Tuesday, February 23, 2010

It's the little things.

Some women have husbands who buy them fancy jewelry.

Some women have husbands who surprise them with a new car with a big red bow on top.

Some women have husbands who shower them with flowers on a regular basis.

I have a husband who just called to tell me that he knew I was dreading going grocery shopping tonight so he left work early and did it all for me. And although I hadn't given him a list, he remembered all the stuff I like and picked it up for me. I'll take that over roses or jewelry or some big gift any day (OK, if I'm being honest, I'll take that WITH roses and jewelry and some big gift any day!)

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Lesson learned.

We get together with the BAC family pretty regularly because both BAC's wife and mine (love you, PH!) are huge "American Idol" fans... and BAC and I are big fans of making fun of AI, causing us to be yelled at pretty regularly while it's on.

Anyway, we almost always meet up at the BAC's house and we usually bring Molly & Casey with us. Yesterday, I tried a couple of different ways to have our plans work out so the dogs could go with us, but the PH put the kibosh on it because it would have included one of us doing a heck of a lot of driving to pick them up and get them to the BAC house. Which was fine that they missed a night of "American Idol."

Until we got to the BAC house and realized their daughter, who is almost 2, was counting on hanging out with her furry friends. Her parents had talked it up and she had even pantomimed how she was going to help feed the dogs their dinner. I quickly shifted the blame onto the PH, who felt absolutely terrible when he saw Little BAC's face. And here we thought she enjoyed spending time with us! Believe me, lesson learned and we will NOT be leaving the dogs home again.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Oh, that? That's just God messing with me once again.

The Pretend Husband and I just got back from a trip to visit the cutest nephews in the world in Georgia. The nephew part of the trip was fabulous, but the weather? Not so much. I was hoping to leave home (where the temperatures have been in the 20s and 30s with snow at least once a week) and find sun and temps in the 50s so we could take walks, play outside with the boys, etc.

What we got instead was it snowing in that particular part of Georgia for the first time in 30 years. (I won't go into how it was hardly a dusting and yet schools were closed and the media was telling people to make sure they had enough food and supplies for three days-- despite the snow melting within hours). While the television newscasters were going on and on about how dangerous is was and how people needed to stay off the roads, kat's lil sis and I went out to get pedicures (seriously, the snow wasn't even sticking to the roads...)

Anyway, we were in the nail salon and the owner asked me where I was from. I told him I was from New England and joked, "Yeah, I brought all this snow down with me." And wouldn't you know it, but a tracksuit-wearing, big-haired, florescent pink lipstick-wearing, heavily-accepted lady in the salon spent the rest of the time I was there giving me dirty looks. I can't decide if she just hates "Yankees" or if she believed me about the snow.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

My lady parts ache just thinking about it!

My nephew, Wyatt, is five weeks old and he's-- well, he's a hefty eater. To the point where I don't know how kat's lil sis gets anything done other than breastfeeding him. And that hefty eating has led to Wyatt becoming a hefty kiddo.

It started with his one-week check-up when the doctor told lil sis he wanted the baby to have gained seven ounces since birth. Our little overachiever weighed in with an additional 23 ounces! And that was just the beginning.

For his five-week check-up, lil sis was guessing he was up to 10 pounds (he weighed just over eight at birth). Well, that little chunky monkey tipped the scales at 12 pounds! A 50 percent weight gain in five weeks!

He now weighs almost half of what his big brother does (and Peyton is 17 months old). We're going to visit them all soon and all I can say is, there's a reason I've been lifting weights while watching television all week. I'd like to be able to hold my younger nephew without my arms giving out. Oh, and it makes me very scared for the delivery of my future children. I'm hoping giving birth to little linebackers doesn't run in the family.

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

This explains the bags under my eyes this morning...

Dear Molly & Casey,
You two are relatively small dogs. You weigh less than 20 pounds each and can both fit in my lap at the same time.

So, how then, do you manage to take up so much of the bed Dad and I sleep in? It's a queen-size bed, which should be plenty of room for two adults and two small dogs. I've watched closely and I still can't figure out how you two each manage to take up three times the area of your body.

Molly, sorry about that kick to your head this morning. But, really, I think it was only partially my fault. I also blame your dad for being savvy enough to take up most of his half of the bed so you and Casey sprawl out on mine. And, oh yeah, I blame you for putting your head in a space that is very clearly meant for my feet.

I think we can make this work. But you two need to try to stay within your allotted space and I will try to keep my feet from kicking you in the head.

Love, Mom

P.S. Don't even get me started on when I get up to go to the bathroom and you two move up onto my pillow. I don't know if you guys expect that I will willingly trade places by curling up at the foot of my own bed, but that is so not going to happen.