Growin' up gorgeous
Friday, June 26, 2009
Food Stuff
Kellogg's owns Kashi. Dannon owns Stoneyfield Farms. It's all smoke & mirrors. I'm going to grow my own damn food and stop paying these people!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Stats
"Of 168 nations, 164 have guaranteed maternity leave, and 4 nations do not: Papua New Guinea, Swaziland, Lesotho, and the United States."
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
YouTube
I think I finally figured it all out. Here's a few videos.
http://www.youtube.com/user/kaiamadelinesmommy
http://www.youtube.com/user/kaiamadelinesmommy
Monday, June 15, 2009
My Mom Rules
We've posted about her gift-giving before... well, she hit it this time! She got me a Kodak HD Pocket Video Camera. I've already taken 8 videos of Kaia. Expect them to be uploaded to YouTube and the link will be readily available for you peoples so you can experience the wonder that is our child. :) I cannot wait!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
bibs in a bucket
One of her other new hobbies is to gather up a bunch of her bibs and place them in a bucket, then dump them out onto the floor and start over. I think she thinks she is doing the laundry. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen. i will try to get it on film.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Deep
When I was at target yesterday, I was noticing the (most-likely) stay-at-home-moms that were there and I think it was the beginning of my undoing last night. You’re going to think I’m completely insane but you might already so what the hell.
It hit me like a freight train that I’m just like them. Ordinary. I used to feel like I was different and special… in my 30s doing all these great athletic events, going out, acting like I was still young and hot and fun… so yesterday, as I’m staring down these poor women in their workout clothes, it hits me: I’m not so special. I’m really no different than they are.
I stare at a computer all day and do nothing at a job, I go home and try to squeeze in a workout so I can try to lose weight and get my “old” self back, I take care of/play with/fight with Kaia trying to get her to eat/sleep/etc., eat, sit down for maybe half an hour then give up and go to bed. Rinse, repeat. I am only ever going to be “special” to my daughter (and Cory) and that will not last forever. One day, she will realize that I’m only human and just like everyone else. Bored. And boring. And struggling to find importance in anything that I do.
And that was just the beginning of my meltdown. My 8th anniversary meltdown.
It hit me like a freight train that I’m just like them. Ordinary. I used to feel like I was different and special… in my 30s doing all these great athletic events, going out, acting like I was still young and hot and fun… so yesterday, as I’m staring down these poor women in their workout clothes, it hits me: I’m not so special. I’m really no different than they are.
I stare at a computer all day and do nothing at a job, I go home and try to squeeze in a workout so I can try to lose weight and get my “old” self back, I take care of/play with/fight with Kaia trying to get her to eat/sleep/etc., eat, sit down for maybe half an hour then give up and go to bed. Rinse, repeat. I am only ever going to be “special” to my daughter (and Cory) and that will not last forever. One day, she will realize that I’m only human and just like everyone else. Bored. And boring. And struggling to find importance in anything that I do.
And that was just the beginning of my meltdown. My 8th anniversary meltdown.
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