Parenting FAIL

We all have them. The days were we do the thing that's before we had kids we swore we would never do. Today is one of those for me. Sophie is whiney. I am tired. So for dinner we are having goldfish crackers, yogurt, milk and whatever else I can scrounge up. We will be eating it on the couch while watching iCarly. I am also looking forward to bedtime because all my shows are on tonight.

Get Me Some TP!

My mom used to tell me all the time the only reason she had kids was so they could wait on her. I used to think she was kidding but as my child is getting older, I am beginning to realize the benefits to what my mom was preaching.

This weekend, Jeff and I were lounging around on the couch watching football while Sophie was contently playing on the floor. Let me just say, I love this age and it's independent play time. I no longer have to entertain her 24/7. Do I still enjoy getting down on the ground and playing with her? Absolutely- but I also love that I don't have to and she is just fine playing on her own.

So back to my story, Jeff get a sneezing fit and since he is covering his mouth in an attempt to not spray spit and snot on my couch, soaks his hand. Totally disgusting. He is about to get up to get some tissue to wipe his hand with when it dawns on him that he could get Sophie to get it for him. He calls to her to get her attention and tries as best he can to give her directions "Sophie, go into the bathroom and get Daddy some toilet paper". I am on the couch thinking there isn't a chance Sophie understand what he wants her to do. She waddles into our bathroom and she is in there for a while. Presumably playing since I am positive her toddle ADD has kicked in at this point.

But lo and behold, she surprises me but waddling back out to the living room holding toilet paper and hands it off to Jeff. I was stunned that she understood what he wanted her to do. Now, please keep in mind- up until this point TP has been off limits in our house since she likes to unroll it. So when she brought Jeff toilet paper & surprising me- she got some very enthusiastic "Good Job, Sophie!" and "You're such a smart little girl". Can you see where this is going?

Jeff and I went back to watching the game and Sophie went back to playing. Then next thing I know, she comes walking back out of our room with a trail of TP following her.  Guess who think's TP isn't off limits any more. Jeff and I quickly realized the error of our ways.

So until she is a bit older, we will continue to get our own TP and until then we have a ton of rolled up TP sitting on the counter waiting to be used.

Swiss Cake Rolls

 

Today at lunch, I scooted over to the KY Blood Center to donate my life giving blood in honor of a very special little girl who didn't get a chance to live her beautiful life.

It has been a long time since I have been to give blood. I use to go quite regularly and enjoyed knowing I was helping in my own small way. Since getting pregnant and having a kid, I just haven't found my way back there. I am a little ashamed of this since it only take 30 minutes max and the center is a hop, skip and a jump away from my work. I plan to put this on my lunch agenda every 60 days from here on out. In fact, I think I will go make a meeting request about it right now. Hold on a second.

*insert elevator music here*

OK, I am back.

So I was taking back quickly and the pre-screen began. All very standard. Answer some question, get your finger pricked to check your iron, take temp, blood pressure and pulse. All good.

They take me back to the chair. Ahh the chair. Legs elevated, chair is a slight recline. It is actually a slightly awkward position to be sat in. This older woman, who you could just tell knew what she was doing, said she would be right with me. Now, any of you who have give blood or had blood taken, you KNOW you want an experienced person to poke you. Otherwise, you are at risk to be poked several times before they hit a vein. So you can imagine the sigh of relief when I thought I was getting Ms. Experienced. I watched her finish up the guy next to me and waited patiently for my turn.

After a few minutes this very pretty and very young girl came up to me. Well damn! She starts prepping my stuff and I make casual chit chat. Come to find out she is fresh out of school with a marketing degree and couldn't find a job so she works at the blood center. A MARKETING DEGREE!! Thats what I do! Shit. Shit. Shit. I wish I hadn't even asked. She informs me you dont need any kind of degree to be a Phlebotomist. Just an 8 week course and they let you jam needles into peoples arms. I am sweating a little by this point. Lucky for me, I have easy veins and bleed like a stuck pig. Had my husband been in the chair this would be a completely different blog post.

Overall she did do a good job. Only stuck me once, albeit a little hard (ouch) and only had to jiggle the needle in my arm once to get the blood flowing (again, ouch). It hurt- but not unbearable. 15 minutes later I was drained of a pint of my blood. As I got up to leave, my Phlebotomist reminded me of the refreshments up front. Never one to turn down a treat, I went to see what they had. That's when I saw it. A Swiss Cake Roll! I haven't had one of these in FOREVER. It was sooooooooooo good too. I resisted the urge to  peel apart the rolls and lick the cream off, then devour the cake the way I would have if I was enjoying the cakey goodness from the privacy of my own home, but man I wanted to! I also resisted the urge to throw all of them into my purse and make a run for it. It reminded me why I dont buy these for the house.


Lesson of the day: I should give blood more often. Then I get a Swiss Cake Roll!

Fantasy Football

The weather is turning cooler, The leaves are beginning to change. The pools are closed. This can only mean one thing. Fall is coming. And with it, bring football. Ah football. How do I love these? The jersey. The big, strapping guys in those jerseys. The game day anticipation. I really do love football.

In the past, however, I have really only be into one team. My team. The blessed Cincinnati Bengals. They are MY team. And before you ask- no I don't care how many times they have been to jail or for what. I don't give a crap what they do in their private lives (for the most part- I do have a few exceptions *cough cough* Tom Brady *cough cough*). I just want them to pass the ball, run the ball, score a TD then block the heck out of the opponent.

Who Dey

This year, I have added a whole new aspect to my love of the game (and really it is the only game that matters). This year I am in a fantasy league.

It isn't like this- but it should be!

So since Thursday, I have been obsessively checking my laptop and my iPhone for scores on my match up this week. Worrying about how many guys I have left to play. Calculating the points of those players I benched this week. Check how many guys my opponent has left to play. It really is quite invigorating-- and time consuming. It is very much an obsession.

Now, I understand where my husband was coming from last year when he made us go sit in a McDonald's while in the middle of a home shopping trip just so he could use their wi-fi to set up his starting line. At the time, I made fun of him. Now I get it.

Much to my surprise, it looks like I am going to win my first week game. I am sure this will go a long way to fueling the fantasy football fire.

Pa-Pae

Pa-pae. That's Sophie word for paci. It is also a word Jeff and I hear constantly. Pa-pae! Pa-pae? Pa-pae. To the point we are stick of the Pa-pae.



So today starts the 1st full day with out the paci. It is still allowed at bedtime, but it doesn't come out of its box until we are ready to sit down in the rock to read and it goes back in the box the minute we wake up.

Should make for a fun weekend.

Dear Jillian Michaels

Please try not to kill me tomorrow.

Thanks,
Me
 


Seriously though, the 30 Day Shred is going to be tough. I only did Level 1 and my legs feel like jello.

Parent of the Year<--Right Here!

That's right. I have officially thrown my name into the ring to be 2010's Parent of the Year. Why? Well because I am the best or the best.

Point and case: Last night. Since Sophie ate a good dinner and we were playing outside at her sand and water table until bath time, I let her have a Fruit Chiller's popsicle thing. Well, she can't really push it up on her own so like a good mom I push the popsicle up for her.

At one point, while pushing the popsicle to the top, a big old glob of it fell on to the deck. Sophie just stared at it for a full minute. Then looked at me with an expression of "Why the hell did you do that, Mom?". I just stared back, waiting to she what she would do. Finally, Sophie squats down and begins picking up the chunks of popsicle (already beginning to melt) and shoving it into her mouth as fast as she could. Believe me when I say she picked up absolutely as much of that popsicle she could. I think if she knew how, she would have licked the juice off the deck as well.

She then topped the popsicle off with a big helping of sand. I just watched. Hey, if she likes sand who am I to question her.

Sick Baby & The Draft

After, the majority of the year being healthy we finally got hit by a bug at our house. Sophie was the unfortunately recipient of said bug. Started out on Monday, when I picked her up from DC and she had a slight fever. No biggy- probably just teeth right?

Well, Tuesday morning she woke up screaming and hotter than a whore in hell. I brought her in bed with me around 6 30 and wasn't able to get up to get ready for work until Jeff got home right around 7. We dosed her with Motrin and around 10 30 Jeff too her to daycare because she didnt have a fever (I would like to note, I did not think this was a good idea).

So at 2:30, I am not surprised to see daycare's number pop up on my caller id. Sophie's sick. We need to come get her. Gotcha. I leave work to pick her up and get home with her around 3. We sit patiently (sort of) on the couch for Jeff to call and say he is on his way home. I still have to go back to work. He finally gets home at 4 and I head back into work. I get there around 4:30.

Now, I am sure my boss was wondering what the heck I was doing back there since I usually leave at 5 for the day. Well, because it is Draft Day. Yep, I have wait for this day for weeks now and I was not going to miss out on picking my perfect team for my first year of Fantasy Football.


So yes- in short- I left my sick child at home with my very capable husband, just so I could go fight it out from some guys in spandex pants. Does that make me a bad mom?

By the way- Sophie woke up free and clear from her fever this morning.