My excuse.

I've had several people ask me if my computer is broken because I've been a pitiful blogger lately. In answer to this query- Nope. My computer is fine and dandy (for the moment). The main reason I haven't been blogging is this: I am hot! Ever since we got back from Alabama, our house has been sweltering, even with the swamp cooler on its highest setting. The lowest temperature our house has been in two weeks is 86 degrees. That doesn't exactly make a pregnant lady very happy. So I have spent my days as a hobo, bouncing between my mom's house and friends' houses... using them all for the sweet cool of refrigerated air.

After months of discussion, Barry and I finally agreed it was time to pay the pretty penny and get real A.C. for ourselves. We justify the massive cost by our recent decision to stay in Carlsbad a little longer than we had originally planned. So, this last Wednesday, "Dynamic Heating and Cooling" came to our house, ripped out the beastly furnace (the original furnace from the '50s) and also ripped out part of our wall in the process... sigh. On Thursday, I asked them if they would be done that day, and the foreman assured me they were definitely going to be done. YAY!!!!! BUT.... (there always seems to be a "but") their electrician just happens to be on vacation for the next two weeks! They have a substitute electrician but it would take days for them to get all the proper permits, but he said they would come on Monday.

Monday. No electrician. Barry called the company and now they have decided the electrician might be here Wednesday or Thursday... "might be"- my favorite phrase. So it's Wednesday, it's in the high 80s, and I' m still waiting... I have to say, amidst this whole predicament, I've developed the greatest empathy for the Wicked Witch of the West. I know exactly how she feels!

Hmmm...

Tonight, someone asked if a fifteen year old boy was my son.


Being mistaken for an older woman is not as flattering as people make it out to be.

Another motherhood moment...

So, Barry and I are involved in the community theatre's summer musical, "Joseph and the Technicolor Dream Coat". Fortunately for us, Grayson's bedtime falls right about the time that rehearsal starts, so for the last few weeks we have just carted him and his portable bed with us. We set up the bed in a back room and baddabing... Instant bedtime. It has worked out so well, and no one in the cast has been bothered by our home-away-from-home-ing.

Well....

Tonight, Grayson cried for about half an hour. When he realized that no one was coming to his rescue, he climbed out of his crib to find us. (It's a really small theatre, so hold back your gasps. We could hear him open the door kind of small theatre.) So he runs over to me and.... he's poopy. Like the find a gas mask and run for your life, kind of poopy.

And......

We forgot his diaper bag.

Sooooo....

Barry and I had to hold him for the entire rehearsal which ran 40 minutes later than it usually does.

And now........

we all smell like find the gas mask and run for your life poop.

My deepest apologies go out to the cast who had to be near us tonight. I apologize. I'm a mommy. And I stink.

THE SCOOP!

Well, it's official! Barry and I are having a GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO!!! I am sooooo excited!

And we are officially scheduled to have my C-section (I have to have a C-section. They don't allow VBAC's in Carlsbad) on October 6th! I don't know what time yet, but that's the News! YAY for babies!

This is the most innappropriate picture I will ever post of my little girl. When the doctor was checking the sex, he said, "Oh, I see a little hamburger!" I said, "did you just call it a hamburger?" and he points at it and says, "Well, that's what it looks like!" haha! So there you go. With Grayson they said they saw his "little floater" and now we have a "little hamburger"! Do you think they teach those terms in medical school? hahaha!

Here's her face. (We only have a 2D Sonogram machine here) She sort of looks like an japanese anime character... haha

Another day...

Well, today was MORTIFYING!!!! The worst moment of Mommyhood, thus far. We just got back from Alabama, so our fridge was completely empty. Grayson and I decided to do a harmless shopping trip to Walmart. Now, Grayson is WILD. RAMBUNCTIOUS. ANTSY. (Insert your own word here). He WILL NOT sit in the basket with a seat belt, so I let him ride in the cart (ignoring the warning sign they place on all shopping carts) but it has worked out well so far.

Today, I was simply reaching for a loaf of bread, turning my back for five brief seconds, just to turn around in time to see my son nose dive out of the shopping cart and hit his head on the floor. (It looked awful, I honestly thought he broke his neck for a few seconds.) But, two Walmart workers just happened to be walking by when it happened so they jump on their walkie-talkies and call a bunch of people over with a first aid kit and paper work. The store manager comes and makes me fill out a statement paper, and then she kept asking me, "Now you DIDN'T have him strapped in, correct?" She asked me that like five times, as if making sure I knew the whole incident was my fault. I was so grateful though, a passerby just happened to be an EMT so she came over and checked out Grayson and she actually snapped at the manager, pointing out that their shopping cart didn't even have a seat belt on it. Finally, they warned me about the signs of concussions, brought me a new cart with a seat belt, then told me they would be calling tomorrow and left after asking me if I was sure Grayson didn't need an icepack. I was just waiting for her to give me the "worst mother of the year" award, the way she was treating me. After they left, the EMT lady said, "Don't let them bother you, they're just worried about getting sued. All three of my kids have had broken noses and arms by falling off of stuff... that's just what kids do. "
It was nice to have someone there be a little understanding or sympathetic. I KNOW it was my fault (and partially my wild child's fault) for falling out of the cart. But still... it was so embarrassing. I guess I am officially inducted into the Motherhood club. Luckily Grayson didn't even get a bruise. I won't be stepping foot in a store for a while.

Photo shoot...

You can judge me or call me a bad mother, but you're wrong. It was a brilliant plan.

I've always wanted to take pictures of Grayson by our tree. Don't ask me why... I just love those pictures of little kids on or by trees. Unfortunately, Grayson has a mind of his own now and refuses to pose or smile for any kind of photo. Well, he was climbing this very tree the other day and his little foot slipped and was caught in a Y part at the bottom. Instead of helping my poor stuck child, I saw an opportunity. Fate was playing its part so I ran inside to get the camera (Don't gasp too loudly, the camera was right by the door!) My little boy was trapped, glued to the tree I've always wanted to capture on film and I got to snap all the pictures I wanted! He couldn't move! (Insert evil laugh here.) In most of them, he is shouting, "MA!" (That's Mom in Grayson talk) and trying to break free, but I got a few cute ones. No smiles, but cute. And in the end, he finally sat for five seconds so I could take one last picture... So I'll take that as a sign that he wasn't too traumatized.

GRRRR....

I don't have anything fun and exciting to blog about so here is a gripe, because people love listening to other people complain right? RIGHT??? Anyway, Here are things that drive me crazy.
1- TEXTING in the movie theatre. Seriously, if you honestly think people won't notice and become irritated by the constant little flashing light of your phone screen... you're probably not bright enough to be using a cell phone.

2- Teenagers who talk CONSTANTLY during movies. (Can you tell I recently went to the movies?) There was a group of about ten teenagers who talked during our entire ACTION movie... WHO DOES THAT?!?!? I can understand maybe wanting to chat during a sappy drama, but this was WOLVERINE! There were explosions, slashings, fight scenes, sexy men... YOU JUST DON'T chat DURING ALL OF THAT!!!!

3- Teenagers in general. (and children) OK, I know a lot of great teenagers BUT... I feel like the majority of youth nowadays are simply not being taught respect... and yes I blame the parents. My good friend is a second grade teacher and she already has bratty kids talking back to her. I heard of a kindergartener (I think I massacred the spelling of that) that yelled at the teacher using the Mother of all Swear words!!! Teenagers crack jokes about things I consider entirely sacred. AND... THEY TALK DURING MOVIES!! What is WRONG!?!?! Where are the parents and WHAT THE HECK are they teaching these poor kids!?!

4- It's hot!!!

That's it. That's my gripe. Maybe I shouldn't go to the movie theatre anymore. I think the stress it causes might be bad for the baby!