Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Not easy being 30


I hate being an adult. All the stress and the responsibility gets to be too much sometimes. Not sure I would really ever want to go back to being a teenager again, but I was thinking today that 3 might be a good age. I look at my daughter and she get to run around all day in various states of undress and still look cute, she gets to play and make messes and someone else cleans them up, when ever anything does not go her way she gets to scream and holler, whine and whimper to her hearts content. Today I want to scream and whine about everything that is not going my way. I don't want to clean up any of the messes I made and... I WANT A NAP! Three year old get a nap whenever they want one. Yes, today I want to be 3 years old. Maybe I will grow up tomorrow. Then again, maybe not.

Friday, February 19, 2010

No Modesty

My children have no modesty. At least not in utero anyway. With every ultrasound I've had to determine the sex, my babies have proudly displayed their gender. Never have we had any question as to what we were having. Even the doctor commented last night on our new little baby BOY's lack of modesty. Thats right! we are having another BOY. To tell you honestly, I was a bit disappointed. But the truth is I know I would be disappointed if we were having girl instead. With already having one of each, there are so many qualities about each one that I just love so much that it is a little bit sad not to get to reapeat that. But I am happy, eveything seems to be going just fine, and thats what matters right.
So in unrelated news, I was at my mothers the other day when the doorbell rang. As my mom was on the phone, I answered it. A salesman, probably in his mid 30's, introduced himself and then asked me if my mom or dad was home. WHAT?! My mom or dad? Here I am 30 years old and pregnant and he is aking for my mom or dad! Now I am not sure if I am supposed to be flattered here or offended (I am leaning towards offended). Either I look so young that I am not old enough to be the owner of the home or I look old enough but incapable of being the owner of the home. Either way I was non too happy about the conversation. Maybe I should have asked to meet his grandson and see how he felt.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Oh Yes I Did!

Help!
I just ate a whole can of Pringles all by myself! Quick, someone come up with a good rationalization as to why its ok before the calories actually count!