Monday, December 11, 2006

The holiday hoopla just keeps coming. Last Friday, Precious baby particpated in her school's christmas pagent. Her group was first, the 12 to 18 moth olds. All the cute little kiddies were dressed up in their holiday finery and they sat on the stage and were supposed to ring jingle bells while the music director played and sang two christmas carols. As you can imagine, there was one kid who got up and ran around, and one who cried. Some of the kids remembered what they were supposed to do and actually rang the bells, but not Precious Baby! She decided that it was better to chew on the bells. In the time it took to hear two short songs, she managed to completely soaked the ribbon that tied the bells together.

But she looked so cute! She was wearing this dress
with a pair of white tights. I had also purchased a little pair of mary jane shoes for her to wear, but when we got her dressed, we discovered that the size five shoes were WAY too big! She tried to take a step and stepped right out of the shoes! She ended up wearing the little blue and green "froggie" robeez that she wears every day. Ok, it might have looked a little funny, but at least she had shoes on her feet that she could walk in! Hubby said, "well, we just won't take pictures of her feet!" She still looked so, so cute.

Christmas shopping continues. This weeked I'll have to buy a cordless controller for the #@!% xbox that we purchased for the Boy (really for Hubby!) and gifts for precious baby. I've already bought Hubby a gift... shhhhhh... tickets to the Alamo Bowl, so he can cheer on his beloved longhorns. The only other thing is that I guess I'm going to order that short sleeve Ireland rugby from Canterburry of New Zealand for Hubby for our aniversary. I don't know what we were thinking, with Boy's birthday, Christmas and our anivesary in the same month.

The exercising continues. I have managed to get to the gym at least twice a week since I first posted about it... I haven't been running as much as I should though, and I really should be working out three times a week. But although I may not look better (I can't tell) I think I am stronger. On saturday night we made dinner for my BIL and SIL and their two year old, C. C likes to play in the kitchen while I cook. On this paticular night, I decided to pick him up and balance him on my hip while I cooked dinner. Precious baby was in the highchair at the table, so I scooped C up and talked to him about what I was doing while I cooked. He's a big boy, but I found him easy to hold. Later, his mom told me she was surprised that I had held him so long because he is so heavy. She told me that he weighs 30 pounds! I must be getting stronger, because I know that not long ago I would have had to put him down after just a few minutes!

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

So I usually don't admit this to many people, but, take deep breath... Big confession coming.... I enjoy celebrity tabloid type gossip. It' s silly. It's pure escapism. And it's funny. That said, I am sad to see that a certain newly single, mother of two pop star has been photographed repeatedly in the past week or so without undies! What is she thinking? Come on Britany, I was never a big fan of your music, but after you had kids, I felt for you... It seemed like you were having some problems adjusting to motherhood and boy, did you make some big mistakes (the car seat, the highchair, etc) but I really was pulling for you.

That is, until you started hanging out with youknowwho, the super skank, and adopting her underpantsless habits. What is up with the crotch flashing?! Come on now, you're a mother of two! I realize that you are young and want to just get out and party some... And that you probably have a lot of steam to blow off after putting up with your scum of a soon to be exhusband.... But really, keep in mind that your two sons are your priority now! After all, do you really think that what you are doing is setting a good example for them? Do you really want them to google you name and see these pictures as soon as they are old enough to reach a keyboard and spell Mommy's name? How do you plan on explaining the pictures to them? What are they doing and who is taking care of them while you are partying all night with the superskank? And who takes care of them while you sleep it off? How much time are you really spending with them anyway, between your hard core partying and the hangover that is sure to follow? Doesn't seem to leave much time to be a parent, now does it?

I have a daughter who is just a month younger than your oldest. I know how much attention they need at this age... And I remember how much she needed when she was an infant. You have two under two... I can't see how you have time to pee in private, much less get a bad weave and party with the skanks all night.

I feel really sorry for your children. Based on how much your photographed without them, I can't see how you spend much of any time with them. They are being raised by nannys and servants, huh? What they really need is you.

Wake up Brit. Stay home with your kids and stop flashing your vag. We know you have one. After all, that's how you got the two kiddos, no?

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Thanksgiving has come and gone. We had a very good turkey day. Hubby smoked a 14 pound turkey. It was so good! He had never smoked a turkey before, so, he did a lot of research as to temperature and cooking time. He also determined that we should brine the turkey overnight before smoking. So, the day before thanksgiving, we made a simple brine and dropped the turkey in, overnight. The next day, Thursday, Hubby woke up at 6 AM to start the fire. I was hoping that Precious Baby would sleep for a bit longer so I could prep the turkey before we put it on the fire, but no such luck. She was giggling and grinning at me as soon as her daddy got out of bed. So, she got up with me and played on the floor while I made fresh herb butter (rosemary, italian parsley and sage... mmmm!) and then smeared the butter all over the turkey. I also placed a some carrots, celery, an onion, an apple and some rosemary inside the cavity of the bird to add flavor. Finally, I covered the breast with pancetta. The turkey went into the smoker at half past 7. that left me the rest of the day to make green beans almondine and some dressing. The rest of the side dishes were made and brought by our guests. My friend Caroline and her husband brought pumpkin bread, sweet potatoes, and apple piue and some bruchetta. My sister and brother in law brought mashed potatoes and a pumpkin pie. My parents came and brought plenty of wine. We opened our antique dining table out to comfortably seat eight adults and it was just perfect. The turkey came out wonderfully... it took eight hours to smoke to absolute perfection.. it was juicy and tender and so flavorful. Everyone loved it... my dad, who kisses no one's ass even told Hubby that he really had done it perfectly. The deserts were excellent too. All in all, it was a great thanksgiving and honestly, I look forward to doing it again next year.
Of course, now christmas is coming. And the fun really starts this weekend... which is Boy's 12th Birthday! His grandparents are coming from Houston to see him and we'll put up the tree this weekend. I also plan to make Boy and Hubby hang lights outside. We didn't do it last year, because we were so consumed with precious baby, who was just a little newborn, and I really missed having the lights. I want Hubby and Boy to wrap the columns of the front porch, run lights along the roof line of the porch, and put lights in the trees. We also ordered a wreath and I'm waiting for it to arrive so I can hang it on the front door. Watch out, Martha Stweart! Rrrrright.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

It's cold today!
I'm so glad. Here in our part of Texas, it seems like it's never winter... In fact we never have seasons... Just warm and hot. I actually got to wear my favorite 3/4 length leather coat and I dressed precious baby in her new winter coat... A little velvet swing coat number! So cute! Now she just needs a cute little fair isle knit cap with ears that ties under the chin!

Ok, I'm closet fashionista... I just lack the execution. I really want to look nice, and put together and wear makeup, etc... But I end up looking like a frump. I think part of it is that I'm still carrying around more pounds than I'd like. I've been running, and for a while it seemed to work, but I think I've hit a plateau. I've read up on best shape of your life and something called the five factor, and I think that kind of a blend of these two approaches might work for me. So, I'm going to try to work out at the gym every other day, doing a few "major muscle group " moves to muscle failure, and then do some intense cardio for about 15 minutes. On the off days, I'll continue to run. I like running, because it allows me to be with Precious baby... She loves the jogging stroller! She just giggles away the entire ride.

Now, if I can just stick to that, and see some results, I think I'll be more motivated to do more with my appearance... I'd like to have a more fashionable hair style. Right now, my hair is long- to the middle of my back, all one length, uncolored and badly in need of a trim. I've had long layers before, so I'd kind of like to go back to that, maybe just longer overall. Really, what I want is hair that looks like a shampoo commercial... Long, thick, bouncy... And with totally no effort. Yeah, right. Like that's going to happen. Realistically, any style I choose over what I have now is going to require more than the wash and wear I do now. Funny, there was a time when I got up every morning and did the wash/dry/style routine.... What happened? Oh, yeah, I had a child. I suddenly learned to value sleep over style.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

The sickness train continues. Hubby came home last night, complaining that he still didn't feel well. He took his temperature and he did have a low grade fevor. Apparently, he thinks that being sick means that he is entitled to lay in bed complaining and not doing anything around the house. While I know he didn't feel well and I can certainly sypathize, it really is hard to do everything your self while holding a cranky 13 month old who cries as soon as you put her down. Parenting doesnt stop because you don't feel well. I know I was sick the night before, but I still had to get up and take care of precious baby everytime she woke up. Oh well. He calmed down soon after. I think his outburst was just prompted by not feeling well.

Then, last night right before she went to sleep, precious baby threw up again! She hadn't been sick since Sunday. And boy was it a lot. All over me, all over the bed. Poor thing! She was so scared! It took me a while to calm her down, then she nursed and went to sleep. Luckily, she wasn't sick during the night, but, of course, now I'm pretty worried that she hasn't really gotten over being sick.

At least Hubby seems to be recovered this morning!

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Being ill sucks.
Precious Baby was sick this weekend. Now it seems that I have gotten a minor version of this illness. Last night I felt crappy. Crampy, tired, sore... and it got worse. Nausea, but no vomiting, and (as Hubby calls it) "the big D". ugh. Of course, I got very little sleep, since I was getting up and going to the bathroom every hour of so. Precious Baby must have known something was up... she wasn't very wakeful last night and when she did wake, she was back to sleep pretty quickly and with minimal fuss. It's the next day now, and I still feel off, and pretty out of it too, since I didn't get much sleep last night.

Oh, and to make it even better, Hubby just emailed me and described the same symptoms I had last night! Ugh! I just can't win.

Although, I should be grateful that my illness wasn't even close to what Precious baby went through. She threw up for about 12 hours and had several bouts of the "the big D". So I should probably just shut my big yap and be glad I'm not experiencing that.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Precious baby was sick this weekend. Sicker than she's ever been. She had some kind of stomach bug and was vomiting and had diarrhea. Poor little thing! It started on Saturday. She woke up at about 3 am, crying. She threw up in her little bed. I picked her up and tried to comfort her. In the dark I hadn't realized that she had thrown up until she did it again, this time down my back. She was so upset and scared, and so was I! Hubby, meanwhile, got up and pulled the sheets off her little bed and put a towel down. I got her cleaned up and calmed down and back to sleep. She woke up about two hours later, and puked again, several times. So it went. She'd puke, nurse, calm down, sleep, and then wake up and repeat. She puked in her bed, our bed, down my back, down my front, on the floor, on Hubby... You name it.

she recovered on Sunday... She was sick a few more times, but each time it was further apart and a lot less than before. By Sunday evening she was reclining in Hubbys arms like a tiny baby, holding her cuppy, drinking a mixture of juice, pedialyte and water. She was wakeful on Sunday night, but no puking! I was so relieved.

The amount of laundry produced by Precious Baby's illness was staggering. I think Hubby and I did 5 or 6 loads yesterday. The sheets for our bed, her bed, all the towels that she either puked on or we used to clean her or ourselves, the multiple sets of jammies for each of us, it was just unreal.

I'm just so glad it's over and she's feeling better. There is nothing worse than knowing your precious child doesn't feel good.

But the laundry was a close second!

Monday, November 06, 2006

Christmas is coming.
Dont get me wrong, I love Christmas, and this one is going to be really exciting, because it will be the first one where precious baby will be old enough to know what is going on! that, alone is really exciting, and it will be even better because this year Boy is with us for Christmas (we alternate with his mom) and it always seems so much more like the holidays when he is with us, so it really means a lot to me.
it just seems so soon... the day after Halloween, I was driving past a shopping area near my home and they had already put out the christmas decorations! It just kind ups the ante, I guess, that now it's time for the holiday hysteria...
We are also going to MILs for Christmas this year.... I'd prefer to have Christmas at our house, because of all the stuff that we have to take with us for precious baby.... but I also realize that it means a lot to Hubby to see his family for Christmas.... guess I just wish they would come here! It really doesn't seem like christmas to me when it isn't at our house.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Halloween! Boo!
We took precious baby "trick or treating" last night.. sort of. We took her around to see some of our neighbors, dressed in her oh so cute jack o lantern outfit. She was so cute it just broke my heart. Then she "helped" me hand out candy. All the little kids in our neighborhood came by... lots of princesses, pirates, Buz Lightyear, Curious George, a teddy bear.... they were all so cute.

Then Hubby wanted to watch "Hostel" an nice gory horror movie. I don't like gore. I can deal with movies like Jason or Freddie or Michael Myers... they are so campy, they're hysterical. But this movie was creepy and very gory. Honestly, when it was time for precious baby's bath, I was relieved to have an excuse to get away from the TV.

Now, for Thanksgiving.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Football fever!
Boy's first play off game is this Saturday. I really am excited for him... to make the playoffs the first year you've ever played is quite an accomplishment!
Hubby tells me that they will probably lose... apparently the team they are playing is "really, really good" and they've been playing together for at least two years.
As I said before, this is Boy's first year, and the first year for most of his team mates.
I want to remain optimistic... his team plays with such heart... and they've proven themselves to really be a second half, comeback team... their last two games they came back to win in the second half after as much as a 21 point deficit.
I think they can do it... and I'll be there, cheering him on and yelling until I lose my voice.
Our beloved horns also play this weekend... Tech at Tech. I've learned over the years to never underestimate Texas Tech. So, I'm sure this will be a good game too. Of course, I'm certainly hoping that it's nothing like last week's game against Kansas... that was a nail biter to the end.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

I love Halloween. Always have. When I was a little kid, my mom, who stayed home with us when we were young, would make the most fantastic halloween costumes for us! She made a cute little witch dress for me, she made a lion costume for my brother, all kinds of things. I loved trick or treating, even though at the time, where we lived the houses were far part and you didn't get a whole lot of candy.

Last year, precious baby was a newborn and we didn't go trick or treating because Boy was with his mother, but we did hand out candy and show precious baby off.

This year, we'll dress her up as pumpkin (so cute!) and take her in the stroller to a few houses early, and then hand out candy.

We haven't been to an actual pumpkin patch, but our friend, A, took this really cute picture of precious baby this last weekend while we were faux camping that really sums up the fall season.

One of the things that I really love about Halloween now, is that we live in a small neighborhood where we know just about everyone. We don't see everyone every day, or even every week, but you see just about everyone on Halloween.

Oh, and of course, the candy.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

I love Fall.
The weather here where I live is so hot most of the year that it seems like we don't have seasons anymore... we have nine months of hot, and three months of not so hot.
So, I've learned that whenever we have fall like weather, one must appreciate it, because it won't last!
This weekend, Hubby, Precious Baby and I "faux camped".

To explain...
Our friends, B and A, (who are actually Boy's mom and step dad!) own a popup camper and love to camp at area parks here in Texas. "Faux Camping" is when we go to the park where they are camping on day pass and hang out with them, cooking out for dinner, etc, but go home and sleep in our own comfy beds.

which we did this weeked, after Boy's football game (which his team won!). The occasion was A's birthday. We hung out at beautiful Jimm Hogg Park in Georgetown, Texas. B and A got a great camping spot, with a lovely, panoramic view of Lake Georgetown. The weather was fabulous... not too hot during the day, and then it cooled off to crisp sweater weather after dark. B and A made this great tamale pie in a dutch over over an open fire. So tasty! I would have loved to stay later and enjoy the fire they made, but Preciousl baby wasn't feeling so well, and it was way past her bedtime, so we went home early.

The rest of the weekend was great though...on Sunday Hubby and I made 2 Indian Style BBQ chickens... one was tandori style and the other was rubbed witha mixture of cumin, tumeric, garam masala, lime and a little olive oil. Yummy! I made basmati rice and a mild vegtable curry to go with it.

Guess that's what I like best about fall... being outside, with friends, and not feeling like you're about to expire from the heat. I love the fact that now that it's cooler, Hubby likes to cook out more... I just love the food that he grills... it's always good! Not to mention that I don't have to cook it!
Not to mention Halloween... my favorite holiday.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Ok, rant about work.

I work for a state agency that protects children and regulates daycares, residential treatment centers, and the like. Specifically, my job is to prevent people who have prior findings of abuse or neglect against them from getting jobs in day care centers, or in any other facility that deals with children that my agency regulates.

It horrifies me sometimes how lax people can be about their children. Day in and day out, I read cases about parents who allowed their spouse or significant other to beat their children, or who knowingly allowed a sexual predator to have access to their children. How can a parent do this?! It just floors me. Do these parents have some major part of their protective instincts missing? I may be paranoid, but there are very, very few people I would leave precious baby or Boy (and he's almost 12!) with. Sadly, the sexual predator or abuser is often a boyfriend or some family member. It may just be me, but I believe that once you have had children, they come first, always, and their needs come before yours... so that means that if your boyfriend is a bad guy, your children's safety has to come first, and that trumps your love for or need to be with the boyfriend, or your need to "protect" a family member.

It's just sad, isn't it?

ok, rant over.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Precious baby's birthday party!

boy, what a party! I think we had about 35 people in out house and backyard! Lots of kids and parents! I was so touched by the outpooring of love (and gifts!) that precious baby received. Hubby and I had been talking earlier that week about needing to get Precious baby some fall clothes... not any more. She got so many cute little outfits for her birthday that she be superstylish for months.

Our living room looks like a the giraff store exploded in there. So many new toys! I think we are going to have to set up one end of the game room as a playroom for Precious baby... there's really no where else to put all the toys and I can't see carrying them up and down the stairs.

On another note, I found out this weekend that my parents sold their house... the home I grew up in. I am saddened. I mean, that's where I grew up, and so now I sort of feel .... unmoored, maybe? Like now I can't go home (not like I'd want to, but it's nice to have the option, right?). So, they are going to get rid of almost all of their stuff and move to the very far north end of town (an hour away) within the next month. Less than that, actually.

Dad suggested that if I wanted anything, I should let them know... have to think about that. Maybe they might not keep the dining room table? I'd take that.

And, Boy won his football game this week! If the team wins their next game (this weekend) they will go to the play offs! He's so excited, and hubby and I are so proud.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

She is walking!

Precious baby is walking. She's been working on it for a while... and she still is... she's walking about four or five steps, falling on her behind, and then getting up and going again. I'm so thrilled, but a little sad too... she's getting to be such big girl! I look at her and wonder what happened to my tiny little baby?

It feels like I gave birth yesterday... and her first birthday is onTuesday! I'm not ready for her to grow up!

Please, stay a baby for just a little longer?

I know, it's silly.... and I'm proud of her, really I am (sniffling a little). I guess this is what I'm in for... being proud and just a little sad at each great milestone.

Speaking of birthdays, precious baby's party is this weekend, and it's going to be quite a bash... 28 people... 10 children and their parents are attending! That's a lot of cake! I had planned to bake lots of cupcakes, but considering the size of the guest list, I'm starting to reconsider that idea. My SIL suggested that I just get cake at the grocery store... and I may just go that route. It sure would be nice to take at least one thing out of this very busy weeked. Besides Precious baby's party on saturday, the Boy (my step son, age 11) has football practice on Friday night, which means we'll have to wait around for him to be done with practice, which means dinner will be late (but I refuse to have dinner without him. dinnner time is family time!). Both sets of ILs will be in town for precious baby's birthday, so there will be family to entertain, and the Boy has a football game on Saturday, late in the afternoon, the dinner with the family after. Sunday we'll all have brunch together, and then, I guess I need to start getting everything for next week together. Meh.

Much as I love Boy, and love seeing him play, I would be perfectly happy if his game were called due to weather (it could happen... there's rain in the forecast all weekend) just so that the frenetic pace of the weekend would slow just a bit.

I guess I need a vacation.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006


Finally, it occurred to me what would be a great favor for precious baby's birthday party! Bubbles? Who doesn't like bubbles? Fun for all, young and old and non gender specific!

Now I just need to find somewhere that sells them in bulk.... having just checked evite, we have a lot of yes responses... and that means a lot of kids at my hoouse this Saturday!

Now, if I can just find the time to coordinate everything else I need to do, and clean the house too, I'll be all set!

yeah, right.

Monday, October 09, 2006

So, my precious baby will officially turn one year old next tuesday, but Hubby, Dear Boy (my stepson, age 11) and I will be throwing precious baby her first birthday party this weekend. Hubby and I thus made the "Birthday gift pilgrimage" this weekend at the bulls eye store.

Picking out the plates and napkins and decorations was fairly simple... I didn't want anything too girly (per Hubby, who scorns pink) or anything themed... I figured there will plenty of time for her to ask for all the princess stuff when she she's old enough to be aware of it. I quickly picked out some cute plates and naps with a brightly colored birthdaycake slice on them. They coordinated well with the evites I'd sent out the week before. Decorations were a cinch... multi colored balloons and streamers that I already had at home.

I was totally stumped, however, by the issue of party favors. Until recently, it had never crossed my mind, but precious baby and I had recently attended the first birthday party for the daughter of a good friend. At that party, precious baby had received, as a "parting gift" a cute little chinese takeout style box that contained several little animal figures, some plastic, some stuffed, that were of course, all appropriate for the birthday girl's party theme, which was zoo animals.

Clearly, favors are not only important, but are required, must be age/gender appropriate, original, and cutely presented.

The bulls eye store had no shortatge of choices, however, as I stood there in the aisle, I found myself becoming more and more concerned that everything on offer was a choking hazard. What in the world could I get for favors that would be appropriate for one year olds, and yet still be fun for slightly older children as well? Bead necklaces? Maybe for the girls, but what if someone broke the string and choked on the beads? Little cars? So small they would easily fit in someone's mouth. Stickers? At the last party, precious baby tried to eat an entire sheet of them and got pretty upset when I swept them all out of her mouth, so that was out of the question. And on and on it went. There seemed to be nothing appropriate.

Dejected, I left the favor aisle. Hubby was urging me to get to the toys, his favorite part.

As I perused the toy department with Hubby, my dejection faded. I'd figure something out about the favors. Far more importantly, what would precious baby receive from Mommy and Daddy on her first birthday? Hubby and I looked and discussed for quite sometime. Finally, we agreed that some kind of ride on toy would be fun... precious baby isn't quite ready for a trikey yet but we agreed that some thing she can scoot around on would be fun.

But what kind? the princess mobile, all in pink with sparkly jewels embedded on every surface? The edu mobile, with discourse in both spanish and english? The blue puppy rider, which has 10 silly songs available at the push of a paw shaped button? Hubby and I were dizzy with choices. Finally, I saw it... perched on the top shelf, and it was the last one left. "Quick Hubby, reach up and grab it before someone else does!" I said. He retrieved the box... The kindly honey addicted bear mobile... that blows bubbles as precious baby scoots around on it! Thrilled, we placed in in the cart, made few other selections and left the bulls eye store.

Now, if I just get precious baby to be more interested in the scooter itself, rather than the box it came in.

Friday, October 06, 2006

I recently read a letter to the editor that was published in my home town newspaper that just riled me no end. The writer extolled nursing mamas to "cover up!" and stated that she was so offended to see boobs with babies "dangling off the nipple" all over the place!

I (quietly) went ballistic. I sent a response to the editor, which wasn't published (too bad) but also emailed the writer (the paper published her email address with her letter). Her ignorance astounded me. She wasn't a mother, had no children. Just spouting off her own squeemish opinion.

Now I'm all for free speech, and this woman is no exception. She can express her opinions, no matter what the basis, all she wants. But to insult others who are just feeding their children.... geez!

It got me thinking. Why are we, as a culture, so offended by a breastfeeding mother but we have no qualms about a woman in tiny bikini selling beer, cars, you name it? Why is this OK? I barely show any skin when I NIP (nurse in public) and most people probably think I'm just cuddling my child. Yet I would never appear in public wearing a bikini, or for that matter, a belly tee or a "boobie shirt" yet these items are standard issue for just about any teenaged girl (and plenty of adult women too) but there's no great outcry about potential pedophiles or sex offenders getting aroused by scantily clad young girls!

In fact, there is so much squemishness about breast feeding in our culture, that my state, along with thiry-something others, has passed laws that protect a mother's right to breast feed in public. That's right all you squeemish folk... my right to breastfeed in public (and possibly offend you in the process) is legally protected. And just fyi... there is no legally recognized right no to be offended, so all of you who are need to just avert your eyes.

Why oh why has our culture sexualized the breast to this degree? For all of human history, breasts were feed bags. Think about it. Before the advent of infant formula, all babies were breastfed if they were to survive. There was no alternative. Breast feeding wasn't just normal, it was common place and everyday, and in fact, the survival of the human race was dependant upon it. But in only a few short generations, we have gone from commonplace to "wierd" and offending other people. That's right, the boobie patrol is worried about offending other people.

So, say it with me mamas, and say it loud:

Thank you. I'll be stepping down from my soap box for now.