Well, damn.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Heavy Lifting
Among the many moments of parenthood, I've had few of these. A moment where I'm selecting art that speaks to me, hanging it up with my man and standing back and making a decision that does not rely on babies. There-I-Said-It. Every now and then, I like to make a decision that focuses on me, or us, or our home.
And sometimes I can't even make that decision. The man wants it hung, I want it leaning. We shall see who wins since he's the one doing the heavy lifting.
Did I mention I snagged the art here right after we did our taxes. HA!
Monday, April 8, 2013
I Love Lamp (Shade)
Last week, I wrote about my first world problem of not being able to find a lamp shade that would go with my lovely glitter-friendly lamp.
With a trip back to Lowe's to return the smurf lamp and scoring this beauty, this is where we ended up. Now back to solving world hunger...
With a trip back to Lowe's to return the smurf lamp and scoring this beauty, this is where we ended up. Now back to solving world hunger...
P.S. The baby daddy picked it out.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Don't Feed The Toddlers
You passed.
Not that I was testing you, but maybe I was? I'm not sure. But I hoped for the best and prepped for the worse. I prepped for that comment that just takes the parenting knife, stabs you and then turns to the right. I prepped for the moment when I would read "that's not safe" or "that's not funny" or "GREAT parenting #eyeroll."
Now that we have reached the ripe old age of 19.5 months, I am beating myself up trying to get this little gal to laugh.
She can't...she won't...it's not going to happen...OH, I think i see a smirk...and there goes the tantrum on the floor.
In the car, in the bathroom, in the grocery store, on the way to school, on the way home for school, when her glass isn't full enough, when we can't understand each other, as she's putting on her shoes, as I'm changing her diaper, after she closes herself off from the room I'm in; the list goes on.
My little bundle of pure joy, excitement and discovery has transformed into a girl who has the words on the tip of her tongue and can't seem to make up her mind.
She's a toddler. I'm aware.
But every now and then, among the cries, tantrums and confusion, we meet in the most glorious moment. A moment made for movies. It's a pretty rad time when I can play with her without getting hit or smacked or accidentally knocked in the mouth by her head-of-steel.
This is that brief moment. After working from home, the empty hamper that I used for my make-shift desk was sitting in the very spot I left it in the living room. She goes up and gives it a tap. I can see her curiosity growing. She's never seen the hamper from this angle. I lift it and she crawls under. I'm suddenly transported back to jumping from couch to couch with my brother to avoid the lava and running inside the cardboard homes my dad would sparingly bring home from work displays. IT WAS GLORIOUS. Imagination land here we come. Population you and me, bay-beh.
It could have gone the other way. You could have not understood my humor, not wanted to, assumed the worse - but you didn't. Yes, even I'm weary of what I post on the Internet sometimes. Thanks for proving my judgement-expecting self wrong.
P.S. There's plenty more where that came from. See outtakes below.
P.S.S. I snagged this "hamper" from here.
Not that I was testing you, but maybe I was? I'm not sure. But I hoped for the best and prepped for the worse. I prepped for that comment that just takes the parenting knife, stabs you and then turns to the right. I prepped for the moment when I would read "that's not safe" or "that's not funny" or "GREAT parenting #eyeroll."
Now that we have reached the ripe old age of 19.5 months, I am beating myself up trying to get this little gal to laugh.
She can't...she won't...it's not going to happen...OH, I think i see a smirk...and there goes the tantrum on the floor.
In the car, in the bathroom, in the grocery store, on the way to school, on the way home for school, when her glass isn't full enough, when we can't understand each other, as she's putting on her shoes, as I'm changing her diaper, after she closes herself off from the room I'm in; the list goes on.
My little bundle of pure joy, excitement and discovery has transformed into a girl who has the words on the tip of her tongue and can't seem to make up her mind.
She's a toddler. I'm aware.
But every now and then, among the cries, tantrums and confusion, we meet in the most glorious moment. A moment made for movies. It's a pretty rad time when I can play with her without getting hit or smacked or accidentally knocked in the mouth by her head-of-steel.
This is that brief moment. After working from home, the empty hamper that I used for my make-shift desk was sitting in the very spot I left it in the living room. She goes up and gives it a tap. I can see her curiosity growing. She's never seen the hamper from this angle. I lift it and she crawls under. I'm suddenly transported back to jumping from couch to couch with my brother to avoid the lava and running inside the cardboard homes my dad would sparingly bring home from work displays. IT WAS GLORIOUS. Imagination land here we come. Population you and me, bay-beh.
It could have gone the other way. You could have not understood my humor, not wanted to, assumed the worse - but you didn't. Yes, even I'm weary of what I post on the Internet sometimes. Thanks for proving my judgement-expecting self wrong.
P.S. There's plenty more where that came from. See outtakes below.
P.S.S. I snagged this "hamper" from here.
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