I should be very scared...
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Little Girls
I'm an aunt again!!
Darin and Jamie had their little girl Sunday.
Paityn Michelle 8lbs 10oz 20 inches.
I cannot wait to see her. While I am home for Thanksgiving I will be taking her newborn photos. Yay!! Needless to say I am excited!! We don't have nearly enough little girls in my family.
I may have gone overboard on the cute little pink stuff...
Darin and Jamie had their little girl Sunday.
Paityn Michelle 8lbs 10oz 20 inches.
I cannot wait to see her. While I am home for Thanksgiving I will be taking her newborn photos. Yay!! Needless to say I am excited!! We don't have nearly enough little girls in my family.
I may have gone overboard on the cute little pink stuff...
Friday, November 13, 2009
Yipee
I'm home all weekend. I can't wait till Austin gets home. I have a whole list of stuff we are doing this weekend. Lucky him I have even slotted in time for him to sleep in tomorrow until 9:30.
He should count his lucky stars I'm feeling generous.
Now I'm off to finish Monkey's photoshoot... I might even get to take a photo of Mason too.
He should count his lucky stars I'm feeling generous.
Now I'm off to finish Monkey's photoshoot... I might even get to take a photo of Mason too.
I'm OLD
Okay so my birthday is coming up...
I am so not looking forward to being 29. It just sounds so old.
Anyways enough complaining...
This year my husband got me a parenting book. Yes! A parenting book.
A new child by Friday by Dr. Kevin Leman. I'll be sure to let you know if it is a good read or not.
Austin read a couple of chapters last night and liked it. That just doesn't bode well for this book. Austin's taste in literature blows!! He likes very technical stuff. Stuff that puts me to sleep. I actually keep a book of his that he wanted me to read on my night stand. When I wake in the middle of the night and just can't fall asleep that is what I reach for. Works EVERY TIME. I think I'm on page 33 now. Progress I tell! Progress!!
Oh so I was talking about how I'm turning another year older...
Yep... the only consolation this year is that Marianne is turning 31. It is comforting knowing she will always be older than me. It is also great that people think Cameron is older than me. She may not like it but I guess maybe she should be taking better care of her skin and stay out of the tanning bed. Poor girl is getting wrinkles. Don't worry though I don't make too much fun of her.
It also doesn't help that my husband is 14 months younger than me either. I am beginning to love the beard because it makes him look older. Especially with the gray that is showing up at the temples.
I am so not looking forward to being 29. It just sounds so old.
Anyways enough complaining...
This year my husband got me a parenting book. Yes! A parenting book.
A new child by Friday by Dr. Kevin Leman. I'll be sure to let you know if it is a good read or not.
Austin read a couple of chapters last night and liked it. That just doesn't bode well for this book. Austin's taste in literature blows!! He likes very technical stuff. Stuff that puts me to sleep. I actually keep a book of his that he wanted me to read on my night stand. When I wake in the middle of the night and just can't fall asleep that is what I reach for. Works EVERY TIME. I think I'm on page 33 now. Progress I tell! Progress!!
Oh so I was talking about how I'm turning another year older...
Yep... the only consolation this year is that Marianne is turning 31. It is comforting knowing she will always be older than me. It is also great that people think Cameron is older than me. She may not like it but I guess maybe she should be taking better care of her skin and stay out of the tanning bed. Poor girl is getting wrinkles. Don't worry though I don't make too much fun of her.
It also doesn't help that my husband is 14 months younger than me either. I am beginning to love the beard because it makes him look older. Especially with the gray that is showing up at the temples.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Take That!!
So, I guess, it should come as no surprise that Austin and I often butt heads. We don't always see eye to eye and not just because he is 14 inches taller than me.
Austin has this threshold on the amount of questions I ask in one day. I know, totally stupid, right? Anyways I have 20 points everyday. You will notice I didn't say questions because some questions count as more points than others.
For instance, How was your day? counts as 24. There by taking all my credits for that day and 4 from the next day. That leaves me with 16 points for the next day.
Have I mentioned that my husband is crazy...
So this has been irritating me for awhile, as you can just imagine.
Well last night I was brewing for a fight! Why you ask? Because my TV in the kitchen, the room where I spend most of my day, is not working. Now your wondering why that would be my husbands fault. Duh!! Everything is his fault!! Always! Everything!!
Well this one actually is his fault. The TV just has bunny ear antenna and needs to be hooked up to coax cable that is hooked up to the roof top antenna. That way I might get some reception. So anyways... yesterday afternoon I accidently shut the antenna in the cabinet door and it broke and now nothing comes in and he didn't see this as a huge deal when I called and complained to him at work.
As you can imagine this really made me mad because I've had the supplies he needs to finish the job right for a long time and have asked him repeatedly to fix it. So many times in fact that just asking him "please fix my antenna?" counts as 50 points whereas he shuts down and will not listen to another word I say all night.
So last night he gets home in a fairly good mood and I ruin it by telling him to keep his ears open. I know, I know how to poke a sleeping dragon.
I explained to him that I wasn't taking anymore shit and that he was going to have to get it done and done right because I wasn't going to beg and plead for him to get it done. I might have also told him that I didn't marry my father. That really set him off. After all the fighting and the um... fake... tears there wasn't a whole lot he could do with it in the dark so he is to fix it tonight.
I also laid down some other ground rules.
1. when the trash is full change it. If my father can manage to get it done so can he...
2. From now on when I ask him a question ANY question he has to answer. When I ask him how his day was he is to tell me fine because I don't want our son watching him treat me this way. Mason does not need to think it is okay to treat anyone this way let alone his mother or his future wife (who will owe me big time someday)
I recently let him read The Birth Order Book by Dr Kevin Lehman and in it it explains why he is the way he is. After he got done reading it I said "So you are a perfectionist and I am the easy to get along with middle child, who do you think is at fault for all the fights we have?" That's right his fault.
I told him I am done negotiating. I have negotiated for the last 10 years and I was done. From now on what I say goes. I realize this won't last long. I plan to keep it up just long enough that it makes him good and mad.
I figure I can't do any worse than he has.
Starting with the antenna to my tv. He has until midnight to get it done and then I am doing it myself. I told him that I plan to come straight up through the floor behind the fridge. His eyes got huge and I don't think we will have any other major issues with this problem. Time will tell though.
Austin has this threshold on the amount of questions I ask in one day. I know, totally stupid, right? Anyways I have 20 points everyday. You will notice I didn't say questions because some questions count as more points than others.
For instance, How was your day? counts as 24. There by taking all my credits for that day and 4 from the next day. That leaves me with 16 points for the next day.
Have I mentioned that my husband is crazy...
So this has been irritating me for awhile, as you can just imagine.
Well last night I was brewing for a fight! Why you ask? Because my TV in the kitchen, the room where I spend most of my day, is not working. Now your wondering why that would be my husbands fault. Duh!! Everything is his fault!! Always! Everything!!
Well this one actually is his fault. The TV just has bunny ear antenna and needs to be hooked up to coax cable that is hooked up to the roof top antenna. That way I might get some reception. So anyways... yesterday afternoon I accidently shut the antenna in the cabinet door and it broke and now nothing comes in and he didn't see this as a huge deal when I called and complained to him at work.
As you can imagine this really made me mad because I've had the supplies he needs to finish the job right for a long time and have asked him repeatedly to fix it. So many times in fact that just asking him "please fix my antenna?" counts as 50 points whereas he shuts down and will not listen to another word I say all night.
So last night he gets home in a fairly good mood and I ruin it by telling him to keep his ears open. I know, I know how to poke a sleeping dragon.
I explained to him that I wasn't taking anymore shit and that he was going to have to get it done and done right because I wasn't going to beg and plead for him to get it done. I might have also told him that I didn't marry my father. That really set him off. After all the fighting and the um... fake... tears there wasn't a whole lot he could do with it in the dark so he is to fix it tonight.
I also laid down some other ground rules.
1. when the trash is full change it. If my father can manage to get it done so can he...
2. From now on when I ask him a question ANY question he has to answer. When I ask him how his day was he is to tell me fine because I don't want our son watching him treat me this way. Mason does not need to think it is okay to treat anyone this way let alone his mother or his future wife (who will owe me big time someday)
I recently let him read The Birth Order Book by Dr Kevin Lehman and in it it explains why he is the way he is. After he got done reading it I said "So you are a perfectionist and I am the easy to get along with middle child, who do you think is at fault for all the fights we have?" That's right his fault.
I told him I am done negotiating. I have negotiated for the last 10 years and I was done. From now on what I say goes. I realize this won't last long. I plan to keep it up just long enough that it makes him good and mad.
I figure I can't do any worse than he has.
Starting with the antenna to my tv. He has until midnight to get it done and then I am doing it myself. I told him that I plan to come straight up through the floor behind the fridge. His eyes got huge and I don't think we will have any other major issues with this problem. Time will tell though.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
My Bio
This is my bio. It is written from Austin point of view because it is his blog not mine. It should be how he sees me not how I see myself. I personally think it is wonderful but you are more than welcome to give your opinion. I think this is the one he should use because it is light and gives him an out to blame me for everything without seeming like a douche bag.
Laura is a stay home mom with a little photography business that helps her stay sane. She also works at the local gas station to fulfill her adult conversation needs. She only has 20 questions a day she may ask me. Asking me how my day was counts as 24 questions and she is so far in the negative that she may never get caught up to ask me more questions.
We have been married for almost 10 years. The BEST 10 years of my life! She understands my sense of humor and is always there to call 911 if the need should ever arise.
She is in charge of paying bills, cleaning, laundry and watching our son. Basically making sure that I have food to eat, clothes to wear, dishes to eat off of, and making sure that our son doesn’t wander too far from home.
She is the main chaos creator and I could not love her more.
Laura is a stay home mom with a little photography business that helps her stay sane. She also works at the local gas station to fulfill her adult conversation needs. She only has 20 questions a day she may ask me. Asking me how my day was counts as 24 questions and she is so far in the negative that she may never get caught up to ask me more questions.
We have been married for almost 10 years. The BEST 10 years of my life! She understands my sense of humor and is always there to call 911 if the need should ever arise.
She is in charge of paying bills, cleaning, laundry and watching our son. Basically making sure that I have food to eat, clothes to wear, dishes to eat off of, and making sure that our son doesn’t wander too far from home.
She is the main chaos creator and I could not love her more.
Terrible Twos
I think the dining room table is in a bad spot...I was doing laundry and trying to get some things done and Mason was busy being Mason.
First he drug most of his toys out to play underfoot.
Then he decided to color on the back of the chair... again...
Then as I was switching laundry over he decided to hook the dog leash up to the fan pull.
Can I just say AWESOME!!
He looks so proud of himself...
This is what I get when I tell him no.Sweet...
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Jar
My son has decided that his name is Jar.
Do you know how upsetting this is as a mother for her son to rename himself? Okay, so maybe he didn't do it so much as take a nickname. But still, to introduce himself as 'Jar'.
It only broke my heart a little. I am trying to be brave about it.
I know your wondering where he got Jar from... Grandpa Stan has always calls him Jar. Not real sure why, okay, so I know why. Mason 'Jar'. Ha Ha. I know real funny.
I always figured Mason would one day get upset about it and demand to be called Mason but I was so wrong. So very wrong!!
This last Sunday Mason and I went with Grandpa to Shenandoah for dinner (lunch for you all you non-old people) and this friend of Grandpa's asked Mason his name and he said 'Jar'. I couldn't believe it! Jar!! Everyone at the table had a good laugh about it. Everyone but me. Oh I was laughing on the outside but inside I was dying...
I tried to convince myself that it was a one time deal. That maybe, just maybe, he did it because Grandpa had been calling him that all day.
No such luck. On our way home we had a couple of stops and at each one he told people his name was Jar. People that we know, that know his name is Mason. They all looked at me all strange, like I had taught him this new joke or something.
I guess it's better than one of his friends giving him a nickname later on in life.
Do you know how upsetting this is as a mother for her son to rename himself? Okay, so maybe he didn't do it so much as take a nickname. But still, to introduce himself as 'Jar'.
It only broke my heart a little. I am trying to be brave about it.
I know your wondering where he got Jar from... Grandpa Stan has always calls him Jar. Not real sure why, okay, so I know why. Mason 'Jar'. Ha Ha. I know real funny.
I always figured Mason would one day get upset about it and demand to be called Mason but I was so wrong. So very wrong!!
This last Sunday Mason and I went with Grandpa to Shenandoah for dinner (lunch for you all you non-old people) and this friend of Grandpa's asked Mason his name and he said 'Jar'. I couldn't believe it! Jar!! Everyone at the table had a good laugh about it. Everyone but me. Oh I was laughing on the outside but inside I was dying...
I tried to convince myself that it was a one time deal. That maybe, just maybe, he did it because Grandpa had been calling him that all day.
No such luck. On our way home we had a couple of stops and at each one he told people his name was Jar. People that we know, that know his name is Mason. They all looked at me all strange, like I had taught him this new joke or something.
I guess it's better than one of his friends giving him a nickname later on in life.
The Daddy Blogger
My husband has decided to become a daddy blogger. I don't know why. I don't question such things as I probably should.
A couple of months ago he read a dooce® over my shoulder and since then I've caught him reading a couple of different other ones also.
Lord knows he shouldn't run out of material. It has been interesting to see his take on things. I'm noticing it is a little skewed. Okay maybe a lot. Details Details.
At least he can't complain about my blogging anymore...
I am curious to see if he refers to his sister as Princess Hateful also.
And now I'm off to finish my bio for him. I also have to take a photo of Monkey for his banner. I was thinking I would get one of monkey hanging from the ceiling fan pull. I don't know yet though. There are so many possibilities. It really all depends on if Mason will let me touch Monkey.
I'm going to encourage you to stop over and visit him, leave him a little love. Just a little because after all he is my husband and I'm just a little attached.
A couple of months ago he read a dooce® over my shoulder and since then I've caught him reading a couple of different other ones also.
Lord knows he shouldn't run out of material. It has been interesting to see his take on things. I'm noticing it is a little skewed. Okay maybe a lot. Details Details.
At least he can't complain about my blogging anymore...
I am curious to see if he refers to his sister as Princess Hateful also.
And now I'm off to finish my bio for him. I also have to take a photo of Monkey for his banner. I was thinking I would get one of monkey hanging from the ceiling fan pull. I don't know yet though. There are so many possibilities. It really all depends on if Mason will let me touch Monkey.
I'm going to encourage you to stop over and visit him, leave him a little love. Just a little because after all he is my husband and I'm just a little attached.
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