Birthday Boy!

A few pictures: K and his cake. He's also doing quite well with walking now!

stands to reason

that if the first day of the week sucks, the last day probably will too. Monday - part-time girl quit. That means I'm doing the work of 2 people. It sucks, I don't like it and I really hope an applicant dazzles my boss so that I don't have to work my butt off. In a way, I'm glad she quit. At least I don't have to walk on eggshells around her or wonder what day she'll call off next anymore. Friday - Dick Sales Manager insinuates that I didn't prepare a proposal when I know I did. I even have the photocopy of it and (if necessary) could pull the fax transmission report to prove that it was sent. He didn't like it when he was told this and made snide comments as he left my office. I've also did pretty well on weight watchers this week, but have fallen off the wagon today and tomorrow. K's birthday party is tomorrow and I WILL be eating cake, damnit. So anyway. There it is. Feels good to get it out but still bites. I'm nervous about K's "party" tomorrow. Mainly because he's been so apprehensive about strangers. There will be 4 other kids there, but 1 is only 3 months and 3 are over 3, so I'm not sure if that will help or hurt things. I'm not expecting K to be all smiles and bubbly. I just hope he doesn't have very many tantrums. Notice I said "very many" as I anticipate a few to come up. If I have any energy come Sunday, there will be a few pics of K is all his one year old birthday glory.

depravity

I’m at an all time low in regards to my hope in some of mankind. I’m not going to lump everyone together because not everyone deserves my admonishment, but those out there know who they are. J and I rented a movie that we were both looking forward to seeing (Smokin’ Aces). Well, I didn’t even get 5 minutes into it before I had to stop watching. During these 5 minutes it was primarily character description. One character came up who had “legendary techniques” at getting people to talk. What does that mean? It means “torture.” Now, I can handle some violence in movies/TV shows but when it gets to torture, forget it. Fucking forget it! I had to sit outside on the deck for probably 10 minutes just trying to pretend I didn’t see anything, but that didn’t work. It really serves as a reminder of how twisted people are. The fact that some writer thought up this scene, a couple of actors agreed to do it, a few dozen people decided to shoot the movie scene…well, it goes to show that some people are depraved. Add in the news from V-Tech and NASA from last week and I’m having a difficult time believing that there is good in the world. I look at K and wonder what he is growing up in. Seriously, what is the world going to be like as he gets older? It stands to reason that it will only get worse. I can’t even fathom how I’m supposed to explain to him why people are so fucked up, much less why they enjoy acting like imbeciles. I really can’t.

and there was peace in the land when naptime arrived!

K did really well with naps today, which is something B at daycare would've been very happy to have last week! He's such a cutie with his butt in the air and I have to admit 1) I'm biased because he's my little man and 2) he's sleeping with the blanket I made for him. Little man knows how to work mama's heart strings.

hodge podge

Is it a rite of passage into mid-life that you start to wonder about your high school/college friends? If you google them and find them, do you contact them? K is teething like a mad man with pre-molars. I don't know what's so "pre" about them since they must hurt like hell and they've turned him into a very cranky little boy. K isn't eating very much right now and has mild diarrehea. Is that because of the damn molars and the non-stop drool? Probably, but what the hell anyway! I did really well all week on weight watchers and managed to loose almost 1.5 lbs from last week! I also worked out 3x so far this week. I need to run tonight and then I can be guilt free for the weekend. Apparently K feels that it is ok to push open the bathroom door and walk right in. It's the "There's Mommy!" game. Will I ever get to use the bathroom by myself again? ***UPDATE: I did google and find an old friend who is in the same city as me and decided to send them an email, thinking they probably wouldn't bother to respond. I was surprised to see that they did respond. So...why am I so nervous about it? Is it because I'm fairly sure I didn't end things very well years ago? Is it because I'm a completely different person than I was in college and while they liked me then they may not like me now?

Pre-molar, Schme-molar

My knowledge of teeth extends to the point of brushing every day and flossing. Mainly so that I don't get any lectures from the Dentist. Imagine my surprise when I had to google teeth diaghrams to figure out what the flat, bright white spots where on the gums of K's mouth. I figured it was paper since he's taken to not reading books but chewing the living hell out of them. (that's funny until you're the one who has to fish the wadded up, saliva drenched, piece of who the hell knows what it is now out of his mouth and - of course - incur the pain of K biting down on your fingers.) No, not paper this time. Everyone, we have pre-molars! Lovely! Just (painfully) lovely! This explains his grouchy self last week and why his sleeping has been restless. He always gets this way when teeth start to come through. It's a good thing we don't remember this stuff. I know how I feel when I have a tooth ache. I can only imagine how it must feel to have brand new teeth coming up. Poor little man. I hope he feels better soon. I hope the store stocks up on Infant Tylenol. BTW, anyone have any coorelation with teething and fevers? The past two days K has gotten low grade fevers that last for maybe 12 hours and then go away by morning. The only thing going on is the new teeth.

Battle of the Self

I'm sitting here desperately wanting to gorge myself on Starburst. Why Starburst? No particular reason. It's good, fun candy. At this point, I'd eat almost anything. I've done pretty good all week long with Weight Watchers(translation: Monday-Thursday) and I didn't gain too much since last week even though I gave in and gorged myself on Starburst last weekend...and the weekend before that...and the weekend before that...you see where this is going. I have been battling with myself for 3 weeks. Do pretty good during the week but by Friday I'm ready to devour everything. It's not that I'm overly hungry, I just miss the "bad for any diet" food. I want to loose 15 more pounds and at the same time I wonder if it's really that bad to have a little baby weight leftover. Is 10-15 pounds THAT BAD?! When I look in the mirror, yes it is. When I happen to pass the candy aisle, well then it doesn't seem so bad. I don't know what my problem is. I'm working out 4x a week and if I could just keep the motivation to eat well going that would make things better. If I could pin point what it is that makes me want to cave, that would be a start.

What A Difference

Hard to believe that it's been almost a year. K has changed so much. I'm so proud of how much he's learning and how he's becoming a little boy instead of a baby. May 2006 April 2007

Easter-Schmeaster!

This pic pretty much describes how well easter went for us. Poor cousin Little Lady, getting reamed by Little Man. She just stared at him like,"WTF are you yelling at?" Seems Little Man is truly entering toddlerhood and not looking back. We've entered the stranger anxiety stage and are hanging on by his coat-tails. Great. Just great.

Memoria

What makes a memory? Does it have to be fun? What about the un-pleasant ones? Which ones stand out more? Why? What makes them more important than the others? What makes a memory different than something you remember to do (ex: fun in the park vs. learning addition)? I don't know what it is, but memories have been my "thing" over the past few days. The ones I have, Big Man has, the ones Little Man is currently making. I worry about what we leave behind. For us, for Little Man.

Test, test, test

(so that I can avoid having to make the bed this morning). LOL

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I'm not sure where spring went but we miss it terribly. It's currently 30 degrees outside and we're going stir-crazy.