Thing 2 update

I had a doctor's appt. today, and Thing 2's heartrate was clipping along at 150. It was such a good sound! :) The doctor also said, "You can start gaining weight anytime now." So I guess that was good too!

I finally had to pull out maternity clothes the other day. Thank goodness my friend here borrowed me her clothes, because she has some CUTE stuff! Not all tent-like. However, WHO thinks a pregnant lady should wear horizontal stripes??? I have a couple shirts like that... go figure. I'll eventually look like a walking Barnum and Bailey tent!

Anyway, things are good here. Can't wait to finally feel Thing 2 kick!

For protection.....

After the Guyser had gotten out of bed for the 842nd time last night, he found his knee pads and told me he wanted them on. Maybe he felt "safe" enough to go to sleep then, or invincible against whatever lurks in children's bedrooms after the lights go out... whatever it was, his "protection" kept him in bed, and this is how I found him asleep! Too cute!

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Now I understand one of the reasons why it must have been so hard to say good-bye.
I wasn't because of where you were going, but who you were leaving behind.
Your babies. All five of us. Even though grown, your babies. Now I understand.
Now I wonder so many things I wish I could have asked you.
How did you do it with not only one boy, but three?
Did you have more patience, or just more wooden spoons?
Are boys really different than girls?
How do you potty train a boy?
Do they always lie about pooping?
I wonder other things too, things now I realize I couldn't have asked then,
Because I hadn't become a mother yet.
How do you love the second (or third or fourth or fifth) as much as the first?
Mostly I know how much I miss you.
Miss drinking coffee in the morning, (white "zifadel" in the evening) at the kitchen table and solving the world's problems.
And I just miss your ability to listen... and listen... and listen.
And there are so many things I wonder....

Classic Childhood Moment

Yesterday I went to the grocery store to buy things I need to make a chocolate pie for tomorrow's Christmas party. It was all laying on the kitchen table. I was in the living room, and didn't realize the Guyser was in the kitchen. Now he had a choice: laying on the table were a large Hershey's milk chocolate bar and a block of baking chocolate. (See where this is going?) The next thing I hear is him walking into the living room saying enuthusiatically, "ICK! UCK! ACK!" His mouth was rimmed in chocolate and in his hand was a block of baking chocolate with a good sized bite out of it! As I was laughing, he was trying to wipe his tongue off with his hand! I just had to laugh, because I remember spying a big box of "Hershey's" in the cupboard when I was young. And I remember taking a big 'ol spoonful and having the same reaction! That baking chocolate will get ya everytime!!!

I have no willpower.

You may think this post may be about chocolate, or diets or something. No. It comes to my son. Today we were at the mall. I have been with him almost every waking moment for the last 3 days. (Hubby's been on call.) He didn't sleep worth a crap last night, and didn't nap this afternoon (see where this is going?) and when we were in Claires, talking with a friend, the Guyser discovered Matchbox cars in Claires. Who knew they would have those there???? Anyway, He say a semitrailer with a car and wanted it. He also wanted the box of 6 cars. The semi was $6 and the box set was $7.50. Here is where I have no willpower. To prevent a meltdown, to just make my life easier, I caved and got him the semi. I know that what I am teaching him is "I want, I get." But there are times I just can not deal with a meltdown. Especially after a night like lastnight and a weekend of the Hubby being on call. Am I the only one out there who just feels at times "$1 or $6 is worth my sanity!!!" I am not proud that I caved so easier, but it was easier than literally dragging a kicking and screaming 40lb 2 year old out of a store...............

I'm on to him....

I don't think my Hubby thinks I am on to him, but I know what little game he is playing. It's the "I don't WANT to hang up my dress pants, so I will just throw them in the laundry and they will magically appear back in my closet" game. And on the off chance he doesn't chuck them in the laundry, why is it SO much easier to fling them over the closet door, than to take a hanger out and hang them on it????

*sigh*

How'd that happen?

Let me first say that I have a few e-mail accounts, as do many people. One of them was my register-for-everything/order-stuff-through/expect-to-get-spam account. The other one was clean. E-mail from my family and friends only. No spam, no junk mail, nothing. It was a perfect little world. A few weeks back I sent out an e-mails (late in the evening) to most of my contact list to announce my new website. Within hours, spam started arriving in my "clean" account. I don't know a heck of a lot about servers and e-mail and stuff, but did someone's server disperse my address?? I say this because I got spam back before most of my contacts would have even opened their mail yet!! I am pretty sure that someone I sent the mail didn't start me on a spam list, but rather someone's e-mail system did. This really irritates the crap out of me. So much for my clean pristine account. Oh, and most of the spam has attachments (which no I am not opening!) so that makes me feel so good too!

errr............................

Major Guyser to Ground Control

Here is Space Guyser, climbing into his spacepod, ready for launch!