Oooh, look! It’s coming! Don’t blink or you’ll miss it!
The Baby Train.
Is it just me, or is the whole world pregnant again, or planning on having another baby again, and soon? Why is everyone in Facebook pregnant except for me? Did I miss something? Was there a memo that went out? I must’ve been in the closet with my Cheetos.
Reasons why I want another baby:
1. I love babies.
2. They smell good.
3. We make a good baby.
4. We both want another child.
Reasons it’s not right for us to have a baby at this point in our lives:
1. The waking up 6 times a night thing. Boo.
2. We’re living in a 2 bedroom apartment already packed to the N-U-T-S.
3. I’m having a hard time coming up with more reasons. Oh, wait!
4. More diapers. MORE. And potentially more shit cloths.
I have to confess. I am not the most active person.
Dustin and I have discussed gym memberships. You know, the ones where you sign an 8 year contract and give them hair and nail clippings from your first born.
I once had a gym membership, and I signed a 3 year contract, because the sales girl said to me “Why just sign a contract for a year? It’s not like when you’re all fit and stuff and your year is up, you’re not going to ever use the gym again. Right?”
Anyway, Dustin and I have discussed memberships. Discussed as in we talk about it for a few moments and then he’s on eBay and I’m making chocolate chip cookies fried in butter. Or something like that. Why is it so hard? Why can’t I eat like a glutton and then walk around in a bikini with heels all day looking like Audrina Patridge? Oh, right. The eating like a glutton part.
Truthfully, my eating habits have changed a lot, and for the better. But I HATE working out. And how does the saying go, according to my 3 year old niece?
“I don’t like to do things that I don’t like to do!”
Seriously, I have to get my ass in gear. Summer, The Beach and The Lake are all knocking at my door, and I’m in the closet with my Cheetos.
I want to wear a bikini this year. Even if it’s only the bikini top with a glad garbage bag around my waist.
Apparently I am half way through my 365 photo project. To be honest, I didn’t think I would be able to pull it off, to post weekly pictures, but I think that doing them in a collage sort of style keeps it easy. Like marrying Pamela Anderson easy. Dude, I’m pretty sure the guy on the elevator the other day told me he was married to her once.
I posted awhile ago about my cheap ass mofo phone, and I finally upgraded to a Blackberry. It only took me a week to figure out how to turn the thing on, and usually I am pretty “technologically advanced”, but there are so many buttons and options and it’s so teeny that when I try to type/text, the buttons all get pushed at once and then were back at square one, with the incomprehensible texts. Also, did you know there is an app for everything? And did you know that the word “application” died about two years ago? Poor old application, you were a good, sturdy word. There is an app for Facebook. Twitter. There are horoscope apps, how to grill a grilled cheese app, even an app to figure out how to use apps. Wow. What the app!?!
The climax of this post? Last night while enjoying a bubblebath (courtesy of Lillienne’s baby soap wash stuff) I actually sat back, relaxed, and emailed a client back. !!! From my bath tub! INTERNET+BUBBLEBATH! Who knew! Me no electrocutie myselfie!
Filed under awesome!, Sarah
This is my first post since I made the move over to WordPress. Everyone else is doing it, and I looked into it and fell in lurrrve. WP offers so much more. It’s cleaner and in my opinion, more user-friendly but also gives me more options and seems more…blog-ish. The one thing I am kind of p.o’d about is none of my videos from my old posts came along for the ride. Wtf, WP?
I had been using blogger since sometime in 2008 and I decided it was time for a change! And BANG!BAM!POW! Here’s the new website, all fresh renewed and smelling like laundry. Mmmm. Seriously, sniff your screen.
The past few days have been spent cleaning up from Lillienne’s party. Yes, her birthday was three days ago. There is still stuff everywhere. And I’ve decided the madness has to end! She received so many gifts and toys that we had to rent Lilli her own apartment two floors beneath our own.. It’s a nice place, she moves in on March 1st.
The Olympics have recently taken over our lives as well, and American Idol watching and basic sanitary and showering has gone out the window. I’ve never been a more avid watcher of the Olympics as I have this year. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s in Canada, or the fact that I am old(er) and stay home all the time and the tv is on, but whatever it is, I’m loving the winter games this year. I wish I could ski. I’ve only tried twice, and once I skied into a pile of logs. I loved watching ski cross.
Go Canada! Keep those medals coming!
Lillienne’s first birthday party was wonderful. At one point there was 34 people in our dining room and living room, and although I seriously considered jumping off the balcony just to get some fresh air, everything went smoothly: there were no tears or open wounds, and Lillienne charmed everyone by walking around, babbling her excitement. She was so good, and even though she missed her afternoon nap, she let her cousin carry her around like a farm cat, was patient as she was passed around from relative to friend and back again, and grinned like a fool for most of the photos.
I have a hard time believing that a year has gone by, and that the little girl wobbling around in her little party dress was the same baby who we brought home from the hospital, the tiny baby who just lay on her back and squirmed for the first 3 months of her life. It’s amazing how fast she grew up, from rolling over to army crawling to full on baby crawling to walking to nearly running. From formula to rice cereal mush to berries and cheese and crackers. From a teeny tiny cradle to a crib. From a little blue plastic tub to the big bath tub with bubbles and bath toys and Tupperware in the tub. From swaddling blankets and tiny onesies to leggings and shoes and frilly shirts. From baby hats to hair clips and bows. From rattles to cabbage patch dolls. From dewy dewy dewy to hi mom, hi dad. From lying on her back swatting at toys to turning pages in books and chewing on the couch. From baby snowsuits to toques and mittens, pink snow boots and sled rides. From rolling over to dancing when music or figure skating is on TV. From newborn to baby to little girl. From Dustin and I.