Luck o' the Irish!

A while ago, I mentioned to someone that I wanted to get Grayson a Happy Saint Patty's day shirt and the person informed me that I was not Irish, therefore should not celebrate the Holiday! That's just absurd! I have always decked out in full-green attire for the day so as not to get pinched (Why that is the tradition... anyone know?). And ever since I can remember, my parents made Brinner (Breakfast for dinner) for the Holiday and dyed everything Green. And I mean everything. Green Eggs and pancakes all the way down to green milk. Green milk is actually very hard to swallow, it just seems so wrong.

This is a tradition I have wanted to pass on to my family, but Tuesdays just happen to be Barry's early class. On Tuesdays, I pick him up from work at five, we hurry home so he can change, and then he's off to a 5:30 class. I wanted to make Brinner, but that's a timely meal, and I didn't want to wait till he got home from class because Grayson would be asleep so I decided to go with sandwiches. GREEN chicken salad sandwiches. It looked so gross... almost worse than green milk. But I served it all on green dinnerware and we drank green Koolaid and had green jello for dessert. It was fun. But seeing green chicken may not be the best thing for a pregnant person... ICK. I love Holidays!

My apologies!

After reading certain comments, I need to apologize. I guess I never made an official announcement to my blogging friends... For those of you who are confused about my last few blogs: I am pregnant! My first doctor's appointment is this Friday (ABOUT TIME!) but without the official sonogram, I am due October 16th. That might change after Friday! So right now, I am about eight weeks along, and this pregnancy is a billion times easier than the last one. There's no screaming at Barry to pull over so I can decorate some random parking lot with my recycled lunch (or breakfast, or dinner), there's no awfulness at all! I just have to dive for the garbage can as soon as I wake up in the morning and if I eat right afterward, I'm great... until I start feeling hungry again. The only thing that's been rough is I feel incredibly lethargic. Like, Mono lethargic. I'm active for maybe an hour (active can be anything from sitting and playing ball with Grayson to real active) and then I have to fight to stay awake for the rest of the day. I have to take a nap every single day when Grayson does, and even though all other women who have suffered through what I'm going through support taking naps, I feel so lazy. Soooooooooooooooooo Lazy. So that's where I am right now. Oh and for all those who are wondering, this one was 1oo% planned as well! And I don't care what I'm having, as long as it is male or female! haha! So there you go.... IT'S OFFICIAL!

Masculinity at its best

From the day he was born, Grayson was one hundred percent ALL boy. He already knows how to "shoot" toy guns, make car noises when he plays with hot wheels, and grunt when he fights with action figures. He loves football, basketball, hitting us with his fake sword and light saber, and sit in the driver's seat and twist the steering wheel while making car sounds. I never even had a single person mistake him for a girl (except once when I put him in a yellow, polkadot outfit... never again). There is just one little thing that my tough guy does that just doesn't fit:

He loves that silly green bead necklace. From the day he found it, he's loved it. He puts it on and wears it for hours at a time... even while grunting and fighting with action figures. We call it "Bling" because for some reason, that just makes it sound more manly. Or maybe just more gangster. Anyway, I haven't let him wear his "bling" out in public yet... but I'm sure I'll be forced to let him some day. Or maybe I'll go buy him a big gold chain with a diamond money sign... That's a little tougher than beads.

Seven minutes in heaven... or two hours.

Tonight was fabulous! After hurling my guts out and breaking the blood vessels in my face from doing so, Barry and I ended having ice cream and popcorn for dinner! I didn't really feel like eating real food, and of course Barry wasn't complaining, so we busted out our individual cartons of Ben and Jerry's "Everything but the..." If you haven't tried it... You just haven't lived. Vanilla and chocolate icecream with heath bar chunks, peanut butter cups, white chocolate chunks, and chocolate covered almonds... heaven in a pint. ANYWAY, so we ate "dinner" while snuggling up on the couch watching a cheesy romance movie. It felt like we were dating again... minus being pregnant! So fun. I married the perfect man... for me, at least.

Life and Love... :)

Life is so boring right now. Hardly anyone has posted a blog in a while, so I'm wondering maybe February is just a slow month for everyone. You people need to start writing more because I need something to read! These last few weeks have been rough. I am so incredibly un-busy right now, I am going crazy! But it's not like I can leave the house, because walking too much induces the "up-chuck" effect.
But besides a mysterious rash in a place I can't mention, Grayson is healed from all other ailments (ABOUT TIME!). I'm slightly worried because the staph infection left little scars under his eye... I just hope they go away as he gets bigger. BUT, now that's he's feeling better, he's back to entertaining himself. "Who needs Mommy when I've got my car to scoot around the house?" So with a healthy boy, and a busy-with-work-and-school husband, I'm stuck sitting on the couch twiddling my thumbs. Yesterday, I sat and watched like a three-hour version of "Anne of Green Gables" while Grayson played around my feet. I've practically lived on the couch, and I am getting soooooooo sick of it!

Couch Potato Me is not only affecting me, but everyone. My lack of living has created the most boring conversations. When Barry gets home from school all I have to talk about is Grayson (which of course will never get old) and whatever news I dug up on the internet. Because I have been bored, I've become a boring person. YIKES! I've got to get out, get some fresh air... go to Walmart!

As a side note, I never mentioned Valentine's Day. Like I said, Barry has been extremely busy. He told me he was worried that he wouldn't be able to get me anything for V-Day because of that fact, so jokingly I told him he'd just have to pick another day to be my special day. So Valentine's rolls around and my parents LOVINGLY agreed to watch Grayson so Barry and I could make the hour drive up to Roswell. We got to have dinner at a restaurant that WASN'T Chili's (the only good restaurant in our town) and we got to go to an actually nice movie theatre where you didn't have to squint your eyes because the screen was blurry and covered in tears and spit wads. It was a perfect day.

The Monday after comes and Barry is late for lunch... an unusual happenstance. So he walks in the door carrying a huge bouquet of bright happy flowers, a pack of snickers bars (my favorite) and a receipt to a movie I wanted which he purchased online. I opened the card and he had crossed out the "Happy Valentine's Day" and wrote above it, "Happy I love Krystle Day!" So he gave me my special day after all! My husband is so thoughtful. I love him so much!!!

Can't teach an old dog new tricks...

Very recently, I have learned something about myself. I just do not learn from my mistakes. On Valentine's Day I baked like four or five dozen cookies. I had some friends and their little kids come over to decorate cookies. But as I was baking, I did something. Over and over and over. I melted my eyelashes! More specifically, the mascara on my eyelashes. After EVERY SINGLE batch of cookies beeped, I would open the door, lean into it to check the coloring... and every time a waft of heat would melt my face! I realize that I do this whenever I use my oven, be it casserole or dessert! Which mean I go through a great deal of my life with five giant eyelashes, because all of them have melted into this giant tarantala look! I'm telling you this, because some day I am going to go blind. And when you hear this news, you can shake your head at me and say, "She never learned..."

Sharing the Love...

This is how it works..... The first 3 people to leave a comment on this post will receive a hand made gift from me during this year. When and what will be a surprise. BUT, in order for you to receive the gift you need to leave a comment on my blog and you have to post this on your blog. (That means that sometime during this year you will send a gift to 3 people as well.) Get it? So, the first 3 people to comment on this post will be the lucky ones!

(Alright Rachel... let's see how this works!)