Saturday, March 26, 2011

back on Sunday

Friday, March 25, 2011

Daddy and Ava's Downtown Date

While I escaped for a much needed haircut (see: it's been five months ) daddy and Ava hit the town.








Thursday, March 24, 2011

New Years Resolutions 2011

1 Do a better job recycling


2 Stand up straight


3 Be less hard on myself




I didn't want to do the obvious lose weight. Duh! That's an always kind of thing when you are an American female being assaulted by the media 24/7.

I didn't need to choose quit smoking. It's been years since I had one of those horrible cigarettes.

I had to come up with some manageable goals. I did not want to choose anything so outlandish it could not be achieved. That's no good for the old self esteem. I think we've established that's been on shaky ground.

I already recycle. I don't always wash out containers or properly sort. That's what I'm working on. Washing out food containers and finding out what items I can actually put in the bin. Otherwise it's quite pointless because at the sorting plant they'll just turn your good intentions back into trash.

Stand up straight young lady! After years at an office desk and nine months as a swollen moose at an office desk, I am quite slumped. I am the letter C. When I was a young child my grandmother would smack me across the back with a yardstick when I was slouching. I try to conjure this image whenever possible. Fear is a great motivator. Just ask Saddham Hussein any dictator.

Be less hard on myself. I am so self critical. It's pretty disgusting(end bullying). I wouldn't want anyone I love to be as hard on themselves. This one is difficult. I'm starting with snapshots. When I see a candid shot of myself I cringe in agony. I am trying to look at photos with new eyes. I am trying to see the moment they capture not my flaws. Next, I'll move on to self depreciating inner dialogue. That's going to be a fun one. I'll let you know how it goes. Rather, the voices and I will let you know how it goes.








Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Stash Hash Installment 1

Ava's first cloth diaper


One of the things that attracts me to cloth diapering is the term cloth mama's use for their supply of diapers. It is stash. I like having a stash. It's like having something secret that no one else has. It definitely refers to something fun.

The first diapers to join the stash were five Kawaii pocket diapers. The Kawaii performed beyond my wildest dreams and instead of resorting back to disposables I washed those five diapers repeatedly.  Kawaii pockets are now the backbone of my stash. I have approximately twenty. They never do me wrong. They are also very daddy friendly.They go on just like a disposable only with snaps.

I also ordered two Sun Baby's because I saw a comment from a mommy saying they did not give red marks on her baby's legs.  These are now what I would call my very last resort. One is diapering a toy Elmo. The other may possibly be dissected for curiosity's sake. I do not recommend these. Step away from the Sun Baby's.







*all products were purchased by the author. these opinions are the author's. no company participated by sending any samples.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Big Fat Tuesday

We just wanted to go out to breakfast. It was the day after Daddy's 39th birthday and we were still celebrating.
Our favorite spot for breakfast is a Big Easy /French style restaurant across town. We got it together, dressed ourselves, dressed the baby, and packed the baby's traveling things. When we arrived we discovered it was
                                             
                                                 FAT FUCKING FRENCHING TUESDAY!


We also discovered our favorite breakfast spot isn't exactly prepared for babies.
They have ONE highchair and TWO tables where you can be seated with said highchair. We wound up in a booth with a seven month old baby.  If you don't have kids just pretend you are starving and have just been seated but you must wrangle a small greased piglet during your entire meal.





                                                         my plate
                                                                                            daddy's plate


He offered to take her over to his side several times. I was too annoyed to accept help. I declined his offers. I got my cocktail down my throat and a few bites of beignets.


Restaurateurs I beg of you, if you are open for day service please think of the babysitter challenged diner. I know we breeders are a lowly bunch but, some of us do enjoy good food.

One more time
                                                                  my plate


What the F is fat tuesday anyhow? I know what it is please don't leave me comments explaining. I'm just saying why do I have to starve so that a bunch of Catholics can clog up my favorite breakfast spot.