Fun with Numbers

Seven - This is the number of times that I have bitten the SAME spot on the inside of my lip in the past 3 days. Perhaps my teeth forgot that my lip is exempt from the chewing process.

Seventeen - The number of 5 year olds I could take in a fight. http://www.howmanyfiveyearoldscouldyoutakeinafight.com/. I'd have to start using them as shields and weapons.

Eighteen - The number of weeks I have left until my due date. I can't believe that this number is in the "teens" now. It seriously seems like just like last week that I found out were were expecting again.

Fifteen - The number of unread emails I have. This number is only expected to increase.

Four - The number of half drank bottles of juice/pop that is sitting on my desk. This number has remained as "four" for about the same amount of weeks.

Two - The number of days to The Office premiere. I seriously love this show and am really sad that it is Steve Carrell's last season.

Two-hundred twenty-five - The number of Facebook friends. I know all of them, but a good chunk of them - I've never met in person. A lot of them are BabyCenter friends.

Sixty-four minutes - The amount of time it took for me, Marcus and my parents to walk a 5K last Saturday.

Sixty-four minutes - The approximate time it took me to get out of bed following said 5K.

Zero - The number of friends my little brother had this weekend. His 22nd birthday was on Thursday, and everyone bailed on him on his birthday. At least his sister called him.

Nine - The number of hours of sleep I would like to get tonight. Hopefully, getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night will be significantly lower than this number.

~Twenty-five - The number of times I have watched this video.

Viva Las Vegas!!!

Well, I'm back from Vegas. You'd think that I was there for 3 weeks for the lapse in blogs posts, but really, I just had nothing to talk about. I'm not one of those people that calls someone "just to talk" unless I have something important to say. Well, I finally have something important to say.

 

I had a Girls Weekend in Vegas last weekend. It was my first time away from Mister and Matt for that long. Actually, I don't think I've been away from Matt for that long ever, and the longest I have been away from the boy was 2 nights. I didn't think I would miss them as much as I did. Matt would call nearly every night to let Mister say good night to me before he went to bed. He would get on the phone and say, "Haaaaaaiiiiiieeeeee". It made me tear up every time.

 

We stayed in the ever classy establishment, Circus Circus. It was pretty 1970's fabulous. Actually, it wasn't all that bad. The beds were very uncomfortable, but when you're out until 3:00 AM, really, anything will do. I didn't get to do all of the things I'd like to, but again, when you don't get up until 10:00 AM, and then spend 2 hours at the pool, you sort of run out of time quickly.

 

We did manage to see Madame Tussauds wax museum, the Thunda from Down Under, Excalibur Casino/Hotel, Luxor, The Pirates and Whores show at Treasure Island, O'Sheas and their "Dolla Dolla Drinks", and we got heat exhaustion while walking to Cozymel's. All in all, a great trip.

 

Oh, you wanted to see some pictures? Of course.

 

 

O'Sheas Casino. The concierge said we did NOT want to go here because it was lame. We beg to differ.

 

Why, hello Mr. President....

 

A gorgeous palm tree outside of The Flamingo

 

 

Now, you may not think this picture is much, but this picture immediately preceded my Vegas injury. I twisted my ankle wicked bad trying to dash across the street to avoid oncoming traffic after taking this picture. So not worth it.

 

There were a lot of memories made on this trip. Several phrases that will be used as blackmail, "I like me some Smokey the Bear....RAWR!" and some that may just stay in our general conversation, "Don't you juuuudge me". I'm already looking to make this an annual event...however, ladies...more near the middle of the strip next time puh-leeze?!

 

And my fun thing for the day: I stole this from one of my BabyCenter boards. I LOL'd a lot:

Why My Toddler is Like My Drunk Friends

• They are so much fun, they are always dancing around, doing something crazy...
• The fall over and trip all the time, and they act like it's no big deal...
• They talk a ton but don't make much sense and you say "that's great honey" even though you don't have a clue what they are talking about.
• They can go from laughing to crying in under a second.
• They need your help putting them to bed...
• They will randomly give you hugs in the middle of a conversation and tell you they love you.
• If you take their drink away from them, they freak out...
• They will talk to anybody, doesn't matter if they've never met before.
• Your needs are completely none of their concern...

We all scream after Ice Cream...

Matt had a great idea the other night. Let's take a walk up to the Dairy Queen (probably about a mile or so) and have an after dinner treat. It was a warm evening, so it actually sounded like a great idea. We grabbed Mister and the stroller and headed out for our evening walk. The walk up was not enjoyable and I spent a considerable amount complaining as the entire walk is up hill.


Matt got a Peanut Buster Blizzard, I got a Strawberry Lemonade Chiller and Mister got a baby cone. He was adorable eating it. His first reaction was one of great disgust and confusion about this cold stuff, but once he got a taste of it, he couldn't get enough. And of course, he was nice enough to share.

 

Adorable right? I know. However, the night took a terrible turn when we got home. It was about 8:15 and it was time for Mister to go to bed. We followed the typical routine, washing the face and hands, tiny teeth brushing, a story and a sippy cup of water. Things were looking up - - until we got to the crib. Somewhere between story time and hitting the sheets, the ice cream was in full effect. He was running laps around his crib and grabbing the crib rail and jumping up and down. He even ended up launching himself across the crib because he bounced so hard! I sat in the rocking chair, waiting for the sugar rush to wear off, only to have him play peek-a-boo with me between the crib rails and then he'd throw his pacifief or stuffed animals at me when I wouldn't respond! It was so hard not to laugh at him! I tried leaving the room a couple of times which just created an uproar and filled the house with tiny screams! As soon as I'd come back into the room...all giggles and smiles. Bascially, his oh so sweet face from the picture above, was slowly turning into:

I hope the red demon eyes are showing up here....

FINALLY, at 10:00, he crashed. And he must have crashed hard because he wasn't up until nearly 7:30 the next morning. Now, why can't he do that on the weekends?

Sewing Project #1 - Fail

Well, I busted out the sewing machine. I couldn't decide between making a little quilt (either for Marcus or for my niece) and a cloth diaper. Mind you, I don't use cloth diapers, but I have really been considering it lately. Especially when I realize that I am out of diapers and either have to make an emergency run to the store leaving a bare bottomed child with his father - hoping he doesn't have to go while I'm gone - or scrounge the diaper bags and vehicles for a spare...and in the correct size.

I chose a cloth diaper. I used an old receiving blanket since we really didn't use any of them. It turned out...okay. It's too small for the boy and the stitching is terrible (still trying to figure out this machine) but it's something. At least I know I can follow a pattern. Here's the final speciman:

In case you were wondering, yes, I did use black thread. Thank you very much.

Happy Birthday to Me!!!

May 11, 1985...1:56 AM...Thanks for making me born Mom!

I'm the first and only girl of my family. Here's a fun fact for you. When my Mom was pregnant with my older brother, my Dad wanted the name to be Thomas Dean. Mom said - no way. So, they named him Michael instead. So, when Mom was preggers next time around, she *knew* I was a girl. So she agreed that if it was a boy, it could be named Thomas Dean. Sneaky.

So, my 25th birthday was OK. Besides being cold and rainy, and my 4 hours spent in the car going to one of my sites for a visit, it was good. I got flowers sent to me by my parents...

Lillies - my favorite

I talked to Plain Old Gramma for about 45 minutes on my way home. Oh, if she asks you, I was using my hands-free - really I was. *wink* When I got home, I was finally able to open my presents that Mom and Dad left for me on Sunday. It was a sewing kit and a sewing machine!!!! I am sooo excited! I told Mom maybe once that I wanted a sewing machine and she remembered!!!!

I'm not sure what my first project will be. I think something simple. I think I might cut up the receiving blankets that we didn't really use, because we found them useless, and make a little quilt. Even if it is a baby quilt for my niece, it will be a good start.

My other present, is that Matt has been taking care of Mister all night. Giving him a bath, feeding him, playing with him....everything except putting him to BED!!!!!! Hopefully tonight goes better than last night in the sleep department.

Temper, Temper....

Well, the first rain out in 30 years. I'm kind of missing the Metrodome right now. I had tickets to go to Target Field to watch the Twins Game, but because of the unpredictable nature of Minnesota weather, we are at home. I guess I can't really complain, because I probably would have bitched and complained throughout the entire game about being cold and wet. The game was postponed to tomorrow night at 7:10, but we had plans tomorrow. I guess we'll just see what tomorrow brings.

Have you seen this video?



Mister has been doing this. He'll throw himself at your feet and if you just step over him, he'll come and find you and throw himself back at your feet. It's kind of hard not to laugh at him while he does it, but it really is hilarious. Plus, he's started putting his hands over his eyes when you tell him not to do something. Because, if you don't have a 14 month old - you might not know this, when they cover their eyes...they are invisible. You can't see them and you can't possibly know that they are going to continue doing whatever it is they are doing once they open their eyes.

And to top off the night of anger, here is a gem of Mister this week. He was notably upset that I wouldn't let him pound on my keyboard. Hey kid - this keyboard was expensive and I just got done writing a response on BabyCenter and I'm not about you to have at it. Cry all you want....and he did.

Sorry - The Poison Bubbles Were On Sale...

Sometimes, Matt's complete lack of common sense is so humorous. For example, tonight he was giving Mister a bath and said, "Oh gross - he's eating the bubbles. Wait, is this the non-toxic kind?"

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No Matt, the store was fresh out of safe bubble bath for babies, and the poison bubbles were on sale, sooo....

Mr. Poison-Bubble is out to ruin bathtime...

Speaking of fun things I've bought recently (oh we weren't? well we are now)... I got my first baby carrier. I bought a Mei Tei and I am super excited. I've always wanted to be a babywearer, but I couldn't find a carrier that I liked and since Matt has still been off of work, we've been a little strapped for cash. I missed the great sale on the Ergo on Babysteals, but I got the Mei Tei for a pretty reasonable price! I threw Mister in it and he didn't quite know what to think of it. I don't think he really knew what the heck I was putting him in.

I'm VERY excited to use it when I go garage saleing next weekend with a gal I met on BabyCenter. (Visit her blog: http://lesleytupy.blogspot.com/) I will be really excited not to have to drag around that huge stroller. It's nice for long trips and for carrying stuff, but when you're in and out of the car driving around the 'burbs, it sucks.

And just for fun - 15 kids toys that unintentionally perverted: http://www.cracked.com/article_18494_15-unintentionally-perverted-toys-children.html