Thursday, January 29, 2009

Crush

Each day we get notes from preschool that highlight how K's day went.
On today's note, Pre-school Teacher N wrote that K and A (girl) were playing outside together and K gave her a kiss on the cheek. This is the same girl that K occassionally shoves, hits and generally tries to rough-house with.

It must be wuuuuvvv! LOL.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Monday, January 26, 2009

And More...

K has officially gone p** in the potty. Once. We'll take what we can get.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Perhaps More To Come

We have p**p in the potty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, it probably slid out of his b*tt involuntarily more than any effort on K's part (due to a cold virus reaking havoc on him) - but hey, a p**p is a p**p and we celebrate ANYTHING going into the potty right now!

Monday, January 19, 2009

Mantra

Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful

Some things have been brought to my attention (within my extended family) and I yearn for the same incredibly amazing fortune that I see around me; that seems to elude me.
And I'm forced to remember what I'm mentioned a mere 2 weeks ago - to NOT try to keep up with everyone else (because let's face it, my emotions can't keep up, much less my credit cards) and to be grateful for what I do have because it could be soooo much worse!

Thus is my mantra and I have to keep repeating it right now, because I feel slighted. I feel that the more I work and strive, the more someone else reaps the blessings.

Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

You Haven't Made It Until...

a silverware set is named after you:

Saturday, January 10, 2009

B-e-h-i-n-d

And not the kind you're thinking of!

I need to say a proper "thank you" to DD for the christmas card that she sent to little ol' me. Although, I think you were waaaaay too generous with your comments. :-)

Oh, and you read correctly; I typed christmas card.

See, I told you I was behind. I would've said I'm late, but then there'd be the whole converstation:
late?
yes.
late?
yes.
how late is late?

(you see where I'm going with this, I hope)

Saturday, January 3, 2009

On a rainy Saturday afternoon, we went to see:

Big Trains!


Little Trains!


Inside Trains!


More Inside Trains!


Next to Big Train Engines!


Train Cabooses!


Train Bell!


Streetcars!


Mommy Being Funny in a Train!


More Little Trains!



Whew! What a day!

Friday, January 2, 2009

Freakin' Snow, Already!

Hug the Moon

Looking out the bedroom window, still pre-dawn:

K: Mommy, look at the moon!

S: Oh, I see it.

K: I want up to see it.

I pick him up and we move closer to the window, the moon shining full, bright and close.

K: I want to hug it.

S: Lets do that. Put your arms out wide and give it a hug.

Little arms open, his body leans forward a bit, he hugs the moon.

S: Blow it a kiss

Smooch! We blow kisses to the moon.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Guess

iCarly
Drake & Josh
Sponge Bob Squarepants

Can you guess what the channel of choice is in our home? Can you guess who watches these shows (& it's not who you'd think)?

To The Man Who Past Me On My Run

While I don't know who you are and you have no idea who I am, when you smiled at me and gave your "Bravo" clap as I was huffing and puffing out the last steps of my jog - thank you.
There was a sincerity about the way you did it that, well, it was just nice.

In The Midst

These past few months, I've come to the realization that I've been trying to live up to other people's expectations. From the camera I buy, the books I read, to where I shop. It's been all about being/having the right thing. I can't keep up. It makes me miserable. Not to mention, the expectations change every week.

So, I'm in the midst of not giving a damn and just doing what's right for me and my family. I'm not even talking about my in-laws or extended family - just J, K and I.

It's a long time coming and I haven't mastered the art of not giving a f*ck quite yet, but I'm getting there. And I'm getting happier about it.

Why, You Ask?

When I lived on my own I relished being able to decorate my apartment any way I wanted to:
Move the couch? Why not!
Change the red curtains to blue? Sure!
String white christmas lights across the ceiling? What ambiance!

Over the years of being married and having a child, I've had to calm my inner "Change it all!" Since I can't move furniture or change the entire color scheme of the bathrooms on a whim, my only respite is my blog.

So, here we go for the new year.