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Post-birthday

Dudes…. I got nothing for you tonight…

Post birthday feast @ Flying Fish at DisneyWorld.

Currently on the floor of my livingroom watching tivo’d Big Brother….

See ya’lls tomorrow! xoxo

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Coherency

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I might be cool.

Naw…… we all know I’m not. These days I can barely talk about anything besides V with any coherency.It feels like I can’t even have a proper conversation with anyone without throwing in numerous details about darling child. AND, what is really awful, is that I expect you to be just as interested as if I were discussing world events. Or Michael Jackson. Or politics (as if I even can).

But, hit me up about making your own baby-food, breastfeeding, diaper brands, teething and what to feed a toddler (or almost toddler) and I can talk your ear off.

This might mean that I have become uninteresting.

So while I dwell on my lack of conversational skills these days….*sigh*…. I try to focus on what I could be talking about.

MJ’s funeral…. didn’t watch…. was appalled at family parade of small children and weeping in front of microphone (awful!!), which I saw on CNN and news flashes the next day.

That lady who left her kids in the car while she waited for her take-out pizza. I noticed as I got into my car before her, and saw her wee little one looking at me from the backseat. What is with that! She glanced at me as she got in with a carefully controlled look on her face. She knew what she did.

And I will be judging her forever. Isn’t that nice of me? Seriously, just bring your kid in with you…. for reals…

Just watched ‘Gran Torino’ and man, it was one hell of a movie. Clint Eastwood is an amazing director. Usually, I leave the room during most movies, or talk over the whole thing. I refrained *cough cough* partially from talking through it.

Teething is my enemy. V is a teething master, and by master I really mean I wish he would stop. Or the teeth would stop. But since there are many empty spaces left in that little mouth of his, I imagine that there will be  a lot of interesting nights to come.

I found a grape seed firmly lodged in his front teeth this evening. And it was a full-on war to wriggle it out. Followed by a huge tantrum. Which makes me think that he might be a little spoiled…. just a bit…

I have reconnected with some interesting people over the last few years. Mostly through facebook. Which I both curse for it’s addiction and embrace for its full-on ridiculousness… And then embrace again for the people that I reconnected with…

I sometimes fool myself into thinking that I take good nature photos. And sometimes I do. I would like a macrolense so I could experiment with some tighter construction, hopefully ending with some clearer shots.

I really need a pedicure.

See? It is all so self-focused… and mostly about babies and celebrity gossip. Oh, and me. *sigh*

I think I need some practice on having conversations.

With actual people. And not with the dog, V or Elmo…

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Brick-like

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I just got a chunk of waffle tossed into my hair.

Since this is not breakfast-time, I know you are surprised. I was.

It was unearthed in Chewies Dog-bed (which really is a cat-bed. Even though he’s a dog). Chewie has this tendency to bury things he won’t eat in his little bed.  I just found it a few minutes ago and thought it was funny. Ever since M became ‘Mr Mum’ I have found a lot of random bits of food all over the house.

Now part of it might be that we are doing a lot of ‘wheat-free’ cooking. Tapioca bread and wheat-free waffles. Tapioca bread does not toast well. If you make it golden brown, that actually means ‘brick’ in the language of toast.

And M is such a good Mr Mum. He toasts things to perfection, a lovely golden-brown. Which might make for deliciousness in our wheat-filled world. But actually means ‘cobble my sidewalk with your toast pieces’ in the land of the wheat-free.

I have accidentally stepped on it. I know. It is as hard as a m-f’er.

Apparently Chewie is not interested in our new wheat-free life-style. In the evenings, when I am home and M is off at his summer evening job of serving…. I find little morsels in corners of all the rooms. Waffles in the living-room. Biscuits in the bedroom. Toast everywhere. Chewie hates toast. Well, wheat-free toast anyways.

At least, this wheat -free toast. I think he would have liked what V was eating in Canada. We needed a dog in Canada to clean up the mess V made.

So, unbeknowest to V, wheat-free sucks. It sucks as even the dog won’t eat it.

And then, Chewie did something that surprised me. In retrospect though, it shouldn’t have.

He ate the waffle. So I guess, in hindsight, it wasn’t that bad. I just wish M hadn’t thrown it at me first……

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Picky

You know when you finally decide to take that big step in a direction that means ‘responsibility’? It’s kind of like teetering on the edge of a cliff forever…… finally someone comes up behind you and gives you a big ol’ push over the edge. There you are….. totally free-falling, no idea what to do, with a how-to manual clutched in your hand.

“Cliff-diving for Dummies”.

Really, it’s “House-Buying for Dummies”.

I think the tenants that moved in above us finally pushed me over the edge. M, apparently, hasn’t noticed them at all. All I hear is ‘thump thump thump’. And then there are our new neighbours across the courtyard, who bbq right in front of our living-room window. Awesome. I might as well just invite myself.

I guess M and I kind of keep to ourselves. We are just private kind of people that are not on first name basis with all of our apartment neighbours. We also do not party with them. Or drink with them randomly, or really hang out with any of them at all. You wouldn’t want to either.

Now ‘house’ neighbours are a different kind of story. If you are buying, you will be friendly with your neighbours. The end.

So as we blunder, slowly, through this whole initial process it’s like my brain just wants to shut down.

I look at homes online. I email our realtor things I think we’d like. She emails me back. I talk to M about when we want to look at them….. and thats when things seem to slow down for us.

We want to. But…..we also want to do everything else but physically look at them. We also are ultra picky. And have also put a time-limit on this whole thing. We are determined to take advantage of that tax credit. And also don’t want to renew our lease, which is up in October. And also we seem to be quite picky.

We don’t mind a little bit rundown. But not too rundown. We don’t mind a foreclosure, but would prefer one that comes with a pool, a pool that is sparkling clean. A 3/2 is at the bottom of the list, but a 4/2 would be better. And all of this needs to fall into a rather srict budget, and ever stricter neighbourhood that we have outlined.

And this is all tentative. Sometimes I think to myself “What the hell are we doing?!?!”

And then I think “Oh,right. We hate renting and want a house. And are firmly in our 30’s. And have a baby. And this is the next logical step.”

And so, yet again, we are picky. And possibly (a) pain(s) in the ass (es).

*sigh* This is exhausting to even type about….

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Sweet!

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Apparently life decided to ring in July with proper pomp and celebration.

It started out alright. With cupcakes. Now, cupcakes from Publix are not a shabby way to start the day…. things went smoothly and busily at work (just the way I like it). Things started to take a bit of a down-ward turn when I called V’s pediatrician…

He had his first MMR shot the past week, bit of a fever this past weekend….. and developed an interesting rash yesterday. Sort of a torso-encompassing kind of rash, one that looks pretty awful but apparently has no effect on V at all. No itching, no additional fever, no coughing…. so pretty much no nuttin’.

Just this ‘interesting’ rash.

It didn’t get any better today, so I called his wonderful Dr E. The office told me the usual….”We can’t diagnose a rash over the phone.”

“You can’t?! Why not!?!?” was my response. I know the drill, I’m not an idiot…. and so I agreed to whatever time they told me to come for an appointment. Afternoon off it was. And home I went to a fussy babe and tired husband.

Dr E diagnosed (after some listening, checking, peeking in many orifices with instruments and temperature-taking…. oh and throat-swabbing) that it was most likely a reaction to the shots… or Roseola…. but probably a reaction to the shots. The rash will get a little worse, and then it will get lots better.

Nice. Yay fourth of July and celebrating V’ girlfriends birthday!! With a rash! Sweet!

And then my car broke down… *sigh*

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Shoeless

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This morning as I struggled to put shoes on V’s little chubby feet, I realized that we had a problem….

The problem was that the shoes didn’t really fit. But that’s ok, I crammed them on anyways and somehow managed to do the Velcro strap up. I made them fit because I had bought them about 2 weeks ago and at that time they were too big. I can hardly believe that his feet grew that much in such a short period of time.

When M and I lived in Japan, M had problems finding shoes that fit him. Men’s feet are just not that big over there. And, well, his feet are BIG. The one place that he found to buy sneakers had the larger shoes arranged in a section entitled “Big Feet!”, with a sign exclaiming that and a huge arrow pointing down from the ceiling at the shoe selection (with a giant foot hanging over the area too). So pretty much the most embarrassing place ever to buy shoes. He didn’t go that often.

I think it’s those Italian genes, genes which V has clearly inherited as it basically looks like I cloned M into a baby. Really, they look so much alike. So it makes sense that the feet would be part of the whole package.

It is a little annoying to buy shoes and have them not fit 2 days later (slight exaggeration).

We had a few pairs of Robeez (which I love), but the last time he wore them (last weekend at Epcot) they left the most awful redmarks on his little feet which made me feel like the worst Mummy in the whole world. So those are going into storage. Bummer. They fit so well and once they warmed up to his body temperature they clunge nicely to his feet and were so flexible.

Cutest shoes ever though. If you haven’t checked out their website, click here

So that’s the gist of it. My son has huge feet. I am resigned about it. And he has no shoes.

Ok, well, he could have shoes if I wanted to spend lot’s o’money, but since I am cheap, right now he has no shoes that fit. He’s my ghetto baby… no shoes, and soon…. no shirt and pants and only a diaper. And by then I am sure I will also be shoeless, out of a job, on medicaid and welfare and pregnant again. And all because my son has big feet.

For Ghetto baby names (and an indepth discussion), click here

For a longer list of ghetto names, click here

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Beautiful South

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I went for a run around 9:15 this morning. Perfect time of day…. not too hot yet, bit of a breeze.

As I ran, the sweet scent of gardenias brushed past my nose filling my lungs with deliciously scented air and my mind with spring-like thoughts. 6 squirrels perched on a brick wall near the gardenias and watched me as I passed. One leaped off the wall and darted in front of me, pacing me for a bit before heading back to the wall with his brothers and sisters.

Blooming hibiscuses brushed the top of my baseball cap.

White ibises waddled in the grass nearby.

And all around, the gorgeous smell of gardenias…. truly it was a beautiful morning.

Happy Mother’s day.

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Peas

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Two weeks ago I got thrown up on twice… and what’s sad about that is the first time I didn’t even notice.

Last week someone (thanks Joa!) pointed out that the back of my hoodie was covered in baby spit-up. Spit-up, I might add, that was old, clearly had been there for several weeks and pretty much covered my whole back. Like a car that had been parked under a street-lamp near the beach, covered in Seagull poo. COVERED.

This past weekend, V and I were out shopping when I noticed his little face was covered in peas. The peas he had had for lunch, which apparently I hadn’t wiped up as efficiently as I thought I had. Covered in peas, out shopping with Mummy.

And then I noticed that I was also covered in peas, all over my shorts (shorts that I now fit into, 10 months post-baby hurray!!!!!) and some smears on my hands and arms.

What on earth was I doing when I was feeding him? And how did I not notice?

Regardless, I didn’t even care. Peas on my shorts, don’t care.

Smeared all over me? Also don’t care.

Spit-up all over me? Just rub it in….. no-one will notice, especially if the shirt has a pattern on it.

I know you mums know what I am talking about.

Cheers to us who dare to venture out, foodstained and all and don’t care. Hurray for stains on our pants, face and caked food on our hair!

Yay permanent formula stains on our bras! And hurray for sticky spots on our arms and feet.

(for a cute blog about knitting and babies… check this out…)

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