For those of you that have already had babies, do you remember those pregnancy cravings (for those of you that haven’t had babies. . .just wait!)? How you’re all “I must have this one thing RIGHT NOW and if I don’t I will just continue to puke until you (DH) feel sorry enough for me to just go and get me some damn CHEESECAKE!!!”? Well, I have been blessed in the fact that those cravings never went away for me (no puking, however, so that’s a bonus) except they are a lot less often. But when they hit, I am OBSESSED with whatever I’m craving until I eat it and the craving is gone.
The last couple of weeks that craving has been for Chicken Fried Steak. I know, right? So not healthy, or really all that hard to make for that matter. But every time I was at the grocery store, I would forget. Until I got home and I was all “CRAP! The CHICKEN FRIED STEAK!” Wednesday, however, I finally remembered at the store, and while I was already planning dinner for that night, Thursday was just around the corner. Thursday, glorious Thursday!
I obsessed all day and as soon as it was time to start making dinner, I did a little happy dance out to the kitchen. I made my mashed potatoes, country style gravy, and buttered corn. Then I popped the CFS into the oven and set the timer. Everything was going according to plan. . .
When the timer buzzed, I made my way back out there and popped open the oven door. An odd colored smoke (blue-ish gray-ish brown-ish) came billowing out. Now, while I’m no Rachel Ray and have been known to burn a thing or two in my time, it really is near impossible to burn CFS patties. I looked at them and they didn’t look burnt. So I pulled them out and THAT’S when I noticed it. The little blue and red pool of melted plastic on the bottom of the oven. That’s when I established what the funky, yet familiar, smell was that had been permeating the kitchen since I opened the oven door.
Turns out CJ had left his prized eraser (he’d just gotten it for taking a reading test & getting a good grade on it) on my table. When I put the pan on the table before putting it in the oven, the eraser must have stuck to the bottom of the pan and fallen off when it started heating up.
Imagine if you will, the scene in A Christmas Story where Ralphie’s dad has been looking forward to the Turkey all Christmas morning, only to have it be devoured by Bumpass’ dogs. While there were no dogs present in my story, THAT’S the devastation that I felt.
And we ended up having Chinese afterwards. Which is good, but still not CFS.
CJ felt horribly bad, so I shared the story about the time I made my mom go on an Easter egg hunt and I hid an egg in the oven. She didn’t find it and I forgot about it. Until she started preheating the oven. Needless to say, we had a good laugh about it and I made my chiropractor laugh so hard she couldn’t even adjust me. So, it all turned out all right in the end, I guess. And after a mid-day full of people dumping bad news on me, I really needed to laugh.
How about you? Any good plastic-in-the-oven tales to share?
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Friday, November 16, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Hello! I Didn't Die!
That's it. The business of summer is behind me! I'm so happy I could cry! I've been working at least an extra half hour every day, if not an hour. Although I did get a free breakfast out of it, I'm wiped. But! Only a few more days until school starts and I get my afternoons back to myself! And this weekend is not busy! I'm going to Reba tomorrow night. And that is our only plans. Saturday will be spent catching up on the cleaning that is in dire need in this house!
The birthday party was awesome. Probably the easiest one we've done so far. Slime cake was deliciously disgusting:
So disgusting, in fact, that there were a couple kids who just couldn't bring themselves to eat it! And now my little man is 8 years old. Doesn't seem like it should be possible, but at the same time, it kind of seems like I've had him my whole life.
On Saturday we went fishing, and I caught a HUGE fish. Not eatable by my standards, but a ginormous one at any rate:
And speaking of this picture, it's disgusted me to the point that once school starts and I get my me time back, I'm hitting the diet thing HARD. So I've started another
blog called "Glamorous Redneck does Body by Glamour". I've been looking at the info about it in my magazine every month, and it seems like the most viable. More of a lifestyle change than actual diet. And I know we need to eat better, so it just makes sense.
There's nothing there yet, but starting next Tuesday, I'll be blogging over there too. And it'll be very honest. This will certainly not be the worst picture ever taken of me. So, if you feel like you could stand to lose a few, and you want to come along for the ride, check it out! I could always use a little moral support! Plus, the more the merrier, right?
The birthday party was awesome. Probably the easiest one we've done so far. Slime cake was deliciously disgusting:
So disgusting, in fact, that there were a couple kids who just couldn't bring themselves to eat it! And now my little man is 8 years old. Doesn't seem like it should be possible, but at the same time, it kind of seems like I've had him my whole life.
On Saturday we went fishing, and I caught a HUGE fish. Not eatable by my standards, but a ginormous one at any rate:
And speaking of this picture, it's disgusted me to the point that once school starts and I get my me time back, I'm hitting the diet thing HARD. So I've started another
blog called "Glamorous Redneck does Body by Glamour". I've been looking at the info about it in my magazine every month, and it seems like the most viable. More of a lifestyle change than actual diet. And I know we need to eat better, so it just makes sense.
There's nothing there yet, but starting next Tuesday, I'll be blogging over there too. And it'll be very honest. This will certainly not be the worst picture ever taken of me. So, if you feel like you could stand to lose a few, and you want to come along for the ride, check it out! I could always use a little moral support! Plus, the more the merrier, right?
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
You Can't Stop the Beat!
Evidently it's movie week here at Glamorous Redneck.
Last night I had a very much deserved Girl's night out to see Hairspray! with one of my very dear friends. It was AWESOME! I had seen the original movie, but it was years ago and so it was like seeing it for the first time. Plus, since it was a movie, then Broadway, and now a movie based on the Broadway show, it was probably different from the first movie too.
The songs were so good and the costumes were to DIE for! Friend and I were contemplating how to make dresses of our own. The voices were amazing, as were the actors.
Afterwards we headed to Applebee's for 1/2 price appetizers and I had a perfect margarita that was. . .well. . .perfect. I didn't get home until midnight and couldn't sleep because the songs just kept running through my head! I really COULDN'T stop the beat! lol
Diva was very determined to find out if it was an OK movie for her to see, so she felt it necessary to wake me up not once. not twice. but THREE TIMES to see if I was awake yet and find out if the movie would be OK. And that was after twice coming in my room to get clothes out of the laundry baskets.
The worst part of all of that is that this is an old house. An old house that doesn't have normal doors. The door to my bedroom has some sort of weird spring thing in the doorknob mechanism. The kids have yet to grasp the art of closing this door (turn knob, push door, hold with foot, unturn knob) so instead of doing it, they will slam the door. And when slamming the door just makes it come open again, they slam it again. And again. Until they slam it so hard it sounds like an A-Bomb went off outside my room and I'm awake for the day. Hmmmm. Maybe they do this on purpose. . .
Last night I had a very much deserved Girl's night out to see Hairspray! with one of my very dear friends. It was AWESOME! I had seen the original movie, but it was years ago and so it was like seeing it for the first time. Plus, since it was a movie, then Broadway, and now a movie based on the Broadway show, it was probably different from the first movie too.
The songs were so good and the costumes were to DIE for! Friend and I were contemplating how to make dresses of our own. The voices were amazing, as were the actors.
Afterwards we headed to Applebee's for 1/2 price appetizers and I had a perfect margarita that was. . .well. . .perfect. I didn't get home until midnight and couldn't sleep because the songs just kept running through my head! I really COULDN'T stop the beat! lol
Diva was very determined to find out if it was an OK movie for her to see, so she felt it necessary to wake me up not once. not twice. but THREE TIMES to see if I was awake yet and find out if the movie would be OK. And that was after twice coming in my room to get clothes out of the laundry baskets.
The worst part of all of that is that this is an old house. An old house that doesn't have normal doors. The door to my bedroom has some sort of weird spring thing in the doorknob mechanism. The kids have yet to grasp the art of closing this door (turn knob, push door, hold with foot, unturn knob) so instead of doing it, they will slam the door. And when slamming the door just makes it come open again, they slam it again. And again. Until they slam it so hard it sounds like an A-Bomb went off outside my room and I'm awake for the day. Hmmmm. Maybe they do this on purpose. . .
Monday, July 16, 2007
Week in a Nutshell
So hello! I disappeared for a while there, didn’t I? A brief rundown of what’s been going on:
Monday – Overtired and not feeling like blogging.
Tuesday – CJ had baseball playoffs. CJ saved the game and advanced their team when he caught a pop fly. He was so excited (as was the whole team)! I think I just might get a sport outta this boy yet!
CB had taken the day off work to watch because it was potentially their last game and he hadn’t been to one yet.
Wednesday – Another playoff game. CJ’s team won again. Rushed straight from game to work. They won again!
Thursday – Conference championship. Took the day off work because I wasn’t sure how long it was going to go. If they would have won, we would have had to get to another town for the Regional championship. We lost to a team that was undefeated, so the boys weren’t too upset. Took our time heading back home, stopping to play at parks and such.
Friday – Phone call at 6:00 AM (did you see that AM?!? No one calls that early unless someone’s died.) “Oh!” I think. “Must be time for [best friend, we’ll call Pam] to go to the hospital for baby!” So, I jumped out of bed, all excited. Here it was just one of the ladies from church calling to tell me that Pam and her hubby left for the hospital in the middle of the night and she needed someone to watch ½ of Pam’s kids today because she had to be at an orientation by 1:00 PM (did you see that PM? As in SEVEN HOURS after she called me?!?!?). I told her that I would check with Redneck Mom (she watches my kids on Fridays), however I would not be calling her until the humane hour of 8:00.
Had Pam’s girls at my house when her hubby called to tell them that their new little brother (this is #5!) was born. Can’t even begin to tell you how awesome it was to watch their little faces light up!
Saturday – CB & CJ went to a Cub Scouts day camp. Diva, Glamorous Mom and I had a girls’ day out! Started with a park excursion, then went to a Tastefully Simple party, then headed to semi-civ to shop and visit the new baby and family. They are all fantastic and new baby is PERFECT.
Sunday – Glamorous Dad is gone to San Diego for vacation. He left us the keys to the Jeep. We have been cruising all over town taking advantage of the lovely little Jeep Wrangler. It’s the closest I’ll get to a convertible in the near future, so we spent most of yesterday cruising around town. Love it!
Monday – Today I’m tired because Diva has been waking up at 5:00 in the morning. Cannot function on such little sleep. Need nappy.
Thanks for all the compliments on the new blog look! I promise I’ll be getting around to all of you in the next day or so. Today the kids are at VBS, so I’m working early. Which means we get our afternoons back. Which also means that I will be taking the monkeys to the pool to wear them out. Perhaps then they will not want to get up so stinking early in the morning!!!!
Monday – Overtired and not feeling like blogging.
Tuesday – CJ had baseball playoffs. CJ saved the game and advanced their team when he caught a pop fly. He was so excited (as was the whole team)! I think I just might get a sport outta this boy yet!
CB had taken the day off work to watch because it was potentially their last game and he hadn’t been to one yet.
Wednesday – Another playoff game. CJ’s team won again. Rushed straight from game to work. They won again!
Thursday – Conference championship. Took the day off work because I wasn’t sure how long it was going to go. If they would have won, we would have had to get to another town for the Regional championship. We lost to a team that was undefeated, so the boys weren’t too upset. Took our time heading back home, stopping to play at parks and such.
Friday – Phone call at 6:00 AM (did you see that AM?!? No one calls that early unless someone’s died.) “Oh!” I think. “Must be time for [best friend, we’ll call Pam] to go to the hospital for baby!” So, I jumped out of bed, all excited. Here it was just one of the ladies from church calling to tell me that Pam and her hubby left for the hospital in the middle of the night and she needed someone to watch ½ of Pam’s kids today because she had to be at an orientation by 1:00 PM (did you see that PM? As in SEVEN HOURS after she called me?!?!?). I told her that I would check with Redneck Mom (she watches my kids on Fridays), however I would not be calling her until the humane hour of 8:00.
Had Pam’s girls at my house when her hubby called to tell them that their new little brother (this is #5!) was born. Can’t even begin to tell you how awesome it was to watch their little faces light up!
Saturday – CB & CJ went to a Cub Scouts day camp. Diva, Glamorous Mom and I had a girls’ day out! Started with a park excursion, then went to a Tastefully Simple party, then headed to semi-civ to shop and visit the new baby and family. They are all fantastic and new baby is PERFECT.
Sunday – Glamorous Dad is gone to San Diego for vacation. He left us the keys to the Jeep. We have been cruising all over town taking advantage of the lovely little Jeep Wrangler. It’s the closest I’ll get to a convertible in the near future, so we spent most of yesterday cruising around town. Love it!
Monday – Today I’m tired because Diva has been waking up at 5:00 in the morning. Cannot function on such little sleep. Need nappy.
Thanks for all the compliments on the new blog look! I promise I’ll be getting around to all of you in the next day or so. Today the kids are at VBS, so I’m working early. Which means we get our afternoons back. Which also means that I will be taking the monkeys to the pool to wear them out. Perhaps then they will not want to get up so stinking early in the morning!!!!
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Worst Cartoon Ever?
I was reading a little MSN article about the worst cartoons ever made. Granted, I knew before I even clicked on the link there were going to be some of my favorites on the list. When they listed Transformers, I was only marginally surprised. Pokemon did not surprise me one bit. Then I scrolled down and saw the one cartoon that ruled my Saturday mornings. The people who wrote the article claimed that Jem and the Holograms belongs on the list of worst cartoons ever. WTF? That cartoon RULED! I own(ed) practically every single doll they ever made. I had the stage, the car, Synergy, the works! I spent days on end being Jem. She was by far the coolest rock star of my youth!
Then they go so far as to say that My Little Pony and She-ra weren't any better. I'm sorry, but I look at cartoons today compared to the ones that I grew up with and I'm sad. Sad that they seem to need to stick such mature themes in them (like the wizardry and the destroying of everything and everyone) I miss the days of Muppet Babies and He-Man and She-ra. When cartoons were strictly entertainment for little ones on Saturday mornings. Granted there are some good ones today too, but nothing seems to come close to the stuff that we grew up with.
Maybe that's just part of growing up. I'm sure that Glamorous Mom would say that her cartoons were way better than mine were. So what do you think? Check the whole list out here and see if your favorite is on the list. Do you agree? Disagree? Discuss. . .
In other news, the spawn have redeemed themselves thoroughly. I went to get my haircut this morning and they played so nicely whilst we were there that I didn't hear a peep out of them. So, maybe I'll go pick them up on Saturday like I'm supposed to. Because the truth of the matter is that once it gets to be about 10:00 on the morning after they've left me, I'm kind of wandering around aimlessly and am lost without them. I almost feel guilty for needing to be away from them, but I remind myself that it's best for everyone's sanity if we all get a break every now and then. Because I do love my kids with all my heart and they are my whole world. Just sometimes need to unplug from the world on occasion.
And just when I finished typing that sentimental little tidbit they started fighting again with the classic "He's touching me!" "I'm not doing anything to her, Mommy."
Ahhh, the joys of summer.
Then they go so far as to say that My Little Pony and She-ra weren't any better. I'm sorry, but I look at cartoons today compared to the ones that I grew up with and I'm sad. Sad that they seem to need to stick such mature themes in them (like the wizardry and the destroying of everything and everyone) I miss the days of Muppet Babies and He-Man and She-ra. When cartoons were strictly entertainment for little ones on Saturday mornings. Granted there are some good ones today too, but nothing seems to come close to the stuff that we grew up with.
Maybe that's just part of growing up. I'm sure that Glamorous Mom would say that her cartoons were way better than mine were. So what do you think? Check the whole list out here and see if your favorite is on the list. Do you agree? Disagree? Discuss. . .
In other news, the spawn have redeemed themselves thoroughly. I went to get my haircut this morning and they played so nicely whilst we were there that I didn't hear a peep out of them. So, maybe I'll go pick them up on Saturday like I'm supposed to. Because the truth of the matter is that once it gets to be about 10:00 on the morning after they've left me, I'm kind of wandering around aimlessly and am lost without them. I almost feel guilty for needing to be away from them, but I remind myself that it's best for everyone's sanity if we all get a break every now and then. Because I do love my kids with all my heart and they are my whole world. Just sometimes need to unplug from the world on occasion.
And just when I finished typing that sentimental little tidbit they started fighting again with the classic "He's touching me!" "I'm not doing anything to her, Mommy."
Ahhh, the joys of summer.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
She's got the best of both worlds!
So after much searching, painting, and possibly some internal cursing, I do believe we've got the whole Hannah Montana deal figured out. I was trying to replicate the logo from the show, but then I remembered the whole "I don't know how to draw a straight line" and "I don't have the right colors of paint", so I instead decided to just print the darn thing from the lovely interweb.
Diva is very anxious for the parade tonight and I have successfully pissed off CB because I told him that he has to be there to support his daughter. God forbid we go out in the community and socalize! Oh, the humanity of it all!!! And why would I want him to be cheering on his daughter when he could be out fishing! Aren't I just the WORST. WIFE. EVER?!?!? lol Not really, and he's probably not THAT mad at me. At least I don't think he is.
So, I'm now going to attempt to get some work done. It's amazing how much harder it is to be productive when you go to work in the middle of the day. It takes most of my energy to just keep myself on task, let alone actually accomplish what I'm working on!
Wish me luck!
Diva is very anxious for the parade tonight and I have successfully pissed off CB because I told him that he has to be there to support his daughter. God forbid we go out in the community and socalize! Oh, the humanity of it all!!! And why would I want him to be cheering on his daughter when he could be out fishing! Aren't I just the WORST. WIFE. EVER?!?!? lol Not really, and he's probably not THAT mad at me. At least I don't think he is.
So, I'm now going to attempt to get some work done. It's amazing how much harder it is to be productive when you go to work in the middle of the day. It takes most of my energy to just keep myself on task, let alone actually accomplish what I'm working on!
Wish me luck!
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Mini Van moping and other nonsense
So I'm still not over the whole fact that, yes, I own a mini-van. And I've noticed something since I've been driving it: I get passed a lot more often. Like, a lot.
My car was a Taurus with a 24 valve DOHC engine. I don't know what all that crap means (CB has explained it to me, but all I heard was "blah blah blah FASTER blah blah blah") So, we call it the racecar. And it is fast. And I do not get to drive it very often anymore. But, when I did drive it, I NEVER got passed. Except when we were in the cities because those people drive 900 miles an hour and I am not as experienced at the whole Interstate experience as I would like to be.
Now, however, I am passed at least twice. And I'm only driving ten miles. In the middle of the day. This drives me crazy. Inever always drive the speed limit, so I'm appalled that I am still getting passed by people. So what is it? Is my speedometer off? Or do people just think "ahh, it's just one of those law-abiding-soccer-moms, so I'll pass"?? < / rant>
In other news, this week is once again our town celebration. The one where all the cowboys come to town. Diva will be dancing downtown tomorrow night after the kiddie parade. A kiddie parade which we had all decided we were NOT going to be a part of. Until last night when Diva heard her dance teacher talking about making sure you get your clothes changed after the Kiddie Parade so that all the little darlings are ready to dance. Then all of a sudden Diva HAD to be in the kiddie parade. "Fine." I told her. "As soon as YOU come up with something you would like to be in the parade, I will be more than happy to call and register you." Partly because I was not feeling motivated enough to try and be creative about a theme, but mostly because I get too damn competitive and when my kids don't win I take it as a personal insult. So, for the sanity of all involved, we were not going that route.
But then this morning, she had a plan. Now we are rushing to put together a Hannah Montana costume. Luckily she got a really cool microphone for her birthday and has long blonde-ish hair (it'll work), so I just need to buy her some trendy looking clothes and make a sign to decorate the wagon that will supply her lip-syncing music (which I bribed CJ to please please, PLEASE pull for her).
So, I'm off to research our new favorite TV show for fashion ideas.
My car was a Taurus with a 24 valve DOHC engine. I don't know what all that crap means (CB has explained it to me, but all I heard was "blah blah blah FASTER blah blah blah") So, we call it the racecar. And it is fast. And I do not get to drive it very often anymore. But, when I did drive it, I NEVER got passed. Except when we were in the cities because those people drive 900 miles an hour and I am not as experienced at the whole Interstate experience as I would like to be.
Now, however, I am passed at least twice. And I'm only driving ten miles. In the middle of the day. This drives me crazy. I
In other news, this week is once again our town celebration. The one where all the cowboys come to town. Diva will be dancing downtown tomorrow night after the kiddie parade. A kiddie parade which we had all decided we were NOT going to be a part of. Until last night when Diva heard her dance teacher talking about making sure you get your clothes changed after the Kiddie Parade so that all the little darlings are ready to dance. Then all of a sudden Diva HAD to be in the kiddie parade. "Fine." I told her. "As soon as YOU come up with something you would like to be in the parade, I will be more than happy to call and register you." Partly because I was not feeling motivated enough to try and be creative about a theme, but mostly because I get too damn competitive and when my kids don't win I take it as a personal insult. So, for the sanity of all involved, we were not going that route.
But then this morning, she had a plan. Now we are rushing to put together a Hannah Montana costume. Luckily she got a really cool microphone for her birthday and has long blonde-ish hair (it'll work), so I just need to buy her some trendy looking clothes and make a sign to decorate the wagon that will supply her lip-syncing music (which I bribed CJ to please please, PLEASE pull for her).
So, I'm off to research our new favorite TV show for fashion ideas.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Hot in the city Country
We survived our first day of blasting heat. The outlook is bleak, however for the Glamorous Dad who DID NOT PUT SUNCREEN ON MY BABIES! Which has caused them to be sufficiently sunburned almost to the point of blistering. Needless to say I was LIVID. So, I will be lathering them up with SPF 982 to ensure that the blisters do not happen. Because I've had the blisters and they hurt like a mutha.
Evidently all the classes were really fun yesterday and we lucked out with the weather because it wasn't nearly as humid as it was supposed to be. But that sun was HOT. I was just outside this morning and it's actually quite pleasant out there. I just wish that the kids' outside activities were in the morning instead of at 11, 1, and 2. I'll just keep them lathered and hydrated.
I'm feeling like I'm really missing out on all the fun. Hopefully things at work will change in the next few weeks and I'll be able to actually watch some of the games and such. I am planning on taking this Thursday off to prepare for Birthday Insanity 2007. I'll be busy making fairy-sized cakes, stapling curling ribbon together for magic wands, and frosting cupcakes to look like toadstools.
I love all this party-planning stuff, and if I could do it for a living I totally would. In fact, the plans are sort of in the works for some friends of mine. And I think it would work because there are more than enough little girls in this town that would love a state-of-the-art party. So it's kind of exciting!
Now I'm off to drop Diva at her dance and theater classes, then tonight we're going to our first Cub Scout meeting where CB is going to be the Den Leader. It's so cute how excited my boys are about this whole ordeal. I'm just glad that it's started up again because CJ doesn't like the sports so much and needed something that wasn't PS2 to entertain himself with!
Evidently all the classes were really fun yesterday and we lucked out with the weather because it wasn't nearly as humid as it was supposed to be. But that sun was HOT. I was just outside this morning and it's actually quite pleasant out there. I just wish that the kids' outside activities were in the morning instead of at 11, 1, and 2. I'll just keep them lathered and hydrated.
I'm feeling like I'm really missing out on all the fun. Hopefully things at work will change in the next few weeks and I'll be able to actually watch some of the games and such. I am planning on taking this Thursday off to prepare for Birthday Insanity 2007. I'll be busy making fairy-sized cakes, stapling curling ribbon together for magic wands, and frosting cupcakes to look like toadstools.
I love all this party-planning stuff, and if I could do it for a living I totally would. In fact, the plans are sort of in the works for some friends of mine. And I think it would work because there are more than enough little girls in this town that would love a state-of-the-art party. So it's kind of exciting!
Now I'm off to drop Diva at her dance and theater classes, then tonight we're going to our first Cub Scout meeting where CB is going to be the Den Leader. It's so cute how excited my boys are about this whole ordeal. I'm just glad that it's started up again because CJ doesn't like the sports so much and needed something that wasn't PS2 to entertain himself with!
Friday, May 25, 2007
Now I'm Freeeee/Freee birthin'
I happened across an article on MSN yesterday that was talking about the latest trend in labor and delivery of children. “Free birthing” is a supposedly “empowering” birth experience without medical intervention (read the article here if you’re curious). Seriously, it’s legal as long as YOU are the one that catches YOUR baby. It becomes illegal if an untrained husband or friend assists in any way.
This absolutely boggles my mind! Now, we are getting pretty close to six years since the last time I had any labor pains whatsoever. But the pain is still fresh in my mind. It is certainly NOT something I would want to do all by MYSELF! Seriously, who has the wherewithal during delivery to actually deliver your own baby? I couldn’t even remember how to breathe, let alone how to do the whole thing all by myself!
So what’s your take on it? Would you do it, Ladies? I know that women have been giving birth for thousands of years without medical assistance, but the thought of doing the whole thing all alone is frightening to me. And it sounds dangerous!
This absolutely boggles my mind! Now, we are getting pretty close to six years since the last time I had any labor pains whatsoever. But the pain is still fresh in my mind. It is certainly NOT something I would want to do all by MYSELF! Seriously, who has the wherewithal during delivery to actually deliver your own baby? I couldn’t even remember how to breathe, let alone how to do the whole thing all by myself!
So what’s your take on it? Would you do it, Ladies? I know that women have been giving birth for thousands of years without medical assistance, but the thought of doing the whole thing all alone is frightening to me. And it sounds dangerous!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Dancing with GR
On Saturday night Diva and I packed up and headed over to the High School to hang out until it was time for the Recital. Once the crowd started filtering in, I started getting a little nervous. But Diva was just as excited as can be. She was READY. TO. PERFORM!
I settled in a seat at the way back of the auditorium so as to be able to make a quick exit when our turn to dance came. The first three dances went on and then it was Diva and her class’ turn. They were adorable. It was their tap first and they did it to “Born to Hand Jive.” Diva even threw in a little improve and—according to several other people—stole the show. I got a little choked up at the end of the dance.
I didn’t think I’d be so emotional, but dang that girl has dancing in her veins. You can see it in her eyes while she’s smiling and spinning and tapping her way through the routine. And I was just so proud of my little girl dancing in the front row!
A few more dances came and went and before we knew it, it was our turn to show off what we’d spent the last nine months learning. As we were standing backstage, I had a brief moment of “What the hell was I thinking?”, but once the curtains flew open and the music started, I was having a blast! Everyone screamed for us when our dance was over. And while I think it was mostly because our dance teacher was out there and no one has seen her dance on stage in years, I’m so not above saying that we got the loudest applause of the night.
It felt like such a huge accomplishment to be standing there as the curtains closed. Afterwards, we had so many people come up to us and say how brave we were and how awesome we’d done. And I think I even recruited a couple more people for the class next year.
Now we take a break for the summer. It was an unbelievable nine months filled with frustration and excitement and it all culminated with this hugely rewarding feeling of “Holy crap, I learned and performed a TAP DANCE!”
So, if you've been secretly wishing all your life to take dance classes, check around and see if any studios offer adult classes. Because you're never too old to dance! Besides, if I can do it, anyone can!
I settled in a seat at the way back of the auditorium so as to be able to make a quick exit when our turn to dance came. The first three dances went on and then it was Diva and her class’ turn. They were adorable. It was their tap first and they did it to “Born to Hand Jive.” Diva even threw in a little improve and—according to several other people—stole the show. I got a little choked up at the end of the dance.
I didn’t think I’d be so emotional, but dang that girl has dancing in her veins. You can see it in her eyes while she’s smiling and spinning and tapping her way through the routine. And I was just so proud of my little girl dancing in the front row!
A few more dances came and went and before we knew it, it was our turn to show off what we’d spent the last nine months learning. As we were standing backstage, I had a brief moment of “What the hell was I thinking?”, but once the curtains flew open and the music started, I was having a blast! Everyone screamed for us when our dance was over. And while I think it was mostly because our dance teacher was out there and no one has seen her dance on stage in years, I’m so not above saying that we got the loudest applause of the night.
It felt like such a huge accomplishment to be standing there as the curtains closed. Afterwards, we had so many people come up to us and say how brave we were and how awesome we’d done. And I think I even recruited a couple more people for the class next year.
Now we take a break for the summer. It was an unbelievable nine months filled with frustration and excitement and it all culminated with this hugely rewarding feeling of “Holy crap, I learned and performed a TAP DANCE!”
So, if you've been secretly wishing all your life to take dance classes, check around and see if any studios offer adult classes. Because you're never too old to dance! Besides, if I can do it, anyone can!
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
OMFG
I never thought I'd have to type the words that will be following shortly. Never in a million years did I dream I would be even THINKING about this, let alone actually doing it.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I do believe I am buying a mini van.
Do you KNOW how bad it hurts to even TYPE that?!?!? I get verklempt randomly throughout the day even just thinking about it. You see, I had convinced everyone in this house that we did not need a mini van. Because, seriously, why does a family of 4 that is not growing need something suited for a family of 8? *I* am NOT a mini-van kind of person. Am much more Mini-Cooper kind of person. Beautious little cars that I don't feel like one of those little old ladies that look through the steering wheel when I drive it. And I'm FAR too glamorous for this nonsense! Give me a big ol' gas guzzling SUV any day of the week and I'm totally down with that. But a VAN? Surely you gest!
However, it does have an auto start button, so there's that. I'm trying to be positive about the whole thing. Plus, the fact that CJ is already almost as tall as me and getting somewhat scrunched in the back seat of the Glamourmobile du jour is only going to get worse in the coming years. And it will be nice to be able to just go and grab their friends for birthday parties and take them up to the cities. Or something like that. If I'm desparate. And have a death wish.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I do believe I am buying a mini van.
Do you KNOW how bad it hurts to even TYPE that?!?!? I get verklempt randomly throughout the day even just thinking about it. You see, I had convinced everyone in this house that we did not need a mini van. Because, seriously, why does a family of 4 that is not growing need something suited for a family of 8? *I* am NOT a mini-van kind of person. Am much more Mini-Cooper kind of person. Beautious little cars that I don't feel like one of those little old ladies that look through the steering wheel when I drive it. And I'm FAR too glamorous for this nonsense! Give me a big ol' gas guzzling SUV any day of the week and I'm totally down with that. But a VAN? Surely you gest!
However, it does have an auto start button, so there's that. I'm trying to be positive about the whole thing. Plus, the fact that CJ is already almost as tall as me and getting somewhat scrunched in the back seat of the Glamourmobile du jour is only going to get worse in the coming years. And it will be nice to be able to just go and grab their friends for birthday parties and take them up to the cities. Or something like that. If I'm desparate. And have a death wish.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Piranha Hour
When I first started working where I am now, my co-worker would always talk about piranha hour. At that time, all I had was a six month old darling little baby that I couldn’t wait to get home to. I had no idea what she was talking about.
Then CJ started school. I would have to pick Diva up from daycare, then drive back to town to grab CJ from my dad and get home so I could hurry up and make some dinner. Even then it wasn’t so bad. I had ten minutes with Diva in which she would tell me who spit on whom, who had an accident and who had THREE timeouts that day. Then we would get CJ and he would tell both of us who spit on whom, who had an accident and who got THREE warnings and had to go sit in the principal’s office. By the time we got home, the kids were done telling me everything that they needed to tell me, so I could come in the house and make dinner without much fiasco.
That has all changed now that they are both in school. And I truly understand why Co-worker calls it piranha hour. It’s not uncommon for me to have three conversations being directed at me at any one point in time. I spend the first fifteen minutes home clenching my hands to my sides just so I don’t start screaming and ripping my hair out.
However, it’s not as bad as it could be. See, I only work part time now. Monday through Thursday I get two blissful hours all to myself before the kids get home. After that, I get two hours with just the kids who will stop the feeding frenzy with a simple reminder that Mommy can only listen to one conversation at a time. But on the rare day (yesterday) that I have to work all day, it’s like it shifts into overdrive.
Most days, I find it all kind of comical. Especially when CB gets it when he gets home from work. I like being the outsider on the conversation. By the time he rolls in from work, the kids are tired of talking my ear off and are ready for a new audience. When they hear the doorknob turn, they are off and running. All I can hear is a chorus of “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!”. And I know just how he feels.
So yesterday was just a very blatant reminder of how much I love my new schedule of getting time to myself before anyone else is home. Because I think that that down time is insanely important to my well-being. I had all these insane plans for what I was going to do with my extra time off (Exercise! Make gourmet meals! Bake cookies every day!), but in the six months or so that I’ve been doing it, all I’ve gotten accomplished is reading some really good books and taking a couple of naps. Maybe I’ll get to the point where I want to spend the whole afternoon cooking. But maybe I won’t. And maybe just the fact that I’m a little bit more relaxed when dealing with the famdamly is worth missing out on a couple of Chez Carrie creations.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Happy Thanksgiving!!!
Things I am thankful for:
My kids—They drive me insane, but when I wake up to the sound of them chasing each other through the house, giggling so hard that they can barely breathe, I realize I’m right where I’m supposed to be (well, that and the fact that THE LIST has worked wonders on our morning routine).
My husband—It’s cheesy, but we really do complete each other. When my sanity’s on the brink, he pulls me right back away from the ledge, reminding me that I am not a horrible mother and fixing whatever it is that seems to be driving me insane. I never thought that Happily Ever After was real until I started living it out. And of course there are spats and times when I want to strangle him, but when he hugs me and tells me it’s all going to be OK, I have to agree. (yeah, that’s enough sap outta me)
My job—I work for an incredibly family-friendly company. It has allowed me to work part time, basically setting my own hours. Which means that I get to spend more time with my kids. While this is probably a major contributor to the fact that I am in a constant state of frustration with them, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My house—I hate it, and if someone came today and offered to buy it, I would cry many, many tears of joy. But I am thankful that I have a house. There are so many people in this world that have to struggle even for that, let alone a huge feast of turkey, potatoes, bread and pies.
My friends—Both online and in person, I have the GREATEST set of friends on this planet. Y’all are a bunch of smart, funny, snarky, entertaining people, and I’m grateful to have the chance to meet you every day on the interweb.
So what are you thankful for?
My kids—They drive me insane, but when I wake up to the sound of them chasing each other through the house, giggling so hard that they can barely breathe, I realize I’m right where I’m supposed to be (well, that and the fact that THE LIST has worked wonders on our morning routine).
My husband—It’s cheesy, but we really do complete each other. When my sanity’s on the brink, he pulls me right back away from the ledge, reminding me that I am not a horrible mother and fixing whatever it is that seems to be driving me insane. I never thought that Happily Ever After was real until I started living it out. And of course there are spats and times when I want to strangle him, but when he hugs me and tells me it’s all going to be OK, I have to agree. (yeah, that’s enough sap outta me)
My job—I work for an incredibly family-friendly company. It has allowed me to work part time, basically setting my own hours. Which means that I get to spend more time with my kids. While this is probably a major contributor to the fact that I am in a constant state of frustration with them, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
My house—I hate it, and if someone came today and offered to buy it, I would cry many, many tears of joy. But I am thankful that I have a house. There are so many people in this world that have to struggle even for that, let alone a huge feast of turkey, potatoes, bread and pies.
My friends—Both online and in person, I have the GREATEST set of friends on this planet. Y’all are a bunch of smart, funny, snarky, entertaining people, and I’m grateful to have the chance to meet you every day on the interweb.
So what are you thankful for?
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Not the Mama!*
I didn't post yesterday because I was on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Have you (other moms) ever just had one of those days where you question whether or not you were really cut out for this whole mom thing? Because that's been me for the past two weeks! I wake up on the verge of ripping all my hair out and curling up in the fetal position and that verge doesn't go away until the kids are tucked safely in bed. A number of factors have contributed to this.
Mostly, I call it a severe case of Christmas-itis. You know the affliction, don't you? During the months of November and December, children all across the world become crazed with the notion of making lists of all the things they want for Christmas. The eyes glaze over, and attempting to talk to them about anything other than the Toys R Us Big Book results in blank stares and a whole lot of "What? I've never heard of that toy before. Can I have it for Christmas?" Followed by much internal screaming by the parental units when all they've said to the child is "It's time to go brush your teeth." Unfortunately there is no known cure for Christmas-itis, other than the actual day itself. The day after Christmas results in the normal, mild-mannered children that you are so accostomed to for 9 months out of the year (the other month is a different affliction I call Birthday-itis, with the same exact symptoms and cure).
Another thing has been the severe lack of listening on their parts. I have to tell them at least three times to get dressed every single morning. And we are constantly running out the door late. So thanks to CB, we have a new plan in effect. Each kid has a list of specific things they are expected to do before school, after school, and at bedtime. It's all very simple things like "get dressed" or "hang up your freaking backpack" or "brush your teeth" and so I don't think asking them to do these things without me telling them a million times is any large feat. We sat down yesterday after school and I explained all of this to them. And if they should make me tell them to do something, it results in losing their videogame time for 1 day/week/month depending on how many times I have to tell them. Both CJ & Diva seem to think this is an acceptable amount of expectation, so I informed them it would take effect this morning.
And when I woke up today, choirs of angels were singing! They were dressed! And fed! And happily playing together without incident. I breezed through my own morning routine and all but skipped out the door to take them to school! Now, if afterschool and bed time goes as well as this AND continues on for any length of time, I just might be the happiest girl this side of the North Pole. . .
*Anyone who can recall the show where a certain baby would say this will be forever on my cool list
Mostly, I call it a severe case of Christmas-itis. You know the affliction, don't you? During the months of November and December, children all across the world become crazed with the notion of making lists of all the things they want for Christmas. The eyes glaze over, and attempting to talk to them about anything other than the Toys R Us Big Book results in blank stares and a whole lot of "What? I've never heard of that toy before. Can I have it for Christmas?" Followed by much internal screaming by the parental units when all they've said to the child is "It's time to go brush your teeth." Unfortunately there is no known cure for Christmas-itis, other than the actual day itself. The day after Christmas results in the normal, mild-mannered children that you are so accostomed to for 9 months out of the year (the other month is a different affliction I call Birthday-itis, with the same exact symptoms and cure).
Another thing has been the severe lack of listening on their parts. I have to tell them at least three times to get dressed every single morning. And we are constantly running out the door late. So thanks to CB, we have a new plan in effect. Each kid has a list of specific things they are expected to do before school, after school, and at bedtime. It's all very simple things like "get dressed" or "hang up your freaking backpack" or "brush your teeth" and so I don't think asking them to do these things without me telling them a million times is any large feat. We sat down yesterday after school and I explained all of this to them. And if they should make me tell them to do something, it results in losing their videogame time for 1 day/week/month depending on how many times I have to tell them. Both CJ & Diva seem to think this is an acceptable amount of expectation, so I informed them it would take effect this morning.
And when I woke up today, choirs of angels were singing! They were dressed! And fed! And happily playing together without incident. I breezed through my own morning routine and all but skipped out the door to take them to school! Now, if afterschool and bed time goes as well as this AND continues on for any length of time, I just might be the happiest girl this side of the North Pole. . .
*Anyone who can recall the show where a certain baby would say this will be forever on my cool list
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
The Aftermath
The party was not nearly as bad as I had anticipated it to be.
It went off without a hitch, and other than me jabbing one of the girls in the eye accidentally, there were no tears! Everyone loved the cakes and mini PB & J sandwiches. We read a story and since CJ was feeling neglected, we decided to play a game of "decorate CJ with all the streamers". He didn't feel so neglected anymore.
Diva got lots of really cool stuff and my mom and dad were both there and there was no awkwardness whatsoever.
Which pisses me off.
I hate how easily we've fallen into this separated feeling. I hate how "my parents are divorced" can roll off my tongue as easily as my name. I hate that there's no feeling of awkwardness. How we can all just sit there like this is the most normal thing in the world.
But most of all, I hate how this has effected my relationship with my mom. We used to be very close, but now she's just. . .different. Maybe it's because she now lives in a town that is 30 miles away, so I can't just go drop in whenever I feel like it. We used to talk practically every single day. Now it's a good week if we talk twice. One of those times is usually an email.
I hate that my dad is still hurting and my mom is too stubborn to admit that she's hurting too.
I hate that I have a knot in my stomach every time my kids speak to my mom and dad for fear they are going to say something that will inadvertently hurt the grown ups.
And I hate that I feel like *I* am the most grown up of them all.
But that is all how I feel today, right now. Tonight, we'll all be together again and it will feel completely normal--again. And I can hope and pray that maybe someday Glamour Mom won't be so damn stubborn and Glamour Dad will be happy again. That it won't hurt so bad.
Tonight is the Kiddie Parade. I sent Diva to daycare with curlers in her hair so that she can transform into Christine Daae. CJ has all his clothes in place for becoming The Phantom. All that's left to do is cut a hole in the boat so we can put it on the wagon, and buy some batteries for the GHETTO BLASTER (yes I still totally have a ghetto blaster) (no it's not the old school 5 foot long kind, but I still call it a ghetto blaster) to torture the likes of Podunk with some *gasp* CULTURE! How dare we show them all the beauty that is Phantom of the Opera? Cuz I'm already an outcast. And I do have a reputation to uphold. :)
It went off without a hitch, and other than me jabbing one of the girls in the eye accidentally, there were no tears! Everyone loved the cakes and mini PB & J sandwiches. We read a story and since CJ was feeling neglected, we decided to play a game of "decorate CJ with all the streamers". He didn't feel so neglected anymore.
Diva got lots of really cool stuff and my mom and dad were both there and there was no awkwardness whatsoever.
Which pisses me off.
I hate how easily we've fallen into this separated feeling. I hate how "my parents are divorced" can roll off my tongue as easily as my name. I hate that there's no feeling of awkwardness. How we can all just sit there like this is the most normal thing in the world.
But most of all, I hate how this has effected my relationship with my mom. We used to be very close, but now she's just. . .different. Maybe it's because she now lives in a town that is 30 miles away, so I can't just go drop in whenever I feel like it. We used to talk practically every single day. Now it's a good week if we talk twice. One of those times is usually an email.
I hate that my dad is still hurting and my mom is too stubborn to admit that she's hurting too.
I hate that I have a knot in my stomach every time my kids speak to my mom and dad for fear they are going to say something that will inadvertently hurt the grown ups.
And I hate that I feel like *I* am the most grown up of them all.
But that is all how I feel today, right now. Tonight, we'll all be together again and it will feel completely normal--again. And I can hope and pray that maybe someday Glamour Mom won't be so damn stubborn and Glamour Dad will be happy again. That it won't hurt so bad.
Tonight is the Kiddie Parade. I sent Diva to daycare with curlers in her hair so that she can transform into Christine Daae. CJ has all his clothes in place for becoming The Phantom. All that's left to do is cut a hole in the boat so we can put it on the wagon, and buy some batteries for the GHETTO BLASTER (yes I still totally have a ghetto blaster) (no it's not the old school 5 foot long kind, but I still call it a ghetto blaster) to torture the likes of Podunk with some *gasp* CULTURE! How dare we show them all the beauty that is Phantom of the Opera? Cuz I'm already an outcast. And I do have a reputation to uphold. :)
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Caution: Contents Under Pressure
Here's my day so far:
6:45 AM--Delightful time to get a wakeup call from Country Boy. Conversation went as follows:
CB: It's raining outside
GR: Mumble feralkf djfwe
CB: There's thunder and lightening too, so have the kids turn cartoons off for a while
GR: Huh? Err. . .I mean yeah. OK. Turn TV off. Gotchya.
CB: Have a good day
GR: (Externally) Bye. (Internally) *&#%$)(% Woke me up to tell me it's raining *&$%^#. Oh! But wait! No baseball! *turns alarm clock off and goes back to sleep*
7:15 AM--There is no use trying to sleep anymore. So I get up and get to decorating Diva's Ladybug cake.
GR: Doo do doo decorating cakes is so much fun! But! I have no black frosting! 'Tis good to have connections at the town bakery! *calls bakery, makes arrangements to steal black food coloring for frosting*
7:45 AM--Laa le laaa I love when I don't have to go anywhere in the morning. *takes lazy and way too long of a shower*
8:17 AM--*Phone Rings again*
GR: Hello?
Glamour Dad: The game is still on.
GR: Are you sure?
GD: Yes. I just spoke to the coach.
GR: *&^#%$ $%@$$# Don't they understand it's raining?! I got a WAKE UP call because it was raining out. WHY are they still playing baseball?
GD: I don't know. But they are.
GR: DAMN! *click*
8:20 AM
GR: CJ, please go put your baseball pants and shirt back on, you are playing after all
CJ: I can't find my baseball shirt.
GR: *shakes fist to the heavens* OK, let's look for it.
*CJ and I commence tearing apart the house looking for mysterously disappearing shirt. CB does not answer his phone so I cannot ask him where it is*
8:25 AM--CJ, you are just going to have to wear a different shirt.
8:27 AM--Pull up to the bus with three minutes to spare!
After that fiasco, Diva and I ran down to the bakery to get our black frosting. Then it was off to the baseball game on what has turned out to be a BEAUTIFUL day. After the baseball game, we stopped and watched one of CJ's friends play HIS baseball game. And I've pawned the kids off on my HERO OF THE DAY for a couple of hours so I can get everything done.
What's that? OH, you wanted to see PICTURES of the Ladybug cake. I must say that I'm quite pleased with how it turned out. And while I am no professional cake decorator, it's a 5000% improvement over the castle cake from hell last year. SO here you go, the Ladybug cake in all his mismatched eye splendor:
See? Cute, huh?
Here's a picture of the butterfly cake my mom made her too. She thinks it sucks. But I think it is uber cute!
That's it for now. I'm sure I'll have LOTS of cute stories from the party tonight. But I've yet to find anyone willing to hook me up with a pitcher of margaritas for the after-party.
Any takers?
6:45 AM--Delightful time to get a wakeup call from Country Boy. Conversation went as follows:
CB: It's raining outside
GR: Mumble feralkf djfwe
CB: There's thunder and lightening too, so have the kids turn cartoons off for a while
GR: Huh? Err. . .I mean yeah. OK. Turn TV off. Gotchya.
CB: Have a good day
GR: (Externally) Bye. (Internally) *&#%$)(% Woke me up to tell me it's raining *&$%^#. Oh! But wait! No baseball! *turns alarm clock off and goes back to sleep*
7:15 AM--There is no use trying to sleep anymore. So I get up and get to decorating Diva's Ladybug cake.
GR: Doo do doo decorating cakes is so much fun! But! I have no black frosting! 'Tis good to have connections at the town bakery! *calls bakery, makes arrangements to steal black food coloring for frosting*
7:45 AM--Laa le laaa I love when I don't have to go anywhere in the morning. *takes lazy and way too long of a shower*
8:17 AM--*Phone Rings again*
GR: Hello?
Glamour Dad: The game is still on.
GR: Are you sure?
GD: Yes. I just spoke to the coach.
GR: *&^#%$ $%@$$# Don't they understand it's raining?! I got a WAKE UP call because it was raining out. WHY are they still playing baseball?
GD: I don't know. But they are.
GR: DAMN! *click*
8:20 AM
GR: CJ, please go put your baseball pants and shirt back on, you are playing after all
CJ: I can't find my baseball shirt.
GR: *shakes fist to the heavens* OK, let's look for it.
*CJ and I commence tearing apart the house looking for mysterously disappearing shirt. CB does not answer his phone so I cannot ask him where it is*
8:25 AM--CJ, you are just going to have to wear a different shirt.
8:27 AM--Pull up to the bus with three minutes to spare!
After that fiasco, Diva and I ran down to the bakery to get our black frosting. Then it was off to the baseball game on what has turned out to be a BEAUTIFUL day. After the baseball game, we stopped and watched one of CJ's friends play HIS baseball game. And I've pawned the kids off on my HERO OF THE DAY for a couple of hours so I can get everything done.
What's that? OH, you wanted to see PICTURES of the Ladybug cake. I must say that I'm quite pleased with how it turned out. And while I am no professional cake decorator, it's a 5000% improvement over the castle cake from hell last year. SO here you go, the Ladybug cake in all his mismatched eye splendor:
See? Cute, huh?Here's a picture of the butterfly cake my mom made her too. She thinks it sucks. But I think it is uber cute!
That's it for now. I'm sure I'll have LOTS of cute stories from the party tonight. But I've yet to find anyone willing to hook me up with a pitcher of margaritas for the after-party.Any takers?
Friday, June 16, 2006
To My Baby. . .
My Dearest Diva,
Five years ago I could have never imagined what a sweet little girl would bring into my life. I knew from the moment I saw your face you were going to be special.
And now here you are in all your walking, talking, singing and dancing glory. The way that you make grown ups stop and think--and laugh--is something that I think is amazing. You have the brightest sense of humor of anyone I know.
And even though there are times when you drive me INSANE (like the time you washed your hair in the toilet), all of those little things add up to who you are today. And all the money in the world wouldn't convince me to have it any other way.
You are the most beautiful little girl I have ever known too. You're eyes are like nothing I've ever seen before. It's like God created a special color just for you, because he knew you were destined for greatness.
In these past five years, I have watched you blossom from a little baby who thought sleep was overrated into a beautiful young lady with no fear. I hope you never EVER lose that! I hope that you are always willing to take risks, to try your best. And if you fail, you know that Mommy is always there to pick you up and dust you off for the next round.
There are so many things that I want to say to you, and yet none of them seem to do my love for you even a smidgen of justice. But I do love you. And when I look into your face, I can still see that tiny little creature that kept me up most of the night (and peed in my bed) (and puked on me more times than I care to admit). I'm excited to see how far you have come in these short years. And I'm even more excited to see where you'll go in the next five.
I love you so very much, baby.
Happy Birthday!
Love,
Mommy
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