Still Packing

I've been packing our suitcases for the past...well, actually packing for a couple of hours. Thinking about packing? A couple of weeks. I told Steven yesterday that I was not going to pack for him. No sir. Absolutely not. I have enough to do without worrying about what he might want while we're gone. I'm not his mother. Did I mention that he got mad at me the other day because I refused to help him pick out underwear to buy? Normally I would be all over it, helping him with the decision and whatnot but I've decided to step back and make him take over some things. I mean, seriously... his underwear? Don't you think that I have enough on my plate? And really, it's not about me having (or wanting) all the control, it's more about each of us taking on equal responsibilities. I refuse to let myself get burnt out doing everything and not doing anything for myself.


Oh yeah, I'm packing because we're headed out to visit Helen, Steven's mom. Because I don't really want to divulge to potential stalkers strangers where we're going I won't tell you but really, anyone reading this probably knows anyway. Alright then, we're flying out tomorrow and I'm really nervous because 1. we're flying with a baby 2. this baby is sick 3. the flight is sold out. ARGH! He woke up the other day with a little snot and coughing and this morning he's all raspy like a pack-a-day smoker. Blech. I even called the health line to try & get an after hours appointment with my doctor's network but they never called me back. CRAP. Hopefully they'll let us board the flight because apparently they can turn us away if he's too sick. Oh, perhaps I should be hoping & praying that he wakes up healthy. Yeh, that's what I meant.

So to sum up... pray that he wakes up healthy. Pray that both Steven & I wake up healthy. (and stay healthy). Pray that we have a safe flight & journey. Pray that my mom is safe while she watches our house and puppy. Pray that the weather is nice. Pray that I win the lottery so I don't have to return to work. Pray that we get world peace. Pray for the children because really, it's all about the children isn't it? And should you take offense to the mention of religion, simply take the word "pray", shove it up your butt, and replace it with "hope". I mean, I don't want to offend anyone.

Spring Has Sprung

I'm kind of excited that Winter might finally be over. I'm sick & tired of bundling up and it takes that much longer to get out of the house. On the other hand, it makes me sad that Winter is almost over because then it's that much closer to returning to work. Le sigh. But bills must be paid and I resolve to make this into a tolerable situation for all. I promise there will be minimum bitching and complaining. (notice I didn't promise to NOT bitch & complain) I am looking forward to the adult conversation and daily showering/assorted hygiene-related things. I hope my work clothes fit. I'm also looking forward to having noodle soup at lunch. YUM.

Free At Last, Free At Last, Thank God Almighty, I'm Free At Last

Today was Steven' last shift. He is officially on parental leave now. And before you start gushing to me saying "oh, how great" or "that's amazing", just remember I'm a little touchy about this subject. For him to get parental leave means I gave up some of MY time with John. And not that I'm bitter or anything but why is it when people hear that he's taking time with John, it's amazing but when I do it, no-one blinks an eye? Because I have boobs and a v-jay-jay? So not fair.

On a side note, my mom made cabbage rolls for us tonight. They taste so much better than mine. Steven says the secret ingredient is "love". My mom said it was "ketchup".

Thank goodness we're finally making progress with the sippy cup.

Sleepless...

I hate when I can't sleep. All I can think about is how tired I'll be in the morning and count the hours of sleep that I could be getting. Sucks. Thank goodness for the Internet and all its wonders.

There are so many things I could tell you.

I could tell you that Steven woke up mad at me again because apparently someone asked to see my new ring (my beautiful, shiny, new wedding ring) and I whipped up my shirt and showed them my nipple ring. Oh, did I mention that it was in his dream? Yes, HIS DREAM. That man has got to stop holding grudges against "real Lori" for what "dream Lori" has been doing.

I could tell you that after bitching and complaining about how difficult it has been to get John in & out of his car seat (for the last month or so), I just realized today that the shoulder straps could move up one more notch. (BAD, mommy!)

I could also tell you that my mom is coming tomorrow afternoon and I haven't cleaned at all. Not one little bit. I'm such a slob.

I could also tell you that in the middle of the night I woke up to go to the bathroom, shut the bedroom door so I wouldn't wake up Steven, then when I was finished my business I shut the bathroom light off before opening the bathroom door so I wouldn't wake up the baby and then I walked smack into our bedroom door, causing a big thud (because really, have you seen the size of my head?) and the door to swing open, hit the wall and Riley's collar to jangle? (because of course, earlier in the evening I had put Rye's collar on the doorknob because it's much too loud in the middle of the night?) I'm so friggin' sneaky. Too bad it ALL backfired on me & John woke up and cried.

I've been thinking about going to playdates or other baby-relating outings. It's so nerve wracking. Will they like me? Will anyone talk to me? Will they notice that I'm sweating more than the average person? Because I'm still so overweight I sweat alot. I also sweat when I'm nervous. It's horrible. I do have the sinking feeling that I am the odd duck. I mean, I know I'm a fairly nice person and once you get to know me, I'm hilarious. Really, I AM, in a warped kind of way. But I'm also fairly shy and because I have a background in sales I can "talk the talk" but it's pretty superficial unless I feel really comfortable with someone. There are still family members who don't know me well at all. Or the worst scenario is getting stuck talking to the other weird person at the playdate. Maybe that's my lot in life. Sometimes I hate going to all these new things and sometimes I love going to all these new playdates. As much as it stressed me out, I'm going to miss going to playdates when I return to work.

I should probably mention that the above mentioned nipple ring only exists in Steven's dream!

Kiss Me, I'm Irish

Random Pictures

And there he was minding his own business, snoozing away on the floor when John zeroed in on him and mauled him. For the most part, Rye is pretty good, he just lays there and tolerates it. (probably because he's much too lazy to move)

The ears. John always goes for the ears. Steven thinks it's because they move around alot and they are soft.

What a goofy.



He definitely likes his food.

Watching & waiting for dad to come home.

I'm a Moron

These are my pants. Notice the rips. How long have they been there? Well, I have NO idea. I'm not exactly sure how long I've been walking around with these gigantic tears in my ASS. I'm going shopping tomorrow.

The Zoo!

We went to the zoo with Jeanine & Charlie this afternoon and had a ton of fun. He really liked the monkey. I'm not sure which kind but it was totally showing off and swinging around, John sat and watched and smiled. And then he started crying and fussing. And then he fell asleep. It was a good day.

Be Vewy, Vewy, Quiet...

don't you just want to schmunch him up and kiss him all over?

Happy Birthday Grandma