He's sleeping through the ni...oh...nevermind.

As of yesterday my little man is 5 months old! My how quickly they grow up.
I haven't given you a C-Man update in a while, so here goes:

He wants to sit now. I lay him down somewhat reclined and he bends his head forward because he wants to sit up straight, like a big boy. It's cute because I sit him up and let him go. He sits by himself for like 5 seconds and then he topples over.

He's eating his cereal better now. Some of it still comes back out, but he doesn't end up wearing most of it like he used to in those first couple of tries.

Just when I was about to tell my bloggity friends that Christian was sleeping most of the night, he proved me wrong. This past weekend he was only waking up once or twice during the night because his paci had fallen out of his mouth. I got up and put it back in his mouth and he went back to sleep. I was so happy that I didn't have to make anymore bottles at ungodly hours anymore. Then yesterday, just as I was celebrating my new sleeping abilities...he woke up...at 2 am...to eat. Mr. Pacifier was not going to cut it this time. Oh well...you win some, you lose some. At least I got a little taste of what it feels like to sleep soundly again, even if it was for just a weekend.

Chocolate Chip please...

Your Deadly Sins

Gluttony: 60%

Sloth: 60%

Envy: 40%

Wrath: 40%

Greed: 0%

Lust: 0%

Pride: 0%

Chance You'll Go to Hell: 29%

You'll die choking on a cookie in bed.

How Sinful Are You?

Happy Birthday Gringa-meat!

Today is my favorite gringa-meat's birthday! Jen was christened with the affectionate "gringa-meat" name some time back in high school because she was one of the few white folk in our neighborhood. Jen and I are like Laverne and Shirley. We have had so many wonderful adventures together, whenever I think of her, I just laugh.

She is now living on the west coast and that saddens me because I find that whenever a friend moves away..."poof" there goes the close friendship. Don't get me wrong, I still talk to those friends that have moved away, but it's just not the same. They find new friends to share their lives with and so you start hearing from them less and less. You stop being involved in their day to day lives and experiences. I'm happy for them that they have found new friends (cause how sad would that be if they didn't have any friends where they live), but I'm sad for me. Out of all my friends, I think that this growing up business has hit me the hardest. Throughout my school years, my strongest attachment had been my friends. I used to relish seeing them every day and talking about all our "adventures" and what good "cheese" (chisme, gossip) we had. Once we graduated from high school it ended quite abruptly. I had been used to seeing them every day, so it was sad not to. When we started going to college and getting jobs, we only saw each other anywhere from once a week to once a month. I got used to it eventually because all our lives got complicated, so even if we did want to see each other more often, it just wasn't feasible at times. Now whenever a friend moves away I feel like I'm losing them all over again. Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one that's trying to keep some connection going there and that if it weren't for my efforts to speak to them or see them, that they would have stopped talking to me years ago. Maybe I should take a hint. Maybe they're moving to get away from me. ha ha.

Anyway, enough introspective rambling. Hopefully this won't happen with Jen. She and I always have a great time when we're together and she's one of the few friends that "gets" my Halloween addiction. I'll have to share some of our adventures with you (marlins win the world series, trick or treat...what are you?), sometime, but I'll save those for another day. So much introspection has left me with tired fingers and a heavy heart.

Tangina says my shoes are ugly

For today's photo submission I was forced to enter the deepest confines of my closet in order to fish out the most embarrassing pair of shoes I could find. I tied a rope around my waist and gave the other end to R for him to hold. I used the rope as a safety precaution; in case I got lost in the closet, I could always find my way back out by following the rope, or I could just have R pull me out. I told him that if he hears me scream he should pull the rope until I come out. I told him to also have a towel ready because I would probably come out covered in muck.

Fortunately this didn't happen. I located the most offensive shoes I could find, apprehended them and found my way back safely.

My submission for this week is a pair of shiny, black shoes (circa 1990). They are covered in dust, so that should be an indication of when I last wore them. Thanks to photo fridays, the shoes were brought to my attention and have since been evicted. They will be going to the giant burial ground for deceased fashions: The Goodwill Store.

I need a title for this mish-mash

First and foremost I am very proud of myself for having changed the header on my blog (what do you think? do you like it?). You may not think that it's that big of a deal, but for me it is. My computer knowledge ranks right up there with my knowledge of the migratory patterns of the adult American Golden-Plover (nil). I'm proud that I was able to change it without totally messing my blog up. Yay for me.

I wore a skirt to work today and my boss noticed and asked me what the occasion was. I told her I had shaved my legs (cause for me that IS an occasion). I think she was sorry she asked.

Last night we finally went out to eat. We had dinner at the 94th Aero Squadron. I like that place because you can see the planes take off. Unfortunately, I don't think I'll be going back there again. They had us wait in the bar for a table. I ordered a soda and R had a beer. There was a TV there and American Idol was on. I thought "oh goodie, I'm not going to miss it" (I so need to get a TiVo), but unfortunately I couldn't hear it because they had live entertainment. The TV had captions, but hello, it's a singing show, if you can't hear it, it kind of defeats the purpose. Our table was ready, but the lady said we had to pay the bar tab first and then go over to the main dining area. How inconvenient is that? Can't they just transfer it over? Annoying. Strike One.
We didn't get a table by the window, but shortly after we were seated, a table opened up. We ever-so-nicely asked if we could move to the window table but they said that the people that were going to sit there were already on their way from the bar (liar, liar, pants on fire). They gave the lovely romantic table to two guys. Real nice. My hubs got up to complain, but they said that the guys were pilots and that they had requested a window table. Correct me if I'm wrong here, but if you're a pilot, don't you see enough planes in your line of work? Strike Two.
R ordered meat, I ordered a lobster/seafood pasta. The scallops were mushy (raw) in the center. Strike Three. You're OUT!!!

Ok, got that off my chest. Anyway, I heard that tonight is going to be a big night for TV. We've got American Idol vs. Survivor vs. The Olympics vs. Dancing with the Stars. So many shows, so little time. I'm having a hard time deciding. I might just flip back and forth during commercials. Although for American Idol, you don't usually have to tune in until the end because they drag it out so much. I haven't been able to catch Survivor yet, so I'll probably just watch that. Actually, knowing me, I'll probably forget to turn the TV on altogether.

Chez Pierre's

Today is our fourth wedding anniversary (looks like some of you lost a bet). My darling husband gave me some nice massage oils and smelly stuff as an anniversary present. I said "oh, so you know what this means? you have to give me a massage now", he said "yeah and vice versa". Hmmm...very calculating.

Yesterday, I went to the store to buy him a present (yes, I am a severe procrastinator), but C had a different idea. He started getting crabby and I had to leave the store pronto. So I owe him a present. Actually I owe him like three (Birthday, Valentine's & Anniversary), but who's counting.

The good news is that we are finally going to go out to dinner. My mom is going to watch the kidlet and Ren and I are going somewhere nice.

That reminds me...in a previous post I said something about not going to "Chez Pierre's", but you see, that was a totally fictional restaurant. I just pulled the name out of my ass. That same night, I was watching a movie called The Baxter and the guy said to his girlfriend, "I made reservations at Chez Pierre's...". Hee hee, silly coincidences like that amuse me.

This week's theme for Photo Fridays is your most embarrassing pair of shoes (or if you are too cool to have embarrassing shoes, then your favorite shoes).

On an unrelated note, Amy was wearing blue socks again today.

There was this one time, in band camp...

If you came to this post just to read graphic details about me and my flute, you're a perv and should be ashamed of yourself. Besides, those adventures are only detailed in my private blog.
Ha...too bad for you.

Anyway, It looks like I picked the wrong instrument in band class...

You scored as Clarinet (ouch, I'll need more lubricant for that one!).

Clarinet - 75%
Flute - 67%
String Bass - 67%
French Horn - 67%
Bassoon - 67%
Tuba - 67%
Trombone - 67%
Violin - 58%
Cello - 58%
Viola - 42%
Percussion - 33%
Trumpet - 25%
Oboe - 25%

If you were in an orchestra what instrument would match your personality?

Monday Blues

Has it ever happened to you that you get dressed in the dark and you think you're wearing something that matches, and then when you get to where you're going and you look at yourself in the daylight you notice that you look like a maniac because your clothes don't match?....No? It's never happened to you? Oh...well, me either...I was just checking.
It did happen to ah..my friend..yes, ah, a friend of mine..she woke up this morning and she thought she was putting on black socks, but when she got to work this morning she realized that her socks were blue! Ha! So I'm sitting...um I mean my friend, there she was sitting at her desk wearing a pink shirt, black pants, black shoes and blue socks. She was very afraid of going to French class because she thought the kids were going to laugh and point at her blue socks (yes, this friend is also in my French class...shut up). She thought of what she would say to Amy (the girl that sits next to her) so that she can bring up the blue socks. She figured it was better to bring it up herself and make a joke about it rather than have Amy notice and silently think that she's color blind.
When she got to French class, they had arranged the chairs in a semi-circle and someone had taken her regular seat. She was late to class and was forced to walk in front of the whole class to get to the only chair available on the other side of the room. As she took her seat, she wondered if anyone had noticed the blue socks. She glanced over at Amy to see if she was staring at the socks and laughing, but that was not the case. Amy was lost in thought because she had worries of her own. You see, Amy was also wearing a pink shirt, black pants, black shoes and BLUE socks!!! Apparently I'm...um my friend is not the only one that did that this morning! Hopefully nobody took a picture of her, I'd hate for her to end up here.

Ink blot test

Claudia, your subconscious mind is driven most by Curiosity

You are full of questions about life, people, and your own potential. You spend more time than others imagining the possibilities for your life — and you're open to things others are too afraid to consider.

You have an almost physical need to know and do more. It's only through new experiences that you feel a greater understanding of yourself and the world. You also have a rebellious streak that shows up when you feel unable to truly influence the world or circumstances around you. Your appetite for novel experiences also shows an openness others don't have, but wish they did.

Your psyche is very rich; the more you learn about it, the more you will understand who you really are.

Click here to take the test.

Wednesday's Dinner

Microwave pizza for Wednesday night. So much for Chez Pierre's or some other nice dining establishment.


I stumbled on to this blog and I think it's a cool idea. Every week she comes up with a different item and on Fridays we all post a picture of that item. I think I'll play along. This week's topic for Photo Fridays is hands.

Jurassic Park

We did not end up going anywhere last night.

Me: So where are we going tonight?
R: What do you mean?
Me: To dinner, where are we going?
R: Oh, we're going out to dinner tonight? I have to go meet up with someone first.
Me: Hello! I told you we were going out tonight.
R: Ok, but after I meet up with the real estate agent.
Me: Ugh!

I then called my mom to arrange the babysitting:

Me: So can I bring him over?
Mom: For what?
Me: So you can watch him, so we can go to dinner.
Mom: You never told me you were going out tonight!
Me: Yes I did! I told you we were going out on Wednesday because R has the day off!
Mom: Well, your father and I are going out to dinner tonight.
Me: Ugh! Nevermind.

What is wrong with these people??? Am I not clear when I speak? Do I mumble? Am I speaking a foreign language? Personally, I think they just tune me out when I'm speaking. Either that or I'm crazy. Oh well, our anniversary is next week, so I guess we'll go out then.

In the meantime, C's screams have reached Jurassic proportions. Check out my little pterodactyl as I so affectionately like to call him.

Would you like fries with that?

I didn't do anything for Valentine's Day yesterday. The hubster was working late, so going out to dinner wasn't going to happen (ha ha silly rabbit, did you forget that you have a 4 month old? Work or not, romantic dinners aren't gonna happen). Besides, we never go out to dinner on Valentine's Day because R hates waiting for a table and I would imagine that yesterday, the eating establishments across town were packed. My glorious mother offered to watch C for us so that we could go out (take that silly rabbit), so we will be taking her up on her offer tonight. I don't know where we will be going yet, but hopefully it will not be anyplace where you can supersize your meals. If I remember correctly, one of my friends once told me that her boyfriend took her to McDonald's for Valentine's Day. How romantic. I wonder if Ronald McDonald goes around playing the violin for couples dining there on that day.

On a separate note, I bought a quesadilla for lunch today. The following verbal exchange ensued:

Lady at the counter: What do you want on your quesadilla?
Me: Chicken
Lady at the counter then plops some chicken in the tortilla and passes it on to the next worker even though I was not done requesting ingredients.
Me: I'd also like some beans.
Lady at the counter: bEAns?!?!
Me: Yes, beans.

Who is she to question what goes in my quesadilla? Is she the quesadilla queen? Do requests for ingredients have to be approved by her? WTF? I know this doesn't help me with resolution #13, but that's my problem not hers. Ok, rant over. Thanks for humoring me.

Pucker Up

Muah!

Happy Valentine's Day!

XOXO,
Christian

Cupid says Hi.

Happy Valentine's Day Everyone!

I don't have a picture of the kidlet to post because I'm a disaster and I left the camera at my mom's house yesterday. I will have to take a cute picture when I get home and post it tonight. It's a shame too because I have a really cute outfit for TLM (the little man) to wear today. Unfortunately, since it is so freakin' cold, I don't think he's going to get to wear it (only for the picture). Wow, what a waste of money, buying an outfit for only 5 minutes. I guess I better get used to it huh?

Here's something fun that I got from Brandon's Puppy. It's quite apropos (this word reminds me of my friend Chris, who writes really well and uses neat words such as this one) for today:

Your Candy Heart Says "Hug Me"

A total sweetheart, you always have a lot of love to give out. Your heart is open to where ever love takes you! Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a surprise romantic evening that you've planned out Your flirting style: lots of listening and talking What turns you off: fighting and conflict Why you're hot: you're fearless about falling in love

What Does Your Candy Heart Say?

I got some delicious Godiva chocolate (as if I need the calories) from my hubby this morning. Yum! I gave him a valentine that I made in French class yesterday. Yes, you read right, I made it out of construction paper and glue and stickers. It was quite fun. I made it in French class not because I was doing my own thing and not paying attention, but because that was what the teacher had us do. Hee hee, someone should tell her that she's teaching college, not kindergarten.

The wait is over

I know I have kept my dear blog readers (all 3 of you) in suspense this week, but alas, here is the answer to my little riddle from last week.

Please look at page three of The Halloweenist e-magazine, there you will find the answer to the riddle as well as my honorable mention as the winner for January.

For the record, I picked this print. It will go nicely with the other print that I have at home.

Mission Impossible

C had his Pediatrician appointment this week. He weighed in at 15+ pounds and his height was 25+ inches. He was in the 75th and 50th percentiles respectively. So my little man, is indeed a little man. I've heard that they grow when they sleep and since the little man seldom gets any sleep, then he does not grow. He also doesn't like to eat very much (definitely did NOT get that from me), so I'm surprised that the weight was as high as it was.

The doctor suggested that we start giving him cereal (start? hee hee), but she said to give it to him with a spoon and not in his bottle (oops). The little man had never eaten with a spoon before, so this was going to be fun. I put a bib on him and got started on our mission.

It went something like this:


Ewww what's this?


Oh, you mean I'm supposed to swallow it?


I don't like this stuff.

You missed my mouth mom...a little higher next time.

Give me the spoon, I'll do it. You're doing it all wrong.

Ok, I've had enough, take this thing off me.


















Overall, I think our cereal trial went well although I think he ended up wearing most of it. He had it all over his hands (since he kept putting his hands in his mouth), and then he would touch me with his hands, so it was then all over me as well. I found a couple of crusty cereal spots on my neck the next morning. Perhaps tomorrow the mission will not seem so impossible.

Happy Birthday Featherhead!

Even though I'm already out of college, I took the "What is Your Perfect Major?" quiz the other day, the results of which reminded me of the following:

In middle school, my friend Cristy and I had Algebra class together. We used to talk throughout the whole class and never paid attention to our teacher, Mr. Moore. Our grades in math reflected this (so did our subsequent visit to summer school that year). Our other friend Ayleen was also in this class. She was a good student, that is, before she met Cristy and I.

One particular day, Cristy and I were jabbering it up as usual, when Mr. Moore finally had had enough. He got very mad at us and asked Ayleen something to the effect of "you're so smart, why do you hang out with these two featherheads?". Was he implying that Cristy and I were not smart? Especially in math? Hmph!...I'll show him.

Here are the results of my quiz:

You scored as Mathematics. You should be a Math major! Like Pythagoras, you are analytical, rational, and are always ready to tackle the problem head-on! Mathematics 83% Linguistics 58% Dance 58% Philosophy 42% English 42% Journalism 42% Art 42% Engineering 33% Psychology 33% Sociology 33% Anthropology 25% Biology 25% Theater 8% Chemistry 0% What is your Perfect Major?

I feel like going back to my middle school and saying:
Take THAT Mr. Moore!...and I got my MBA in Finance too...so THERE!
He's probably retired by now though, so I'll resist the temptation.

Today is my fellow featherhead's birthday. Happy Birthday my dear friend and thank you for the memories!

I'm a wiener

I get a monthly e-newsletter from The Haunted Studio. Every month there is a contest where you have to answer a brain teaser question (I love those). From all the correct entries received, one winner is picked and that person gets their choice of any of Lew's haunted house watercolor prints (I love them). Well, the winner for January was yours truly!

Here is the question that I answered correctly:

THE PROBLEM:
You're Igor, and Dr. Frankenstein, who is up to his elbows in final assembly, hands you two empty buckets and says, "Bring me exactly two quarts of blood from the big blood tank out back!"

You know that one bucket will hold thirteen quarts and the other will hold seven quarts, but there are no markings to guide you in filling them. The buckets are heavy even when empty, and you know that with two quarts in a bucket, you can carry only one.

Clever Igor that you are, you return in time with the requisite two quarts of blood, and hand the bucket to Dr. F., who immediately puts it to its intended use. Then he turns to you, and exclaims, "Clever, Igor, you got it exactly right." How did you do it? (Hint: It took you five pours.)

Can you figure it out?

I'll post the answer later this week.

I've been a bad crayon

You are

What Rejected Crayon Are You?

Aunt Flo McPhee

After a 13 month long hiatus, Aunt Flo made an unwanted re-entry into my life last night. I did not have any of the paraphernalia that is required for such a visit, so I was totally ill-prepared. The only stuff I had on hand was the foot-longs from the hospital, so right now I feel like I'm walking around with a rolled up towel between my legs. Not pretty. I also am having major back, stomach and uterine pain. Not fun. I guess my system is trying to get itself up and running again.

On a related note, Aunt Flo is no longer visiting my friend Lisa (middle). Today she is twelve weeks pregnant and I am very happy for her! Yay! Double Yay! (it could be twins afterall).

On an unrelated note, I went to see Nanny McPhee last Sunday and I totally loved it! It was a very cute and funny movie. I was crying at the end because it was very fairytalesque (and because I'm such a crybaby). That is now my favorite movie of the moment.

I have this quirky/wierd thing about me that when I see a movie and I really like it, I become a bit obsessed with it and/or it's main character. This fascination can last anywhere from a week up to several months. Favorites from the past have been: Annie, Austin Powers, Titanic, Moulin Rouge, Pirates of the Caribbean and the Grinch.

Nanny McPhee has now been added to this list as well. Recently I discovered that most of the characters on my list also have something else in common. Friends of mine, if you have been paying attention, you too may notice a trend and in turn figure out what the ensuing reprecussions of her having been added to the list may be.

Tickle Me Christian

Christian has learned some new tricks in the past week. He laughs now, you know, like hee hee hee. He doesn't just smile anymore, now there is actual air coming out through his windpipe. He does it when I tickle him or when we play peek-a-boo or when I put on my clown outfit and dance around the room (doesn't everyone do that?). The first time he did it, I was so surprised and so happy that I was the one that was cracking up...I practically cried:

Me: Tickle tickle tickle
Christian: Hee hee hee
Me: Mom! Did you see that? He laughs now!
Mom: Yes, I know.
Me: Oh. He's done it before? Why didn't you tell me? When did he first laugh?
Mom: Um...just now.

I guess she felt bad that I was missing all his firsts. No matter how much I pressed, she wouldn't tell me when he laughed for the first time. I guess she wanted me to feel like I actually witnessed the first laugh. Either that or she really did forget, which is also very probable. I ask her all the time about stuff that I used to do when I was a baby/child and she doesn't remember:

Me: When did I smile for the first time?
Mom: I don't know.
Me: When did I walk for the first time?
Mom: Beats me.
Me: Do you even know my birthday?
Mom: Some time in 1975 right?

Great...and I was the first born. She doesn't remember my brother's things either, and he's only 20.

The other thing C does now is scream. We used to have conversations together and he would make a face and make a cute little noise. This week, he discovered that the cute little noise can be brought up an octave and increased in decibels. He still makes the cute little face while doing it (like if he's struggling to get just the right pitch). Whoever Whomever Anyone who heard him would swear that he's angry, but he screams like a banshee and then laughs about it. Yesterday he stayed home with his Dad and showed off his new little trick. Good thing I forewarned Ren, otherwise he would have felt like a terrible parent:

Me: How was the baby today?
Ren: He screamed the whole day; I don't know what I was doing wrong!

Maybe I shouldn't have told him, that way he would've been in awe of my superior parenting skills.

Ha ha. That would be mean.