These are a few of my favorite things:
5. Peyton's nap is so easy! We change her diaper, brush her teeth, turn on Rockabye Baby! (Coldplay), turn on the fan, turn off the light, lay down and within 3 minutes she's asleep! (for 2 1/2 to 3 hours)
4. She's so happy when she wakes up from that nap. She'll make some noise so I know she's awake, but doesn't cry. As soon as I open the door I see her sitting at the end of the bed with the biggest "cheese" grin on her face and she waves to me.
3. After the dishes are done. The sink is empty. The counters are clean and I have room to do stuff! Or just enjoy the fact that I had time to clean.
2. Watching Peyton pick up her blocks and put them away. She figured this out on her own. She doesn't build with them, and if we build towers she knocks them down. She'll walk around with one in each hand and bang them together. I just love when she puts them away because she picks up one at a time and puts it gently into a bucket. She then looks around for the perfect one to go next. She'll walk all the way across the room to get a different one if the closer one isn't right. When she gets one she sits down in front of the bucket to put it in. She's so smart. :)
and my #1 favorite thing right now...........
1. My life! I cannot imagine being any happier than I am right now. I have an amazing husband who works 50 hour weeks to pay the bills so that I can stay home and raise our incredible daughter. I have the perfect little family. My immediate family is very close and I can visit them all the time (not that I do since I never have the car, and even when I do I can't seem to make plans BUT it's not impossible haha). If I ever need anything I can call/text/facebook one of my siblings and they will help however they can. (And hopefully they know I would do the same)
So there we are. A few favs :)
Now I gotta go put Pey down for that awesome nap!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Mean People
We've all been mean at some point in our lives. But, for most of us, there comes a time when we get off our high horse and stop saying unnecessary and hurtful things. The internet is viewed a place where it's "ok" to be a jerk. Newsflash: It's never OK to be a jerk. If no one is a jerk, no one else needs to be a jerk.
Nice guys finish last because jerks push them out of the way and call them names.
I admit I haven't done any sort of research into cyberbullying (nor did I watch the ABC Family movie *gag*), but who is raising these people to think this is right? It sounds dumb when people talk about it. Kids commenting on their peers' facebook and myspace stuff telling them to go kill themselves. If someone told me to kill myself I would laugh. But these kids are serious!
I'm not a saint by any means, but I would never be so hurtful to someone. (Ok Kate, I know I was a pretty mean big sister, but you were *and still can be* a jerk too!) I just don't understand the need for snarky comments on things people post. Keep it to yourself, dude! Haven't you people seen Bambi? If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all.
People correcting grammar and spelling on Twitter is absurd. This isn't high brow literature. It's not literature at all! Leave Simon Pegg alone for using the wrong "your/you're!" He has more important things to do than proofread his tweets. You don't have to tweet Rainn Wilson that you're not following him any more because he's not funny or he says something offensive. He's an actor. He's not Dwight Schrute. And he is funny, just don't take everything he says seriously. It's obvious when he's kidding.
I read HelloGiggles (you should too) and people are usually very positive and supportive! But sometimes the jerks comment. I hate jerks. I think negative things about the posts sometimes, but I would never EVER comment something hurtful or rude.
All that "mean people suck" stuff aside, we as a culture or also super sensitive to things. People are so easily offended nowadays it's ridiculous. "Don't hate on my president!" "Don't say morbidly obese kids have bad parents!"
I don't know what else to write on this topic. Why can't everybody just knock of the dumb stuff and be happy? It's not hard...
I remembered what else I was going to say! Why are people so judgmental of how people became famous? Like the Kardashians and Paris Hilton. They are making money. Leave them alone! They are famous because we watch them. We watch them go on vacations, we watch them get married and get jobs and buy houses and get divorced and have babies. It's not their fault they don't have some amazing talents. They are pretty people and we like to look at pretty things.
While I do agree that there are some pretty ridiculous "famous" people *see the entire "cast" of Jersey Shore*, people watch it. So, leave it be. You're not going to change anything by being a jerk. You're just jealous.
Nice guys finish last because jerks push them out of the way and call them names.
I admit I haven't done any sort of research into cyberbullying (nor did I watch the ABC Family movie *gag*), but who is raising these people to think this is right? It sounds dumb when people talk about it. Kids commenting on their peers' facebook and myspace stuff telling them to go kill themselves. If someone told me to kill myself I would laugh. But these kids are serious!
I'm not a saint by any means, but I would never be so hurtful to someone. (Ok Kate, I know I was a pretty mean big sister, but you were *and still can be* a jerk too!) I just don't understand the need for snarky comments on things people post. Keep it to yourself, dude! Haven't you people seen Bambi? If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all.
People correcting grammar and spelling on Twitter is absurd. This isn't high brow literature. It's not literature at all! Leave Simon Pegg alone for using the wrong "your/you're!" He has more important things to do than proofread his tweets. You don't have to tweet Rainn Wilson that you're not following him any more because he's not funny or he says something offensive. He's an actor. He's not Dwight Schrute. And he is funny, just don't take everything he says seriously. It's obvious when he's kidding.
I read HelloGiggles (you should too) and people are usually very positive and supportive! But sometimes the jerks comment. I hate jerks. I think negative things about the posts sometimes, but I would never EVER comment something hurtful or rude.
All that "mean people suck" stuff aside, we as a culture or also super sensitive to things. People are so easily offended nowadays it's ridiculous. "Don't hate on my president!" "Don't say morbidly obese kids have bad parents!"
I don't know what else to write on this topic. Why can't everybody just knock of the dumb stuff and be happy? It's not hard...
I remembered what else I was going to say! Why are people so judgmental of how people became famous? Like the Kardashians and Paris Hilton. They are making money. Leave them alone! They are famous because we watch them. We watch them go on vacations, we watch them get married and get jobs and buy houses and get divorced and have babies. It's not their fault they don't have some amazing talents. They are pretty people and we like to look at pretty things.
While I do agree that there are some pretty ridiculous "famous" people *see the entire "cast" of Jersey Shore*, people watch it. So, leave it be. You're not going to change anything by being a jerk. You're just jealous.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
The sound of...
Baby!
Every little noise warms my heart. (Or breaks it if it's relentless crying because she's teething in the middle of the night)
One of my favorites is the papery swish of her diaper as she toddles around the apartment. Her little diapered bum is the cutest thing ever! She runs around the apartment all day just finding things to do. I love to watch her when she's on a mission. She remembers where she left the book she wants and takes off, head tilted down and leading with her chin.
I also love hearing her little foot steps coming down the hall. The slap slap slap of tiny baby feet could melt a stone cold heart. When I hear her coming I can't wait to see how many articles of clothing she's carrying. She loves to walk around with her clothes. That or two big stuffed animals.
Right now most things are "buh!" When she's eating and wants to feed the dog she says, "Buh! Buh!" and looks around for Maddie. When she wants another bite she says, "Baaaa! Mmmm!" When we get up in the morning, as soon as I open the door she says, "Da!" because she knows Daddy is up. When she watches Baby Einsteins and recognizes the hippo she says, "guh!" because I called it her guy. And when I'm trying to make something to eat and she's hungry or wants to be held it's "Maaammmmmmmmaaaa" into my legs.
She has a great sense of humor and laughs a lot. She has a nasally cackle and I absolutely love it. It makes me laugh every time! The other day she thought my crunching into an apple was hilarious. I could hardly chew I was laughing so much.
So... Basically I love my child. A whole whole whole lot.
Monday, August 15, 2011
ANTS
I hate 'em.
For serious.
I'd post a picture or something for a visual impact, but I don't want to google "ants." I'd vomit.
We are in a ground floor apartment by the pool so apparently we're prime housing for the nasty little buggers. Luckily it's only the tiny sugar ants. They don't bite or strike the fear chord like big fatty or fire ants do. They're still driving me bonkers. I had seen a few here and there a few weeks ago and then one day I went to do the laundry and they had COMPLETELY infested the dirty clothes pile. Laundry, who knew? So I shook out all the clothes and vacuumed all the ones I saw into my dust buster, after following the trail of course. I sprayed any stragglers with Fantastik and sprayed the wall where they were coming in as well.
I saw another trail of them coming out of our coat closet. No exterior walls, but it backs up to the bathroom so we assumed they were coming in for the water. I went to the apartment office and told them and they brought me some spray for inside. We sprayed those areas and around the living room and thought. Hoorah!
No hoorah. I kept finding them in the bathroom and then by the fireplace. Bleh.. I sprinkled baby powder in several locations because they don't like the smell. But it doesn't kill them so they just scatter and find a new entrance. The exterminator guy comes like, every second Tuesday or Thursday or something ridiculous like that so they haven't sprayed outside.
Tuesday is taco night and I was gearing up to make some tortillas. I opened the baking cabinet to grab the flour, baking powder and shortening and low and behold: ANTS IN MY FRIGGIN' CABINET!!! They wanted mah sugah. So I cleaned out the cabinet and put my marshmallows and brown sugar in a ziploc baggie. I was putting things back into the cabinet when I kept finding the bastards on the counter around the honey. Ya, in the cap. That went in the trash...
They were in the stove too. I have to thoroughly clean the stove every time I use it. How fun is that? YAY? No Yay. I mean, don't get me wrong, having a clean house isn't a bad thing! But I don't have a messy house! They are going looking for things. I don't leave my sugar out all over the place, they went into the cabinet to the closed bag. Jerks.
Steven thought I was crazy for freaking out about it until last night. I went to change into my pajamas when I noticed a mound of moving black on my panties in the dirty clothes. Seriously? I don't know whether to be flattered or disgusted that the ants were attracted to my dirty underwear. (I don't have disgusting dirty underwear, just normal every day underwear)
It was so gross.... And it was late so I couldn't vacuum them up! We sprayed them with Fantastik, Steven squished them and I followed the trail and dumped some vinegar into the entrance... I hate ants.
I was also randomly finding them on the couch. (On an interior wall) So this morning I moved the couch to see where they were coming from behind the couch. The interior wall corners with an exterior wall so they were coming in at the corner. This time they had a lookout, though. A spider. (These ants are finding my weaknesses and using them against me) I squealed repeatedly as the spider began to run around hibbety jibbety when I sprayed him with Fantastik. I had to make my squeals of fear sound like fun so that I wouldn't scare Peyton who was staring at me with that, "Mama? You've got issues" look. Spider finally stopped running so I sprayed the line of ants and then went for the baby powder. Spider was playing possum! He started running like a spider with Fantastik on his eyes so I soaked him in it. And he died. But to be sure I squished him with a mound of Kleenex.
For now I've found a few stragglers here and there. It usually takes a day for them to form a line again which leads me to the following question:
Why are ants so stupid? I mean, if I sent out some scout ants to find food and/or water and they didn't return I wouldn't think, "Hey! ANTdrew didn't come back! Wait... Neither did SamANTtha, BrANTdon, ANTthony or Fred. They must have found something great and want us to come too!" I would think, "Uh, ya. They died. We shouldn't go back in there. Ever."
Exterminator comes Thursday. It better work, or I'm raising hell. I don't want ants. I pay $865 a month for an apartment for me, Steven, Peyton and Maddie. If they wanna live here, I better see some compensation for sharing my quarters.
For serious.
I'd post a picture or something for a visual impact, but I don't want to google "ants." I'd vomit.
We are in a ground floor apartment by the pool so apparently we're prime housing for the nasty little buggers. Luckily it's only the tiny sugar ants. They don't bite or strike the fear chord like big fatty or fire ants do. They're still driving me bonkers. I had seen a few here and there a few weeks ago and then one day I went to do the laundry and they had COMPLETELY infested the dirty clothes pile. Laundry, who knew? So I shook out all the clothes and vacuumed all the ones I saw into my dust buster, after following the trail of course. I sprayed any stragglers with Fantastik and sprayed the wall where they were coming in as well.
I saw another trail of them coming out of our coat closet. No exterior walls, but it backs up to the bathroom so we assumed they were coming in for the water. I went to the apartment office and told them and they brought me some spray for inside. We sprayed those areas and around the living room and thought. Hoorah!
No hoorah. I kept finding them in the bathroom and then by the fireplace. Bleh.. I sprinkled baby powder in several locations because they don't like the smell. But it doesn't kill them so they just scatter and find a new entrance. The exterminator guy comes like, every second Tuesday or Thursday or something ridiculous like that so they haven't sprayed outside.
Tuesday is taco night and I was gearing up to make some tortillas. I opened the baking cabinet to grab the flour, baking powder and shortening and low and behold: ANTS IN MY FRIGGIN' CABINET!!! They wanted mah sugah. So I cleaned out the cabinet and put my marshmallows and brown sugar in a ziploc baggie. I was putting things back into the cabinet when I kept finding the bastards on the counter around the honey. Ya, in the cap. That went in the trash...
They were in the stove too. I have to thoroughly clean the stove every time I use it. How fun is that? YAY? No Yay. I mean, don't get me wrong, having a clean house isn't a bad thing! But I don't have a messy house! They are going looking for things. I don't leave my sugar out all over the place, they went into the cabinet to the closed bag. Jerks.
Steven thought I was crazy for freaking out about it until last night. I went to change into my pajamas when I noticed a mound of moving black on my panties in the dirty clothes. Seriously? I don't know whether to be flattered or disgusted that the ants were attracted to my dirty underwear. (I don't have disgusting dirty underwear, just normal every day underwear)
It was so gross.... And it was late so I couldn't vacuum them up! We sprayed them with Fantastik, Steven squished them and I followed the trail and dumped some vinegar into the entrance... I hate ants.
I was also randomly finding them on the couch. (On an interior wall) So this morning I moved the couch to see where they were coming from behind the couch. The interior wall corners with an exterior wall so they were coming in at the corner. This time they had a lookout, though. A spider. (These ants are finding my weaknesses and using them against me) I squealed repeatedly as the spider began to run around hibbety jibbety when I sprayed him with Fantastik. I had to make my squeals of fear sound like fun so that I wouldn't scare Peyton who was staring at me with that, "Mama? You've got issues" look. Spider finally stopped running so I sprayed the line of ants and then went for the baby powder. Spider was playing possum! He started running like a spider with Fantastik on his eyes so I soaked him in it. And he died. But to be sure I squished him with a mound of Kleenex.
For now I've found a few stragglers here and there. It usually takes a day for them to form a line again which leads me to the following question:
Why are ants so stupid? I mean, if I sent out some scout ants to find food and/or water and they didn't return I wouldn't think, "Hey! ANTdrew didn't come back! Wait... Neither did SamANTtha, BrANTdon, ANTthony or Fred. They must have found something great and want us to come too!" I would think, "Uh, ya. They died. We shouldn't go back in there. Ever."
Exterminator comes Thursday. It better work, or I'm raising hell. I don't want ants. I pay $865 a month for an apartment for me, Steven, Peyton and Maddie. If they wanna live here, I better see some compensation for sharing my quarters.
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