Coffee Break

If pulling out the magazines left in the basket for recycle is what she needs to occupy herself with so that I can finish my morning coffee while it is still hot, well, then that is what she needs to do. Happy Thursday?

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Merry Lights

It'ssssss beginning to feel a lot like... Christmas. Granted, it's a little tree this year BUT it's a real one. As she gets older, I hope we can continue having a real Christmas tree every year. Just...taller. Maybe when I am more confident that she will not eat off the prickly little suckers...

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Good Morning

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Smitten

I don't have much to babble about today. Here are some photos until her birthday photos come in *impatiently waiting all of 3 days*. Any picture taken of her walking, she's almost always smiling. Whenever she's toddling around the house, there's a huge grin plastered on her face as if she knows to be proud of her newly found ability and accomplishment. Can you love another being more than you love your baby? I don't think it's possible. Then again, come ask me when she starts "no"-ing me to tears. I know I'll only love her more everyday, but I may not be as smitten when I'm trying to get a sneaker on her foot and she kicks me in the shin hollering her gazillionth "no" of the day.

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Ashamed

As I sit in the comfort of my home complaining about the 30242534 chores that "need" to be done, as I sit complaining about bills, about how cold it is outside (it's December and officially winter. It's supposed to be cold.), about some barely noticeable bruise on my palm... As I complain about all the mundane little things in life... I discover something that (again) makes me realize what a brat I am. My little one is snuggled in her room under warm blankets, to wake up to her mommy who will be with her all day to play with her, to snuggle, kiss and hug her. I will be falling asleep cuddled under a warm throw complaining that it's too hot with the heat on and too cold outside. I will wake up to a hot cup of coffee and a refrigerator stocked with anything I wish to eat and still manage to complain that there's nothing in there I want. I will spend my day gazing out the window with my baby and we will giggle, play, laugh, kiss, nap and anything else we wish to do for the day but I will find a reason to complain about how tiring my day is. We threw my 11 month old daughter a party big enough to have been called a wedding, and while it turned out to be more than a perfect day, we still sat and complained about what should and shouldn't have happened, what could have been better, what we wouldn't have done. I am ashamed. So instead, tomorrow, I will be more mindful for how very near perfect life is in our little world compared to so, so, so, many others. It's far too often forgotten, yes? (please Click photo below)

Mini-me Walks

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Cranky A$$ Wifey

I am definitely not the greatest of writers. I enjoy it, but I am far from being articulate with my words. Nonetheless, it's always been my "out". Feel up. Feel down. Feel in between. Whatever. I enjoy it. I started this blog to track my new position in life as a mommy. However, along with being a mommy, comes being a wife. I kinda suck at it. I'm not sappy. I'm not very affectionate (ask my husband what it takes to get a hug out of me). I'm sleep deprived and it generally shows. I don't see Husband much because he works, and he's really on his own schedule. So when he does get home, it's after I've been battling with mini-me all day on top of trying to keep the house from falling apart and then having to battle my insomnia every night. It was definitely easier when she was stationary. Now, she's got an opinion and an attitude. Yes, she's still all cute and cuddly and much more funner and honestly, most days, I would like to just sit there and chew on her pudgy little cheeks, but man, there are days I just don't know what to do with her yelling at the most piercing of ranges (where the HECK did she get that???) and wanting to use me as a donkey. It's not exactly lollipops and cotton candy. But today, he walked in carrying dinner because I may be asleep (from not sleeping for the last, oh i don't know, 11 months less a day or two), and with all the cash we needed to put together for this Saturday's wedding birthday party, it hit me again (it does sometimes ya know?) that he works hard. He works hard so that my cranky ass can stay home and chew on our daughter's pudgy little cheeks all day and try to make it my lollipop world, and he fell asleep without my saying thank you because he doesn't expect one and happily, gladly does it anyway. Why? Because he's a great Husband and I think I let him forget that sometimes because I trip over a pair of socks every now and again. So before I forget to let him not forget, here's a big fat thank you, Husband. *wave* - That's for Monday because he so sweetly took off tomorrow to run errands for me because it was going to be cold and he doesn't do the blog reading thing except at work. Thank you, Husband for working your hiny (hiney? - spelling, anyone?) off so I can be a happy mommy to baby and one cranky ass wife. You're super!

Almost Blissful

My day looked something like this. How was yours? :)

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Happy 11th Month!

(You know, I thought it would be easier to get a picture of her back. It really isn't. It's pretty impossible to catch a decent still photo of her at all) In 11 months, she teaches me more day to day how important it is to truly live in the moment. I am a planner. It is hard for me to not think of tomorrow, the next day, or the next week. I still plan ahead, but I definitely live for today. Everyday. So thank you, Squirmy, for teaching mommy her important lessons in life.

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De-Clutter

The scatterbrain that I am thought "Hm, gee, possibly if I simplified my life a bit, I may be less of a scatterbrain". Yeah. Uhm, 8 straight hours of intensive labor later, that does not seem to be the case (it also isn't the only reason I felt the need to de-clutter, but you wouldn't care about those details anyway). My genius self almost mixed together the "trash" bin and the "keep" bin, but I've got to say, my house is spotless (for the next few hours anyway)! How many moms do you know with a toddle baby who can declare that confidently? Well, guess what? Our cleaning lady is coming tomorrow. I suppose she can always just... mop some more since you can never really mop too much. My brilliance kills me. 11 month photo of Little to come. I promise. I'm always a day late. Dammit. When did I get to be so smart?