Hi y’all. Tomorrow morning I’m checking in at labor and delivery to be induced with baby #2. Her name will be Snack (according to my 2 year old son).
I’ll let you know how it goes. Cheers!
Aug 242010
It’s been a couple (or more) weeks since I indulged in one of Mama Kat’s writing prompts. If you haven’t heard of it, here’s the gist… Choose a prompt that inspires you most. Write. Simple, right?
I’m ten days shy of my due date with baby #2. I’m uncomfortable and irritable and–have you ever been 9 months pregnant in Florida in August? Yeah, this is my second time. I’m becoming Shamu, or I’ve been Shamu for a while now. I don’t know. Continue reading »
I recently dipped my toes into the poetry pond when I wrote about my husband’s three smelly, dysfunctional cats. Prior to that I shared a story about the cats, the baby and the cockroach.
Today I’d like to demonstrate how they hair bombed my washing machine. Stupid cats.
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I’m now 11 days out from my due date with baby #2. I figured it was time to do some maintenance on the baby stuff, particularly the crib. Continue reading »
Aug 142010
How in the world am I going to top this next year?
C is for cake boss!
My son is sort of obsessed with Cookie Monster. He makes Cookie Monster sound effects and pretends he’s gobbling up “cookies” just like his favorite muppet. Of course, cookies can be anything round, from coasters to trivets to random scraps of flotsam floating around our house.
Thanks to the inspiration from Shazza911 over at The Evolution of Me, I copycatted her Cookie Monster Cake and it was absolutely brilliant. (See pictures of my awesome cake after the jump) Continue reading »
We go through sippy cups like dirty diapers. My son chomps on the spouts until they’re no longer spill proof or leak proof or whatever claim they make on the package. Part of me thinks, “Hey, he’s turning 2, it’s about time he drank from a big kid cup.” But then I think about my beige microfiber sofa with all the other liquid marks on it and swiftly reality check myself back to the Land of Lids.
Tommee Tippee was looking for mom bloggers to try out some of their wares and I jumped at the chance to test drive their Explora sippy cups. Shortly after corresponding with them a package appeared on my doorstep with two adorable cups inside. I used the cups exclusively for two weeks to see if my toddler could wreck them.
Super cute Explora sippy cups from Tommee Tippee
The Package
If I graded on a points scale Tommee Tippee would totally get bonus points for designing packaging that isn’t adult proof. I didn’t need a chainsaw or box cutters or even catlike finger nails. Love that! Continue reading »
Aug 052010
Well, in this case the picture is worth a 400 word blog post. I was at Jo Ann Fabrics today and had to run directly to the back to change Kiddo’s diaper.
What do you imagine I found when I opened the changing table?
Someone’s falsies.
It was totally intriguing. I wanted to take them, but what the heck would I do with someone else’s boobs? Besides, I’m about to start the milkshake machine any day now so the last thing I need is even bigger boobs. So I took a picture instead.
Aug 022010
I’m fortunate that I am an only child because I didn’t have to fight for my parents’ attention. Or conversely, I never had to worry that my mother would pick favorites. Since we were little, it’s been a running joke between her, my cousin and me that my cousin was her favorite. My cousin was elfin and artistic and introspective while I was sarcastic and mouthy and influenced by cable TV. My mom still tries to keep tabs on my cousin by sending gifts and cash even though she seems to have cut all ties with our branch of the family tree.
I have so many newborn outfits I think I might start dressing the cats in them. aJ GAZMEN ツ GucciBeaR/flickr
Although she would never admit it, she does pick favorites. Continue reading »
Jul 302010
Oh, it was such a toss up this week. I have two favorite spams because they’re just so… unusual. Check it out.
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I can’t wait for the day when I have absolutely no animals in my home. My cats were great companions when I was single, and they’ve since moved on. One is now happy with a new family, the other ran away and presumably got eaten by coyotes.
Now I live with my husband’s three stupid cats. I loathe them. Enjoy my awesome poem.
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Once upon a time I had friends. We had regular weekly outings for pie. We stayed up late in our dorm rooms playing cards. We worked on reality shows or indie films together. We hit the Sunset strip for sweet cover bands and big-as-your-head margaritas. We had bonfires on the beach. It was super fun and perhaps superficial.
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Conversations rarely turned political or religious or any number of other hot button topics. I never would have guessed that the people I loved so much to spend time with would turn out to be so annoying. It’s all because of Facebook. It seems that since dialog (any dialog, let alone intelligent dialog) is pretty much eliminated from the conversation, people feel free to say any stupid thing they want because there are no ramifications. (Even when the discussion goes dozens of comments deep it’s mostly because people just want to hear themselves speak, or type, or whatever you want to call it.) Continue reading »