Thursday, August 20, 2009

Just Sayin'

I would like to take this moment to say I wish I had a billion dollars and could buy my own island.
I want to sit on a beach with my toes in the warm sand and not be disturbed in any way.
I don't want to hear complaints or problems. I don't want to talk to insurance companies about stupid hospital bills that they're supposed to pay. I don't want to hear my husband complain about how tired he is. I don't want my phone to ring- once. I don't want to hear about every appliance in our rental home is breaking and we have to pay for it. I don't want to be bothered with anything work related.
I just want to sit on the beach with my sweet baby boy and enjoy nature at its best.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Funny little man

Okay so I was trying to be fantastically technologically saavy and upload this video and for some reason I CAN'T!!! I wanted this to appear on my blog rather than having to route people to it.
If anyone knows how to do this- help me!!!

Here's the link to the thing I was initially trying to upload. I wanted to use this to tell a story about my son.
So in this clip, Peter Griffin is coughing to cover up the fast that he's passing gas. Hilarious.
Well, my son has started to do this now.
He's recently figured out that his fake little cough that he loves to do will hide the fact that he's blowing loud and sometimes stinky air out of his butt. Its HILARIOUS!!

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Family Love

These pictures are about five months too late. These are some of the pre-baby pictures we had taken. Eventually we'll get more pictures taken and finish it in one big family picture collage that will fill some very, very empty space in my dining room.
I can hardly wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Marveling with Mother Goose

The rhyme:
Georgie Porgie pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry,
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away

This nursery rhyme makes me think of a ladies man. This Georgie is all about the ladies. Oh yeah.
According to my research, this poem is English and is about a courtier/duke named George Villiers. Apparently King James I took this Mr. Villiers as his lover and gave him an affectionate nickname and everything. Further research suggests that this Mr. Villiers played both fields and was QUITE the looker. He apparently had a very naughty affair with the Queen of France and it damaged both of their reputations. He apparently helped set up the marriage of King James' son to a French princess. By the sounds of it- Mr. Georgie Porgie was not a great guy and was suspected of scheming in the ways of politics and the affairs with the royals.
So what I'm getting is: Mr. Gerogie Porgie pudding and pie is just a long line of baby talk that may or may not have been mentioned by the king at one point or another.
Kissed the girls and made them cry means he obviously was thought of as a great lover but would never commit. Making the girls (and probably some men) cry.
When the boys came out to play might mean when it was time to be a man
Georgie Porgie ran away meant he was a coward and ran away from all problems into the arms of King James.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

I wish...

1. All of our debt was paid off so we could relax!
2. I could be with my little boy every second of the day.
3. I could see my husband more than in passing and one full day out of the whole week.
4. I was a size 4...oooh that's very wishful thinking!

Friday, August 7, 2009

Growing Boy!

My sweet little boy is nearly 5 months old! I can't believe it. In the past month he's grown by leaps and bounds. He's rolling over now and has discovered that his feet are much better toys than any of the millions of toys we've bought for him. He loves to sing and jabber and thinks he's just about the funniest thing on the whole darn planet. He doesn't like it when his mommy leaves him and has learned to cry/scream to a level that could make eardrums bleed. He loves to kick his legs ALL of the time and he watches everything.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

An Ode to My Coffee

I have never been much of a coffee drinker. I didn't like the way it tasted.
In fact, I think the only reason I ever considered drinking coffee younger than high school was in the hopes that it would stunt my growth. Seriously. In middle school I was the tallest girl- taller than all of the boys even- and I wanted nothing more than to be petite and cute instead of tall and lanky and awkward. Now I wish I was just a little bit taller.
In high school I jumped on the "everybody's doing it bandwagon" and would start to order Frappucino's on Fridays when it seemed everyone stopped at Starbucks on their way to school. Any other time I went I would just order a hot chocolate.
But now, since I've had a baby, coffee has become one of my closest friends. I've found new and exciting flavors of coffee rather than the nasty and bitter plain ole' black coffee. I've also found yummy creamers to offset my new and exciting flavors of coffee that make my early, early morning so much more worthwhile.
Now, one of my greatest morning enjoyments is staggering into the kitchen to switch on my coffee pot before I hop in the shower. When I get out of the shower I am welcomed to the rich and intoxicating smell of Caramel Truffle coffee or Dark Velvet Chocolate. Yum.
Coffee keeps me going through the day (even though I'm only allowed about two cups a day) when my days start around 5:00 a.m. and usually go until 10:00 or 11:00 p.m.
Coffee sets my groggy mind straight in the morning and makes the rest of the day seem clear and structured.
Hooray for coffee!
As I type this I'm drinking my morning cup of Caramel Truffle coffee with Belgian Toffee Chocolate creamer. Delicious.
And, for those of you thinking how many calories this coffee is- in Weight Watchers terms its only 2 points!!!

Monday, August 3, 2009

Celebrating Two Fabulous Years and Counting

Tomorrow marks a very special occassion in my books. Its my two year anniversary to my sweet Jeffy.
Its hard to believe its already been two years! We've come so far together and I love him more and more each day.