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Thursday, October 1, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Conversations with Cole
We gave Cole a bath last night and Hottie was talking to him and Cole was talking back. A couple of times, Cole started laughing, a new thing for him. Food for my soul. I was lucky enough to catch it on video. Check him out.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Random Thoughts
The weather this weekend was spectacular. Neither hot nor cold, the perfect temperature to open the windows and the doors allowing the breeze to drift through the house and sweeping in the fresh scent. I love this type of weather, where it's neither summer nor winter, but the time right in between, be it spring or fall.
Hottie worked his early morning shift this weekend and was home by early afternoon. We spent the afternoons driving around and looking at houses. You know, the type that we can't afford. It's fun to walk through them and see all the potential if only we were rich.
I've decided that I want a camera. I've wanted one for a couple of years, one of the really nice ones that you can manually zoom in on the subject of the picture and snap an eyelash up close if I wanted to. These cameras aren't cheap. I look at Little Man and worry that I'm not taking enough pictures, not capturing all of the moments that I need to in order to remember the little things that he does when he's the age that he is now. How he scrunches up his entire face when the sun shines on him, how his tongue seems to be a separate part of his body and constantly sticks out, his chubby little cheeks. I want the camera to capture everything that my memory might one day forget.
Hottie worked his early morning shift this weekend and was home by early afternoon. We spent the afternoons driving around and looking at houses. You know, the type that we can't afford. It's fun to walk through them and see all the potential if only we were rich.
I've decided that I want a camera. I've wanted one for a couple of years, one of the really nice ones that you can manually zoom in on the subject of the picture and snap an eyelash up close if I wanted to. These cameras aren't cheap. I look at Little Man and worry that I'm not taking enough pictures, not capturing all of the moments that I need to in order to remember the little things that he does when he's the age that he is now. How he scrunches up his entire face when the sun shines on him, how his tongue seems to be a separate part of his body and constantly sticks out, his chubby little cheeks. I want the camera to capture everything that my memory might one day forget.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Foot in Mouth
A couple of weeks ago I bought some new software called Photoshop which enables you to doctor photos, enhance them, and create some special effects. I've been anxious to try out this new software and test it out with some pictures of Little Man, but like so many things, time has gotten away from me.
Well, on my way home from work today I was thinking about how I want to take a good picture of me and put it on the header of this blog. I thought to myself, I'll have to get Hottie to take some pictures of me.
Well, the following conversation took place when I got home and I hope you see the humor in it like I do. Made me laugh hysterically, especially when he had no idea what he said and asked me, what's so funny?
Me: Babe, I want to take some really nice pictures of me and put them on my blog. You know, maybe up in the corner or something, on the header section?
Hottie: Yeah.
Me: A close up of my face, but I want to look really pretty.
Hottie: We'll have to use the Photoshop that you bought.
Well, on my way home from work today I was thinking about how I want to take a good picture of me and put it on the header of this blog. I thought to myself, I'll have to get Hottie to take some pictures of me.
Well, the following conversation took place when I got home and I hope you see the humor in it like I do. Made me laugh hysterically, especially when he had no idea what he said and asked me, what's so funny?
Me: Babe, I want to take some really nice pictures of me and put them on my blog. You know, maybe up in the corner or something, on the header section?
Hottie: Yeah.
Me: A close up of my face, but I want to look really pretty.
Hottie: We'll have to use the Photoshop that you bought.
$25,000
Hottie wants to enter Little Man in a beauty contest. Yes, you read that right. The DADDY wants to enter the baby in the contest.
He calls me up at work one day and tells me that he's found this web site and we could enter in a picture of Cole and win a lot of money if he wins the grand prize. $25,000.
I'm thinking someone told him about the site or someone he knows has entered in their child as well and that's why he wants to do it. Nope, that's not why he wants to enter.
Everyone keeps telling him, the way that people do when they see a picture, "wow, what a cute baby!", "that baby is so pretty", "he sure is going to get lots of girls when he gets older!" So, Hottie, hearing all this, goes online, finds a beauty contest and now wants to enter Little Man into the contest.
Now, don't forget, that Hottie also knows that Little Man looks just like him.
Did I mention the grand prize is $25,000?
He calls me up at work one day and tells me that he's found this web site and we could enter in a picture of Cole and win a lot of money if he wins the grand prize. $25,000.
I'm thinking someone told him about the site or someone he knows has entered in their child as well and that's why he wants to do it. Nope, that's not why he wants to enter.
Everyone keeps telling him, the way that people do when they see a picture, "wow, what a cute baby!", "that baby is so pretty", "he sure is going to get lots of girls when he gets older!" So, Hottie, hearing all this, goes online, finds a beauty contest and now wants to enter Little Man into the contest.
Now, don't forget, that Hottie also knows that Little Man looks just like him.
Did I mention the grand prize is $25,000?
Monday, September 21, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Rain
I used to hate the rain. That was when I drove my little silver Saturn with the moonroof from hell. Every time it rained, it was like a waterfall flowing through the leak and gushing all over the driver's seat and the rear seat. If I saw clouds in the sky, I dreaded it and would say quick prayers to God that he wouldn't do that to me. I would call home en route and say, "Please open the garage, I need to park in it!" My car would stink of mildew for days until the moisture had dried up.
But now it's as if those years have washed away with the very rain that I dreaded. My new car doesn't leak, so I'm now fully able to enjoy what Mother Nature brings.
In Texas, you can smell the rain before it arrives. The heavy moisture hangs in the air, thickens it, and spreads its dew along the grass and the trees. And then the rain comes. Huge gushes of it. And the ground is so dry, rivers flow, lakes form over roads, and the occasional idiot is stranded with a drowned car because he tried to drive over it.
On days like this, I like to stay in and watch Mother Nature as she reminds us that we're merely humans. Uncapable of the majesty, the sheer force, that she can exert to make her point.
And then I look at my son. Every detail perfect, down to the last fingertip. Majestic.
But now it's as if those years have washed away with the very rain that I dreaded. My new car doesn't leak, so I'm now fully able to enjoy what Mother Nature brings.
In Texas, you can smell the rain before it arrives. The heavy moisture hangs in the air, thickens it, and spreads its dew along the grass and the trees. And then the rain comes. Huge gushes of it. And the ground is so dry, rivers flow, lakes form over roads, and the occasional idiot is stranded with a drowned car because he tried to drive over it.
On days like this, I like to stay in and watch Mother Nature as she reminds us that we're merely humans. Uncapable of the majesty, the sheer force, that she can exert to make her point.
And then I look at my son. Every detail perfect, down to the last fingertip. Majestic.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Dawdle
I almost always forget that English is not Hottie's first language. Sometimes, I'll get reminded of that fact when I'm least suspecting it as in the case below.
My phone at work rang.
Me: Hello? (Not the way I answer the phone at work, but you get the point.)
Hottie: You won't believe what those fuckers said to me!
Me: Who?
Hottie: Those assholes said that I dawdle! I don't fucking dawdle! I work my ass off around here.
Hottie was ranting at full speed when I caught his last sentence.
Me: Uh, babe?
Hottie: I can't believe they fucking said that! I'm one of the hardest workers on this entire team!
Me: Babe, uh, what do you think that dawdling means?
There was a long pause.
Hottie: Well, what do you think it means?
Me: You know. To pussy-foot around, to take your time with something, drag your feet, you know, dawdle.
An even longer pause.
Hottie: Oh. Well, I do do that.
My phone at work rang.
Me: Hello? (Not the way I answer the phone at work, but you get the point.)
Hottie: You won't believe what those fuckers said to me!
Me: Who?
Hottie: Those assholes said that I dawdle! I don't fucking dawdle! I work my ass off around here.
Hottie was ranting at full speed when I caught his last sentence.
Me: Uh, babe?
Hottie: I can't believe they fucking said that! I'm one of the hardest workers on this entire team!
Me: Babe, uh, what do you think that dawdling means?
There was a long pause.
Hottie: Well, what do you think it means?
Me: You know. To pussy-foot around, to take your time with something, drag your feet, you know, dawdle.
An even longer pause.
Hottie: Oh. Well, I do do that.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Giddy-Up!
Grannie got this little horse for my nephew and now that he's out grown it, its gone to Little Man. What do you think? Does he look ready to ride off into the sunset?
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Beau Games
Most mornings Beau follows me around the house while I'm getting ready for work. He'll inevitably walk in front of me, almost cause me to trip and I'll yell, "Beau! Get out of my way!"
But there are quite a few games that we also like to play with Beau. Mostly for our own amusement. This morning was no exception.
Beau sits right outside of the door of our bathroom while I'm putting on my makeup and blow drying my hair. Sometimes he lies within inches of my feet, and I have to be careful not to step on him. We haven't been able to play this morning game in quite a while because Hottie and Little Man are usually sleeping. This morning, however, everyone was up and the boys were chilling on the bed while I was blow drying my hair.
Beau came and sat by the door of the bathroom and stared at me. I could hear the boys chattering in the master bedroom. I moved the hairdryer over my hair and looked at Beau out of the corner of my eye.
Suddenly, I jerked and aimed the blow dryer right at Beau's face and lunged at him. He turned, moving his little legs so fast that his body was trying to move while his butt was still sitting along the wall! He took off running across the bedroom and turned and barked at the hairdryer.
Hottie and I died laughing. Little Man sat and looked big-eyed around the room, uncertain what was so funny.
I was still laughing moments later when I went back to blow drying my hair, and Beau came trotting back up to sit in his spot again. Mind you, I'm standing there in my underwear because I haven't dressed yet when I call to Hottie, "Watch this! I'm going to do it again!"
Confirming that Beau is still sitting there, I turned and lunged at him again.
He took off running. And my foot caught on a towel on the floor, my head slammed into the bathroom door, and my knee and elbow caught my fall on the floor.
Beau turned around in the middle of the bedroom and looked at me like, what the hell are you doing on the floor in your underwear?
I don't know who laughed harder - me or Hottie.
But there are quite a few games that we also like to play with Beau. Mostly for our own amusement. This morning was no exception.
Beau sits right outside of the door of our bathroom while I'm putting on my makeup and blow drying my hair. Sometimes he lies within inches of my feet, and I have to be careful not to step on him. We haven't been able to play this morning game in quite a while because Hottie and Little Man are usually sleeping. This morning, however, everyone was up and the boys were chilling on the bed while I was blow drying my hair.
Beau came and sat by the door of the bathroom and stared at me. I could hear the boys chattering in the master bedroom. I moved the hairdryer over my hair and looked at Beau out of the corner of my eye.
Suddenly, I jerked and aimed the blow dryer right at Beau's face and lunged at him. He turned, moving his little legs so fast that his body was trying to move while his butt was still sitting along the wall! He took off running across the bedroom and turned and barked at the hairdryer.
Hottie and I died laughing. Little Man sat and looked big-eyed around the room, uncertain what was so funny.
I was still laughing moments later when I went back to blow drying my hair, and Beau came trotting back up to sit in his spot again. Mind you, I'm standing there in my underwear because I haven't dressed yet when I call to Hottie, "Watch this! I'm going to do it again!"
Confirming that Beau is still sitting there, I turned and lunged at him again.
He took off running. And my foot caught on a towel on the floor, my head slammed into the bathroom door, and my knee and elbow caught my fall on the floor.
Beau turned around in the middle of the bedroom and looked at me like, what the hell are you doing on the floor in your underwear?
I don't know who laughed harder - me or Hottie.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Halloween
Okay, I know that Halloween is quite a ways off, but I've already ordered Little Man's Halloween costume and had to share it with everyone. Check it out at here:
http://www.onestepahead.com/catalog/product.jsp?productId=534964&parentCategoryId=90179&categoryId=90185&subCategoryId=90198
He's going to be so adorable!
http://www.onestepahead.com/catalog/product.jsp?productId=534964&parentCategoryId=90179&categoryId=90185&subCategoryId=90198
He's going to be so adorable!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Midnight Truths
My son looks like a little miniature version of his father. He has the same nose, lips, brown eyes, hands and feet as his daddy. I honestly think the few things of mine that he received are my ears and my eyelashes. And one of those may still be debatable.
Many people, I've found, are hesitant to say who he looks like. There are those who are quick to agree with me that he looks like his daddy. And then there are those who hesitate and then quickly say, "Well, it's really hard to say when babies are this little."
Seriously? Who are they trying to fool? The kid has beautiful tan skin compared to my freckles, brown eyes to my blue. I think it boils down to their fear of hurting my feelings. And why would it hurt my feelings when I happen to think his daddy is one damn fine looking man?
Well, Hottie is also one of those people who hesitated to say the truth. He would always say, "Babe, I think he looks like both of us."
"No, babe, he looks just like you." I'd tell him.
"Really? You think so?" And he'd lean over and study Cole closely, not commenting anymore.
Until one night when I heard him on the monitor as he went to get Cole for his midnight feeding. I could hear the rustling as he changed his diaper and talked to him.
"You're so cute, Cole!" He told him softly. And then? The damning evidence: "You look just like your daddy!"
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Hot Dog
My nephew was at my house visiting as my mother was also in town for the birth of Little Man and wanted to spend some time with both of her grandsons. Little Man was about a week and a half old and I went into the other room to nurse him when my nephew followed me into the bedroom. I had a cover-up on so all he saw was Little Man's feet sticking out from underneath the cover-up.
"What you doing?" My nephew asked. His bright blue eyes staring at us curiously.
Hmmm...how to explain this to a three year old?
"Feeding Cole." I decided to keep it simple.
"What he eating?" Blue Eyes stepped closer and looked at the cover-up. He reached out and before I could stop him peaked under the cover-up. I don't think he saw anything and was trying to decide how to answer so that he would understand when he said, "A hot dog?"
He was staring at me, waiting for an answer.
"Yup, he's eating a hot dog."
"I want one."
Uh oh.
"What you doing?" My nephew asked. His bright blue eyes staring at us curiously.
Hmmm...how to explain this to a three year old?
"Feeding Cole." I decided to keep it simple.
"What he eating?" Blue Eyes stepped closer and looked at the cover-up. He reached out and before I could stop him peaked under the cover-up. I don't think he saw anything and was trying to decide how to answer so that he would understand when he said, "A hot dog?"
He was staring at me, waiting for an answer.
"Yup, he's eating a hot dog."
"I want one."
Uh oh.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Happiness
I can honestly say that right now I'm the happiest I've ever been in my whole life. The only thing that would completely cap it off would be if I got a call from someone saying that they wanted to publish one of my manuscripts and pay me millions of dollars to do so.
I've got a fantastic man (not sure if you could tell considering how often I'm blogging about him!), I've got a great dog, a beautiful, healthy son, and a great house that we're still making ours. Happiness is just radiating out of me.
But happiness is a fickle emotion as we all know.
It was Saturday morning, I was blissfully happy and in a great mood. Hottie, Little Man and myself were on a short drive when Someone decided to rain on my happy day and try to infect me with his grouchiness.
But it didn't work.
I like being Blissfully Happy and think I'm going to stay that way for as long as I can.
So there. :-)
I've got a fantastic man (not sure if you could tell considering how often I'm blogging about him!), I've got a great dog, a beautiful, healthy son, and a great house that we're still making ours. Happiness is just radiating out of me.
But happiness is a fickle emotion as we all know.
It was Saturday morning, I was blissfully happy and in a great mood. Hottie, Little Man and myself were on a short drive when Someone decided to rain on my happy day and try to infect me with his grouchiness.
But it didn't work.
I like being Blissfully Happy and think I'm going to stay that way for as long as I can.
So there. :-)
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Top Two Q's
I've never noticed it before, but there seem to be top two questions that new moms get asked, especially if you're going back to work. Of course, I wouldn't have noticed it if I weren't a new mom myself, but thinking back, I know that I've also asked these questions of my fellow friends and co-workers.
Don't get me wrong - it's not annoying by any means, but it's almost funny how frequently they get asked. So, here they are with my answers.
1. Are you breastfeeding?
- Yes, I am. Exclusively so far. I pump at work so that kiddo has enough to eat while I'm gone. I'm going to try and do it for as long as possible. It's a built in food source, cheaper than formula, and it's making Little Man fat and healthy. So, I don't see any reason to stop just yet.
2. What are you doing with kiddo while you're at work?
- Luckily we have a friend that's a stay at home mom. She has two girls herself, ages 9 and 11, so Little Man is the only boy and only baby there so far. So, of course, he is getting spoiled rotten. It's working out good for all parties so far and she's great with him.
Don't get me wrong - it's not annoying by any means, but it's almost funny how frequently they get asked. So, here they are with my answers.
1. Are you breastfeeding?
- Yes, I am. Exclusively so far. I pump at work so that kiddo has enough to eat while I'm gone. I'm going to try and do it for as long as possible. It's a built in food source, cheaper than formula, and it's making Little Man fat and healthy. So, I don't see any reason to stop just yet.
2. What are you doing with kiddo while you're at work?
- Luckily we have a friend that's a stay at home mom. She has two girls herself, ages 9 and 11, so Little Man is the only boy and only baby there so far. So, of course, he is getting spoiled rotten. It's working out good for all parties so far and she's great with him.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Crappy Friend Strikes Again!
I like to think that I'm a great friend, and that all of my friends would agree with me.
But they know the truth. That sometimes I'm a really crappy friend who forgets birthdays, and RSVPs for parties and then no-shows.
Take this weekend, for example. I'd planned on going to a party that VA was hosting, visiting with all my chickadees, showing off my Little Man, and maybe spending some money that I don't have. My friend, Miss Arkansas and her hubby came into town, and we had a great time. Sunday rolled around and my mind was so focused on the upcoming week (my second week back at work) while I was shopping in the middle of Walmart (one of the greatest stores that ever existed. I mean, really, where else can you find a frozen dinner, a t-shirt, and a bicycle?) when I got The Call.
"Kim?"
"Hey, Miss Arkansas, what's up? Are you guy's having a safe trip home?"
"Um, are you not at VA's for the party?"
Oh shit. Crappy friend strikes again! Seriously, why is it so hard for me to remember this stuff? Does my brain just hit the delete button at 5 PM on Friday's?
I'm going to have to find a way to make it up to her. Right after I find a way to make it up to Miss Arkansas that I forgot her birthday this year. Again.
Does anyone else have this problem? Or am I the only crappy one out there? More than likely, I'm just the biggest crappy one. Or the crappiest of the crappy. God, I've been changing too many diapers lately. Maybe that's why I have crap on my brain...
But they know the truth. That sometimes I'm a really crappy friend who forgets birthdays, and RSVPs for parties and then no-shows.
Take this weekend, for example. I'd planned on going to a party that VA was hosting, visiting with all my chickadees, showing off my Little Man, and maybe spending some money that I don't have. My friend, Miss Arkansas and her hubby came into town, and we had a great time. Sunday rolled around and my mind was so focused on the upcoming week (my second week back at work) while I was shopping in the middle of Walmart (one of the greatest stores that ever existed. I mean, really, where else can you find a frozen dinner, a t-shirt, and a bicycle?) when I got The Call.
"Kim?"
"Hey, Miss Arkansas, what's up? Are you guy's having a safe trip home?"
"Um, are you not at VA's for the party?"
Oh shit. Crappy friend strikes again! Seriously, why is it so hard for me to remember this stuff? Does my brain just hit the delete button at 5 PM on Friday's?
I'm going to have to find a way to make it up to her. Right after I find a way to make it up to Miss Arkansas that I forgot her birthday this year. Again.
Does anyone else have this problem? Or am I the only crappy one out there? More than likely, I'm just the biggest crappy one. Or the crappiest of the crappy. God, I've been changing too many diapers lately. Maybe that's why I have crap on my brain...
Saturday, August 15, 2009
It's BIG!
This actually happened to one of my co-workers wife and their kids. The story was too funny not to post it here.
The wife was waiting in the doctor's office waiting room with their two kids when the little boy, who's 3, says, "Mom, look!"
She's trying to get their daughter settled on the chair, glances over, and replies, "Pull down your shirt!" He had pulled up his shirt and his little pudgy belly was on display. She turned back around when he called again, "But, Mom, look!"
She didn't look, but responded, "Pull down your shirt!"
"But, Mom, look! Look!"
Frustrated, she placed one hand on the baby's belly to hold her in place and turned to her son. He had yanked up his shirt and his belly was sticking out. When he saw that she had turned around, he quickly yanked down his pants and pointed.
"Mom, it's BIG!"
The wife was waiting in the doctor's office waiting room with their two kids when the little boy, who's 3, says, "Mom, look!"
She's trying to get their daughter settled on the chair, glances over, and replies, "Pull down your shirt!" He had pulled up his shirt and his little pudgy belly was on display. She turned back around when he called again, "But, Mom, look!"
She didn't look, but responded, "Pull down your shirt!"
"But, Mom, look! Look!"
Frustrated, she placed one hand on the baby's belly to hold her in place and turned to her son. He had yanked up his shirt and his belly was sticking out. When he saw that she had turned around, he quickly yanked down his pants and pointed.
"Mom, it's BIG!"
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