Busy

My creative energies are being factored into my school work right now. Kindergarten Open House is only a month away...AH! Will return to regularly scheduled blog posting soon.

In the meantime, go support my thrifting habit and buy something from Saving Vases :)

Moooooooo....

Sweet precious boy. Just riding in style. Foward facing.

Getting way too big. Sigh.

A Might-y Monday

While lots of you are Not-Me Mondaying along with MckMama and friends, I decided that a Might-y Monday works better for me. I have tried to format my posts to be not-me-ish, but I can't seem to say things just right and that really bothers me. So, y'all keep not-meing, and I'll just be mighty-ing over at my side of blogworld.

Might-y Monday

I might have eaten a frosted shortbread cookie left over from Baby B's First Birthday Bash for breakfast this morning.

We might have been planning to get a brand-new Little Tykes Cozy Coupe for Baby B for his birthday. My parents might have found one brand new-ish at a yardsale on Saturday. FOR THREE DOLLARS. We might have been very, very excited.

I might have carried armfulls of clothes and random household items and placed them directly in Baby B's bedroom at the top of the stairs yesterday, so that our guests could be illusioned into believing that we keep the lower half of our house clean.

Some guests (cough, KatieandScott, cough) might have wandered up there anyway and politely tried to convince me that it didn't look that bad up there.

They might have been lying.

I might throw in a random pic or two from Baby B's party yesterday in this post.

There still might be a shortage of Diet Coke around these parts, but I might be getting my caffeine fix from Folgers instead.

I might think that Baby B's new shoes from his loverly Aunt Aubs are the cutest thing EVER, though it might be hard to wiggle his fat little piggies into them.

Baby B might try to eat those shoes while they are on his feet.

I might have received a second thank-you note from the car salesman who sold us my new ride two weeks ago. He might be sucking up to get more business, no?

I might have made far too much food for Baby B's First Birthday Bash yesterday, so I might be eating a vegetable tray, black bean and corn salsa, and hotdogs for lunch and dinner for the next three days.

I might be okay with that.

I might go thrifting this afternoon. Or I might do laundry.

I might be more upset over the sudden death of infomercial pitchman Billy Mays than I am over the death of Michael Jackson.

But, I might think that Beat It! and Thriller are far superior to the Shamwow any day.

We might get to see Auntie Allie today before she goes to The Fray concert. I might wish I were going too.

I might have partially defalted primary colored balloon floating sadly next to my front steps.

Baby B might call them Bwoos in his own garbled, babyspeak.

I might have the cutest child ever. He might be ONE now. I might be sad.

I might think that you need to play Might-y Monday too!

If you want to play, simply make a list of things you might-have done. Have a Mighty Good Monday!

I might have cried when I wrote this post.

Dear Baby B,

I have just put your down for the night on the eve of your First Birthday, after we read extra stories and sang extra songs. I might have cried a little bit while reading one of your favorite stories about a mommy and her little boy - I love it because of its sentimental value, and you love it because you get to press a button that lights up and plays a song at the end of the story. Everyone wins.

Part of the story says If you weren't my little boy, there'd be a hole in my heart. And just how true those words are. I could not imagine life without you and have absolutely enjoyed every single stinkin' moment of this past year. All of them. Midnight feedings and spoon-throwing tantrums included.

There are far more things I would, could, and should say to you - but I will save those words for a letter that I will place in your baby book. The book that I barely kept up with this past year, though I think that this blog is detailed enough for you get a good idea of when you got your first tooth and tried strained bananas for the first time. If not, there's always the 1534 digital pictures that I have between two different computers that you could review - file foldered according to month. That averages out to about 4 pictures a day. Just so you know.

I love you so big, sweet boy. Happy, happy, happy birthday to you!

Love, Momma

PS. We might have let you devour sample a Graeter's chocolate, sprinkled ice cream cone on your very own for the very first time today. We had a private, little family celebration on a picnic table at the local shop, where you devoured this cone as if it was your last. You were messy and chocolatey and full of love for your ice cream. You gave all the customers quite a treat as they re-circled through the drivethrough just to get a better look at your chocolate covered face, hands, legs, and clothes. It was precious. Probably one of top ten experiences that we've had with you this past year. We stripped you right down in the parking lot, toweled you off, and then immediately took you home and plopped you in the tub. The perfect end to a great day.
PSS. Aunt Aubz, I promise to post the pics of your present tomorrow when I show the others ;)

T-minus 24 hours...

How to Eat Dinner When You are One

Guestpost by Baby B - an almost 1-year-old

First and foremost is our mantra: throw it on the floor. This will be a recurring theme throughout this whole post.

Let's begin...

First, resist all attempt to be belted you into your highchair. You cannot let the grown-ups know that you actually do want to eat. Defy them and arch your back so that your head is basically touching the heels of your feet. This act will give your parents a huge sense of accomplishment once you're strapped in - and tests their patience. What parent of a one-year-old doesn't need a little more patience testing?

Next comes the bibbing. The act of bibbing has been passed down for ages and serves to protect our clean onesie from smashed bananas, dribbled juice, and grainy applesauce. Once the bib is velcroed in place, do you best to rip that sucker right off of you. Bib shmib, who needs one? After you have said bib in your hand, throw it on the floor. When your mom comes back with the entree du jour, you give her a big grin while peering over the side of your highchair. All will be forgiven because you're so darn cute, and the bib will be replaced. Repeat this step one more time and then give up.

Now that you're one, you probably receive a smattering of all the food groups in neat little piles on your highchair. If this isn't the case, and your get your food in actual dishes, empty their contents immediately onto your tray and then throw all the dishes on the floor. If you get yours in neat little piles, do your best to mix everything together and then run your hands through your hair for good measure. If you smile and/or laugh while doing this, you'll be excused again because you're so darn cute. Trust me, I know.

Let me give you an example: tonight, my mom gave me zucchini & squash rounds (actual, not the mushed up kind) along with some blueberries while she got the rest of my dinner ready.

After giving everything a good once over, I chucked it all on the floor. I threw 22 blueberries in sporadic places throughout the dining room, and kept 7 for squishing purposes. After I squished them to fullest capacity, I then threw those overboard too. I'm thorough like that.

Then mom brought me brown rice and black beans. I will try anything once, and - lucky for her - this stuff wasn't half bad. I let her spoon-feed me three bites and then wouldn't open my mouth unless I was able to hold the spoon myself. I put the end of the spoon in my mouth and let beans and rice fall on the tray. Then I threw the spoon on the floor. Are you seeing how this works?

While mom is picking the spoon up off of the floor, I use that time to remove the bib and throw it on the floor too. I have to be consistent.

Oh, and if you want to really spice of your meal, blow raspberries whilst you have a full mouth of juice or any food of the strained variety. This only adds to the experience, promise.

Once your meal is complete, just grin and babble and laugh off the whole experience. All will be forgiven. Until the next meal at least :)

Remember when?

I just want to redirect you here, for a little day of remembrance.

Nooooo, not of Michael Jackson, but of someone far more important to me.

Just a Thursday.

We're having a thunderstorm here, sans buckets of rain. Literally, just a thunderstorm. An occasional huge crack of lightning, but mostly just lots and lots of loud thundering.

I had to step out on the porch just a minute ago to remind God that Um, excuse me God? But, my son is sleeping. Um, okay, thanks.

He reared back with an even louder clap of thunder and lots of blowing wind. Don't worry, I know who's Boss.

Seriously, the sky is blue right now. It's the craziest thing. And it's been going on for like an hour. I keep waiting for the downpour, but right now it's just lots of noise. Thankfully, Baby B is napping right through it.

We spent the early afternoon at the pool, happily splashing and pouring water from one beach pail to the next. My pasty whiteness if finally being replaced by a nice, warm base tan that I hope to maintain. It's difficult to build it back up after taking last summer off to, you know, have a baby and all.

My intention was to hit up a favorite thrift store and the farmer's market when Baby B wakes up, but I think he's pulling an all-afternooner. Sometimes they're the best kind of naps where I can get a lot done. So far I've done...well, I guess I did put the blocks away for the 407th time in the past week (garage sale score for $1!) and I'm going to go downstairs and rewash a load of laundry that probably should have been removed from the washer 72 hours ago, but you know.

{Oooh, here comes the rain.}

Well, I must get on with life...