. OK, so it is like a support group for me and all my issues, whatever, I still love it. I drive the 40 minute drive and sit and wait, no one is coming. It was moved a week early, but I didn't know since I had missed last months meeting. I finally packed up my boy and made the 40 minute trek back home. It was OK though, it got me out of the house.

I got my gift from Pedro and it was perfect! It was one of those small gifts that mean so much because you can tell how much thought went into it. I got a sweet card, not sappy though because clearly I've cried enough lately. Mason got me a manicure and pedicure gift certificate, AWESOME! And my favorite lover got me two Sex in the City special edition DVDs. Tonight we are going out to dinner, the three of us. These two men in my life are the best things that have ever happened to me and I can't imagine spending Valentine's day with anyone else.

I Love You Both!

How I hate to be Debby Downer but...

This pregnancy is starting to destroy me. I am not very nauseous, boobies still don't hurt, but my God am I exhausted. Over the past 7 days, I have taken a nap 6 of those and still cannot wait to get into bed for the night by 9. Now I know that is very common to be worn out at the beginning and end of pregnancy, but I feel like it is so unfair to my full-energy toddler. Yesterday and today it hit me like a ton of bricks..."How in the hell am I going to be able to do this?"
A few weeks ago I started to think Mason's outburst were lessoning, how wrong I was. We are back to square-one and back to head-butting the tile kitchen floor. I used to think I was a pretty patient Mom, but lately I feel like nothing more than a failure in that department. I am yelling way more than I know I should, and I can't help but blame myself for my 2-year-old son mirroring my childish actions.
I am not writing this to get all kinds of feedback on what a great mom I seem like. I don't want that. I am writing to get the way I am feeling off my chest.
I know my hormones are raging. I know I am exhausted. I know Mason is at a rough age. But still it doesn't help my to feel like any less of a failure right now! So now I am going to take my crying induced, puffy face self down to bed for a much needed nap.

A few things...

First of all, last night Pedro and I when to our first p.o.e.t.s club. No, we aren't much into poetry. This stands for: piss on everything tomorrow's Saturday. It is a club of late 20-30 somethings, almost all with kids, that have realized they do almost nothing outside of the home. So, for one Friday night per month we socialize, like with real adults! It was really fun to just get out and wear real clothes. It was a short outing from about 7-9 then we had to pick up our boy at my parents. Good times were had by all!

Second, my first Dr. appointment is coming up. This here state of WI does this whole thing kind of strange. In FL where Mason was conceived, they saw me at 6 weeks to determine if there was a heartbeat. Now, here they wait until you are 12 weeks pregnant to even see you. Yes, I understand the part of your body determining what will happen in the first 12 weeks, but I also read different info too. I read, that if a heartbeat is detected between 7-11weeks, the baby has a 90% chance of success. But, since I an in WI I guess I just have to deal with the way things are done. But my point is, I am not seeing a DR. I got in with the only midwife in the city. I feel like it is the way for me to go and I can't wait to meet her.

And last, my blog should have a new look soon. Pedro works in Advertising and has a lot of "computer friendly" friends. One of which is working on a blog design for me! I can't wait! So look for new changes hopefully in the next week or two. Until then, you'll just have to be patient.

Another Controversial Post from Yours Truly!

Does everyone have their hard hat on? Good. Then let's begin. I know I have briefly commented before that I am not very religious. I truly hope to be someday, but for right now, my faith, it isn't very strong. I have great admiration for people who know what they believe and follow it with devotion but I am not there yet. I could go into why I think I am not religious, but that would take days and then you would get very, very bored. So, here is the micro-version. I come from a very religious family also one of the most disfunctional families I know. I think I have some bitter feelings about the hypocritical ways of my family. Being a perfect citizen while at church, yet at home finding it OK to drink yourself crazy and be the most hurtful, toxic person one could ever want to be around. I never want to be like that, EVER! These are my issues and what I have found through my own self-diagnosis (I know, I know it's worth a grain of salt.)
Until I find the faith, I try to be a good person in other ways. I try to not judge others. I try to help those who need help, even if it is a simple as giving someone less fortunate a shopping cart that I paid .25 for. I think it feels great to make someone I don't know smile. You know, the good old fashioned "Golden Rule". That is what I believe in.
With that being said, a few days ago I got a phone call it was a man calling from a church.
He started by asking, "Can I ask for your opinion?"
"Sure!"
"Well, since Jesus stepped foot..."
And on and on and on he went. I could tell it was going to be a long time before it was time for my opinion. When I could finally interject I told him I really was not interested in taking part.
First of all, I felt misled. I felt offended. And I felt like I was being preached at! I thought this guy wanted my opinion! He just preached to me. I don't understand how soliciting phone calls makes people believe they are more devout. At what point does recruiting for a church (which was this mans ultimate reason for calling)become soliciting? I just don't get it!
So lets turn the tables now, shall we? Lets just say I was Jewish or Buddhist and I called this man to tell him about the way I think the world came about. Referring to my "god". I guess I'll never know, but I can only assume that I would not be very well received. So why is that? What happened to the rule that we all should live by, The Golden Rule: treat others as you want to be treated. Wouldn't that be amazing if the world operated that way?

My Son. He is a boob man at heart!

Yesterday morning I was sitting in the living room and in comes Mason carrying one of my very used, very unattractive, very big nursing bras. I gave him a look of shock and all he could say was,
"Mamas Milky!"
In that second I was so happy that I was alone at my house. I am not ashamed of still nursing him. It is the size of that atrocious thing that is so breathtaking!

The dirty, dirty details!

It has been confirmed that I need to be about 4 feet from Pedro when he sneezes and I become pregnant! Seriously, sometimes I wonder how things happen. But, what a gift huh?
I know I am speaking early, but this pregnancy has been amazing. With Mason, I was a slave to the white thrown from 6 weeks until about 4.5 months. I was miserable. Every morning it was a routine. Mike would wake-up for work, go and get me my sea-bands. I'd wait until my stomach felt somewhat sturdy then try to stand up. It always resulted in me kneeling on the bathroom floor with Pedro holding my hair back. The nice thing was that I didn't gain a pound until I was 5 months along! Don't worry though, I caught up with the weight thing. I also spotted throughout. Scary, but I guess pretty common.
Well, this time everything is so different it is hard to believe I am really preggo! I never got the sore boobies, haven't felt the least bit nauseous, and I have a ton of energy. I think I have taken one nap since I have found out. And I am 2/3rds through the first trimester, SWEET! I'll take it! It was obviously supposed to happen ! Everything happens for a reason, right?

The exciting post that I promised!

It all started around the 3rd of January, after the busy holidays. My friend Jill called and said, "I am calling you because I haven't talked to you in over a week, and I feel like you are pregnant!" I nearly choked on my own saliva. "You are definately on CRACK! I am not pregnant." The weeks came and went, and I blogged a whole bunch about how I am terrified of having more babies. For those of you who don't know, I had a rough pregnancy. I had 4 ultrasounds by the time I was 5 months pregnant. It was rough!
Well, sometime last week I noticed that my period still hadn't shown up. I mentioned it to Pedro who was ecstatic. "Go get a pregnancy test, I want to know!"
To which I replied, "No, I'll wait until mid-week, I am sure it'll be here then."
Since I am still nursing, My period is always a little late and I know it always shows up. I started doing the math, and I was really late, like REALLY late, like 15 days late.

Oh My God!

I went and got a test, peed a little on a stick and a little on my hand. Before I could put it down...BAM 2 pink lines.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am officially carrying my second baby! I went to the Dr. yesterday for a blood test and yup, sure thing, as preggo as a girl can be at 8 weeks.

I am scared to death, a lot shocked, and very excited all at once. I am still nursing my boy and plan to until he hopefully weans sometime before baby 2 arrives. So that is the scoop. Again, sorry about the lame posts since last week. It was hard to write about anything without "spilling the beans". Keep your fingers crossed that this pregnancy is smoother than the last.

Skiing 101

Where to start? A few days ago, Pedro, my very persistent other half began telling me to take my skis in to have a tune-up. (For those of you who didn't know, I have recently decided that I am retiring my snowboard and returning to skiing, a lesser threat of dying!)And, because I didn't want to use my skis from 7th grade, no seriously, 7th grade! I decided to borrow my mother in laws. Her skis are much newer however she hasn't "hit the slopes" since 2000. So in hind sight the skis really probably did need a tune-up. Well, cheapass me didn't want to pay the $25 dollars to go skiing one time, so I didn't have a tune-up.

Fast forward to last night. We got to the hill, bought the tickets and we were standing right by the chair lift. I laid my skis down, put my toe in first stepped down and the back of my binding when flying off... the skis were broken and I ended up renting to the "tune" of $31.00. God, I hate when he is right!

After all that, we had a great time. We started with the easier hills and worked up to a few of the more difficult. I looked very burnt marshmallow-ish in my ginormous puffy coat. But, some would say, "skiing is not about looking good, it is about skiing good." To those people I say, "psha."

Some of the highlights of the evening:
1. Getting into my snowboarding pants from 5 years ago. They were a bit tighter than they used to be, but they were zipped and buttoned none the less.

2. Hanging out with other "crazy" parents that never leave their kids either. "Birds of a feather flock together." "It takes a crazy to know a crazy."

3. Making out on the chair lift, duh!

Wish Me Luck!

I am off for my ski date! I'll try to take some sweet pics. It is beautiful here today; a perfect day for frolicking in the snow! So "wish me luck", but not to "break a leg " because that hits a little too close to home!

So Sorry!

My posts have been anything but exciting lately, I am very sorry about that! I am promising a great, super, fantastic post, by Friday, seriously! Other than that, We are in that process of getting our vacation put together. I called our trusty travel agent, and she is on the JOB! So, it really is happening, we are going to a warm, sunny, sandy place. We have decided that an all-inclusive is the way to go! It seems like a lot of money up-front, but we figure it is cheaper in the long run. The boy is free $, we eat A LOT$$, and you barely need to bring any money with you since everything is paid before hand. A couple of dollars for tips and you get served like you are English royalty. I am so there with my dollar bills.

I have been astonished with how healthy Mason has been this year, quick everyone, knock on wood! He hasn't had a cold since August! We all had the flu after New Years, but even though you feel like you will die, it is so short-lived, it is easier than a cold. Maybe the special boobie potion is finally proving it's superior germ fighting properties. Or could it be that I wash my kids hands till the top layer peels off, I kid, I kid!

Tomorrow, my friend Jill and her husband are driving up and we are having a double date at the Ski hill, without children. I can't wait. I'll try to get a few pictures if I can figure out how to keep from destroying my camera.

Post 100!

This is my 100th post on this here bloggy thingy. Is that remarkable or what. I know I should have a spectacular entry, but I've got nothing! Well, maybe a few more random discussion pieces. Have I mentioned that I got a sweet digital camera for Christmas, with all the bells and whistles. It even has a setting for photographing children (meaning it is as fast as a film camera). Guess where it is...in the box still. I am scared to use it! I use my father-in-laws hand-me-down because I sort of know how it works. And I did just learn how to use the timer on that sucker! I also got Photoshop, but I haven't put it on my computer ! Did I mention these where Christmas gifts. A new blog design is another gift I got from Pedro, but we'll see if that ever happens.

Another thing I've been meaning to do is to update my links. There are a bunch of blogs I read and I should really give them a "shout out" and a "boo-ya" while I am at it. God, what has gotten into me? I've become a blubbering idiot!

Off to put the boy to bed, myself soon to follow.

A bunch of random nothing. . .

A writers block, again!

Yesterday, Pedro got home from work and we took our favorite pug, Otto to get his yearly shot updates. On the way there, my gaseous other half tried to casually let one fly.
"tinky fout."
Yes! At least my son is learning how to combine words and express thoughts!



Thanks for all your vacation suggestions. Ms. Mamma and Isabel had awesome ideas. We are looking into both.

So what do you think about the winter T.V. line up?
I have to say, I am getting very into the Bachelor in Paris. Is it me, or is he into the very young ones? He is diggin' the super young college party animals. I can't wait to see the girls getting all whorish in the hot tubs. It happens every season.
I am also into the MTV reality. "There and Back" has sucked me in. There is something intriguing about a boy band star who now has NO money left. As in -$27.00 and a baby on the way. Now that is reality.
Then of course there is "Meet the Barkers". The complete opposite as the previous. They are rolling in money. She sleeps until noon everyday, has a nanny for each child. Makes me sick. I just think about those poor kids. "No, you can't go see your Mama. She is sleeping, you can see her at lunchtime, if you are lucky." Um, isn't that half of their day, without their Mama? Sad. But remember, she is an awesome mom. It even says it on the introduction to the show every week, so she must be!

The house we are "flipping" next door, is sucking all our weekend energy, but is coming along. I can't wait to post before and after pics for you all to see. It is tiny but very cute.

Enough rambling, nonsense for one day. Be sure to check back for more verbal diarrhea!

Sun, Sand and Bling!

We are dying to go on a vacation over here! We would love to go to an all-inclusive again like our honeymoon, but we are afraid to even get price quotes. When we went 4 years ago, we stayed at a plush all-inclusive in Riviera Maya and our whole trip was under 2000. Florida is always an inexpensive option, but you hate to overstay your welcome, which I fear won't be long with a 2yr old in tote. Uh, what to do? Another option is to do a last minute travel vacation. I have heard that you can get awesome deals booking last minute, as in like half-price. That would be sweet, and maybe I could feel a little exciting once again, all impulsive and caarraazzy! My ears are open for any suggestions.

Master Desructo strikes again.

How long does the destruction phase of toddlerhood last? Thank God my newest set of dishes were pretty much "blue light specials", because the boy thinks it is ok to give them a toss now and then.
Tonight after a very glamorous dinner of caesar salad and take and bake pizza, I thought I had everything cleaned up and put away. I realized very quickly after the sound of a glass plate shattering, that I had forgotten one measly dish. Who knew? We really didn't need that plate anyway. Really, what is the use of having 8 of everything? Does anyone really care if there place set has an Elmo plate instead? But, I have to say I handled it with grace (as much grace as I could bare). I put Mason immediately in time out while I cleaned up the shards, when I was done, ah-hem, *exactly two minutes later( the appropriate amount of time for a 2 year old)I took Mason to the trash can and showed him the plate. I am going freaking crazy! I feel like his sole mission these days is to destroy! When will it stop? I want the madness to stop!

*give or take a few or ten!

It's all about me!

Since I've never done a 1oo things about me list and always wanted to. . . I thought I'd start compiling a list of things that you might want to know, or maybe not.

1. I am the third of 3 children, my sister is 14 years older than me. . .we were both oops'.

2. I have lived in 3 states, WI, TX and FL.
3. I am a natural blonde. When I lived in FL I had my hair low-lighted because in was white from the sun and kind of albino-ish.
4. I met my husband by flashing him, yup, bartime in college. A very proud moment!
5. I love Sushi, I crave sushi.
6. While pregnant I once left work early to buy a jar of jalapeno peppers. I craved spicy then.
7. I wear natural deoderant, it really works for me.
8. I am the worst germaphobe I know. Sometimes it prevents me from going places.
9. I have a bachelors of science degree in Health Promotion a minor in psych, ironic?
10. I love talking about breastfeeding, maybe because it was such a struggle?
11. I still breastfeed my 25 month-old son.
12. I try not to be a nursing nazi, but I think I still sort of am.
13. My water broke in my yoga class, 6 weeks early, it gushed!
14. I used to be a huge party girl, HUGE! Now I am pretty lame.
15. Of my family of 5, 3 are alcoholics. Thankfully I am not one of them.
16. I love to vaccuum. Even more I like to empty the canister to see how much stuff I picked up.
17. I've never been told I looked like someone famous, I sort of wish I did.
18. I long for a vacation. Someplace beachy.
19. I am addicted to Sex in the City, I really want the entire box set.
20. I still think my husband is very hot!
21. He is the best dad I know, besides my own.
22. I have a boy pug, Otto. I used to have a girl pug, Maki, who drowned tragically while we were on vacation.

23. I want a little black girl pug and I want to name her Ebi (eh-bee).
24. Religion is really not a big part of my life right now, I sometime wish it was.
25. I am not sure what I believe in.
26. My favorite beach is a nude beach, Yes, I go nude, ALWAYS!
27. I teach beginner yoga one day per week.
28. I am a coffee snob. I hate bad coffee.
29. I LOVE really good coffee.
30. We buy organic coffee and generic cereal.
31. I love to shop.
32. Target and Sam's Club are two of my faves.
33. I am scared to get pregnant again.
34. Earthworms freak me out!
35. I would love to eat only what I grow.
36. I want to have chickens some day, my husband won't let me.
37. I was a dancer for many years.
38. I like to sing, but never around people.
39. I have fine relationships with all my past boyfriends.
40. I remember almost nothing from highschool and almost everything from college.
41. I was kicked out of my house for 2 weeks in highschool, I remember that!
42. My mom drove me crazy until I had a baby.
43. Now she is one of the only people I trust with Mason.
44. On my 12th birthday, my dad bought me a bb gun!
45. We still tease him about it.
46. I love to ski, water and snow.
47. I have a snowboard too, but I always get hurt on it, so I am going back to skiing.
48. I'd love to ski on a real mountain.
49. I want to go back to school to get my RN, someday.
50. I have become a blog-aholic.
51. I am 5'7" but I always tell people I am 5'8"
52. I am a good cook.
53. An even better baker, ask me about my banana cake with cream cheese frosting.
54. I secretly love the song I Don't Know Much by Aaron Neville and Linda Ronstat.
55. I love Pottery Barn catalogs and dream about the day that I can afford to furnish my home with it.
56. My entire family eats pickles and cheese together.
57. Now my husband does too.
58. I think it is super cheesy when people use dh when talking about their husbands.
59. WI cheese really is better.
60. I love massages, and pedicures.
61. I rarely get them.
62. I have one tattoo and have had 2 body piercings.
63. I still want to get my nose pierced, maybe someday I will.
64. I love the smell of fall.
65. I hate how your nose freezes together on super cold winter days.
66. I wish I were really good at taking pictures, but I am not.
67. We are in the process of "flipping" our first investment home.
68. It is a lot of frickin' work.
69. I am not sure if there will be a second.
70. Somedays I want to have 4 kids, other days, just the one I have.
71. My dogs paws smell like fritos.
72. I like the smell.
73. My personality type is ENFP.
74. Basically that means I talk a lot.
75. I love clean sheets, I sleep better.
76. Line - dried crunchy towels too.
77. I could never work with old people, it takes a special person to do that.
78. In my purse you'll find 3 anti-bacterial products( see #8).
79. Purell, wet-ones, and clorox wipes.
80. Also chapstick and my wallet.
81. I hate onions and love garlic.
82. I love all things carb- related.
83. I love to read, wish I read more.
84. I think my teeth are huge my husbands are too!
85. We always joke about our poor big-teeth children.
86. I have never been skinny, I never will.
87. I am at peace with that.
88. My husband and I couldn't agree on a name for our son.
89. So we named him after us, Mike and Ann's Son.
90. I love reality TV.
91. My husband hates it!
92. We rarely watch TV together.
93. I didn't eat red meat until I started dating my carnivorous husband.
94. We've been together for 6 years, married for 4.
95. I have turned him into a mild germiphobe.
96. I want to go to NY so I can shop on Canal Street.
97. I also want to go to Laguna Beach, not because on the TV show, I swear.
98. I cry very easily since becoming a Mom.
99. Becoming a Mom is the best thing that has happened to me.
100. My life is good, and getting better every day.

A post ya'll may want to skip...

Whenever I am writing on this here blog thingy, I always have to stop myself from using ya'll. Why? I have no idea. Even though I don't think I have ever said it out loud, it seems very natural for me to write it. And why, you might ask, do I refrain. I feel like you have to be from the south, a true southerner, to use that special little contraction. But, since this is my special little place, I am turning over a new leaf, and I am going to use ya'll whenever I get the urge (even if I am from central Wisconsin).
Here Goes:

Ya'll, I have been working on a post for the past two days, All About Me. Whenever I check out other blogs, I always read the 100 things about Me. I think ya'll can learn a lot about a person. I should have it posted sometime this afternoon. Ya'll come back now, you here? (OK, I might just go throw up now from the cheese factor.) Hopefully I got all that "ya'll" business out of my system and I'll never feel the urge to use it again!

A Post of Pictures. . .

Yay for camera timers. Boo for not being at all centered.

Yay for a cute boy picture. Boo for not noticing the toothepaste until the fifth picture.

Yay for quirky, mischievious smiles. Boo for the naughtiness about to happen.

Let's just pretend he's an angel, and the naughtiness never happened, OK?

What the Hell!

I need help you guys. I was trying to figure out the timer on my camera and I did! I got a cute picture of the boy and me and tried to replace the old thumbnail up in the upper right corner. It won't work, well it sort of does...If you click on the old picture the new one pops up. Not what I had hoped for. Try it. Any suggestions? Why am I so blog challenged?

EDITED! OK never mind. Once I put up a new post, the new pic is there. Enjoy!
GOD! Do they offer remedial blogger classes, geez!

Don't let the bed bugs bite...mmuuuuhhhhhhhaaa!

Did any of you watch the Today Show yesterday? The very cute Matt Lauer did a segment on pillows and it was a freaking nightmare (pun not intended, but I'll go with it!). Seriously it was horrifying. They talked about all the things that were found on the average person's pillow like, dead skin, hair mites, body excretions and secretions (so lot's of people are apparently freaks in the bedroom), fungi and the list goes on and on. They also talked about how the weight of your pillow and mattress double in like 5 years time, all due to skin being trapped inside. Oh My God! Now you all are aware of my germiphobia, but luckily, on Tuesday morning I did a little online shopping and bought myself these and my finicky husband these. Before you think I am completely psycho about germs, let me remind you that I has heard nothing about this segment, so there!
After the segment was over and my eyes unglued and the gagging stopped, I called my minorly germiphobic mom and asked her if she had seen the segment. She hadn't and said, "So let me guess...you are never using a pillow again." Thanks Mom you have a very special way of confirming my insecurities. So, I'll rest assured as soon as my pillows get here. As far as sleeping elswhere, I'm doomed. I hope you all have a wonderful nights sleep. Sweet dreams!
Quick note: This week is de-lurking week. What this means is that you should say "Hi" while you are here. I know there are a couple hundred of you here daily and I'd love to hear from you.

My Baby Boy is a Model!

For those of you who don't know, I have a very good friend who is very into photography. This friend, Megan, has recently started her own business and has a very cool website that you should definitely check out. Another reason, you can see my very handsome boy in her children/infant gallery. I think his photos are 24-29. You've got to check her out and say "hi!" Tell her I sent you.
*maybe she'll continue to take pictures of my boy then even when she's uber famous!

Pimps and Ho's Welcome!

Alright, I have been hesitating on writing this, because I really don't want it to come across the wrong way BUT. . .
. . .I have this neighbor. He is very cute, 54, in exceptional physical shape, and owns one of the nicest houses on our block. He is the director of the home furniture department at a nice department store downtown. He also has his own business of selling window treatments. Yes, he is gay. He has a partner who he has had for years, and they spend every weekend together at my neighbors house. He is the nicest guy and has been nothing but awesome to have as a next door neighbor. There have been rumors that this guy, we'll call him D, has another business as well.
Now this is where things get fishy. Rumors suck and I hate to be a part of them, but as much as I hate them, I still listened. It is said that D is a male escort, ahem, to put it nicely. So with that being said, yikes! When we first heard about this, Pedro and I were in complete denial. "He is way to professional to have a side job". . .or is he? Lately, things next door have been making me seriously question myself.

• about 5 different men frequent D's house on a weekly basis. but I have friends who stop by weekly.
• of these men, there are a couple who do drive by after drive by, as if waiting for him to get home. if I go to a friends house and her car is not there, I'd probably keep going.
• these men never stop over if the well-known partner is there. maybe they don't get along with the partner???
• these other men never stay more than an hour, ever! Oh God, I know I am a chatty Kathy, but come on, don't most people visit longer than an hour occasionally?
• some of these men leave with seriously flushed cheeks. yup, they're doing the nasty, then going home to they're families. eeeewwww!

Ok, so am I wrong here? Am I over-reacting? What I really want to know is, "Do I have a homosexual whore house next door?" Because eeeww, no one wants to live next to that, or am I prudish?

Now, with that being said, I am in no way bothered by the gay lifestyle. In fact, some of the people closest to me happen to be gay. Great, fine , fantastic! And lets be realistic here, I straight whore house would be just as gross, if not grosser, no? So let me know how it sounds to you, puh-leez, prove me wrong.

*Any gay bashing comments will be deleted immediately. Just be nice, OK?

Housekeeping

Hey everyone. I think we are finally on our upswing of getting healthy. FYI something happened to my blog and I wasn't able to see anything on my sidebar. If you are having the same issue when you are here retype the address without the www and it comes up perfect.
http://glamgranola.blogspot.com

Update!

We are at day three of "the sickness". The barfing has stopped and the pooing has begun. Some would say "that's a good thing" however I am extremely nauseas today and that is not a good combo. I need a nanny just for changing runny poo diapers. Any takers? Oh, come on! Chickens.

Our version of a crazy Friday night. . .

Friday night was beautiful here. The snow had been falling pretty much all day. For those of you amateur snowman makers, the snow has to be just the right consistancy, and it was. We popped this baby up in a half hour. Then I decided I didn't want any old snowman, I wanted a gourmet one, hence the green olive eyes and the thai pepper eyebrows. Are you all impressed now?

We have a puker!

I've been too busy to blog lately. The Holidays, need I say more? They're over and I couldn't be happier. Now I need to get my ass back into shape! It was nice to have Pedro home a few extra days, but now of course the day he has to go back to work, Mason wakes at 5am puking! Oh what fun! I am on wash load #4 and outfit #3 for me. I lost count for him. Apparently I am way nicer to puke on than the puke bowl. He literally turns his head away from it and throws up all down my chest. Ah, the joys of Motherhood!
This bug is a really weird one. When he is not puking, he is playing as usual. He keeps drinking water and has eaten, but nothing wants to stay down. I know when I am really sick, I can't even think about eating or drinking. Also, no runny poo or a fever, hmmm, I just hope I can avoid this one. As we speak, he is crashed out on the living room(something that has never happened) floor on a mound of towels and an old pillow. It is a whole lot easier to strip off one towel at a time.
Our New Years Eve was fun. We went over to a friends house and were home by 10 and in bed by 11. We are super exciting these days, let me tell you! I should go check on the boy. I have pics to upload later. Wish me and my antibodies luck!

Chucky my boy. . .

I have to say, and this may not be pretty, I have begun to get nervous about my darling boys behavior. He is turning into a bully. And, GOD, no one wants a bully for a kid. This weekend Mason saw his cousin (we'll call him BIG) who is 9 months younger but the same size and beat up on him the whole time. Mason would push him down, slap him with both hands and even put him in a head lock and proceeded to drag him on the wood floor. AWESOME! I can't even count how many timeouts he had. He even got to the point of smacking BIG then putting himself into timeout. Well that is just great. I am firm believer in the philosophy of "not apologizing for your kid/s" I think it sends the wrong message. But, I can't help but worry that this is a reflection of parenting style. What is a lady to do? I don't want to beat the boy(OK,well maybe I do sometimes, BUT I DON'T!) Timeouts are being proved un-effective, and we are very consistent with the way we do them.

*We put him in and a non-distracting place, where he stays for the entire 2 minutes without restraint.

*Once the 2 minutes is up, we go to him, get down to his level, explain what the "no no" was.

*We have him say sorry to whomever he hurt.

*Then give him and hug/kiss and tell him "all done, go play." and we drop it.

So what the hell are we doing wrong? Then, last night we went out to eat at Perkins. When we got there we found out it was kids night. They had movies playing and activities for the kids. Mason wanted to go over there so after he was done eating, Mike took him. And then he came back without the boy. "there is a lady over there who watches them, so she told me I could leave and she'd watch him." We were both skeptical and we didn't think Mason would last long. . .He didn't. Within 5 minute this adult babysitter brings him back to us "He is beating up on the older kids!" I swear, those were her exact words. EMBARRASSING! That is all I can say.

I want to hope that this is just a phase, but it sucks. No one wants to play with a mean kid, so what do I do next? We are really trying to do everything "right" with discipline, but it is not working at all! HELP!

Christmas Eve

Late night,

way later,

morning results!

Worth every penny!

Merry Christmas to all. . .

. . .and to all a goodnight! May your holiday be filled with as little stress as possible and may you all enjoy your families (as disfunctional as they may be, wink).
P.S.
If you see Santa, tell him we could use his help assembling this massive train table with 8000 bridges, tracks and trains. Thanks!

Crabby Pants and Pedicures

What the hell?
First of all, Mason has slept through the night for the past 4 nights. Awesome! The downside, he has been getting up before 6am. Rough! To me this whole "sleeping through the night" business seems pretty over-rated. Before, he'd get up around 4am I'd nurse him for about 10 minutes and he'd sleep until 7 at least. Now, pshaaa, I'd give anything to sleep that late. So what do I do? I can't encourage the kid to wake up during the night, but he clearly is not getting enough sleep.
Second, his naps, they're jacked. He went three days without and I was terrified that this may have been the end of napping. Then the past 3 days, he took huge naps again. At least 3 hours. Now today no nap again and he woke at 5:30 am. I cannot figure it out. I just can't believe that he'd go from needing a super long nap to none at all. It doesn't seem possibe. He was yawning this morning already at 9:30. He asks for "nigh,nigh" then he stands in his crib and screams. It is literally making me crazy!
So, what is a crazy woman to do, I had my nails done. I am not a polish person, but I love to sit in a massage chair while someone is shaving DNA off my feet with a cheese slicer. The more shredded cheese/skin I see on the towel, the more I think my $40 is money well spent. Mind you this was first the man/ped since I was preggo so I was over due. The downside, my germiphobia. While the girl was doing my nails she nicked my cuticle and it turned pink and blead a little tiny bit. No big deal, accidents happen all the time. But then I start thinking if other people blood is in the cuticle oil, "could I get HIV or what about HEP B?" I wondered how long blood could survive it the different solutions. I know, I know I should really talk to someone about it. Have I ever mention that I know incubation periods for cold and flu viruses.
EXAPLE: So, say Mason played with a sick kid on Tuesday, If Thursday night he is not showing any signs of getting sick, good. If Friday he is good, he is in the clear, 72 hours and you are home free.
Enough about my issues, I am tired and I need to go to bed now so I can be ready to play at 5:30. Yippee!

Spoiled Rotten

And I wouldn't want it any other way. I thought I was done with shopping for my sweet boy, but something happened. Something magical. . . have you seen the Thomas train table at Barnes and Noble? Well let me just tell you that Mason adores that thing! I found a sweet train table about 2 weeks ago that came with all the goods and had two stash drawers. I decided to buy it and at the very end, "sorry, sold out. We'll email you when more come in." That Sucks!
Today I was just playing around on-line and tried to order it again, it went through! So then I got suckered into paying for 2 day shipping, an additional $63 dollars. But my boy will have the Train Table of his dreams, on Christmas morning. I can't wait to see his beaming face. (remind me of this Christmas Eve when we are up all night putting it together, all 200 pieces.

Don't worry about me. . .

I'm just over here pulling out my eyelashes one by one. Seriously, close to it. Be thankful I waited until today to post. Otherwise you would've had to wade through the F*bombs to get to my point. Point is, my beautiful little boy did not take a nap in 3 days. THREE DAYS PEOPLE! To me, that is torture. For those of you who know me well, Mason is a super napper that takes a 2.5 to 4 hour nap every day. I get everything done in that time. Needless to say, I've gotten nothing done since Friday and have had an unbarable toddler to boot. AAggghhh!
But, do you hear that, aahh, it is the sound of silence as my darling boy sleeps. So I am off to catch up on everything that didn't get done.
Toodles!

Two years ago today...

Mason,
It is hard to believe you are 2 today! You have come so far from the tiny preemie I had two years ago, yet a lot about you still holds true today. When you decided you were ready to come out, out you came. You didn't care that you were supposed to "cook" another six weeks. It was pretty scarey those first few days, but you were a fighter. And you are still a fighter. You fight me changing your diaper, you fight when it is time to leave the train table at Barnes and Noble, and you fight when you are tired of me taking to long at the grocery store. Anyone who has spent any amount of time around you has commented "what a busy boy." That you are, a busy boy!

You have developed quite a personality and you definitely have some quirks. You still hardly eat. Unless of course it is some green vegetable. I am not joking. The other nightI made a super nice dinner and after your thrid helping of green beans, we thought it was time for you to eat something else, no such luck. We then laughed and wondered how many other parents have to limit the amount of vegetables there kids eat. You still nurse though and really have shown no signs of stopping. I sometimes wish you would, but I have to say I relish those before bed sessions in the rocking chair. I love your warm, baby scented body nuzzled up close to me and sometimes wish I could just stop time and stay there with you forever.

Your language has recently astonished your Dada and I. You repeat everything and have now started putting your own thoughts together. The other night your Dada left the car to run in the house and you immediately got worried and said,"Dada back?" You love to tattle on yourself too. If I am in the other room and I hear "wha di do doo?" I come running to figure out what did you do. You are great at naming animals too. This week we had your picture taken. The very patient girl kept trying to get you to laugh with a stuffed frog then a feather duster, then a lady bug, then back to the frog. You blurted out "fauk!" The shocked girl asked what you said and I quickly defended you saying " That's right, it is a frog!" You are also really into singing and dancing. Your Dada and I love watching you perform your own rendition of the Wiggles "Rock-a-bye Your Bear". It is the cutest ever! You are also completely into trucks, tractors and trains. You love to say Hi to them "ha twac-tew!". You also give your favorite truck and train (Lony) kisses before you go off to bed.

Speaking of your Dada, watching the two of you brings me to tears often. You have these special little things you do. You are not the typical little polite boy who shakes hands, your Dada went all out and taught you the "bumping knuckles" thing. You know where you make a fist and touch another persons knuckles with yours. It is amazing sitting back and watching both of you light-up from the joy of being around the other. You are a very lucky boy to have a Dad who adores you as much as your Dad does.

I know it sounds funny Mason but the love I have for you grows everyday. I now understand the things I use to hear about "loving so much it hurts". I can't even describe it, but I have these overwhelming feelings in my chest and throat when we have special times together, that I have never felt before. I love it when I am busy doing something and you get right in my face, rub my arm and say "Ha Mama!" I love it when your Dada brings you in to wake me up each morning. Seeing your smiling face is the best way to wake up, hands down. I love it when you give kisses and you always have to make a "mmmmm" sound before you will kiss. There are so many thing I love about you I could go on for days. You have made my life so exciting and I can't wait to see how you grow over the next year. You are an amazing little person and make me so happy and if I can make you half as happy as you've made me. . .my job has been a success.

I love you Mason!
Mama

Plumber Crack Central

For those of you who have or have had a two-year old, oh screw it, if you ever will have a two-year old, BEWARE! This morning I planned on finishing up my Christmas shopping. I showered and put on make-up while my curious two-year old watched. Fine, I am used to that part. But, while I was drying my hair, Mason decided to drop my wedding band down the drain! No, not my whole ring, but still, my platinum wedding band with a few little diamonds in it! I freaked, but for some reason I never yelled. Mason cowered when he saw the look of terror on my face. My arm-pits immediately started to drip. At first I could see it in the stopper so I tried to gently pull that up, it fell further. Then I could see it stuck on a little hook so I went and got to ka-bob skewers, I knocked it off the hook, and down it fell. I panicked. I tried to call Pedro, but of course couldn't reach him, so I pulled out the big guns. I knew I had to unscrew the pipes to get to the trap. That shit is TIGHT, but adrenaline kicked in and after about 5 minutes I managed to get it. I was not (wretch) ready for the smell. (wretch) It smelled so bad(wretch) like. . .GOD, I can't even describe it bad! And the black chunky liquid that came out, disgusting! But in that sludge was my sparkling ring, of coarse with a little black stuff hanging from it(gag). I have my ring and that is all that matters. So now, in honor of my work today, go out and kiss (make-out with) your plumber and tell them how much you appreciate what they do! Nasty!

We've got high hopes for our boy!

You've all heard of the Naked Cowboy right? You know, the one who plays his guitar on the busy streets of NY? Well move over Super-size, theres a small-fry ready to take your place.

And apperently he really is proud of his boobies.

and pampers.

What can I say, he'll do great things one day! Ahh, he makes us so proud.

Santa Baby, I'm not feelin' you!

Santa, you freak me out alittle,

but here's my best poker face.

Snowy Saturday

We did it, but we didn't. We participated in the biggest caroling cluster ever, yet I highly doubt there were any records made. Tons of cute pics were taken but you'll have to wait until tomorrow for those. Or if you are really impatient and just can't wait that long. Ms. Mamma posted all about it (pictures too!).

Where my Girls at?

I am asking for help. Please help me feel normal. . .I believe that every married couple has there share of issues. I also believe that those issues stem from one big issue. It is the holiday season and that means a time for our (myself and Pedro) issues to magnify themselves into one festering boil that just needs to be popped. What I am asking for is for you my fellow readers in one word to define your big marital issue. One word so as not to incriminate oneself. For example: One of my best friends has blowout fights/arguments reguarding money. They figure out a way to eliminate their issue, and it returns a week later in a different form.
The one word post : Finances.
Let me get the ball rolling, mine: In-laws.
Don't be shy, reply!

Christmas Random

First of all, I have a new favorite Christmas song. It is, drumroll please. . . God Rest ye Marry Gentlemen by the BNL and Sarah McLaughlin. I am sure I totally butchered the spelling on that one, but you gotta check it out. I can't possibly listen to it without a little hip wiggle, even in public. I got it off of itunes. If I were blog-ified enough, I would put it on here for you all to hear, but I am not so you are on your own.
Next, tomorrow morning ms. mamma and I are taking the boys to get into the Guinness book of World Records. I knew something great would happen to me one day, and here we frickin' go! We have this cool part of our downtown called the 400 block (god is that original). Anyway it is this big grassy area framed by city streets and there are often cool things that take place there. In the summer they have concerts every Wednesday night where most people bring picnic-y type food and you can even bring booze to get wasted while watching. But usually it consists of lots of "crunchy" people, occasionally bellydancing. In the fall I took Mason to a petting zoo there. Germ Phobic me took Mason but only because they gave out mini free bottles of Purell. I digress. So about tomorrow. It is a big Christmas Caroling Cluster! It should be pretty neat if the 4000 people expected really do show up. Look for me in the upcoming edition of the Guinness book. You can also find me in the glossary under, Mom with the least patients with a two-year old. Another Post

The Chill Pug

The Chill Pug
Originally uploaded by glamgranola.

Seriously, he is the most awesome dog ever. The pug needs some credit!

The Girth Tree

The Girth Tree
Originally uploaded by glamgranola.

Here is the tree. The bottom is a little sparse, but apperently "Master of Destruction" likes it that way!

Weekend Hoopla

** If I could, let me start by saying I will not be taking Mason shopping anywhere by myself anymore. We just got back from Sam's Club, just to buy diapers, and he was terrible! To give you an idea, one of the deli people asked if they could give him some ice cream so he would "shut the hell up!" OK so a bit of exaggeration but really, you get the point, who walks out and offers free ice cream from a deli? I didn't have the heart to tell the guy that my kid doesn't eat, and could care less about ice cream, so I graciously thanked him and shoved a spoonful into my noisy boy's mouth!(again, a tad exaggeration, no need for protective services.)

After eating cake throughout the day Friday, we had two parties to go to that night. Ms. Mamma had a party so we spent the majority of the night there. It is always fun for Mason to play with her "Snowflake." We planned on having my parents babysit, but they ended up at the party with us.

Saturday, we got our Christmas tree, or as some advertise Holiday tree, LAME! Pedro and I were like the blind leading the blind. We had no idea what to look for in a tree. We ended up getting a perfect tree, a tad more girth than I would normally like, but it is nice. It is all decorated and sparkly. I'll post a picture later. By the way, have any of you heard of spinners? No, not the ones that spin dubs on the Escalade, the ones for the Christmas tree. They are so cool. I saw them at the first party we were at on Friday night, and I knew I just had to have them. They replace a little bulb on a string of lights and you hang your prettiest ornament from it and it slowly spins it! It is the neatest!

Now today starts round two of my teaching. I teach my afterschool program today and Wednesday from 3:15- 5:00, and I teach my yoga class just Mondays from 6:30 - 7:30. The yoga class has become a very welcome break that I just happen to get paid for! For the afterschool program I am teaching a childcare class and I am more that welcome to bring my own boy to be the guinea pig. If they can take care of him, they pass with flying, freaking colors! I have no lesson plans ready though so today during nap-time, my quiet time will be spent doing that. I'll keep you all posted.

My ass is growing!

My ass is growing!
Originally uploaded by glamgranola.

mmmmm. . .cake! from Cold Stone!