Weather-wise this weekend was a beautiful weekend. If I could have these temperatures every single day I would be in heaven; not too hot, not too cold. This time of year I love to open the windows and just keep a nice breeze in the house. I love the kids outside playing, the sun shining, hubbs doing something in the driveway (usually repairing or washing a car), and this weekend had all of that!
But the highlight of my weekend was this….let me paint a picture for you:
Saturday RJ woke up a little earlier than usual, but in great spirits; laughing talking and drooling, LOL.
We were chillin in the bed, hubbs, RJ and I. RJ was sitting on daddy’s chest. And for whatever reason, RJ is in love with my hubby’s hands; more so than anyone else’s. When he sees hubs hands they automatically are grabbed and headed to his mouth. Read more...
Now I’ve never tried Pomegranate Mio before, or any Mio for that matter (are there others?) However, I absolutely love this commercial.
I believe it came out right before RJ was born. Hubby and I would wait for that part right at the end where the black cowboy with the pimp tooth pick would say “It changes everything”, and we would literally laugh to tears.
It wasn’t even a whole week home with the new baby, before my hubby, who gives everybody, everything and anybody (and yes I meant all three, just like that) a nickname, before he called the little guy “Mio”; and I knew just why he did it. We just both laughed.
You see RJ came in and truly rocked our world. He changed our sleep; our showers; our free time (what’s that); our routine (or lack thereof); our sex life (hubby is gonna kill me for that one J); but he literally changed EVERYTHING!! Read more...
Let me just go on record saying that I am truly happy that God blessed me with a husband that truly loves me for me and is there by my side through it all.…………even when I smell like maple syrup.Not because I had pancakes for breakfast and spilled a little in my lap or didn’t brush after a short stack but because it is coming out of my pores. That’s right; the scent of maple syrup is coming right out of my pores. I walk by and you suddenly wish you had a Belgian waffle.It’s not because I am some sort of freak of nature or that I have been cursed with molasses sweat but rather because I am a mom.
Well as I have been blabbing about over the last week, today was my first day back to the place that makes deposits every two weeks in my account. I guess in my mind I knew today would not come without some sort of crazy ridiculous foolishness, and it didn’t disappoint.
So I go to leave for work and hubs, being the gentleman he is, went to load and start my car for me….*insert pause* his words, “B I don’t know how you are gonna carry all this stuff…”
I mean I only had my computer bag which also had my lunch bag, my pump bag (gotta feed the kid) and my umbrella that is almost tall as me, oh and my purse. LOL.
Lesson learned: I have to find a way to consolidate and I need to take that extra breast pump to work and leave it there. I was feeling like maybe I didn’t need it, but I was WRONG! Read more...
You are free to leave here now. I know I haven’t put in as much work as I should to get my dear friend, pre pregnancy body to come back, but you are no longer welcome. I’m sorry that I sent you the wrong message that you were welcome to stay while I was nursing, changing stinky diapers, dealing with sleep deprivation and still trying to my regular awesome self.
Things are getting ready to get back to a new state of normal around these parts and you are not welcome to be a part of that endeavor.
I do, however, want to thank you for not being as bad as you could have been. I mean with all the snacking and cravings I had while carrying the little bambino, you sure could have done me way worse. I appreciate you for that. Read more...