Friday, December 17, 2004

Who Would You Save?

A few nights ago while feeding Nick in his almost dark room, I got to thinking...If someone grabbed my ankles from underneth Nick's crib, what would I do? Would I attempt to just kick myself free and run away? Or would I try to save Nick, too? Then I got to thinking...Wow, what a super mother I am or this to even be a choice for me!

There is nothing in the world better than a sleeping baby...esp. when it's YOUR sleeping baby that woke up at 4am this morning! Posted by Hello

FWD E-mail from Jess

Titled: Questions That Really Need Answering...

And just the other day I was wondering who was the
first person to think about milking a cow.
No really. I'm serious.

Who was the first person to look at a cow and say "I think I'll squeeze those dangly things and drink what ever comes out"?
Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken there? I'm going to eat the next thing that comes out of its butt"?
Why do people point at their wrist when asking the time but don’t point to their crotch when they ask where the bathroom is?
Why does your OB-GYN leave the room when you get undressed if they are going to look up there anyway?
If corn oil is made from corn and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?
If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?

Sunday, December 12, 2004

SO, my son's crib sheet ripped and I did what anyother mother of a son would do...I made him a skirt! Don't mind Shawn on the toilet. Posted by Hello

My 8 mo old's latest trick! Posted by Hello

Saturday, December 11, 2004

No really...He's smiling. Posted by Hello

Thursday, December 09, 2004

I think I'm going to throw up...

My final for Mn Statutes is in 2 hrs and 1o min. I think I am going to throw up. I'm not prepared for it like I should be. Instead of studying earlier today...I watched old episodes of Sex and the City....AND ate almost an entire box of cookies.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

And Sometimes...

Life is so good. Sometimes you don't want the night to ever end. Sometimes you are walking on air. Sometimes you just want to sing and dance you are so happy. Sometimes you see what you have in another light, a better light. And sometimes is tonight.

Sunday, December 05, 2004


Sometimes I feel like the worst mom ever.
This evening Nick was crabby. Very very crabby. While making dinner, which requires A LOT of attention on my part, Nick screamed and screamed. I tried to entertain him while making dinner. I didn't do very well. I think he was not feeling well-maybe his teeth? By bedtime, trying to get Nick into his diaper and PJ's, while he screamed and struggled, I broke down and just cried. At least he stopped crying for a minute. I felt like such a failure. And then I noticed his fat lip. He fell forward while crawling on the kitchen floor and crying 10 minutes earlier...AND IT TOOK ME THAT LONG TO NOTICE. I finally reached bedtime. While putting Nick to bed, he was so sweet and loving and let me rock him in my arms for 3 mintues and then we snuggled until he fell asleep. It was the most wonderful feeling. Rocking Nick in my arms, snuggling him, listening to him breathe. I love my son more than anything in this world. It's just sometimes I feel like such a bad mom. And then Nick goes to bed and I feel a wonderful, peaceful feeling.

Friday, December 03, 2004

Sample Letter to my mom from my 'son' (me!)

Dear Grammie Lu,
Do you miss me?
Can I come over sometime this weekend WITHOUT my mommy. She seems to have seperation anxiety and it is really annoying me. Daddy has the whole weekend off and they would really like to have some of the sex.
I love you grammie Lu.
Your ONLY grandson'Christian'

*Nick 'Christian' will be spending the night with G'ma Lu!!! So now Shawn and I can have all the sex!

Thursday, December 02, 2004

My Calling...

I have found my calling...sort of.
Shawn comes home from school and right about that time we look out the window...The big yellow Schwann's truck is in our driveway. I run out there and come back with cheese filled pretzels. It's like a mini corn dog, but not. I love these little morsels of heaven so much that I want to marry them, OR go on the 'MiniCheese Filled Preztel Diet'!


Our landlords 40 something year old son is an asshole. He lives in our apartment building and is in charge of things like upkeep and plowing snow...It's 1:30 and he finally got around to plowing the driveway. Instead of knocking on the door, calling or something...He thinks it's best to ring the doorbell 50 times WHILE NICK IS SLEEPING. I have already expressed in my soybean blog about how Nick must have an afternoon nap come hell or high water. Or he is very very cranky and falls asleep early and wakes up at 4am! I don't think I can do another morning begining at 4am. Ok...I know what to do...If Nick gets up at 4, I am going to go downstairs, outside and ring their doorbell 50 times. HA!