tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26039324745871431652024-03-05T16:20:29.116-08:00A Spoonful of SarahA little bit of crazy every day!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.comBlogger467125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-11175664469509863842013-07-30T14:39:00.001-07:002013-07-30T14:40:11.856-07:00School ShoppingI never feel more like a mom then when I'm buying clothes or shoes for my boys. Why is that? I think because it's typically a "parent" thing to do. <br />
We've had a week or so of unusually cool weather with temperatures in the low 70's. Fall weather. <br />
Have I mentioned before how much I LOVE fall? This weather has reminded me that my boys need fall clothes. I also wanted to buy some fall/winter pajamas for my niece's first Birthday party this weekend. I thought this would work out really well since all the stores are having "back to school" sales right?<br />
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Wrong. Apparently since my kiddo's aren't school age they don't need fall clothes since NONE of the stores around here have any out. Well, that's not true. They have a handful of things. And definitely no pajamas.<br />
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What's a mom to do? At least my trusted Target had some sneakers I could buy the boys instead of sandals.<br />
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I may have to look around online. Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-71570524707778095032013-07-23T16:38:00.000-07:002013-07-23T16:38:34.352-07:00I'm Baaaaaack! Where have I been this last year you ask? BUSY!<br />
Shortly after my last post my boss decided to leave his position. I was promoted to Manager of my department over two campuses with 50 employees. It's been an adjustment learning my new role and figuring things out. All while raising two very busy little boys.<br />
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Bennie is currently 15 months old (can you believe it?) He's so smushy I want to literally eat him some days. Just take a great big bite out of him. He's got such a sweet demeanor and is totally a little cuddle bunny.<br />
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Jackson will be 3 years old next month and he's growing at a ridiculous rate. Which I find amazing since the kid NEVER eats. He's wicked smart and learns new phrases every single day. He has an amazing memory and imagination.<br />
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As you would imagine with them being so close in age they are BFF's. Except for when they're not.<br />
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A few months ago I came off my antidepressant and I'm dealing okay. It's still a struggle every day but I'm trying new ways to manage. <br />
I'm hoping that returning to my blog will give me an outlet again to be creative and expressive.<br />
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Hopefully there are a few of you readers left.....(hi mom)Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-39087039207286922162012-07-30T10:42:00.000-07:002012-07-30T10:42:59.495-07:00I'm a BelieverI have been on an antidepressant now for a little over two months. I'd like to say that it was because I was suffering from Post Partum Depression, but to be honest it was more than that. Now that I'm actually feeling better I can admit that this was probably creeping up on me for several years and it wasn't until I was post partum that it became so bad I couldn't function. The only way I can explain it is that it was like there was a dimmer on my life and now everything is back in bright colors. I feel SO much better! More in control of my emotions and able to enjoy my life. I was so full of anxiety before I couldn't even make simple decisions like what to have for dinner. <br />
The thing is? I didn't even realize I was like this. Until I wasn't any more. <br />
Since I last posted I've returned to work and it hasn't been as awful as I was afraid it would be. Granted it's only been 3 weeks, but I don't dread going in like I used to.<br />
I am enjoying my husband and children more and trying to be more mindful of my time with them.<br />
Because who wouldn't love spending time with the cutest, sweetest guys ever?<br />
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Ben thinking he's "hot stuff"</div>
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Brothers in matching jammies</div>
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My big guys</div>
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Even having my nose broken yesterday doesn't seem so bad. (I was accidentally headbutted by Jack)</div>
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And that feels good.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-9527353207719554342012-07-02T18:29:00.003-07:002012-07-02T18:30:16.658-07:00InadequateSince I've been home with the boys, I've been trying to take them to the park and to play-dates. The social interaction with kids his age is good for Jackson and I REALLY need some adult conversation some days. It's been nice to have the support of other mom's when I'm feeling overwhelmed and when I was having difficulty with the PPD. <br />
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Sometimes the mom's make me feel inadequate though. Let's take a few weeks ago at the park for example. <br />
I was meeting a girlfriend of mine and her two children at one of the many parks in my town. When I arrived, I unloaded all of my children and their paraphernalia into my double stroller and wheeled over to my friend who was chatting with another mom. This mom I had met on two other occasions and she intimidates me a little. That day she was dressed very cutely in a navy blue and white striped top, cute jeans, a brown messenger bag across her body and an adorable fedora jauntily placed on her head. She has two little girls. One is roughly 8 months older than Jack and the other is a month older then Ben. Both were dressed cute and the older girl was playing nicely on the swings. At one point she handed me her baby to hold while she retrieved healthy snacks for her oldest. I was shocked.....this baby smelled like she was wearing perfume she smelled so good.<br />
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Then there's me.<br />
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I was wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt to hide the remaining baby gut that I still have. I don't remember if I had brushed my teeth that day and wasn't wearing makeup. Jack was dirty and throwing woodchips, and Ben smelled like baby sweat and old formula. My snack was a pack of Welch's fruit snacks (he doesn't usually have a big snack or he won't eat lunch). We barely made it out of the house that day intact.<br />
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I don't know if I hate this chick or totally have a crush on her.<br />
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I could let this make me feel bad about myself or I could realize that this is what this woman does. She's a stay at home mom. This is her every day life. Mine is on hiatus. I normally balance work with kids and feel out of sorts now. <br />
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But I have been making a bit more of an effort with how I dress. I put makeup on more days and wear "real" clothes.<br />
My kids may be a work in progress, but they now at least smell like hers thanks to this:<br />
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Hey it's the small things...Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-57745389358877200952012-06-14T11:07:00.003-07:002012-06-14T11:07:47.034-07:00Why I Haven't Been BloggingI know I've been MIA from this blog for a while and I have good reasons for it. I swear I do.<br />
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<li>I have been suffering from an overwhelming case of Post Partum Depression consisting of either sobbing uncontrollably or screaming in anger fits. Don't worry I have meds now.</li>
<li>I have discovered Pinterest and we all know what a huge time suck that is.</li>
<li>Because of Pinterest I have discovered new home/food blogs to read.</li>
<li>I have been cooking, baking, and reorganizing because of those blogs.</li>
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That is if anyone out there is still reading....</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-55561246066448686732012-05-10T11:51:00.000-07:002012-05-10T11:51:37.734-07:00Leaving The House With a Toddler and a Newborn<ul>
<li>Feed and change pants/outfit Newborn, put him in Boppy.</li>
<li>Feed and change pants/outfit Toddler, turn on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.</li>
<li>Grab some caffeine for yourself and hurriedly get yourself dressed before either child starts crying.</li>
<li>Change Newborn's pants again.</li>
<li>Change Toddler's pants again and find him a different shirt because he somehow got sticky while you were getting dressed.</li>
<li>Feed Newborn again.</li>
<li>Make 3 trips to the car to take the Toddler, Newborn and all their crap down to the car.</li>
<li>Bring the Newborn back into the house to change his pants since he took a giant poop in the car. </li>
<li>Change Newborn's outfit once you realize the extent of the poop.</li>
<li>Load him back into the car-seat and return him to the car.</li>
<li>Finally leave the house...</li>
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Total time: 2 hours 30 minutes</div>
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Time spent on errands: 35 minutes</div>
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Doesn't seem worth it does it?</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-2741543438329648172012-05-07T13:24:00.000-07:002012-05-07T13:24:51.473-07:00Happy Mother's Day to Me!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My Mother's Day present to myself just arrived! It's from a site called <a href="http://www.thevintagepearl.com/">The Vintage Pearl</a> and they have tons of cute stuff!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-54000796352207873042012-05-07T06:43:00.000-07:002012-05-07T06:43:50.997-07:00Transitional TimeI'm sorry I haven't posted much since we've been home. Quite honestly, having a newborn and a busy toddler keeps me pretty busy. I'm always changing someone and they never sleep at the same time. Plus a very little guy has his days and nights mixed up so I've been crazy tired! I don't mind too much though because this little guy?<br />
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He's wicked cute. I think he might be a little sweeter than Jackson was at this stage. It's hard to remember though since I tend to block those early days out I was SO tired! <br />
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Yep, he's pretty sweet and looks a lot like his brother did. So much so that I sometimes mistakenly call him Jackson. <br />
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Everyone in the house seems to like him. Jack loves to go over to him and say "Bebe" and play with his feet or pat his head. He also pulls out his pacifier and tries to "share" food with him. Fruit snacks, chicken nuggets, marshmallows. I have to watch him like a hawk! At least he's sharing....<br />
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What's harder this time around is that both of our kids are needy and we divide and concur. Spiderman tends to lean towards helping Jack out and then I take Ben. The problems with this? Jack can be taken care of much quicker and then Spiderman is back to sleep or whatever else he was doing. Ben on the other hand? He takes a little more time so I spend less time sleeping or doing anything else. I would like to switch on occasion but for some reason Spiderman just doesn't hear Ben in the night. Conveniently.<br />
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We did finally finish Ben's room. Well mostly finish. I still have some decorative shelves and things to hang, but here's a picture.<br />
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It's actually much cuter in person. <br />
That's all the time I have for this post before someone else needs to have a diaper change...Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-82962523817303279122012-04-18T09:23:00.003-07:002012-04-18T09:29:41.746-07:00Meet Our Newest Family Member!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBIp3D4BMC1d1N07JKnTfhQUd2gq3xwGtZ1WK0zO5aaZ7PpzFdbPVvK7IKso9COqArxpe_-TPBsWF1KqAeB2WZYAkTSC0C6Lo8qijm4285XDQGnlc1OFL_pDwoJ6jVC7LixeHCVf9m3Oq/s1600/Benjamin+James+034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732777962758565010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBIp3D4BMC1d1N07JKnTfhQUd2gq3xwGtZ1WK0zO5aaZ7PpzFdbPVvK7IKso9COqArxpe_-TPBsWF1KqAeB2WZYAkTSC0C6Lo8qijm4285XDQGnlc1OFL_pDwoJ6jVC7LixeHCVf9m3Oq/s400/Benjamin+James+034.JPG" /></a>Benjamin James Connelly<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGcScVrP65b2GNvzcMlRrztTvLDb01V-Uzln3KhW7-rW6ol_39LvVRGSkLBmc03YloS2h-2IbSMZTT-R5PYDL5eaLP-6I4zFJtD7L7BqkQtoB1xn386UF3PayL3KdJnHbZfiPnxKJZk_kg/s1600/Benjamin+James+053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732777823396585282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGcScVrP65b2GNvzcMlRrztTvLDb01V-Uzln3KhW7-rW6ol_39LvVRGSkLBmc03YloS2h-2IbSMZTT-R5PYDL5eaLP-6I4zFJtD7L7BqkQtoB1xn386UF3PayL3KdJnHbZfiPnxKJZk_kg/s400/Benjamin+James+053.JPG" /></a>8 lbs 8 oz 20 inches long<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqN0kg-QVFlDyx2UeMuUguKA9tbtZW8Lv75MS_DSXhNTZU06CQZ9b5QkWzu4lWKsSpQIyg4Vj1OhSMvh-ISbB2aWrsYxTXgVVroVuVgQNdB5CV5XR4DdWgFzG-ITVZKJSdk6jXA5PWxZfC/s1600/Benjamin+James+065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732777663450984978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqN0kg-QVFlDyx2UeMuUguKA9tbtZW8Lv75MS_DSXhNTZU06CQZ9b5QkWzu4lWKsSpQIyg4Vj1OhSMvh-ISbB2aWrsYxTXgVVroVuVgQNdB5CV5XR4DdWgFzG-ITVZKJSdk6jXA5PWxZfC/s400/Benjamin+James+065.JPG" /></a>Everyone (including big brother Jack) is happy!<br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-1018136604404511192012-04-13T16:18:00.002-07:002012-04-13T16:25:41.942-07:00ClutterThe other night I was bouncing around <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span>. Going from one friend's profile to another looking at pictures and status updates. I don't know how but I found myself looking at Jessica Alba's page. I started looking at her pictures. She's got pics of her and a friend at fashion shows and in Paris along with pictures of her kids. <div style="font-style: normal; "><br /><div>There was one picture in particular that caught my eye though. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was one of her husband and her newest daughter Haven was in her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">jumperoo</span>. In the background you could see her beautifully decorated dining room. And her dining room table is what I focused on. It was covered in piles of clothes, toys, mail, and shopping bags.</div></div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-style: normal; ">Like MY dining room table.</div><div style="font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div>Not only did it make me feel better about my piles of crap everywhere, but it made me <i>like</i> Jessica Alba all the more. She's a normal mom whose house is full of clutter. </div><div><br /></div><div>Even if she spends weekends in Paris.</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-81068230584473170152012-04-01T14:13:00.003-07:002012-04-01T14:26:43.244-07:00Two WeeksThat's how long I have left until I have this baby. And I can hardly wait! I am SO done with being pregnant! I want to be able to bend over again. Jack knows exactly how to take advantage of my physical limitations. If he doesn't want me to pick him up he just lays flat on the floor knowing I can't reach him. Little booger. He also loves to take off running anytime we're outside so that I have to run right after him. He's ridiculously fast and I'm VERY pregnant!<br /><br />I'm sure the time will fly by. We have Easter next weekend and all the prep there. I have a few more things to do to get his room ready, and I have SO much to finish at work before I go.<br />As far as work goes, I am very ready to be done there. Things have been so busy lately. I don't know if it's that things are annoying and stressful or if it's just that I'm annoyed and stressed to begin with. Either way, I could use the break. It will be nice to only have to worry about 2 children and not 50!<br /><br />We still haven't decided on a name for sure yet. We have two that we really like. (I like one more than the other and of course Spiderman likes the other) We've decided to wait and see which one he looks like.<br /><br />Hopefully with some time off work, I'll be able to post more. We also just bought a new laptop to replace the one that died around Thanksgiving. It should make it a little more convenient to post since it's more portable. If I want to post now I have to go downstairs to use the computer we have there. Most of my living space is upstairs (I have a bilevel) and we spend more time up there and most of Jack's toys are in the living room up there. I can keep an eye on busy little boys if I'm upstairs with him instead of downstairs blogging.<br /><br />So...that's where I'm at.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-81459813600449756322012-03-05T17:04:00.006-08:002012-03-05T17:16:21.974-08:00I Think I May Be Leaving My HusbandFor my Cleaning Lady. She came for the first time on Friday while I was at work.<br /><br />And I Love her!<br /><br />When I came home, I just walked around the house for 10 minutes looking around and crying like an idiot. My house was clean!! And I didn't have to do it!!!<br />She scrubbed my bathrooms until they shined. She dusted and vacuumed and even did my furnature. My floors were mopped, my kitchen sink scrubbed out, the top of my fridge was cleaned, and she even scrubbed my stovetop and hood. I have been in this house four years and have NEVER gotten my stovetop and hood as clean as she did in one day. If I weren't so damn relieved to have a clean house, I would be self conscious about my housekeeping skills.<br /><br />This couldn't have come at a better time since I was bleeding a little bit on Friday. With my newly cleaned house I was able to spend the weekend resting and hanging with my boys instead of unsuccessfully cleaning like a madwoman.<br /><br />I could totally get used to this!Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-91589924880312702442012-02-19T12:40:00.000-08:002012-02-19T13:14:20.838-08:00OverwhelmedHow would I describe my lifestyle right now in one word? <span style="font-style: italic;">Overwhelmed</span>. Between work stresses, and keeping up with my toddler and my house I feel this way every day. <br />I'm embarrased to say that I am not really even enjoying what will probably be my last pregnancy. I can't seem to focus on the fact that I am going to have another little punk and get excited about it. All I can do is think about how much work the first few months are and how am I going to manage everything? <br />Then there's the baby's room. Every time I walk past it my blood pressure rises and I think of everything I have left to do. With my OB threatening bed rest I realize I NEED to make some changes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDfn1ie6PzFw02BQ5wegs8C-Q8y7lvhl2rtxdkU5BujzIpEW4nPRxZ3tgo6EokmbNvjiHHpXvQZxoRjQwhirBarCOMFSN42BD3iZ34pS1mNuDgieDAPxxqg12RJakvkanQt9H_ELxIIySS/s1600/100_1599.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDfn1ie6PzFw02BQ5wegs8C-Q8y7lvhl2rtxdkU5BujzIpEW4nPRxZ3tgo6EokmbNvjiHHpXvQZxoRjQwhirBarCOMFSN42BD3iZ34pS1mNuDgieDAPxxqg12RJakvkanQt9H_ELxIIySS/s400/100_1599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710950332832707586" border="0" /></a>Thankfully last Sunday my mom came and got Jackson so Spiderman and I could sort through the piles of crap. Now the room looks more like this.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUjV2O_1DKI4ryAcxF4inYfODIa1TkA306Ub3EOPeyvUyZFPcIVFeSA1yMR5KHtQNDf0HGlzL1S1McvM-LAjnuOVwFpW9IEvFgE2mX72VpAsDp4Rmm9edf6N6JRdKKeta4iBXO88ATFPtG/s1600/100_1600.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUjV2O_1DKI4ryAcxF4inYfODIa1TkA306Ub3EOPeyvUyZFPcIVFeSA1yMR5KHtQNDf0HGlzL1S1McvM-LAjnuOVwFpW9IEvFgE2mX72VpAsDp4Rmm9edf6N6JRdKKeta4iBXO88ATFPtG/s400/100_1600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710949677650816562" border="0" /></a>We can start painting and organizing. It will be a huge relief to have this done. Also, she got me the name of a woman who cleans houses. I'm going to call her this week. I think I'll have her come every other week to get things under control and then just once a month after that. $60 a month for a little piece of mind? Totally worth it.<br /><br />I downloaded a new book to my Kindle called <span style="font-style: italic;">Bringing up Bebe</span>. I've always been a bit of a Francophile and this book has some interesting child rearing tips. Like the French, I have always wanted to be calm, serene, and chic about life. (<span style="font-style: italic;">I am SO far from this in real life)</span> They seem to enjoy themselves WAY more than Americans do. This book also points out that this calmness also extends to their parenting. Their children (<span style="font-style: italic;">along with the parents</span>) seem calmer, better behaved, and happier for it. I could use some of this.<br /><br />As far as the work stress goes? I don't know. I am still so desperate to prove myself that I take things way too personally. It's exhausting. And my department needs a lot of work and hand holding. Any suggestions on this front would be helpful.Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-17006299352349415562012-01-30T19:10:00.001-08:002012-01-30T19:35:23.770-08:00If He Weren't So Cute...With a toddler you cannot show any signs of weakness. They pick up on that right away and totally use it to their advantage. They prey on the weak and can eat you alive. Jack is what my mother calls a "spirited" child. This just means that sometimes he can be a real jerk.<div><br /></div><div>This past Friday was one of those times. </div><div><br /></div><div><i>Weakness #1</i> Jack had been up in the night several times Wednesday and Thursday so I was tired. After work I decided to take him to Khol's because I was in desperate need of some new bras. I put him in the stroller/cart and off we went to the women's undies. While I was searching for my size, he managed to climb out of the stroller and remove an entire rack of bras. I stuffed him into the cart part and frantically picked up the bras. While I was doing this he was shoving who knows what from the bottom of the cart into his mouth. I fished that out of this mouth, grabbed my bras, and went to check out where I then got the evil eye from another mom in line in front of me like "why can't you control your child?" I held him the entire time we checked out and headed for the car.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jack's car seat is positioned in the middle of the backseat rear facing. I have been meaning to turn it around, but was stalling as long as humanly possible. Also, my car is a Saturn Ion and the backseat, although a four door, is microscopic. I have to get into the car to put him in the seat and frankly the bigger my belly gets the harder it is to maneuver around back there.</div><div> <i>Weakness #2.</i> Because Jack is so "spirited" he doesn't always like getting into his car seat. This day was no exception. With his superhuman toddler strength and wiggling accompanied by loud screaming he managed to get away from me. I chased him around the car for 20 minutes with him staying just out of my reach. What a sight we must have been. Me sitting in the backseat sobbing in frustration and him smiling away in the driver's seat "steering" and occasionally leaning to sip from the straw of my McDonald's coke in the cupholder. At this point I called Spiderman to keep me from either murdering him or leaving him in the parking lot of Khol's altogether. Total Mommy fail. I eventually gathered myself, turned his car seat around, scooped him up, and flung my entire body over him and strapped him into the seat chanting <i>you will get in this seat</i> over and over again.</div><div>He has been acting out more and more lately and I know part if it is normal toddler boundary testing, but also part of it is me. I used to play with him more. Lately, I've been so tired or physically cannot get down on the floor for long periods of time to play with him like I used to. This leaves a very busy, curious child to entertain himself more...by climbing on things and getting into anything he possibly can. I feel like all I do is yell at him. He's going to think his name is Jackson No by the time he's two. If I can't handle him now what is it going to be like when Baby X gets here?</div><div><br /></div><div>I know some of you mom's out there have been though this. Even you non-mom's can offer suggestions! I will try anything at this point! What would you do in my situation?</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-74684059139747663662012-01-15T10:36:00.001-08:002012-01-15T10:54:41.097-08:00Has it been that long?So why haven't I been posting too much lately? Several reasons. The first and most obvious is that I'm 6 months pregnant and tired. Then there was the business of the holidays. Then both my boys came down with the flu and had temps over 101 for a week. And finally my laptop completely melted down leaving me with very limited access to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">internet</span> since the other computers in my house were also down.<br />Since then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Spiderman</span> has set up our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">iMac</span> so that I can use it, and we are looking around to replace our laptop so I will have more opportunities to be online.<br /><br />That only leaves laziness and lack of anything remotely interesting to post about. I do have a few things roaming around my head that I hope to be able to put down in the next few weeks so bear with me.<br /><br />In the past I've posted about the scary state of my office/junk room. Now that we have a new addition to the family it is going to be Baby X's (still can't decide on a name) room. That means we not only have to clean out the room, but also figure out where the piles of other shit in there have to go. I have already started to make piles of things to throw away, donate, and sell in my neighborhood's garage sale this summer. I've had to make some hard decisions about what do to with some of my books. It's so hard to part with many of them, but I just don't have the room!<br />We also put new shelves in our storage areas so that we have more room to relocate some of the things we do want to keep. All this work and I still have SO much I have to do. But in the end it will be worth it because I have kind of a theme decided on.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHpyCrWW9kKVcYSt1o5l8oIYNE4wbiQrw0nOIxgdNZ4HSOpN0ms32vRi_Eez_X7JoCxtRFM0VFQ6oid5GZnmfyicl6m_4PFOcHgsEDAkjI7GXbc03mpe7Kq_ZOci-LwOFfqmsk_b8DxOi/s1600/dinobed.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjHpyCrWW9kKVcYSt1o5l8oIYNE4wbiQrw0nOIxgdNZ4HSOpN0ms32vRi_Eez_X7JoCxtRFM0VFQ6oid5GZnmfyicl6m_4PFOcHgsEDAkjI7GXbc03mpe7Kq_ZOci-LwOFfqmsk_b8DxOi/s400/dinobed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697932200932014130" border="0" /></a><br />I'm not buying the whole bedding set because I did that with Jack and didn't use all the pieces. It just feels wasteful plus this room seems kind of busy. I am going to buy some key pieces like the lamp, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wall hangings</span> and curtains and use the color scheme. I might also buy the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">quilt set</span> but for the toddler bed for use later.<br /><br />What do you think?Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-48713295586549658232011-12-28T14:03:00.000-08:002011-12-28T14:05:06.525-08:00Merry Christmas!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaTw-QV1Y-u8iHGjS1mQCgoo9vySuZ95MW_ylwE7o9gXIbGaxemX6jBw0wwAZ9CZhduDla6r6rrWnp2OLYchps4DxJew6mDoCACNsme0Z1YQmZcdqyQbzm09YLIyf7YFV69mHw_nAf5Z7D/s1600/100_1553.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaTw-QV1Y-u8iHGjS1mQCgoo9vySuZ95MW_ylwE7o9gXIbGaxemX6jBw0wwAZ9CZhduDla6r6rrWnp2OLYchps4DxJew6mDoCACNsme0Z1YQmZcdqyQbzm09YLIyf7YFV69mHw_nAf5Z7D/s400/100_1553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691303534357106194" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Merry Christmas from the Spoonful Family!</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-56074886110760896722011-12-07T16:45:00.001-08:002011-12-07T17:03:18.014-08:00I'll Need Frequent Infusions of Estrogen at My HouseThanks to those of you who had suggestions and words of encouragement on my last post. I'm sure inspiration will just hit me someday or I'll just kind of fall into a new job. That's how I ended up in Respiratory to begin with. I don't anticipate it happening soon and even if it does I just might be too tired to notice because....I just found out I'm now going to be the mother of TWO boys. <div><br /><div>Yes, I'm having another boy. Like my girlfriend says I'm going to be elbow deep in dick.</div><div>It does make things easier since I have all the boy stuff already and I know how boys work. I do have visions of Jack and his little nameless brother bringing home snakes from the woods for their mommy. Have I mentioned before how terrified of snakes I am?</div><div>Also there is something appealing about being the only girl in a house full of boys....kinda like the Queen Mum.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>But now the hard part starts: Spiderman and I have to agree on a name for this kid. This is going to be no easy feat as Spiderman wants to call him Jack's brother or Not Jack.</div><div><br /></div><div>What boy names do you like?</div><div><br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-56951245174114059712011-12-01T18:20:00.001-08:002011-12-01T18:20:56.347-08:00Any Suggestions?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">What did you want to be when you grew up? That’s a question I’ve</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">asked myself over and over throughout the years. Actually, I asked</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">myself that just last week. I’m still undecided. Seriously,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">shouldn’t I know by now?</span><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Here’s a list of what I have wanted to be in the past:</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">1. Wonder Woman</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">2. Nurse</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">3. Lawyer</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">4. Day and Night Barbie</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">5. Writer</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">6. Doctor (Cardiothoracic surgeon to be more specific)</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Notice what’s not really on my list? Respiratory Therapist. Not</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">even remotely close to being on my list? Respiratory Therapy</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Supervisor.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">On my bad days at work I REALLY want to resign but then I think “what</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">else can I do?”</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I mean, I’m not really qualified to do much else. I’m not</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">exceptionally good at anything in particular that people would go “you</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">should really do THIS”.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I can’t imagine myself doing this for the rest of my life. It’s</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">too depressing to think of. I just don’t know what else I could do or</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">even want to do.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I may have to start asking little children what they want to be…cuz</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I’m looking for ideas.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Do you have any suggestions?</span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-69094810605021525552011-11-06T12:15:00.000-08:002011-11-06T13:00:09.334-08:00I Kinda preferred Zoey Deschanel...Some of you readers may know about my HUGE addiction to the written word. My crazy need to read everything out there. I do have some favorites though and Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum series is one of them. I even was lucky enough to go to a <a href="http://spoonfullofsarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/sowhat-did-you-do-http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifon-thursday.html">book signing</a> a few years ago and meet the author herself! I'm currently reading book 17 and anxiously awaiting book 18 out later this month.<br />So imagine how excited I was to hear they were making the first book into a movie. Anyone who reads a book gets an idea of certain characters in their head. This idea gets especially ingrained when it's a series and the characters become beloved. I recently watched the trailer for the movie and I have to say I'm disappointed with the casting. Katherine Heigl as Stephanie? Seriously? Just because an actress is bankable doesn't mean they are right for a part. I don't have anything personal against Katherine. I like her well enough. I tend to see and enjoy most of her movies....especially ones with my boyfriend Gerry in it. But she is NOT Stephanie.<br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xhlHpbZM_9k" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"></iframe><br />I will still probably see the movie because I can't help myself, but I cant guarantee that I will like it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Have any of you read the books? What do you think of the casting? Do you think you'll see the movie?</span>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-76323324035744408662011-10-31T17:13:00.000-07:002011-10-31T17:15:52.234-07:00Happy Halloween!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlyQssiVlSKu9IeLqCI8esPyHYIHKvZxL4rQ6UnSRGH_xfEwtFKjIX2KYQD5YBA8dhPsldHeri4cr6nK2PLR1jOq_BOIqvfIMf3HmVchT5R3tYcwbl7JmG2XXhEuczKlssyOlh23fGvHQv/s1600/halloween+2011+006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlyQssiVlSKu9IeLqCI8esPyHYIHKvZxL4rQ6UnSRGH_xfEwtFKjIX2KYQD5YBA8dhPsldHeri4cr6nK2PLR1jOq_BOIqvfIMf3HmVchT5R3tYcwbl7JmG2XXhEuczKlssyOlh23fGvHQv/s400/halloween+2011+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669814158381363682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNRoiwriEhGkaERtvkkbgqbZbZUeivPwvDnI3gyVY_ZeufvWDYLxNeVGUJT6s0iWb_TBmivhR8CHkbRryjVpyVLkSFB4ZQUV4TGH2f-vEbfVqkY3uY1RNsRjQC_Naw1Yd2rxvDz5tDtaa/s1600/halloween+2011+008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNRoiwriEhGkaERtvkkbgqbZbZUeivPwvDnI3gyVY_ZeufvWDYLxNeVGUJT6s0iWb_TBmivhR8CHkbRryjVpyVLkSFB4ZQUV4TGH2f-vEbfVqkY3uY1RNsRjQC_Naw1Yd2rxvDz5tDtaa/s400/halloween+2011+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669814151717655410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJSXaX23q7ySigRU-q8h_H1ZXVPNbkLbxCfRZ1V7_L-Q0CJNStOW3JExg44SoJpY25fZ_GTWdgEmvc3PSwQEExbk8933PSNabelI_tPOHeoiNdKj5bC501IC7_dBn-cz9mpxlsbkvBvj5/s1600/halloween+2011+009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJSXaX23q7ySigRU-q8h_H1ZXVPNbkLbxCfRZ1V7_L-Q0CJNStOW3JExg44SoJpY25fZ_GTWdgEmvc3PSwQEExbk8933PSNabelI_tPOHeoiNdKj5bC501IC7_dBn-cz9mpxlsbkvBvj5/s400/halloween+2011+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669814163258811058" border="0" /></a>Happy Halloween from my Happy Little Monkey!<br /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-66281832906671258702011-10-19T17:00:00.000-07:002011-10-20T14:39:13.714-07:00A Little BetterToday I had kind of a scare at my doctor's appointment. They couldn't find the heartbeat for about 15 minutes. The nurse was getting nervous and both Spiderman and I were freaking out. They finally found it but that moment of terror was just the shake up I needed to get me out of my funk. Also? My doc gave me some meds to help with the constant headache I've had for almost 2 weeks.<br /><br />So this post is going to be about all the things I'm grateful for to help remind me not to be so crabby.<br /><ul><li>I'm pregnant. Two years ago I never thought that would EVER happen, much less twice.</li><li>I have a wonderful hubby who cooks me dinner most nights and puts up with me when I'm crazy and crabby. Married for 5 years and together for almost 9, I'm very lucky.</li><li>Jack brings me so much joy. Just thinking about seeing his little face makes me grin from ear to ear.<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZIoQDedNs2neRffOOM6bv1epWN_dBp5J1NYHGLciOBb1TVM5cum9dKr2XOc_5NkYNZ7KMJyKXHvEmhs7AnEnNBjYDEWYRz4ddqQ8CJlrFEp_kOj1bWcDG3uPLMhQkPoi4loFYG3aEi28/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZIoQDedNs2neRffOOM6bv1epWN_dBp5J1NYHGLciOBb1TVM5cum9dKr2XOc_5NkYNZ7KMJyKXHvEmhs7AnEnNBjYDEWYRz4ddqQ8CJlrFEp_kOj1bWcDG3uPLMhQkPoi4loFYG3aEi28/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665357741646112530" border="0" /></a><br />Gratuitous Jack Pic<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><ul><li>I have awesome friends that I need to see more than I do. They help to remind me who I am.</li><li>It's fall and I LOVE fall!</li></ul><br /></div></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-50196893011256924032011-10-16T14:30:00.000-07:002011-10-20T14:37:31.624-07:00Crabby Pants<div>I've been wanting to blog but I have been such a crabby Eeyore lately that I thought it probably better if I didn't. But then weeks passed and my mood never improved so here's a random post about what's been going on here.</div><ul><li>I'm tired. All. The. Time. Jack and I have the same bed time.</li><li>I've been trying to slowly go though all the crap in my office/junkroom to make it into the new baby's room.</li><li>My new mattress? It came, but only after drama from JCPenney about the delivery which resulted in me cancelling the order entirely and purchasing one from The Bedding Experts. Lesson? Don't buy anything from the JCPenney Homestore if you actually want it to be delivered to your house.</li><li>Did I mention that I am tired? And pukey?</li><li>We also had to put my cat, Tim to sleep. Tim and I were together since I was 18. He was my baby when I couldn't have babies. I didn't take it well.</li><li>I have bags and bags of Halloween candy that I am not allowed to eat. Spiderman bought be decoy candy. It's running out....</li></ul><p>So yeah, that was exactly the depressing post I was trying to avoid. But to be fair I DID warn you.</p><p>Please do me a favor? Leave me a comment telling me SOMETHING good. </p><p>I need it.</p>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-72098311777851770352011-09-19T18:02:00.000-07:002011-09-19T18:25:58.309-07:00Princess and the Pea<div>Did you know that with your second baby you start showing right away? </div><div> </div><div>Like as soon as the stick is positive?</div><div> </div><div>It helps if you still haven't entirely lost all the baby weight from the first one too.</div><div> </div><div>So what else have I been up to? (Other than not fitting into my pants...)</div><div>Between the increased duties at work, a very busy toddler, and my regular commitments I'm beat. It doesn't help that I'm sick to my stomach all day long and tired like I have mono. (I forgot how wonderful the first trimester is) Jackson and I have the same bed time.</div><div> </div><div>Which leads me to the highlight of my week.....I bought a new mattress!!</div><div>The mattress that I have now is 11 years old and frankly sleeping on a board would be more comfortable. It was a cheap mattress 11 years ago when I bought it. At the time my mother was selling the house I grew up in and I was still living at home and in Respiratory school. I had been sleeping in a twin bed and when we moved I bought a queen sized bed with the intentions of taking it with me when I left. I bought the nicest one I could afford which wasn't much considering I was still in school. </div><div> </div><div>I've extended the life of this mattress by buying memory foam mattress toppers. I've been through 3 of them, and my body is starting to ache every morning. As I get more and more pregnant I just won't be able to sleep on it anymore. So we bought the new one which was difficult. It's hard to properly judge a mattress when the one you have is such crap. They ALL felt better than the one I have now. Also? I would need to lay on it for a whole afternoon to properly tell if it works for me and they tend to frown upon that. But we picked one and fingers crossed it will be fabulous.</div><div> </div><div>And it comes on FRIDAY!!! I also bought a new mattress pad, pillows, and two sheet sets (I have some really ratty ones). I'm holding off on using any of it until the new mattress arrives.</div><div>So Friday night I'm going to take a warm bath and get into some fresh jammies, in clean sheets, on my new pillow and mattress. Can anything be more delicious?</div><div> </div><div>I just hope Jack's on board cuz mama needs some sleep!</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-78323146430931819132011-08-25T17:26:00.000-07:002011-08-25T17:46:52.652-07:00The Big O-N-E!I'm sorry I haven't posted in forever but I've been busy at work and chasing around a BIG/little boy while planning his First Birthday Party.
<br />For his actual Birthday on Tuesday, Spiderman and I took him to Schoops for dinner. He had chicken strips, fries, some of my burger, and his favorite....chocolate milkshake! He had an awesome time, loved everything he ate and flirted with the waitresses.
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<br />On Saturday we had a party at the house. Here's a pic of the birthday boy.
<br />So serious.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPYO02mN9duKwXGTy39kCUXeHgcYCrHSMA9gvydteqwSEIFxuUu3IBlFNOiOFJxp-EzJkEmNFN3Gx_n9koasXNL27Encq0GpPDIXfEvrmqOqkc_ElhMmqtLuSA7m8gJhYhgmc505YDUGQ/s1600/bubbles+all+gone.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPYO02mN9duKwXGTy39kCUXeHgcYCrHSMA9gvydteqwSEIFxuUu3IBlFNOiOFJxp-EzJkEmNFN3Gx_n9koasXNL27Encq0GpPDIXfEvrmqOqkc_ElhMmqtLuSA7m8gJhYhgmc505YDUGQ/s400/bubbles+all+gone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644955690912960914" border="0" /></a>We opted for cupcakes instead of a whole cake. I thought it was a better idea since we had several kids at the party and this way everyone had their own "cake". Jackson liked the singing but I don't think he was sure what was going on. We put his high chair in the garage where we had set up tables. This made for easier clean up.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ02xWYmA_B90t4Mlr3JA2yvT2yPjM1R4Q1_T8CNtNqCTAasHhelqIvfGvF-tmPvny9ihaukLuyZVov5E_-wd7zRDJOYU6Va_QxMs80Zn-4EwyUlPT79YCUNk8vl6vxBpoFQkDGJg2Ld3p/s1600/fire.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ02xWYmA_B90t4Mlr3JA2yvT2yPjM1R4Q1_T8CNtNqCTAasHhelqIvfGvF-tmPvny9ihaukLuyZVov5E_-wd7zRDJOYU6Va_QxMs80Zn-4EwyUlPT79YCUNk8vl6vxBpoFQkDGJg2Ld3p/s400/fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644955693416996050" border="0" /></a>This was his first taste of cake but not his first of frosting. I have given him little tastes in the past. I can't help it, I have a sweet tooth too!
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-uvuzmFK9iS8AH0LpH_V9ro40uDzA8m1TuoWV5ae3va8-Kx0Exwo-SqWL7gZ8xHyvN_JmkxPwVG-i2MR-4sNw7f0I5L_QOJcPMzi8VFOfg04k1-ClWkIKNFnG4vHFc7zTw3cv6EJXlnL/s1600/this+will+take+more+than+one+wipe.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-uvuzmFK9iS8AH0LpH_V9ro40uDzA8m1TuoWV5ae3va8-Kx0Exwo-SqWL7gZ8xHyvN_JmkxPwVG-i2MR-4sNw7f0I5L_QOJcPMzi8VFOfg04k1-ClWkIKNFnG4vHFc7zTw3cv6EJXlnL/s400/this+will+take+more+than+one+wipe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644955047174572802" border="0" /></a>Such a messy boy! He even had cake up his nose! My aunt snuck him a second cupcake and he was up and wired until after 9pm from that.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieYc5LFVrF5L0bYSGAH3TMx8O9o7JaRSvP7cLzUlL0dWs29glHowwpvkbZz2rVsAvhCxUbfCWSFAPSKcPPA0JXvghc50DaIyn3uOXd1XPts2NWR9qPe8w2WAvHAD2L4-yeO-1B8fwlWWxF/s1600/Jacks+first+birthday+099.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieYc5LFVrF5L0bYSGAH3TMx8O9o7JaRSvP7cLzUlL0dWs29glHowwpvkbZz2rVsAvhCxUbfCWSFAPSKcPPA0JXvghc50DaIyn3uOXd1XPts2NWR9qPe8w2WAvHAD2L4-yeO-1B8fwlWWxF/s400/Jacks+first+birthday+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644955056800494386" border="0" /></a>When he was done with his cake Spiderman rinsed him off with the hose. He loved that part almost even more than the cake. It was entertaining for at least 25 minutes as he ran through the spray of water giggling and squealing.
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<br />He was also VERY into opening his presents.
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WxNQ7shCTZPSG5Va_HzUHFa28DT84UoKQjIlqfzFtpx9H58sex7Z3tXwfq2HxBNwCJcnPVD4_I56CTM4TrU8xu6VAMt9uzXHunFCOP5ESiYIQkjpjvemWgYvJB2b-f28cI7djgVxxuin/s1600/jacks+1st+birthday+015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9WxNQ7shCTZPSG5Va_HzUHFa28DT84UoKQjIlqfzFtpx9H58sex7Z3tXwfq2HxBNwCJcnPVD4_I56CTM4TrU8xu6VAMt9uzXHunFCOP5ESiYIQkjpjvemWgYvJB2b-f28cI7djgVxxuin/s400/jacks+1st+birthday+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644955183831831570" border="0" /></a>Once he caught on he ripped each one open with the glee that only a child can have. Spiderman was very good at moving the opened present out of the way while I got him ready for the next one. The gift opening went smoothly without a single fit over wanting to play with his toy instead of continuing on.
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<br />The last present was from Mommy and Daddy and caused quite a stir among the guests....
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<br />Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2603932474587143165.post-14984546386991012952011-08-06T10:18:00.000-07:002011-08-06T10:39:30.912-07:00I've become a Lemming<div>Spiderman and I like food. We both enjoy cooking and going out to nice restaurants. Because of this our food budget is getting a little outrageous. We also are not very organized shoppers. When we go to the store we inevitably forget something and have to go back. Every trip to the store we end up getting what's on the list and then some. I'd say I go to the grocery store at least once a week (sometimes twice) and spend about $1-200 a trip.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>This adds up and I don't know about you, but I can't afford it anymore. Add to this the increasing price of gas, diapers, and generally everything else and we'll be broke in no time!<br /><br /></div><div>This week Spiderman and I decided to join Costco. Up until today I had never even been to a warehouse store. I've never seen anything like it. You can buy a TV, beef brisket, 900 diapers, a 5 gallon jug of olive oil, tires and a casket all in one place! I'm gonna need that casket because on our first visit Spiderman and I spent almost $500. I almost had a heart attack! We waited to go until we were out of almost everything. Other than a few things that I can get at Aldi we shouldn't have to go to the grocery store for quite a while! We're going to go back in two weeks to get a few more things for Jack's first Birthday party but other than that we're set.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>I just have to keep telling myself to breathe because I can't believe we spent that much money all at one time!<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div style="font-weight: bold;">How do you feel about warehouse clubs? Am I the only one who goes this crazy the first trip?</div><div> </div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14593377383716715848noreply@blogger.com2