Today was such a fun day! I can't wait to post pictures from cousin Blake's first birthday party. It was held at a children's play place and Eddie had a ball! You'll love the pictures....not to mention that his birthday cake was the coolest thing I've ever seen. Just wait! It is awesome.
Other than that, I've kinda got to post and run. I am planning one bridal shower and have started working on a wedding inspiration board. So...I guess that is my small announcement. That Red Bird Events post? Yeah...that's my new event planning company!! Yay! I love party planning and can't wait to build up my porfolio.
If you're a blog reader and need help with an upcoming event, throw me an email! (redbirdevents@gmail.com) I'd love to help, and hope to have my website up and running soon so I can show you some of the things I've been working on :)
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Saturday, February 27, 2010
True Story
...talking to my cousin in Florida....talking about our visit in April.....talking about when I get to see her New Year's baby, Makenzie....and she says....
...."I know you only want to see the baby, but you have to see me, too.".....
The funny part?
....and then she shouts "IT'S A PACKAGE DEAL, BITCH!".....
And I'm all....WHOA. Simmer down, hormones!
Can't wait to see you, Makenzie!!! Hope your momma doesn't yell at me anymore :)
...."I know you only want to see the baby, but you have to see me, too.".....
The funny part?
....and then she shouts "IT'S A PACKAGE DEAL, BITCH!".....
And I'm all....WHOA. Simmer down, hormones!
Can't wait to see you, Makenzie!!! Hope your momma doesn't yell at me anymore :)
Friday, February 26, 2010
Mr. Shy Man
Lately I've been finding one strong character trait in Eddie......he's my shy guy.
No surprise, really, when you realize that Hubby is the same way. He is shy when you first meet him, but after a bit he opens up. And once he opens up...oh man. He's so funny and cute and loving and awesome. Which is just like Eddie bug.
This week we had a playdate with cousin Michelle and Ms. Shelby and new little addition Leah (squeeeeeee!! little bitty teeny tiny babies!! oh, she was so tiny and sweet and her faces were so cute and she was just so SMALL! Oh, she was such a cute little peanut. Sorry. Baby love over). Now, you've seen pictures of Shelby on here. She's sooo super animated and funny. And oh man, she talks. She tells you about everything and anything. Eddie was a little shy, playing by himself and not saying a word. My little man who has narrated just about everything for the past couple weeks was silent. Granted, there are only a handful of people that actually understand Eddie, but he willl still tell you whatever he wants. Shelby gladly took charge and told him "Here Eddie" or "Eddie sit here" and even "Eddie messy!" when we ate lunch. My little munchkin was happy as a clam to follow Shelby's directions and do whatever she said. Heh. My mom even said later that he was just learning to be a good husband. BWAHAHAAHA! Learning to follow the woman's direction. Good call, buddy :)
The shy thing crept up again at our new gym class. Eddie had to hold my hand for most of it. During the free play time he finally let go but didn't interact with any of the other kids...instead he watched them and would come to me when he wanted to play with something. I'm hoping that as we continue to go to class, Eddie will open up. I'll admit, this class was a little loco. TONS of kids, circus music, running, jumping, singing, throwing...it was a lot to take in. Add in the fact that I'm trying to change Eddie's nap schedule and well, I understand his whole WHOA demeanor. I was kinda WHOA myself. Heh.
We have a big birthday party this weekend for another cousin, so we'll see how he does there. Ten bucks says I'll be holding a pudgy little hand most of the time :)
No surprise, really, when you realize that Hubby is the same way. He is shy when you first meet him, but after a bit he opens up. And once he opens up...oh man. He's so funny and cute and loving and awesome. Which is just like Eddie bug.
This week we had a playdate with cousin Michelle and Ms. Shelby and new little addition Leah (squeeeeeee!! little bitty teeny tiny babies!! oh, she was so tiny and sweet and her faces were so cute and she was just so SMALL! Oh, she was such a cute little peanut. Sorry. Baby love over). Now, you've seen pictures of Shelby on here. She's sooo super animated and funny. And oh man, she talks. She tells you about everything and anything. Eddie was a little shy, playing by himself and not saying a word. My little man who has narrated just about everything for the past couple weeks was silent. Granted, there are only a handful of people that actually understand Eddie, but he willl still tell you whatever he wants. Shelby gladly took charge and told him "Here Eddie" or "Eddie sit here" and even "Eddie messy!" when we ate lunch. My little munchkin was happy as a clam to follow Shelby's directions and do whatever she said. Heh. My mom even said later that he was just learning to be a good husband. BWAHAHAAHA! Learning to follow the woman's direction. Good call, buddy :)
The shy thing crept up again at our new gym class. Eddie had to hold my hand for most of it. During the free play time he finally let go but didn't interact with any of the other kids...instead he watched them and would come to me when he wanted to play with something. I'm hoping that as we continue to go to class, Eddie will open up. I'll admit, this class was a little loco. TONS of kids, circus music, running, jumping, singing, throwing...it was a lot to take in. Add in the fact that I'm trying to change Eddie's nap schedule and well, I understand his whole WHOA demeanor. I was kinda WHOA myself. Heh.
We have a big birthday party this weekend for another cousin, so we'll see how he does there. Ten bucks says I'll be holding a pudgy little hand most of the time :)
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
proof that i was cool once
...I promise you, on everything holy, that the pitch black tube slide was scarier than skydiving.
Really.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
a good day!
Whew. Just what we needed! Our afternoon at CocoKey in Rockford was so fun. The place doesn't open until 3:00 during the week (soon it will go to 4:00), which ended up being perfect. After some errands and lunch Eddie napped until we woke him up to drive to Rockford, which isn't too far. We got there right at 3 and got one admission free with the purchase of another, so our whole trip cost $15! Awesome.
Eddie had tons of fun in the little kid zero depth area playing in the fountains and shooting some hoops. He had some pretty good aim, might I add! He also had a blast flirting with the lifeguards. We were pretty much the only ones there (besides another family with only one school aged child, so it was just us and another kid playing!) for a good hour and a half. I was SUPER pumped to go down the slide, but regretted that decision pretty quickly. The effing tube slide was PITCH BLACK. Throwing me all around with water hitting my face and I couldn't see. It was a huge slide, and when I figured that it wasn't going to get any brighter until the bottom, I had a panic attack. I closed my eyes. It didn't help. I was seriously panicing. It took everything I had to relax and just realize that there was nothing I could do until I hit the bottom. Which seemed like forever.
I can't believe I'm the same person who used to love roller coasters and jumped out of an airplane. I jumped out of a FREAKING PLANE and the water slide paniced me. I've become a wimp. How sad.
Anyway. After that we took many a relaxing float in the lazy river, Eddie climbed up the rope ladder thing about a zillion times and Hubby and I kept to the little slides. As in, the count to five and you're out slide.
At least we're wimpy together :))))
Eddie had tons of fun in the little kid zero depth area playing in the fountains and shooting some hoops. He had some pretty good aim, might I add! He also had a blast flirting with the lifeguards. We were pretty much the only ones there (besides another family with only one school aged child, so it was just us and another kid playing!) for a good hour and a half. I was SUPER pumped to go down the slide, but regretted that decision pretty quickly. The effing tube slide was PITCH BLACK. Throwing me all around with water hitting my face and I couldn't see. It was a huge slide, and when I figured that it wasn't going to get any brighter until the bottom, I had a panic attack. I closed my eyes. It didn't help. I was seriously panicing. It took everything I had to relax and just realize that there was nothing I could do until I hit the bottom. Which seemed like forever.
I can't believe I'm the same person who used to love roller coasters and jumped out of an airplane. I jumped out of a FREAKING PLANE and the water slide paniced me. I've become a wimp. How sad.
Anyway. After that we took many a relaxing float in the lazy river, Eddie climbed up the rope ladder thing about a zillion times and Hubby and I kept to the little slides. As in, the count to five and you're out slide.
At least we're wimpy together :))))
Monday, February 22, 2010
Guess what?
We're heading to CoCo Key Water Resort in beautiful (haha) Rockford, Illinois tomorrow!
I'm really looking forward to letting Eddie run and splash, getting to go down the water slides and generally just being able to pretend like it is summer. The seasonal blues are hitting hard and I'm generally sick of being inside and having all of the windows closed. Feeling the calm spring breeze come through my windows sounds heavenly.
I've never quite felt like this before, and to be honest....it is disheartening. I can feel the ever scary d-word rushing in and I'm honestly trying my best to stop it. I'm thinking this feeling is normal in stay at home moms, but I'm not sure. Eddie seems more and more frustrated with being at home and is finding new troubles to get into. He cut his nap very, very short today and my usual 'me' time was intrurrupted. This probably didn't help my trapped in the house feeling.
We've got a busy week ahead with some new classes starting up, so hopefully that will help.
Sigh.
The more I can jam into our schedule, the better. I hope.
I've never quite felt like this before, and to be honest....it is disheartening. I can feel the ever scary d-word rushing in and I'm honestly trying my best to stop it. I'm thinking this feeling is normal in stay at home moms, but I'm not sure. Eddie seems more and more frustrated with being at home and is finding new troubles to get into. He cut his nap very, very short today and my usual 'me' time was intrurrupted. This probably didn't help my trapped in the house feeling.
We've got a busy week ahead with some new classes starting up, so hopefully that will help.
Sigh.
The more I can jam into our schedule, the better. I hope.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Winter is an ASS.
It's taunting me. One day I get to walk to the library. The next day they release a winter storm warning.
sigh.
And my husband wonders why I overplan our vacation to WARM, SUNNY, NON-SNOWING AND WINTER STORM WARNING florida.
Don't worry. I'm not bitter.
sigh.
And my husband wonders why I overplan our vacation to WARM, SUNNY, NON-SNOWING AND WINTER STORM WARNING florida.
Don't worry. I'm not bitter.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
When I get desperate for Spring, Part 2
I organize my kitchen drawers. My son now has better access to the things which he should not grab. Expect "I put on new drawer locks" in the 3 part of this series.
I also paint. I've been painting Eddie's playroom while he naps, with a mis-tint color I found at Lowes. Not only does the color match the rest of our home beautifully, it is the low VOC and "green" one, which is nice. It really has kept our house less paint stanky than normal. Or maybe I'm just high and don't realize it.
I also over plan our vacation. The website deals haven't changed, but that doesn't stop me from checking every day! Ha.
I used my gradual self tanner twice yesterday. Because I could.
Lord help me.
I also paint. I've been painting Eddie's playroom while he naps, with a mis-tint color I found at Lowes. Not only does the color match the rest of our home beautifully, it is the low VOC and "green" one, which is nice. It really has kept our house less paint stanky than normal. Or maybe I'm just high and don't realize it.
I also over plan our vacation. The website deals haven't changed, but that doesn't stop me from checking every day! Ha.
I used my gradual self tanner twice yesterday. Because I could.
Lord help me.
Friday, February 19, 2010
When I get desperate for Spring...
....I take pictures of plants around my home.
I take walks to the library with my child bundled in his wagon. I dream of taking my son to the park that is currently still covered in snow. I sit infront of the glass front doors, soak up the sun and pretend I'm getting a tan. To further that, I start to use the gradual tanning lotion stuff. Don't worry, I promise not to look like a cast member from the Jersey Shore.
But spring better get here soon....the idea of turning Guidette Orange may start to sound good if I have to spend anymore time indoors.
I take walks to the library with my child bundled in his wagon. I dream of taking my son to the park that is currently still covered in snow. I sit infront of the glass front doors, soak up the sun and pretend I'm getting a tan. To further that, I start to use the gradual tanning lotion stuff. Don't worry, I promise not to look like a cast member from the Jersey Shore.
But spring better get here soon....the idea of turning Guidette Orange may start to sound good if I have to spend anymore time indoors.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Junk - Part One and Two
Part One was intentional. Part Two was an oops.
Today, Eddie had his first hot dog! A Portillo's hot dog, which practically a right of passage for any Chicago kid. I had a serious craving some some of the yummola Portillo's had to offer and figured that Eddie was ready. Let me tell you - he ate almost that whole hot dog. Only a bit of bun, with the dog cut into quarters. I will admit that I watched him like a hawk while he ate, since kids choke so often on hot dogs, but no problems there. I took my hot dog cutting seriously! Congratulations, bud. Soon you'll graduate to relish and tomato and celery salt and you won't know what hit you! Unless you grow up to be that kid that only likes ketchup on his hot dog....then I'll make fun of you forever :) Any good chicago-hot-dog-loving person would.
Part Two....
...are you ready? Let me set you up. Eddie and I were hanging out inside after lunch and I was in my usual spot of the corner, on the floor, of our sectional couch. I use the bottom of the couch as a back rest and usually hide my coffee cup or Diet Coke can behind my back, further into the corner. Got it? Well, Eddie and I decided to play outside a bit, so after a walk around the neighborhood and a trip to the mailbox, we came back in. While I was hanging up my coat and Eddie's, I heard some strange sound that seemed similar to Eddie drinking out of his sippy cup and saying 'aaahhhh'.
Imagine my surprise when he brought me my now empty DC can, which I totally forgot about. He had Diet Coke on his face, his shirt and the floor. Heh. Ooops.
So. Hot dog and pop all in the same day. To my defense, he did have peas with his hot dog.
SO THERE.
Today, Eddie had his first hot dog! A Portillo's hot dog, which practically a right of passage for any Chicago kid. I had a serious craving some some of the yummola Portillo's had to offer and figured that Eddie was ready. Let me tell you - he ate almost that whole hot dog. Only a bit of bun, with the dog cut into quarters. I will admit that I watched him like a hawk while he ate, since kids choke so often on hot dogs, but no problems there. I took my hot dog cutting seriously! Congratulations, bud. Soon you'll graduate to relish and tomato and celery salt and you won't know what hit you! Unless you grow up to be that kid that only likes ketchup on his hot dog....then I'll make fun of you forever :) Any good chicago-hot-dog-loving person would.
Part Two....
...are you ready? Let me set you up. Eddie and I were hanging out inside after lunch and I was in my usual spot of the corner, on the floor, of our sectional couch. I use the bottom of the couch as a back rest and usually hide my coffee cup or Diet Coke can behind my back, further into the corner. Got it? Well, Eddie and I decided to play outside a bit, so after a walk around the neighborhood and a trip to the mailbox, we came back in. While I was hanging up my coat and Eddie's, I heard some strange sound that seemed similar to Eddie drinking out of his sippy cup and saying 'aaahhhh'.
Imagine my surprise when he brought me my now empty DC can, which I totally forgot about. He had Diet Coke on his face, his shirt and the floor. Heh. Ooops.
So. Hot dog and pop all in the same day. To my defense, he did have peas with his hot dog.
SO THERE.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Sweet Baby Ray's!!
Eddie loves BBQ sauce. BBQ sauce does not love Eddie. A picture story....
It is a little hard to tell with my crappy phone camera, but I felt that I should document the reaction for the doctor. Turns out, after a paniced phone call to the Hubby and a paniced phone call to my mom, this used to happen to my brother all the time, too. Something to do with the acid and his sensitive skin. I put some Aveeno lotion on it and it went down. A little more a couple minutes later and it went away.
The silly "oops I may have overreacted with all of the panic phone calls and EMERGENCY!!! messages" feeling stuck around for a bit.
The kid still loves his BBQ sauce.
{nom}
{yummy!!!}
{omg!!! this stuff is AWESOME!}
{life is good}
{i have a very, very happy baby}
{also good for finger painting. who knew?}
Then...I wipped his face. Then, there were these little red marks where the BBQ sauce was. THEN, the red marks got much, much bigger and a little swollen. THEN I started to panic. I took a picture to show the pediatrician who I figured I would be seeing very soon.
The silly "oops I may have overreacted with all of the panic phone calls and EMERGENCY!!! messages" feeling stuck around for a bit.
The kid still loves his BBQ sauce.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Let's get philosophical
A recent post on The Pioneer Woman got me thinking. It started with this quote....
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know"
The post goes on to state that my beauty may not be your beauty....my truth may not be your truth. This really seemed to fit what I've been going through in the last couple of days.
I have mentioned on here that our neighborhood is in the shitter, basically. Our builder went out of business. Our builder left many people unpaid. Large amounts of money are owed to many people that I consider friends. In addition, I feel an extra deep cut of pain when I think that I sold people houses here. I feel responsible for the fact that I convinced people that this neighborhood could be something it will now never have the opportunity to become. I feel responsible for a lot of people's misfortune in this neighborhood. I feel as though I should apologize for getting them into this mess. Even typing this, I feel a lot of anger. It brews inside me until I let it burst out in one huge, angry jumble of words and thoughts and mismatched mumbo jumbo that just floods out of me.
Sigh.
I won't let it. You see, months ago I let this anger spew out at the builder himself. We had many a angry phone conversations with yelling and frustration. I never felt better after these conversations. I never felt like anything was resolved. I felt angry.
Fast forward.
Remember when I had that pesky appendix removed? Well, that night I had a meeting for our Homeowner's Assocaition. I do not think that it is a coincidence that this happened on the same night. Now, this is when I get all philosophical on your ass. Ready?
I was so geared up for this meeting that I would shake just thinking about it. I was ready. I was ready to see the builder face to face for the first time in many months. I was ready for the yelling. Ready, ready, ready. And then....I had to have this thing taken out of my body. This thing who's purpose it is to help filter feces through your body. A shit filter. My shit filter.....it was full of shit. Shit just stuck in there. It was poisining me. It was stuck in me....filling with shit and anger and whatever else until it almost erupted. Much like my personal anger for the situation in our neighborhood. See where I'm going, here?
After my surgery, alone in my hospital room, withering in pain, I thought. I thought about the meeting I missed. I thought about the words that might have been exchanged. I thought about the anger in that room. As I recovered, I thought about what my appendix symbolized. I am a very symbolic person...I always try and find meanings for things and believe that everything happens for a reason. To me, my appendix symbolized the hate and anger that I had brewing inside me. It was literally poisining me, just like a person's anger can poison them.
I decided then that I could not continue to let things get me so riled. I could not hold so much hate in my body. When I read that quote yesterday, it helped my thoughts about the builder come full circle. I did not hate him any longer. I simply could not put the energy into hating him. I could not hold that negitive energy in my body. I just couldn't do it.
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
My truth is not his truth. My truth is not your truth. It is simply my own. And as much as I try, I cannot change that. I do not see why he is angry with me, he does not see why I am angry with him. I am done trying. I will make peace with what I can and move on. Truth and beauty. My truth. My beauty.
I have to tell you, I think I did pretty good last night. For the most part, I stayed calm. I asked my questions, got my answers and moved on. I didn't get sucked into the hate, even though I could feel it brewing. When I did, I quickly got up and held a neighbor's baby for a bit.
Because if you can't find truth and beauty in a baby, I don't know where you can.
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know"
The post goes on to state that my beauty may not be your beauty....my truth may not be your truth. This really seemed to fit what I've been going through in the last couple of days.
I have mentioned on here that our neighborhood is in the shitter, basically. Our builder went out of business. Our builder left many people unpaid. Large amounts of money are owed to many people that I consider friends. In addition, I feel an extra deep cut of pain when I think that I sold people houses here. I feel responsible for the fact that I convinced people that this neighborhood could be something it will now never have the opportunity to become. I feel responsible for a lot of people's misfortune in this neighborhood. I feel as though I should apologize for getting them into this mess. Even typing this, I feel a lot of anger. It brews inside me until I let it burst out in one huge, angry jumble of words and thoughts and mismatched mumbo jumbo that just floods out of me.
Sigh.
I won't let it. You see, months ago I let this anger spew out at the builder himself. We had many a angry phone conversations with yelling and frustration. I never felt better after these conversations. I never felt like anything was resolved. I felt angry.
Fast forward.
Remember when I had that pesky appendix removed? Well, that night I had a meeting for our Homeowner's Assocaition. I do not think that it is a coincidence that this happened on the same night. Now, this is when I get all philosophical on your ass. Ready?
I was so geared up for this meeting that I would shake just thinking about it. I was ready. I was ready to see the builder face to face for the first time in many months. I was ready for the yelling. Ready, ready, ready. And then....I had to have this thing taken out of my body. This thing who's purpose it is to help filter feces through your body. A shit filter. My shit filter.....it was full of shit. Shit just stuck in there. It was poisining me. It was stuck in me....filling with shit and anger and whatever else until it almost erupted. Much like my personal anger for the situation in our neighborhood. See where I'm going, here?
After my surgery, alone in my hospital room, withering in pain, I thought. I thought about the meeting I missed. I thought about the words that might have been exchanged. I thought about the anger in that room. As I recovered, I thought about what my appendix symbolized. I am a very symbolic person...I always try and find meanings for things and believe that everything happens for a reason. To me, my appendix symbolized the hate and anger that I had brewing inside me. It was literally poisining me, just like a person's anger can poison them.
I decided then that I could not continue to let things get me so riled. I could not hold so much hate in my body. When I read that quote yesterday, it helped my thoughts about the builder come full circle. I did not hate him any longer. I simply could not put the energy into hating him. I could not hold that negitive energy in my body. I just couldn't do it.
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
My truth is not his truth. My truth is not your truth. It is simply my own. And as much as I try, I cannot change that. I do not see why he is angry with me, he does not see why I am angry with him. I am done trying. I will make peace with what I can and move on. Truth and beauty. My truth. My beauty.
I have to tell you, I think I did pretty good last night. For the most part, I stayed calm. I asked my questions, got my answers and moved on. I didn't get sucked into the hate, even though I could feel it brewing. When I did, I quickly got up and held a neighbor's baby for a bit.
Because if you can't find truth and beauty in a baby, I don't know where you can.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Picture-riffic
To make up for my crap posting, I bring you pictures of cuteness. Lots and lots of cuteness from the Museum of Science and Industry :)
{hello little chick!}
{wandering with Nanna}
{down periscope!}
{navy man driving the sub}
{yes, capitan. right away, sir!}
{i've got my ticket for the toy maker!}
{the toy maker showing us the final product}
{getting ready to test it}
{hmmmm...}
{i like it!}
{water love...as usual!}
{the tractor play time ended in a tantrum, which was a quick indicator that it was time to go!}
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Hugs and Kisses
I really need to do a longer post soon, but this will have to do for now! We were out late at the Blackhawk's game last night and are recovering today...I even tried to post from the game so I wouldn't miss a day, but it would only let me post the title. Heh. It will have to do! In the meantime, we'd like to wish you all a very Happy Valentine's Day. I hope you are all feeling the love today :)
{prince charming would like to give you a biiiiiig kiss!}
{These pillows quickly turned into dog toys.....Saddie wants it all}
{and poor little Jack Jack just wants some hugs :) this one really is his favorite!}
{this was eddie's valentine's day present...can you guess what it was?}
{it made him very happy!!!}
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
ouch
today was a fun day...we took a trip to the Museum of Science and Industry and had a blast. Too many very loud school groups, though. Long drive home, headache insued and I just haven't kicked it.
i fully plan to go right to bed with eddie and lay in bed to watch the opening ceremonies. I hurt. Hopefully tomorrow is better!
i fully plan to go right to bed with eddie and lay in bed to watch the opening ceremonies. I hurt. Hopefully tomorrow is better!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
e A r T h Q u A k E ! ! ! !
I'm posting this mainly so I can have it for Eddie to read one day.....you know, that day that I sit down and let him read everything I've written on here, that day that he rolls his eyes and says 'BUT MOOOOOOM! I don't WAAAAANNNNAAA'. That same day we'll have to have a very serious talk about good words and bad words.....because, well....momma uses a lot of the bad ones here!
So. Anyway. Yesterday, atthe ass crack of dawn 4am, a 3.8 (originally reported at a 4.3) magnitude earthquake rattled Northern Illinois, with the epi-center just a couple miles from our house. And while I'd love to get all dramatic about it and say "OHMIGOSH!! IT WAS SOOOO SCARY!! THE WORLD WAS ENDING!!!!!" I'm going to be honest.
I didn't even wake up.
HA! Seriously. I did, however, wake up when Eddie fussed a bit and Frank got out of bed to use the bathroom. So......let's see. Waking up for an earthquake? Nope. Waking up because my boys woke up? Yup. What a good mommy I am! Just not very prepared for natural disasters :)
If you're reading and you felt it, leave a comment! I'd love for Eddie to read all of your Chicken Little-like panic some day!
So. Anyway. Yesterday, at
I didn't even wake up.
HA! Seriously. I did, however, wake up when Eddie fussed a bit and Frank got out of bed to use the bathroom. So......let's see. Waking up for an earthquake? Nope. Waking up because my boys woke up? Yup. What a good mommy I am! Just not very prepared for natural disasters :)
If you're reading and you felt it, leave a comment! I'd love for Eddie to read all of your Chicken Little-like panic some day!
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Chef Eddie
{Welcome to my Cafe!}
{Let's get started...shall we?}
{first we wash our hands}
{hand washing is very important}
{today we will be making some spagetti!}
{the best chefs always taste test}
{muah! it is magnificent!}
{here ya go!}
Sigh....with all that work I'm ready for a break and a snack of my own.
{i also make the best pizza!}
Love,
eddie
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Snow Day!
While we are no where close to getting the mounds of snow that the east coast has gotten, we've got our own little storm going here and let me tell you - Eddie could not be happier! He loves the snow and will swoosh his hands around in it, pick up snowballs and run around all over the snow covered grass.
As someone who really, really doesn't enjoy (I don't want to say hate, because it does look pretty sometimes...you've got to give it that...heh) snow, this is kind of distrubing. Eddie will literally stay out in the snow all day long if he could, but ultimately I play the mean mommy role and pick him up, usually kicking and yelling, and bring him inside. Oh, glorious, glorious house....your warm heat, your comfy blankets....I love you. Snow, you suck! You're cold and you make the driving conditions crap. You suck.
But you make my son so happy! Which, well....I can't dislike you that much.
As someone who really, really doesn't enjoy (I don't want to say hate, because it does look pretty sometimes...you've got to give it that...heh) snow, this is kind of distrubing. Eddie will literally stay out in the snow all day long if he could, but ultimately I play the mean mommy role and pick him up, usually kicking and yelling, and bring him inside. Oh, glorious, glorious house....your warm heat, your comfy blankets....I love you. Snow, you suck! You're cold and you make the driving conditions crap. You suck.
But you make my son so happy! Which, well....I can't dislike you that much.
{taken from my camera phone, with eddie showing me his prized snowball}
Monday, February 8, 2010
half time party fail
First of all.....WOOOO HOOO SAINTS! My pick won over hubby's silly Colts and I couldn't be happier to rub it in his face :) I do have to say though, did anyone else see that picture of Kendra crying while leaving the super bowl? OMG, I felt so bad for her! If you don't know what I'm talking about...just nevermind then :)
Eddie had a great time during the game - even enjoying the Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet before the game - and throwing up his hands and shouting 'touchdown!!!' all day - but had the most fun rocking out to The Who during halftime. And I'll admit, like any other young person I was all "The Who? WTF?" I mean, they have some good songs to rock out to at some random bar when you've had a few or when you're a teenager desperately trying to be cool and singing 'teenage waste land.....its just a teenage waste laaaaaaaand" and thinking IT SO IS. Been there, done that.
But the mix of the super cool stage and lights pulled Eddie in and soon he was dancing while eating his applesauce. Then he was dancing while drinking his water. And then water went down the wrong pipe (dancing and drinking never mix!) and soon he's coughing while trying to hold the water in his mouth. We get him to spit it out and he promptly runs back to the wall where he was dancing (he must hold on to something when shaking his booty...heh) and promptly coughed so hard he puked.
My first thought? 'Wow, that went far!' because HONEST TO GOD that puke went flying through the air like a freaking fountain. It was the first time I've ever seen him puke (don't worry, he's fine) and it was a little shocking. I do have a new appreciation for any mom that has to care for a sick, puking child because....wow. Really, just wow.
So, while The Who's stage was awesome, I was more impressed by my child's accidental projectile cough vomit.
Awesome.
Eddie had a great time during the game - even enjoying the Puppy Bowl on Animal Planet before the game - and throwing up his hands and shouting 'touchdown!!!' all day - but had the most fun rocking out to The Who during halftime. And I'll admit, like any other young person I was all "The Who? WTF?" I mean, they have some good songs to rock out to at some random bar when you've had a few or when you're a teenager desperately trying to be cool and singing 'teenage waste land.....its just a teenage waste laaaaaaaand" and thinking IT SO IS. Been there, done that.
But the mix of the super cool stage and lights pulled Eddie in and soon he was dancing while eating his applesauce. Then he was dancing while drinking his water. And then water went down the wrong pipe (dancing and drinking never mix!) and soon he's coughing while trying to hold the water in his mouth. We get him to spit it out and he promptly runs back to the wall where he was dancing (he must hold on to something when shaking his booty...heh) and promptly coughed so hard he puked.
My first thought? 'Wow, that went far!' because HONEST TO GOD that puke went flying through the air like a freaking fountain. It was the first time I've ever seen him puke (don't worry, he's fine) and it was a little shocking. I do have a new appreciation for any mom that has to care for a sick, puking child because....wow. Really, just wow.
So, while The Who's stage was awesome, I was more impressed by my child's accidental projectile cough vomit.
Awesome.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
A new toy
{this smooshy stuff!}
{ha! its sooo fun!!}
{it smells funny, too. and yes, i was just sniffing it! promise! momma made me spit it out when i tried to eat some. she's such a party pooper.}
{sitting at the table and playing with playdoh is my new favorite thing to do}
love,
eddie
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