December, 2008


5
Dec 08

10 Things I Didn’t Know Before I Became a Mother

  1. You really can understand what your child is saying – even baby gibberish.
  2. The floor you thought was clean wasn’t.  The nickel and 3 fuzzballs in your baby’s hand proves it.
  3. Nothing beats a 5 minute shower, especially when you’re now use to 2 minute ones.
  4. Everyone’s poots smell, but you can pick your baby’s out of a crowd.
  5. Ponytails are tres’ chic and Jewelery is a no-no.
  6. Who needs barbells when you carry around 16 lbs all day?
  7. You body knows when the baby is hungry.
  8. Breastfeeding is great until you suddenly realize that you may end up with absolutely nothing left there.
  9. It’s very possible to nurse, brush your teeth, use the potty, and change clothes all at the same time.
  10. You think you’re not over protective until you realize you just got mad at the thought of your son’s future wife refusing to scratch his back or cook his meal one day. 

5
Dec 08

Where Jack-Evan Learns About Dating

(Voiced by 7 month old Jack-Evan, Typed by Mommy)

Date Night by you.

Tonight my mommy told me that her and daddy were going on this thing called a date.
It sounded scary so I grabbed mommy’s necklace so she couldn’t get away. 
She had never been away from me, so I wasn’t sure she could handle it. 
Mommy knew I was worried though, and explained to me what a date is.

Let me tell all of you so you can know too.

Date Night by you.

You see, when two people love each other, they get married.
After a  while they suddenly realize they no longer spend as much
time together anymore. At least, that’s what she said.

I’m don’t really believe that part because I’m with mommy all the time and we
see my daddy quite often.   Adults are very confusing!

And as mommy continued to explain to me what a date was, I became even
more convinced that adults are confusing.

Date Night by you.

Mommy said that people get dressed up when they go on dates.

I thought my mommy looked just fine in her sweatpants and tshirt?

Date Night by you.

Next, you drive with your date to a restaraunt.

I wanted to ask why was it a special thing to eat?  We eat every day.
(But I kept my mouth shut)

Date Night by you.

Then, the man holds the door open for the lady…

Date Night by you.

…and pays for dinner.

Again, I wanted to ask mommy why was this special.  
Isn’t daddy’s money her money already?

Date Night by you.

After ordering a little coffee to go with your creamer…

Date Night by you.

You pig out daintily munch on your meal while talking with your honey.

(Mommy said women daintily munch on food while on dates, but I’ve seen
mommy eat and I know she’s not dainty…)

Date Night by you.

After the meal, you are supposed to talk about everything, nothing, and a little
in between as long as the subject doesn’t revolve around home and children.

(HA!  I happen to know mommy called Grammy at least 2 times to check on me) 

Date Night by you.

After this thing called “a date” is over, you are refreshed and in love all over again.

At least…that’s what my mommy said.

I don’t know if I’m ready for dates yet…but…

Date Night by you.

I am glad they came back home to me!

 

THE END :)

 

 


3
Dec 08

Happy Birthday…to me!

I can’t believe it.  I’m now 26 years old.  You remember that ’90s pop song by Vitamin C called “Graduation”, and it says “….wonderin’ where we gonna be when we turn 25″?

Welp.  I’ve been there, done that, bought the tshirt had the baby.

And now I’m marching on along, edging my way towards 30.  Kevin asked me today if 26 feels any different than 25 (he’s 6 months younger than me).  I told him no…but I’m sure when I start hitting 28 and 29 I’ll begin to freak out.

Ok, well my birthday was actually this past Monday, December 1st, but I just HAD to have an excuse to post that adorable birthday greeting sent to me by my bloggy friend, Amber from Classic Housewife! (formerly known as Amber from Bringing Good Home!).  Listen to the cute little birthday song, and then skip on over to Amber’s awesomefantabulousbrandnew (and very PINK) Classic Housewife in a Modern World blog. :)