A good day

What makes a good day?

Sometimes I'm not so sure.

When i woke up this morning to the realization that I would be spending my Saturday as a single mom, after a very long week, while the husband was off doing his thing wasn't real exciting this morning.

I was whiney.

And not very nice.

Luckily I talked to my mom. She helped us create a much better day than the one I had in store.

We went to my grandmas.

I love my grandmas.

There is just something about hanging out at my grandmas that makes me feel so good. As i was sitting on her porch soaking in some sun I got to thinking about how much I love just being around. Doing nothing in particular...just breathing in the sun and spending time some place you love...someplace you grew up at.

After a few minutes on the porch by myself I felt better. Wasn't grumpy anymore. Was not only okay with the way my day was turning out but was rather happy about it.

And spending the afternoon sitting in my parents living room on one couch with my brother on the other, texting classic movie one liners back and forth is pretty fun too.

2 weeks

Today was the Squirts two week doctors appointment (one day late of course).

The Stats:
weight: 9 lb 10 oz. (90th percentile)
height: 21.5 in. (90th percentile)
head: no idea but it's in the 50th percentile

My little squirt is doing awesome. He's drinking 4 oz. bottles every 3 hours or so and is sleeping great. He is my little zen baby. We are so lucky and so blessed. In fact, he's even sleeping great at night. For example, last night he drank a bottle (in the car in the parking lot at best buy) at 8:30. We got home from some errands, put him to bed and he woke up at 3:00 am. Can you beleive that? Awesome (knock on wood).

He is very alert and happy and content. He laughs in his sleep, and just gazes at people, when of course he's awake. I really did pray almost every day for 39 weeks and 3 days for a calm baby, not a screamer, and got my wish. This little guy is just such a blessing and a joy.

So is the two year old mind you. He's coming around on the big brother thing - that makes me SO HAPPY!

Yesterday was my first day alone as a mother of two. I survived. The boys survived. Minus some panic and chaos at lunchtime and the fact that I'm fighting the same headache I've had since Sunday afternoon, we did awesome. I was so proud of all three of us yesterday. When our dad got home, I did ask for a 15 minute repreave (an opportunity to "rest my eyes") before starting dinner.

I got my 15 minutes.

and an additional 45.

oops!

I had my 2 week check-up today, too. All systems go.

I can drive.

Still cannot lift anything heavier than my baby and cannot vacuum. But it's good.

In fact,

my doctor,

told me (after complimenting his handiwork and my beautiful scar)

that I heal so well

I ought to have a third child.

WHAT?

Um....

no thanks!

I think?

sneaky sneaky

Over the weekend my dingleberry stopped working. I've had a love/hate relationship with my dear almost 2 year old phone, but it's still pretty much my life line.

No home phone.

Just cell phones.

On Saturday, the e-mail stopped updating. That's happened before but is still quite frustrating.

Then my voice mail stopped working. Also okay because too many people leave me messages. Really, too many. Maybe if I answered the phone every now and then it wouldn't be a problem, but too many messages.

Regardless I wasn't getting any.

On Sunday the whole thing seemed to be on it's last leg - the Internet wasn't really working and the phone functionality basically stopped.

Yesterday, I couldn't call out. I could still text, but that was it.

My family had to call Ross on his phone.

I complained, and complained and complained.

Ross told me he would either "take my phone to work" leaving me phoneless for a day to try and figure it out or that we "could go tomorrow" meaning today to the At and t store to get it fixed.

Then it was my birthday party.

He got me a new phone.

An iphone.

Extrememly hipster and cool (also potentially acne, nerdy, and geek after seeing an iphone clad group at the training table for dinner last night who probably shouldn't have such neato phones, if you know what i mean).

I was shocked. And happy - for a new phone (and this one at that).

Now? I fit in with all my friends.

For an extra hundred dollars a month.

If only I new how to use it.

HELP?

today is my birthday

today is the day.

I'm 31.

I have a new baby. I cannot belelive that I now live with three boys. I love them all.

The two of us are home alone, watching that Benjamin Button movie. Well I'm watching. The baby is sleeping.

Husband is gone. The Monkey is gone.

And I'm working.

It's quiet.

I got on a scale yesterday and in the last two weeks I've lost 24 lbs.

That's cool.

Today, I have real ankles.

I'm going to make my own birthday cookies.

and maybe brownies, too.

Or, I might not make anything.

happy birthday to me.

My Boys Friday: The first installment

My sister asked me a week or so ago why I discontinued "toddler friday". To be honest, I don't remember.

Since there are two boys now, and life is crazy - they can share a special Friday post every once in a while and today is the first.

The Monkey has been sick all week - the flu and croup. To say the week's been awful is a huge understatement. Things are looking up though and even though he's a huge whiner still, my boy is cheering up a bit.

He has had no interest in the Squirt, his baby brother, for the entire week. This morning though, after I finished giving said baby a bath and both boys were on my bed, things were actually pleasant for a moment. No whining. No crying.

A little brotherly love - from one boy to the other.







All I can really say about this week? THANK HEAVENS we followed the pediatricians advince and didn't toilet train Elliott BEFORE the baby arrived. With all the regression, on top of illness we've been dealing with this week, the last thing I'd need would be a 2 year old peeing all over my house.

Oh, I love these boys.

It was cute.

I took pictures - just in case it never happens again.