Tatertot Tuesday #7: Happy Halloween!

Thanks Anyway

Wanna know what happens when your dear husband "helps out" with the housework?

1. Kitchen towels are put away in the same spot as the bathroom towels.
2. Clothes are wadded up and stuffed into drawers they don't even belong in.
3. Dishes are scattered randomly in the dishwasher.

Back off ladies, he's all mine.

But I'm not mad. Nope. Not me. Happy as can be. Wanna know why? Because I've caught on to this little game. Do you really think I'm going to believe that he is so stupid that he doesn't know that the kitchen towels go in the drawer in the kitchen? After all, I saw him reach in that very drawer this morning to get a towel to dry his hands. I know what he wants. And what he wants? Is for me to get mad and say "Well, since you can't do it right anyway, then I'm not going to ask you to help anymore."

HAHAHAHAHAH!! Too bad I'm smarter than he is. Yes, I said it. I am smater than him. Next time I will just casually walk over to him as he's loading the dishwasher and say "Dear, it works out much better if you put the bowls in the top. Thank you so much for helping!"

All you ladies out there better be taking some notes. Your husband/boyfriend/whatever the heck you have will try this on you too. Trust me. But you'll know what to do. You're welcome!

Yes, I'm Still Stuck on George

Earlier I was expressing how disheartened I am about T.R. Knight's gayness to Aaron. Yes I'm still talking about that. Shut up! Here's a little snippet of our conversation for you to enjoy:

Me: I can't believe T.R. Knight is gay.

Him: Who?

Me: You know, George...his real name is T.R. Knight.

Him: Oh. I told you so!

Me: I know! Hey, I wonder what the T.R. stands for?

Him: (after a long pause and much thinking) Tail Raper.

Me: AARON!!!

Stuff That Annoyed me This Week

Please bear with me. I'm running off of very little sleep because I was worried about little miss last night (see shots), so I don't have enough brain power to make an actual intellgent thought for you today. But I am forcing myself to make a post because, incase you haven't noticed, I have posted every day this week. *gives self a pat on the back*


1. On Monday, Aeralyn and I took a walk to the post office. When I got there I realized I had left my keys at home. Thankfully the lady behind the desk was nice enough to give me my mail. And when I say nice, I actually mean that she acted as if it were the biggest burden in the world for her to get off the phone and actually, I don't know, do her job.

2. I couldn't find the canned chili at Food Lion. I walked around the store 3 times looking for the canned chili. Then Aaron called me on my cell phone and I got completely distracted and left the store without getting the chili at all.

3. When I asked the nurse at Aeralyn's appointment yesterday if I should give her Tylenol or Ibuprofen for the fever and pain from the shots, she said either one would be perfectly fine. When I called the after hours nurse line last night to tell them about Aeralyn's fever and I mentioned I had given her Ibuprofen, the nurse told me (in a frantic voice I might add) that I should not give her any more ibuprofen because it can cause bleeding of the stomach in children under 6 months. Thanks for that info! Maybe someone should inform nurse knows-it-all about that little tid bit of advice.

4. As you all know, Thurdays are my favorite day of the week because of Grey's Anatomy. Last night GA was a re-run. And not only did they show one re-run, they showed two. Thanks for ruining my week.

5. Speaking of Grey's Anatomy, you all know that George (T.R. Knight) is my favorite charachter, right? No? Well, his is. And maybe I had fantasies of running away with him. Don't look at me like that, I would have sent money to Aaron. But as it turns out, George would be more interested in running away with Aaron than with me. That's right, he's gay. That sound? That sound you just heard? was my heart breaking.

Shots

Today Aeralyn had her 2 month well baby check up. She now weighs 11lbs and is 22 and 1/2 inches long. She is in the 90th percentile for her weight and height, and mama is very proud. Also, she got four shots. Two in each leg, and it was extremely pitiful. I cried almost as much as she did.

Thursday Thirteen #1

Thirteen Things I Love About The Fall 1. Halloween! I might possibly decorate more for halloween than for Chrstmas. Is that bad?

2. Pumpkins

3. The beautiful colors of the changing leaves.

4. The smell of pumpkin spice and apple cinnamon.

5. Thanksgiving. Also known as: eat-so-much-turkey-and-pie-that-your-pants-don't-zip day.

6. The day after Thanksgiving. Also known as: buy-everything-in-sight-because-it's-on-sale-OH-MY-GOODNESS day.

7. Sweaters and boots and jeans OH MY!

8. I'm only on number 8?! This is harder than I thougt! Um...Pie? As in Pecan PIE! Apparently one can only consume pecan pie during the fall and winter months.

9. Hunting season! Wait, how did that get on the list...that was meant for the "Thirteen things I hate about fall" list.

10. Outside temperatures that are no longer in the categories of "Hot as hell" and "Hotter than hell".

11. My hair always looks best in the fall.

12. Halloween candy.

13. Carving pumpkins. (while typing this I have found that I do not posses the ability to type the word pumpkin correctly on the first try. It always comes out pumkin. You are astounded by my spelling abilities)




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More Proof That I Suck

Do you know what this is a picture of? It's a lovely picture of the massive mound of clothes that need to be folded and put away. I am quite possibly the worst housekeeper on the face of the earth. I got as far as washing the clothes, but putting them away is a different story. And I really don't have an excuse this time because Aeralyn has been napping BEAUTIFULLY for a few days now, but clearly I would rather blog about how I need to be folding clothes than actually folding the clothes.

Did you notice that those clothes are so nicely piled in a recliner? Well, what you may not know is that recliner is from the living room, but it has been taking up space in my bedroom for almost two months now. Did I mention that I actually slept in that recliner for a whole month after we brought Miss Priss home from the hospital? Why? Because she wouldn't let me sleep in my bed. Yes, that's right, the baby would not LET me sleep in my bed. I had to sleep in that recliner with her on my chest. For a month.

I'm sure I will bust that out one day when she's a teenager. It'll go something like this:


Her: "If you loved me you would let me [fill in the blank with whatever scary piece of nonsense my teeenage daughter will want to wear/unsupervised party she will want to go to/obscene amount of money she will want to borrow to buy her boyfriend a Christmas present/blahblahohmyGOD why did I have a daughter?!]


Me: " IF I loved you? IF??! Are you kidding me? I carried you for nine months and ONE WEEK during the hottest summer ever! And I slept with you in an uncomfortable recliner for a whole month after you were born and you rhink I don't LOVE you?

Oh geez. I think I'll go fold those clothes now.

Tatertot Tuesday #6: Boo to You!

It's Tatertot Tuesday, and we're in the Halloween spirit over here. Too bad she only got to wear this outfit for the whole 5 minutes it took to take these pictures. Then we headed to the bathtub because we had a quite impressive blowout. Did I ever tell you how glamourous motherhood is? Very.

2FUNE4RL

Um, HI! (waves shyly) I'm still here. Bet you were wondering if I had dropped off the face of the earth, but GOOD NEWS! I didn't, I was just busy. No, really. Don't look at me like that! This time I actually was busy, not just being lazy or whatever. Promise.

I've noticed that I really kinda suck at this whole blogging thing. Okay, before you freak out and start saying stuff like "she's just fishing for compliments", no I'm not. I really don't have a lot of interesting stuff to talk about. Well, I take that back. Plenty of interesting things happen around here on a daily basis, but I might not always know how to word it to make it interesting to everyone else. So this is why I don't update on a daily basis. Also the baby doesn't like to nap, ever. I'm working on it though, so hang in there.

I started this post to tell you all about something hilarious that Aaron and I saw yesterday. Let me just tell you, it was the funniest thing that I had seen in a really long time, and I guess it shouldn't have been, but for some reason we just had the sillies or something because we are STILL laughing about it today. No joke.

We were driving home from the mall and we got behind a new black Mustang. I immediately noticed the liscence plate. It read: SQRPNTS

Squarepants. SquarePANTS? Squarepants!! Okay, so it's really not that funny. The guy (or girl it could have been at this time because we had yet to see the driver), is a fan of our yellow friend who just happens to live in a pineapple under the sea. That's fine with me, advertise it all day long. But wait, there's more!

We got into the passing lane to pass the Spongebob fan, and that's when we noticed that HE was a young (probably early thirties) Asian man. Still not funny? He was in a business suit with AVIATOR sunglasses! Not just any aviators people, I'm talking about BIG Top Gun style aviators (dude AVIATORS!!). And he was totally rocking out to a song on the radio. I like to think that he was singing along to "Jitterbug" or something like that just because that makes the situation that much more hilarious! Now come on, you can not tell me that is not funny? Spongebob + Asian Business Man + HUGE Aviators = AWESOMENESS!!

Aaron and I were laughing uncontrollably, and now all we have to do in a moment of silence is say "squarepants", and we are thrown into another fit of laughter. It's the little things in life people.

Can't you just see this guy sitting at home in his spongebob pajamas singing along to the theme song? YES! Yes you can now that I put that image into your head. You are so welcome for that. And now we all will be walking around all day singing "Wake me up before you go go..." You are also welcome for THAT!

Tatertot Tuesday #5: Pouty Face

I started to wait and see if I could get a better picture of her today, but I decided this one was too funny not to share. It's not all fun and games all the time! This is her pouty face, and I absolutely love it. It's the first face she made when the nurse brought her over to me in the operating room, and then I fell in love.

Potty Mouth

Get ready people because I am about to tell you a deep, dark, dirty secret. Make sure you're sitting down because this one may really shock you.

I have a really bad potty mouth.

Okay, so maybe it's not that big of a secret, but I'm just now realizing it. Yes I live with myself everyday, and usually I'm pretty aware of what I'm doing and saying, but this must have somehow been overlooked. Having a baby really makes you more aware of what stupid stuff you do.

Today Aeralyn and I were headed to the bank, and if I haven't told you already, I have some pretty bad road rage. Nothing makes me madder than idiots behind the wheel of a car.

I'm driving along behind a blue truck, which I later realized was from out of town. Out of town people are the worst people to drive behind because usually, they don't know where the heck they're going, and that never makes for a good day.

Blue truck man was no exception. He was apparently looking for the Chinese Restaurant, and when he saw it he became very proud of himself for finding it and SLAMMED ON THE BRAKES IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD! All he really had to do was get in the turning lane and proceed into the parking lot of the very special chinese restaurant, but NO! He was not all about that.

I don't like to slam on the brakes on normal occasions, but when I have my 6 week old baby in the car, that makes me not want to do it even more. I was a little mad, and before I knew it, I was screaming some rather choice words at blue truck man. And then I quickly slapped my hand over my mouth like I was 12 years old and had just said a bad word in front of my grandma.

Oops.

I can't say things like that anymore. I don't want Aeralyn hearing what I heard growing up because man did my dad cuss like a sailor. And ladies aren't supposed to talk like that anyway. Or something like that.

It really shouldn't be that hard because I don't have a potty mouth very often. In fact, the only person who really ever hears me say ugly words is Aaron. I never cuss in front of anyone else except for him, and really close friends. But really? There's no need to have those words in my vocabulary for any reason.

And then I started thinking about all the stuff we are going to have to start censoring. Aaron and I have a wicked way of picking at eachother, and we often say things that sound horrible and most people would never dream of saying things like this to the ones they love, but we mean them as terms of endearment. For example, some phrases we use in daily conversation are:

"I hate you."

"I'll kill you."

"Don't make me stab you in the eye."

No, I'm not kidding. When Aaron proposed to me, the first thing I said was "I hate you", and then I cried and we hugged and all that mushiness. If you don't believe me, it's on video. I have no idea how we got started saying these things to eachother, but it has stuck over the years. Everyone that knows us knows that we are playing with eachother and I've just never thought it was a big deal, until now.

Now really, I don't think it will go over well if Aeralyn goes to kindergarten and tells one of her classmates that she is going to kill them. I'm thinking it might scare some people, and possibly Child Protection Services might come and investigate us. Wouldn't that be fun?

I seriously doubt it.

And It's Not Even Monday

Hey! Wanna know how you can really make yourself feel like crap? Listen up, there's only two easy steps:

Step 1: Gain 50lbs during your pregnancy.
Step 2: Try on your pre-pregnancy jeans that were a little on the snug side before you got pregnant when you're only a month post partum.

Someone please kill me now. What the hell was I thinking, I mean really?

I'm so sick of wearing sweat pants and *GASP* my MATERNITY CAPRIS every freaking day. I said to myself this morning: "Self, let's just try on those cute jeans that we loved so much before we got knocked up. Sure we've only lost half of that pregnancy weight, and so what if our butt is still the size of New Mexico, they might just fit."

Guess what?

They didn't fit. Maybe they didn't even go over my hips even a LITTLE BIT! But that's okay. I totally needed a wakeup call, and that was definitely it. So, I'm starting today. I'm going to start with baby steps so maybe this won't be one of those times I fail miserably and feel like poop.

As of today I promise to walk ATLEAST 3 times a week, and I will only drink water. Okay, I take back the water part. I have to drink sweet tea with dinner, but for the rest of the day, only water. That's all the baby steps for today. Give me a break, I'm still a little shell shocked from the earlier events. Wish me luck.

Tatertot Tuesday #4

These are my favorite pictures so far!

Random Bits of Randomness

I have some stuff to say, but I don't feel like making into actual fluid paragraphs. So, here's what's on my mind, in randomy list like format. Enjoy.

1. It's fall!! Did you guys notice? Or care? Probably not because it's still NINETY FREAKING DEGREES outside. Hello?! But do you think that has stopped me from putting out all my leafy pretties and my pumpkin smellies? Heck no! I'm basking in the smell of pumkin spice as we speak. Fall...my most favoritest time of year.

2. Aeralyn decided to take two, say it with me: TWO! naps yesterday. Thankyouverymuch. And what did I get accomplished during those two nap times? Well, during the first one, I caught up on reading some blogs, and during the next one, I read some more blogs and ate some lunch. Very productive. Anyone wanna come clean my house and do some laundry?

3. I'm sitting here thinking about how I really should be cleaning my house or doing some laundry instead of trying to come up with something to tell you people. It is really making my brain hurt badly, and everytime I have a thought, it is replaced with the mental image of the mound of towels in the corner of my bedroom that needs to be folded, and the dirty dishes in the sink. Except, I will not be doing anything with those dirty dishes in the sink because those are for Aaron to take care of. Why? Here's the conversation we had last night after we went to bed.

Me: Did you clean up the mess you made in the kitchen?
Aaron: yes...kinda.
Me: what do you mean kinda?
Aaron: I'm just kidding..of course I cleaned up the mess I made in the kitchen.
Me: seriously, you better go clean it up because my head might explode.
Aaron: I swear, I cleaned it up, I was just kidding.
Me: Ok

What did I find in the sink when I got up this morning?
1. The frying pan that he used to cook Ricearoni last night, with crusted ricearoni on it.
2. The plate that he used to dip his bagel bites in ranch dressing, with the ranch dressing still globbed up on one side.

Please ignore the fact that he had ricearoni and bagel bites for dinner last night because I am a terrible wife who never EVER cooks dinner. Keep your focus here! But really? It wasn't that he was lieing to me about cleaning up his mess. He really feels like putting his dirty dishes in the sink without even rinsing them suffices for cleaning up. Who's fault is that? Well, partially it is his mom's fault for cleaning up after him for so long (Hey Holly! Still love you though), and partially it is my fault for cleaning up after him for so long. I guess he will get a suprise when he gets home this afternoon.

4. It's Thursday!! Know what that means? Grey's Anatomy comes on tonight! I find myself each week thinking "Oh my goodness, it's Thursday again already?" The time is going by so fast. Tomorrow Aeralyn will be five weeks old. I got the cutest video of her laughing this morning, so if I can ever figure out how to upload it here, I will share it with you all.

That's all for today. I really could sit here for hours and talk about nothing in particular, but I think I might actually take advantage of this naptime and do something productive.

Tatertot Tuesday #3

Little Miss now weighs 10lbs 2ozs as of yesterdays visit to the Pediatrician. For those of you playing along at home, that is trip number five to the pediatrician since we have been home from the hospital. This time she had a rash on her neck that is apparently caused by cradle cap, so no big deal. And now she is crying hysterically for me to come and rescue her from the bassinet, so I must go save her.

Month One

Dear Tatertot:

Today you are one month old, and I can hardly believe it. This has quite possibly been the shortest month of my life, especially when I compare it to last month, which was probably the longest waiting for your arrival. Your daddy and I have had so much fun getting to know you these past 4 weeks, and it was instant love the frst time I saw you. You are perfect in every way. Here are some things I have learned about you this month:

You hate being swaddled. No, you seriously hate it. You tolerated it while we were in the hospital, but as soon as we got home you decided you were not putting up with that nonsense any longer. In fact, you don't like covers on your body at all. Period. You are perfectly content to hang out in your onesie all day, and I promise I won't put you in footie pajamas again for a very long time. Atleast until it gets cold outside. I apologize for the severe dismay that those cute little jammies caused you.

You love to take a bath. In fact, it is one of the only ways we can get you to calm down in the afternoon. You see, we need to talk about something. Every afternoon, you go through these little crying spells, and you want to nurse constantly. This is no fun for anyone, especially mommy. These crying spells last anywhere from one (if I'm lucky) to five hours at a time. Please get happier in the afternoon. Please, for all our sakes.

You decided the day that we came home from the hospital that sleep is not your thing. Well, I take that back. You do sleep rather well at night, but only when I'm holding you. When I try to put you in the bassinet, you act like I'm throwing you into the burning pits of hell. Trust me, the bassinet is a very nice place, and I'm hoping you two will become good friends soon. And daytime naps? You see no need for those whatsoever. I think you are too afraid you are going to miss something fun and exciting. Let me be the first to tell you that NOTHING fun and exciting is going to happen while you are sleeping, so please, sleep away little one. Unless you count doing a load of laundry or unloading the dishwasher as fun and exciting.

You also are not a big fan of the pacifier. It's pretty funny how you look like I just poured motor oil in your mouth when I try to give it to you. The only person who has been able to get you to take it so far is Papa, and he has to hold it the entire time to keep you from spitting it out, which defeats the whole purpose if you ask me. I personally think you are going to be a thumb sucker just like your mommy. That is, as soon as you can figure out how to get it in your mouth.

You never cease to amaze us at how well you can hold up your head. The nurses in the operating room couldn't believe how well you were holding your head up right after you were born. Your daddy and I think this means you are going to be a genius. Don't dissapoint us, okay? Actually, I'm a little terrified about what this might actually mean. If you can already hold your head up now, does this mean that you will sit up, crawl, and walk earlier? I'm not sure I'm ready for such things anytime soon.

You cried you first ever real live wet tears this week, and my heart broke into several thousand pieces. Let's not make that a habit because mommy cannot handle it.

You have gained almost two pounds this month, and you grew one and a half inches longer. You are getting stronger and more alert every day. This week you have really started making eye contact, and you will even smile at us on occasion. Your daddy has figured out that blowing in your face amuses you for a few minutes, and will sometimes make you laugh. He now does this many times a day. Thanks for humoring him.

Your daddy and I love to just sit and look at you. We can't believe we created something so beautiful and perfect, and we are so in love.

And then, there were three.

I love you miss priss, more than anything in the world.
Mama