Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Big Brother and Baby Sister

This is why my cup runneth over:)

Packing Nightmare

The family is going to the beach. Am I crazy for taking a breastfeeding six week old? I already know the answer but looking for affirmation (or better yet, a rebuttal) is somewhat comforting.

Traveling light is in the past. In my single days I used to take off in my Jeep Wrangler with the top down and one bag. O.K., maybe two...the second for my shoes. Now our vehicle will contain two kiddie car seats, a pack-n-play for the baby, a wagon to wheel all things beachy, beach chairs and toys, hopefully only 2 large suitcases, diaper bags, sheets and towels, several books and night-nights, snacks, sunscreen and hats...oh, dear what am I forgetting?

Caffeine and headache medicine.

Monday, July 28, 2008

We All Scream

This year for Father's Day I gave my hubby a 3 month membership to the Ice Cream of the Month Club. Oh yeah, that's right. The gift that keeps on giving.

In June we received four pints of gourmet ice cream packed in dry ice delivered to our front door. One pint was full of gooey caramel, one was chocolaty chocolate, one butter pecan, and the last was plain 'ol delicious vanilla.

We've been looking forward to our next delivery. Hubby has come home from work the past couple of days only to make a B-line to the freezer. His disappointment is obvious but the wait is worth the little bit of heaven on Earth that shall soon grace our doorstep!

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Kicked Out

Last night I took my son to see a renowned storyteller. She was fabulous. Beautiful dreadlocks, bright smile and very animated.

We got escorted out by the security guard.

As soon as we entered the children's section of the library my 2 year old saw a stuffed dinosaur and wanted to make sure that I saw it too. His excitement sent the librarian's eyebrows to the ceiling and got us pegged as trouble-makers right away by security. I made the very bad decision to join the crowd anyway. He listened for a good five minutes and then became more interested in playing with a friend.

We moved to another section of the library after realizing that listening to the artist was a lost cause. My son has two volumes. Loud and louder. Three times the security guard came over. Twice to tell us to be quiet and once to tell him to put his shoes back on. Finally, I said, "OK, sorry, we're leaving." The man who was only doing his job walked us out. As we were going down the stairs at a turtle pace my little hooligan turns around to say, "Mommy, is dat policeman coming wid us?"

Saturday, July 19, 2008


It's amazing how a mother's body functions on little sleep, isn't it? You just do it...Nike thought they came up with the top selling slogan but it's actually the original Mommy Motto.

Here are some things I've learned about myself lately:

I can change a diaper in the dark. I can nap for 10 minute intervals. I can listen to my husband vent about work while playing my 2 year old's "What's That" game and hold a paci in Baby's mouth all at the same time. I can dance to the Wiggles while rocking Baby to sleep. I can go 2 days without taking a shower (thank God for hats). I can eat mac-n-cheese and raisins. I can feed Baby while playing Super Man with Big Brother. I can tell people "no." I can talk on the phone only when driving...damn the new cell phone law.

I can do just about anything. It may embody spit up and play dough...but I can probably do it!