The Witnesses

seriously now...like ive got nothing better to do than answer the door for the JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES???

cmon...

go buy gifts, light candles, sing carols, trim trees and drink egg nog like everyone else DAMMIT!!

so i just put my horns on and waved my flaming menorah out of the window until they were frightened off...

that'll teach 'em...

Perfection

even when she's cranky...she's perfect. in my eyes anyways. i don't mean that she's 'perfect' i mean that she's just mine, fabulous, wonderful, beautiful, sweet, kind, and sometimes cranky. the poor babe has another molar coming in and it's really paining her. she woke today at 5 and went down for a nap at 730, woke at 840 and went back down at 1122. she woke at 1218 and went back down at 1245. i tried juice, milk, popsicles and mac and cheese. she wanted none of it. so another dose of tylenol and anbesol for her poor baby gums and back to nappyland she went.

i feel so helpless when she looks at me with those giant eyes filled with gumdrop sized tears. but i can see the tooth pushing it's way through so i know that the pain won't be around too long.

my poor girl.

Ass Clown

so my grandmother....The Doctah...is a total ass clown. and im being nice by saying that. i don't want to spew hatred in writing. but she just makes my blood boil. i'm going to be quick here but let me just say that she's having ELECTIVE yes....ELECTIVE foot surgery for a THIRD time on Tuesday. yeah..i said it...for a 3RD time. no typos there. and she's giving me attitude because i haven't invited her to recouperate here. because if i did she'd expect to stay through the holidays...which mind you...she doesn't celebrate OH BECAUSE SHE'S JEWISH! but she thinks that because my husband isn't and we celebrate it that it's somehow become her holiday and god punish me for not inviting her to celebrate it with us.

i did it one year...and trust me when i say that it would be less painful to gauge my eyes out with a spoon rather than to have her here again hovering over my every move for every second that she's here. unless she's smoking in my basement...which means that she'd be at the top of the basement stairs basically smoking in my kitchen.

kill
me
now

so i remain steadfast and perhaps selfish but it's what i gotta do to keep me and my family sane. after 7 years of therapy to the tune of roughly $18,200 there's too much at stake now...keeping her happy vs. being happy myself...

the choice is crystal clear.

Let It Snow...Football, Fires and Hot Chocolate

i love the fall and i love the summer...but there's just something magical about the cold. it gives you license to hunker down, bundle up, and snuggle under. the stillness outside when it snows can be relaxing enough to let you unwind...even if it is only for a few hours. i've been cranking along with the Boobah Books. Volume I is complete with 48 pages and Volume II is well on it's way with 10 pages done since yesterday. It is really important to me to complete this project before the next wonder comes along. And with that said we've got 2 babies rooms to start/finish, monster amounts of cleaning to do, and other miscellaneous preparations for said Wonder II.

but as i just take a bit of time to relax...tell me...does it get any better than this??

For All Of You Holiday Haters....

this one is great...

A White Christmas? More Like A Roseola Thanksgiving...

yes my daughter contracted Roseola. for those of you who don't have kids or are unfamiliar with this virus...it goes a little something like this:

• high fever of 102 or more - for 3+ days
• diarrhea
• major crankiness
• lethargy
• decrease in appetite
• ends in a red body rash

so...thats been going on since last tuesday. we went to PA for thanksgiving to be with my in-laws and all told she was in as good spirits as she could muster given her condition. the rash and fever have dissipated but the crankiness remains. and her sleep schedule is TOTALLY off. she goes to bed at 5 now. 5!!!!! ugh...all my work, my precious sleep training...ruined!! i had her down to napping from 9-11 and 2-4 with a bedtime of 630. it was beautiful. hopefully we'll be able to get back there soon.

happy turkey day, y'all. gobble gobble.

Blonde

i LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE (infinity) my hair!!! we chopped at LEAST 11 inches off if not more and heavily highlighted it. i feel like a huge weight has been lifted off of my head. in years past when i've done this i've always thought ~~~hmmm~~~ did i make a mistake? or i kind of miss it already...but not this time. i haven't even thought twice about it! its FABULOSO!!!

SHE is a GENIOUS and a miracle worker!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Bedtime

riddle me this Batman...

how is it possible that the Boobah wakes up at 4:00 pm from her afternoon nap and she goes to bed at 6:20???

it's baffling...really!

Hair

oh and btw...

here's what my new hair is going to look like as of a week from today...

i can't WAIT!!!

The Scrapbook

who ever said this project would be a good idea??? im OBSESSED!! obsessed with supplies, photos, organization, planning, i think about the book all the time!! so far i've scrapbooked october 2004-december 2004 and i still have 10 months to go!! my goal is to have this done before my next one comes along in early march. ideally id like to have it done by jan 1 so i can then focus on doing the 2 bedrooms over for boobah and boobah II.

glad i have such traumatic things to complain about...

Mundane? Not so much...

so you this may sound mundane and petty to you but it just shows the level of her feelings of entitlement...

me: oh i like your sweater (its a nice green, cotton, knit sweater...see above photo)

The Doctah: oh i got it at this new store called ColdWater Creek

( i let go of the fact that CCW has been around for many years and don't correct her. she likes to think she's omniscient in finding a 'new' store - so i let her think she's all that...but i digress)

me: well its really nice, i like the color

The Doctah: but would you just LOOK AT THESE SLEEVES!!!!!!! (she says with a harsh tone)

me: what's wrong with them?

The Doctah: they're TOO LONG! (now she's practically yelling at me because i don't see the immediate (or invisible) problem with the sleeves)

me: well why did you buy the sweater in the first place?

The Doctah: they weren't like that when I bought it...

me: ( in my head..."oh..i see...it's the mysterious shoe making elves that snuck into your overly done, way to large for you, all white, all suede and faux fur, 4 bedroom (with only one person living there) condo, in a gated community of people you refuse to associate with? THEY snuck into your place and stretched the sleeves out before you bought it...ok...that makes sense...YOU CRAZY BAT!)

me: (in reality) but it's a cotton sweater...it's going to stretch a bit.

The Doctah: i'm bringing it back

me: but you're wearing it...you can't wear something and then bring it back just because you didn't bother to try it on and make sure the sleeves fit.

(and mind you...the sleeves are NOT too long. )

The Doctah: well then they'll fix them for me!!

me: what? it's a mainstream store...not a custom tailor...they don't do alterations or make ammendments. it's not their responsibility to make sure that you try the clothes on. (so i stop here because i know it doesn't matter HOW much sense im making...she'll never get it)

The Doctah: well i know 'the girl' there and she'll have it fixed for me.

needless to say...she's out of her freakin mind...

am i the insane one?

Flursday

appropriately named because in years past within an hour of getting home from work...or leaving the office...we were so buzzed we couldn't call it Thursday anymore but through the slurring we were able to mutter Flursday. Flursday's used to consist of 3 or 4 filthy vodka martinis, a pack or two of Camel Lights and about 10 hands of late night Uno.

Flursday's now consist of am walks, pm playdates and pizza in the evenings. in bed by 10.

sigh...in the immortal words of De La Soul....Itsooeezzze.

Luck Be a Lady...or a Ladybug...as the case may be

i dont know if this sounds bad or not but i dont care...i feel like the luckiest mom in the world! she eats, sleeps, plays, behaves well ALL THE DAMN TIME!! i love this kid more than anything in the universe. she and her BF - The Bee got dressed up yesterday for some photo ops. I can't even stand it!! =)

if you'd asked me what what was most important to me a couple of years ago I would have said my bag collection, my dogs and my husband...not necessarily in that order of course ;)

now i dont care if i carry a paper sack around...if im with her nothing else matters.

how sappy, huh?



so ive had this genious business idea and i ran it by hubby and he loved it too. im doing research and running it by my friends to see what everyone thinks. im SO hoping it'll pan out. patience is a virtue!!

we're going to visit my Dad when Boobah wakes up. it's a very long story but we go to visit him in his office because my Wicked Stepmonster hates me and all things rosey and wonderful so i dont bother entering her space because it seems to zap me of all my happiness if im within a 200 yard radius of her. she's a witchy witch witch. again...if you'd caught me a few years ago my language regarding her would be vulgar and fairly violent. i've let it go. she'll rot some day...and the day will be sweet.

but i digress...we're going to visit Grandpa and then run some errands.

happy wednesday y'all!

Ladybug III

so once again we set out in our ladybug costume last night to visit our fab neighbors. sabrina and candy are just the sweetest...they are the ones who went through the horrible tragedy in may and the carvers have 2 amazing girls who i hope kendall grows up to be just like. they are fab parents who ought to be admired greatly. we 'trick or treated' and visited for a while getting the most usage out of the LB costume and then we sat on the front stoop handing out mass quantities of candy. it was such a beautiful night to be out. there were lots of kids...mostly youngins who were insatiably cute! all parents were very nice and i finally enjoyed halloween. i've already started thinking about next years costumeS...notice the S on the end of costume. yeah...i'll have a 2 year old AND an 8 month old!! aye dios mio!

Doctah-ism

me: hello
Doctah: oh i never thought you'd be there?!!!
me: then why are you calling?

she never ceases to amaze me...

Boo

so Boobah was in her ladybug costume twice this weekend and once more tonight for halloween! we're only going to our 2 neighbors houses but it'll be fun to show her off.

need to clean the car today - its amazing how fast a minivan turns into 'that' minivan. the one i never EVER saw myself driving in the first place but now its not only the one that i never saw myself driving...but its got toys, bottles, cracker bits, finger prints, jackets, blankets, magazines, sippy cups, prego snacks, barettes, gum wrappers, tissues with old gum and cough drops strewn about...need i go on? its G R O S S !!!

i also need to organize the following lists:

wish list
need to buy list
need to do list

with the Boobah II on the way...i need to hyper organize. i try a little bit more every day...and so far...it seems to be working.

some days i REALLY wish i had a touch of OCD...

oh btw...i used to LOVE the time change...now...not so much. can anyone tell me how to explain to a 1 year old that an extra hour of sleep is a blessing? anyone, anyone? Bueller???

Realization

so i think i've FINALLY (maybe not so much) settled into the idea that i'm just about 5 months pregnant. it seemed to take a LOT longer last time but i suppose when you miss the first 4 months...that's what happens.

i'm trying to cherish every day with the Boobah while she is still an only child. she turned one 3 weeks ago and it is really shocking to me that i have a one+ year old. she is so amazing, cool, fabulous and fun. every day she does something new. her latest is walking around looking at stuff while swinging her arms and clapping her hands together. it's as if she's surveying her stuff and the world around her and making an assessment on all of it. she just kills me. sometimes i change her out of her pjs in the am into her clothes so her pjs are left on my bed. and then at night i end up cuddling and sleeping with the pjs from the day before...i just love love love (infinity) her.

my husband and i are still in shock about baby #2 but we're embracing the idea and we know that it'll be so fabulous once HE is here. yes...it's a boy. we found out a couple of weeks ago. not that we care but it'll be nice to have a different experience.

so ive started designing Boobah's new room in my head. we're moving her out of the nursery which is the smallest room in the house and over to one of our bigger bedrooms before the baby comes.

so we're off to a bday/halloween party for Boobah's friend John. he's going as Elvis...i can't wait to see him! she's going as a ladybug. too cute, too cute.

Soooooooo...

its been an 'interesting' week. my boobah girl turns 1 next week and she's nothing short of an absolute doll. she's walking, babbling, playing and all in all being very charming every second of every day. just when we thought our lives couldn't get any better...or any busier...SURPRISE...

here's my story...

since boobah stopped nursing 3 months ago ive been feeling extremely anxious and nervous. ALL THE TIME. and sleepless. very sleepless. i was dozing for about 3-4 hours each night. but not in a row. at least i could have dealt with that. so i let it go thinking it was b/c of the hormones working their way out of my body post-nursing. so i kept thinking 'this too shall pass' and it's just normal and not to worry.

but i was worried. it didnt make sense to me. so i finally finally called the dr and made an appt with our FABULOUS NP Megan T. For 2 weeks from when i called. I figured...I can wait that long. So 2 weeks came and went and vioila I was talking to Megan about all of this on Wednesday, September 21st.

I told her all of my symptoms and she came to the logical conclusion. I was stressed. Overly stressed. So she prescribed me Lexipro to take the edge off for a few months and then we'd revisit this and see how I was doing. I was on-board and ready to start. Considering I'd taken Celexa a few years ago, I knew that it would definitely help. I also mentioned a couple of other minor things that were bothering me.

1. I hadn't gotten my period since I stopped nursing. (or at all for that matter since having the baby)
2. I couldn't hear out of my left ear.

So...they tried unsuccessfully to flush my ear out and told me to go get drops and to come back on Friday, September 23rd. I think great...I'll be calm and able to hear in no time.

She also wanted to be safe and draw blood to check a few basic things (iron, WBC, RBC, pregnancy...mind you...i've been on the pill since I had Boobah 12 months ago) and to make sure my thyriod was working correctly. She was thinking in some off chance that might have been to blame for my hormone imbalance.

Friday morning Boobah and I go to the grocery store around 8. We came back around 9 and ther was a message from Nurse Mary asking me if I can call them back. Hmmmm...I think. How odd. So I call and Mary asks if I can come in 15 minutes early (mind you...my appt isn't until 1:00) to 'discuss my test results'. I'm thinking...if this crazy lady is thinking that I'm waiting 4 hours to 'discuss my test results' she is sadly, sadly mistaken. So I say...'Mary, have you seen my results?' She said that she had not. I asked for Megan to call me because I would have gone mental waiting to find out what was horribly wrong with me and how large the tumor was.

So I'm pacing my house and Megan calls. She sounds somber. I start to shake on the phone with her and sit down on my bed bracing for the worst. Convo goes as follows:

me: Megan - what is wrong with me?
Megan: Nothing...you're fine. You're pregnant. And I'm estimating you're anywhere between 5-12 weeks.

me:





and i started hysterically crying. I was in such shock.

Megan: I know you're very surprised. I am in shock as well. This is the last thing I expected to see on these test results.

me:





more crying...
Megan: Stop taking the Lexipro and the pill. Come in today at 3 and we'll examine you.


me:ok

Sooooooooo...

I call Sarah and my husband and am just shellshocked. Hubby comes home a little after that and we all go to the drs office where I am welcomed with pitty party smiles and waves. So they show me the lab results. The hormone levels of someone who is newly pregnant are around 5-10...

i was at 43,000

YES...43,000

I then had an internal exam. Megan then estimated that based on the size of my uterus...I was roughly 16 weeks along.

Mind you...i'm still in shock.

So they set me up with an U/S @ MWH for Monday. I go in on Monday and they tell me that based on the measurements of the baby I am indeed 15 weeks and 5 days along. Making today (Friday, September 30th) the first day of my 16th week.

The baby is fine. There is a lovely heartbeat and everything looked great. They are even 95% sure it's a boy. Which is pretty cool.

Sooooooooooooooooo...here I am one week later and the news has slowly started to seep in and the shock isn't so overpowering now.

Boobah and mini-boobah will be 16 months apart. I'm due March 16th.

Oh btw...Not only was I on the pill all this time BUT I was also nursing when I conceived.

A big ole thumbs up the the UNIVERSE. Apparently it was sick and tired of me saying that we only wanted one child and that we were sure we were done having any more kids.

In the famous words of Nelson Muntz...

HAHA

September

as Earth, Wind, and Fire said it best..."dancin in September"...god i love the fall. or the almost fall. i do love the summer but i cant wait until regular season football games start, long sleeve, comfy sweaters and sweatshirts and hot beverages. i also can't believe that tomorrow is Boobah's 11 month birthday. amazing...

we're having a little soiree for her in a month with only family and a tiny little playgroup party with my fab friends and their fab babies a few days before that. nothing elaborate...just a gathering.

labor day weekend was so fun. 2 pool parties and one glorious impromptu bbq brought a great closing to the end of summer...unofficially anyways.

just a quick post as i get into pjs and settle in with the September edition of Vogue. its a tradition with me...that and W magazine. after all...it is September...THE month in fashion all year.

can't wait to see where the hemlines rest this year!!!

oh the excitement!!!

His Perspective

so as im falling asleep last night i had a realization. i relax (for the most part) from the time that Boobah goes to bed until the time that i go to bed. when i go to bed i start to feel the 2 ton elephant sitting on my chest again. and i said this to my husband last night as we settled into bed. i said that i tense up as im falling asleep (or trying to) because i'm already stressing about the next day to come. his take on it is as such...and i think it's BRILLIANT. he said...don't think of it as the end of this day rolling into the beginning of the next...think of it as you've worked so hard all day and sleeping is the big reward that you need/get to enjoy at the end of the day.

simple...yet i would never have thought of it on my own.

this is just one of the gillions of reasons i married him...