Friday, March 25, 2011


If I had that WARNING WARNING voice from Whale Wars I would have that playing.  Because this post might come out as a little vent session.
Not sure what happened to me on Wed. night but I threw up.  It wasn't fun.  I think it was something I ate because when I got up on Thursday I had that odd tummy feeling, but was fine otherwise.  Oh except I came home from work not having eaten all day and ate a few brownies washed it down with a milkshake.  So much for eating right!  I fell off the wagon.
My co-worker is out today, he got a random sub.  R-A-N-D-O-M  When this happens I feel like I have a house guest that I don't know to feel and I have to stretch my brain to entertain them.  Honestly.  I don't have the brain power to do this on a Friday.
My kiddos were doing forward rolls during their well checks on Thursday.  Yes, in the middle of the Dr.'s office my children decided to display their gymnastics skills.  (I swear that office must think I have no control over my kids)
I never thought that I would hear this from a child, but I had a child who swallowed a rock today.  (I think it was a pebble)  I don't know how that happened, truthfully I didn't want to know.  In my defense it happened over a half and hour before they came to my class so!     
The weather is cold again, not chilly, COLD.  I am over it.  I need my flip flops and I need to be able to run in warmer weather.
Oh and the "sub" from earlier jumped as a pulled out a knife to cut a lemon for my tea, I guess I am not being a good hostess since I scared them, but really, did they think I was going to knife them?
Oh yeah, who swallows a rock?

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Monday, March 21, 2011


This past weekend we celebrated Bear's birthday.
Bear is my oldest.
He is getting so big.
Sad to think that he has one more year of pre-school and then it is off on the big yellow bus to kindergarten.
So this weekend it got me thinking of things.
Bear is our first child.
This little man entered our world and forever change life for hubs and I.
Not only was he born, but hubs and I were "born" as parents.
I had been a Aunt for 6 years.
A Godmother for 5.5 years.
But a MOM.  No.
This was something new.  Something that was the most amazing gift, a gift that would change "who" I was.
When the Dr. handed Bear to hubs (after what seemed like years, but we will get to that in another post) I remember looking at Bear's little face and asking hubs to just touch Bear's face to mine.  That moment, the memory of that touch, will be forever engraved in my mind.
I suddenly had dreams that were not my own.
Dreams and wishes for this little human that we were now responsible for.
I wondered; what he was going to look like, what his voice would sound like, what his personality would be.
Who he would be.
This little man has shown me stregnth and humor all in one.
He has a heart of gold.
A stuborn little mind!
He has 2 modes, on and off.
On is full on, never stop.
Off is sleep.
There is no in between mode.
He keeps me on my toes.  He has created a joy that I never knew exsisted. 
(sometimes he creates a mom that can polish off a bottle of wine in one gulp)
(but that is motherhood)
(this has sparked a thought in my mind, I am starting a once a week post about my pregnancy/delivery/newborn life with Bear)

Friday, March 18, 2011

My Car (a.k.a. the nasty mobile)

My car is a kitchen table, cozy napping area, grocery getter, dance floor and bathroom all in one.  Seriously it is.  Until now I have not given up that much of myself to ya'll.  I warn you there are some parts here that will shock you!

I have a long commute so I often eat breakfast in my car.  At any given time you will find at least 3 1 coffee mug with the "ring around the mug" sign of a BIG coffee drinker somewhere in my car.  My car is also the car that we drive mostly when we are all together, so the kids snack in the car.  I removed P-nut's seat last month and found almost a whole bag of Goldfish scattered under her car seat.  I also just removed a cheese stick from the floor of the backseat, which was now hard.

Like many children the minute the car is moving they fall asleep, many lovies have been accidentally left in the car overnight after we come home later than bed time (It doesn't lead to a good morning in our home when you wake up with out your lovie).

We like to jam in the car.  We dance in our seats, it makes the whole car shake (and I drive a minivan).  We listen to anything from Pink to Trace Adkins!  Well and our oh so loved Big Time Rush (sometimes I daydream that James Maslow is hubs) (Just kidding) NOT REALLY!  Sorry, he is young but he is hot!
Now the gross factor!

I keep a bucket in my car (two really), one yellow, one green (can you think of what each is used for?).
Yellow = Pee
Green = Puke
I keep a lot of napkins in my car.
I have wipes/diapers (okay not out of the ordinary I have a little one).
Tampons (I keep these everywhere just in case).
Bags (grocery store/gallon Ziploc=garbage bags)
Gross factor that ALL have been used IN the car!
Here is how:
Puke bucket, it hasn't been used in a while (bite my tongue) but Bear used to be a vomiting child in the car.
Common, now onto the ewe.
If you had a chance to read this post you will know that everyone in our family had a nasty cold back around Christmas time.  Over the holiday's we went to NY to visit my In-laws and the trip landed Bear on antibiotics with an ear infection.  Well...  He doesn't respond that great to antibiotics, he tends to get a little case on the poops and when he has to go, it comes on fast.  So here we are driving down I-95 and I hear "mommy, I have to poop", we were within a mile of a rest area.  THANK GOODNESS but we also realized that Bear takes all of his clothes off when he poops (this might pose a problem in Kindergarten).  Hubs and I really didn't want to take him into a rest area bathroom and when we parked he looked at me and said "it's coming" I grabbed my "Ziploc garbage bag" and placed it in the bucket and he just got his pants down and the tush meet the slip of the bucket.  It was interesting awful!  So the bucket was used as well as the wipes and napkins.  Judge if you will, but we put the nasty double bagged poop in a trash can at the gas station.  I felt that it was the = to a dirty diaper. 
I can't believe I am going to go here, but I am.  I also have had to use a tampon in the car.  It was NOT to stop a nose bleed either.  Remember that long commute I referred to earlier.  After I stopped nursing P-nut my cycles were off.  It started one morning on my commute and there was no place for me to stop to go into a bathroom and it was so bad that I couldn't wait.  I would have had to go home because it was that bad. 

This weekend with the beautiful weather I am going to transform my car.  It needs the winter gunk to be gone.  The inside needs a vacuuming and a good cleaning.  I will also re-organize the "car essentials" that I keep, because, you never know what your going to need and when! 

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Monday, March 14, 2011

Count Down

Here is my count down post!
I have a few things coming up that I am just excited about.

248 Days until Breaking Dawn (Part 1)
I love Twilight (actually most books, movies, shows about Vampires!  Well, Weres too!)

162 Days until Iron Girl

I started Tri training on Sat. with a nice ride with my sister.
Not nice to ride a mountain bike with a chick on a rode bike.
On a windy day too!

83 Days until Wine Country Half Marathon

This will be my first 1/2 marathon.  I just want to finish.

63 Days until the Historic Half Marathon

(I am relaying it so really, 1/2 of a 1/2)

30 Days until the START of DEADLIEST CATCH
I love Deadliest Catch.  Shh, I have had dreams about some of the crew members.

Thursday, March 3, 2011


I am so guilty.  Guilty of a lot.  Or maybe full of guilt, not sure.
Bear was invited to birthday party this week.  Except the party has going on during a time when I was working.  I hate that.  I hate that I miss out on things in my children's lives because I work (outside the home).  I have a killer commute to add to that.  I hold animosity towards my job for that.  I had to make arrangements for Bear to go to the party and while I have no idea (I like to think the other mom's don't think much about it) what the other mom's think.  It kills me that my dad is the one that drives Bear to and from school.  That his teacher and pre-school director know my dad's face over my own son's mother face.  I feel GUILTY over that.  It drives me nuts and often makes me cry (when no one is looking).
Someone asked me today what my mileage was up to.  They know that I am relaying a 1/2 of a 1/2 marathon in May.  I laughed and said, you don't want to know.  Ha!  Training!  So far I have been running when I can and THAT is all.  Okay how about another does of guilt to go along with your guilty conscious.
I need to get my rear in gear!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011