Friday, March 30, 2007

I watched Oprah the other day and saw the preacher who was challenging his church members to give up complaining for 21 days. I thought that sounded like a pretty good idea and so I might try it. I told Colin I was going to give up complaining. He laughed and told me that complaining was encoded in my DNA ... but I was going to prove him wrong.

Day 1 of no complaining: I went to the Target in Edmond to get something that our Target was out of. They didn't have it. On my way home, a man trying to make a left hand turn pulled out in front of me and blocked two lanes of traffic for ten minutes. When I get home, Cason proceeded to throw a two hour fit that also included a nap strike. On the way to church that night, we ran out of gas. And finally, LOST was a feeble attempt to get rid of the two randomly-introduced survivors and really did not advance the story AT ALL (although the unintentional brutality of their death was oddly intriguing to me).

I decided if God wanted me to give up complaining, he would have given me an easier day to start with. But hey...I made it a few hours. Impressive, yes?

Does anyone have a copy of the book, What to Expect the Toddler Years? If so, please look at the picture on page 44. That is what my life consists of. For those of that do not have this fine piece of literature that points out everything I am doing wrong, the picture is of a child taking everything out of a drawer. I know it's a "normal stage of development" or whatever but is taking 50 diapers out of a drawer necessary? Or taking every magazine out of the basket? Or every toothbrush out of the cup? Or every piece of pj's out of the drawer? Or everything in my bathroom cabinet? Or EVERY book in the shelf? Or every DVD? I could go on but I won't because I gave up complaining.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Hello! We're back!!

I know I haven't posted in awhile. I've been busy trying to get Sanjaya Malakar voted off American Idol, to no avail. Did anyone see that girl last week crying during his performance? Someone get her a makeover and and Oscar stat.

Cason and I went to Houston for a week and we had a great time. He took his one year pictures while we were there. We also shopped a lot and ate a lot. What else can you ask for? Maybe a little sleep which Cason did NOT grant me.

Last week, Colin was on Spring Break so we (Colin) did a lot of yard work.

You know what I hate? Like really, really hate? I hate commercials that don't do one of two things: make me laugh or make me cry. I have decided I really hate Campbell's Soup commercials. The moms are always in the kids faces while they are trying to eat. Let them eat the dang soup! And what mom really enjoys cooking canned soup for her kids that much? Let's be honest - the kids probably whined and complained about eating soup or begged for it and then didn't eat any of it. But I digress.

Cason has decided to favor walking over crawling and he likes to follow me around wherever I go. So now in addition to the dog thinking her name is "Get outta my way!" so does Cason. It's crazy to think that Cason is almost one. A year ago, I was fat, sleep deprived and miserable. Now I'm slightly less fat, still sleep deprived and only miserable part of the time (kidding!).
On the off chance that a male might be reading this who doesn't want to hear about my boobs, I'll spare everyone the details of weaning Cason. But I will say this, before I have my next baby will someone please come up with a cute nursing bra? Nursing bras are to undergarments what orthopedic shoes are to footwear and headgear is to orthodontia.

We usually just put him in the back of the truck when we go somewhere because he REALLY hates his car seat. It's ok though, that's actually legal in Midwest City.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Ok, ok, I know I haven't posted in awhile. We have been busy. That's a lie. Actually nothing has been going on.

While we were in Houston, Cason started taking steps so our life as we know it is over.

We are leaving on Saturday to go back to Houston. Cason and I are flying so pray for the other passengers on the plane.

High School Baseball season has begun, so it's ball games for us until July. And as reported to us through email updates, pitchers and catchers reported to spring training. You know, baseball really penetrates every aspect of our life. We get MLB updates through email. We get Sports Illustrated. We watch sports, listen to sports, and if that wasn't enough, Colin has decided to play fantasy baseball. Thank you Major League Baseball...I appreciate it.

Want to know what happens when your kid puts so many crackers in his mouth that he pukes and so you get up to go get a paper towel and leave him alone for 30 seconds?

It actually doesn't look as bad as it was. They were smashed into the coffee table grooves and stomped into the ground. I don't know who invented the dust buster but I would like to kiss him or her.


I Don't know....ask Colin....