Since I haven’t been feeling so hot these past few days, poor SH has taken over just about every household chore there is.  And while he has done a FABULOUS job, I wanted to try to give him a break and do a few things myself.

My first task was to hang up some laundry that had just finished drying.  I grabbed a shirt and reach for a hanger and started to put the two together.  By the end of that grueling task my arms were shaking like crazy.  Hmmm…this isn’t going to work.

Beep, boop, beep, beep boop, beep, beep….riiiiiiing, riiiiiing: “Hi.  Mommy?  Can you come help me please?”

And since my Mommy is super awesome cool, she did, in fact, come to help me.

In the end she:

  1. did 1,925 loads of laundry
  2. cleaned the guest bath (sink, counter, toilet, swept floors, Swifer-ed floors, shower doors and cleaned the bath tub)
  3. tidied the kitchen and did the dishes approximately 4,856 times
  4. went to Publix
  5. made me chicken noodle soup
  6. made me rice krispie squares
  7. sorted through the baby’s clothes that don’t fit anymore
  8. tidied the baby’s changing area
  9. hung up the baby’s new clothes (including his Christmas outfit that it to DIE for)
  10. tidied our master bedroom
  11. dusted our master bedroom
  12. cleaned the master bath (sink, counter, toilet, swept floor, Swifer-ed floors and dusted)
  13. bathed the baby

I was always nearby and I did what I could.  For example, I folded the clothes and towels, because I could do that sitting down.  Mommy just did pretty much everything else.

And then my super awesome cool Daddy came and fixed the bed frame in the guest bedroom!  It keeps falling apart and then the frame sticks out beyond the edge of the mattress.  Well, we put the baby’s PJ’s on using that bed for every nap.  This means every nap you SLAM your foot into the stupid jutting out bed frame.  And it makes you curse.  Then cry.  Because it always hurt.  A lot.

So thanks to my loving, super awesome cool parents my SH got a much needed break from housework and I got lots of help.


It’s yearend at work.

I’m a touch busy.

I’ll be back.

The crazy only takes a time out for so long…

“I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult.”

     ~E.B. White

DSFSC and I found a Mommy and Me class.  I have been looking for one for several months but they all met Monday through Thursday and I needed it to be held on a Friday.  I received an email from my church that they were starting up a Mommy and Me group and I jumped right on in.

The first class was…odd.  I’m not really sure what I was expecting.  I think I had anticipated a bunch of children hanging out and running around and every once and a while a little baby skirmish breaking out.  Come on now, you know pre-toddlers can be a little WWF.

And there was some of that, but it was towards the end.  For the first 45 minutes it was just like you see on TV.  A bunch of Mom’s sitting in a circle, singing songs and bouncing around their baby’s.

I’m okay with this.  It threw me for a little, but I’m okay with it.  The kid LOVES music so he was basically just rocking out and having a blast.

But then they did something I couldn’t get behind.  They had a “Mommy/Baby cuddle time”.  They put on soft, soothing music and your are supposed to cradle your precious little baby close to your chest, curl in over them and stare and coo and ooo and aaahhh.

Ya right.

I tried that with my sweet little baby and he looked at me like “Really?  Momma, seriously? We’re *really* going to do this?”

I have to admit, he was echoing my thoughts to the letter.  So we exchanged a knowing look and I let him just stand in front of me and dance to the music in his head.

Why cuddle when you can MOVE?!?!

Here’s a picture of the little one at the meeting.  I have a bunch more, but other little kids are in them and I’m not about to go post someone else’s kid on the big wide interweb.

That ain’t right.

Yesterday Ashton and I went to an all day scrapbooking event.  There was much cutting and pasting and only one cut.  We arrived around 9:00 am and left there at 10:30 pm!

Late night for me!

As we are heading home we arrive at the entrance to our highway.  I approach the entrance and state “North or South…north or south…north, Orlando, yes, that’s where we need to go.  North.”

So we head into the north on-ramp and Ashton turns to me and asks “But…don’t we live south?”

“Hmm.  Yes, yes we do.  Oops.”

Ashton: “I kinda wish I had said something sooner now.”

We ended up having to go the wrong direction for 7 miles before we could turn around.

Hey Ash, it’s our first misadventure together!.  Here’s to many more to come!

“Momma?  What’s that, Momma?  …It’s a little bit scary.”

Our recent purchase of  new baby footwear has opened the door for new baby adventures.  This weekend we ventured into the dun dun DUUUN: Back yard!

There were a great many things to observe and wonder at.

Like grass.

“Sweet Baby?  Momma doesn’t want you to eat the grass.”

“Sweet baby!!  That is NOT appropriate! I’m shocked by your behavior.”

“Yes, you had better run you little cheeky monster.”

Ugh.  every single person in my household is sick.

The baby started it.  Then SH picked it up and I’ve followed in at a close third.

The only one not sick is that cat…but he’s potentially a little sick in the head, so…

All I’m saying is that it’s not a fabulous time in this house.

This past weekend baby boy finally got some big boy shoes!!

BIG is the operative word here.  In the end we had to purchase a size 5 EXTRA wide.  Not just wide, EXTRA wide.

I’m raising the next big foot.

Colleen from Silly Panda has created a Mario Bros nursery for her little boy.  Oh, it’s fabulous.  She doesn’t have any photo’s on her site yet (you planning of fixing that Missy?), but her Mario Bros themed baby shower is there.  Definitely worth a check.

I was in Sears this Sunday and saw this:

I, of course, instantly sent her a text of this image, but it’s so fabulous, I wanted to share it with you all.