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Life isn’t like the movies, and how do babies get outta there

12 Jun

Frances Ha. 9 out of 10 stars.

At first I found the dialogue a bit disjointed and awkward but I don’t know if I just got used to it or it appealed to me more after it settled in my brain after sleeping on it. Shot in black and white, it was lovely to look at and Greta Gerwig made the movie work I think. Her character was awkward, clumsy, free spirited and just plain lovable. I mean, she pirouettes across the streets of New York and uses a credit card she got in the mail to go to Paris for a weekend, what’s not to love? As my fellow viewer said, you just have to root for her. She was just wacky. I like wacky. Kudos Frances, kudos.

Continuation of kiddo’s hard questions…”how do babies get outta there”? Well, I told her. Not my wisest mommy decision I’ll admit. I don’t think she’ll be scarred for life though but really, I should have said something other than that the doctor cuts the baby out of the mommy’s belly or the baby comes out the mommy’s hoo-hah. Dumb dumb dumb. True, but dumb. It didn’t occur to me that she doesn’t have the knowledge of how the baby gets in there in the first place so she was afraid that she’d just wake up one day with a baby in HER belly and have to get it out in one of the ways I’d quickly mumbled to her. Once I realized her tearful angst I quickly distracted her with Skittles. Like all mom’s do in a bind…bribe with candy. Better strategy next time mom because the truth ain’t always the way to go.

The End.

three years ago yesterday

25 Jul

Kiddo’s birthday was yesterday. There was just enough family, there were way too many presents, there is never enough cake. She had a crazy fabulous fun time. I can’t believe I have a three year old. You’d think I’d get used to it eventually but so far, nope. She’s a blessing and a source of much love and frustration in one tiny fireball of a quirky little girl package.

She did a LOT of this...

And some of this...

And now she does both and so much more.

It’s funny to think that I have blogged about her her entire life. As a matter of fact, here is the post from the day she was born. Yeah, that one is pretty bare bones huh?

Here’s a few more entertaining ones that I posted after I’d had time to smack my forehead multiple times and moan “what have I DONE???”…I keed I keed.

The Stats

The one where I say WTH have I done?

Boobs and the Olympics


Anywho, since then the rollercoaster continues but we’ve made it three years! Fifteen more and she has to pay rent right???

in which i ramble

17 Mar

Just so you know the status, I have a massive headache and am grumpy today. Now you’re up to date. In happy news, my nails look pretty in that trashy Barbie kind of way and the countdown is now at six days. All of that seems incredibly petty with all that is going down in the world these days. It makes me wonder what in the heck is going on and if anyone or anything is in charge here. Questions questions.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day by the way. Kiddo did NOT want to wear the “This Is My Lucky Shirt” shirt I bought her but I sort of made her wear it anyway. I mean, I bought the shirt specifically for today. You will wear the shirt kid. And so she did.

For the record, if one more person asks me when I’m having kid # 2 I am going to flip out. There is this one person in particular that asks me all the time. I’m going post about it at some point and direct her to this here place on the internet for the answer every time she asks.

Here is a picture of my dog. Because he hasn’t been getting enough screen time lately.

here i sit

29 Mar

In an exam room at my doctor’s office that is. They got me into a room without the usual one hour wait so that was nice. Of course, the doc might not get in here for another week or so. Scratch that. He’ll be here soon I’m sure. I’m trying to think more positively lately. Really.

Not so brief recap of why I’m here…took Cooper & Sam for a walk, as I’ve done gazillion times before with no problems. We are truckin’ right along in our sweet lil neighborhood when we spy a cat. Cat heads our way. I say “see the kitty?” to Sam because she loves animals & won’t want to miss this. Cooper also sees the kitty and decides to get all social. He takes off suddenly, wrenching my arm nearly off and I slam to the ground face first.

The stroller? To my horror, it’s rolling down the hill on gravity’s whim. Sam realizes mommy is no longer driving and is screaming “WHAT THE HELL MOM?!?!” Very loudly. (What? I mean, I’m sure that’s what she’s thinking anyway.) I peel myself off the pavement as quickly as possible and run yelling after the rogue stroller, which of course I cannot catch in time. I helplessly watch as the stroller containing my screaming child veers into a neighbor’s yard and flips over.   

Kiddo & mommy are freaking out. I get Sam out and we plop down on the soggy grass in my neighbor’s yard sobbing & looking a mess. Cooper decides to choose this moment to be contrite and sits his hiney peacefully down next to us as if it is the most normal thing in the world for the females of his family to be bawling, soaking wet and injured in a stranger’s (I think his name is Joe but I could be wrong) yard down the street.

I somehow get “that damn dog” (his new name) and my scared toddler home, shove dog in basement & hobble upstairs to cry some more & check our wounds. Oh, and to text The Accountant to please come home. Kiddo has nary a scratch. Mommy has several. Major pain in wrist and shoulder, bruised hip and otherwise sore achey body. The pavement always wins these battles doesn’t it?  I lay down for a few hours after hubs got home and managed to get self and kiddo off to school and work this morning, albeit very slowly. As in, over an hour late.

Oh, doc just came in and sent me to xray….now I’m in yet another waiting room. Don’t you love that I can “live blog” my doctor’s appointments now? Suh-weet.  Uh, scratch that. The WordPress Blackberry app is of the suckage so I copy/pasted this post into an email. Lame-o.

So here I am waiting on a wrist xray. Since I have semi-decent range of movement in my shoulder he wasn’t too worried about that one. Easy for him to say as I’m sure he’s never tried to blow dry his hair or put on mascara with a bum shoulder. Sigh. Men.

To be continued…

Part II….that was fast I know. The internet is magical that way….Doc said the wrist is fine and I’m just a big ‘ol whiney baby. Well, he didn’t say that last part, not out loud at least. I can get one of those cool wrist braces if I want. But don’t those end up getting all stinky after a while? And who wants a stinky wrist? Besides, I’d rather show off my bruise and not cover it up.

Tune in next time when mommy and baby go to the zoo and throw pebbles at the monkeys…


kiddo = no sleepytime last night

24 Mar

Ohmagoodness. So tired today.

For whatever reason, Sam was up three times last night. There’s a difference in tone that only mommies can hear  between when she is crying out in her sleep and will drift back off to dreamland and the cry she makes when I know she’s awake and won’t go back to sleep until I go in her room and figure out what the deal is.

Last night I’d just gotten to sleep (an ordeal in itself lately) when she started crying. We did the diaper change thing, found the paci, cuddled for a bit, rocked and she wanted back in bed and was fine. Repeat this cycle three times.

I had to flake out on my gym partner because I just couldn’t function and needed the extra couple hours of slumber. And we won’t even talk about the dog issues we are having right now.  

Anyway, all that to say, I am hurting today.

kiddo pictures & a mommy moment

26 Jan

Thought I would post some recent pictures of Sam. I know I know, I am ALWAYS posting pictures of her but this is my blog and this is my kid so I can do that. That’s what mommy’s DO!

I think you can click on them to enlarge…at least you can from where I’m sitting.





She’s becoming quite the big personality, quite the little person. Today she put her little face up to me to give me a kiss as I left her at daycare. I really did almost melt, as cheesy as that sounds. I have decided that I am not a baby person, that I am a toddler person. I loved her as a baby of course, but as she develops her own little ‘tude, I love her even more now. I hope she’s not as shy as I was as a child and that she is not afraid to be who she wants to be, no matter what that is.

template stuff & a sam pic

25 Jan

I’m thinking of changing my template again. I’m very partial to the current one but…you guessed it…I’m bored, need a change…oh well, in the meantime, here’s a picture of Sam being goofy.

In this particular instance she would get into this position, then turn her head to look at me and say “poop”, then resume position…I have no idea either…I think she just likes to say “poop” (psssst…she gets this from her father).

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