The past year has been a whirlwind of new things that has created a whole new me. While I enjoy the company of my little bear, there is so much I miss about my old self. I miss my supermodel hair, I miss bikini bathing suits and wearing shirts as dresses, I miss free time and thoughtless days. But most of all, I miss Jarod.
In almost less than two months, we'll be back together in Ohio and getting ready to take the plunge into the married life. It's interesting how we have our Sammy, we share everything, and for a time, we lived together and yet, I'm kind of nervous. How different can it be?
Well, for starters, I can't overreact and tell him I'm leaving. The legal proceedings of a divorce are too long and complicated for him to believe that I'd actually go through with all that just because we have a minor disagreement. (This is a joke, guys...but seriously.)
Jarod and I both have romantic notions of each other that never seem to be fulfilled. We think very highly of each other. But real life has never stopped us from trying our hardest to make the other person's dreams come true. Jarod would do anything if it would mean I'd turn my frown upside down. While, on some level, I wish I would have fallen in love with a musician/poet, I would pick my meathead of a hockey player any day. And while Jarod thought he got a timid girl, who, as I found out yesterday, likes the outdoors (why would he ever think I did?!?) He chose me! The surprising connection that brought the two of us together seems to have boggled the minds of anyone who knows us, but seriously, who really knows us? The only people who understand us are the two of us. Add to that the crazy life of a hockey family and we look like a recipe for disaster, but I'd put money on us. haha
Do you ever find yourself listening to the radio, and you hear a song that reminds you of something that just takes you back to a moment in time that you can almost feel? Lately, every time I hear a love song, it takes everything in me not to close my eyes (because I'm driving...DANGEROUS) and take a minute to remember Jarod holding my hand, or just being near. I mean, how sappy is that? It's not like he's in a coma or anything like that. He's in Texas playing hockey. If anything, he should be having the time of his life. I believe this is all the product of too little sleep and too much baby Sam. BUT maybe I'm turning into a romantic.
Enough ramblings and back to school! Gotta finish semi-strong!
Did you know Ostriches are the only birds who have eyelashes?
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 15, 2011
Sorry Social Life, I Can't See You Tonight. I've Gotta Be a Mom
Let me clue you in on my pitiful life (jk jk, but seriously...)
It's Friday night, 10:52 PM. I'm sitting here in front of the television watching Yo Gabba Gabba on silent, constantly refreshing the stats on Jarod's game (because I'm too cheap to purchase the video feed tonight, plus it sucks big ones to see it cut out every five minutes) with my empty cup of wine, contemplating whether or not I smell bad enough to shower.
P.S. Jarod scores on the one night I don't buy the damn game. Kill me.
Yes. My life has change just a bit.
There was a time when pitiful meant something completely different. My BFF Brittni and I would scrap together our dollars (usually around 7 or 8) contemplate whether or not eating a real dinner was worth the extra money and go out to join some pub crawls, meet some nerds, hula hoop...whatever our hearts desired... starting at 4 pm lasting until who knows when (maybe with a trip to the library to pick up Jarod haha). That sort of pitiful was, at least, fun. and we usually made a few dollars throughout the night.
Fun nights were posted on facebook within the month, and I shaved my legs on the reg.
Now, I get separation anxiety from Sam. I seriously love the little bugger to death. If I don't have to leave him, I won't. I feel like I really have no reason to, because I don't have anything friends anyway. He's much more fun anyway. We make animal noises, we play on the compy, and we love all the same shows (except I secretly suspect he likes watching Olivia, which I despise for her selfish ways). I love it! But then again, who would want to leave this cute little face? :)
It's Friday night, 10:52 PM. I'm sitting here in front of the television watching Yo Gabba Gabba on silent, constantly refreshing the stats on Jarod's game (because I'm too cheap to purchase the video feed tonight, plus it sucks big ones to see it cut out every five minutes) with my empty cup of wine, contemplating whether or not I smell bad enough to shower.
P.S. Jarod scores on the one night I don't buy the damn game. Kill me.
Yes. My life has change just a bit.
There was a time when pitiful meant something completely different. My BFF Brittni and I would scrap together our dollars (usually around 7 or 8) contemplate whether or not eating a real dinner was worth the extra money and go out to join some pub crawls, meet some nerds, hula hoop...whatever our hearts desired... starting at 4 pm lasting until who knows when (maybe with a trip to the library to pick up Jarod haha). That sort of pitiful was, at least, fun. and we usually made a few dollars throughout the night.
Fun nights were posted on facebook within the month, and I shaved my legs on the reg.
Now, I get separation anxiety from Sam. I seriously love the little bugger to death. If I don't have to leave him, I won't. I feel like I really have no reason to, because I don't have anything friends anyway. He's much more fun anyway. We make animal noises, we play on the compy, and we love all the same shows (except I secretly suspect he likes watching Olivia, which I despise for her selfish ways). I love it! But then again, who would want to leave this cute little face? :)
Having said all of that, I think I'm ready for a little nap before Jarod calls me post-game. Let's hope for a win (or a loss. I'm not sure which one I want more yet) Go Aeros!
Did you know: There are no words in the English dictionary that rhyme with the word "Month"?
Friday, April 8, 2011
Quiting Another Addiction
I'm quitting coffee.
I think starting to drink coffee might have been a top five worst decisions I've never made... and I blame Jarod.
When I met Jarod and we started dating, I obvi used studying as a way to hang out more. More to my surprise, Jarod actually wanted to study instead of make out. So I'd sit there, bored out of my mind on my computer, FBing, while he studied and would usually doze off for awhile (I can sleep standing up). Every time I would come over, Jarod had a fresh pot of coffee. Honestly... the stuff tastes like boiling hot bitter water to me. Especially since the only way Jarod would offer it was black...no sugar, no cream. If I didn't like him so much, I'd probably spit it in his face. haha. (But seriously....in February when my sister and I eat chocolates from the Valentine's day boxes, if I get one with fruit or coconut, I make a face and she sticks out her hand for me to spit it out. We've been doing it since I was little, nbd)
Cut to Mommy: The Student. As perfect as Jarod can be, coffee became my lover. I had coffee in the morning, in the afternoon, even at night depending on what needed to get done. Before you feel sorry for me, I'm seriously, the ultimate slacker so I wait until late night on the day before to get things done, so essentially, MY bad! (Emphasis on the "my") I seriously could stay up for days. But now, I'm getting just a little worried. I've been having these half awake half asleep moments where I can't tell the difference between dreaming and reality, I'm very irritable, and because drinking coffee made my appetite go away, I haven't been eating very well. Those things alarmed me, but now I'm concerned. My hair is falling out like whoa. It's not because I stopped taking prenatals, because I never took them in the first place. And this started happening very recently. I could very well make a wig out of the hair that falls out in one day. This has never happened before, and I'm afraid I might go bald. Biggest fear aside from the government regulating TV consumption. So, I'm stopping. While I'm no longer a scientist, I could still play one on TV convincingly, so I decided that because the caffeine was draining my system more often (drink coffee= pee a lot), it was draining out the small amount of nutrition I was getting. Thursday was awful, today was better. But I also didn't have to do anything but hang out with Sam. One logical alternative would be to take vitamin supplements. Um, wrong. I sure as hell will not swallow those. Do I look like a drug mule? I would gag and probably die.
I'm looking into some alternatives, but right now, I decided on a little arithmetic:
[(Old Vi)+(Mommy Vi)]-[(Excessive Drinking)+(Mild Stupidity/Bad Decisions)]= V2k11
OMG amazing.
Every day is new so we'll seeeee :)
Did you know: The Fedex logo as an arrow between the "e" and the "x". Thank you Ochocinco :)
I think starting to drink coffee might have been a top five worst decisions I've never made... and I blame Jarod.
When I met Jarod and we started dating, I obvi used studying as a way to hang out more. More to my surprise, Jarod actually wanted to study instead of make out. So I'd sit there, bored out of my mind on my computer, FBing, while he studied and would usually doze off for awhile (I can sleep standing up). Every time I would come over, Jarod had a fresh pot of coffee. Honestly... the stuff tastes like boiling hot bitter water to me. Especially since the only way Jarod would offer it was black...no sugar, no cream. If I didn't like him so much, I'd probably spit it in his face. haha. (But seriously....in February when my sister and I eat chocolates from the Valentine's day boxes, if I get one with fruit or coconut, I make a face and she sticks out her hand for me to spit it out. We've been doing it since I was little, nbd)
Cut to Mommy: The Student. As perfect as Jarod can be, coffee became my lover. I had coffee in the morning, in the afternoon, even at night depending on what needed to get done. Before you feel sorry for me, I'm seriously, the ultimate slacker so I wait until late night on the day before to get things done, so essentially, MY bad! (Emphasis on the "my") I seriously could stay up for days. But now, I'm getting just a little worried. I've been having these half awake half asleep moments where I can't tell the difference between dreaming and reality, I'm very irritable, and because drinking coffee made my appetite go away, I haven't been eating very well. Those things alarmed me, but now I'm concerned. My hair is falling out like whoa. It's not because I stopped taking prenatals, because I never took them in the first place. And this started happening very recently. I could very well make a wig out of the hair that falls out in one day. This has never happened before, and I'm afraid I might go bald. Biggest fear aside from the government regulating TV consumption. So, I'm stopping. While I'm no longer a scientist, I could still play one on TV convincingly, so I decided that because the caffeine was draining my system more often (drink coffee= pee a lot), it was draining out the small amount of nutrition I was getting. Thursday was awful, today was better. But I also didn't have to do anything but hang out with Sam. One logical alternative would be to take vitamin supplements. Um, wrong. I sure as hell will not swallow those. Do I look like a drug mule? I would gag and probably die.
I'm looking into some alternatives, but right now, I decided on a little arithmetic:
[(Old Vi)+(Mommy Vi)]-[(Excessive Drinking)+(Mild Stupidity/Bad Decisions)]= V2k11
OMG amazing.
Every day is new so we'll seeeee :)
Did you know: The Fedex logo as an arrow between the "e" and the "x". Thank you Ochocinco :)
Monday, March 28, 2011
Hey Babay! I Think I'm Gonna Marry You!
Sooo I picked up my supposed wedding dress on Saturday... seriously exhausting. Apparently, when you get your dress fitted, you have to go THE shoes to go with THE dress for THE wedding. Anyone who knows me knows how much I HATE shoes. My feet make it impossible to like them. They're ugly, wide, and flat. They remind me of a duck's foot with Mr. Peanuts for each little(but long) toe. We ending up going to EVERY store at the mall looking for THE shoes. Today MY feet hurt. I obviously need to lessons in being a bridezilla, but I don't have the time for that. What I've learned, though, is that an easy-going bride is worse than a bride that knows exactly what she wants. Everyone is always asking what you want EXACTly for THE things that will be remembered for your entire life. Geez louise. I just wanna be married!
I've been quite a douche bag to my family as of late. Especially with this wedding business. Besides having this blog as an outlet, I really keep to myself and I'm not very open to the opinion of others. In my head, all of this wedding stuff can be easily done, and we can be happy, but in reality, it's a pretty hard business. Feelings get hurt, disagreements happen, and when you think it's no big deal (nbd) you're really letting other people down. As much as it's about you and your future spouse, it's supposed to be about your family, too. As hard as it is for me to let them in on it, it's the way it's supposed to be. But let me be honest, I just want to be married. We're already a family! I'd just be happy with signing the papers and calling it a wedding. Thank goodness for sisters who are extreme Type A's. When this is over I'll have some relief.
On a lighter note, I have a funny story to tell about getting my dress fitted. It all starts with the bra fitting. Keep in mind I just had a baby 6 months ago, and I hate my body right now. I somehow forgot where I was going and wore maaaybe the oldest bra imaginable. I also decided to wear my bodyshaper, because I have a few trouble areas that I hate. Aaaand I of course don't bring a strapless bra with me, because, why would I? So I pretty much get naked for this lady I don't even know, while she judges my little assets. Kill me. Later, I have to go all around the mall in my bodyshaper, which is making me sweat like crazy, and I have to pee. Worst feeling ever. So then, I put the dress on for a second time, and the very Russian seamstress was trying to figure out how to fit the dress to my anorexic frame. We are, of course, trying to figure out how to squeeze in the top. My mom asked if they can just take in the back.... the Russian's response? "Problem not in the back, nice and snug. Just empty in the front. We need to put something there." Riiippppp. Thanks, lady, for calling me out for my little boobies in front of all these people who are coming into the dressing room to look at my be-a-utiful dress.
Did you know: Smarter people have more dreams? The higher your I.Q. the more youdream
I've been quite a douche bag to my family as of late. Especially with this wedding business. Besides having this blog as an outlet, I really keep to myself and I'm not very open to the opinion of others. In my head, all of this wedding stuff can be easily done, and we can be happy, but in reality, it's a pretty hard business. Feelings get hurt, disagreements happen, and when you think it's no big deal (nbd) you're really letting other people down. As much as it's about you and your future spouse, it's supposed to be about your family, too. As hard as it is for me to let them in on it, it's the way it's supposed to be. But let me be honest, I just want to be married. We're already a family! I'd just be happy with signing the papers and calling it a wedding. Thank goodness for sisters who are extreme Type A's. When this is over I'll have some relief.
On a lighter note, I have a funny story to tell about getting my dress fitted. It all starts with the bra fitting. Keep in mind I just had a baby 6 months ago, and I hate my body right now. I somehow forgot where I was going and wore maaaybe the oldest bra imaginable. I also decided to wear my bodyshaper, because I have a few trouble areas that I hate. Aaaand I of course don't bring a strapless bra with me, because, why would I? So I pretty much get naked for this lady I don't even know, while she judges my little assets. Kill me. Later, I have to go all around the mall in my bodyshaper, which is making me sweat like crazy, and I have to pee. Worst feeling ever. So then, I put the dress on for a second time, and the very Russian seamstress was trying to figure out how to fit the dress to my anorexic frame. We are, of course, trying to figure out how to squeeze in the top. My mom asked if they can just take in the back.... the Russian's response? "Problem not in the back, nice and snug. Just empty in the front. We need to put something there." Riiippppp. Thanks, lady, for calling me out for my little boobies in front of all these people who are coming into the dressing room to look at my be-a-utiful dress.
Did you know: Smarter people have more dreams? The higher your I.Q. the more youdream
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Are We There, Yet?
Today, I'm currently rocking a white v-neck under shirt that kinda smells like B.O. and probably has baby stains on it. I'm only guessing (I haven't found any) because people keep looking at me weird. Also, my jeans smell funny. There is a great likelihood that these pants haven't been washed since I got them (I do that).
I've had a rough couple of weeks.
Life has finally started to sink in, and I've gotten senioritis for the third time. Only, now I'm dealing with pure exhaustion, not a Donkey Kong hangover. We're reaching the finale of our separation as the hockey season comes to an end. I'm really excited for this. I'm super anxious for time to fly. There are about three weeks until the regular season ends. Apparently playoffs last through the end of June. Unlike college hockey, they do a best of 7 tournament. What. the. heck? Not only is that annoying for me, I believe Jarod will be dead by then. With what I believe are 4 rounds, that's a total of what, 28 games? (I'm no good at math...or english grammar, apparently.) I know this sounds horrible, but I really hope they lose quick. Being by myself at this point in the semester has proved to be disastrous. I mean, I'm exaggerating, but Sammy and school are wearing me down.
Sam is the most social, crazy baby I've ever met. He, honest to gosh, is always talking like mad, giggling and now, moving around during all his waking hours. In order to curb any depression that might occur, I've been dancing and singing a one woman broadway musical for him every morning to make him happy. It also prevents him from moving around too much and maaaaybe falling off the bed. Oops! (It hasn't happened yet, mom) Maybe it's spoiling him to give him all of this attention all the time, but I'll be damned if Sam is sad because I was too tired to play with him. Sooo I put on a smile and dance around while singing to Rihanna (his personal fave) while he sits there laughing at how crazy mommy can be. I'll tell you something, the introverted part of me is exhausted and a little uncomfortable, everyday.
I've had a rough couple of weeks.
Life has finally started to sink in, and I've gotten senioritis for the third time. Only, now I'm dealing with pure exhaustion, not a Donkey Kong hangover. We're reaching the finale of our separation as the hockey season comes to an end. I'm really excited for this. I'm super anxious for time to fly. There are about three weeks until the regular season ends. Apparently playoffs last through the end of June. Unlike college hockey, they do a best of 7 tournament. What. the. heck? Not only is that annoying for me, I believe Jarod will be dead by then. With what I believe are 4 rounds, that's a total of what, 28 games? (I'm no good at math...or english grammar, apparently.) I know this sounds horrible, but I really hope they lose quick. Being by myself at this point in the semester has proved to be disastrous. I mean, I'm exaggerating, but Sammy and school are wearing me down.
Sam is the most social, crazy baby I've ever met. He, honest to gosh, is always talking like mad, giggling and now, moving around during all his waking hours. In order to curb any depression that might occur, I've been dancing and singing a one woman broadway musical for him every morning to make him happy. It also prevents him from moving around too much and maaaaybe falling off the bed. Oops! (It hasn't happened yet, mom) Maybe it's spoiling him to give him all of this attention all the time, but I'll be damned if Sam is sad because I was too tired to play with him. Sooo I put on a smile and dance around while singing to Rihanna (his personal fave) while he sits there laughing at how crazy mommy can be. I'll tell you something, the introverted part of me is exhausted and a little uncomfortable, everyday.
Another way to entertain Sam
Sam's Blue Steel will make me millions someday... obvi why I please him.
I was reading my old blog posts and I said that I probably wouldn't be writing about Jarod and Sammy so much, but I believe that's all I've been writing about. I guess my life without them is really boring or I'm one of those people that make their family their world. Which one's better, because I'll just say that one. But seriously, look at how cute this kid is? Through my weirdo stories about him, I'm bragging, not going to lie. I'm thinking that I'm not sure how Sam is going to turn out when he gets older and if I'll be able to brag the way I am now. I suppose I'm just trying to get my money's worth while I can. While obvi I hope he's as great as he is right now forever, you can't be sure. I usually look at my glass half empty for the comedic purpose of life, I've gotta go with my perfect little bambino always being the best kid ever.
Did you know: When attacked by an alligator, it's best to punch him right in the honker. Also, that zigzag walking will probs get you killed. Straight lines are best when you're on land.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
My Odd Little Baby
Today was the first day Sam has really smiled since we've been back in Oxford. Maybe it's because we are finally treating the double ear infection that he never complained about, getting back into the routine of life while Mommy goes to school, or Patty the Platypus (most likely Patty), but one thing is certain... we hate Horrible Ohio right now.
It breaks my heart to see how much he misses his dad. For a few days, he'd look around whenever we were obvi searching for Jarod. The only thing that's made him happy are the few minutes Jarod talks to him over the phone. Sam is currently sleeping on me while I write this at 1:30 in the morning.
That brings me to a topic that is slightly odd. Sam likes his women big, round, and plump (Sorry, Gianna :) ) While Sam will obvi let me hold him and snuggle because I'm his mom, he is extremely uncomfortable on my skin and bone frame. I honestly feel bad that I haven't kept on my baby fat weight. The poor kid can't get comfy. The second he sees a woman that is slightly bigger or has the pleasure of having ample breasts, he lunges for them and snugs up close.
We sat next to a woman on the plane back to Ohio who was slightly bigger. Sam couldn't get enough of her. He kept putting on his charm with his flirty smile and giggles. Then he started rubbing her fatty arms trying to get her to hold him. He's such a weirdo and obviously doesn't understand boundaries. Coming from a kid who has had a sudden fear of strangers, he surely can't resist the women with some junk in the trunk.
Sam enjoys the comfort of a pillowtop mattress and can't get comfortable without a soft pillow. Maybe that's how he wants his woman too. He's such a little diva... guess I should pack on the pounds.
There is one thing he doesn't complain about, apparently, pain. Sam has his first aliment...the double ear infection. The kid hasn't complained at all, really. He has no fever, he eats like mad, and he stop his nervous tick of pulling on his ears 3 weeks ago! For a second, I felt like a horrible mother, as she told me that it looked "really bad" and I had no idea this was going on.We were going in to check about his super yucky cough! Really, Sam? No heads up? He's always so happy and hasn't complained one bit. We were on a plane for goodness sake! He hardly cried, only when he was hungry, so instead of being mad at myself, I decided I'd be mad at him.
Here's another weird thing about Sam, while we're on the topic. He loves Beanie Babies. We have tons in storage at my parent's house. Like every other family in the 90's, we jumped on the Beanie Baby band wagon. We had the cases, the tag covers, and I was in the Official Beanie Baby Club. When I was pregnant, my family joked about how all the crazy crap in the house we had would go to the grandkids.... aka unborn Sam. I said something about how I didn't want the Beanie Babies. My mom said, under her breath, that she was going to give them to her grandbabies. Well crap, turns out, Sam loves them. His cow that he can't sleep without? Beanie Baby.
He chews on him like crazy when he sleeps and likes to twirl his tail around. It's actually pretty adorable, but only because Sam is cute. Deep down, there is a part of me that despises the fact that Sam is attached to something, but at least it's only when he sleeps. He wants nothing to do with him during the day. The problem is, he's starting to smell. I'm not sure if you can wash these little fake animals or not but something needs to be done. I decided I'd try to get him to like something else. Patty was my first Beanie Baby and my fave EVER. So I stood there, Patty in hand, shaking her in front of Sam's face. He was pretty excited, so I decided it was time: I ripped the tag (obvi still with the plastic cover) off. I actually hesitated. Like it was going to be worth something "some day" Seriously? I contemplated, for a split second, about risking my son's life for the dollar worth of Patty the Platypus. Is something wrong with me? I tried to get him to sleep with her instead of the cow, but it didn't work out. Now she's his daytime playmate. Dammit.
Did you know: Elephants are the only mammals that can't jump?
Sam's second favorite Beanie Baby, and my first:
Patty the Platypus
She's seriously like 15 years old
It breaks my heart to see how much he misses his dad. For a few days, he'd look around whenever we were obvi searching for Jarod. The only thing that's made him happy are the few minutes Jarod talks to him over the phone. Sam is currently sleeping on me while I write this at 1:30 in the morning.
That brings me to a topic that is slightly odd. Sam likes his women big, round, and plump (Sorry, Gianna :) ) While Sam will obvi let me hold him and snuggle because I'm his mom, he is extremely uncomfortable on my skin and bone frame. I honestly feel bad that I haven't kept on my baby fat weight. The poor kid can't get comfy. The second he sees a woman that is slightly bigger or has the pleasure of having ample breasts, he lunges for them and snugs up close.
We sat next to a woman on the plane back to Ohio who was slightly bigger. Sam couldn't get enough of her. He kept putting on his charm with his flirty smile and giggles. Then he started rubbing her fatty arms trying to get her to hold him. He's such a weirdo and obviously doesn't understand boundaries. Coming from a kid who has had a sudden fear of strangers, he surely can't resist the women with some junk in the trunk.
Sam enjoys the comfort of a pillowtop mattress and can't get comfortable without a soft pillow. Maybe that's how he wants his woman too. He's such a little diva... guess I should pack on the pounds.
There is one thing he doesn't complain about, apparently, pain. Sam has his first aliment...the double ear infection. The kid hasn't complained at all, really. He has no fever, he eats like mad, and he stop his nervous tick of pulling on his ears 3 weeks ago! For a second, I felt like a horrible mother, as she told me that it looked "really bad" and I had no idea this was going on.We were going in to check about his super yucky cough! Really, Sam? No heads up? He's always so happy and hasn't complained one bit. We were on a plane for goodness sake! He hardly cried, only when he was hungry, so instead of being mad at myself, I decided I'd be mad at him.
Here's another weird thing about Sam, while we're on the topic. He loves Beanie Babies. We have tons in storage at my parent's house. Like every other family in the 90's, we jumped on the Beanie Baby band wagon. We had the cases, the tag covers, and I was in the Official Beanie Baby Club. When I was pregnant, my family joked about how all the crazy crap in the house we had would go to the grandkids.... aka unborn Sam. I said something about how I didn't want the Beanie Babies. My mom said, under her breath, that she was going to give them to her grandbabies. Well crap, turns out, Sam loves them. His cow that he can't sleep without? Beanie Baby.
Sleeping with his cow
He chews on him like crazy when he sleeps and likes to twirl his tail around. It's actually pretty adorable, but only because Sam is cute. Deep down, there is a part of me that despises the fact that Sam is attached to something, but at least it's only when he sleeps. He wants nothing to do with him during the day. The problem is, he's starting to smell. I'm not sure if you can wash these little fake animals or not but something needs to be done. I decided I'd try to get him to like something else. Patty was my first Beanie Baby and my fave EVER. So I stood there, Patty in hand, shaking her in front of Sam's face. He was pretty excited, so I decided it was time: I ripped the tag (obvi still with the plastic cover) off. I actually hesitated. Like it was going to be worth something "some day" Seriously? I contemplated, for a split second, about risking my son's life for the dollar worth of Patty the Platypus. Is something wrong with me? I tried to get him to sleep with her instead of the cow, but it didn't work out. Now she's his daytime playmate. Dammit.
Did you know: Elephants are the only mammals that can't jump?
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Spring Break, It's gonna be a crazy week!
Here's a shout out to my BFF Britt and Dad Beck on their marathon in Napa Valley today!!
We finally made it to Texas and I'm FINALLY getting a break from the chaos of school! Actually, I just threw myself into a different type of craziness such is Jarod Palmer's life (last night, I took Christmas decorations down), but that's OK with me. We had a semi-relaxing trip to Texas... Sammy semi-behaved himself.
We were the first to board, so we got to watch everyone else get on the plane, and I see tons of guys in suits. One of them sits next to me, and I ask "Are you all going to a convention or something?" Of course they aren't. haha. Turns out, they were the Syracuse Crunch, the team that Jarod was going to be playing that Friday. Lucky us. The trip turned out to be super awk.
Not only did Sammy continually rub the poor man's leg with his foot, he was watching a movie on his iPad, and Sam wanted to watch too. He spent two hours leaned over trying to watch the movie with him (successfully) and tried to talk to him. Of course the jerk continued to ignore the poor 5 month old. What does Sam do? Get louder...and louder...and louder. He got so upset, he started to cry. The only toy I brought on the plane was his butterfly, so I kept flapping it around, and Sam loved it, until it was his turn. The poor butterfly went for quite a ride. Sam sure did let him fly...right into the guy next to us. That's what he gets for ignoring my baby!
Along this trip, Sam of course takes the opportunity to take biggest dump of his life. Not one of the quiet ones either, he had a bit of a struggle and let everyone know what he was doing. And of course he waited until 25 minutes til landing, meaning, we couldn't get out of our seats. I honestly don't even know where you can change a baby on a plane. Is that possible? He thankfully made it OK, and he was soo excited to see his Dad.
I'm so happy be here and I've decided this is quite a nice family I have. Sam is a pretty good baby, although he has his kinks. Jarod is the best ever. Only he could understand when I say "I'm going to drink this glass of wine and pass out. You have to put Sam to sleep" and just say "Wow, that's a big cup...but you deserve it."
It's been a sweet trip so far, Sam lights up every time he sees his dad. I take this as a good sign. Only a few more years until Jarod starts embarrassing Sam on the reg!
Did you know? The name "marathon" comes from the Greek city Marathon where war messenger ran (without stopping) 26.2 miles to deliver a message saying the Persians had been defeated... then collapsed and died.
We finally made it to Texas and I'm FINALLY getting a break from the chaos of school! Actually, I just threw myself into a different type of craziness such is Jarod Palmer's life (last night, I took Christmas decorations down), but that's OK with me. We had a semi-relaxing trip to Texas... Sammy semi-behaved himself.
We were the first to board, so we got to watch everyone else get on the plane, and I see tons of guys in suits. One of them sits next to me, and I ask "Are you all going to a convention or something?" Of course they aren't. haha. Turns out, they were the Syracuse Crunch, the team that Jarod was going to be playing that Friday. Lucky us. The trip turned out to be super awk.
Not only did Sammy continually rub the poor man's leg with his foot, he was watching a movie on his iPad, and Sam wanted to watch too. He spent two hours leaned over trying to watch the movie with him (successfully) and tried to talk to him. Of course the jerk continued to ignore the poor 5 month old. What does Sam do? Get louder...and louder...and louder. He got so upset, he started to cry. The only toy I brought on the plane was his butterfly, so I kept flapping it around, and Sam loved it, until it was his turn. The poor butterfly went for quite a ride. Sam sure did let him fly...right into the guy next to us. That's what he gets for ignoring my baby!
Along this trip, Sam of course takes the opportunity to take biggest dump of his life. Not one of the quiet ones either, he had a bit of a struggle and let everyone know what he was doing. And of course he waited until 25 minutes til landing, meaning, we couldn't get out of our seats. I honestly don't even know where you can change a baby on a plane. Is that possible? He thankfully made it OK, and he was soo excited to see his Dad.
I'm so happy be here and I've decided this is quite a nice family I have. Sam is a pretty good baby, although he has his kinks. Jarod is the best ever. Only he could understand when I say "I'm going to drink this glass of wine and pass out. You have to put Sam to sleep" and just say "Wow, that's a big cup...but you deserve it."
It's been a sweet trip so far, Sam lights up every time he sees his dad. I take this as a good sign. Only a few more years until Jarod starts embarrassing Sam on the reg!
Did you know? The name "marathon" comes from the Greek city Marathon where war messenger ran (without stopping) 26.2 miles to deliver a message saying the Persians had been defeated... then collapsed and died.
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