Real housewives never have time to blog! A good title for this would probably be "long time no talk" but wasnt that the last title? I HAVE to get better at this blogging thing! My mom wrote in diaries when we were young, and when we became older she allowed us to read them. There are things I read that I never want to read again in my mother's diary, but it was still cool to be able to look back. So I dont want to blog in the same way my mother did but some G rated memories might be nice.
Lately I have been thinking that someone should do a show about Really Real Housewives and hire me to be on it. Although I seriously doubt it would be as popular as the already existing "Real Housewives", but it may be interesting just the same. Like today I had 30 cents off 20 gallons of gas (thank you Winn-Dixie!) so while going to get our locally grown grass-fed organic beef meat (from a slaughter house) I tried to run all the gas out of my car so that I could get the full savings. I ended up having to stop half way to get $4 worth of gas (a little over a gallon) so that I could make it. On the way back I gunned it a few times to burn out the gas so that I could get my full 20 gallons. Well Sage (the new addition) cried about 90%/1 hour of the trip and my brain was fried. I tried to call a few friends to make my trip faster, no success, finally I got Michael on the phone as soon as Sage hears my voice he goes from whining to all out wailing. So that made my nerves even more frazzled. I knew Sage was hungry, he started getting really mad at 3 hours (from his previous feeding) 0n the dot. As I was driving I remember a funny little tidbit that Whoopie said on The View. She was saying that one of the benefits of having a child in your old age (mid 50's) was that you could take your boob like a lasso and toss it to the child. If only.... ANYWAYS, I get to the gas station, set up the gas to pumping while feeding Sage in the front seat. 10 min later the car is full, at 19.1 gallons! So close! I tried to squeeze in the full 20 gallons but gave up at 19.5 gallons. Oh well..better luck next time...
I get to my mother in laws (who so GRACIOUSLY was watching Ness) we split up the meat. I know that Ness has to poop, as he is due. But there are about 4000000 false alarms before the real thing (one of my least favorite times of the day). We get home, I start unloading the meat and Ness says he has to poop, I ignore him, he stops, he says it again, ignore, stop, says he has to poop again, this time more frantically. I see him pinching his legs together (this is a tell-tale sign) so I grab him and run to the potty as fast as I can. Of course Im not fast enough, poop starts to make it's appearance, I hold him upside down hoping it wont fall on the ground. Well hes heavier than I had estimated, his rear end hits the couch, and of course, the poop falls to the floor. And again, of course, there is Pokey, ready for a "snack". I yell at pokey, Ness is still dropping pooplets, put Ness down tell him to go to the potty, make sure Pokey stays clear of the poop.....shew! I was able to pick up the poop, no stains or residue....Ness finishes up his pee on the potty.
See? They need to hire me! Oh the "exciting" things I could bring to their show!!!
So an update? Well Sage was born a little over 6 months ago. He is a super sweet baby. He always has a smile and every time I see him I want to squeeze him. He is not as easy of a baby as Ness was, he has a stubborn streak and feels the need to have mama near him very often. He is sleeping 9 hours straight then 3ish. So one feeding, I know that that is great, but its hard to forget that at this age Ness was sleeping 12 solid hours. Both of our little boys require bedtimes though and naps in their own bed. My fault I'm sure, but this mama needs quiet time too!!
Ness has just started to really notice Sage, by notice I mean sitting on his belly and bouncing (he does have a pillow-like belly). He has started to hurt him more than I would like. Yesterday he was in time-out about 4 times before he would say he was sorry to Sage for hurting him. Then the rest of the day he kept saying he was sorry to Sage, guess he wanted to be on the safe side.
Ness is day-time potty trained and no longer wears diapers during the day (except nap time). We will tackle the night/naps much later. But now he can really only hold it for about an hour. I was taking his diaper off at naps but he would sleep an hour and then pee on himself; one hour is not enough sleep for him.
Ness also has finally started talking. Better late than never!!
So I was just distracted by a friend coming over and totally lost my train of thought.
More soon, I promise! Some pictures to hold you over? (they are in backwards order..I never remember to do them right...)
My 6 month old sunshine. Isnt he a cutie pie?
HUG him!!
Big smiles!
Family jet-ski ride (Ness- wanna ride da ka key!)
Ness is to cool for school.
Ahhh! Cuteness! His eyes are beautiful like his daddy's
Faces of Ness. Silly eyes.
Cheese head!
Sage-before haircut.
Trampoline with cousins!
Brotherly love.
Family pic.
My baby boy is 2!!! He was very excited to be sung Happy Birthday to.
Cousin in the car that our neighbors gave us.
This is how we found him one morning....dont know what he did that night...
(before potty-training was complete) At least SOMEONE was using the potty!
My sweet Sage. About 1 hour after birth.
Sage only minutes/seconds old. Best feeling in the world. Born after a very text-book 12 hour labor, no pain killers! Totally natural! I was/are pretty darn proud of myself.
Join us right back here soon! ;)
