Friday, July 30, 2010

... it's not done yet...

... but this is my favorite part of the big boy room so far...

The Best part? We managed to install it with no bubbles...

brag... a tad...

I don't do this often (at least not about Dan) so humor me.

A while ago Dan was nominated for a Next Generation Leadership Award from a group called Legacy.  It's a group of Greater Cincinnati Young Professionals and there are about 10 different catagories, he was nominated in human resources.  He was up against four other HR professionals from some pretty major local companies.  The awards banquet was last night and he won! 

It was a lovely banquet and made even more special by bringing home a win. :) I could not be more proud.  Such a neat honor. 

The Best part?  I married the Best.

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Soy aqui.

See?  I can still speak Spanish.

I've been slightly MIA and there's no apparent reason, just nothing of note going on. 

I am still pregnant.  Should be until approximately 2014 when I will give birth to an elephant.

I am nesting.  Or just disgusted by the dust and pet dander.  So I've cleaned the blinds this week (downstairs at least).  And now I know why I almost never do it.  It's a pain in the ass.  I got a quote to have this fancy dancy truck come to your house, take them down, and blow them off for  you.  I could spend $250 in a lot of places (perhaps on a flash for my camera) and blind cleaning is not one that thrills me.  Problem is while cleaning the blinds, I noticed the baseboards.  If only Oprah had hired me.... I'd have a maid by now.

I took Cannon grocery shopping this week, not sure why.  Haven't taken him in weeks.  I broke a sweat.  And spent too much money.  Why? (Dan asks)  Well, cause I'm so busy trying to figure out how to keep him sitting in the cart and making sure he has a sucker or a song to sing or a pretzel to eat that I end up throwing things into the cart.  I had to look at the reciept today to see exactly what I got for my $140.  Did we need two bags of giant pop ice?  Fail.

Tonight we have a date night, ish.  More of an event.  But it will be child free.  My vast selections of maternity coctail dresses has me with endless choices of what to wear.  Cheers. 

The Best part?  The big boy room is almost finished...

Saturday, July 24, 2010

not to be dramatic...

Let me start with a disclaimer: I know it's July.  I also know it's summer.  I understand that means that it's hot outside.  What I didn't know was that we moved to the surface of the sun.

Also, this is the first pregnancy related rant.  I'm allowed at least one a trimester so I'm behind.

It's the days when I wake up and hear weathermen say 'oppressive' and then start muttering about stifling dew points and heat indices that I want to shoot myself, or someone else.  105 is too effing hot. 

This is my second summer pregnancy (if there is a third pregnancy, it will not be a summer one) however, either 2008 was way cooler or life was way different then.  Pretty sure it's the latter. 

In 2008 I could sit my happy ass on the couch in the a/c, watch TV and eat ice cream.  In 2008 I didn't have to go outside.  In 2008 naps were frequent and things were quiet.  2010, not so much.  When you run out of basement time and episodes of Little Einsteins outside is the next best option.  Oh and did I mention Cannon LOVES it outside?  He wants to go out and sweat with the mosquitoes.  Me, not so much. 

Here's the other thing.  It's third trimester time and I'm tired.  I'm achy, uncomfortable and achy and I have 13 weeks left.  Cheers.  I don't remember being this 'ugh' this early with Cannon but again, life was different.  I've only gained 12 pounds so I can't blame the weight.  But by the end of the day my legs ache and my whole body is just beat. 

Ok, thanks for letting me complain.  It'll all be worth it in 13 short, fast, cool, relaxing weeks.

The Best part.  It's almost August.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

For. Real.

Someone actually bought them.  And put their child in them.  Without pants. 

The Best part?  This is not my child, nor a child of anyone I know, am related to, or friends with.  I love a parade.

Oh. My. God.

Friday night.  We had just finished watching the Reds win (yay!) and were winding down, getting ready to go upstairs and pack for a 24 hour trip to Erie.  Tucker (our 4 year old golden) was outside, he came to the door, I let him in.

What?!?  Oh GOD!  What in the hell? 

Wafting.  Awful.  Worst. Smell. Ever.  Oil dripping off the dog.  Quick.  Back outside.  Skunk.  Tomato juice.  They say to use tomato juice.  I hate tomato juice.  I have no tomato juice.  Mouthwash.  Googled it, it said mouthwash.  Mouthwash, then soap.  I slept Friday night with a dryer sheet under my face. 

Worst. Smell. Ever.

So, as I sit here 48 hours later, our house smells like skunk.  And FYI skunk smells nothing like it does when you smell it from afar.  When it's all but in your house you can not possibly imagine the horror that is that odor.  There are no words to describe it.  A neighbor three houses away thought it was in his garage.  Awesome.  Tuck is going to be groomed tomorrow.  By any means necessary.  The smell has to go.  14.  14 candles burning right now.

Dan thinks he got caught in the middle.  A skunk and a bunny were going to get into it, he intervened.  Spray.  He was just trying to help.

The Best part?  The only air freshener I could find is Christmas scent.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


This might be one of those things that only a parent (specifically the parent of our child) finds funny.  Brace yourself.

We read books before naps and before bed.  But Not the Hippopotamus.... The Napping House... Big Brother... Me Too... Elmo Loves You.  So today before nap we read Elmo Loves You Everyone loves something... babies love noise, birds love singing...

When we finished I asked Cannon, while he was sitting on what remains of my lap, what he loves.  His almost instant response:  the zoo!  washing hands Mommy! 

So, there you have it.  My animal loving hand washer. 

I guess if I wanted to hear "Mommy and Daddy" I should have asked 'who' instead of 'what'.

The Best part?  What's not to like about that answer? 

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Today was not my favorite day...

Today I flipped.  I got angry.  Like pissed off angry.  Heart pounding.  Blood pressure spiking.  Angry.  Spontaneous nose bleed causing angry.  All over my white shirt.  Nothing is that big of a deal.  Quick reminder of what's important.

In hindsight, my emotions were justified, however I should have walked around the building before unloading to at least keep from crying. In hindsight, if I didn't care so much, it wouldn't have been a big deal.  Passionate to a fault, that's how they describe me.

 The nose bleed probably just reinforced my case. 

Nothing is that important.  Now, I need a drink. 

The Best part?  Tomorrow will be my favorite day.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Today is My Favorite Day

Stolen.  If you've never been here, go.  Her pictures are amazing.  Her writing, inspiring.


I choose today. 

Today is my favorite day. 

Today I left a happy little boy at school.  Today I came home to a happy little boy at home.  Today we all snuggled under the comforter and layed under a tent on our bed.  Today I was reminded how lucky we are.  Today is 15 weeks from when we meet our little girl.  Today I fixed a toilet.  Ok, fine I didn't, however I did put a paint stirrer under the thing to keep the water from running all day long.  Today life is good great amazing.

Today is my favorite day.

The Best part?  Tomorrow will soon be my favorite day.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

what is wrong with me!?!

I mean why walk when you can sprint?  Why not tackle everything in one weekend? 

So, on Friday we took the front rail off of the crib.  He's on his fourth sleeping period in there, so far so good.  Granted, we are working pretty hard on wearing him out so he sleeps.  Zoo. Races around the house.  Walks.  Anything that will wear him out.  I think we'll take him swimming tonight.  Anyway, the new bed layout is going well.  Once we get his big boy room painted and decorated he'll move into a real big boy bed.

So, Saturday we had a swim lesson and as soon as he got out of the water he asked for it.  The dabby (passy).  Something clicked or flipped or something.  We got home, I cut the tip off of one and gave it to him.  I have been scouring websites and books on the best way to get rid of the passy.  He's too old to just get rid of it.  I couldn't just take it away cause the tears and sadness would drive me nuts.  So, I broke it.  It's what a lot of websites suggest and it's how I was 'weaned' from mine.  I handed him the one with the tip cut off and he looked at me like, 'are you kidding me?  what's wrong with this thing?'.  He's not sucking on it nearly as often (still sleeping with it, tipless) and seems to understand that they don't soothe him anymore.

So, now, what's wrong with me?  First, why do I decide to do everything all at once?  Thank goodness he's flexible.  Second, why am I sad about no more passy?  He walks instead of rides in the stroller.  He drinks of of sippys or cups instead of bottles.  He sits in a big boy seat at the table.  He's not in a crib anymore.  I know exactly why I'm sad.  He's not a baby anymore.  The passy was really the last 'baby' thing (other than diapers and let's be serious, those will stick around for a while) that he had.  And I took it away.  We took it away. 

The Best part?  There are still half a dozen dabbys stashed that are not tipless.  I'm not that foolish.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Jinxing Myself....

There's no time like the present.  We will have a new baby in just 16 weeks--still feels like forever away.  That baby will need a crib (we don't do the basinet thing cause then there's another transition and Cannon has never spent a minute asleep in our bed) and it's time for our big boy to make the switch.  We started tonight.  Took the front off the crib and added a safety rail.  If we didn't have baby girl on the way I would leave him in the crib, he sleeps great and can't climb out, what's not to like?

He was super excited to be able to climb in and out on his own.  He's been in there an hour, asleep.  Now, he might be on the floor, but he's asleep.  So, I'm probably jinxing myself by writing about it.  Hoping to do this for a month or so and then move into a new big boy room with a big boy bed.  Baby steps.  Not going to lie, makes me a bit sentimental that my baby isn't really a baby anymore.  But he was SO excited about his new bed and that he could climb in (we told him he needs help to get out) and out.  Here's to a full nights sleep!

The Best part?  Baby steps.

Monday, July 5, 2010

... thought I'd never say...

"Don't put that there, put it in your mouth." -- To clarify I was talking about Cannon's toothbrush which I gave him in the bathtub and he promptly put into the water.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

I'll show you clevage.

So, Wednesday morning (really my Saturday morning) I wake up to this email (it was sent to the GM of the station I work for and myself):

I find it disturbing and unprofessional for newscasters to wear revealing clothing, that is clothing that shows cleavage like I saw this evening. If that is what people choose to wear on their personal time, although inappropriate, they can do so. However, I would hope that when performing a professional task, professional attire would be worn. It is my hope that there is a dress code that if not already in place will be put in place. I would like to continue viewing this station without being exposed to what I see on the street every day.

Now, before you go thinking I'm a hooker, let me tell you what I wore on Tuesday night. It's a maternity dress. A wrap dress with a v-neck with NOTHING that even closely resembles clevage. It does however, have a v-neck. Risque, I know. So you can imagine my shock at waking up to this email.

I've been working in television for the better part of 10 years. I've gotten emails about my weight, about my earrings, about my hair but never about my clevage. Why you ask? Because I know what clevage is and I know that there's a time and a place. Not on television.

Now, let me tell you this email came from a woman names Lorraine who emailed from an email address with the words 'silky' and 'smooth' in the address. Can't make this stuff up.

Now, let me tell you what I think of Lorraine and her email. I think Lorraine needs to get a life. Likening complete strangers to 'hookers' makes you old and bitter at the world. Pasties are 'innappropriate', a v-neck is not. Oh and Lorraine, I'm 23 weeks pregnant with my second child so if you want to see clevage, I'll show you clevage. Judging by your email you wouldn't know real clevage if it hit you in the face.

I feel better.

Happy 4th everyone :)  Even you Lorraine.
The Best part? Thanks for watching Lorraine.