Wednesday, April 29
Thursday, April 23
The Biggest Loser quickie rant
Ron needs to be stabbed in the face, and I regret ever rooting for his mean butt. I keep WAITING for him to fall back below the yellow line.
*stabbitystab*
*stabbitystab*
Wednesday, April 22
She's three!
(Check out the plethora of gorgeous pictures here)
The official Most Adorable Girl In The Entire World turned 3 today. That seems a little surreal. I've never blogged about it before, but now that it's more or less out in the open... Three years ago, I gave birth to an adorable, precious little thing, who positively graced the hospital with her presence. Two years, 11 months, and 27 days ago, I placed her in the arms of her super-cool parents. Two years ago, I was still cringing on the 22nd of nearly every month, and crying myself to sleep once in a while for missing her. This morning, I've been writing and looking at the date for 7 hours (I worked last night), and only just realized it was her birthday when I looked at my google reader. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Part of me feels guilty, like just because I love her so much I should still be marking this day and realizing the days leading up to it and remember it the moment midnight passes. Mostly, though, I think it's a good thing. I love my little girl who's not my little girl any more, but it's her parents' job to make her birthday special. Her place in my heart has never changed, but the bittersweet day has melted into the realm of my spotty memory of things I "need to remember."
I love you Belle!
The official Most Adorable Girl In The Entire World turned 3 today. That seems a little surreal. I've never blogged about it before, but now that it's more or less out in the open... Three years ago, I gave birth to an adorable, precious little thing, who positively graced the hospital with her presence. Two years, 11 months, and 27 days ago, I placed her in the arms of her super-cool parents. Two years ago, I was still cringing on the 22nd of nearly every month, and crying myself to sleep once in a while for missing her. This morning, I've been writing and looking at the date for 7 hours (I worked last night), and only just realized it was her birthday when I looked at my google reader. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Part of me feels guilty, like just because I love her so much I should still be marking this day and realizing the days leading up to it and remember it the moment midnight passes. Mostly, though, I think it's a good thing. I love my little girl who's not my little girl any more, but it's her parents' job to make her birthday special. Her place in my heart has never changed, but the bittersweet day has melted into the realm of my spotty memory of things I "need to remember."
I love you Belle!
Sunday, April 19
Rethinking Things
Ever since I've been married- no, actually even before that- I've been ready to have kids. It's been a long, slow battle with my husband, and many hormone-induced tearful nights getting to the point where we agreed to start the process. For about 6 months now, we (that is to say, I, with his grudging permission) have laid careful plans as to EXACTLY WHEN we would get pregnant and have a baby. I even stopped taking birth control a couple of months in advance to make absolutely sure me and my body were on the same page.
And of course, one month before we were supposed to start this process (TMI?), I'm starting to realize that A) I'm very much not ready to be a mom, and 2) I'm quite happy to NOT be a mom for a while yet. I'm not sure if it's getting my baby fix at work, or my husband finally convincing me after almost 2 years, but I'm ok now with sleeping whenever I want, having my body to myself, and being able to get ready to go places in less than 15 minutes. In fact, where I used to be baby-obsessed, I now am "mildly interested." Where I used to crave to hold any baby, anytime, I'm ok with letting them lie on the couch for a while. Where I used to jump into mommy-mode whenever a baby fussed, I find myself saying "You're fine kid. Stop whining." This new attitude of impatience is why I feel suddenly not ready to be a mom- my infinite patience with small people has evaporated. I don't care anymore. I'd rather somebody else deal with them.
So, in short, barring any unforseen happenings, I think we'll be a content, well-rested, childless couple for much longer than I ever thought.
And of course, one month before we were supposed to start this process (TMI?), I'm starting to realize that A) I'm very much not ready to be a mom, and 2) I'm quite happy to NOT be a mom for a while yet. I'm not sure if it's getting my baby fix at work, or my husband finally convincing me after almost 2 years, but I'm ok now with sleeping whenever I want, having my body to myself, and being able to get ready to go places in less than 15 minutes. In fact, where I used to be baby-obsessed, I now am "mildly interested." Where I used to crave to hold any baby, anytime, I'm ok with letting them lie on the couch for a while. Where I used to jump into mommy-mode whenever a baby fussed, I find myself saying "You're fine kid. Stop whining." This new attitude of impatience is why I feel suddenly not ready to be a mom- my infinite patience with small people has evaporated. I don't care anymore. I'd rather somebody else deal with them.
So, in short, barring any unforseen happenings, I think we'll be a content, well-rested, childless couple for much longer than I ever thought.
Thursday, April 9
Silly Kitten
This is the classic reaction of most cats to fish in general:
This is the reaction of our special cat to the sound of a goldfish box being open:
She's very subtle with her body language. And no, she has never reacted like this to any cat treats we've ever bought her.
Aah, sweet success...
Happies
We've watched this episode 3 times. Watching this bit the 4th time around, it's still not old.
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