Love, The M Family
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Have a great day!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Baby B had his 4-month well baby check-up today + 4 vaccinations that didn't do either of us any good, well, besides prevent life threatening diseases and such. But, besides that, they had us both in tears. There is nothing sadder than an only-diapered baby, sobbing a lip-quivering cry as he looks you in the eyes, pleading, Why, mom? Why are doing this to me?! So, Baby B spent much of the past seven hours sleeping, and I've been staying up on the Infant Tylenol regimen every four hours. Bless his little heart.
To celebrate Baby B's 4-months, I will list our favorite nicknames for him...
Variations of his real name
Baby B (obviously)
I call him Peanutbutter and Little Bear most often. B calls him B. Things might get confusing eventually since I refer to Big B as B in real life too.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Sleeping Baby B in my arms. Baby B as the Great Pumpkin.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Seriously, my gmail spam filter has 410 junk emails. I go through them tri-monthly to make sure a real email hasn't accidently been sent to the wrong folder, and sometimes for pure amusement. I never open these emails for fear they will demonize my computer and cast spells on anything technological within 10 feet of my router, but the subject lines usually offer enough information to diffuse any interest I might have in viewing them. For instance...
Joetta Kate, whoever you may be, I am not interested in 80% off of Viagra. I am a woman. And, I may be frugal, but I have to draw the line somewhere when it comes to sales. Maybe if you were offering double ECBs* I might be interested. (Totally kidding.) Also, you should be in touch with Vanessa Dolley and Jazmin Lorna who are also in the erectile dysfunction market. Please take me off of your mailing list.
Next, Willia Wesley, I have two degrees already and am not interested in getting a third one via your money-making scam offering degrees based on work experience. You can't be running a legal operation. And I really doubt your academic achievements when you spell dip1oma using the number 1 as an l. Go back to school.
Here's a good one - Bernardina Lakiesha, I DO NOT WANT A ROLEX. Not from you, not from Salina Thao, not from Kathy Lydia. Who are you people and what name generator are you using to come up with these awful names? At least pick one that gives you a normal sounding last name. Come on, Bernardina Lakiesha, really?
Huntoon, I, again, am female and am quite offended you keep sending me mail regarding ridiculously attractive girls.
Give. Me. A. Break. Do people actually open and read these emails?! Ugh!
*ECBs are Extra Care Bucks offered on CVS purchases. If you have any interest in learning to CVS, then check out MoneySavingMom.
Monday, October 13, 2008
So, now our dining room looks like this:Don't you love seeing what other people's houses look like on the inside? If your a blog stalker, like me, or just nosy in general (also like me) then you're all over this post. I'm such a nerd, but you know you do it to. It's like seeing someone's house helps me understand them so much better. If you want to envision what we're envisioning, then put this ceiling fan in place of the current light fixute and this table in place of the current table. Whatcha think? Do you feel like you know us better now?
We also plan to repaint (the blue was the result of a hasty decision while at Walmart when we first moved in). Isn't it funny how your tastes can change so quickly?
Anyhooooo....here's Baby B checking out the fuzzy lion that Papa M brought back from South Africa for him. He'll join Chuck and Peter as the latest addition to our growing stuffed animal clan. Have a Marvelous Monday!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
We agreed - never the types to argue with a baby - and ended our day at 8-o-clock, sipping frothy hot cocoa despite the 70 degree weather outside. We chose a table inside, and I immediately noticed a young man sitting alone at the table to the right of us. He looked to about twenty, dressed in a collared shirt, khakis, and white, velcro shoes. About two dozen Polaroid pictures laid before him. It was obvious from the velcro shoes and his mannerisms that this man was unique.
I watched him out of the corner of my eye as we sat there talking. He continued to admire the pictures, and eventually retrieved a plastic baggie from his pocket and began to collect the pictures. He then put the baggie away, placing the pictures again before him, smiling all the while.
My mind began to wonder, and I saw this situation through a mother's eyes - something I do frequently now that Baby B is in our lives. This was someone's son, alone, on a Saturday night, sipping from an empty McAllister's plastic cup, admiring rows and rows of Polaroids. I teared up immediately, imagining my own son seeming so socially discarded. Did he have a family? Was he waiting on someone? What if someone forgot to pick him up?
Noticing that I was choking up, B asked what was wrong. I tilted my head in the man's direction and B , with a heart just as big as mine, turned to the man.
What are your pictures of? B asked.
The man, startled, smiled at us.
My friends, he replied.
A conversation pursued. He graduated from one of the local high schools and worked next to Starbucks at McAllisters. He drank his tea unsweetened. He told us his name. We admired his pictures. We promised to come for lunch and visit him. He said he would like that.
We were two steps outside of Starbucks when I began to sob. The thought of this man sitting with pictures of friends instead of actual friends just tore at my heart. As we rounded the corner to head towards the parking lot, I peered through the window and noticed that the teenagers sitting next to us had now sparked a conversation with our new friend. I would like to think that we somehow inspired this interaction.
Once Baby B was snuggled into his carseat and we were driving home, B turned to me and said, "Ya know, there's a lot of stuff that just doesn't matter."
"I know...like coordinating curtains and pillows?" I replied.
It was not charity that drove us tonight. It was humanity. Plain and simple.
Baby B was so consumed with anticipation that he wore himself right out and arrived at the pumpkin patch snoozling away. After posing for umpteen pictures, we settled him into the man pouch where he bounced happily, observing the colorful fall scenery. B finally found the perfect pumpkin, I grabbed a couple mini pumpkin gourds, and half gallon of cider and we called it a day. Good family fun for under $20 bucks.
B is determined to carve a pumpkin with Baby B's name on it this year. He even wants to buy a special pumpkin carving power tool too to assist him in this ambition. Last year he made a pumpkin with a ghost carved in it and it was pretty spectacular. I'll show you the finished product on the 31st.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
So, I pick him up again. Whisper sweet nothings in his ear and he finally decides it would now be a good time to fall asleep. I say multiples prayers as I exit, asking that he'll be asleep for good now and give me at least an hour to get things done. Like blogging and downloading pictures to the computer.
Well, what was supposed to be a post about all that I plan to accomplish over Fall Break, you have instead just read the saga that is naptime. Thanks for reading. And for all you mommies out there, please feel free to leave a comment about how you're a super mom and you have the most awesome afternoon nap techniques ever. Please share. I could use some encouragement.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Life just continues to get more interesting every day. I loooooooooooooove playing with my hands. And dad's hands. And mom's hand. I am just figuring out how to use them to grab and taste things. My favorite things to taste are a) my hands and b) my softies. Mmmmm!
Since I am three months old now, I like to sit in my bumbo and wait for dad to come home from work. Dad thinks this is fun, too. He likes to crawl up the front stairs and try to surprise me. I am too amused by him looking like a turtle with his backpack on to be interested in much else. He's silly.
Mommy thought that maybe if we put our faces right next to each other we'll be able to find some similarities in our looks.....nope, I still look just like dad. Right down to the spiky hair.
Did you know that I love softies? This is me with like six of them. I'm a snuggler.
Have a great Wednesday!