Saturday, June 27, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Mark Twain, in "Bringing Up Father," Reader's Digest, September 1937
Happy Father's Day to all of the dad's out there! You are much appreciated.
Friday, June 19, 2009
In the past ten days or so I have had cravings for the following:
baby back ribs
salt and vinegar potato chips
hushpuppies with melted butter
Claussen dill pickles
steak and baked potato
a BLT loaded with bacon
Why can't I want healthy things like fresh fruit or veggies? I'm sure you've heard the stories of the women who just can't get enough oranges or whatever and they wake up in the middle of the night peeling and ravenously eating oranges over the kitchen sink. Why can't I be one of those women? I mean, seriously. Baby back ribs...?
Since these pregnancy cravings started my sodium intake has probably tripled. Not good.
Problem is, I would still be about willing to give my left arm for a hushpuppy tonight.
What did you crave when you were pregnant? Or just hungry and bored?
Thursday, June 18, 2009
I had to do a grocery store mystery shop today (which you are technically not supposed to bring children to, but mom and Julianna were with me so they got their own buggies and did their own shopping separate from me). Well, Julianna decided to misbehave and make it one of those shopping trips, pushing her kiddie cart around in people's way, selecting various items for the cart herself, running away from us, and grabbing and dropping plenty of other stuff along the way.
It was also 90-something degrees today and I started feeling sick as we were walking in to the grocery store. I had to sit down because I was shaking so badly. I think my blood sugar was low because once I drank a Pepsi I felt better right away. Just another one of those side effects of being pregnant I suppose.
With all the rain we've had lately, my child has not been able to run out any of her energy outside and I didn't particularly want to spend the afternoon out in the heat today so I spent the afternoon sorting baby clothes and starting to clean out the nursery while Jules entertained herself. That translates to a whole other slew of opportunities for her to act poorly making it one of those afternoons cooped up inside all day with a three-year-old.
Then as we were making dinner tonight Jules decided to CUT. HER. HAIR. Now she has a lovely 'do that unfortunately I think she's quite proud of.
I however, am not.
Yes it was one of those days.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
- summer television: waste of time or guilty pleasure?
- baked potatoes: butter, sour cream, bacon bits, chives, cheese? any or all?
- Facebook: must-do or proud resister?
- coupon clipping: yes or no?
- babyback ribs or key lime pie?
- Jeopardy or Wheel of Fortune?
- ocean waves or lazy river?
- pickles: dill or sweet?
- the economy: still ick or rebounding?
- eBay or Craigslist?
- Mexican food or sushi?
- Edward, Jacob, or who cares?
- pregnancy dreams: annoying or humorous?
- summer thunderstorms: music to your ears or pain in the rear?
- online games: good way to pass the time at work on a Friday or who has the time?
- So You Think You Can Dance: addicting entertainment or yawn?
- beach or mountains?
- hardback or paperback?
- Pepsi or Coke?
- Ellie or Josh? any bets?
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
- She gets excited about just watching Daddy play video games.
- She just discovered water balloons and water guns for the first time.
- Junk from the Target $1 bins bring her great pleasure.
- She played with her first lightning bug tonight.
- She stills likes to sit in your lap or lay her head against your arm while she watches TV.
- She needs reassurance every time she hears thunder or sees lightning.
- She doesn't need to be carried anymore and can entertain herself for long periods of time.
- Cute things come out of her mouth all the time (like how she tells everyone that the babies in Mommy's belly are named 'O' and 'Fireworks').
- She hasn't dropped her nap yet and she sleeps throughout the night.
- She's not too old to give a tight hug to her Mama.