Life is Not Bubble Wrapped
It's all about grass stains and flutterbyes
Gripes
I can’t get enough to eat. I would think that a 2 egg omelet stuffed with ham and cheese would last until lunch time. Nope. I barely made it to the kitchen. Glad there was still a box of cereal on the counter, I shoved a couple of handfuls in, and then poured myself a bowl. Somehow, I don’t think that will even be enough.
Keeley is acting like a shadow, or a duckling. I just want to use the bathroom in peace! Also, she does NOT understand quiet. So sick of her waking up the baby for no reason. Especially since I’m still feeding baby every time she’s up. Makes for a huge oversupply when she sleeps through the night. Yikes.
Brennan rolling means I’m going to have to start policing all the tiny stuff– sending it upstairs and hoping it stays there. Sigh.
Matt is gone for 2 days. Need I say more?
Rollin’ aka she goes both ways
Well on Monday, she rolled back to belly, and on Tuesday, belly to back (in a 3 roll series). SO proud of herself! I love the way her face lights up when she rolls over. She’d been trying all weekend to get it done. We just let her go! She hasn’t done a lot of tummy time, so she doesn’t last on her belly long, and gets mad when I roll her back over (but she smushes her face into the playmat, and that just won’t do)! Also the fact that she’s eating every 1.5 hours means her belly is never empty enough not to spew a little bit. Silly girl!
Right after 1st roll, which everyone missed. Got 2nd one on video for everyone!
Let’s face it, your kid could be one of the 10%. What would you say?
http://momastery.com/blog/2012/01/22/a-mountain-im-willing-to-die-on-2/
read that. seriously. do.
Seriously? Matt and I have already talked about this. Before Keeley was born. Before Brennan was born. We will cover it again if we have another child. Just like schooling, diapering, and everything else. Love, and who you love, is a part of life.
I have gay family members and friends (on facebook now) that are. If you’ve been reading me long enough, you’ll know there’s a few things I can’t tolerate. Hating people for who God made them is pretty much at the top of the list. I didn’t go down a list one day and say, hey, I’ll be straight, not gay, because that would be hard, ya’ll and I’m not cut out for the persecution. Wait, you didn’t pick to be straight (gay) either? You just… KNEW? Hmm. Interesting.
Jesus loves me. Jesus loves you. Jesus loved Lazarus and Mary Magdalene and Osama Bin Laden and he even loves Barack Obama and Newt Gingrich and Mitt Romney and all the other politicians on this planet. He loves Ellen and Clinton Kelly all the other crazy hollywood people that are outwardly gay, and even those hiding in the closet. Because Jesus loves us all. Closet, no closet, door half open or shut…. and if you are a Christian and doubt that, please go see your preacher, right away… and if you’re not a Christian and you’re reading this, then welcome, because.. I don’t discriminate against you, either. 
Cure for the pizza blues
Sausage casserole
I rarely get tired of pizza. It’s easy to change up and add different things to, in order to have it taste a little different. You can make your own, or buy any variety of frozen or take out that all taste different. Our daughter, though, has had a LOT of pizza in her life. It’s easy… and we generally don’t do nuggets, so it’s kind of a default when we’re all just too tired to do anything else. When I’m wanting that flavor, but going for a different vibe, we make sausage casserole. Don’t get me wrong, it’s more like a deep dish pizza than anything. 2 lbs of sausage, tomatoes (hey, that’s healthy, right?) onions and garlic, seasonings ala mama mia’s pizzaria, and (usually) topped with quartered biscuits and mozzarella. We were out of biscuits but had crescent rolls this time, so I just spread them all out. That’s a cast iron skillet, but anything oven safe will do. I used to have to cook the meat, drain it, and transfer it to a casserole dish to bake. With my iron skillet all I have to do is keep cooking. I kind of like that!
OOPS
My poor truck
Yeah, I did that. It iced here, apparently. Matt went out one direction, and it was fine. He drove 55-60 with no issues. I called and told him it was slick, etc. etc. and he said, just drive slower than I did. So I drove slower than that. Bump in the road + ice =fishtail and a roll. (I was NOT on the phone while driving). If anyone says that it doesn’t matter how you treat icy roads and that every district does the same, here’s proof that they’re wrong.
Keeley was with me. We’re both fine as far as we can tell. Not so much the truck. This was our trade in. Was going to be, I should say. We’re not sure what will happen. Tow truck driver seemed doubtful it would be fixed because of how it was crushed.
I don’t ‘love’ many things. I love people. But this? This was my truck. Yes I am speaking of it in the past tense, as if it had feelings, and is perhaps dead. It has crossed my mind that it knew it was being replaced and went on a suicide mission. What, you’ve never had a car act up if you talked about replacing it? It did its job though. Did it well.
So did Keeley’s car seat. You know, the one that was supposed to be Brennan’s.But she was held in tight, sideways. Until I smartened up and took her out of it and held her, standing on my window.
We do have insurance, and it’s automatically deducted every month, paid in full, and has been for years. Guess we finally have to cash in on that investment so to speak.
Not one of my better days. I had a little bit of blood on the back of one of my hands, like maybe I got a bit of glass on it. Also felt like I was spitting glass until I swished my mouth out and brushed my teeth. Can’t seem to find anything wrong now except a little achy. That could change. Who knows? But for now? We’re okay.
I love a great deal… roar
B’s room is like a jungle. Themed. Found this little guy on Kohl’s website for $2.50 (he was paired with a Christmas book and they were clearancing out all their Christmas stuff). The books were sold out, but there he was. Including tax and shipping, under $5… and this poor kid only has one other stuffed animal, which WE bought her for Christmas. K ended up with about 30.
roar
Excuse the mess on the counter. They have several book/animal pairs there with Eric Carle books. I sent 3 Eric Carle books (no animals) to some old friends of ours who just had their first baby. They asked for books. I checked online and compared the # of pages of the books and they were similar, but the price was about 1/2 to 1/3 of a ‘regular’ book. I have no idea why, but $5 for a 22 page board book doesn’t seem so bad to me… and if it’s anything as awesome as mr. lion is? They’ll have some huge smiles on their faces!
Went back to look and he is all gone, but you might keep an eye out, never know when you might snag a few of these for the gift shelf!
Which proves once again that I am a 12 year old boy (in disguise)
Read this out loud: House Speaker John Boehner’s office.
I don’t care that it’s BAY-ner.
I see boner. Every time. And giggle. Go ahead, read it how I read it and try not to laugh. I dare you.
Forgive me Jesus, but you DID supply me with a sense of humor. Crass as it is.
Wordless Wednesday: Playing in the snow
Snow much fun
This is my kid, jumping over the slushy stream of water in the front yard. Of course. We’ve had 2 of these snows and that’s it. It has been a lot warmer this winter and I am UN-believably happy about that! It gets to my head (pressure and change of weather) a lot, but at least the heat doesn’t run continuously on those warm days!
Strange dreams, stinky diapers, and leaving on a jet plane
Dude, cabbage patch and other dolls should not ‘come to life’ and con your 3 year old into things. Creepy!!!!
Ham and beans are yummy. Babies who nurse after mommy eats ham and beans? Are stinky!
Matt is going to Vegas next week. At least it’s only for 2 full days, but jeez. Vegas. I asked him if he was going to go pull a slot machine for fun. He said he might.
It’s on my bucket list. I made one before there was such a thing.
Then again, I’d be happy pulling one on a local riverboat, so.. you know. We’ll see.
A bad night, and strange dreams…
Last night was a bad night. We didn’t go to bed until late. I snoozed until Matt came to bed at around 11:30, so maybe 1/2 hour. Then Brennan woke up to eat. Matt was asleep, and I hear a thump from overhead. I sent him up to put Keeley back in bed. I have this panicky thing going on because Brennan still hasn’t rolled yet. So I want to make sure that she’s asleep before I go back to sleep. About an hour later, she still wasn’t asleep, so I got her back up and fed her again. She finally went to sleep around 1:00 am. Then she got up again around 6. Keeley was up right after that. At least no one was vomiting, but it still wasn’t fun.
The other night I had this really odd dream. I’ll try and piece it together for you. Seriously, you should be inside my head sometime when I’m dreaming. It’s so weird, and half the time I lose the detail before I wake up. I told it to Matt, though, so maybe I can figure it out. First I must tell you that I dream about peeing way too much. Mostly I’m trying to find a place to pee, but everyone is watching or it’s a men’s locker room or something. I wake up and really have to go, of course. This is not one of those dreams. You’re welcome. Second of all, I must say that I dream in color. Technicolor sometimes. There’s usually a lot of detail, and a lot of times I feel like I am still ‘there’ when I wake up. Also most settings that I end up in are either ‘where we live/d’ or ‘my parents’ place’ or variations on that theme. Places I feel comfortable I guess. Which is probably why my dreams are so weird. Because I feel safe. Okay, brace yourself for the convolutedness that is my dreamland (convolutedness is too a word, spell check).
This one involved my husband (who was and was not my IRL husband, throughout) who died at the beginning of the dream. I was trying to talk to his family (not his real family) about him because we were newlyweds and I wanted something to tell our baby. Even though they tried to console me, they were completely lost in their own grief and didn’t seem to care that I was hurting, too. I dreamed I left (random place) and went outside and just threw myself on the ground to sleep. (Lay, laid, lain? I give up.)–I wake up and my husband is not dead. It was a dream. Then we were somewhere? and I tried to shower but was having trouble taking a shower. I was talking to my husband (his this time) and he was trying to help me. There was a dog in front of the shower, which all the sudden was outside. The dog was drinking water that was leaking, but there were down power lines and the dog was getting shocked taking in a huge stream of water and simultaneously shooting sparks out its, umm, arse. Like a cross between a firework and a torch (Matt asked, so that’s how I’ll explain it). My husband said he’d come help me and was driving a 4wheeler? around behind me where there were not any wires. Obviously, I could not get out on my own. Then, somehow he died again. His family (again not his real family), told me that it was something to do with the vehicle he was driving. Then I was mourning again.
There may have been a change at this point, but I can’t remember. All I remember is the baby crying, then. IRL. My husband was snoring right beside me, alive and well.
So, yeah. There you go.
