Good on Paper

(I eat alot of Chinese food)

Focus on the color purple, it willbring you luck.

I shall wear purple every day this week!

Somehow I managed to make it through Noah's 2+ years of life without ever having to call Poison Control.  With Kyle, not so much.

Long story short, insect bite treatment and baby Orajel - - not the same thing!  Kyle is fine...and I will be soon enough.

*Props* to Poison Control for being in the front of the phone book and being very helpful!

Gotta love Chinese food!

Rome was not built in a day.  Be patient.

Kyle found his feet this week.  He thinks they're pretty awesome (so do I).

Noah went pee pee in the potty.  He's getting so big!

I've been married 7 years today.  Seems like yesterday!


Funny how the things that make me smile today are so different than they were just a few years ago.

While my dear friend turns in her notice to finally quit a job she hates, here I am starting back to work everyday after baby #2.  It sucks.

While I couldn't possible survive being a SAHM (sorry to all of you whom I rolled my eyes and said you didn't work...that was before I had kids), I like the best of both worlds.  Working brings about a sense of accomplishment and intelligence that I just don't get at home.  And being a mom brings out a such pride when I get to watch my little ones grow.  Unfortunatly, we live in a country whose work force is not supportive of family.

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/02/01/business/main2420491.shtml


So that was the choice I was faced with, all or nothing.  I chose "all" b/c nothing doesn't pay the bills.

Today, Noah has a play date.  I feel as nervous as I would if I were the one going on a date.

I think I should buy the little girl a helmet instead.  We are kind of going through an agressive stage.

One day , a couple of years ago, a man tried to kidnap me from The Fresh Market.  Today I wish he had suceeded.

Where does the time go?  I swear, as soon as I put my son to bed, my clocks turn in to the Sims clock and my energy drains and I have to go to bed without getting anything done.  I used to listen to my friend say "I don't have time" as the answer to all of my important questions I asked her like, "did you see last night's episode of the Bachelor?"  I would always wonder exactly what she does that she doesn't have time for 5 hours of TV every night like me!!!  Then I entered into Motherhood.  I admire </a></font></b></a>slynn6776  who has 3 times the kids I do and "seems" very calm and time-managed.   ***waiting for her to give me either her secrets or her fist for that comment!  :)

So last night Noah slept with me b/c he is sick and wouldn't sleep on his own (this has only happened twice in 17 months so I was ok with that).  He is all over the place, feet in my back, then in my face, etc.  Then, around 4:00am he sits up and lays down, sits up and lays down, followed by "uh oh".  I said "no, uh oh, just lay down".  So he lays down and says in my ear "uh-oh".  This goes on for 30 minutes.  Then, I finally feel the bed next to me and it is soaked and so is his clothes.  Needless to say, neither of us slept after that.  Should have listened to him.  Do not under estimate a 1 1/2 year old.

Got back from Dallas a couple of weeks ago, went to Destin Fl last week and I leave for NY on Friday.  Whew, I will be glad to be home after that and get ready for the holidays (and </a></font></b></a>tripp3235  b-day!)

Anyone have any suggestions on NY, I would love to hear them!!!

And so it starts...the loooong waits at the doctor's office.  Only 2 hours today, not too bad.

I brought my book, which it turns out is the only place I have time to read, since I have been on the same one for a month.  When the dr finally comes in, we go over everything and then we look for a heartbeat......nothing.  hmmm.  So she orders an ultrasound "just to make sure everything is ok".  great!

Turns out everything IS ok and I also get to see my tiny bundle of joy and have a picture to take home.

While she is moving the thingy around, I ask her if it is too soon to tell what it is.  She says "let's see" to which I nearly jumped out of the chair and said "noooo, I don't want to know, just didn't want to see anything by accident."  I have 2 friends who were told by the ultrasound lady when they did not want to know.  She said she couldn't tell anyway but I don;t know if she was just saying that b/c she said "he" alot.  hmmmm

I will still continue to call her Sophie.

My friend told me last night, it's like a band-aid, just rip it off.  I kept saying that to myself over and over on the way back to lunch so I marched right in his office and told him, no warning!

Then slow motion......his expression was less than a forced smile.  It was as if I told him bad news, just as I thought.

His first words...."How long have you known?"

Me:  "Awhile, but we didn;t want to tell anyone until now so I just told my family"

Him:  "You're not going to be able to work with 2 of them".

Me:  "Why not?  I have grandmas and the daycare that Noah goes to accepts them at 3 months old."

And it went from there.

If he doesn't want me here, fine!  I have learned that my 8 years of loyalty means nothing when he has to give a little.

*sigh*

So today's the day I deceided to tell my boss I am pregnant.  I am sooooo nervous!  He has always been "all about family" and "family is so important".....until I had a baby last year and then it was such an inconvienience to him.  I finally started back to work 5 days a week THIS WEEK (after him trying to get me to come back since last year) and now I have to tell him this????

UGHHHH

I think I will wait till the end of the day.

I am such a bad dieter.......but swimsuit season is among us (in fact, I plan to go swimming tomorrow if it doesn't rain) so I WILL do this.


Had oatmeal this morning = 3 points

Subway for lunch = 9.5 points

Which means I have 9.5 left for the day. I guess chocolate is out! 



*sigh*

Ok, so tomorrow is my son's 1st birthday party. 1 year ago I gave birth to my beautiful son...and I am sure tomorrow will be equally as painful, just in a different way. 37 guests....YES, I said 37! It seems my mom thought I should invite her sister and brother and their kids and grandkids! Why do I give in? B/c guilt is a powerful, ugly creature.

This is the reason I moved it to the park. Who knew we would have RECORD BREAKING highs???

*sigh*

*thought it was an appropriate title for my first entry, since I have a feeling that most entries will be about some stupid person pi$$ing me off.

Yesterday I went to the grocery store with my son. If you have an infant, you know that there is a belt strap on the basket to keep them secure and upright. It usually meets in the middle and he likes to play with both ends (not securing him in, I might add). This basket, however, had a belt that wraps around to his side. Therefore, he was not able to reach the shorter strap and this sent him into a raging, screaming hissy fit. If I could have ripped the entire belt out of the basket, I would have. If I had something else to give him equally as intriguing as the belt, I would have. But I refused to walk out of that store...so instead he screamed, wailed in fact and people stared but I stayed!

So this nosy old woman walks over to me and wants to know why he is screaming. With tears in my eyes, I told her "byause heee cant reeeaachh de strahp" I really didn't need her advice right then. Did she not already realize that I have done everything in my power to stop his wailing?

What I would like to have told her is that he is just getting over Hand Foot and Mouth disease and she wouldn't like it either if she had bumps and blisters on her crotch.