8.29.2009

Stupid stupid stupid cat must die... game.


Be warned.  This cat will irritate the crap out of you and it says it's doable, but I think they're lying.  But somebody's gotta beat it, it's driving me crazy and I've only been at it for a bout ten minutes!!!
http://www.members.shaw.ca/gf3/circle-the-cat.html

Got this in an email...Pregnancy and children

Not sure where it came from originally, but it's funny..

Q: Am I more likely to get pregnant if my husband wears boxers or briefs ?
A: You'll have an even better chance if he doesn't wear anything at all

Q: What do you call a pregnancy that begins while using birth control ?
A: A misconception

Q: What is the easiest way to figure out exactly when I got pregnant ?
A: Have sex just once a year

Q: What is a chastity belt ?
A: A labor-saving device

Q: When does a woman's biological clock start ticking ?
A: Right after she looks in the mirror and thinks, "On my God, crow's feet!"

Q: What is the most common pregnancy craving ?
A: For men to be the ones who get pregnant

Q: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex ?
A: Childbirth

Q: Should I have a baby after 35 ?
A. No, 35 children is way too many already

Q: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move ?
A: With any luck, right after he finishes college

Q: How will I know if my vomiting is morning sickness or the flu ?
A: If it's the flu, you'll get better

Q: Does pregnancy affect a woman's memory ?
A: Most of the ladies I asked don't remember

Q: My breasts, rear end & even my feet have grown. Is there anything that gets smaller during pregnancy ?
A: Yes, your bladder

Q: The more pregnant I get, the more often strangers smile at me. Why ?
A: Cause you're fatter then they are,

Q: My wife is 5 months pregnant and so moody that she's borderline irrational.
A: So what's your question ?

Q: What's the difference between a pregnant woman and a Playboy centerfold ?
A. Nothing, if the pregnant woman's husband knows what's good for him

Q: What position should the baby be in during the ninth month of pregnancy ?
A: Head down, pressing firmly on your bladder

Q: What are forceps ?
A: Giant baby tweezers

Q: What's the best way to get a man to give up his seat to a pregnant woman?
A: Brute force

Q: How do I know if my baby has dropped ?
A: He/She will start crying. Be more careful !

Q: How long is the average woman in labor ?
A: Whatever she says, divided by two

Q: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right ?
A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current

Q: When is the best time to get an epidural ?
A: Right after you find out you're pregnant

Q: Is there a reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor ?
A: Not unless the word "alimony" is a concern for you

Q: I'm modest. Once I start to deliver, who will see me in that delicate position ?
A: Authorized hospital personnel only -- doctors, nurses, orderlies, photographers, florists, cleaning crews, journalists, etc.

Q: What does it mean when the baby's head is crowning ?
A: It means you feel as thought not only a crown but the entire throne is trying to make it's way out of you

Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth ?
A: Yes, pregnancy

Q: Does labor cause hemorrhoids ?
A: Labor causes anything you want to blame it for

Q: When should a baby not be circumcised ?
A: When it's a girl.

Q: Where is the best place to store breast milk ?
A: In your breasts

Q: Is there a safe alternative to breast pumps ?
A: Yes, baby lips

Q: What does it mean when a baby is born with teeth ?
A: It means that the baby's mother may want to rethink her plans to nurse

Q: What is the best time to wean the baby from nursing ?
A: When you see teeth marks

Q: What is the grasp reflex ?
A: The reaction of new father's when he sees new mother's breasts.

Q: Can a mother get pregnant while nursing ?
A: Yes, but it's much easier if she removes the baby from her breast and puts him to sleep first.

Q: What happens to disposable diapers after they're thrown away ?
A: They are stored in a silo in the Midwest, in case of global chemical warfare.

Q: Do I have to have a baby shower ?
A: Not if your change the baby's diaper very quickly

Q: What causes baby blues ?
A: Tanned, hard-bodied bimbos

Q: What is colic ?
A: A reminder for new parents to use birth control

Q: What are night terrors ?
A: Frightening episodes in which the new mother dreams she's pregnant again

Q: Nannies aren't cheap are they ?
A: Not usually, but occasionally you'll find a floozy

Q: Will I love my dog less when the baby is born ?
A: No, but your husband will most likely get on your nerves
Q: What are the terrible twos ?
A: Your breasts after baby stops nursing cold turkey
Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to act normal ?
A: Possibly when the kids are in college

8.28.2009

Operation Jessica Get In Shape:

I have had this bike for almost two years now. I think I went for one bike ride back when I got it. Since then it’s been relocated to my shed, then to my parents’ garage since I had moved into a place with very limited storage space and I was pregnant at the time (which was why I couldn’t use it, duh!), and now it’s back home with me (we moved again) and I have now begun a workout plan! My goal is to get in shape again so I feel better about my mommy body. Also, the thirty minutes of quiet time three or four times a week makes me a happier mommy. I love my time with my son and my husband, but after those days when I’m busy busy all day it’s nice to take that little chunk of time to plug in the ipod, and just ride and listen, and sweat it all out! Step one of this project was to go retrieve the bike from my parents’ house, check! Step two was to give up my love love relationship with cookie dough… uhh, let’s move that to step three, since it hasn’t happened yet, did I mention I love love cookie dough, love it, chocolate chip to be exact, hmm…uncheck. So, step three was to get out there, water bottle in hand, ipod up loud (in just one ear, due to the cars whizzing by that could kill me, I’d like to hear them coming, so I can pray real quick before I possibly die), and me taking off, all alone to possibly embarrass myself by hitting a parked car or worse, hitting a rock and falling and skinning my knee, or something horribly humiliating like that. Good thing I’m a grown woman now and it takes far more to embarrass me enough to stop me! Although, luckily, I haven’t fallen yet :) So, I’ve been out twice now! And I-love-it!! It’s awesome to do something that even in the 99.9 degree weather when I can’t see straight there’s so much sweat, and my legs are burning more than they have in eight months (I haven’t done any physical activity at all since my son was born in January), I’m actually enjoying every minute of it, seriously, that's not sarcasm, amazing!!! For once, exercise isn’t torture, It’s completely freeing and I’m loving it! And I can only imagine how it’ll be ten times more enjoyable when I’m not seeing Final Destination type flashes in my head every time a car comes by, or spending the whole trek contemplating which side of the road I should be on to avoid impending doom… On the left side, where I started on day one, I can see the cars coming, this is good… until they decide that, I’m guessing, since they see that I can see them coming they give me no extra space, just keep on their straight (and way too close) path, which causes me to get wobblier and tense up my shoulders so I look like the wicked witch of the west because, sure they see me, and they have a little room, but if I hit a teeny tiny little pebble in the road I could skid out of control, wobble all the way to the ground, and of course there’s no doubt in my mind I’d tip to the right, smack dab into the grill of said approaching car and I’d, you guessed it, die. Aye aye aye. Soo, day two, I chose the right side of the road, where the universal (who knows where they come from) rules of the road say for bikers to ride. I came to the conclusion yesterday that this is indeed better. My theory for this being the rule of the road is because at least if you’re going to die by freak accident car hits biker collision, this way your body will be relaxed because you’ll never see it coming. Works for me, but now I’m thinking, does this rule require me getting those dorky rear view mirrors for my bike, or the ten foot tall flag so everyone in a ten mile radius sees me coming, moving on… Now, I realize, I’ve been riding without a helmet, that’s probably bad. At least if I do go down, I could suffer a less severe concussion if I had a plastic helmet on to break the meeting between my head and the concrete… add that to the list of to-do’s for my biking adventure.
Another thing I thought of while on my route for day one was the bicycle incident I will never forget from when I was about ten or twelve years old. And this was back when I was a pro! My BFF and I were riding side by side down the empty little street in our neighborhood, both fully clad in helmets and, well that’s it, no padding, just helmets as our only safety precaution. Anyhow, side by side, we’re discussing,
“Are we going to your house or my house?”… somehow we miscommunicated and while I thought we were heading two streets up to my house, she thought we were turning NOW for hers and crash, bang boom!!! We went down!!! As it was hilarious and we’re both lying in the road, a little in pain, laughing uncontrollably, cars passing by staring to make sure we’re ok, it hurt, lots! Anyway, this is my most fond memory of the great sport and I think about it each day I head out on my good old bike. It makes me laugh and not be quite a ginormous chicken when I think of crashing!
In conclusion, I love this new form of exercise that I’m planning to do at least three times a week and hopefully I become a little more confident in my skill as a biker and actually lose some extra poundage to boot!  Oh, and in case you're interested, here's a pic of my awesome bike that I love, but mine's cooler, it has a nifty little pink water bottle holder that I had added on specially for muah!


PS. I know it seems obvious, ride on the sidewalk, and wouldn’t have to worry about cars at all, right?! Yes, while very true, there is the multitude of cars parked in driveways right over the sidewalk that I could painfully collide with and then the random spots in the sidewalk that are giant gaping holes with cones or the big tee-pee looking devices over them that alert you to the fact that there’s a hole there, but don’t help me either when I hit them, so I stick to the road, just hopefully not too close!

8.24.2009

My son is almost eight months old;
his smile lights up my world.
He owns my heart and knows my soul
like noone has before.
His father is my other half and Alex is our whole.
At times when I am feeling down and weakened from the day
and sleep weighs heavy on my mind but Alex wants to play
I feel like he is looking through the smoke that covers life
and with his laughter and his smile he takes away my strife.
I never knew I’d love so deep or feel a pride so great
as when I met this child so sweet and knew he was our fate.
God smiled on us when he was made and now I truly know
He has a plan for all of us wrapped in a perfect bow.

... I can't believe I wrote this and that I actually have the guts to post it for all to see, but why not... What can I say, he inspires my creativity!

8.22.2009

Alex's 31.

A few of Alex’s favorite things…..

1. Food, food, food and more food.
2. Pulling on Bella’s dog tags.
3. Bella licking his hands.
4. Bella sharing her toys.
5. Pulling on Bella’s face.
6. Sleeping with his head in the corner of the crib.
7. Sleeping with his butt way up in the air.
8. His monkey mobile hanging above his crib.
9. His sleepy music machine his Grandma got him.
10. Tylenol (for some reason he loves the taste of baby Tylenol.
11. Sleeping in the car.
12. Song called Mercy by Duffy (he loooves it, even though it’s totally a girl song :): )
13. Red Hot Chili Peppers.
14. Spongebob Squarepants.
15. Bouncing!!!
16. Spinning in circles.
17. Rolling over and over and over.
18. Pulling leaves off of trees.
19. Glow-worm.
20. Cell phones.
21. Remote controls.
22. Ice cream (I know).
23. Babbling in the morning (with the sunrise).
24. hanging upside down (no clue why, but he looves that too).
25. Noses.
26. Necklaces.
27. Earrings…. Well anything shiny that he can grab onto.
28. Army crawling in reverse (hasn’t learned forward yet).
29. Sitting surrounded by his toys, he’s already a little possessive.
30. Mommy and
31. Daddy!

8.18.2009

And we can't forget some of our favorite pics of the cutest baby ever!!!




We're baaack..

After a loong break from our still brand new blog, I've decided that I want to start it up again. I stopped because I sent the link to family and I was pretty sure nobody ever looked at it, but now I've found a few others that might, and I've found that if it's entertaining enough, even strangers might like it :) Either way, it's a good place to journal our life and reflect, so I'm doing it for me! ((But it'd be great if I had some followers so I'm not just completely wasting my energy)). Anyhoo.
First order of business, I've got to update on the family!
Alexander Michael (aka. Alex)
~is the most perfect, most wonderfully amazing baby boy any mom (or dad) could ever pray for! We love him terribly and he has brought so much joy to our lives! He is now seven months old. He was born January 9, 2009 after I thought I was going to die from the worst pain I've ever felt in my life, but I came through it and was rewarded with the most absolutely perfect gift from God. He has the most beautiful spirit. He brings joy to anyone he sees. He smiles and laughs (an exasperated giggle) nonstop! He now has his first two teeth, long straight brown hair just exactly like his daddy's, he's sitting straight up like a big boy, thinking about trying to crawl, eating solid foods (mashed up) and holding his own bottle (never thought that day would come)!!! I have so much joy and pride every time I see him do something new and I don't even miss the days of sleeping til noon, or eleven, or ten, or even eight or nine... heck I don't even remember what that is! I wake up at the buttcrack of dawn every day, but the first thing I hear is his 'talking' or giggle and it makes it perfect. He's a big boy, he now weighs 20 lbs (and 7 ounces, Jason tells me that's important too) and is starting to get taller, but he's our chunky little monkey :)
Jason
~is doing well. He's become a wonderful Daddy and Alex absolutely adores him! He's not a complete softy yet, so it's a really good thing we had a boy first since girls are more fragile, but I'm sure he'll melt if we ever do have a little girl. He tries to make Alex the tough boy, but he can't keep up the shell all the time, he loves cuddling and kissing his son. He's a very Proud Papa! In fact, I think it gives Alex a good balance... Alex fusses the least little bit and I hold him and rock him and feed him and carry him all over the house... which I've come to learn is the perfect recipe for a spoiled and cranky baby... Jason lets him sit and play on his own sometimes and knows that if there's work to be done, Alex can survive as long as he's got a full belly, a passy, a dry bum and tons of toys! This means that Alex is learning that he's okay playing on his own sometimes as long as he can see someone nearby that loves him and is watching out for him, he just doesn't need to be held all day. If it weren't for this I'd have a very spoiled baby on my hands who probably still wouldn't know how to roll over because I didn't let him try on his own. I guess this is one of the things they mean by couples completing each other.
For the first four months of Alex's life I was playing the role of the single mom. It was hard, but being a military mommy I knew there was no avoiding it. Luckily we timed it right so that he got to be here for the birth and the first two weeks, but after that, I was on my own. I did have the help of family and a very helpful friend/roommate for that whole time, thank God, otherwise I don't know if I could have done it and still kept my sanity and my job. That's right, after eight weeks of maternity leave (I stretched it as far as I could get it) I was back to working full time, which by the way I also did up until 21 hours before our little one was born. This meant I would be the only one there to wake up with him every two hours all night long, then get him and I both ready before leaving for work at 5am and pick him up from the babysitter's on my way home at 7 at night, working 48 hours a week. But, after coming through it, I feel like a really great mom and stronger for it!
In the weeks before his return home I was told by just about everyone I know (and some I don't) that the hard part was yet to come. That even though I felt like I was approaching the finish line because I would all of a sudden have my hubby there to be my loving spouse and helper that I wouldn't be on double duty anymore. Life would be the ideal american dream.. I wouldn't be the only feeder, carer, snuggler, rocker, diaper changer, and oh yeah, I didn't mention mommy to the big obnoxious (love her anyway) crazy boxer of ours did I?? But, I was expecting that life would suddenly become a piece of cake (mmm)... I would have so much time on my hands to take naps and bubble baths, and lounge with my wonderful son and wonderful husband with no care in the world. These people were right, because what I didn't know was that in the course of a couple living apart for (did I mention) a flippin YEAR, that we would be used to doing everything my own way and his own way. This meant we had to learn to live together again, which isn't as easy as it sounds when you add the new addition into the mix. I've recently discovered a book called Babyproofing Your Marriage... well I haven't read it yet, but I've looked at the website and all of its tips and suggestions for the couples that have been married and used to being together, but how they should prepare for the changes a baby will make. And this website (and I'm assuming the book) doesn't sugar-coat it. Didn't find a section there for those that were spending the year prior to baby's debut apart and how it would be compunded by this, I'm thinking they just don't want to dive into that pool which is ten times deeper and more dangerous... WARNING, You may kill eachother a little quicker over stupid things like 'How does ha possibly have enough socks to occupy the bathroom floor, the kitchen floor, the living room and the other bathroom floor all in one day... But that's just a taste.
NOTE: I am not saying that it's been unbarable, it just hasn't been easy, and I'm starting to think (ha) that maybe we've both been a little stubborn in the past... hmm.
SO, what have we done about this. We've been learning to relearn each others new habits and implement them both to reach a happy medium so that we can be the perfect mommy and daddy for baby Alex all at the same time... And neither of us has the prefix Super in front of our names either, so that's out the window. Though it was difficult at times, infuriating at times, exhausting at times... we have learned to accept eachothers' changes and differences and focus on what's really important; our son and our future together as a family. Who cares about stupid socks and spoons :) I like the motto Don't Sweat the Small Stuff (also a book :), and we have been learning to implement it in our everyday routine. Socks on the bathroom floor, who cares, ice cream spoon on the kitchen counter every morning from the midnight cravings, no biggie, work uniform in the middle of the kithcen floor every friday, because it doesn't make sense to take it upstairs if we're going to just bring it back down on laundry day, whatever:) That's right, I'm learning to be less uptight and it's working for me! ...Helps that he's been trying too. It's amazing the changes in routine and habits that a person can acquire over a years time. But, love changes and I believe that the changes are what helps it to grow bigger and stronger!! I love my life and I have the perfect husband and perfect son for me and I wouldn't trade any of it for the world!!!
Oh, and Bella's (still) Bella (she's the aforementioned obnoxious boxer of the house... that we love tons too!
Until next time, happy reading and happy blogging! This is fun, who knew I had so much to say!!

~Supermom