Friday, May 28, 2010

A break...

We are escaping.  Briefly.

I'll leave you with a few thoughts:

Every microwave should have an 'add 30 seconds' button.  Think popcorn. 

It should be easier to find kids shoes sans characters.  No reason for Snoopy on the kicks.  An 18 year old at the mall did tell me yesterday that he has some 'sweet Sambas and Chuck Taylors"... no.

The "Dead Sea Salt" people at the mall have the worst job in the world.

The Best part?  Toes.  In.  Sand.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010


Had my 18 week check up yesterday.  All is well.  Baby is good.  Heartbeat is strong.  My blood pressure is good.  Gained 2 pounds (that's 2 pounds total in the pregnancy if you're counting).  You will know when this low weight gain stops because I'll stop talking about it.  I am trying really hard to not gain the kind of weight I gained with Cannon.  We'll see if it works. 

Talked some about the delivery.  Doctors want to avoid another 4th degree tear for reasons I won't discuss on here.  We're going to labor longer and try to bring the baby down lower.  I'm getting a 'note' from my orthopaedic guy here to give an 'ok for an epidural' and hopefully this baby will just slide right on out.  If not we'll opt for a c-section but I'm not interested in scheduling one.  While convenient, that little itty bitty 'naturalist' in my says 'no, let her come on her own'.  Yes, my mind automatically goes to calling this baby a girl.  If it's not a girl we have some re-training to do!  Which brings me to....

6.10.10 is the big day.  I'll be 20 weeks and we'll find out if we'll be pink or blue!!!  Can. Not. Wait. 

The Best part?  Healthy is all that matters.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Did It.

I can cross 13.1 off my bucket list.  I don't think it was ever on the list.  Actually, I don't think I have a list.  Note to self.  Make a bucket list, cross off a half marathon.

13.1 miles is a long, long way.  I would say I was good through the first half and then it was downhill (unfortunately not literally) from there.  To say that I struggled on the last few miles is an understatement.  I think we averaged about a 15 minute mile and I know that my fellow walkers would have finished MUCH faster had they left me in the dust.  But they didn't. 

I am sore.  I have a blister on the ball of each of my feet the size of a quarter (this will make it difficult to wear my standard 5 inch heels to work this week).  My hip flexors are very sore (combine pregnancy hip spreading with a half marathon) but my muscles (quads, calves, hamstrings) aren't sore.  So I have to believe that means my muscles were ready but my 18 week pregnant body wasn't. 

So a few observations and musings.

I will do it again.  I won't do it again pregnant.  I was amazed at the pace some rather large people kept for the whole race.  I didn't know you could walk 13.1 miles in Crocs--not me.  I also didn't know that you could sing '99 Bottles of Beer' and replace 'bottles of beer' with 'miles to go'--again not me.  While in real life there is no such thing as too much Michael Buble, there is such a thing as too much while trying to finish a half marathon.  Same goes for John Mayer, Indigo Girls, and Billy Joel.  More dirty rap beats.  A couple bites of a chocolate chip cookie after 13.1 miles is a bad idea.  If you think about your husband and your son while you're more physically exhausted than you've ever been, you will cry.  You can judge people even if they're faster than you, although it's harder to do so.  Who knew the Geist area, outside of Indy was so beautiful?  Good friends at mile 3.5 are a wonderful treat, more friends needed along the way.  While it's nice of people to sit in their driveways to watch, if they would make some noise that would be more helpful.  The garage bands were not good.  I am tired.  I did the calculation and I bured 100 calories a mile.  I had cake for dinner last night.  I got a medal.  I am considering wearing it to work on Monday.  The official race pictures will be up on Wednesday.  I am certain I look about as good as I felt.  Here's the best of the 'thank God it's over' shots.

So what will I do to stay in shape now? I'm taking it down about 7.1 miles and doing a 10k with my Dad over the 4th of July.  Not sure how many walkers there will be but there will be at least 2.  

The Best part?  I finished.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

can. not. move.

I did it.  We did it.  I finished the half today.  I am dehydrated.  Exhausted. My joints ache.  I have blisters the size of quarters on BOTH of my feet--on the BOTTOM.  I am a hot mess.  But I did it.

More to come when I can lift my head up on my own.

The Best part?  I finished.

PS: never again while pregnant. never.

Friday, May 21, 2010


... at half past 6... lakeside 5 years ago today I married my best friend.  It's the best decision I've ever made.  He is still my best friend.  He's the best father in the world.  I could never, ever ask for more.  We are luckier than we deserve and so very blessed.

The Best part?  Many, many more.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Still Learning

The Best part? You don't have to have a little girl to have adorable shoes.

Monday, May 17, 2010


I've been grappling--that's a scosche dramatic--for days with how to respond to some random friend requests I've gotten on Facebook. 

For instance. 

The stepson of the second cousin of my mother in law.  Really?  Never met him.  Never.  Bought him a picture frame for his wedding but did not attend.  Does that mean I want him to know when I complain about not being able to find my bud vases or when I discuss how badly I want a glass of wine?  Not even a little bit. 

How about a 'co-worker' who works the opposite shift I do in a different department?  In five years, probably spoken five words to him and that was probably 'hi' the five times I've ever seen him.  Why does he need to see pictures of Cannon and our family?  He doesn't. 

But, here's the thing.  I've got 438 friends.  That's probably like 238 too many. 

There are people I went to high school with, who I didn't really talk to in high school (clearly I should be virtual friends with them now).  Co-workers and former co-workers who I would have never talked to again had it not been for social networking.  How about the friends of friends of friends?  I mean at first it's fun.  Then it's just downright silly.  Moreover, most of these people could probably give a shit what I'm up to or what my favorite quote from Modern Family (if you don't watch it, start, now. hands down the best show on television) is.

So, I did it.  A purge.  A major purge.  78 friends, gone.  Sorry if you didn't make the cut but if you didn't and you read the blog, that qualifies you as a stalker. 

The Best part? Chance are, the ones I cut won't even notice.


I almost always spell it wrong.  Seperate?  Separate?  I stare at it too long and it starts to look like Spanish to me. 

We are having some separation (got it!) issues at the Best Part these days.  Cannon's school is taking him an extra halfday during the week to help ease his anxiety and help him get used to being in the big kids room.  I am not complaining.  This extra half day happens to fall on a day where I don't work giving me toddler free grocery shopping, errand running, and even showering.  It does however give me a bit of anxiety about him being sad at school. 

I hate the thought of him being anywhere without us and being sad.  Couple that with 17 weeks of pregnancy under my belt and there are two of us who are sad.  This morning's drop off was rough.  He started saying 'no mommy' when we pulled into the parking lot.  I left him with the director and listened to him cry while I walked out (called to check on him a little later, he's fine).   I know that like everything, this is an adjustment.  He's been at this school since he was four months old and I truly cherish the people who work there and the amazing things they teach him.  He is thriving there. 

But.  How can you not feel like he's better at home when you walk out the door and he's crying?  It's hard.  I have to know that Cannon thrives on interacting with other kids and other adults.  It's helped make him the social butterfly that he is.  He's never met a stranger.  Never.  School is important for him and it will be important for baby two too.  We're just adjusting.  Minor adjustments are good for flexibility.  Good for life adjustments.  It's good.

The Best part?  Knowing that in just a few short hours his best friend, his daddy, will pick him up.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Rules Schmules

So my friend Sherri, whose blog posts usually make me laugh out loud, inspired me to start working on some house rules.  I know C is still young for this but as I work to emphasize things we would rather he NOT do, here's where we'll start.
These I stole from Sherri:

* Always eat applesauce with a spoon (same goes for yogurt)
* No donuts before bed (cookies is more our challenge)

And here's a few off the top of my head:

* crayons, markers, pens, art supplies etc are for art, not eating
* picking up the register and putting matchbox cars down the vent is not ok, ever.  today I found a cell phone (an old one we gave him to play with a LONG time ago) in there.
* while it seems like the handle on the drawer under the oven is a step, it is not.  and blowing on the burners because they're hot won't cool them off so you can touch them.
* while jumping while in the bathtub is fun and splashes, it's dangergous.  plus if you fall and get water in your ears and hurt yourself then we have tube problems and a hurt little boy.
* when we ask what you want for dinner (after you've inevitably refused what we're having) 'tootie' (cookie) is not an acceptable answer. 
* its' cute that you say 'toot' when you 'toot' but 'excuse me' might be a better habit.

Let's be serious.  He can't handle rules like this but it's worth a shot right?

The Best part?  They're made to be broken.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

so. blessed.

I think Mother's Day has become one of my top three favorite days of the year (rivaled only by Christmas Day and possibly my birthday).  What a magical, wonderful, amazing day it was. 

We had a delicious brunch downtown and Cannon sat there like an angel for more than an hour!  Can't ask for more than that!  I didn't change one diaper today.  I got flowers, a plant that Cannon grew at school (no idea what it is), and a new bracelet.  The bracelet has a charm with our (Dan and my) monogram.  One with Cannon's initials and his birthday and we'll add another one when the new baby comes.  It's exactly what I wanted.  It's classic.  Love it.  Such a wonderful gift.

Today was one of those days where I just felt at peace all day long.  My heart is happy.  We have so much to be thankful for.  And the chatterbox asleep upstairs is a HUGE reason we count our blessings at night and always. 

The Best part?  So lucky. 

Happy Mother's Day

Aside from a casual mention or passing along of some sage advice, I rarely mention my mom on the blog.  So, in honor of Mother's day, an 'ode' if you will. 

My Mom is the strongest woman I know.  Without question.  She's tough, physically and mentally.  She's funny.  She's passionate.  She loves hard and holds hard.  She's hard headed (ever heard Cat Steves 'Hard Headed Woman'?  That's her).  She would follow all of us to the ends of the earth to make sure we have what we need and then some.  She would eat ants in Tanzania (her words) for us.  She loves my Dad first (probably one of the most important things I learned from her).  My Mom rarely hears the word 'no' and passed along my fabulous rarely rivaled arguing skills.  She is beautiful and kind.  She does things like bringing in a group of 5 teenage girls obviously in a tough spot and give them pound cake until they got help (in Captiva, over Christmas, there were 5 girls camping out and had come to Captiva for dinner.  They locked their keys in their car and had no where to go to wait for AAA.  Not that Captiva is unsafe but she brought them home, fed them cake and waited with them.)  She could talk to a tree.  She's truly a magnificent woman.  AND a TERRIFIC grandmother!

Most importantly, she's mine.  I'm lucky to have learned from such an amazing woman.  So lucky.  Love you THIS much!

The Best part?  I've got the BEST Mom around. xoxo.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

... dabby... Dabby... DABBY!!!

Passy.  Nuk.  Pacifier.  We call it a Dabby (no idea why, it's just what Cannon started calling it).  Whatever you call it, if your child takes one, you know that if you let them keep it past 1, taking it away is a terrifying task.  It's a task I'm not ready for.  (I still maintain a passy is better than a thumb since you can never take the thumb away)

We have dabbies in the car, in the diaper bag, in the crib and in random unknown locations around the house.  It's the answer to any fussy time.  Cannon really only takes one in the car and when he's sleeping.  Well, until about three days ago when he started asking for one constantly. 

I'm a sucker. 

I would rather give him the passy than hear him cry for it non-stop.  He's getting teeth and he's got allergies.  So, it's a phase.  I hope it's a phase.  Cause the passy was fine when it was just bedtime and car rides.  It's not inhibiting his speech and his teeth are fine.  SO let this need to be soothed pass quickly.

Anyway.  Back to the challenge at hand.  I have friends whose kids never took a passy.  Some who took it away at 6 months, others 9.  I have friends who took it away at 1 (diligently following the advice of their pediatrician and most books no doubt... for the record we did switch cold turkey at 1 from a bottle to a sippy and formula to milk in one day so I do listen to the doctor and books most of the time.)  I have friends who took it away at one and their child adopted another 'lovey'.  One including a blanket that gets chewed on.  I'd prefer a passy.  We missed the 'one year deadline'.  I have friends who have 3 year olds who still use a passy.  The nipples on my passies had to be cut off for me to stop using one. 

The doctor says suck it up and do without sleep for a weekend and break him of it.  When?  We're going on vacation.  I don't want to worry about him fussing on vacation.  Not to mention we're driving, who wants to hear "dabby?  Dabby?  DABBY!?!?" for 11 hours?  Then we'll start transitioning from the crib to a big boy bed.  Let's tackle one thing at a time.  Then the baby will be here, who needs two criers?  My list of excuses goes on. 

Here's what 'What to Expect the Toddler Years' says about the well loved dabby:

"It's a pretty sure bet your son won't pop the pacifier from his mouth to kiss his bride on his wedding day.  Despite the secret fears harbored by parents of persistant pacifier users, almost all children abandon the beloved plug by age four or five, and most stop sucking well before.  Among experts, pacifier use probably has as many supporters as detractors."

So, there's no right answer (although I do like What to Expect's take on it).  And like most things parenting, we'll take it away when the time is right for us and Cannon.  For now I just hope he goes back to the bedtime/ cartime dabby use. 

The Best part?  I went 8 miles today in less than 2 hours.  Bring it half marathon.  Bring it.  Oh, and Mother's Day Brunch tomorrow!!! 

Friday, May 7, 2010


The pregnancy, not Cannon. He's more into jumping these days.

October might as well be 14 years away, couple that with the fact that the due date isn't until th 28th and it might as well be next century.  That's how I feel these days.  I haven't gained any weight, I'm not uncomfortable, but I do miss wine, and I do feel like this baby's arrival is an eternity away.

When we got pregnant with Cannon I couldn't spend enough time on the internet (shocking, I know) joining websites, reading books, and preparing.  There's registering to do, a million things to learn about, and 9 months to educate yourself on this little person who will enter your lives.  This time, I've read the books.  I don't need to register (although I am considering it for th 10% off you get at the end).  I'm not interested in being involved in an "October birth club" online and until we find out what we're having, there's literally NOTHING to do. 

So, guess we'll enjoy the weather, celebrate Mother's Day (mimosa free, sushi free), and enjoy the quiet (relative term) before #2 shows up.

The Best part?  We find out what we're having in just 4 short weeks!!!

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Love him.

After a couple weeks of rough drop offs at 'school' today was perfect, if not magical.  The last few weeks have gone like this:  walk into Cannon's classroom, he instantly becomes a spider monkey and passing him off is nearly impossible.

This morning.  We walked into his room, I put him down.  He sat down and took off his shoes (?), then walked with Ms. Amanda to the table where everyone was eating.  Before he sat down, he turned around (I was ready for him to run back to me) said 'bye bye!' and blew me a kiss.

Can't ask for more than that.

The Best part?  That sweet little kiss.