Thursday, December 16, 2010

December 16th. Reverb10

December 16 – Friendship How has a friend changed you or your perspective on the world this year? Was this change gradual, or a sudden burst?

I saw my buds a lot less this year- when Todd and I decided that it was time to start procreating it was bitter sweet. I'm a beer sneak at heart (order three for myself at 1:50am and slam two of them while TBone is visiting the loo.) I loved having cocktails, bull shit with buds and stay up all night. How would this lifestyle EVER fit in to being a mom?

Things have changed but one thing that hasn't was chillin' with my homies. Some of us have traded in our home girl cards for nursing bras and instead of swapping hangover cures for we gab about our BBs (no girls!?!) to make sure we're still in the running for mother of the year awards.

The natural progress of things is good. And even though I had a nasty 30 hour headache from drinking 5ish beers on Saturday night it was well worth yuckin' it up with my buds. 

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

December 15th:

December 15 – "5 Minutes" Imagine you will completely lose your memory of 2010 in five minutes. Set an alarm for five minutes and capture the things you most want to remember about 2010.

Too easy.

Maksim Walter.

(And all those other birds.)

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Reverb10: rockin' party

As far as 2010 went, parties were a little different.

Our 30th jort party was over by 7, we swung by the Wellie's for a bap and some hoagie slices, tea cooler and cup cakes and Halloween? Home by 10. I was planning on getting tore up from the floor up for Lisa's nups- three beers. Guinesses at that- didn't even really catch a buzz.

The only kind we've had this year frogs, are bottle parties where only breast milk is served (note: a bottle party is when a newb watches the baby and feeds him/her any time the he/she peeps, thus depleting this working mom's reserve milk supply. Mom = pissed at bottle parties. I can only imagine how I'm going to feel when I come home to find Maks, Cait and Jake passed out drunk in my living room with all my Coors Light missing. Digression.)

So these new parties are good. I like the reason our curfew has changed.

And I'm really looking forward to a new kind of party- ones where moon bounces or pony rides start happening.

ps- check out and start reflecting on your year with your frogs.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

reverb10: beautifully different.

I can't remember the quote exactly- it went something along the lines of "that's why they make 31...not everyone likes vanilla."

I've been scouring over Maksi's perfect little angel skin since day 1- searching for those first signs of freckles. I'm fair skinned (which is why working at a tanning salon was HILARIOUS to me) with a pretty obvious "mole" (what the dermatologist calls it.) I hate that word. It has such a negative connotation.

Ya see, frogs (blog friends? No? Work in progress) I have freckles on half my face. I correct people when they tell me what a beautiful birthmark I have. Not a birthmark. Wasn't there when I was a birthed. They developed over time, starting around age 3, on half of my face.

I was tortured by other kids growing up. I was called half freck. People asked if I had ink or mud on my face. When I wasn't dressed up for Halloween as a waitress patrons thought I was a cat. My "favorite" will always be on Christmas when some woman (still drunk from the night before) came in the Wawa where I was working the register and asked if I had herpes.

Nice. Real nice.

So having these frecks, I suppose they're part of my charm. Maybe I wouldn't have learned to be so patient in the face of idiocy without them.

I know one thing's for sure- I hope they aren't genetic.

Amazon Wish List

How about them Blackberry Apps, eh? I love me my Blackberry.

I have to say though, it's getting me into some serious trouble...

I don't know about how long ago it was but I downloaded the Amazon App for my BB and that, combined with 1-click shopping has gotten me into some trouble. When we went to Florida a few weeks back, we came home to a screen door full of all of the VERY IMPORTANT things I needed from Amazon.

Here's a snapshot of the last few things I purchased:

Yup. I need that fanny pack...and I don't like to clean so...slipper sweeper it is! And the phone was to keep BB from stealing my remote during Wendy. 

It's not too bad- those items are FUN-ctional. 

But now me and Todd, nothing if not a little now our Amazon Wish Lists are starting to reflect these sentiments. 


Yup. Diving Helmet a Hunting Knife and I'm not sure...

What's killing me now is that I think Todd used my Wish list to buy Christmas gifts. 

So now I'm staring at this page: 

See that tiny blue text? Amazon is nice enough to hide what's been purchased on your wish list...but they give you an case you want to ruin the surprise. So far, I haven't looked.

I'm bad at surprises. Bad. 

Tuesday, December 7, 2010


Watch him stop and smile- he thinks I'm just taking a picture. Little ham...

Separation Anxiety

Maski is right on developmentally. Unless me, Todd or Mom-mom are within eye shot, he wells up, starts to grunt and/or gets crocodile tears until someone is back in his field of vision. We can't even be in the next room. Little Scootie needs his community. As far as I'm concerned, this is GOOD. Stranger = Danger. have someone telling you your baby is being tortured; that he's suffering.

I'm even reluctant to post this because I'm so traumatized about the whole thing...but writing is therapeutic, no?

BB was the Baby J in Neumann University's Greccio and Live Nativity this past Sunday. 

I was nervous from the beginning...why didn't they ask me or TBone to be an angel? Mary or Joseph? A SHEEP even?! 

Once again, go with your parental instinct, people, if it doesn't feel right, it isn't.

BB getting dressed in his warm winter suit. Left, swaddling clothes. 

Still happy!

This kid is a long as he's with Mommy.

Hand off- he's screaming here. I'm cringing, feeling sick...

Not sure if you can see St. Francis's face...he's cringing too. 

Doing their best...

This hurts to even think about it...

Trying the pacifier...

And right then it happened -(while I was doing the mommy sway repeating over and over and over and over to myself, "his basic needs are met: he's fed, he's warm, clean dipe...he's just with strangers, thisisalmostover he's fine...) some man approached me and said, "they should really get that baby's mother to stop this."

Me: I'm his mother.

Jerk: well don't you think you should do something about this? That baby is suffering!!! He's being tortured!

Me: Thanks, but this is hard enough for me, sir, you don't have to tell me.

Him- pointing and yelling in my face about how bad this is- in jumps Todd and other people who physically remove this dude. I speed walk up on stage to get BB and as soon as I do he stops crying and sit with him.

I've been tortured about it since. Seriously. 

I keep thinking- if it wasn't for this man, would I even been upset? I don't know- we might've all had a good laugh that Maks was an unhappy Baby J and that's that...but instead I am still SICK over it- I get nauseous anytime I think about it. 

Ug. Mommy guilt sucks. That man made me feel like a stage mom who was forcing her kid to wear false teeth like those idiots on that pageant show. 

Hey friends, let's be nice to each other AND STRANGERS about children. 
A few minutes later, everyone is just fine.