Conversation You Might Have Overheard In My House Today

Our fridge has been smelling a little funky because of some raw chicken that wasn't used in a recipe and it was forgotten for a week few days

Me: Have you ever cleaned a fridge before?

Brent: Yeah at my parents house.

Me: Oh Ok. What did you do when you lived by yourself?

Brent: I cleaned it about every other week, but when James lived with me I had to clean more often because he always spilled random crap.

Me: Oh Ok.

Brent: You know all you have to do is ask me to do something.

Me: Oh Ok. It's just amazing that when you lived by yourself you just.........cleaned.

Brent: Well I did the laundry by myself today.

Me: Oh Ok.

It is amazing the little things in a house a man must think the cleaning fairy does. That fairy is an awfully busy woman with all of the microwave wiping, coffee maker water refilling, sweeping, vacuuming, dusting, watering, and oh so much more. I do have to say he did empty the bathroom trashcan yesterday which was a first in our house. Maybe I should start leaving feminine products in it all of the time. Maybe I should start leaving feminine products on all of the things I want him to clean/throw out. This might me a genius idea! Maybe if every woman everywhere leaves things out that men don't want to see they might just move it and or throw it away! We could start a revolution!

My man really does help a lot around the house. He is usually the laundry man, takes out the trash, cuts the grass when our lawn mower is working, empties the dishwasher, diaper changer, baby feeder, baby re pacier, and so much more. I really can't complain because I am really lucky that someone even wanted to put up with me for the rest of their lives.

Hugs.

This has nothing to do with cleaning. I just had to show the little bit of crazy I live with everyday. No I did not hand her the beer. She literally ripped it out of my hands. No I did not let her drink it because that would be wrong, but I did snap a picture making it look like she was drinking it.

Highs and Lows

Highs

First post baby gym date! I FINALLY hit the gym with my good friend slash workout buddy Heather. I couldn't decide if I was going to keep my membership or not (especially since I hadn't actually set foot in there since I was possibly 3 months pregnant). Basically I was paying 30ish dollars a month for nothing. We have been talking about going for months and it finally happened today. We were possibly 20 a few minutes late and after waiting maybe another 15 minutes to get Mckinley's id card and signing her in to the baby room I hit the treadmill. The best part was the awesome new fitness equipment. The treadmills have their own tv's. You can even listen to music and play games like mahjong! It was so nice to have some grownup time and just talk.

Someone gave me a compliment today that I am looking very good (skinny) and I fit into a pair of pants that didn't fit 2 weeks ago. I know I have been relying on nursing/pumping to lose weight because it has been sucking it out of me, but I am going to have to be much better when I finally stop so I need to get better about what I am eating now. I would probbaly lose faster if I stopped eating hershey kisses everyday.

No school tomorrow because I am going to a conference on autism. Now that I have so many friends mainstreaming into my classroom I would like to learn more about autism. I want to know how I can best prepare and provide for all of my friends in my classroom. I hate missing school, but this will be interesting.

My babies were great today.

Mckinley is officially a roller. It took her a little longer because she is my child and she is stubborn and doesn't care to be on her belly, but she just couldn't quite roll herself over to her back. Well last night she rolled from her belly both ways to the left and to the right. She is getting more and more active and mobile everyday. Every now and then she will get her booty up in the air and move her knees and schooch herself, but she ends up schooching back a little. I hate how fast she is growing and changing, but I am also so darn proud of my big girl.

My boobs are working again and I am not having to supplement with formula.

Lows

Baby girl still has a cold and I am sleeping on the couch with her because I do not feel ok with her being so far away from me. She needs to be propped up pretty high to help keep her from coughing and I don't like putting her in her Boppy in her crib plus she still coughs. I feel much safer with her propped up with me on the other end of the couch.

My house is suffering right now. I have not had the energy nor the time lately to keep it as clean as I have wanted. I am keeping up with the dishes and laundry. My clothes might still be sitting in the basket in the laundry room where they have been for 4 days now, ubt they will eventually be put away when we need the basket again.

Brent didn't get home until after 8 and Baby Girl was already asleep. That is the first time that has happened and it makes me sad for him.





Gratuitous Kinley Shot
We have started working on using a sippy cup with water in it and the princess could of course careless for it. She hates holding her bottles and refuses to do it, but she does pretty good holding the sippy.She doesn't care for water too much, but we will get there.

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Quiet

It's is quiet in my house this morning.

Everyone is still asleep even the pups (I know that is really hard to believe that the fat man is still asleep). This is a very rare occasion so I am celebrating by sipping on some Kringle Crunch, which I am sadly almost out of, and folding some laundry that has been either sitting in a basket or in the dryer for oh......... about a week maybe two. I keep telling myself that is ok because all of the time I should be spending folding I am spending with my girl. So the dishes, sweeping, vacuuming, moping, gardening, scrubbing, laundry can wait a day or two. I don't think when Kinley is 15 she will say "Dang we always had a really clean house". I am hoping she will say  "Dang my mom spent as much time as she possibly could reading books, singing, dancing, coloring, and playing with me."

 Don't worry people I actually do clean from time to time The toilet was scrubbed just last night because you must have a clean potty to spray poopy diapers in. Have I mentioned we finally got a diaper sprayer. Have I mentioned food poo is NOT the same as breast milk poo. Imagine peanut butter smeared on a piece of cotton. Aren't you glad I gave you that mental image this morning. Just a little something to brighten up this dreary Saturday. Your Welcome. And don't worry we still love our cloth diapers. We are just working on this new poo stage. I never thought the phrase "bring on the ploppable poo" would be said in our house. Ha Ha that is silly! Of course I thought that phrase would be said. We are both very immature and laugh when someone says do do and yes we love when someone gives us a good "that's what she said" opening.

Ahhhhh we have a child. Lord I pray she turns out normal. Nah that wouldn't be any fun.

It is a pretty yucky day and I am hoping we can get some good light for our pictures today. All I want is 1 family picture and 1 picture of the kitten an I without my arm in it. Perhaps a picture where baby girl looks precious (easy), My husband looks handsome (already done), and my hair doesn't look like a rats nest (that is tbd). I know we will get some great pictures of my girl because the camera loves her and she kind of has the best gummy smile ever.

But for now I will sit in the dark and contemplate a second cup of coffee enjoying the quiet for a few more minutes.

Hello Friend

After using my AMAZING food steamer the other day I remember another piece of equipment we owned that could potentially make my life easier now and post birth! Friends let me introduce you to my good ole friend Roomba. I can't believe I completely forgot about this little guy! He is working on seeking out dog hair under the couch as we speak. Now he does not get the baseboards or behind stuff like I like, but just to have the main parts of the room clean really helps. I think I am going to buy the little docking station that goes along with him to make my life even easier. If he could recharge himself without me having to find him under the couch and make sure he gets plugged back in will make our relationship even better.

They Try

Husbands that is. My dear sweet husband really tries to help me out and make my life easier, but sometimes you have to wonder what goes through their minds.

Take the dishes for example. Last night I cooked some delicious homemade individual pizzas for Brent and I. His was loaded pepperoni and mine had feta, cherry tomatoes and fresh spinach. I have been "trying" and not really succeeding to keep the house really clean before Baby Love gets here and I am of course a tad emotional and irratable so small things non pregnant don't ever even phase me, but for some reason this made me crazy. Brent called from the other room and asked if the dishes were clean or dirty. I callled back I wasn't sure, I knew they were dirty, but I just wanted to see if he would actually take the time to open up the dishwasher and check. Now to this day I am not sure if he just assumed they were clean then he should have assumed that he should have unloaded them to be able to load dirty dishes or he opened it to see and wasn't sure if I would be annoyed if he stuck a dirty dish in with some clean dishes mind you I never wash a non full load of dishes so I am not sure how he could assume this non full load of dishes were clean. Like I mentioned before normally this never would have phased me and I would have stuck the dishes in and moved on, but I was ANNOYED! So I went ahead and stuck the dishes in and since I wasn't feeling well moved on and layed my behind on the couch. Now to fnish this pointless story on how much the dishes have annoyed me. When I woke up this morning after my adorable hubby had left to play golf with my dad I stumbled into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee on my awesome new Keurig and noticed yet another pile of dishes in the sink. I guess he thought the pizza stone (that would have been nice if he had cleaned that last night since I cooked a delicious dinner) was still in the sink I guess he just assumed that the dishwasher was full, clean, or in some other state that he could not place his dishes in also.

This is not our sink

The funniest part about all of this is I really can't be mad at him because my dear husband truly understands how OCD I am about loading the dishwasher. I have to group all of the correct utensils together in the little basket, everything has a certain place it must go, and I hate when a load is washed when it is not jam packed full. I can only imagine the fear and panic in my husbands eyes when he called from the other room to see if the dishes were dirty/clean because it really is difficult to tell because I pre-pre rinse everything.

Nor is this our dishwasher

So can I really be mad at him or fault him for my slight pregnancy rage when putting his dirty dishes in the dishwaser for the second time. And maybe I am too nice but the poor boy had just finished cutting the front and backyard (we are going to have to discuss what constitutes a properly tended yard at a later date) so can I really fault him. Plus I spent the morning getting my poor swollen pregnant body massaged thanks to the awesome Mother's Day gft from my hubby and MIL.

Next time I won't already be pre-ragey (I know that is not a word, but I am pregnnat and can typr whatever made up words I want) from deling with Verizon and cell phones all night. I am still amazed by my self control I have been able to keep this entire pregnancy. Yes I may be a bit moody, but I think I am allowed because as of now I feel like Shi%. It really isn't that bad, but I never thought swollen achy fingers and ankles could cause so much misery. Besides that I am feeling great and really can't complain.

Cankles

Oh and by the way my Bump page gave me this tidbit of info. this morning

I think the most important point is that we could have 30 days, it could be less then 30 days, or it could be more then 30 days. That is the life of a pregnant woman who does not want to schedule the exact day my child will born becasue she will come when she is ready. So now we are just waiting to see when things start happening.

I guess the moral of this entire post is men need clear cut directions to complete any task the way you want it done. That will make your life and their life easier. From now on instead of letting yourself become mad just tell them exactly what you want them to do and then if they still don't do it right then you can get mad and make them suffer.