Tuesday, November 28, 2006
I thought we were being so suave, never heating up his baby food. We figured that way he didn't get used to hot food and was okay eating it cold. It backfired. Now he won't eat anything the least bit warm.
The other thing she said was that she was so glad that there was finally another person on this planet who felt the same excitement she felt when Danny Motors, her husband, came home at night. I feel the same way once again. W gets so excited. He screams Da Da and bangs on the window with a smile that can't get any bigger. He feels the same way I do.
Monday, November 27, 2006
The Little Buddy is becoming the Big Buddy. He looked like a little boy today. His legs are long, they are thinning out, he's getting more hair (it's all relative) and his face looks older. He's a hoot to have around and he loves snuggling with me more than ever. In between playing he comes over and puts his head on the couch for me to rub. Too cute. He knows it too.
I don't know what to do about a Christmas tree. If we get one, I am worried he will pull it over. I will definitely have to scale back, not get such a huge one if we get it. But if there's a tree in the den he really won't have any other place to run around unrestrained except in our bedrooms. Just can't decide. Is it really bad to get a table top tree, or a rosemary tree?
Friday, November 24, 2006
He was a TROOPER! and the life of the party. Could really have cared less if we were there or not. He toddled around, let the little dog lick his head, watched the big kids slide down the hill, and pretty much reigned over the entire house.
Around 2 we took him back to the hotel to take a nap-we were all exhausted-he was not having any of it. I don't blame him really. The crib was cheap and the mattress, well, wasn't a mattress and there we were sitting on the bed and he just didn't get why he couldn't play. So he stood up and screamed and cried and screamed some more. We took him out of the crib. He cried. We put him in our bed, he screamed. No nap. Now it was time for our favorite party of the day. Mimo was nervous. She should have been. If he were a pill, she knew it was her fault because she interrupted us in the midst of the screaming and wanted to take him. Thought we were being mean. She lucked out. Once again, he was an angel.
Then we headed back to the last party of the weekend. My cousin's daughter, I guess my second cousin, is a junior in college. She's gorgeous and hip and smart and loves babies. she was our savior. She played with him the whole time, except for the few minutes that her mom and Mimo had him. They taught him to scribble with a marks a lot on a dry erase board, decided he was left handed (which I think he is) and let him draw on his head with the brown marker, which would have been okay if he had brown hair, or any hair at all for that matter. But he doesn't. Then they wiped his head down with a Shout Wipe-that's good- and chalked it up to fun.
Anyway, I felt very mawmaw looking, have been for awhile. I have no hip clothes and still am not as skinny as a I want to be so when my young, hip and smart second cousin told me she liked my shoes (the same ones I almost returned for fear of them looking like I had on my mom's shoes (I bought them for comfort and my mom buys all shoes for comfort)) I was happy. John told me I was pathetic in the way I responded. It was just that I finally had a moment, a moment where I felt that I still had some style.
Finally at 8pm we brought W upstairs for bed. He was out as soon as he hit the cheap mattress but up again screaming when we went back in an hour later. He cried for 30 minutes and finally I did what I said I never, NEVER would do. (Never say never, cuz you always will) I put him in bed with us. He cried for another 45 minutes then finally went to sleep, until 3:30am when he saw us and was ready for fun and games. and that's how our day began. :)
We learned some lessons this holiday but had a great time overall. Papa got to show him off to his brothers and sisters. We got to enjoy 2 parties without having to worry about W but we didn't have to worry that he wasn't with us. and we learned what we always knew, that the Little Buddy sleeps better in his own bed.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
When we got home our agents came over, we signed the contract and it became official. But W was already asleep. First thing in the morning I asked him to do a Contract Dance and he shook and bopped up and down with more joy than you've ever seen. I swear. He was relieved. After 9 months in my belly dealing with the stupid house we bought, to the hurricane evacuation, to the selling of the stupid house into which we never moved, and being dragged from house to house on every Wednesday, some Sundays and various other appointments, he was done. Like M said, "Enough already".
"Just give me a room" I am sure he said. "I already have a room, but a room without clutter, a room without the Walmart evacuation chest of drawers, a room that doesn't have all of mom's stationery piled high enough to reach China and back."
So that's why he put his knees and his behind and his shoulders and his belly and his soul into the Contract Dance. I will never forget it.
Of course, we still have to go through inspections so although we have a contract, it's not truly official but don't tell William, until he learns a new dance, the Moving Day Dance.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
- Were you as shocked as we were that Lorenzo made a surprise appearance?
- Lisa-I know people think she's crazy but how many of you southern women who went to a southern college can actually say they never met a girl who didn't have a timeline? Of course, they were always really desperate but they exist and Lisa isn't the only one.
- The drunk-can't remember her name-I wish Chris would have talked to her more. I would have loved to hear what she had to say about her drunken stupor. I loved her. She was attractive, dressed well, she just drank a few too many and stayed in the hot sun a bit too long. I am sure she regrets her actions (all she did was get a tad bit loopy, okay, a lot loopy but probably is super glad that it got her kicked off so she didn't end up with "The Prince"
- Erica-you gotta luf her.
- Wanna bet he's going pick Sadie?
Monday, November 20, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Paper Source-great source for inexpensive papers, envelopes and card stocks in many colors, hence the name. I am not lining the envelopes-I've decided, while I love lined envelopes most people don't care, especially if it's the man opening the envelope. They just slit the top and never see the lining and that's another 30 minutes to add to my time.
Originally I was going to get them from either Tiny Prints or Basically Cards but I am feeling creative and I want a real picture, not a printed one. Don't get me wrong. It's nothing fancy by any means but it makes me happy.
So get crackin' people. The holidays are upon us and if it takes you as long to make a decision as me-you'll need the time-and that's already if you have your photo!
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Friday, November 17, 2006
It's been super packed lately. It's aggravating, especially when you are carrying around a 22 pound lug. It's my coffee house and why aren't all of these people at work?
She gets in line with C and puts him down because he wants to get down.
He can walk now, I don't really want to be carried everywhere either.
He's playing and playing, happily, then he starts sauntering up to people who are leisurely drinking their morning coffee.
People who usually aren't in too goods of moods and obviously don't want to be bugged by a 22 pound lug
So trying to be the considerate person she is, she picks C up and continues to wait in line. This ticks him off.
He can walk and I wouldn't want to be carried around everywhere either, especially if I am having a good time.
He starts to fuss so she pulls out her makeup bag for him to play with.
If you have a baby you know they don't want a toy, they only want your stuff.
He gladly takes it, opens it, finds her lipstick, opens that and starts to eat it. She pulls it away from him. That ticks him off even more and at this point she's at the front of the line. He starts screaming crying, throwing a tantrum.
Remember, he's a baby, 14 months.
The coffee barista rolls her eyes and asks what she wants as the 2 middle age jackasses behind her..
as they roll their eyes and start talking about how annoying that is. L finally puts C down because she can't hold on to him in this state. He throws himself on the floor and continues with the behavior. she's totally embarrassed and trying to order her coffee but the Barista, who obviously doesn't have kids is making her feel like SHE'S the jackass. L asks if she can give her a minute while she deals with C and the Barista yells, "NEXT!" So she picks up C and tells her she's leaving because it's obviously his nap time.
Any mom knows what she's feeling like right at that moment. Like a total idiot, like people think she can't control her kid, and absolutely mortified. None of which is true and she shouldn't have to feel mortified because her baby is being just that, a baby, a normal 14 month old. And all she was trying to do was to get a cup of coffee and to be as considerate as possible.
So she goes to leave and one MAJ turns to the other MAJ (after L says, it's his nap time)and says, "Isn't that always the excuse for bad behavior".
That's the punchline and that's why I told the story.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
The Little Buddy is growing so quickly. I don't mention my blog much to people unless they ask but I thought it was such a good way for them to hear about their grandson. I am wary of posting too many pictures of him on the blog but atleast they can hear about what he does everyday.
Today, we went to have coffee. We have changed up our time a bit what with his new schedule and all and that's the only thing I don't like about it. the coffee house is PACKED. and he is getting to be such a lug that it's hard to hold him for 10 minutes while we are waiting in line. It's storming today and I have a feeling we will be going stir crazy all cooped up in house. Maybe we'll go outside and splash in the puddles.
But anyway, back to Christmas. Let me help get you in the spirit and tell you about W's favorite toys. If I can help someone become less overwhelmed than me when shopping for toys and save a bit of money... I will.
- I bought this at Walmart the other day because C had it and he loved it. The Leapfrog Interactive Learn and Groove Musical Table. It sings songs, plays music, in English and Spanish. I took French from Pre-K to 12th and majored in it in college so I find it fascinating. I've learned my abc's in Spanish (I knew my numbers from my Electric company watching days)
- Mimo and Papa bought this for his first bday. The Radio Flyer Classic Walker and he loves it. and he likes their Classic Trike too! which Uncle Bob and Aunt Liz gave him. Both of them are great but I do suggest it only for 12 months and up. He can't yet ride the trike but pulls it around the house and loves riding around the block in the walker.
- My friend, Anne, buys the Musical Activity Walker for most baby showers. It is great. W started playing with it once he sat up and still loves it and a 3 year old came over and played with nothing else. It starts out flat and then pops up once they stand. We travel with it too because it folds down and is easy to take on a plane or car. So those are his favorites right now and have been for awhile. I'll keep you posted if something changes but they are well worth the investment.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
New Orleans is still kind of depressing, in certain areas but the Little Buddy took us for an unexpected walk around the block yesterday and through his eyes we saw just how beautiful and unique it is. The flowers were falling over neighborhood fences and the brick sidewalks, as frustrating and stroller-unfriendly as they are, are still unique and provided quite the exciting challenge he was looking for (for which he was looking).
And we were even able to see that the overgrown sidewalks held fascinating treasures like berries, shells and dirt that he could really sink his hands into (tilt your head sideways to see the overgrown sidewalk.)
J and I were at odds over wether he would keep Lisa or the Florida blonde. I was right.
I liked Lisa so much at the beginning and she slowly went down hill. I do believe she was in it for the right reasons, she just came across as a little more desperate than the others. So she had a timeline. I can name atleast 3 girls with whom I went to college who had a "timeline". They came across as desperate, too.
Lorenzo is kind of a buffoon. But I like him.
I don't know the Florida girl well enough to say anything about her except that I think she was the least cute of the 3. Our DVR was acting up so was frozen during her date. Needless to say I was not happy. Not that she wasn't cute but her 80's style dress at the Rose Ceremony wasn't too flattering.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
So now we're back home. I 'm blogging and J is singing to W while putting him to bed and it's the sweetest sound I'ver heard in awhile.
Let's get this straight. I am not "pushing" Emeril's by any means. I very much dislike the person. When I was just a kid, 24, and into the food channel at its beginnings, I would watch Emeril every night in bed. I loved him, thought he was awesome, until that fateful night. I was at Clancy's with 2 friends and so was Emeril. It was empty and it was my birthday and I looooved Emeril. So at the urging of my friends I sent him a glass of Champagne. It was Veuve Cliquot or something. Not cheap, esp. for a 24 year old. He promptly sniffed the glass and snubbed his nose at it. No fyou, thank you, or anything. Not even a glance in our direction. I was done and have been ever since. I still go to his restaurant because I like the atmosphere but when I see people tripping over themselves to shake his hand or hear people talking as if he is this hero or culinary genius, I am none too impressed and never will be. I enjoy food, know a lot about food, worked in the industry but certainly none too impressed by his product so I am not pushing his restaurant except to say that it is kid friendly. And it makes me so happy to know that if he knew someone was promoting his place as that(kid friendly) he would probably become totally naseous. I'll say it again, that makes me happy.
But yesterday! I found a new thing he thought was belly laughing worthy. We laughed for 10 minutes straight ( a long time in his world) and my day was made.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Oh, this just in....to add to the list of kid friendly restaurants my friend, S, told me today that they bring their 7 month old to this restaurant a lot because they are living in the neighborhood while their flooded house is being renovated. She said it was loud, they have highchairs and they don't mind at all. You won't believe it. I was surprised. I really was. Because I have my issues with the place but J and I do like going there. The food is hit or miss but I love the atmosphere and the bar. I feel hip, key word, feel, when we go there. I try to sass up (that's not too possible these days because I don't fit in anything and getting bigger by the day) and I really always do enjoy myself, even when the waiters are snotty. Oh, the restaurant....Emeril's. It's true.
Every time I watch it I am so tense because it really brings you back to highschool. But I get so angry at the tv. Here's what I'm thinking
Tess: I like her but she needs to cut the hair and stop acting so whiny. She's too needy and she says things to Rocky that you would say to a boyfriend, wierd. I wish she and Chase would just hook up.
Chase: Love him even after his philosophical ramblings. He's cute.
Kyndra: EEEEWWWWWW! She's not attractive. She's a bitch and a bit skanky and will basically take any guy that comes along. and what does she find so cool about Cami.
Cami: All Boobs-what was that? Did you see them in the car? Cover up, girl. Every show I am amazed by how much she bugs me. and who invited her to the prom?
Lexi: So pretty but I can't figure her out. At first I thought she may be shy but now I am thinking that she knows she's pretty and knows she is the prettiest of her friends and thinks she deserves more. I don't know.
Breanna: Nothing like L.C. So highschool. She looked like a total idiot trying to get Derek to "finish their talk" while he basically had his tongue down Tess' throat.
Rocky: Is she skinny? Is she fat? Is she just hippy? Wierd body. Cut the hair. She doesn't really have any friends besides Tess so that's why she likes to create drama wherever she goes. It gives her something to do. And cut the baby talk with Alex.
Cameron: LOOOSER. How funny was that? when Kyndra ditched him for the Bigger Loser, Tyler?
Kelan: I like him but he needs to grow some balls. Isn't that what Derek told him?
The Band: Is that music? Can't be. Maybe I'm just old. It sounds like noise, really. I sound like my parents. But I like the guys, more power to them. If you're reading this, Congrats on the record deal. But stay in school.
J thought is was queer the way the guys asked the girls to prom.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
oh-and I get it-Cami is supposed to be the unnattractive sidekick, right? but the sidekick's "queen bee" (Kyndra) is not too hot herself. Not to mention, Tyler is such a total loser. But then again, like J said, she's not much of a catch herself.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
J usually puts the Little Buddy to bed every night. But for the past week I've had to do it. It usually makes me quite anxious due to my OCD complex. Once I start something and it kind of becomes a ritual I have to do the same thing over and over. Kooky, I know but it still makes me anxious. I already have to check on him twice at night before I go to bed. and I have to tell someone before I go check on him. Not just tell them but say, "I'm going to check on the Little Buddy" So imagine the anxiety of adding a few new wierd habits to the mix. Not good.
I must admit, though that I was a bit sad when bedtime came because I have been enjoying it.
Papa tried to beg off a little bit too. He didn't want to get in the way of father and son. THat wasn't going to work. As much as he loved having Daddy to play with he still followed Papa wherever he went. To the kitchen, to the garage for wood, to the bathroom, in the bathroom. He's the Little Buddy's Buddy, for life. No getting out of it.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Whew. Mama finally showed up, all smiles and got me out of bed, changed my diaper (it was about time) and wiped my nose for the 100th time. We went into the kitchen and I ate 2 little bite muffins. I have manipulated her into only feeding me blueberry muffins in the morning. You want to know how I did it? One day I just stopped eating the oatmeal. I wasn't going to take it anymore. Just simply gave her the hand. The next morning she showed up with blueberry muffins. Yeah you right!
She's been on the computer a lot lately in the morning after I drink some of my bottle. I think she is blogging, telling the world about our private lives, about our BM's, and our silly antics. Whatever. Mimo came in and took me to their room. I was wondering where Papa was all this time. So I hung out with them and could have cared less where Mama was. Oh-she was making breakfast for everyone, I found out when we went back to the kitchen. They tried to feed me those damn eggs again. Up goes the hand.
While Papa was washing the dishes I played with a new toy. It was more toys than I knew what to do with-all stuffed into one little box. They were clear and slippery and had a zipper at the top. Papa seemed to think it was cute. Every now and again he would say, "Ingersol, what are you doing? Come see me." He's called me this a few times since we've been here-usually when he wants me to come over to him. I thought my name was either William or Winky. I was confused for a bit. But I finally deduced that Ingersol was their old dog. Made me feel real good, let me tell ya. So anyway, Papa and I had a grand old time in the kitchen, just me and him until the trash man came around and he left to take out the trash. The trash man seemed awfully nice. He even came to the door to tell Papa he was here. In New Orleans if you forget to put out your trash, tough sh--!
Oh, here they come, gotta go!
Yay! Brett Anderson. I don't always agree with his reviews but am very proud of his dogging of GQ restaurant critic. You would think after all we have been through in NOLA, if he didn't want to support our biggest industry he would have just refrained from writing.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
- BM's-The Little Buddy, mine but not J's, he would die of mortification
- My OCD complex and Uncle RaRa's
- Reality TV (I've been lax about this one and feel very passionate about it)
"He sleeps too much"
"He's not tired, let him stay up"
"The later he goes to bed, the later he'll sleep"
my point was finally made. He slept until after 7 this morning and that's North Carolina time. The issue at hand yesterday was that his naps were too long and wasn't going to be tired. Bullcrap-the better he sleeps during the day, the better he sleeps at night. I read a post somewhere yesterday that Babywise (see sidebar for link still can't figure out how to incorporate into text) was a book that should never have been written. AAAAAHHHHHHHH! I should have commented and put a back link to my list of books, but didn't want to tick anyone off. But time after time, I have proven it to myself the only book that new moms should read. Now I get it, not every mom is as anal as me and doesn't want to follow a strict schedule or let their baby cry for too long. Fine, but some of their guiding principles I believe are true. But I understand, you are either a proBabywiser or antiBabywiser and for its critics just mentionning the name throws them into a frickin' tailspin. As my experienced Mom friend M (the schedule guru) says, "For the rest of my life you will be defending your schedule to everyone under the sun" So far she's right. But I believe. It's kind of like being a Saints fan. You'll have setbacks but if you believe, it can happen. Maybe it's not like being a Who Dat because for the Saints it ain't going to happen, but you get my point.
I let him stay up last night 15 minutes past his bedtime because Mimo and Papa were not going to let it go. "He's not tired. He's so happy. You're so mean, You're being ridiculous." Those 15 minutes killed me for several reasons:
- Early to bed, early to rise. Not true for a baby. If he stayed up past his bedtime he would wake up early and it was me getting up when the rooster crowed, not them.
- After he goes to bed is our time to hang out, relax and do whatever we want. Usually the cork on the wine is already popped and I am on my way to getting my 2nd glass but I don't truly enjoy it until the Little Buddy goes to bed. Don't get me wrong, I love my baby more than anything in this world. It's just that time after 7:30 is adult time. and I love that too.
- I knew even though he was toddling around like he was having the best time, and he was, that he was tired. You know how I knew it? It was his bedtime and when I finally put him down, he was out like a light. I like knowing when he is going to bed.
I hope I haven't offended anyone and I am not trying to say that I know everything because I don't. But I do know that save for the few setbacks, like daylights savings time or time changes or when he's sick or teething that the Little Buddy has it all figured out and I don't think it's because I know everything or that I'm a super mom. I just believe that his schedule is our saving grace. So look for my book, coming to stores near you. Don't Mess with Mom
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Anyway, in honor of my vacation the Margarita is on stage for the Wine Down. Frozen, top shelf, no salt. Please have one for me at Superior Grill if possible. If you can tell me there is a better one in New Orleans, well, just tell me and I will check it out and get back to you.
For the Bachelor groupies, I couldn't have said it better myself.
It's basically 2 mom's guide to the first year of your baby's life. I like it.
and I also came across a blog that makes me feel like I am in college again-or wish I were in college again. I haven't delved too deep into her posts so I am not sure if she is still in college or just graduated but it doesn't matter. If you are a Southern Mom and want to reminisce about those crazy college days check out Nell's Belles.
He LOVES Mimo and Papa. He toddles around the house talking and messing everything up. My dad said had it been me and my brother he would have been following us around scolding us. I guess that's the good part of being a grandchild. You have free reign over EVERYTHING. And what Mom says (me) is almost always vetoed by Mimo and Papa. After the 3rd day here, I've relaxed and let it roll like water off of a duck's back. (I like that analogy!-pretty clever hunh?) Nothing I can do about it.
I can't take enough photos of W sitting high up in my dad's arms. It makes me kind of teary eyed seeing them together. They are like 2 little kids who can't get enough of each other. They seem to have a mutual understanding that they both share the head of the household position and it works pretty well.
Today I am going to get a pedicure. I cannot wait! It has been eons that I have enjoyed a really good one. Mimo and Papa will take care of the little buddy. He will have probably eaten 55 Nilla Wafers, 10 more bottles, and have a big smile on his face when I get back.