Thursday, December 15, 2011

Christmas Shopping: COMPLETE.

Success baby LOVES shopping.

I can't believe how easy it was this year. Seriously. I usually stress over buying and shopping for presents- not to mention, my sister's and dad's birthday are on the 18th and 22nd respectively. I only get paid once a month and I've felt a certain kind of way about buying for the people on my list (I feel like I don't buy them the stuff they want...whatever...)

So this year, I tried to do it differently- saved my pennies all year, made an ING holiday stash and then relied COMPLETELY on Amazon. I made an order last Sunday with prezzies for everyone and put them on hold so I could think about it, tweak the list, etc. Also, I left the gift giving for Todd's family up to Todd.

This morning, payday (just in case I needed my emergency Christmas fund for other things) I hit the send button around 7:15am and ALREADY three things have shipped.

Also, as I think I've previously mentioned, I've been reading Living in Gratitude and the topic this month is about selfless giving and receiving. I've always been a little stressed about gift giving because the recipients don't seem to get as excited as I do- or rather, my expectations of their reaction to the gift doesn't match the actual reaction- and we all know about expectations (in general) and their potential for setting us up for failure.

So, I'm trying to buys gifts I really think these people will like- and then become unattached to their reaction (and enclose a gift receipt just in case ;-) Another great aspect to Amazon? If the price for the gift I want to get is a little higher than I have budgeted I can EASILY search for an alternative.

Steps for this included- NOT sending a follow up email to my brother and sisters about how we'll to gifts for the kiddies and each other. After initial conversations I got the impression we'd just be swapping money- and I didn't like that idea. I don't really like to give money. SO- kiddies are getting a present that I think is REALLY cool- and if you're reading this bros and sisses, they do not make noise.

Overall? Success. Now just a few things to do (homemade cards- I'm an asshole) and CHRISTMAS MERRIMENT CAN COMMENCE.





Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Picture Tuesdee.

The saddest sound in the world? A little boy with a fever overnight. He was so sad...

And I got a crap night sleep...but then got to stay home in the morning with him!

He's a real trip.

BB, taking his temperature.

Monday, December 12, 2011

The end of maternity leave.

My friend KDet. is about to end her maternity leave. Scary stuff, right? We were emailing this morning about it and I came up with a list that was important/helpful for me.

I thought I'd share it with yous.

Good luck, God speed and get thee to a Coffee house.

1. YOU'LL BE FINE!!

2. Most mom's won't tell you this...but sometimes I actually like going to work to get a minute for uninterrupted, guilt free time in the bathroom, drinking coffee, looking at my hair in the mirror, surfing the internet. When you have [insert awesome baby's name here], I'm sure you don't stop for coffee (to a place where you have to get out of the car, at least)- so do a little something nice for yourself daily (or weekly if you can't rationalize daily) that is much more challenging now that baby is the #1 in the [fill in last name] house. 

3. Do a dry run. Get up a few morning's before the big day when you would get up, practice getting ready, getting baby ready, getting everybody breakfast, and getting out to the car- and then either go and visit someone or go back inside to cry a little and hug your nugget. 

4. You're boss isn't kidding- it is hard. Really- but you have a network of sisters who have blazed the trail before you and as for those who have yet to come? You'll be able to share your story with those broads later. You're strong- you can do it! And...just [tell husband/sig other s/he] should buy you a present- I tell TBone that any time I do something that makes me snuffly. 

5. Maybe plan lunch with a friend out for the day you get back or the day after that- it'll give you something to focus on. And be choosy who they are- will you need a distraction? Choose someone who HAS seen you so you don't have to recount the labor and delivery story. OR will you want to gush about Baby all day? Choose someone who can share the WHOLE story with! Either way, good distraction. 

Call me if you need anything- really- you can do it!

So there's my list buds. What else can a working ma share? I'd love to hear from yous. (really, I'm sick of this shizz, start commenting...or else. I need some new blogs to read from some real ass Bs. I have four buds who keep up with their blogs...the rest of them out there..."oh, my life/husband/vagina are great/flawless." barf.) I say that with the most love in my heart. 

27 Weeks.

Hey dudes!

Happy Monday to yous all. This is my very most favorite time of the year- it's finals week at my place of business and that means...? No real work that is available for me to do- I've put off doing things here and there so that I keep busy- but no crazy deadlines. Next week will be MUCH different. The shizz is going to hit the fan as I get to check and recheck who's eligible for athletic participation.

Wee!

Until then, I can take this week to catch up on my correspondences and snoop around.

So, what a great time to update you all on the nugget in ma belly. I'm mad. I haven't done the weekly shizz I did with Maksi- it's mostly because he stands in his crib watching Thomas while I get dressed and it slips my mind. AND that I'm not in the same shape I was when I was carrying him. Hopefully that means two things; 1.) Dos will SLIDE right out hot dog in a hallway style and b.) I'll be reinvigorated to use the camera soon.

In the mean time, I've waltzed into my third trimester. DosieDoe is approx two pounds. I've gained more weight than I'm willing to admit but it's surely because of the highly restrictive diet I WAS on prior to getting knocked up and then promptly stopping said diet. Pants are a sticky subject. I'm a legging fiend but I'm running out of tunics or other long shirts that go with the leggings. Finally, it feels like Dosie is flipping over today...or at least doing this inside my uterus (and for anyone who's keeping track is allegedly 2.5" above my naval):




Here are a few snapshots from this morning.

Me and BB singing in the morning to Daddy when we text him to rub in how much fun we're having while he's at work. The picture I left out is the one of me crying because I have to get up and GO to work.  


Emily (the doodooo- BB speak for Choo Choo) taking a cruise around Dosie's house. 


BB right after he gave DosieDoe a kiss. 

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Resolve.

Last year I resolved to declutter the house. In years passed, I've vowed to wear belts with pants that require them and made sure I flossed every day.

This year- I think it might be the year of finding contentment and creativity.

Ya see, with the whole clutter aspect of my resolution I found that what was more needed was moving things around in the house so the flow of each room was more reasonable. Things that got moved to new places: the dishwasher (it's a roll up) the recycling container, the couch, our bed, cleaning products. Those were the big players. Each of these VERY small moves made my house so much more livable. It really contributed to the feng shui, if you will. These small changes got me thinking...

Resolution: make awesome memories with more small changes.

Rationale: This past year has WHIZZED by. I want to relish in this year and all years to come. We started our Kurpel Christmas Read Along (and although I know Maksi is really only interested in the cherclate in the Advent calendar) he's reminding us (at 18 months!?!) after dinner to get to business and read our story (eat our cherclate.) This has made me SO happy at night. So happy.

The plan:

1. call, write thank you notes and send more cards. people like mail. people don't read email.

2. monthly DIY project. I like to craft. I plan on being home more this spring since I'll a) be on maternity leave and 2) am not coaching lacrosse. Summer is now WIDE open. Furthermore, Maksi needs to get the creative juices fertilized. Choosing a weekend each month, going to the craft store and gettin' our glue on.

3. go shopping in my own closet.

4. spend more time with my husband, child(ren), siblings and parents.


These plans are not final. I would like to hear about your resolutions so that I can steal them to tweak mine. I used to take a real light-hearted approach to these (see the one about the belts.) I think they offered good training for bigger, better resolutions. And it's time to make a move.


The smallest change in our life right now told me what she really though of my sparkly sweater and peed on my arm this morning. Welcome to the family, MauxMaux!


Tuesday, December 6, 2011

But I want a chalkboard wall!!

TBone and I are trying to move. And by trying, I mean, the house has been on the market for nearly a year and we've only had one person come through- and it was on the 4th of July.

Sure, the house is probably over priced. Whatever, can change it much. Also, it's really not urgent for us to move at this point- and depending on the gender of our next we may not even have to move until Mommy and Daddy need some more alone time- and in that case, the downstairs may make a fine bedroom.

Until then, we're making the joint more liveable. This month we had a guy put in cement front steps and put in new windows on the ground floor and in the kitchen and dining room. You know what's nice? NO DRAFTS. I feel like royalty living in a cozy house...

I've really been wanting to paint a chalk board wall like my bud Shannon has (link takes you to her sweet advent-style wall) and to be honest- if I know anything about real estate, as soon as the paint is on the wall, someone will call that instant to see the house...wet paint and all. Whatevs.

So, in the spirit of keeping the house a little more neutral so that potential buyers would be interested, to have my cake and eat it to, so to speak, I bought me some of this:

WHITE BOARD CONTACT PAPER!


TBone has been bothering me for a calendar at home- so we're satisfying both of our needs and saddling up (my need is to write on a wall, his to know where I am.)


So there she blows.

My junk is in blue. Todds in brown. I'm way too busy.





Friday, December 2, 2011

Baby Watching.

I was lucky enough to get home around 5:30 last night. We made dinner and got started on a new family tradition. Ya see, I'm reading this book, Living in Gratitude a year long reflection about being thankful. It's a nice read and it's guiding me through my morning pages (three pages, stream of consciousness, nonstop writing.)

One day last week it talked about what family traditions I remember from childhood and which ones I'll be passing to my family and what new ones we're creating. I got a little choked up about it. Since we were back and forth for most holidays and didn't have a real holiday routine I don't remember if there was a holiday tradition. Furthermore, mom and dad practice different religions so holidays that included church, again, were different.

So- Todd suggested we start some. I bought three advent calendars with chocolate in the windows and one of the Chicken's Soup books that has a daily Christmas story. After dinner every night we're going to read one and eat our cherclate. We started last night and Maksi just wanted to play with my yoga mat and eat ALL the cherclates. He's starting to understand stuffs so we told him we'll have another one tomorrow.

It was fun.

I saw this picture after I put him to bed-




...and got a GREAT laugh since...I watched him play with my new over sized yoga mat for an hour (see the small section about toy recognition.)








Oh, this one? He's started taking his clothes off. Real cute. 



And a video:




Thursday, December 1, 2011

Secret Santee

A few weeks ago I started lurking around on Reddit.com. Reddit is a site where people submit content and people can comment or upvote or downvote it (similar to facebook and the Like nonsense.)

So, I found out shortly after they have a subdivision- redditgifts.com and pair people up for a gift exchange. I was signing up for the Secret Santa exchange but they've done a mug exchange, a Halloween exchange and a few others.

I love presents, so I signed up...

We had to write a brief profile about ourselves:

Things that are sparkly, fun, or as seen on TV. I love amazon, sun glasses and things that are funny. Fave TV show is House, guilty pleasure movie is Legally Blonde. I'm not a gamer. I teach English to college freshman, I coach collegiate field hockey. I need a new whistle. I appreciate warm and weather proof hats and gloves. I LOVE stationary and pens. I have a magic 8 bouncy ball (think magic 8 ball, instead of shaking, bounce.) I already have a fanny pack. I LOVE bold, black, strong coffee and jokes about that. I'm a novice photoshopper. I'm a lady. kthanks.soexcited.

...and you can also creep and see what kind of content your match puts up on reddit

...and YESTERDAY I GOT MY GIFTS!!

A Robostir, the rolls royce of coaching whistles and a $25 Amazon.com gift card!

So, my Santee was not as helpful- I'm waiting for the packages to be delivered to me so I can put them in one box. 

I got him this, and this and this

Because he told me this: Helpful Tips from FullMetalJoint: love computers, and anything glowy or shiny

The USB- fun? I guess?

The stickers are the little icon/mascot or reddit.

The plant? After some digging I found out that he smokes, ahem, trees. And apparently the symbol of trees on reddit is the pineapple. So there's that.

Do you have other suggestions? Please send one along because I saw this today...and now I'm feeling like I'm not that generous. I scoured the site for a price limit. Some people are ridiculous. 


Seriously. A cruise. 


Friday, November 18, 2011

The hand you're dealt.

This week I got to enjoy one of the perks of working in higher education and attend a conference by a locally, if not nationally renown psychologist. My office is in the Mirenda Center for Sport, Spirituality and Character Development that houses the Athletic Department and the Institute of the same name (ISSCD). The YouTube video inviting peeps:




And it was so awesome- first of all, I would be remiss if I didn't thank TBone for moving mountains and taking off from work to help me get to work early/at all. I double booked myself to help Lauren with the twins for an appointment- and TBone helped his lady out and went in her place.

So I got to attend- and I was so glad. I'm a collegiate coach. I pride myself in being different/ I try to inspire them to be better than me. Because, it's not about me- I've already played. I often remember my experience- I was a decent player, but struggled with distractions- grades, diet, training, the fear of not being the best. I waited until my senior year to email my lacrosse coach a LOOOOOOOOOONG rambling email about how I think too much on the field. His reply- stop thinking. Just play. 

Play. 

Among the topic of Alienation and Ostracism in Sports, Dr. Gottlieb talked about children. He said something in the lunch that the Institute organized for us that was well worth the price of admission. He was talking about parents on the side lines of games and how they fly off the handle at pee-wee games, "you have to raise the kid you get, not the kid you want." 

I put so much pressure on myself as a player/kid/student that I never felt like I was doing enough. It's gotten better over the years but I still feel it- not doing enough. Living up to an imaginary standard that I sometimes get caught up and forget to enjoy the life/work/play that I have.

What a metaphor for life, eh? 

And perhaps we can apply it to life too. Live the life you get, not the life you want. And sure- there are some problems with that alone- we all want to work toward something. But...chasing the dragon won't get us to happiness. Gratitude just might. 

Cheers, y'all. I have yoga school all weekend. 

If you have a minute, browse around on my new Thirty-One website. I'm starting to sell these jawns and if you'd like to host a virtual party on your blog, please EMAIL ME for details!

You would get some SWEET gifts based on the sales of your party (that we could do a giveaway for and have the "party" last a week(s).)

You can like me on the facebooks too!



Thursday, November 17, 2011

Getting into the Bag Game.

What up dudes.

So. It's finally happened. I'm getting into the bag game.

As I grow older, I'm finding, rather, accepting certain things about myself. I used to spend a couple of hundred dollars on a purse at once. Coach was my jam for a while. They're pretty. And the smell of leather, OH! The smell of leather...and they made such a big deal out of them. By they, I mean other women. I LOVE your purse- is that the new Coach bag? One of my former students: Where'd you get that? 52nd street? Me: Uh, Macy's. It's real. <<her eyes widen.>>

I can't lie, those compliments always made me feel good- but you know what didn't? Spending $300+ to make it happen. And the BACK PAIN!! OH! The back pain from all of that HEAVY leather and metal hardware. I get really bad back knots...and those sporadic compliments did NOT alleviate the pain that was caused by carrying around 30 pounds of crap in a 25 pound leather purse.

A few months ago my MIL was sitting at work and a coworker approached her about a fundraiser- she was selling Thirty-one bags. She was guilted into buying two- one for me and a personalized lunch pail for BB (since  it's likely we'll NEVER walk into a Hallmark and find a prefab kid's key chain/mug/shirt with 'Maksim' on it.)

So long story short- no matter how much I like the feeling I get from people being SO JEALOUS they can hardly stand - because my bag was $300 and awesome (dripping with sarcasm) I much prefer getting a $30 bag, the same compliments and have it be light as a feather. With a hundred pockets. To carry all of my things. Because Mama needs her things. 






So, with Christmas around the corner, hollar at me if you want to get something- here's my site.

I'd love to host a part on your blog too- so creepers who read and don't comment, get your asses out of the creeper closet and say hello! Hostesses get FANTASTIC free gifts...AND we don't have to actually have the party at someone's house and worry about all of the mayonnaise and cream cheese based dips. Unless you want to throw a party- I'll be happy to do that too!


Article about TMoney


Todd moved to Philadelphia in 2004 after graduating from the University of Scranton with a degree in Marketing. On their honeymoon in 2008, Todd and his wife, Sarah, decided to sign up for a 5K in Maui. After completing the 5K, Todd decided it was time to get back into running and decided to sign up for some races in Philadelphia. Somewhere around this time, Todd read a story about Back on My Feet in Runner’s World magazine. He also noticed that the SunTrust National Marathon (now Rock and Roll) in Washington DC had links for fundraising for BoMF on its page to help raise money to start the DC chapter. He signed up as a FundRacer and was pleasantly surprised to see the support from friends and family. In addition, Todd noticed the BoMF presence at a lot of the races he was running, including the Broad Street Run and the Caesar Rodney Half Marathon. At this point Todd was interested in seeing how he could become more involved.
In June 2011, Todd signed up for the non-res orientation and went to the morning run at New Jerusalem Now the next day. From day one, Todd felt welcome at NJN and was excited to add the morning runs to his days. He took over as team leader in November 2011 and hopes to remain involved with Back on My Feet for as long as possible. The BoMF experience has enabled Todd to grow as a person and he enjoys feeling a part of the community.
In addition to running with BoMF, Todd enjoys going to Phillies games with his wife and son. He is also in the process of collecting as many graduate degrees as possible and is currently working towards a Ph.D. in Conflict Analysis and Resolution from Nova Southeastern University.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Awesome snacks.

hey dudes.

Two awesome snacks I thought I'd share with you. One quick and easy with ZERO clean up, the other minimal clean up.

One: CHOCOLATE GRAHAM CRACKERS and yogurt. Crumble them up, dip them, eat them separately- with fruit, without- awesome.

Next- I've been on a quest to recreate my gram's pancakes. I like a thin, floppy, heavy pancake SOAKED in butter.

It took me having the internet for twenty years (yea, since 1991) to finally google, "make pancakes more like crepes" to find out the secret. More milk.

That's IT?! I've screwed around with butter, with trying to flatten the jawns, everything. No dice.



And here are some pictures of this little pip eating hummus and chips. 





And a video of him being awesome. 



Saturday, November 12, 2011

23 Weeks

Man. You stop working out for a mont (two weeks, back on the wagon at this point) and stop taking weekly pics... And the belly size sneaks up.

Happy 23 weeks, Dosie-do. So far, you're a nice baby. Pokes and kicks at night. And just like BB, you fall asleep during yoga. Your movements are starting to actually move the blankets, bed and pillows around when I'm reclined. You're VERY strong.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Scat Mat Update aka How Twitter Might Improve My Marriage

So, @onpets started following me on twitter today- and on a desperate whim I asked them for a free scat mat- and they sent me this:



Holy SMOKES!!! Just for me?!

Up Vote!

writer's block.

writer's block writer's block writer's block.

I've been a busy little bee and this is the first time in my life I've been able to wet AND dry Swiffer my living quarters three or more times a week- something I'd love to pat myself on the back about. Alas, I'm in a writing rut. I'm even sensing it in my class. I read the kiddie's second draft of a paper about cell phones and civility and...I must be doing something wrong. NO FIRST OR SECOND PERSON, I've said. MAKE YOUR POINT IN FEWER WORDS, I've said. DON'T ASK QUESTIONS, I've said.

Second drafts? First and second person. Questions. Weak, wordy arguments. There has to be something I can do.

Today in class I'm going to have them do a fun exercise I found on reddit.com- teacher assigned partners, they had to park themselves in front of email one night and take turns writing a story. One student was a male gamer, other a hopeless female romantic. Hilarity ensued. I'm sure I won't get exact results but I'm really in the need of a laugh...or blog inspiration...or something. I'm going to tweak it- assign partner, write for two minutes, switch. Repeat 8 times. Read aloud for extra credit. Turn in for class credit.

Shannon's post today was a topical one for me. She's giving away a Scentcy (that word looks so wrong) gift from a buddy of hers. My MIL gave me a thirty-one bag that I fuggin' love. A former player started selling Mary Kay. Another bud of mine did those sexy-time parties before. We've alllll been suckered into going to these. I don't want to sell door to door. I don't want think I want to host parties. But I like this idea (selling fun crap I don't need...but still so DESPERATELY NEED.)

In other giveaway news, I won my very first one this week. Back in August, I signed up for a Yoga Journal giveaway- the chances looked good 78 overall winners...and I was one of them! I won a pair of these. Pretty excited.


Funny note side. All of my players (women aged 18-22) are ALL OVER Pintrest. All over it. They've told me that they've planned their weddings, dream date, future home interior. I found it funny that me and my buds were ahead of the curve. Great news: We're not losing our coolness, girls. However, someone asked me who WuTang was the other day.

To keep my good giveaway karma going, I tweeted a pet company about the need for a scat mat. You see, I have a cat who is still mad, 18 months later, that he'e not allowed upstairs. When I was about 8 months preg with BB we decided cat hair/vom/general yetch was a no-no in the crib. So, between the hours of 2am and 6am the cat DIGS, CLAWS and scratches at the door because he misses us. I've tried using bed of nails mat to keep him away. He'll just push it aside and get to work on the door. So, my husband leaves our marital bed every night to sleep on the couch because it bothers him too much. And I miss him. I want him to sleep next to me. So, if anyone out there is listening, please send me a free scat mat. Or adopt my slightly used but very lovable, and great with kids cat.

Finally, going to yoga class tonight for the first time in over a month- I've been to seminars and such but haven't made class since I've been VISIBLY pregnant. Last time I was there teacher tried to remind the class to lay on their backs for final relaxation...I think the prompt came because I was on my side. I think this time he'll probably just let me go about my business...and SPEAKING OF WHICH...WTF heartburn? Can't lay on my right side (or back now) at ALL.

This B needs a la-z-boy.




Monday, November 7, 2011

Shannanigans/Shabby Apple Giveaway

I'm trying to get back into blogging. I SWEARS I'm having a girl. I feel like an ugly duckling.

This necklace might help me feel less that way. One of my besties Shannon is having some giveaways this week. Go to her blog.

Follow her directions.

Help ME win. 

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Seasonal Affective Disorder

Yo dudes!

Two days of drowsy crap weather (Sue Serio's only been giving them 2 out of 10 Netflix stars...) and I've had enough!

ENOUGH!

The good- season is winding down. The days I work outdoors this year are numbered. As a coach, this can be viewed as bad- losing stinks- or good- more Maksi and mommy time.

Two pics (that many have seen already.)

One, Dos.


Since we nick-named the babe Dos, it was funny hearing people's reactions- peeps thought we were having twins. I see how that can be confusing. 



Second- pic of BB. People tell me all the time that he looks like Todd- no DOUBT he has features that belong to my loving husband...but seriously? This kid looks like me- especially when I was a kiddo. 

CHEEEESE.

Going to pick up a Primo sammich.

Laterz

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Pumpkin Overkill

I don't know about you dudes, but I really look forward to the fall. Shorts and longins' (long sleeves,) getting snuggley in my Forever Lazy, fall leaves, not sweating all day, the smell of cinnamon and spices in the air, coming up with great costume ideas for my husband, son and friends (but not for me)...all of those things.

But this year, I felt assaulted by the season when Starbucks started a contest in JULY for patrons to vote which store cared more about pumpkin flavor so they would be the FIRST to get it in September. This made me think of of the Christmas decos being set up the week of Halloween. I was THRILLED when I saw this on reddit.com about Nordstrom and the 2011 holiday season:

Someone finally had some sense...but um, are these poor Nordstromers coming in to work on t-Giving  to decorate? Boo hiss!
I feel like the marketing machines are taking advantage of us. Pumpkin everything. And guess what, folks...they're tricking you. Pumpkin is a squash. You know what they do to achieve the awesome fall-like flavor? Use spices. So, really...they should be called Spiced ______. Sorry if I'm a buzzkill. Whomp, whomp.

In the last two months, I've used/consumed the following in pumpkin flavor:

Latte
Coffee
Butter 
Cream Cheese
Atlantic City Boardwalk Fudge
Lotion
Candles 
Bread
Cup cakes
Pie
Funnel Cake (this was BANGIN')
Cheesecake
Ice Cream (at Brusters)
Tasty Kake Pies
Pancakes
Scone
Muffin

And of course, I've seen the beer...but haven't had any. :-/

Otherwise, they're all very desserty 

It's a WONDER I'm not a thousand pounds.

Some unconventional pumpkin flavored stuff that I'm interested in trying...but not really:


So I don't know- it's all a bit much- and I'm almost pumpkin'd out. 

Does anyone have or has anyone seen a good pumpkin dish or treat? Hollar at me. 



Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Mommy Tricks

I'm so burnt and bent out of shape. I've been trying to send myself email ideas of blogs to write but I don't even remember where I wanted to begin.

I've been trying a little experiment with BB- playing the same songs at the same time of the day.

Bedtime Mix- low-key songs: Beautiful Boy, Lennon; All I need, Air; and Broken Heart, Eddie Vedder (his ukulele album.)

Same as meal times- which isn't as consistent since I only see him for breakfast- I've been coming hope past 8pm on most nights. Ugh. Mommy guilt in full effect.

Meal Times Mix: lounge-y but up-beat, lively and happy. Afternoon Delight (I smile every time this comes on. I can't wait until he realizes what this song's about) Clocks, 50 Ways to Leave your Lover, Another Sunny Day (Belle and Sebastian), Baby I Love Your Way, Kokomo, Blackbird, Could You Be Loved, Is this Love and Three Little Birds.

Results- Bed time- after the third song, he's OUT. This could be because he's run ragged by the time I bring him up at 8:30. I hear some discussion about people who insist 7:30 is bed time...but Maksi doesn't go down until at least 8:30- and if we see the tell-tale tired-boy signs (he turns into 25 year old Sarah after 3am and 7+ Busch pounders- falling all over the place) maybe a little sooner.

I think I have to tweak the meal time mix- I've been shuffling the songs so with 10, there are 3,628,800 possible combinations.We aren't really getting into a rhythm so I think we'll just play from start to finish from here out. For all of you math nerds out there, there are only 6 possible combinations of songs with the 3 (10! vs. 3! = BIG difference.)

I learned this at some teacher's training some time ago- playing songs to set your student's mood. I don't like to think of it as tricking my kid into eating time or sleeping time with the use of some Pavlovian theory...rather, I'm helping him learn how to transition. My parenting theory goes like this: if it's too hard or there's too much resistance...shit ain't right. There's GOT to be an easier way. Most times there is.

Any of you birds do anything to create a more mom-friendly routine for your little birds?

I'd LOVE to hear them.



Monday, October 3, 2011

PhD Widow

TBone was away this past weekend in sunny Fort Lauderdale for his bi-yearly PhD residency. That means...I'm a PhD widow.

I've been spending many nights and weekends alone watching movies after I put BB to sleep since Todd has been so wrapped up in school work. It's been difficult but I'm insisting that he get's it done since there will be negative time once Dos makes an appearance. I'd rather this famine now so we can feast when babies will remember this kind of stuff.

Here's my weekend in pics I sent to Todd:

Friday night din-din with all of Maksi's buddies. 


Friday night GChatting with Daddy. 


Saturday morning bus ride to beautiful downtown Scranton, PA to play FH there. 


Maksi and all of his buddies- and the last place Grove was seen. 


Mat to stop the damn door scratches. I bought one of these mats weeks ago. It HURTS like hell to sit/lay on it. Scamp and the 5am door digging was relentless and since I didn't have time to get to the pet store to get a Scat Mat (that shocks the animals when they step on it) I improvised. Scamp does NOT like stepping on this. Door digging minimized. 

Aunt Jackie held on to BB on Sunday morning while I taught yoga at Olde Mill Yoga and he was tuckered out after the trip.


And he got tatted up thanks to Ava and Aunt Jackie. He loved it. Kept saying taaaa-tooooooo. Hilarious.



And this morning, we had a break through just as I hoped we would. He's only addressed two people in his life by their first name thus far: Da-eeeee (Daddy) and Emmmm-o (Elmo.)

And this morning...he called me Maaaaah-meeeeeeee. I could've cried. 

Just when I was so tired, so overwhelmed with work, so overwhelmed with the house and just about everything else...Maaaaaaah-meeeeeeeeee. 

Good boy. 



Monday, September 19, 2011

A Rose by any Other Name

My vegetable gardening escapes don't usually go as planned but you know what I can grow? 

Roses. 

When I was younger my mom took me to Styers WAY before it turned into Terrain at Styers and bought me a rose bush with coral roses. Bee-utiful.  And the guy told us the key to keeping your bush blooming all summer (that only sounds a little dirty): trimming them after they bloom.


See the reddish stuffs up there and below? That happens after a good snipitty-snip.



After a bloom when the flower has lost its luster or if you want to take them inside to enjoy 'em, find a place on the stem where there are five leaves on one shoot and slice it up right by it, leaving the five leaves- see above- some leaf clusters have three, some five- snip before the five.



This encourages more growth and just days later, more buds will be a-growin'. 



Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Seeds, scattered and sewn, update!

I know you've been dying to find out...


a cucumber?


some sort of pepper?


tomatoes!

So I let the one at the bottom vine ripen an extra day...to find a worm made a feast of it. D'oh!

fingers crossed for cuke sammies in under a week. 

Friday, September 9, 2011

Fourteen Weeks

Yo dudes!

I love/hate the fall and for the same reason- being REALLY busy.

Pictorial update:

8/12

8/19

Today, 9/9/11, 14 weeks.

I get the Groupon/Living Social deals each day. I probably buy one in a fortnight. This is the best photographic evidence I could come up with to show my complete satisfaction for the deal. It set us back 50 bones for $150 (two hours) of house cleaning. What the camera could not capture: I came home to a first floor that smelled like a hotel...and looked a little like one too. It was still a little expensive BUT during field hockey preseason when I worked 48 hours that week, it was well worth the splurge. 

We got BB new boots. He fancy, huh?

Mr. Maniac at 7am yesterday. He learned how to use "uh-oh" properly. Hilarious stuff.