Today we are going on another adventure.
We have been traveling a TON lately!
We went to see Daddy in California twice in the past 2 months, had to go to Pittsburgh, unfortunately for a funeral and now we are going to Montana later this afternoon! This will be a good trip though, good to get out of the heat for a few days. We will be back on Monday, though. I wish we could stay longer, but, when you count it out, it seems like the right amount of time to stay with family before you really start to get on their nerves. The lame thing, though, is that the car rental is costing us more than the stupid airline tickets! Oh well.
In other news, Daddy is finally back from all of his traveling. He was gone for the whole beginning of 2009 with weekends and a coule of weeks home scattered in.
Flying with the baby will be a lot easier today since there will be two of us to wrangle the baby.
Just thought I'd catch up with a little blogging. No news on my end as far as being pregnant. I'm crossing my fingers for this month!
Also, my best friends here in town are going back east for their baby shower and I didn't get invited! My feelings really are hurt. I got a sort of post-invite by mouth only, but that doesn't count. Well, whatever, I guess I can't be involved in everything. It just really hurt my feelings. I did say something in half-passing, but I don't think it really registered. Plus, I added a little humor to it, so that probably didn't help the situation.
Anyway, off to finish packing.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sandals in the snow
So, this month has totally flown by! I think I say that everytime I write something here. I always look at the bookmark on the side of the screen and say to myself "geez, I should really write what is going on today" but then get all caught up in investigating something else or reading other people's blogs.
Nothing too exciting is going on except that the little guy is saying so many new words! We are practicing counting and it is really hard for him to say "one", he goes directly on to two when I start counting with him. He has his teens all figured out though, it is cool to listen to. I also taught him how to kiss me on the lips and that is the sweetest, sloppiest thing I have ever experienced, but I love every little kiss he gives me with those little tiny lips! He can also blow kisses and say "night night" to everything and everyone. He even said "night night daddy" through the phone tonight while he was in the bath.
Daddy is still away at his top secret undisclosed location, although we did get to visit him this past weekend. It was great. We went to a few beaches and got totally sand blasted and even drove the car out onto the beach and acquired about a pound of sand for the rental agency to suck out. We went out to dinner a couple of times and hung out in the jacuzzi too. It was a little chilly, but I didn't mind. I wore sandals the whole time, although I can wear sandals in the snow, it doesn't bother me. My feet are like little hot ovens, I can't hardly wear closed toe shoes for the life of me. I guess it is good I live in a hot climate or else I'd be overheating left and right.
I am going to get my hair done tomorrow and boy am I looking forward to it. I don't know why but lately I have really been into getting all the "girly" things done lately. I LOVE pedicures and could go every week if my bank account allowed me, and massages, well, don't get me started. Or facials. I actually fell asleep for a second during the last facial I was getting. It was so utterly relaxing, but then I had a sleep jerk and had to make myself stay awake for the rest of the time.
Daddy doesn't come home until the 10th and after that he will be home for quite some time. I just hope he has a job when he comes back. I am keeping a continuous flow of positive thinking because I just can't imagine them getting rid of such a maniacal trustworthy hard worker. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed.
The baby is in bed and now is my time to go and watch Lost!
Nothing too exciting is going on except that the little guy is saying so many new words! We are practicing counting and it is really hard for him to say "one", he goes directly on to two when I start counting with him. He has his teens all figured out though, it is cool to listen to. I also taught him how to kiss me on the lips and that is the sweetest, sloppiest thing I have ever experienced, but I love every little kiss he gives me with those little tiny lips! He can also blow kisses and say "night night" to everything and everyone. He even said "night night daddy" through the phone tonight while he was in the bath.
Daddy is still away at his top secret undisclosed location, although we did get to visit him this past weekend. It was great. We went to a few beaches and got totally sand blasted and even drove the car out onto the beach and acquired about a pound of sand for the rental agency to suck out. We went out to dinner a couple of times and hung out in the jacuzzi too. It was a little chilly, but I didn't mind. I wore sandals the whole time, although I can wear sandals in the snow, it doesn't bother me. My feet are like little hot ovens, I can't hardly wear closed toe shoes for the life of me. I guess it is good I live in a hot climate or else I'd be overheating left and right.
I am going to get my hair done tomorrow and boy am I looking forward to it. I don't know why but lately I have really been into getting all the "girly" things done lately. I LOVE pedicures and could go every week if my bank account allowed me, and massages, well, don't get me started. Or facials. I actually fell asleep for a second during the last facial I was getting. It was so utterly relaxing, but then I had a sleep jerk and had to make myself stay awake for the rest of the time.
Daddy doesn't come home until the 10th and after that he will be home for quite some time. I just hope he has a job when he comes back. I am keeping a continuous flow of positive thinking because I just can't imagine them getting rid of such a maniacal trustworthy hard worker. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed.
The baby is in bed and now is my time to go and watch Lost!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
It's tax day!
Although we have already sent in our taxes, I only know that it is tax day because the post office was SUPER crowded today! I didn't know what was going on when I walked in there but then I managed to remember it is the 15th. Well, baby boy, we turned right around and headed to the tiny post office located inside a store closer to home. See, we have just recovered from a very interesting visit from family members. The beginning of the week started out great, but then it kindof went downhill from there. I don't want to get into specifics just in case people can find this site, but let's just say that the visit was interesting.
My sister, your auntie, was here as well, and I feel terrible that we didn't get to spend much time with her. I finally got you in a not-too-crabby mood and we went to visit her, but then I came down with the same illness you had a few days before. Nausea and vomiting don't make for very fun visits.
Speaking of which, that was the first time I've ever seen you throw-up-sick. I felt terrible. We were over at Uncle Sully's house having dinner with everyone and all of a sudden you just threw up all over my feet and my pants and your pants and your shoes. It was kindof gross. It is hard for me to clean up that stuff and no one was coming to my rescue. So, I just had to buck up and do it myself. Everyone I know was probably secrety laughing under their breaths watching me gag at the puddle on the floor. So, anyway, I quickly scooped you up and said we had to go home. We couldn't stay around for any of the easter egg dyeing. Too bad, but you really wouldn't have cared anyway. We came home and I got your "bai" (passifier) and your blankie and we sat on the couch and I held you when you got sick a few more times until everyone came home and I felt it was ok to lay you down in bed. You were sick for most of the night though, you woke up about every half hour throwing up a little here and there, but not too bad. You were fine in the morning.
After all of our relatives left, we had to take Daddy to the airport too. It was a bummer because we couldn't even spend the day with him. We were supposed to, but he got called back to work unexpectedly. That's ok though because we will be going out to see him next week! Yay for another trip! I'm just not looking forward to having to drag your carseat with us on the plane. It should be interesting.
Other than that, you have been quite the little mimicker these days. You are learning at the speed of light and you have new words every day. It is great and awesome to witness. You still love your bedtime stories and are getting quite opinionated. You know what you want and know what you don't want, that is for sure. Yesterday it was ice cream. I made the mistake of giving you a couple of spoonfulls of ice cream mid-afternoon (it was the only thing my stomach could handle) but that was all you wanted for the rest of the day. You probably could've finished the pint if I would've let you! You little monkey!
Tomorrow we should be back into our usual swing of things, gym, then park. I think this is the last time the weather is going to be so gorgeous. It is mid 70-s and windy, perfect! It is supposed to be in the 90's next week. Ugh, I am so not ready for the summer. I say that every year. I just hate the summers here.
Ok, off to clean some more!
My sister, your auntie, was here as well, and I feel terrible that we didn't get to spend much time with her. I finally got you in a not-too-crabby mood and we went to visit her, but then I came down with the same illness you had a few days before. Nausea and vomiting don't make for very fun visits.
Speaking of which, that was the first time I've ever seen you throw-up-sick. I felt terrible. We were over at Uncle Sully's house having dinner with everyone and all of a sudden you just threw up all over my feet and my pants and your pants and your shoes. It was kindof gross. It is hard for me to clean up that stuff and no one was coming to my rescue. So, I just had to buck up and do it myself. Everyone I know was probably secrety laughing under their breaths watching me gag at the puddle on the floor. So, anyway, I quickly scooped you up and said we had to go home. We couldn't stay around for any of the easter egg dyeing. Too bad, but you really wouldn't have cared anyway. We came home and I got your "bai" (passifier) and your blankie and we sat on the couch and I held you when you got sick a few more times until everyone came home and I felt it was ok to lay you down in bed. You were sick for most of the night though, you woke up about every half hour throwing up a little here and there, but not too bad. You were fine in the morning.
After all of our relatives left, we had to take Daddy to the airport too. It was a bummer because we couldn't even spend the day with him. We were supposed to, but he got called back to work unexpectedly. That's ok though because we will be going out to see him next week! Yay for another trip! I'm just not looking forward to having to drag your carseat with us on the plane. It should be interesting.
Other than that, you have been quite the little mimicker these days. You are learning at the speed of light and you have new words every day. It is great and awesome to witness. You still love your bedtime stories and are getting quite opinionated. You know what you want and know what you don't want, that is for sure. Yesterday it was ice cream. I made the mistake of giving you a couple of spoonfulls of ice cream mid-afternoon (it was the only thing my stomach could handle) but that was all you wanted for the rest of the day. You probably could've finished the pint if I would've let you! You little monkey!
Tomorrow we should be back into our usual swing of things, gym, then park. I think this is the last time the weather is going to be so gorgeous. It is mid 70-s and windy, perfect! It is supposed to be in the 90's next week. Ugh, I am so not ready for the summer. I say that every year. I just hate the summers here.
Ok, off to clean some more!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Old friends
I'm not big into this Facebook stuff. For some reason one of my girlfriends asked me to put up a profile so she could share some stuff with me. Well, now it is kindof getting out of control. I just reconnected with an old friend from high school, now 2 old friends, and who knows where it is going to go. I know for sure that I DON'T want to connect with one of the old friends who is connected to these other friends. He wasn't very nice to me at the end of our friendship. I didn't like him and said very threatening things then. Anyway, this Facebook thing is all the rage I guess, but I don't spend much time on it.
I was happy to hear from one of my friends and we have been catching up on our lives, but some things are getting a little too close for comfort. Oh well, I guess we'll just see what happens. I mean, it's not like my home address is out there anywhere.
On another note, we had an awesome weekend! Daddy came home on Friday and Brannan had the best time hanging out with him. He will thankfully be here for most of the month, so that is great. We went to a firefighter's chili cookoff on Saturday. It was nice and we ate way too much chili. Then we went to a little get-together hosted by one of Daddy's coworkers. It was nice. Yesterday we hung out with Grandma and Pappy and then had an early dinner. It is great to be back on a schedule again (an EASY schedule) when Daddy is here. He does all the bed time stuff, and I clean up and get ready for the next day. It is so nice.
We're still working on getting pregnant. I'll let you know how it turns out in a couple of weeks I guess. No news yet.
I was happy to hear from one of my friends and we have been catching up on our lives, but some things are getting a little too close for comfort. Oh well, I guess we'll just see what happens. I mean, it's not like my home address is out there anywhere.
On another note, we had an awesome weekend! Daddy came home on Friday and Brannan had the best time hanging out with him. He will thankfully be here for most of the month, so that is great. We went to a firefighter's chili cookoff on Saturday. It was nice and we ate way too much chili. Then we went to a little get-together hosted by one of Daddy's coworkers. It was nice. Yesterday we hung out with Grandma and Pappy and then had an early dinner. It is great to be back on a schedule again (an EASY schedule) when Daddy is here. He does all the bed time stuff, and I clean up and get ready for the next day. It is so nice.
We're still working on getting pregnant. I'll let you know how it turns out in a couple of weeks I guess. No news yet.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Post V-Day
So, we went out to visit Daddy where he is working last weekend. It involves a plane ride and a 2 hour drive each way. It was ok. The baby did great for the most part and he really loved seeing his Daddy! He was all laughs and smiles and giggles and fun. I, however, wasn't.
I don't know what it was, I was just feeling bummed for some reason. I felt like I was the vehicle that got the baby to his Daddy, not a wife anymore. We did go out to dinner the day before V-Day and we said our respective "Happy V-Day's" to each other (with my prompting) and I gave him a present, and well, that was it. I know, I know, it is a totally contrived holiday and totally dumb, but you know what, he used to always at least get me a card or a bunch of flowers or something small. I don't need jewelry or any fancy underwear (which he has bought in the past), but something - ANYTHING!?!
Nothing.
So, the day after we were walking around a little town doing some touristy-stuff and I couldn't help it, I just started crying like a little baby while we were walking down the street. Just bawling! He kept asking what was wrong, but I couldn't put it into words. I don't know why I was so emotional about it, I mean, we went out to dinner the day before the actual day (I am an ex-waitress so I really don't like going out that day), but for some reason, I just felt like crap.
I finally got the words out in the car later and I got over it and bucked up and pushed everything aside like it didn't hurt me anymore.
And then, as we were leaving for our flight, we gathered up everything out of the car, I positioned everything that I could wheel and carry on the plane, he hands over the baby and sandwiched in between his chest and the baby was a card for me.
I couldn't read it then. I put it in my suitcase for later and we said our goodbyes.
When I read it later, I cried. I felt like a dumbass. But, he made an effort and gave me some words that I needed.
Now, we are back at home and counting down the days until he returns.
I don't know what it was, I was just feeling bummed for some reason. I felt like I was the vehicle that got the baby to his Daddy, not a wife anymore. We did go out to dinner the day before V-Day and we said our respective "Happy V-Day's" to each other (with my prompting) and I gave him a present, and well, that was it. I know, I know, it is a totally contrived holiday and totally dumb, but you know what, he used to always at least get me a card or a bunch of flowers or something small. I don't need jewelry or any fancy underwear (which he has bought in the past), but something - ANYTHING!?!
Nothing.
So, the day after we were walking around a little town doing some touristy-stuff and I couldn't help it, I just started crying like a little baby while we were walking down the street. Just bawling! He kept asking what was wrong, but I couldn't put it into words. I don't know why I was so emotional about it, I mean, we went out to dinner the day before the actual day (I am an ex-waitress so I really don't like going out that day), but for some reason, I just felt like crap.
I finally got the words out in the car later and I got over it and bucked up and pushed everything aside like it didn't hurt me anymore.
And then, as we were leaving for our flight, we gathered up everything out of the car, I positioned everything that I could wheel and carry on the plane, he hands over the baby and sandwiched in between his chest and the baby was a card for me.
I couldn't read it then. I put it in my suitcase for later and we said our goodbyes.
When I read it later, I cried. I felt like a dumbass. But, he made an effort and gave me some words that I needed.
Now, we are back at home and counting down the days until he returns.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Play date!
Today we are going on an actual play date!
Ok, well, it is disguised by having dinner with the other mom and catching up, but really, I'm just in the need of some other adult conversation and someone else to entertain the baby. Especially since that other entertainer will only be a year older than he is. At least they are still toddlers and can throw things and play with things together and understand each other. They can share balls and share sippy cups and share conversation that I know nothing about. Sometimes I have to walk around the whole house with the baby to understand what he wants. He is in the "pointing" stage and can't say what he really wants or needs. It is a fun stage because he is getting so much more independant, but also a little frustrating for the adults in his life.
He's having fun right now standing a book up on its end at the counter here while I type. It won't be long until he gets bored with that though, and I'll have to distract him with something else.
Well, baby, you are going on a play date today, and I'm probably looking forward to it more than you are!
Ok, well, it is disguised by having dinner with the other mom and catching up, but really, I'm just in the need of some other adult conversation and someone else to entertain the baby. Especially since that other entertainer will only be a year older than he is. At least they are still toddlers and can throw things and play with things together and understand each other. They can share balls and share sippy cups and share conversation that I know nothing about. Sometimes I have to walk around the whole house with the baby to understand what he wants. He is in the "pointing" stage and can't say what he really wants or needs. It is a fun stage because he is getting so much more independant, but also a little frustrating for the adults in his life.
He's having fun right now standing a book up on its end at the counter here while I type. It won't be long until he gets bored with that though, and I'll have to distract him with something else.
Well, baby, you are going on a play date today, and I'm probably looking forward to it more than you are!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
More good news
Well, not from me, but from friends.
Just found out another girlfriend is pregnant. She is 8 weeks along. Although very early, she is still "along".
I'm eagerly awaiting stupid-bowl weekend when my hband will be back and we can try to make another baby.
I don't know what has got into me but I am totally baby-crazy right now.
I see pregnant people in lines at the store and immediately try to figure out how far along they are. I see tiny little infants and wonder how old they are and then immediately assess their mommas to see if they lost the baby weight.
What is wrong with me?
Is there something in the water? I guess that is what everyone calls it.
Well, whatever it is, I hope I catch it!
Bring on baby number 2!!!
Just found out another girlfriend is pregnant. She is 8 weeks along. Although very early, she is still "along".
I'm eagerly awaiting stupid-bowl weekend when my hband will be back and we can try to make another baby.
I don't know what has got into me but I am totally baby-crazy right now.
I see pregnant people in lines at the store and immediately try to figure out how far along they are. I see tiny little infants and wonder how old they are and then immediately assess their mommas to see if they lost the baby weight.
What is wrong with me?
Is there something in the water? I guess that is what everyone calls it.
Well, whatever it is, I hope I catch it!
Bring on baby number 2!!!
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