Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Whirlwind Adventures

Friends, I know you have missed me!  I'm still alive!  Everyone is healthy and happy!  The briefest of updates?  We've been on vacation sponsored by Hubby's company... to exotic Washington, DC.

Honestly?  It has been such a logistical nightmare.  We live a mere 45 minutes from the (wicked fancy) hotel where the conference is.  And yet our car was packed to the gills with all the crap we needed for Laura. 

Even better?  I'm at home with Laura tonight.  Hubby's at the hotel.  Tomorrow, Laura (and the dog) head off to Camp Grandparents while I go to work, and then BACK to the hotel for the last party.  Then two more days of work, and then we head off to a wedding.

For reals.  That is my life.  And PS - Weight Watchers is none too happy with me.

Whirlwind Adventures

Friends, I know you have missed me!  I'm still alive!  Everyone is healthy and happy!  The briefest of updates?  We've been on vacation sponsored by Hubby's company... to exotic Washington, DC.

Honestly?  It has been such a logistical nightmare.  We live a mere 45 minutes from the (wicked fancy) hotel where the conference is.  And yet our car was packed to the gills with all the crap we needed for Laura. 

Even better?  I'm at home with Laura tonight.  Hubby's at the hotel.  Tomorrow, Laura (and the dog) head off to Camp Grandparents while I go to work, and then BACK to the hotel for the last party.  Then two more days of work, and then we head off to a wedding.

For reals.  That is my life.  And PS - Weight Watchers is none too happy with me.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Mr. Sandman definitely forgot Laura

Laura cried all night.  Ok, maybe not all night, but for at least two hours starting around 3:30.  And since we're trying the cry it out thing (which usually works for us!!), we let Laura cry for a good 45 minutes. 

After 45 minutes, Laura was not calming down and was only getting more frantic.  So I quietly went into her room, rubbed her back and picked her up.  She stopped crying almost immediately.  I held her a little longer till I felt her breath slow to a sleepy rate, and then I put her down.

And that's when I saw what had been causing all the problems: her pajamas were so small, she couldn't stretch her legs out. 

Seriously!  She outgrew her pajamas overnight.  So I unsnapped the bottoms and took her legs out of the little panda feet.  Laura immediately stretched out, and I thought we were in the clear.  So I went back to bed.  And Laura started crying again.  Twenty more minutes of crying, and then Hubby gave in.  He changed her diaper.  She was still crying.  So he made her a bottle - which he let her drink in our bed

I'm not usually a fan of "co-sleeping" beyond some snuggles in the morning.  But at this point, it was 5am and I was too tired to argue.  And frankly, a little cuddle time didn't sound so bad.  So it was that Laura fell asleep nuzzled against my side five minutes before my alarm went off.  I was so tired, I didn't even hit the snooze button.  I turned the damn thing off entirely, and fell back asleep with my little punkin bunny tucked into my side.

So I slept in.  Which was fine, because that happens and I roll with it.  I managed to get out to my car in time to begin my morning commute. 

And that's when I found out that my car wouldn't start.

Mr. Sandman definitely forgot Laura

Laura cried all night.  Ok, maybe not all night, but for at least two hours starting around 3:30.  And since we're trying the cry it out thing (which usually works for us!!), we let Laura cry for a good 45 minutes. 

After 45 minutes, Laura was not calming down and was only getting more frantic.  So I quietly went into her room, rubbed her back and picked her up.  She stopped crying almost immediately.  I held her a little longer till I felt her breath slow to a sleepy rate, and then I put her down.

And that's when I saw what had been causing all the problems: her pajamas were so small, she couldn't stretch her legs out. 

Seriously!  She outgrew her pajamas overnight.  So I unsnapped the bottoms and took her legs out of the little panda feet.  Laura immediately stretched out, and I thought we were in the clear.  So I went back to bed.  And Laura started crying again.  Twenty more minutes of crying, and then Hubby gave in.  He changed her diaper.  She was still crying.  So he made her a bottle - which he let her drink in our bed

I'm not usually a fan of "co-sleeping" beyond some snuggles in the morning.  But at this point, it was 5am and I was too tired to argue.  And frankly, a little cuddle time didn't sound so bad.  So it was that Laura fell asleep nuzzled against my side five minutes before my alarm went off.  I was so tired, I didn't even hit the snooze button.  I turned the damn thing off entirely, and fell back asleep with my little punkin bunny tucked into my side.

So I slept in.  Which was fine, because that happens and I roll with it.  I managed to get out to my car in time to begin my morning commute. 

And that's when I found out that my car wouldn't start.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Project: Reclamation

I'm reclaiming my house from all the clutter and crap that is choking my family out of existence.  Y'know, before my baby pulls a stack of 5-year-old magazines on top of herself or drowns in piles of napkins, dvds and junk mail.  Does my house sound like something out of (shudder) Hoarders?  Well, maybe we're not that bad.  But it's past the point of ridiculousness. 

Back when I was pregnant, my mom once told Hubby, "If she starts cleaning like crazy, pack your bags for the hospital."  Hubby laughed mockingly and said, "We can only hope the house gets a little cleaner before the baby comes!"  Well, sadly, Hubby was right.  I didn't really get that nesting urge before Laura made her appearance.  It's true, I did dust the walls of our house in one episode of "nesting."  But I really didn't get all the clutter organized.  Please don't think that I am raising my daughter in squalor.  The house is clean enough.  It's just not tidy. 

But I'm sick of it!  I finally snapped on Sunday, and started reclaiming my house.  I started in the kitchen, and completely emptied both our food cupboards.  I threw out an unfortunate number of items that had expired long ago.  The waste is shameful, but that's what happens when things get lost in cupboards.  After throwing everything on the floor, I vacuumed and wiped down the shelves, and then strategically placed everything back in the cupboards.  I was able to free up enough space to finally take Laura's food off the counter and put it on its own shelf.  That led me to clearing off the counters, and giving them a good, Cloroxy wipe down.  And when it was all done, I looked around and felt a little more relaxed.

That led me to my next objective: the boxes of marketing materials for Hubby's job all shoved in the corner of the dining room.  Seriously, four cardboard boxes just shoved in a corner.  I had the Sterilite containers all ready for this project, so last night I dove in.  I filled the family room with PILES of stuff, trying to find some semblance of order.  And then I put everything into three, smallish Sterilite containers, each with a packing list visible through the clear lid.  Hubby was pleased.  I will be as long as he stays on top of the organization.

Next up?  The office.  Wish me luck.

Project: Reclamation

I'm reclaiming my house from all the clutter and crap that is choking my family out of existence.  Y'know, before my baby pulls a stack of 5-year-old magazines on top of herself or drowns in piles of napkins, dvds and junk mail.  Does my house sound like something out of (shudder) Hoarders?  Well, maybe we're not that bad.  But it's past the point of ridiculousness. 

Back when I was pregnant, my mom once told Hubby, "If she starts cleaning like crazy, pack your bags for the hospital."  Hubby laughed mockingly and said, "We can only hope the house gets a little cleaner before the baby comes!"  Well, sadly, Hubby was right.  I didn't really get that nesting urge before Laura made her appearance.  It's true, I did dust the walls of our house in one episode of "nesting."  But I really didn't get all the clutter organized.  Please don't think that I am raising my daughter in squalor.  The house is clean enough.  It's just not tidy. 

But I'm sick of it!  I finally snapped on Sunday, and started reclaiming my house.  I started in the kitchen, and completely emptied both our food cupboards.  I threw out an unfortunate number of items that had expired long ago.  The waste is shameful, but that's what happens when things get lost in cupboards.  After throwing everything on the floor, I vacuumed and wiped down the shelves, and then strategically placed everything back in the cupboards.  I was able to free up enough space to finally take Laura's food off the counter and put it on its own shelf.  That led me to clearing off the counters, and giving them a good, Cloroxy wipe down.  And when it was all done, I looked around and felt a little more relaxed.

That led me to my next objective: the boxes of marketing materials for Hubby's job all shoved in the corner of the dining room.  Seriously, four cardboard boxes just shoved in a corner.  I had the Sterilite containers all ready for this project, so last night I dove in.  I filled the family room with PILES of stuff, trying to find some semblance of order.  And then I put everything into three, smallish Sterilite containers, each with a packing list visible through the clear lid.  Hubby was pleased.  I will be as long as he stays on top of the organization.

Next up?  The office.  Wish me luck.

Monday, August 23, 2010

McFatty Monday

Another weekend, and more excuses for why I didn't stick to the diet.  Not even good excuses.  There were times when I caught myself reaching for a snack when I wasn't the least bit hungry.  Bored?  Yes.  I caught myself reaching, thought twice, and then grabbed the cookie/tortellini/burrito/chicken/potatosalad/soda/partridgeinapeartree anyway.  Bad.

But let's focus on the high points of the last week:
-  I actually put the 30-Day Shred DVD in the DVD player
-  I actually DID three days of the 30-Day Shred
-  I'm not 1/10 of the way through the 30-Day Shred!  10% done!
-  At my weigh-in on Thursday I was down 1 pound (bringing me 3 pounds since I started this a few weeks ago)
-  I'm fitting into some pants again.  Which is good, because I can feel fall around the corner.  Even though it's still hotter than hell outside.
-  Laura is adorable

Not that the last one has anything at all to do with McFatty Monday.  Just thought I'd throw it in there to keep you on your toes.  On your toes still?  Good.  Happy Monday!

McFatty Monday

Another weekend, and more excuses for why I didn't stick to the diet.  Not even good excuses.  There were times when I caught myself reaching for a snack when I wasn't the least bit hungry.  Bored?  Yes.  I caught myself reaching, thought twice, and then grabbed the cookie/tortellini/burrito/chicken/potatosalad/soda/partridgeinapeartree anyway.  Bad.

But let's focus on the high points of the last week:
-  I actually put the 30-Day Shred DVD in the DVD player
-  I actually DID three days of the 30-Day Shred
-  I'm not 1/10 of the way through the 30-Day Shred!  10% done!
-  At my weigh-in on Thursday I was down 1 pound (bringing me 3 pounds since I started this a few weeks ago)
-  I'm fitting into some pants again.  Which is good, because I can feel fall around the corner.  Even though it's still hotter than hell outside.
-  Laura is adorable

Not that the last one has anything at all to do with McFatty Monday.  Just thought I'd throw it in there to keep you on your toes.  On your toes still?  Good.  Happy Monday!

Friday, August 20, 2010

The Best

So remember how I told Hubby about this blog a few weeks ago?  Well, tonight I decided to show it to him.  You know, since it's all pretty and stuff now.  So I pulled up the home page, and turned the laptop around to show Hubby.

Me:  So.  What do you think?
Hubby:  Huh? What are you showing me?
Me:  My blog.  Do you like it?
Hubby:  It's yours.  You should keep it that way.

Please do not read this as lack of interest on his part.  Which might be partly true.  But the real reason he didn't want to look?  He wanted this blog to continue to be my safe haven.  And that's why I love him.  At least in part.

The Best

So remember how I told Hubby about this blog a few weeks ago?  Well, tonight I decided to show it to him.  You know, since it's all pretty and stuff now.  So I pulled up the home page, and turned the laptop around to show Hubby.

Me:  So.  What do you think?
Hubby:  Huh? What are you showing me?
Me:  My blog.  Do you like it?
Hubby:  It's yours.  You should keep it that way.

Please do not read this as lack of interest on his part.  Which might be partly true.  But the real reason he didn't want to look?  He wanted this blog to continue to be my safe haven.  And that's why I love him.  At least in part.

Working for the Weekend

I didn't blog yesterday.  Because I wanted my "first" post on the redecorated blog to be something special.  And all of a sudden it was time for bed and nothing special enough had happened to write about.  So now it's Friday.  And Friday's are pretty special in their own right.  I mean, seriously - it's Friday!  The weekend is nigh!  Weekends, which I love and abhor.

Abhor, you say?  Yes.  Abhor.  Because there is no daycare.  Because there is no routine.  Because it's just me, Hubby and Laura (and Girly) staring at each other, trying to figure out what comes next. 

For example: Laura's crying.  Is she hungry?  I don't know.  She's not wet.  Except maybe she is and I just can't tell.  Maybe she's tired!  Nope, not tired.  Bored?  She doesn't really seem to want to play.  I KNOW!  I'll plop her in front of Nick Jr!  She'll love watching tv!  Wrong.Again.  Back to hungry.  Ah yes.  She did want that bott---FALSE!

And so it goes.  All day long.  I'll ask Hubby, "what do you think she wants?"  To which he responds, "I don't know, you're the mom."  "Ok, yes, but I don't know her routine any better than you do."

But as frustrated as I can get, weekends also mean lazy mornings.  They mean time with family.  They mean eating dinner together - sometimes at the table!  Weekends mean laughter.  Weekends mean love.  So maybe I don't abhor weekends after all.

Working for the Weekend

I didn't blog yesterday.  Because I wanted my "first" post on the redecorated blog to be something special.  And all of a sudden it was time for bed and nothing special enough had happened to write about.  So now it's Friday.  And Friday's are pretty special in their own right.  I mean, seriously - it's Friday!  The weekend is nigh!  Weekends, which I love and abhor.

Abhor, you say?  Yes.  Abhor.  Because there is no daycare.  Because there is no routine.  Because it's just me, Hubby and Laura (and Girly) staring at each other, trying to figure out what comes next. 

For example: Laura's crying.  Is she hungry?  I don't know.  She's not wet.  Except maybe she is and I just can't tell.  Maybe she's tired!  Nope, not tired.  Bored?  She doesn't really seem to want to play.  I KNOW!  I'll plop her in front of Nick Jr!  She'll love watching tv!  Wrong.Again.  Back to hungry.  Ah yes.  She did want that bott---FALSE!

And so it goes.  All day long.  I'll ask Hubby, "what do you think she wants?"  To which he responds, "I don't know, you're the mom."  "Ok, yes, but I don't know her routine any better than you do."

But as frustrated as I can get, weekends also mean lazy mornings.  They mean time with family.  They mean eating dinner together - sometimes at the table!  Weekends mean laughter.  Weekends mean love.  So maybe I don't abhor weekends after all.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Thank You!!!

Take a look!  Don't you just love it?! 

I DO!!!  It's so MEEEE!!!

I have to send lots of thanks to Tiffany at Mom-Nom for hosting such a spectacular giveaway.  I actually won something - this fantastic blog makeover!

But extra special thanks go to Becca from Jumping Jax Designs for this spectacular design!  Becca was so easy to work with, didn't once complain about the 80 bajillion emails I sent her, and was able to decipher my vague "requests" into something fabulous.  Seriously?  Look at what she created for me!!!  It's beautiful!  And both reasonably priced and speedy, in case she needed me to love her even more.  Head over to her site for all your bloggy needs!

Thank You!!!

Take a look!  Don't you just love it?! 

I DO!!!  It's so MEEEE!!!

I have to send lots of thanks to Tiffany at Mom-Nom for hosting such a spectacular giveaway.  I actually won something - this fantastic blog makeover!

But extra special thanks go to Becca from Jumping Jax Designs for this spectacular design!  Becca was so easy to work with, didn't once complain about the 80 bajillion emails I sent her, and was able to decipher my vague "requests" into something fabulous.  Seriously?  Look at what she created for me!!!  It's beautiful!  And both reasonably priced and speedy, in case she needed me to love her even more.  Head over to her site for all your bloggy needs!

Warning: Adult Content

If you love True Blood, you have to check out the latest Rolling Stone.

Oh. Migod.

Warning: Adult Content

If you love True Blood, you have to check out the latest Rolling Stone.

Oh. Migod.

Get ready...

Get set...

GO!

You're about to see some BIG changes over her at the MidAtlantic's!  This blog has been getting a makeover!  Just you wait for the big reveal.  It's going to be LEGEND...
...
wait for it...
...
DARY!

Get ready...

Get set...

GO!

You're about to see some BIG changes over her at the MidAtlantic's!  This blog has been getting a makeover!  Just you wait for the big reveal.  It's going to be LEGEND...
...
wait for it...
...
DARY!

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Things that make me smile

Brownies (especially the homemade kind)
Cupcakes (especially the homemade kind)
Smiley babies in Ralph Lauren frocks

And this text message from my sister:
"Last night Grammy said, 'and N___ is a GREAT father!' and couldn't stop going on about you both and Laura"

Lately, I've been more and more confident in my abilities as a mom and wife.  But hearing such complimentary words from my grandmother?  Yeep!  :)

Things that make me smile

Brownies (especially the homemade kind)
Cupcakes (especially the homemade kind)
Smiley babies in Ralph Lauren frocks

And this text message from my sister:
"Last night Grammy said, 'and N___ is a GREAT father!' and couldn't stop going on about you both and Laura"

Lately, I've been more and more confident in my abilities as a mom and wife.  But hearing such complimentary words from my grandmother?  Yeep!  :)

Monday, August 16, 2010

McFatty Monday

It's been a few days since I blogged.  Did you miss me?  Ah, thanks!  I hope you don't mind if I admit that I didn't miss you.  Here's why:
Our little weekend in New England was far too short, but oh so wonderful.  Laura went to the beach, ate (and loved) sand, got her first balloon, and was admired by multitudes of aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, great-grandparents and friends.

But I digress.  This is a McFatty post.  So here's my weekly update:

I was relatively good all weekend.  I didn't go back for seconds.  I watched my snacking.  I wholly enjoyed everything I ate.  I didn't count my Weight Watchers points once.  And I'm already back on track with the point system this morning.  Did I integrate exercise?  No.  But considering the 16+ hours we spent in the car over 5 days, I feel very successful.

McFatty Monday

It's been a few days since I blogged.  Did you miss me?  Ah, thanks!  I hope you don't mind if I admit that I didn't miss you.  Here's why:
Our little weekend in New England was far too short, but oh so wonderful.  Laura went to the beach, ate (and loved) sand, got her first balloon, and was admired by multitudes of aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, great-grandparents and friends.

But I digress.  This is a McFatty post.  So here's my weekly update:

I was relatively good all weekend.  I didn't go back for seconds.  I watched my snacking.  I wholly enjoyed everything I ate.  I didn't count my Weight Watchers points once.  And I'm already back on track with the point system this morning.  Did I integrate exercise?  No.  But considering the 16+ hours we spent in the car over 5 days, I feel very successful.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Last Night

Last night, I astounded myself:

I actually got housework done.

Yup.  The work of the house.  Because even if you've clocked out, the work never ends.  And I had a lot of work to complete!  Laura is increasingly mobile.  And that means babyproofing.  Our house is a disaster of potential risks for a crawling - or walking! - baby.  DVDs in piles against the wall.  Electrical sockets.  Dog toys.  Wine racks.  Electrical cords galore...  And the worst part?  Our coffee table completely obstructs our view of Laura when she's playing on the floor.

So last night, I found a new home for the coffee table.  I damp-mopped the hardwood floors.  I vacuumed the heck out of the area rug.  I went through our DVD collection to weed out some losers.  I set up a play corner - just for Laura.  I cleaned and set-up the play pen (left over from a failed attempt at containing a puppy.)  I even put stuff away.

So just how did I find the time to pull off this feat?  I did not turn on the TV.  I did not turn on the laptop.  I did not blog.  I did not read blogs.  I did not tweet.  I did not chat on Facebook.  I did not even play Facebook Scrabble

It's amazing what you can get done when you stop fooling around.

Last Night

Last night, I astounded myself:

I actually got housework done.

Yup.  The work of the house.  Because even if you've clocked out, the work never ends.  And I had a lot of work to complete!  Laura is increasingly mobile.  And that means babyproofing.  Our house is a disaster of potential risks for a crawling - or walking! - baby.  DVDs in piles against the wall.  Electrical sockets.  Dog toys.  Wine racks.  Electrical cords galore...  And the worst part?  Our coffee table completely obstructs our view of Laura when she's playing on the floor.

So last night, I found a new home for the coffee table.  I damp-mopped the hardwood floors.  I vacuumed the heck out of the area rug.  I went through our DVD collection to weed out some losers.  I set up a play corner - just for Laura.  I cleaned and set-up the play pen (left over from a failed attempt at containing a puppy.)  I even put stuff away.

So just how did I find the time to pull off this feat?  I did not turn on the TV.  I did not turn on the laptop.  I did not blog.  I did not read blogs.  I did not tweet.  I did not chat on Facebook.  I did not even play Facebook Scrabble

It's amazing what you can get done when you stop fooling around.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Holy Cow!

I won something!!!
I'm so excited!  I never win things!  Thanks Tiffany!!  And if you haven't visited Mom-Nom before, get your butt over.  Pronto!

McFatty Monday

Holy guacamole - is it Monday again, already??  Looks like it.  Back on the diet bandwagon.

It feels really weird to me to be on a diet.  I haven't been on a diet since college.  When I was trying to lose too much weight.  And succeeded.  I am 5'4" - pretty average.  So you can imagine how awkwardly thin I must have looked at a mere 105 pounds. 

Back in my 105 pound days (striving to "break" 100), I was less than happy.  Honestly, no one who is that thin (and trying to be thinner) can be called happy.  I was too hungry to be happy.  Hunger was a feeling that I chalked up to "lack of control."  Because I needed to control something in my crazy life.  And if eating half a sandwich and 6 celery sticks a day was control, then I was all over it. 

Thankfully, I met my husband, found things to be happy about, and regained much of the weight I so desperately needed.  I stopped caring about calories (ingested and burned - because you know I practically lived at the gym).  I stopped obsessing over clothing sizes.  I started to become a person again.

So you can see how I feel at odds with my current diet.  I'm so used to making sure I eat, making sure I'm full, making sure I'm healthy, that I've gone the other way.  Now I weigh too much, and even I can see that my size 8's are just a little snug (and that I'd really like to rediscover all the size 6 clothes I have).  I went with Weight Watchers because I liked that I could eat whatever I wanted - as long as I minded portions and made smart choices.  And because my friend has been doing it.  Strength in numbers! 

But what I'm finding is that it's really easy to ignore and forget about some abstract points system.  Even though "there's an app for that," I don't feel an overwhelming need to log everything I've eaten onto my iPhone.  Especially on weekends.  Weekends are so hard.

Goals for this week?  Be honest in logging my Weight Watchers points.  Because WW is an honor system.  And so far, I have several strikes against me.

And if you want to learn more about me, check my post from a few days ago!

Holy Cow!

I won something!!!
I'm so excited!  I never win things!  Thanks Tiffany!!  And if you haven't visited Mom-Nom before, get your butt over.  Pronto!

McFatty Monday

Holy guacamole - is it Monday again, already??  Looks like it.  Back on the diet bandwagon.

It feels really weird to me to be on a diet.  I haven't been on a diet since college.  When I was trying to lose too much weight.  And succeeded.  I am 5'4" - pretty average.  So you can imagine how awkwardly thin I must have looked at a mere 105 pounds. 

Back in my 105 pound days (striving to "break" 100), I was less than happy.  Honestly, no one who is that thin (and trying to be thinner) can be called happy.  I was too hungry to be happy.  Hunger was a feeling that I chalked up to "lack of control."  Because I needed to control something in my crazy life.  And if eating half a sandwich and 6 celery sticks a day was control, then I was all over it. 

Thankfully, I met my husband, found things to be happy about, and regained much of the weight I so desperately needed.  I stopped caring about calories (ingested and burned - because you know I practically lived at the gym).  I stopped obsessing over clothing sizes.  I started to become a person again.

So you can see how I feel at odds with my current diet.  I'm so used to making sure I eat, making sure I'm full, making sure I'm healthy, that I've gone the other way.  Now I weigh too much, and even I can see that my size 8's are just a little snug (and that I'd really like to rediscover all the size 6 clothes I have).  I went with Weight Watchers because I liked that I could eat whatever I wanted - as long as I minded portions and made smart choices.  And because my friend has been doing it.  Strength in numbers! 

But what I'm finding is that it's really easy to ignore and forget about some abstract points system.  Even though "there's an app for that," I don't feel an overwhelming need to log everything I've eaten onto my iPhone.  Especially on weekends.  Weekends are so hard.

Goals for this week?  Be honest in logging my Weight Watchers points.  Because WW is an honor system.  And so far, I have several strikes against me.

And if you want to learn more about me, check my post from a few days ago!

Sunday, August 8, 2010

WEEEE!!!!!!!

Have you seen the new Geico ad?  This had me laughing out loud!

Maybe it's all the time I've been spending with Laura's piggies lately!

WEEEE!!!!!!!

Have you seen the new Geico ad?  This had me laughing out loud!

Maybe it's all the time I've been spending with Laura's piggies lately!

Friday, August 6, 2010

Hello, My Name Is:

So. We know that I've been examining my soul of late, with the result that I'm learning a lot about making and keeping close relationships. Because I want to feel close to people. Who doesn't want that?  In this ongoing effort of being open and honest, I shared something yesterday. I told my sister (whom I love and adore and have only ever wanted to be close with) about the blog.


That's right. In the last week, I've started sharing my deepest, darkest secret. I told Hubby last Friday. He didn't really care as much as I might have liked expected.  Yesterday, I told my sister.  More importantly, she visited the blog, loved it, and is supporting my continued efforts at blogging.  Most importantly, I feel like I've shared something with her, that has brought us closer together.

So going forward, I've decided to be more open with all of you, my loyal readers.  No, I'm not going to completely reveal everything in some huge event or anything.  But maybe I'll clue you in on some of the more basic details of my life.  Maybe I'll tell you that my name is Cait.  Or maybe I'll tell you that I work for a museum.  Or something along those lines.

Hello, My Name Is:

So. We know that I've been examining my soul of late, with the result that I'm learning a lot about making and keeping close relationships. Because I want to feel close to people. Who doesn't want that?  In this ongoing effort of being open and honest, I shared something yesterday. I told my sister (whom I love and adore and have only ever wanted to be close with) about the blog.


That's right. In the last week, I've started sharing my deepest, darkest secret. I told Hubby last Friday. He didn't really care as much as I might have liked expected.  Yesterday, I told my sister.  More importantly, she visited the blog, loved it, and is supporting my continued efforts at blogging.  Most importantly, I feel like I've shared something with her, that has brought us closer together.

So going forward, I've decided to be more open with all of you, my loyal readers.  No, I'm not going to completely reveal everything in some huge event or anything.  But maybe I'll clue you in on some of the more basic details of my life.  Maybe I'll tell you that my name is Cait.  Or maybe I'll tell you that I work for a museum.  Or something along those lines.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Invincibility

Ever have one of those days where the sun is out, the birds are chirping, and everything is going your way?

I'm having one of those days. I'm being shockingly productive at work. Just received an awesome, truly fantabulous package, and am already a good way through processing the contents of said package. When I'm done with that, I'll head on back and finish up the spring cleaning I've been working on for the last few weeks. It's days like these when I remember how much I love my job.

Let's just hope I don't crash :)

Invincibility

Ever have one of those days where the sun is out, the birds are chirping, and everything is going your way?

I'm having one of those days. I'm being shockingly productive at work. Just received an awesome, truly fantabulous package, and am already a good way through processing the contents of said package. When I'm done with that, I'll head on back and finish up the spring cleaning I've been working on for the last few weeks. It's days like these when I remember how much I love my job.

Let's just hope I don't crash :)

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Uh oh...

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Time to baby-proof the house!

Uh oh...

Time to baby-proof the house!

Uh oh...

Time to baby-proof the house!

I love bed.

A couple of weeks ago, I was thrilled to be a guest-blogger over at Musings of a Mommie. I'm reposting what I wrote for Stacey, because the subject was something near and dear to my heart - one of my most favoritest things. Bed. And if you haven't visited Stacey, what are you waiting for?!

Did you ever see that movie, "Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy"? Hubby and I love that movie. Like a lot. Like we own it and watch it once a month or so. And laugh at pretty much everything.

One particular conversation from the movie really strikes a chord with me:

Brick: I love... carpet.
[pause]
Brick: I love... desk.
Ron: Brick, are you just looking at things in the office and saying that you love them?
Brick: I love lamp.
Ron: Do you really love the lamp, or are you just saying it because you saw it?
Brick: I love lamp. I love lamp!

Every morning I think to myself (and often exclaim out loud), "I love Bed. I love Bed!" And I really mean it. Hubby is pretty sure that I love Bed more than I love him, Laura and the dog combined. It's a close race, I can tell you that. I love climbing in Bed at night. I love caressing the soft sheets with my toes. I love fluffing my special feather pillow just so under my head. I love drawing the cozy comforter up to my chin. I love how Bed smells. I love how Bed feels. I love Bed!

Just thinking about Bed as I write this post, I'm salivating a little... Why did I get out of Bed this morning? Oh yeah, work.

My love of Bed is like Homer Simpson’s love of donuts. Mmm… Bed…

Recently, Bed has gotten even more attractive on weekend mornings. Laura cries. Hubby gets her bottle ready, and then plops her in Bed between us. I doze lazily next to her as she delicately sips her bottle (she's a S-L-O-W eater), and eventually she falls asleep next to me, her warm little body curled up next to mine. The only thing more perfect than Bed, is Bed filled with my family.

I love Bed!

I love bed.

A couple of weeks ago, I was thrilled to be a guest-blogger over at Musings of a Mommie. I'm reposting what I wrote for Stacey, because the subject was something near and dear to my heart - one of my most favoritest things. Bed. And if you haven't visited Stacey, what are you waiting for?!

Did you ever see that movie, "Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy"? Hubby and I love that movie. Like a lot. Like we own it and watch it once a month or so. And laugh at pretty much everything.

One particular conversation from the movie really strikes a chord with me:

Brick: I love... carpet.
[pause]
Brick: I love... desk.
Ron: Brick, are you just looking at things in the office and saying that you love them?
Brick: I love lamp.
Ron: Do you really love the lamp, or are you just saying it because you saw it?
Brick: I love lamp. I love lamp!

Every morning I think to myself (and often exclaim out loud), "I love Bed. I love Bed!" And I really mean it. Hubby is pretty sure that I love Bed more than I love him, Laura and the dog combined. It's a close race, I can tell you that. I love climbing in Bed at night. I love caressing the soft sheets with my toes. I love fluffing my special feather pillow just so under my head. I love drawing the cozy comforter up to my chin. I love how Bed smells. I love how Bed feels. I love Bed!

Just thinking about Bed as I write this post, I'm salivating a little... Why did I get out of Bed this morning? Oh yeah, work.

My love of Bed is like Homer Simpson’s love of donuts. Mmm… Bed…

Recently, Bed has gotten even more attractive on weekend mornings. Laura cries. Hubby gets her bottle ready, and then plops her in Bed between us. I doze lazily next to her as she delicately sips her bottle (she's a S-L-O-W eater), and eventually she falls asleep next to me, her warm little body curled up next to mine. The only thing more perfect than Bed, is Bed filled with my family.

I love Bed!

Monday, August 2, 2010

The cutest thing ever

Laura cried all weekend. And she learned to squeal. So when she wasn't yelling or sobbing, she was squealing. It was miserable.

So last night, in an attempt to get Laura to stop crying, Hubby took her outside and put her in her (empty) kiddie pool. Her face lit up. She maneuvered onto her back, and started “kicking” and “splashing” in the “water.”

Even better? Girly wandered over to get a drink! My girls were playing pretend.

McFatty Monday

It's Monday again. How did that happen? Shouldn't there still be weekend left? No? Oh well...

I have lost nothing.
I have a mere 3 Weight Watchers bonus points till Thursday.
I have not yet been to the gym.
I have not yet started WiiFit.
I have not yet discovered a wealth of fitness programs on OnDemand.

So this is what I'm contending with this week. Oh, and can you tell? I'm a little apathetic.

The cutest thing ever

Laura cried all weekend. And she learned to squeal. So when she wasn't yelling or sobbing, she was squealing. It was miserable.

So last night, in an attempt to get Laura to stop crying, Hubby took her outside and put her in her (empty) kiddie pool. Her face lit up. She maneuvered onto her back, and started “kicking” and “splashing” in the “water.”

Even better? Girly wandered over to get a drink! My girls were playing pretend.

McFatty Monday

It's Monday again. How did that happen? Shouldn't there still be weekend left? No? Oh well...

I have lost nothing.
I have a mere 3 Weight Watchers bonus points till Thursday.
I have not yet been to the gym.
I have not yet started WiiFit.
I have not yet discovered a wealth of fitness programs on OnDemand.

So this is what I'm contending with this week. Oh, and can you tell? I'm a little apathetic.