Thursday, February 24, 2011

Friday, February 18, 2011

Hey Maribeth Look At This!

A non-pudding Mexican Flan Cake
I didn't ruin this one!
I also got at least three phone calls today from people at my work asking to have another piece.

P.S. Lisa K. This is your plate. It worked perfectly for this cake. I will wash it and give it back to you next week.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

There's a Pooh Bear On My Shoulder

My child has been waking up horribly early this week. Of course, it could be the fact that he has another ear infection OR the fact that his antibiotics make him extra extra energized, but he's been getting up waaaaay too early.
Monday it was around 5:30
Tuesday 5:00 a.m. yes, 5:00 a.m.
Wednesday 5:45 a.m.
and today, well, he slept in until 6:00 a.m.

I was a little more energized this A.M. perhaps because of that extra half hour of sleep, but I was whirling through my house like a crazy person trying to pick things up. I was also internally distraught with the size of a zit forming on my cheek. As I kept glancing at it in the mirror and touching it, I determined to just let this one run its course because it felt as though its attached to my cheekbone. Ouch.
Withdrawn into my own thoughts I didn't notice that my little buddy had started to follow me around. It took me a minute before I notice he was stroking his cheek with his Pooh Bear blankie and looking a little forlorn.
"What's wrong Bubba?" I asked him
Binkie in mouth he looked up at me and said, "Snuggle?" or more like "Shnuggle" because of the binkie.
I immediately scooped him up and plopped us on the couch where we cuddled and I rubbed his back. He has been very snuggly lately and it has me worried that maybe he is more perceptive of what's going on in our lives right now. Daddy's gone learning to become a soldier and Caderyn's stuck with Mommy who has tons of energy one day and zero the next. Sometimes my patience lasts for ages and other times it's shorter that Lindsey Lohan's sobreity- OH SNAP!
So there we were, snuggling on the couch. I gave him soft kisses on his head and rubbed his back and he rested his head on my shoulder and rubbed his blankie in my face. For five seconds and then he looked up at me, smiled and said, "Done!" and off he went to play with his trucks like the world was his playground.
And it is- especially my kitchen table which he has pretty much converted into his own race track.
I was left sitting on the couch with a Pooh Bear blankie sitting on my shoulder.

I love that kiddo.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

A New Spin On Romance

As of today, my husband has officially been gone 4 weeks (only 6 more to go!). Has it really been four weeks--it honestly just feels like a blur.
Four weeks have gone by with no e-mails and only one phone conversation.
But, there have been dozens and dozens of letters.
I like writing letters. I like getting letters in the mail.
I have found that with each new letter I write and send out my heart just about bursts with love and excitement. I imagine Jeff's own excitement when he gets the letter and how he'll react to some of the words I write.
My heart skips three beats when I check the mail and see that there's one or two letters from Jeff. I love the way he writes to me. He's so romantic. I'm not a romantic writer. I like being funny.
If someone asked me to write a romance novel, I don't think it would be a romance, I think it would end up a comedy. I would drip the romance scenes with sarcasm.
For example:

     Raoul wanted Fifi like nothing else he'd ever wanted before. Even after only knowing her for twenty hours, he knew this was love. He glowered mysteriously at Fifi from the behind the shadows of the tall decorative fern in the room and ogled as she flipped her perfectly perky haircut and adjusted her perfectly perky bosom. Fifi had not yet met Raoul, but she felt the heat of his gaze and a desire of her own that she'd never felt before. "I have to go to the bathroom," she said. And wobbled out of the room on her 5 foot platform heels.

Ta-dah! Please, call my agents for book deals.

My viewpoint is that while romance is important in a relationship, I feel that comedy is the ultimate key.
For without laughter where is happiness and without happiness, where is romance?
When I first met Jeff, the first thing I remember besides his gloriously silky smooth hair was how quickly he made me laugh. He met my sarcasm with his own and it fit perfectly.

So while my husband can write me some pretty romantic letters during this period of separation we're going through, he also knows to mix in some verbage that makes me laugh. I've caught myself at least 10 times laughing out loud over something he's written.
And while my letters to him aren't as steamy and dreamy as I'd hope, I know they'll make him laugh.
I love writing him letters and I love getting his letters in the mail. It creates a new form of romance when you take away the computers and the phones and face to face conversation. I feel like Princess Victoria writing to her love Albert before they were wed (yes, I've watched The Young Victoria enough that I will now reference it with a comparison of my own self).
Some people might feel a missed connection when their partner isn't around, but with the letter writing of my sweet Jeffy and myself, I truly believe our relationship is growing and evolving into something more loving than it was before.
I encourage everyone to write their loved one a letter. Put your thoughts and feelings into words.
Because really, words are good. Oh snap! Did I just make a reference to the title of my blog. I did.
You love it.
Here's a steamy photo for my loveydove. Smoldering, isn't it?

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Tunnel of Loooove

For Christmas Caderyn got a little play tent with a tunnel attached.
We set it up a couple weekends ago and oh boy, did he have a blast.
We'll call these pictures, in honor of Valentine's Day, the Tunnel O' Looooove

Standing in the tunnel
Get me out of this tunnel!
 Playing with his "lady friend"
Go towards the light Caderyn! 
Caderyn's "lady friend" Addie

Monday, February 14, 2011

On This Declared Day of Love

Happy Valentine's Day to everyone I love.
You know who you are. I do have to give a shout out to a few special lovers.
Like:
Lucy. Man, I love how you had such horrible gas this morning it woke me up at 5:00 a.m. Then I couldn't go back to sleep because I was convinced you were going to leave me a little Valentine's Day surprise all over the carpet. I love how you are messier that Caderyn with your toys and I love how you get so excited when new people come over. I love how much personality you have and I love your doggie-breath kisses. I love you Lucy- you crack me up.

My big guy- Caderyn. Happy Valentine's Day buddy. I love you. I love how you say "Twuck" and "Hey!" I love how you are such a little boy and obsessed with cars, trucks and tractors but I also love how you snuggle with Mommy and love to read books. I love you, even when you have boogies in your nose and a huge, stinky load in your pants. That's L-O-V-E. I love how you love to splash in the tub and run and run and run. You are my sweet little Bub.

To my absent guy. Although we are separated on this Valentine's Day- our hearts are beating together (corny? I know). My heart beats only for you my love and will continue to do so until the day I die. Sending you many Valentine's Day thoughts (some appropriate, some not) your way today. Missing you terribly. Loving you dearly.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Think Pink

I found these sexy little kittens on Zappos.com. Aren't they cute?! Wouldn't they look so cute with jeans and a black top? Wouldn't they look SO cute with a little black dress? Can I have them please?

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Ode to Bananas

Summer mornings with my Grandpa Included information sessions about this yellow fruit
"Happy Food" he called it.
Happy Food it is.
Oh, banana. How I love thee.
Your fruity goodness fills my always hungry belly.
Your subtle yet firm tast nurtures my soul.
My tastebuds dance in unison.
Delicious fruit
Soulful fruit
Peanut Butter is your favorite twin.
Put you two together and...
Heaven on Earth ensues.

Can you tell I'm having a slow day?

Bonding Time

I've been trying to do more Mommy and Caderyn activites and have discovered that baking is great and Caderyn loves helping me pour in the ingredients and doing taste tests (just like his Mom).
So yesterday I found a yummy and easy recipe online at Once a Month Mom for Pear Oatmeal that you make in the crockpot. For reals!
So before bedtime I quickly measured out all of the ingredients and then had Caderyn come into the kitchen and help me pour everything into my crock pot and then stir it up. So easy and it smelled so good. There's also almost NO sugar in this- just brown sugar. You let it cook on low for 5-7 hours. I woke up at 5 am and my house smelled delicious. Mine did overcook a little, but it still tastes really good!
I also love how Caderyn repeats all of the ingredients names after I tell him what they are. He's like a little echo. "Butter" is "Buh-wah" and "Oats" is "Ouh-z" and "Cinnamon" in "Zin-mah.'

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Apathetic

As some of you may notice, I haven't been posting with my usual gusto.
I've been finding it hard to blog after whirwinding through the day and night as a single-parent. Once Caderyn is in bed and I clean and study for my class, I'm usually exhausted and the last thing I want to do is pick up my computer.
I also just haven't had a lot of time to sit down and type. I also haven't wanted to just sit down and think about what to type because then thinking leads to me missing Jeff.
So. Bear with me.
Our days now include:

Sometime between 6 and 7 a.m. Caderyn wakes up. Mommy has to get up.
Change the diaper. Give smooches and snuggles. Load of laundry in the washing machine. Turn on the coffee pot and let Lucy out to go potty.
Around 7 a.m.: Make breakfast for mommy and Caderyn. Sit down and eat.
7:30 a.m. Quickly turn on some cartoons so mommy can take a quick shower and get ready.
8:00 a.m. Rush outside in the freezing cold and turn car on.
8:15 a.m. Get Caderyn dressed and ready to go
8:15-8:45ish (8:30 if I'm lucky): Vacuum, sweep, mop or clean something.
8:45 a.m. load Buddy in the car and to daycare
9:00 a.m.: collapse into my chair at work and start the day from there
4:45 p.m. Pick Buddy up
5:00 p.m. Home and start dinner
6-7p.m. I get to workout
7:00 p.m.-7:30 p.m. playtime and snuggles and some cleaning
7:30 p.m. milk and diaper change
7:45ish (its been around 8 now) bedtime.
8:00 p.m. Collapse on the couch. Study for 30 minutes
8:30 p.m. Clean kitchen, fold laundry or some kind of cleaning
9:30: collapse on couch
10:00 p.m. collapse into bed.

Sound thrilling doesn't it?

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Watch Out Ladies!

I just haven't found the motivation, time or desire to write lately. I'm sorry. I'm lonely.

But- I just couldn't pass this up.
Yesterday we had our friends Lisa and Addie over for a little play date. Caderyn is still learning the whole "sharing" thing. I think that one will be a long road.
But, both the kiddos were playing in the living room when all of the sudden Caderyn smacks Addie on the butt. Not a mean or frustrated hit- it was more like a LOVE tap. The walked away with this smug little look on his face.
Lisa and I both burst out laughing.

Parents with daughters, watch out. My son is on the prowl. *Insert sexy growl here*