The Best part? In a week, our 'friends' will leave and we'll have a new basement!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Now, onto her calling me a 'grown-up'.
This is the second time in the last few months I've been referred to as a 'grown-up'. The first time was in music class with Cannon when they sang 'wave goodbye to grown-ups to grown-ups to grown-ups...' and I know for a fact I looked to a friend on my left and said, 'is she singing about us?'.
My parents are grown-ups. They drink tea. They read the New York Times. They enjoy classical music. They are perfectly content to sit in ABSOLUTE silence reading for hours. They most likely get their oil changed at exactly 3K miles and they have adult children (and a grandchild). They are for sure 'grown-ups'. But here's the thing, when I was a kid, they were 'grown-ups' then too. Crap.
So, when did we go from two crazy kids in love who stay out late and make bad decisions to 'grown-ups'? When we bought a house? Got a dog? Had a baby? (Those are in order of occurrence, not importance of course!). I just don't feel like a 'grown-up'.
Maybe it's because my part time job is similar to a college work environment where the eff word is tossed around like balls at a baseball game and gossip runs rampant. Or maybe it's because although we have responsibilities, we still joke about stupid stuff and drink too much (on occasion... don't send me the steps or anything). A lot of our friends are parents like we are and I don't think of them as 'grown-ups'. (The more I type it the more it sounds like a four letter word.)
I mean we both have careers. My friend who called me a 'grown-up' has a career too. We are in a committed relationship, so is my friend (in fact her relationship spans more than a decade now). We have a dog, so does my friend. We have a baby (almost a toddler, tear). There it is. When you have a baby, you must become a 'grown-up'. Huh. I wonder who of my parent or soon to be parent friends feel like 'grown-ups'.
Well here's the thing. I am flattered that my high school friend reads the blog and I guess she's calling a spade a spade. I just hope being classified as a 'grown-up' doesn't mean I'm no longer cool (unravel that double negative).
The Best part? Someday my friend will be a grown up too and then we can go to the cafeteria for dinner at 4:30 and play Bridge together.
Love you E.H.. :)
Monday, August 24, 2009
It was NOT me who got fruit out of the fridge last night and didn't close the door all the way. Therefore it is NOT my fault all of our food is spoiled this morning.
And, it was not me who let Cannon walk around the entire house with two fist fulls and a mouth full of goldfish--modern day breadcrumbs-- letting Tucker, our out of shape, slightly overweight dog, clean up after him.
And, it was NOT me who spilled powder formula all the way up the steps last night and then asked Dan to vacuum it up this morning--it was either that or let Tucker lick it up all day and that would require the dog to 'play' on the stairs.
And it is NOT me who just realized that I put laundry in the washer yesterday afternoon and just now remembered that it's still in there... requiring it to be washed again.
The Best part? It happens.... life goes on. :)
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Before I can ask what's wrong, I hear noises from a crowded bar. I was going to answer with "are you ok? what's wrong?" and instead I answered with "Are you fucking kidding me?". "Coooorrrreeeeyyyyyy!!!!" he responds. "Are you really drunk dialing me right now?" I answer while I consider driving to St. Louis to kick his ass. "I am sitting next to a DePauw alum right now!" he exclaims. Ah, DePauw. It's a small liberal arts school. It's pretty well known in the midwest but not a familiar school on either coast. Roughly two thousand students attend and the school is well over 100 years old. Therefore, the number of alums that exist in the world is pretty large; especially in a city like St. Louis where DePauw is a popular choice for high school grads. He did not call us to tell us that he met President Obama or that he won the powerball. He called because he was sitting next to someone who attended the same university I did. This is no doubt a conversation he will not remember today. After I hung up on him, he proceeded to call back a few times. Knowing he wasn't dead or in jail, we ignored the calls. This morning, there is a voicemail. It's difficult to get the full effect in a text format so picture a 23 year old guy, most likely wearing a pink button down shirt and designer jeans, screaming into his blackberry in a crowded bar.
"Hey queerbo... I know you guys are married and got a fucking kid in a like a year and it's my fucking nephew but I don't give a shit dude. Pick your game up. It's fun to play. Let's plaaayyyyy."
We saved the message.
I am fairly certain it's been at least a couple years since my last middle of the night drunk dial. Sure, I may make a few calls after a bottle of wine on a weekend but most likely that call is placed around 9 pm, not 3am. In college these calls were frequent. Especially if we were all home on break like Thanksgiving or Christmas. I even recall some drunk emails being sent by myself or friends. One in particular ending in the phrase "this is painful...". I remember getting up in the morning and checking to see who I called the night before. Here's the thing, I didn't drunk dial Grandma. I drunk dialed my friends who were most likely drunk as well. So, while I'm flattered that Ross considers us 'not too old to drunk dial' I was compelled to send him an email this morning setting some parameters. Here's the email.
Please feel free to call us at 3:30 in the morning if you are:
a) on fire
b) in the back of a police cruiser
c) have won the lottery
Sitting next to a DePauw alum in a bar is not a reason to call the house phone and then various cell phones until someone answers. Here's why. BOTH Dan and I jumped out of bed when we saw it was you, ran downstairs, all the while trying to figure out how to wire money to the St. Louis County Jail to bail you out.
I am not sure if you remember your nephew Cannon. I know he is almost 1 and is basically self sufficient but we don't have the luxury of sleeping until noon which you will no doubt do today. Please save this email. That way the next time you're out and meet a DePauw alum, or a member of the Rolling Stones, or in your drunken haze, calling our house sounds like a good idea... you can refer to letters a, b, and c above.
OR maybe the best rule of thumb is to ask, 'would I call mom and dad right now?' if the answer is 'no', don't call us either.
Save your good stories for anytime after 7am (6am your time).
The Best part? Paybacks are hell.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
The guy who we hired to finish the basement called two days ago to tell us that our job would be delayed because he had to put his dog to sleep. I want to believe him. I really do. But, the skeptic in me (partially due to what I do for a living... or sort of a living) doesn't buy it. Not for one second. Guess I don't really see how putting a pet to sleep puts a job 3 days behind. At last check he was going to start on Monday. I'm not holding my breathe.
For nearly the last three years we have paid monthly to belong to the gym. Joining the gym was one of those things we had to do and we had to do immediately when we joined. We couldn't wait for the new fancy place to open, we had to join and we had to join now. I went regularly until after my first trimester (when as I've mentioned before, I basically gave up being active and healthy and decided on being fat) and then I jumped right back in after Cannon was born. I was cool with it when he could hang in daycare in his carseat until the woman working in the daycare (woman is stretching it, she was clearly younger than 20) shared with me the following information:
She had just had a baby a month before me but her baby was only 5 pounds when he was born.
She was worried she was pregnant again because she had sex with her boyfriend and the condom broke.
Let me be very clear, this person was not a friend. I had never met her before. I walked in, said hello, and this is the conversation we had. Enter excuse not to go to the gym.
Well, I went on Friday and the woman in daycare was delightful and loved playing with Cannon. No excuse anymore.
I really think that having a baby gives you a constant excuse.
"I can't come to work, Cannon's sick." "The baby's sleeping, don't want to wake him up so I'm not going to vaccum." "Nope, didn't get a shower, too busy with the baby." (you know, the baby who naps twice a day). Here's the problem, the construction guy doesn't have a baby so he blamed the dog. I wonder how many dogs he has.
The Best part? Regardless of when it gets finished, it will be a wonderful place for us to play and it will lower the number of hazards on the living room floor.
Friday, August 21, 2009
The book is called Smotherhood and it's written by a working mother who happens to work as a television news reporter! I am far from a book reviewer (my friend Meggie is an expert) but I love the way this woman writes and tells stories. She's witty, clever, funny and relatable.
I returned to the gym after a long hiatus due to their childcare situation (and my own general distaste for the gym we belong to, damn contracts) and took the book with me. The chapter called 'No Guilt No Glory' made me laugh out loud.
So, without further adieu...
"Sure, there are those perfect mothers who never raise their voices or allow their children to eat sugar, but they're not my friends, so I don't really care what they think of me. For those women who think they are perfect, I have some advice. Let loose, go ahead, try it, you might like it. Throw the kids some chicken nuggets, let them stay up until ten, watch a PG movie with them. Let them wear cowboy boots to church. I promise they'll survive and so will you."
I know women like this. Notice, I said, 'know' them... not 'like' them. They are the same women who tell you that the only way to get a baby on a schedule is to do Babywise or to live your life by the clock. The same women who believe 'breast is best' and anyone who believes otherwise is wrong. They're the same women who offer unsolicited advice that only serves to boil my blood and make me want to stoop to that level. You know who they are. I come across them everyday but like Amanda Lamb (author of Smotherhood), I am not friends with them and don't really care what they think about me.
The Best part? I think I may actually finish this book!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
The Best part? It was a blast!
Saturday, August 15, 2009
There are a lot of things I'm looking forward to about this birthday.
Is it bad that in the top 10 are the following?:
- Gaining back the counter space we've lost for the last year to a very hip, very useful bottle drying rack.
- Saving about 100$ a month on formula!
Of course celebrating him and a year of his life is what we're most looking forward to but the two things listed above are pretty exciting too! :)
The Best part? Milk is cheap.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
I really think that waking up before the alarm clock is one of the most awful feelings ever. If it's just minutes before the alarm you just lay there, waiting. If it's an hour you have to decide what to do. I lay there and think "I should get up and get on the treadmill" or "what's going on today" or "Cannon needs diapers at school, how will I remember that in an hour when I get up?". Every morning last week Dan and I both woke up well before the alarm and it got me thinking. We are usually in bed by 10 so maybe, just maybe, waking up before the alarm is our bodies' way of saying 'umm, hello? you're not 60, 7 or 8 hours of sleep is just fine... consider pushing the bed time back just a tad.' Of course, this later bed time is going to bite us in the ass today and tomorrow because Cannon's sick so he slept terribly last night and tonight we have to wake him up twice to feed him before six so he's not starving by surgery time.
The surgery. It's tomorrow. It's minor, just tubes in the ears. I'm nervous but I think that's normal. 10 minutes in and out and hopefully no more earaches. We'll take a few small positive thoughts and prayers. Now if only they could pull his poor teeth in while they're doing it!
The Best part? By tomorrow at this time, we'll all be home and napping :)
Sunday, August 9, 2009
The Best part? This time next week we'll be ear infection worry free! (Hopefully!)
Friday, August 7, 2009
I have some left over pesto and I froze some (squeezed it into an ice cube tray and will take cubes out and put in a zip lock once they're frozen).
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Got up, made Cannon a bottle, changed his diaper, fed him the bottle in bed while watching the mornings headlines.
Came downstairs, fed him breakfast, sucked down some coffee.
Took Cannon to Walmart for groceries.
Got home in time to put Cannon down for his morning nap.
During the nap I put groceries away, cleaned the baseboards, vacuumed, dusted the bedroom and put laundry away.
After the nap we went to Sams, Meijer, and the liquor store.
Came home, had lunch with Dan.
Went to the car wash.
Home to feed Cannon a bottle and put him down.
During this nap I mowed the lawn and started making pesto.
Got him up and while he played I made pesto and worked on dinner.
We took a 3 mile walk (on the walk I mentally planned some big weekends we have coming up while holding a 'babbling conversation' with Cannon).
Came home, another bottle and more play.
Late afternoon naps don't come very often but one did today so I took it! While he slept I prepared dinner, then he got up, the guy came to give us an estimate on the basement. We had dinner, played for a bit then it was bath time and time for a bottle.
So I write all of that and then think of all my friends who will read it and roll their eyes (rightfully so) because they're juggling not one but TWO or THREE kids during a day!
And, what's even more interesting is that I was able to check my email and facebook page several times during the day... so I guess there's always room for more :)
The Best part? I am pretty sure I could juggle all of this with another baby or two and now that I was so productive, we can relax and enjoy the weekend!!!!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
The more I read blogs the more I find people with cute nicknames for their family members. I guess it's to protect identities and be more private. Now I'm brainstorming. Mommy Reporter (however my job security hangs in the balance... so HR Guy's Wife might become more appropriate)... Mr. HR... MaGoots... I'm open to suggestions...
We have tomatoes this year. They're 'volunteers' or that's what Dan calls them. We grew them from seeds. And, by 'we grew them' I mean Dan threw some tomatoes on the side of the house.
When they started growing, I assumed they were weeds. They're not.
4 tomatoes, peeled and sliced
10 fresh basil leaves, chopped
1/2 cup chopped green onion
1 (9-inch) prebaked deep dish pie shell
1 cup grated mozzarella
1 cup grated cheddar
1 cup mayonnaise
Salt and pepper
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Place the tomatoes in a colander in the sink in 1 layer. Sprinkle with salt and allow to drain for 10 minutes. (drying them with paper towels helps too)
Layer the tomato slices, basil, and onion in pie shell. Season with salt and pepper. Combine the grated cheeses and mayonnaise together. Spread mixture on top of the tomatoes and bake for 30 minutes or until lightly browned.
To serve, cut into slices and serve warm.
I make it as a dip in an 8 x 8 dish. Do NOT alter the amounts of cheese or mayo, it can get way greasy if you do.
They took pictures at school last week. It was a beach themed school picture session. You know, the drop canvas and a bucket set up... not my style. Yesterday when I dropped Cannon off they showed me the pictures. They're cute. However, everyone else remembered it was picture day and had their kiddos in beach gear. Cannon was in a polo and jeans at the beach. So here are the options to purchase pictures. The cheapest option gets you 8 4x6 prints (that they've already printed for you to check out) and a CD of the pictures. It's $50! We are in the wrong business. The prints can't have cost more than 50 cents and a cd about the same. The most expensive package? $500! Surely they can't be serious. I guess this is only the beginning of 'school pictures'. At least right now we don't feel obligated to purchase them. I used to make some killer sheet signs in college, maybe I could create a 'beach theme' canvas and take this show on the road.
We celebrated Mr. HR's (hate that nickname... ) 31st birthday last night. It was anti-climactic at best. Over the weekend I gave him a digital picture frame for his desk (but he wants to keep it at home cause he's never in the office) and made a cake (from scratch). The cake was ok. It can't even be classified as 'good'. I even made the icing. Again, it was ok. If the cake you make from scratch is not as good as the cake out of the box, it's not worth it. We had a late dinner, drank some wine and were in bed by 10:05. I hate that birthdays get less exciting as you get older. I blame my parents for making a huge deal out of birthdays. Now, I expect the same... guess that's Dan's problem :)
And if you think Cannon isn't getting this for his birthday... you'd be wrong...
The Best part? It's Tuesday which is really my Wednesday which is actually my Thursday because Wednesday is my Friday.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
I can't wait for new babies to be born and for new life to be celebrated and old love to grow stronger.
The Best part? Knowing the joy that's on the way for so many people I care about... no matter if it's a matter of months... or years.