Spring Showers

My new layout!

In wishful hopes of spring arriving, I've done a spring showers template.

I'm ~so~ ready to ditch my coat and socks and layers....but it's not like that's the first time I've said that.

House of Flying Daggers

My husband and I went to the movies this afternoon and saw House of Flying Daggers. It was really good, I thought! I especially loved the play of color in the movie.

It's weird how the brain gets used to reading the subtitles and after a few minutes into the movie you forget that you're listening to a different language and sitting there reading the dialogue.

I'm sick off popcorn....

But it sure was nice to go out for a date!

Sunny and Blah

It's chilly, but so nice outside today! I just bought some new denim capris that I'm hoping to wear soon if the weather will just warm up. My husband is teasing me with plans of a trip to Hawaii in the Fall...I hope...SO hope we can go! And we're progressing with the plans of remodeling. It's an exciting time!

However, with this antsy feeling of wanting spring to arrive and pending vacations... I want a new look for my blog.

I want some color. I want shapes and boxes. I want something new.

I'm not sure what I want exactly yet, but it will come to me...I'll just keep thinking!

Strange

Although quite comical, it's very strange that my little one likes to snuggle with my keyboard gel wrist support more than any other toy she has.

So Much For That Idea

I've been really busy with company visiting. My mother in law is keeping us on the go and I have to say, I'm becoming very spoiled! From breakfast out every morning, to a cocktail companion in the evenings, to having a Starbucks giftcard left for me on the dining room table...I'm lucky!

One thing that was going to be a real treat while my mother in law was here visiting, was my ability to get out and have some "me" time without having to haul the munchkin around with me...

HA!

For some strange reason, my little one has become g.l.u.e.d! to me. She doesn't want anyone else to hold her. I can't be further than two feet from her most of the time, even in the same room, without her having a melt down!

My goodness! So ...so much for the idea of "me" time!

4am

At 4am a year ago, today, my water broke.

And life has been extraordinarily different since then!

Thank you to everyone who's helped make the first year of my munchkin's life so wonderful.

It's amazing how fast time flies by.

Thank you for driving me to the hospital so early in the morning.
Thank you for cracking jokes and making me laugh.
Thank you for watching over me and making sure the doctors and nurses were doing a good job.
Thank you for holding my hair back as I was contracting and throwing up at the same time.
Thank you for offering to get me McDonalds. I know I was mean and told you just what I'd do with that McDonalds if you kept talking about it, but I really did appreciate the thought.
Thank you for giving me my epidural at 1.5 centimeters.
Thank you for doing my epidural shot so nicely that it didn't hurt.
Thank you for the itty bitty ice bits to help with the intense thirst.
Thank you for talking to me on my cell phone in the labor room.
Thank you for giving me oxygen when the baby and I needed it.
Thank you for holding my hand.
Thank you for flying into town to help.
Thank you for cutting the umbilical cord and giving our daughter her cute bellybutton.
Thank you for spending two nights with me in the hospital.
Thank you for sleeping in a chair.
Thank you for sending me flowers.
Thank you for calling.
Thank you for coming and visiting me in the hospital.
Thank you for making me laugh when I was still in so much pain.
Thank you for being healthy.
Thank you for watching over all the tests that were being done on the baby.
Thank you for telling me I looked wonderful when I know I looked like hell.
Thank you for bringing me food that wasn't hospital food.
Thank you for taking pictures.
Thank you for everything.

But especially, to my daughter, thank you for being the most precious thing I could have ever hoped for to grace my life. Happy 1st birthday.

Honeydew, Where'd You Go?

At breakfast this morning, as we sat amongst the crowd that had gathered to dine out on President's Day, my daughter started acting rather strangely.

She had eggs and pancakes and dry cereal and crackers...

She had potatoes and toast...

She had honeydew melon...

Each in small quantities.

But then she became quiet and focused and when I looked over at her sitting proud in her highchair, she was smiling at me with a rather unusual plumpy look to herself.

The tables of people around us, took notice, and smiled as well.

I felt like everyone within sight figured I must only feed my child when I take her out, for she had decided to stuff as much food as she possibly could, including the large piece of honeydew melon... into her shirt.

It's as if she were a human version of a squirrel storing up for the winter.

So I sat there, feeling very silly, fishing for pancake bits, and potato bits, and the slimey gooey piece of melon, and the egg and crackers, and toast...

All the while she's laughing and finding the whole situation to be very comical.

I promise! I do feed my child at home. I'm not sure what she was thinking when she felt like she needed to stash it all away into her clothing.

Goodbye Five Inches

I didn't waste any time in taking advantage of the arrival of my mother in law.

After my husband went dashing out the door this morning, because he was running late to work; my mother in law, myself and the munchkin bundled up and headed out to enjoy a leisure breakfast at the nearby, breakfast cafe.

I was even treated to this morning as my mother in law picked up the tab. Thank you again!

After breakfast, I got the little one all bundled up in her stroller and we had situated ourselves back out into the cold...I headed straight for the beauty parlor, waved goodbye to my daughter and 'Grandma' and surrendered myself to the sanctity of the salon.

I decided to try a new place this time. And it was nice because the hair stylist I got was fantastic...not only in her ability, but with the stories she told.

I sat and relaxed as she gave each strand of hair on my head personal, undivided attention and I listened as she ranted and raved about all of her different friends and their going-ons in their life regarding babies and relationships and strict family rules and desires and hopes for her future and on and on and on...

When I stepped away from the chair I had been so comfortable in, I noticed a pile of hair lying on the floor...

Good riddance! Goodbye five inches...

My hair has bounce and life and style back into it now...I feel so rejuvenated!

More Snow

It snowed last night. Not a lot, but enough to make me cranky.

My mother in law will be here in a few hours, and I'm trying to finish up a few things around the house. The place won't be perfect, nor close to it, but it will be acceptable and she's not really a stickler on us having a perfectly kept place. She's very helpful when she comes to visit, which I'm so thankful for.

She's not a big fan of snow either and asked for warm weather for her visit...comical that it snowed the night before her plane flies in. I really wish the weather would have been warm for her.

She'll be visiting for ten days, so maybe some warm weather will come still...

Tempted

We went out to McDonald's today before running to the grocery store.

I so very much wanted french fries...oh the torture I endured just walking into the establishment.

Not three steps in and a woman walks past me with an entire tray filled with french fries... an.entire.tray!

So my husband and I step up to the cashier and are greeted with, "What can I get you?"

My husband says with a snicker, "We'd like a tray of fries, please..."

The woman was a bit confused and I neverminded what my husband said and started to order...

"I'll have the five piece chicken strips please..."

"The meal?"

"No, just the strips..."

My husband says, "Oh just get the meal...it's okay..."

(He hates to see me suffer... and I really am suffering!)

I continue, "...oh ok. The meal, please....no, just the strips...no, the meal...no! really, just the strips...yes, just the strips..."

The woman says, "it doesn't really matter, the five piece chicken strips come with a free drink and free fries today anyways..."

So needless to say, despite my efforts to not order them, fries...hot, salty, beautiful fries, were placed upon our tray.

And I'll have you know...I didn't eat a single fry! I let them sit on the tray...neglected, and lonely ....without any fry adoration....without any sweet nothings whispered to each delicate morsel of fried potato splendor...

It was hard to do.

I came so.close.to.caving.

I came so.close.to.giving.in.to.temptation.

I even asked my husband, "So, how would one repent should they give in to what they gave up during Lent..." as I eyed that gorgeous red container that was holding the layered sticks of potato goodness.

"Lots and lots of praying...go on, why don't you just eat them...I got you ketchup and extra salt packets just like you like...."

"No, I...am...not...giving...in....Didn't Jesus ever falter?"

"No."

"Hrmph. I really want those fries. I won't eat them though..."

And I didn't eat them.