Well, yes, it is bound to happen, only I wasn’t wanting to let it happen so soon in the game. I went to a friend’s house tonight for a crafting party. It was fun! I showed up a 1/2 hour early. Uh, oops. Fortunately, said friend was cool & put me to work prepping appetizers, which I was more than happy to do.
Next time I’ll pay closer attention to the start time. I could have sworn it said 7. Really!
When I found out I was pregnant, I really and truly wanted a blue-eyed baby. Boy or girl, blue eyes please.
My dad has the most amazing blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Blue as the sky and so bright. They are striking. I so wanted my little boy to have those eyes. Instead, he got the same blue that I, my brother, and my mom have. They sometimes tend a little more towards gray, depending on what color we’re wearing. But my dad? His eyes never change – they are always the same vibrant pools of blue.
So while it’s nice that my boy has the exact eyes that I do, I wanted to pass on something else. The poor kid already has so many of my traits that it’s scary. He never even had a chance. I’m sure he’ll thank me (and never let me forget it) later.
really, I am. I am still filled with so much sadness for Shana and disinterest in things past work obligations and holding my little guy as tight as I can. I will get my groove back at some point. I promise. Soon.
Had a really nice night with hubby, complete with music and motorcycles. I’ll be back later today with details.
A couple of people claimed the coupons. Thanks, ladies!
I recently got to try the new Kraft cheese 2% singles. Guess what? They’re made with milk from cows not treated with added growth hormones (rbST). Once I heard that, I was eager to check them out.
We eat a LOT of grilled cheeses in our household. It’s a comfort food for us, and the kid seems to like them, too.
We gathered everything we needed to make a grilled cheese (in case you’ve never made one, that would be bread, butter, and cheese). And you know what? It was pretty darn good! I couldn’t tell a difference between the 2% and regular singles. Yet by using the 2% singles, we’re cutting a little bit of fat out of our diet – just like when we drink 2% milk! How many of us buy 2% milk but don’t think to buy cheese made with the same?
I have two coupons to try a 12 oz package of Kraft singles. So if you’d like to be one to try it, just respond in the comments. If needed, I’ll draw randomly to select names. I’ll wait until the weekend, and then contact the winners to get these mailed out asap.
(Disclaimer: Yes, my son is under 2 and yes, we give him whole milk as recommended. Just trying to head off any emails that might tell me what I’m doing wrong.)
I decided to try “Not Me Monday” and see how it goes. This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.
How about you? What did you not do today?
We bought a doorway jumper a few months ago, since the kid loves to stand on our laps and bounce. For what seems like hours. And hours. He resisted the jumper, though. He tried for a little while, but didn’t like something about it. He cried after a few minutes each time I put him in. So into the closet it went.
But as with most of his toys, if we just wait a while he might like them. And the last two days, he finally likes it. Actually, he loves it.
You know those videos of kids, where they’re trying so hard not to fall asleep in their food or during whatever activity enthralls them at the moment? That’s my son in his jumper. He bounces and bounces, until he can’t even keep his head up. His pace will slow, his head starts to loll, then he furiously starts bouncing again. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Here’s the thing. I can’t stop laughing. He’s so tired that I really want to put him to bed. But he’s not ready to stop bouncing. It’s a cross between pitiful and hysterical. Mostly hysterical. Because the cute? It kills.
Before putting him to bed? I grabbed the video camera. Of course.
The news is here… BlogHer ‘09 is going to be in Chicago again! And this time, instead of the Navy Pier (which was nice, btw, but a bit of a hike from the hotels), we’ll be at the Sheraton and Towers. (Wasn’t that formerly the Hilton and Towers?)
It’ll be nice to be back in the midwest again. And this time, I’m hoping to have a chance to putter around Chi-town a bit. Hope I’ll get to see you there!
Shiver me timbers! Of course I couldn’t let a day like this pass me by. What day, you say?
Aaarrrrr, that would be International Talk Like a Pirate Day. What else, ya landlubbers? It gives me a bit of a chance to throw out me favorite joke of all time. Avast me hearties, and listen well.
A pirate walks into a bar with a boat wheel sticking out of his pants. The landlubbin’ bartender looks at him for a moment, then asks, “What’s with the boat wheel?”
I’ve been thinking a lot about being a mom. Things at work have had me reconsidering my role as a wife, mother, and employee. But that’s really another post for later. It’s the mother thing I want to talk about.
You see, I’ve been a “second” mom for ten years. My stepdaughter already has a mom, so that puts me in a secondary role in a lot of ways. I consider her my daughter, always have. Yet there’s a difference when you’re the primary mom, when you are the one who must take care of the most basic of needs for your child. While I had to care for her when her dad was out to sea, I still wasn’t really considered the parent.
But for the wee boy, I am. I’m there when he wakes up. When he cries. When he goes to sleep. And it gives me great joy to do so. These moments in time will only happen once for this small boy and I want to cherish every one. I’m not sure if we’ll have any more kids, so this may just be my only chance. If so, I don’t want to let a moment go by without being as fully present as I possibly can.
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