Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Bye Bye Appendix!

Okay, so the past two days have been insane for me.

I'm currently laid up in the hospital, minus one appendix.

Scary situation, especially for an 18 week preggo Mama.

But all went well and I'm recovering from the whole thing today. I'm going to be taking a break from the blog until I feel better, but I promise I'll get my hubby to take pictures of my scars and the ugly yellow socks they keep making me wear and I'll post them soon.

I'll be back soon!


Thursday, September 24, 2009

I Thee Wed

One day, my wonderful friend Kristen and my dreams will come true.

And we'll be related.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Potty Training Isn't Fun

As you know, Roo protested the whole potty training thing when we seriously attempted it. And while, yes, I was frustrated seeing as I really wanted a potty trained toddler as soon as possible... Yet, it wasn't in the cards.

So I gave up.

Yes, I gave up.

I ignored the potty, continued to buy Pull Ups and went about life as we normally would. Occasionally I would ask Roo if she had to potty or wanted to wear her big girl undies, but that would unleash a wave of protest complete with tears and a very, very unhappy Mommy.

Then last week I decided that after my family came down to visit for my birthday in October we'd give it another go. Hopefully this time it works... or else we'll be spending all winter trying.

It's my goal to have one child out of diapers before I bring another one into this world.

Of course, when I make statements like that the universe will rally against me and Roo will refuse to be potty trained until she's four or ten.


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Shuffling Begins

There's a point in pregnancy when it really hits you.

Sure, when you see that little blue cross on a stick it hits you.

But I mean, there's a point in pregnancy when your belly pops out overnight and suddenly you can feel all of your organ shifting around, making you uncomfortable.

And I mean really uncomfortable.

The kind of uncomfortable that makes it hard to breathe if you lean too far forward. The kind of uncomfortable that makes every position you ever sat in painful.

I'm there.

Oh, I am so there.

I can't breathe. I can't get comfy to read a book or watch TV. I can't stand for too long without getting tired.

And I'm only 17 weeks along!

Just think of the amount of bitching that will come in five more months when I resemble a small whale.


Monday, September 21, 2009

Dear Roo: 30 Months

I have to confess, I cannot go a day without staring at you in disbelief. Disbelief simply because you are the most amazing child, ever. Maybe it's creepy, maybe it's a tad on the odd side but I can't get over you.

When you were days old and Mommy's hormones where still all over the place, I would look at you and cry and tell anyone who would listen that I was so in love with you, so happy and proud to be your Mom... and honestly, I still do it. Strangers on the street agree with me that you are gorgeous, gray-haired grannys smile and exclaim at you when you pass them by.

I will also tell you I'm a bit concerned that when the Turtle makes his/her appearance if they will be able to uphold the high standards you've placed in this family.

Speaking of Turtle, you have finally acknowledged that Mommy has a baby growing in her belly and she melts when you kiss the baby belly. You are going to be such an amazing big sister. You can teach him/her to dig holes in the riding ring, search for lizards and how to give all your favorite horses kisses.

I'm sure you will also encourage the Turtle to love Disney movies as much as you do and how to make Mommy and Daddy bend to your will.

Together you will be unstoppable, I just know it... and poor Mommy and Daddy will never stand a chance.

I love you Roo.


Friday, September 18, 2009

The Upside of Pregnancy

Sure, I've been bitching and moaning about the "joys" of pregnancy, but did you know that it's not all grumpiness that comes with ten months of growing life. There is a good side to this whole thing.

A very good side.

For starters, your boobs. Your girls are going to grow and look fabulous. You have food cravings and you do not have to explain them. I mean, come on, you're pregnant if you want concord grape juice and cheese steak subs, you don't need to explain yourself.

There's also the gaining weight. You don't have to say a word about it because no one is looking at the jiggle in your thigh, they're staring at the beautiful watermelon hiding under your shirt.

Lastly, all the sleep you can get. If anyone dares lift an eyebrow when you constantly complain about being so tired, you can just point to your belly. Growing life will wear you out and naps help.

Pregnancy is a great thing and the funny thing about the whole business is that as soon as that baby pops out, you forget all the bad things. You automatically focus on the cooing, gurgling baby that is wiggling in your arms, not the past.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Review & Giveaway: The Zula Patrol

If you've never heard of the Zula Patrol, I recommend you find out just exactly who and what they are.
The Zula Patrol is pack of six adorable aliens that have out of this world adventures that include lots of fun discoveries, fact finding and saving their planet, Zula, a mysterious orange planet. Bula, Zeeter, Multo, Gorga, Wizzy and Wigg guarantee kids lots of laughter and slip in tons of educational information about science and astronomy.

I'm lucky enough to know about the Zula Patrol because I was asked to review two new DVDs of theirs: Moon Mayhem and Animal Adventures in Space.

You know that the TV is always on in our household and I try, try, try my best to have educational and fun shows that Roo can enjoy and the Zula Patrol is both.

Both DVDs are packed with episodes that are exciting for kids. In Moons Mayhem, the gang travels to the Earth's moon to find out if there really is a Man-in-the-Moon. As well as viewing Venus orbit and display magnificent colors.

In Animal Adventures in Space, the Zula Patrol searches for misplaced frog eggs and solves the mystery of missing honey.

Airing on Saturday mornings on NBC as well as on both Qudo and Ion Television during the week. You can also purchase their DVDs directly from their website.

If the Zula Patrol sounds like something your kiddos will love, and I'm sure they will, I've got one set of the DVDs, Animal Adventures in Space and Moon Mayhem, to giveaway!

All you need to do to enter the giveaway is leave me a comment below by the end of the day on September 23rd. The winner will be contacted by email, so make sure you leave me your addy.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Don't Yell At Me, Mister

Maybe it's just us, but when something is wrong with our baby my husband and I bicker with each other like nobodies business.

When I say bicker, I mean we're short with one another, we're snippy and we're frustrated.

Case in point, when Roo was super duper young her doctor detected a "blip" with her heart and suggested we get her to see a cardiologist as soon as possible. The entire time we waited for that appointment, we snapped at each other over everything.

As soon as we found out she was okay, we were fine, like nothing had happened.

Tonight, Roo walked into a door... hard. So hard that her nugget swelled up instantly, turned a nasty shade of eggplant and bled. Then she got soap in her eyes (during her bath) and proceeded to scream like a banshee.

Then came the bitching.

My husband and I, not our daughter (of course).

As soon as Roo calms down, we calm down.

Is this normal?

Do all parents freak out over their kids and take it out on their spouses?

We're not intentionally mean or say things that you can never take back, but the simplest request can turn into something of ridiculous sized proportions.

And as soon as the dust has settled, it's fine!

Kids nowadays sure will drive you, and your husband, crazy!


P.S. To note, Roo is fine. She happily has a Spongebob band-aid over her boo-boo and has soap-free eyes.

Joys of Pregnancy: They Never Told Me That!

Pregnancy is weird.

Plain and simple.

Put aside the glowing fact that you are growing life and really take a look at it... a humorous look, if you dare.

Like, did you know that your nose grows with pregnancy? Yeah, my cute button nose that I loved so much, gone. My athletic calves that helped me run miles? Yup, they are now cows, not calves.

No one ever mentions these lovely facts in baby books.

Or what about the smell aversion? I can't stand the smell of food cooking, especially pork chops. I can pick up on the slightest smell of chemicals and hunt down chocolate better than my hound dog.

Then there's the dizziness that plagues you when you stand up too fast (or in my care, whenever you stand up). The constant laziness or the tears that come at a drop of a hat.

I'm sure if they put all these warnings in those baby books... we'd still do it. We'd still get knocked up and bring beautiful babies into the world because even when they are screaming their tiny little heads off, it's worth it all.

Don't you think?

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

The Food Thief

Another joy that comes with growing life in one's belly is your ever-changing taste buds. My appetite has gone on a roller-coaster ride of ups and down since being pregnant.

With Roo, I wanted everything I laid my eyes on. A commercial for pizza had me phoning in an order. Reading a book that mentioned English muffins, I would rush out and buy some. Whatever I craved, I ate.

With Turtle, my appetite was non-existent for the first three months and now that I've hit the 2nd trimester, it's all coming back to me but I want salty snacks with the occasional bite of Hersheys.

But I'm getting off track here, the real reason of this post is to complain that I've finally got my taste buds back and I make myself something yummy to eat. Ham and cheese on club crackers, egg salad sammich on toasted white bread, grapes and apples with peanut butter, whatever. I'll go through the steps to make it and just as I sit down to munch on my yummy treats, my daughter appears... out of nowhere! She's just a ghost that knows I've got food, even if she's clear across the house!

And she insists on climbing up into my lap and snatches whatever food I can't get out of her grasp.

She'll do this even when I've made her a lunch of nutritious and yummy treats of her own.

She doesn't care, she wants what Mommy has.

Or Daddy. Daddy isn't safe from this either.

The only thing Roo won't grab off my plate is green beans.

When did this happen and why does it make me crazy? Does this mean I'm a Mean Mommy if I don't want to share my snacks? Does this mean I'm a nut-job because I get bent outta shape about it?

Of course, you know she always wins in the end.

Maybe I should just make double of whatever I make just to be on the safe side.


Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Days Fly By.

Eleven years and seventy-nine days ago, Mr. Me took a chance on me.

Eight years and one hundred and sixty-eight days since he made me a Mrs.

Two years and one hundred and seventy-seven days since he made me a Mommy.

And in one hundred and seventy-four days, we become a family of four.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Momversation Exclusive

I wrote a piece exclusively for the blog over at the Momversation website.

The title gives it all away, Should I Feel Guilty Over My Second Child?

Head on over there and tell me what you think.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Miss Roo

I love everything my child does, seriously.

I'm forever harassing everyone asking them, "Did you see that? Did you see what she did?"
It doesn't matter if she's done a task a million times, I'm always amazed and I always carry my camera to capture the cutest moments.

Like when she's acting like a diva.

When she finally gets the cat to let her hug him.

Or when she makes a new friend.


Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Dear Sleep

First off, let me say how much I miss you.

Nothing makes a Mommy go crazier than lack of sleep, especially when you go so long without it and then your toddler decides to give you a break and allow you to sleep.

You get all cozy with your habit, dozing like a champ, sleeping for hours without interruption. Let's be honest, you get cocky knowing you'll sleep through the night and feel super refreshed in the morning.

And then you go and get pregnant and your sleeping relationship is thrown out the window.

Not only can you not find a decent sleeping position (oh, how I miss you stomach sleeping position), but you can't sleep on your back and the only way you can sleep without harming your growing baby is on your side.

And if you're not rolling back and forth from one side to the other, your bladder is kicking you in the gut demanding you get up to pee. And since you sleep in the corner, you have to crawl over your husband to get up and out of bed and any lumbering pregnant woman knows this is a challenging task.

Of course in the process you wake him up when you accidental put your knee into his shin and now there's two of you suddenly not getting any sleep.

In my opinion, pregnancy is trying really hard to prep you for those long sleepless night with a newborn, but I'm not laughing. I'm crying because I want, no need, my sleep. And besides, I've been through it, I know what to do with a newborn... does that help my case?

Maybe if I plead with you sleep you'll understand. What if I promise to teach my 2 1/2 year old toddler conversational French and never to eat out again? Will that help my case?


I beg of you.


A Mother Needing Sleep Like the Devil Needs Ice Water.