I heard a song a few weeks ago on my drive home from work. By the end I was boo-hooing, sitting in traffic. It made me think about all the times I’ve complained about not getting any sleep because Jake doesn’t sleep. It kind of put things in perspective and made me sad, but it’s so true…
He didn't have to wake up
He'd been up all night
Layin there in bed listenin
To his new born baby cry
He makes a pot of coffee
He splashes water on his face
His wife gives him a kiss and says
It gonna be okay
It wont be like this for long
One day soon we'll look back laughin
At the week we brought her home
This phase is gonna fly by
So baby just hold on
It won't be like this for long
Four years later bout four thirty
She's crawling in their bed
And when he drops her off at preschool
She's clinging to his leg
The teacher peels her off of him
He says what can I do
She says now don't you worry
This will only last a week or two
It wont be like this for long
One day soon you'll drop her off
And she wont even know you're gone
This phase is gonna fly by
If you can just hold on
It wont be like this for long
One day soon she'll be a teenager
And at times he'll think she hates him
Then he'll walk her down the aisle
And he'll raise her veil
But right now she's up and cryin
And the truth is that he don't mind
As he kisses her good night
And she says her prayers
He lays down there beside her
Til her eyes are finally closed
And just watchin her it breaks his heart
Cause he already knows
It wont be like this for long
One day soon that little girl is gonna be
All grown up and gone
Yeah this phase is gonna fly by
He's tryin to hold on
It wont be like this for long
It wont be like this for long
(Darius Rucker)
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
OCD
Many of you are aware that I have some OCD tendencies, especially when it comes to my house being clean. I just can’t help myself. I don’t like things to be dusty and I love my vacuum cleaner. I told Bill awhile back that it was not a good idea for us to have carpet. I vacuum and once I see a footprint in the carpet, I want to vacuum again. I’ll be the first to admit I have issues.
This past weekend we tore up the nasty carpet in our living room and put in laminate flooring. When I say “we” I really mean Bill and my dad. I spent all my time chasing Jake. He wanted to be where all the action was and wanted to play with the tools. Yikes! He’s gotten so quick with crawling that I had a hard time keeping up. Once they got some of the flooring down we were able to play and watch. Jake found the foam underlayment fascinating!
We’re still trying to finish up with some small details, like recaulking all the molding. Hopefully Bill still loves me after it’s all said and done. The molding has been a pain. It’s really frustrating, too, when you realize that the builder used the cheapest stuff they could find and then didn’t let the paint dry before placing the molding over the carpet. What a mess. But, I cleaned it up and repainted it all. The caulking and the t-molding for the transition between tile/laminate and carpet/laminate are all we have left. It’s killing me that my living room is out of whack. Good news, I don’t have to panic about footprints in my carpet anymore! Now I can move on to something else crazy!
This past weekend we tore up the nasty carpet in our living room and put in laminate flooring. When I say “we” I really mean Bill and my dad. I spent all my time chasing Jake. He wanted to be where all the action was and wanted to play with the tools. Yikes! He’s gotten so quick with crawling that I had a hard time keeping up. Once they got some of the flooring down we were able to play and watch. Jake found the foam underlayment fascinating!
We’re still trying to finish up with some small details, like recaulking all the molding. Hopefully Bill still loves me after it’s all said and done. The molding has been a pain. It’s really frustrating, too, when you realize that the builder used the cheapest stuff they could find and then didn’t let the paint dry before placing the molding over the carpet. What a mess. But, I cleaned it up and repainted it all. The caulking and the t-molding for the transition between tile/laminate and carpet/laminate are all we have left. It’s killing me that my living room is out of whack. Good news, I don’t have to panic about footprints in my carpet anymore! Now I can move on to something else crazy!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Jake's 1st Birthday
I'm having a hard time figuring out the money situation for Jake's 1st birthday. I mean, it's not like he's going to remember his 1st birthday, but we will. I'm not the one to go out and buy matching plates, cups, napkins, etc. However, I've been searching for invitations and can't find much of anything (printed for me) for less than $50. I can't see spending that much money on invitations for a birthday party that my child isn't going to remember. I'm pretty sure he doesn't give a crap about his invitations. I give a crap though. How much is too much? $30? $40? $50? Bill told me to buy the cheap ones that you have to fill out yourself. You know, the kind our parents sent out when we were kids cause that's all there was. Back then there wasn't internet to search and order printed invitations. I just don't want to buy that kind. I would like to have some sort of "nice" invitations. I also thought about doing an e-vite, but I'm not sure. What should I do? Should I spend the money and then tell a little white lie when Bill asks how much the invitations were? Ha!!
Monday, March 2, 2009
Dual Posts
Well, I haven’t blogged in a while, so today I will bore you with two stories:
Flashback
Saturday was Bill’s (aka Mike’s) birthday. He wanted to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, have a few beers and play some trivia. This meant leaving Jake with Grandpa and step-witch. He hadn’t stayed with them in a long time and I figured we definitely needed a night out. Funny how life is so different these days.
2002
6:00pm: Napping after a long day of 2 classes to prepare for night out.
8:00pm: Wake up to get ready for night out.
9:30pm: Head out to Northgate (Aggie’s know what I’m talking about) to Par-tay!
3:00am: Head home, wonder how I got there and pass out (hopefully not hovered over the toilet) and fully dressed.
2009
6:00pm: Take child to “babysitter’s” house.
8:00pm: Already have buzz from drinking one beer (in my defense it was a 23 ouncer)
9:30pm: Head home, take shower and wash clothes because everything smells like smoke and then crash
3:00am: Wake up and wonder why I don’t hear the baby!
We had fun, even though our evening was over by 9:30. We were both looking forward to sleeping. Jake was sick pretty much all last week and hadn’t been sleeping. It was nice to be able to crash without worrying about when he was going to wake up. However, I did worry about what was happening where he was staying!
My, how things have changed!
Recall Queen
I’m sure you’ve all heard me talk about step-witch sending me recalls on all sorts of items. She’s so worried I’m going to be a bad parent, I guess. After getting some good shut eye Saturday night, Bill (aka Mike)and I woke up, had some breakfast and were going to get our grocery shopping out of the way before picking up Jake. I called Grandpa and step-witch to inform them. Lucky me, step-witch answered the phone. She starts complaining to me that Jake didn’t sleep because he can’t breathe, due to congestion. Duh, welcome to our world! The kid stays that way. I explained that I had given him some children’s Mucinex (only after speaking to my sister-in-law about it, who is a doctor) to help break up all the mucus. Oh dear God you would have thought I murdered her dog. I got lectured about giving him medicine. Then she says, “he’s wheezing!” No, you’re kidding? That’s why the child is on breathing treatments with Albuterol. She asks, “is he on that because he has asthma?” Well, the doc doesn’t think it’s reached the point of asthma yet, but had us continue on the treatments to help Jake breathe better. Again, you would have thought I killed her dog. “All those things are bad for his liver!” It’s basically a no win situation. I just wanted to get off the phone so I didn’t have to listen to her anymore.
Then she says to me, “well, Jake had a tumble this morning!” WHAT? “He’s got a big knot on his forehead. He was sitting in that chair, rocking, and he rocked it right over. He sure is strong. But I read the directions and they said he could sit in it in the rocking position until he can sit up on his own!” The kid has been sitting on his own since he was about 6 months old. I asked, “was he on the carpet or the hardwood floor?” “He was on the hardwood floor. I just feel terrible about it. I had to call my sister, cause she’s a nurse and she had to help me put ice on it. He was just screaming!” Well, wouldn’t you be screaming? The worst part is he was still strapped in when he fell over. The only way this could have happened is that she wasn’t watching him. He shouldn’t have been in the chair in the first place. I’ve tried telling The Recall Queen that it doesn’t matter what you’re child is doing, you have to supervise them. Duh! A parent leaves their child unattended, something bad happens, so the item gets recalled. Soon, you’ll see the stupid chair Jake was in being recalled cause she’s a freaking moron!
Needless to say, we skipped the grocery store and went right to pick him up. When I told her we were coming to get him she said, “but he’s sleeping!” “I don’t care if he’s sleeping, we’re coming to get him.” Then she said, “but I’m not even dressed!” My thoughts, “I don’t give a rats ass if you’re walking around naked (although that can’t be a pretty sight), we’re coming to get our child!”
We get there, Jake wakes up and he’s got a nice red, quarter sized knot right in the center of his forehead. I wanted to kill her. I took pictures. I might need them as evidence someday. They’ll call it self-defense. He won’t be staying over there again until he’s 16.
Flashback
Saturday was Bill’s (aka Mike’s) birthday. He wanted to go to Buffalo Wild Wings, have a few beers and play some trivia. This meant leaving Jake with Grandpa and step-witch. He hadn’t stayed with them in a long time and I figured we definitely needed a night out. Funny how life is so different these days.
2002
6:00pm: Napping after a long day of 2 classes to prepare for night out.
8:00pm: Wake up to get ready for night out.
9:30pm: Head out to Northgate (Aggie’s know what I’m talking about) to Par-tay!
3:00am: Head home, wonder how I got there and pass out (hopefully not hovered over the toilet) and fully dressed.
2009
6:00pm: Take child to “babysitter’s” house.
8:00pm: Already have buzz from drinking one beer (in my defense it was a 23 ouncer)
9:30pm: Head home, take shower and wash clothes because everything smells like smoke and then crash
3:00am: Wake up and wonder why I don’t hear the baby!
We had fun, even though our evening was over by 9:30. We were both looking forward to sleeping. Jake was sick pretty much all last week and hadn’t been sleeping. It was nice to be able to crash without worrying about when he was going to wake up. However, I did worry about what was happening where he was staying!
My, how things have changed!
Recall Queen
I’m sure you’ve all heard me talk about step-witch sending me recalls on all sorts of items. She’s so worried I’m going to be a bad parent, I guess. After getting some good shut eye Saturday night, Bill (aka Mike)and I woke up, had some breakfast and were going to get our grocery shopping out of the way before picking up Jake. I called Grandpa and step-witch to inform them. Lucky me, step-witch answered the phone. She starts complaining to me that Jake didn’t sleep because he can’t breathe, due to congestion. Duh, welcome to our world! The kid stays that way. I explained that I had given him some children’s Mucinex (only after speaking to my sister-in-law about it, who is a doctor) to help break up all the mucus. Oh dear God you would have thought I murdered her dog. I got lectured about giving him medicine. Then she says, “he’s wheezing!” No, you’re kidding? That’s why the child is on breathing treatments with Albuterol. She asks, “is he on that because he has asthma?” Well, the doc doesn’t think it’s reached the point of asthma yet, but had us continue on the treatments to help Jake breathe better. Again, you would have thought I killed her dog. “All those things are bad for his liver!” It’s basically a no win situation. I just wanted to get off the phone so I didn’t have to listen to her anymore.
Then she says to me, “well, Jake had a tumble this morning!” WHAT? “He’s got a big knot on his forehead. He was sitting in that chair, rocking, and he rocked it right over. He sure is strong. But I read the directions and they said he could sit in it in the rocking position until he can sit up on his own!” The kid has been sitting on his own since he was about 6 months old. I asked, “was he on the carpet or the hardwood floor?” “He was on the hardwood floor. I just feel terrible about it. I had to call my sister, cause she’s a nurse and she had to help me put ice on it. He was just screaming!” Well, wouldn’t you be screaming? The worst part is he was still strapped in when he fell over. The only way this could have happened is that she wasn’t watching him. He shouldn’t have been in the chair in the first place. I’ve tried telling The Recall Queen that it doesn’t matter what you’re child is doing, you have to supervise them. Duh! A parent leaves their child unattended, something bad happens, so the item gets recalled. Soon, you’ll see the stupid chair Jake was in being recalled cause she’s a freaking moron!
Needless to say, we skipped the grocery store and went right to pick him up. When I told her we were coming to get him she said, “but he’s sleeping!” “I don’t care if he’s sleeping, we’re coming to get him.” Then she said, “but I’m not even dressed!” My thoughts, “I don’t give a rats ass if you’re walking around naked (although that can’t be a pretty sight), we’re coming to get our child!”
We get there, Jake wakes up and he’s got a nice red, quarter sized knot right in the center of his forehead. I wanted to kill her. I took pictures. I might need them as evidence someday. They’ll call it self-defense. He won’t be staying over there again until he’s 16.
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