Saturday, February 28, 2009
Then around 16 months eye teeth started to come in and wreak havoc on his mouth, speech was beginning to develop, and mah baby who was content just walking around the house playing nicely started running around the house and climbing on the furniture testing limits any which way he could. All of a sudden he noticed he had all of these mad skillz and dammit he was going to USE them. I also started participating a lot more in playgroup activities with this local mom's group I joined. The events are usually once a week in the AM. Well at this point Finn is still napping twice a day so I started playing around with his sleep schedule to attend these events. NOT A GOOD IDEA. Ever hear the phrase "let a sleeping dog lie"? It applies to Finn as well.
So back to this mom's group we joined. So yeah, I just HAD to go and join the ONE damn mom's group in all of St.Louis where each and every child (15-24months) is the most well-behaved, laid back, well-mannered, developmentally advanced child I have ever met. You think I am exaggerating (I know I tend to do that). Unfortunately, I am not this time. Their angels all sleep until 7-8AM and take one long afternoon nap and they have been doing this since their first birthdays. Their children say please and thank-you or sign it to you when they can't say it, and sit quietly in there mothers laps during story time and puppet shows. WTF???? I mean come on, there is even one mom who just had her second baby and she effortlessly straps the baby in her sling and her 20-some month old son patiently hovers by her side. Her newborn is always sleeping and I never heard her cry or make a single sound and I have occasionally peaked in on her to make sure she was a human and not some doll she carries around posing as her newborn child. Now as I write this I must say that Finn is STILL a good toddler by anybodies standards. He wakes every morning around 6:30AM (even after pushing back his bedtime from 8 to 7:30). He needs a nap around 10:30 (right in the middle of all of the playgroup activities) and if he doesn't get his sleep he proves to be quite challenging. This includes and is not limited to, running around new places and trying to escape out open doors, protesting when we have to leave (no he doesn't say "Please mama, can we stay?"), and NOT sitting quietly for anything. I look like a harried frantic mess while other moms smile politely at me (yeah, can you imagine???). I am the only one who has had to leave early because god forbid we get out of the pool after 2 hours of playing and have a DAMN SNACK. Sometimes I think I should just quit going to the playgroup all together until his sleep schedule is sorted out but then where would his socialization come in? Not to mention that it is not ALL bad. After all, he has had some less rowdy more peaceful days and he has learned to share toys and food. The thought of trying to find a mom's group where all the children have some sort of behavioral problems came to mind...but,COME ON, I am not THAT self-loathing. Never, NEVER.
I hear these strong-willed children just get more so with age. Damn you, John, this all your fault.
Friday, February 27, 2009
My Political Views
I am a right social libertarian
Right: 5.14, Libertarian: 5.89
These next two were no big shockers given the current military situation we are in and O's most recent speeches:
My Foreign Policy Views
My Culture War Stance
(So the website's stupid images would not download properly and I don't care to spend lots of time trying to fix it, sorry.)
Thursday, February 26, 2009
So the pregnancy. It continues (just a little to quickly).
It seems like yesterday I was starring blankly at this, just a wee embryo at the time:
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Anyway, so I moved to St.Louis because I was broke and I fell in love. I had nothing else here yet I confidently thought I'd make friends easily and find a different kind of identity. Well that didn't happen so quickly and it was really a slap in the face. I found it (and still find it) extremely difficult to make friends to the point where I was told blatantly once by a girl I met a Nordstrom, "I have all the friends I need already..." I was really into fashion and as I later came to found out, St.Louis is the place where fashion trends come to die. Never mind going out at night since I didn't have friends to go out with anyway. I depended a lot on John for my happiness and well, frankly, that sucked. This would later became known as "the dark period".
Flash foward to today. Six years later (holy shit has it really been that long?) and over time I have really grown to appreciate this city. Not only does St.Louis have fantastic restaurants, they are all really affordable. The main reason I have grown quite fond of this city is that it is a wonderful place to have and raise children. First and foremost there is an impressive line-up of free things to do here: The Zoo, The Discovery Room at The Science Center, and Grants Farm just to name a few. There are also plenty of amazingly fun attractions if you are willing to spend just a little money. This includes the newly expanded Magic House, The Transportation Museum, and The City Museum. But probably the best part of living in St.Louis with children is the fact that you can drive from the county to the city in 30 minutes, making it so easy to get anywhere you want to go and not have worry about screaming overly tired children crying from the backseat of the car.
I leave you with a picture of a recent trip to The Magic House of St.Louis (recently rated the #1 family attraction nationwide by Zagat Survey's U.S. Family Travel Guide):
(Finn's masterpiece, upclose and personal)
Sunday, February 22, 2009
1) Developed a coupon orgainzational system complete with expandable file folder and I actually use it.
2) Hung framed pictures on the wall. I have my mother-in-law to thank for this.
3) Started painting the back stairwell.
4) Cleaned out my email inbox.
5) Dusted the baseboards (yeah!!)
6) Organized our digital photos, including adding random photos sent via email and transferred them onto our computer.
7) Did a complete overhaul of Finn's closet, reorganized all of his clothes bins by size to prepare for Number 2.
8) Made a list (of course!) of things I still need for Number 2.
And best of all....
9) Picked out a girl name!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
And now I will leave you with a bit of Crayola Trivia. The U.S. Civil Rights Movement helped initiate this name change in 1962. The color Flesh became known as........
(The answer to the question will not found in Finn's artwork, the picture is merely for the cuteness factor of the post)
Thursday, February 19, 2009
I scanned my other posts and realized it's been three days and I still have not written a single word about him. This does not mean I love candy and basting spoons more than him, rather I just find it easier to put words to my feelings towards those inanimate objects. This child has turned my world upside down with love that makes you want to crawl into the fetal position and rock upon the thought of anything bad happening to him, love that makes your head spin kinda love. With his big round blue eyes, the slightest quiver of his bottom lip, his thousand different ways of saying "uh, oh" melts my heart again and again. I am obsessed with him and I find it hard to associate words to adequately describe the love I feel for him.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I had my "big ultrasound" also know as the gender determination ultrasound where we did not find out the gender. We will have another surprise (!) baby. I admit, I was trying to look this time to see if my untrained eye would notice any specific boy or girl parts, but alas, it did not. It's for the best, of course, because surprises in the delivery room are the best (P.S. I still think I am having another boy). The ultrasound pictures of the baby are great and the tech commented on how photogenic he/she is, which still leaves me as least photogenic in our family. Great. The baby looks healthy and all the measurements look good. I am back to my original due date of July 4th.
P.S. Baby #2, please don't be born on the 4th of July because your daddy wants to name you after Uncle Sam. Thanks. Bye.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
My loving husband bought me this for Valentine's Day:
I was super psyched to receive this basting spoon not only because I really really needed it, but also because it is a reminder to me how well my husband listens to me even when I talk kitchen utensils. Now the best part of V-Day was when I opened my card later that evening. Please refer to picture below:
Yeah, that's two of the same card. One from this year and one from last year. Apparently didn't realize that he bought the same card two years in a row. Right away I thought this was a joke especially since this years card was written in Spanish. Thought he just wrote the same message as last year but in a different language? I am waiting for the same card next year but maybe en francais. I told him it would save us some money if he bought them in bulk. Ahhhh, gotta love him.