Mom, You're Amazing!

Heheheh. My mom, Erica, called me today to say she thought I was uploading bad things about her on my blog. She said that was the only reason I got one and never sent it to her. What daughter does that!?! At least not so close to Mother's Day, anyways? :-) I'm just kidding.

Mom, if you're reading this I just wanna say I LOVE YOU!!!

Today, my Mom retired...well, this is actually her second retirement. After, what, 40 years...I think she's been working for as long as I've been around...she finally said goodbye to a part-time post she's had for quite some time. I'm happy for her, but terribly scared, too. What's she gonna do all day? I'm sure she could think of a ton of things to tell me, like Garden, sleep, make cards, sleep, scrapbook, sleep, play with her dogs, sleep some more. Sounds like a good retirement to me!

That photo up top is a picture of my sister, me, and my beautiful Mom. And...I'm certain she'll be filling up her free days with some serious constructive projects. In fact, I betcha she'll be hard to reach in the coming days. I better get on her schedule before it's booked up.

You go Mom! With your bad self!!! :-)

Angry Baby & The Boob Factor

No one told me that babies get angry and they make no bones about letting you know you've just pissed them off. Sienna was not a happy camper after we nursed her, cuddled her, sang to her, spent our whole day with her, changed her...goodness...I thought I did everything you could do for a baby and this chica was still not happy. It's 8:00 and it's bed-time. Besides, I still have work I need to finish up before the evening is caput!

So, I gave her to the BradDad. And for the life of him, he couldn't get her to stop crying. You know how when someone gets upset they bang their fist on the nearest hard object? Well that was Sienna. The BradDad put her in her crib and the minute her butt landed on the mattress, her left leg immediately went into repeated bangs...bang, bang, bang...rapid fire motions. I never saw a baby do tha before. She actually was truly upset with us. She just didn't want to go to bed.

Now, if you stuck a boob in her mouth and let her suck on that for a while, she was all good. But I can't be a walking boob every hour of the day. I'm okay with the better part of the day, but not my every waking hour!

Okay, Sienna, you rule!!! You win! You are the Queen...all those crazy onesies with the quotes on them are true. You've lived up to each one of them, even the one that asks, "Does this make my butt look too big?" :-) I give in. Here's my boob!

And so finally, she fell asleep with my boob in her mouth. I gently pried it out and left her on the bed with the BradDad. Ahhhhh, peace and quiet, and a moment to finish up some very abandoned domestic chores.

I love you, Sienna.

Mom!

Hitting the Big 40

Who was it that said the 40's are like the 30's. Whoever it was, I wanna kiss them and thank them for the encouragement. Now, I'm hoping it is just like that...hey if I can still pass for 30 -something, I'm gonna milk that decade for all it was worth!

Such a Beautiful House, For Such a Bad Time

So much work and beautiful craftsmanship, wasted on a bad market. Does anyone know anyone in the market to purchase or rent out a house. Peep these shots and this website for the real, deal.

Ahhhh, and maybe then we could relax. www.5429woodman.com

I Miss Being Pregnant

There was something about being pregnant that I miss terribly. I can't figure it out. Wasn't it less than two months ago that was I harping, "Oh, I wish this little baby would just come!" and now here I am actually yearning for the pregnancy not to be over.

Strange. I think I enjoyed the sympathetic looks you'd get from other Moms. I liked the doors that were held open for you by men that would otherwise be oblivious to chivalry. I got a kick out of guys checking me out from the back and then I'd turn to a profile position with my humongous belly pointing at them, and they'd freak out. I like all the congrats I'd get from strangers. People just seemed to be nicer and more caring.

Now, when I dodge through a store with my travel system stroller and baby in tow, no one seems to see me, even though that contraption on wheels is pretty in-your-face obvious. When I walk through Target with the car seat brimming the shopping cart, as big as it is, no one seems to see me. It's like they refuse to step out of the way. "Look here, people!...I'm the one with the baby. Move out of our way!" Nehhhh, I may want to scream that, but I refrain from spewing mad-Mommy mantras!

So for now, I'll just remain invisible with my very visible baby. :-)