The Little Man will be one-year old next week. I can't believe it, but the baby has crept away to be replaced by a busy, curious, adorable little boy. Cliche, but my, how time really does fly.
With a one-year milestone comes, of course, the inevitable party. For some moms, this is the highlight of parenthood. Not so much for me. I hate, *HATE* planning events. It showcases my lack of organizational skills, and, as a special treat, highlights my utter dirth of planning ability.
Still, this is an important milestone, so party we must have. I won't go into the sordid details, but after two weeks of stress, and 3 days straight of cleaning, the party is over and all is well. The balloons are listing, the streamers drooping, but I'm still standing, as are most of the attendees and the Little Man. Well, he's actually now crashed as a result of not enough sleep combined with way too much cake and company. But, we're reasonably sure he'll be his regular old self in the morning.
More later, but phase one of Happy Birthday Little Man is complete. Whew.
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Clothing Speaks Volumes
Went shopping for clothes last weekend in a boutique I sometimes go to. The way the sizing normally runs, I wear a one-x. However, for some reason the tops weren't fitting quite right so on a whim I tried one sized zero-x. Fit like a charm! I ended up buying a couple of tops in that size and going home with that little glow that only finding a twenty in last winter's coat or that you can wear a smaller size can bring.
Arrived home with a springy step, whistly toon, and got out my new goodies to show the hubbie. And caught a glance of the tag on one of the tops.
OX.
I hate it when my friggin clothes talk back.
Arrived home with a springy step, whistly toon, and got out my new goodies to show the hubbie. And caught a glance of the tag on one of the tops.
OX.
I hate it when my friggin clothes talk back.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
Dissed
As an update to the crabtacular post of yore, I must say that I am finally feeling better. Mr. Me has seen the error of his ways and has been very supportive of my needs for extra rest the past few days. And the Dr. doled out the good drugs, so the cold is finally being beat into submission.
Now, on to the main subject of today's post.
The Little Man and I went to the library the other day to check out the play area and see what books they had available for little guys. As we came upon the play area, the Little Man saw the play tables with puzzles, activities and a train, and the kiddies playing therein, and he started to squirm and squeal in excitement. I put him down at the entrance to the room and he burned up the rug crawling to the nearest table full of kids and toys. The kids at the table were between 2 and 6, and they looked down their little noses at my boy as he pulled his beaming little self up to the table - and they LEFT! They all just left the table en masse and went to some other activity. THE LITTLE BASTARDS DISSED MY BOY!! My poor Little Man's face was crushed, and I felt like my heart would break watching his little smile fade into confusion. I wanted to throw social caution to the winds and make the evil tykes go back! And play with my boy! Who is sweet and wonderful and the funnest person to play with ever! But then, they would have kicked me and mine out of the library, and we can't be having that just yet.
Geez. I knew that I'd be witnessing social failures and successes along the way, but he's not supposed to be branded a pariah at 11 months! Yes, yes, I know it's not fun to play with "babies" when you're a big person of 3 or 4, but they should be making exceptions for my boy!
So, the Little Man was forced to resort to playing with Mommy. Not such a bad end, as long as he's not still falling back to that when he's 30 with social problems.
Now, on to the main subject of today's post.
The Little Man and I went to the library the other day to check out the play area and see what books they had available for little guys. As we came upon the play area, the Little Man saw the play tables with puzzles, activities and a train, and the kiddies playing therein, and he started to squirm and squeal in excitement. I put him down at the entrance to the room and he burned up the rug crawling to the nearest table full of kids and toys. The kids at the table were between 2 and 6, and they looked down their little noses at my boy as he pulled his beaming little self up to the table - and they LEFT! They all just left the table en masse and went to some other activity. THE LITTLE BASTARDS DISSED MY BOY!! My poor Little Man's face was crushed, and I felt like my heart would break watching his little smile fade into confusion. I wanted to throw social caution to the winds and make the evil tykes go back! And play with my boy! Who is sweet and wonderful and the funnest person to play with ever! But then, they would have kicked me and mine out of the library, and we can't be having that just yet.
Geez. I knew that I'd be witnessing social failures and successes along the way, but he's not supposed to be branded a pariah at 11 months! Yes, yes, I know it's not fun to play with "babies" when you're a big person of 3 or 4, but they should be making exceptions for my boy!
So, the Little Man was forced to resort to playing with Mommy. Not such a bad end, as long as he's not still falling back to that when he's 30 with social problems.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
The Worst Part of Being a Mommy . . .
. . . is being a sick Mommy. The Little Man is practicing sharing again in the form of sharing germs. He's sick. I'm sick. Sickness makes him crankier, but no slower. Sickness makes me cranky and virtually grind to a halt. But no! There is no halting! We must go go go! Do do do! Learn learn learn! (yes, he is virtually Seussian) So I drag my crabby, sick self around after him, Momomying.
You'd think that Mr. Me would clue in to this situation and, say, let me go to bed when I get home from work freely and happily. Or, gladly and with some show of concern take the night wakings, or get up with Sonny Jim at the crack of 6:45 when the "Get me out of prison!" wail goes off. You'd think. However, his attitude is more "Sucks to be you" and "Your sickness is not my problem". The guilt trip to pass out alone for 30 minutes after coming home from work last night should have earned enough frequent flyer miles for 5 free tickets.
I realize that Mommy Martyrdom is not attractive. Truly. However, in my mucus-addled state I'm having trouble finding the fine line between being a martyr and simplifying life by not causing and dealing with Spouse Pout.
Stay tuned for more editions. With 50% less whine!
You'd think that Mr. Me would clue in to this situation and, say, let me go to bed when I get home from work freely and happily. Or, gladly and with some show of concern take the night wakings, or get up with Sonny Jim at the crack of 6:45 when the "Get me out of prison!" wail goes off. You'd think. However, his attitude is more "Sucks to be you" and "Your sickness is not my problem". The guilt trip to pass out alone for 30 minutes after coming home from work last night should have earned enough frequent flyer miles for 5 free tickets.
I realize that Mommy Martyrdom is not attractive. Truly. However, in my mucus-addled state I'm having trouble finding the fine line between being a martyr and simplifying life by not causing and dealing with Spouse Pout.
Stay tuned for more editions. With 50% less whine!
Friday, February 04, 2005
Sampler
I am the ultimate product tester's fantasy. I'll try pretty much anything new from a recognizable brand. If I'm in the store and it's New! and Different! I'll pick it up and give it a whirl. All the new candy - inside out, upside down Oreos, taken-apart-and-put-back-together-again-with-chocolate Kit Kats, all flavors of Coke, you name it, I've been there.
Some products have been stunningly sucktacular, like low-carb chocolate of any ilk or purple ketchup from Heinz. Others, ok for the moment - Holiday Spice Pepsi, Chocolate Cookie Kit-Kats. And a rare few have gotten me hooked forever - God bless the product teams that came up with Lysol wipes and Diet Coke with Lime (though curses on the ad agency who did the horrid radio spots to promote it - A Diet Coke with Lime thing? Really, people, Coke paid good money for this, put in a little effort.)
So, knowing my weakness, you will now understand why I feel I scored the coup of the month with a variety pack of all the new Crest toothpaste flavors - for a DOLLAR! I was actually excited about this purchase, even more excited when I saw the same pack for sale at Hen House for $3.50. I've brushed my teeth faithfully with a different flavor each night to test them out. The citrus is downright icky. The Vanilla Mint and Herbal Mint good, but not fantastic. My favorite is the cinnamon - 'cause I'm a sucker for cinnamon - but they could kick the cinnamonyness up a notch or two.
Any other great new products I should be aware of? Lemeknow - I do so hate to be behind in my product sampling.
Some products have been stunningly sucktacular, like low-carb chocolate of any ilk or purple ketchup from Heinz. Others, ok for the moment - Holiday Spice Pepsi, Chocolate Cookie Kit-Kats. And a rare few have gotten me hooked forever - God bless the product teams that came up with Lysol wipes and Diet Coke with Lime (though curses on the ad agency who did the horrid radio spots to promote it - A Diet Coke with Lime thing? Really, people, Coke paid good money for this, put in a little effort.)
So, knowing my weakness, you will now understand why I feel I scored the coup of the month with a variety pack of all the new Crest toothpaste flavors - for a DOLLAR! I was actually excited about this purchase, even more excited when I saw the same pack for sale at Hen House for $3.50. I've brushed my teeth faithfully with a different flavor each night to test them out. The citrus is downright icky. The Vanilla Mint and Herbal Mint good, but not fantastic. My favorite is the cinnamon - 'cause I'm a sucker for cinnamon - but they could kick the cinnamonyness up a notch or two.
Any other great new products I should be aware of? Lemeknow - I do so hate to be behind in my product sampling.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Posessed
The Little Man got a wonderful toy for Christmas from his uncle PD. His name is Tad, a Leapfrog product that has been my salvation since we got him. He lives in the Little Man's crib and sings him to sleep every night, and entertains him in the morning until his lazy parents get up and rescue him from crib prison.
This evening, the bedtime routine went along as normal until we heard strange, strange sounds wafting from the Little Man's crib after lights-out. It was the sound of Tad, except posessed. Lullabys sung by Satan. Mr. Me and I raced to the nursery, ready to wrest the Little Man from the strangling pads of Tad-Gone-Chucky. Fortunately, all was well with the sleeping Little Man, and the exorcism was performed quickly courtesy of three new Duracells.
All I have to say is Hey, Leapfrog! Product testing should include what happens to the product when the batteries run out! Stop creeping us poor consumers out.
This evening, the bedtime routine went along as normal until we heard strange, strange sounds wafting from the Little Man's crib after lights-out. It was the sound of Tad, except posessed. Lullabys sung by Satan. Mr. Me and I raced to the nursery, ready to wrest the Little Man from the strangling pads of Tad-Gone-Chucky. Fortunately, all was well with the sleeping Little Man, and the exorcism was performed quickly courtesy of three new Duracells.
All I have to say is Hey, Leapfrog! Product testing should include what happens to the product when the batteries run out! Stop creeping us poor consumers out.
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