tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30863482345505387322024-02-18T18:36:23.104-08:00Save my Sanitymy quest to find myself amongst all my crazy life clutterMollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05675225808700244599noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086348234550538732.post-59183230125051704272008-09-30T16:14:00.000-07:002008-10-07T22:00:56.890-07:00piadini anyone?ok so i work for starbucks. Its really sad to say that i eat EVERYTHING. For almost the last three years i have had this wonderfully successful diet plan. Have babies eat whatever i want. Breastfeed babies eat whatever i want. So the problem? My little guy is done done done on the boob sucking thing, especially since his multiple production of razor sharp little teethies want to puncture anything within reach up to and including me. Not a fan of having the nips chomped on...say what you will but NOT FUN. So back to the topic...how to curb a uncontrolable urge to eat anything and everything in sight? I am utterly failing in my insincere attempt to reign in the ravenous monster in my tummy, so as a result I am developing a lovely innertube around my middle. So attractive. But i have made a decision. I will slowly wean myself off the yummy goodness of chocolate top pot doughnuts by taking a baby step towards healthy-ier food. next up? ooohhhh the portobello mushroom piadini...toasted a tiny bit extra...mmmmm.Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05675225808700244599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086348234550538732.post-82773073808413777582008-09-17T15:38:00.000-07:002008-09-17T15:46:57.915-07:00hello wilson<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span> so we got a new puppy...well actually technically speaking my husband got one for me for my birthday. the little guy is pretty gosh darn adorable, even when hes looking up at you with his big brown <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">melty</span> eyes and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pissin</span> on your kitchen floor. What we were thinking with two <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">kidlits</span> under the age of three and now two dogs. i dunno. well our pups have bonded fairly well. our older bailey uses <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bently</span> as a chew toy and is teaching him all her annoying habits. My biggest problem? Bailey is a barker. Barks at noises she hears, the doorbell, my mother-in-laws car beeping is the biggest set-off for her. So <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bentley</span> has joined the band wagon. Recently our little neighbor boy "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">jacob</span>" has decided to play tease the loud obnoxious dogs next door by popping his head up and down over our fence, very <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">wilson</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">esque</span>. This fun little game of his drives Bailey and now Bentley to be-Z-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">erk</span> distraction. Ugh if only i could pose with the hose just in time to get that chubby face smack on the kisser. It would make my day and help me get the nap i am so longing for.Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05675225808700244599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086348234550538732.post-74194287414876316702008-09-05T14:55:00.000-07:002008-09-06T19:39:42.279-07:00Boys Club<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span> I was never one of those girls that had more guy friends than girls. Maybe due to my attention seeking mentality I kinda always wanted to be one. I had the fairly typical high school crowd combo and all the guy friends I currently keep in touch with are primarily reached through my hubs. Yet as I sat at the dinner table yesterday I realized I finally had achieved that personal wish. We were having ribs for dinner (definitely a masculine meal) with a football game on in the background (only allowed due to it being the season opener...usually no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">TV</span> for little guys who are easily distracted from eating). Little Big guy, my two year old, was finding the tackles to be highly hilarious and was cheering alongside his daddy. Big little guy meanwhile after having <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">smooshed</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">arroz</span> con <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pollo</span> all over his head, was currently working his little jaws like a ravenous dog on a rib bone discarded by his dad. What a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">carnivore</span>!! my old boys club is complete. What else could I ask for?<br /><br />(ill post some lovely <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">BBQ</span>-smeared baby pics later.)Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05675225808700244599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086348234550538732.post-10169586960200458402008-09-03T12:48:00.001-07:002008-09-03T13:02:44.903-07:00girl on girl<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OK</span> so i am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">soooo</span> not a political person. i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">couldn't</span> tell you what the major issues of the candidates are. or much of anything else.<br /> BUT... I work for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">starbucks</span> and in such fashion I am often on my way to work in the wee small hours of the morning. When you want to listen to anything on the radio bar music, at 4am, its usually a politically based show. <br />This whole Sarah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Pallin</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">sp</span>?) situation. I cant stand it. Makes my blood boil. I listen to these talk show hosts (male and Female hosts) condemn her for all sorts of reasons. I find it personally offensive that they think because shes a woman, because she is a mom, because she decided to have a large family, because she happens to be attractive....for some reason this dis-qualifies her from being taken seriously. I actually heard some idiot <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">fark</span> on the radio say that she might lose women voters because shes good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">lookin</span>'. SERIOUSLY? SERIOUSLY? <br />because women are just that shallow. Just that addle minded, right? <br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">grrrrrr</span>...<br /><br />(the title was brought to you especially for beau's enjoyment...)Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05675225808700244599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086348234550538732.post-70195340350633395262008-08-31T17:54:00.000-07:002008-08-31T18:14:18.212-07:00one potato two potato...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqoo3IJr0OC0l2gWNtvH4cPzggDEgUPRvf3d54NmqTOUrTy041l73DGTcJm0STBKlhMGoeLaSxIC0He63OS3L13fehazgG2X3b5geB1j933pr3XDin4-KTIEDoSTblz1NTwHWul6Y9auE/s1600-h/mommyzach08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqoo3IJr0OC0l2gWNtvH4cPzggDEgUPRvf3d54NmqTOUrTy041l73DGTcJm0STBKlhMGoeLaSxIC0He63OS3L13fehazgG2X3b5geB1j933pr3XDin4-KTIEDoSTblz1NTwHWul6Y9auE/s320/mommyzach08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240854805596668898" border="0" /></a><br />so i was motivated today to get out and DO something other than read, watch kiddie movies with the boys, or as of lately play on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">puter</span>. I somehow lifted down my bike from those <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hookey</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thingys</span> on the ceiling. A feat in its self considering i am only 5-1/2 tall. Hooked up the kiddie bike trailer and drug the boys over to the park. whee woo I felt accomplished.<br /><br />While there, watching little big guy play in the sandbox, and indiscriminately shoving raisins and goldfish into big little guys mouth, i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">texted</span> a friend to meet me. It was a Beautiful day outside with capital B. I like being able to go outside without feeling like my face is going to melt off.<br /><br />My friend K met me and of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">course</span> our conversation revolved around babies. Both of m<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ine</span>, her newly born niece, and the possibilities of her future offspring. She is one of a few friends of mine who have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">wavered</span> between having children and not having children. I must say one of the biggest voiced concerns and debate issues when discussing this issue with them is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">whether</span> or not they will end up with UGLY babies. I find this strangely disturbing yet amusing. Maybe because my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">LBB</span> was unplanned and a lovely surprise, (three months before my wedding) the thought on whether or not a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">beautious</span> baby would be the result was not a worry in my head. Even when having <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">BLB</span> baby #2 I will admit to being concerned about my two boys being compared against each other in all aspects, but was not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">necessarily</span> worried about if he would be cute or not. Is this common? <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">I'm</span> just curious...Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05675225808700244599noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086348234550538732.post-29787038370837191182008-08-27T16:03:00.000-07:002008-08-27T16:11:37.924-07:00hellish days of two-yr-old-dom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkaOeevkJVaLiVXePy0V8T82aKb639eS5t-DbsJEb9axfHEoSCRgx5Pa_2wHbBlGGVQXDyq6c5GYSdffgFXKexQpDkmf6dMuRtZYisy0Oq8N5nrLBwJWB-lq33yMruYqoyxvmqGEp5pU/s1600-h/mommymason08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkaOeevkJVaLiVXePy0V8T82aKb639eS5t-DbsJEb9axfHEoSCRgx5Pa_2wHbBlGGVQXDyq6c5GYSdffgFXKexQpDkmf6dMuRtZYisy0Oq8N5nrLBwJWB-lq33yMruYqoyxvmqGEp5pU/s320/mommymason08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239338841364747730" border="0" /></a><br />guess what i just walked into? well yesterday it was coins, today the entire contents of his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dresser</span> drawers (pajamas, pants, diapers, etc etc). Plus when i peep into the room he has managed to find a bottle of baby powder and the good boy that he is put himself back into bed. the problem you ask? caught him in the midst of dumping said powder over his own head and all around. Probably was enjoy the *POOF* those bottles make when you squeeze. After a major tantrum of my own he is now successfully sequestered in his little bros pack n' play asleep. the upside? i never used that damn powder for anything else and his room smells just like a fresh baby bum from the seventies (at least <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">that's</span> when i assume baby powdering of bums was all the rage).Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05675225808700244599noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086348234550538732.post-39394889291371114032008-08-27T13:43:00.000-07:002008-08-27T14:08:32.617-07:00ventured out today. in the sweltering heat that is this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">po'dunk</span></span> valley. I met my little sis and her kids at the local babies r us. I became one of "those" moms that allows their children to run amok all around the store. heck we were at babies r us... anyone there should expect it right? and those glowing expectant moms? whats <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">a little</span> harsh reality to bring them down to earth. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">anyhoo</span></span> we tromped around the entire shopping center, OUTSIDE mind you in the 97-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ish</span></span> degree heat. YUCK. double yuck when you take into account that i made the wisely decision not to shower this morning in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lieu</span> of a speedier exit. eventually made it back to stage one at Babies R Us with two cranky kids one with a loaded poop filled diaper.<br /><br />As i finished diapering big little guy in the poop/nursing room, a lady came in to join us with a large two year old and what i guess was an approx 4 month baby. we started to chat as we both nursed our younger boys. She asked how old big little guy was and i told her he was going on 2 and a half. She said that her older boy "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">jessie</span></span>" was too. She then went on to explain that 'Jesse' was having speech delay issues and was going to a speech therapist. The poor kid hadn't even had a chance to make a peep. No explanation was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">necessary</span>. No apologizing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">necessary</span>. I wasn't sure what to say. "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">OHHH</span></span> so that explains it."<br /><br />Heck I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">could've</span></span> begun making excuses seeing how Little big guy was at least a foot shorter than Jesse. "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">umm</span></span> yeah he's a real picky eater" or " shortness/smallness runs in the family?" I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">don't</span> get it. Why feel the need to explain away anything. a kid is a kid. everyone is different. Let them be and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">don't</span> let our insecurities rub off. Maybe I'm being too critical. the comments caught me off guard and made the very small room even smaller and uncomfortable in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ensuing silence</span>. <br /><br />In the end little big guy and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">jesse</span></span> were the same in their out of control <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">rambuciousness</span></span>, like caged monkeys. Crawling, scrambling, climbing, shouting and all the craziness that goes along with a care free toddler.Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05675225808700244599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086348234550538732.post-70960897273571490832008-08-26T21:09:00.000-07:002008-08-26T21:41:36.491-07:00lost for good...So yesterday as i was deciding what to name this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blogliciousness</span></span> I obviously <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wasn't</span> thinking clearly. was i really asking to lose my sanity? holy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">crap-o-la-la</span> did i jinx myself. I awoke rather early this morning (515am) to my little big guy (9mos, 24lbs, and growing) screaming to be taken out of his crib. This was already following at least 3 trips down to big little guy's (2-1/2yrs, 24lbs, and vocabulary growing) room to tuck him back into his "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blankies</span></span>." Rather tough night. But off to work I went and had a fairly uneventful day...as uneventful as serving high <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">maintenance</span> customers their high <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">maintenance</span> lattes. I came home in the early afternoon to little big guy stubbornly refusing to take his much needed nap and instead deciding to tear apart his room, knock over little bookcases, rip books, use adult sized armchair to reach upper recesses of built in bookcase to reach piggy bank and then proceed to empty the coins and chuck them over the baby gate into the hallway. my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">freakin</span> carpet was littered with nickles, dimes, pennies and the occasional quarter.<br /><br />and to think i thought my afternoon was at its worst there. NOPE. I return <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">LBG</span> to toddler bed with stern instructions to Go. To. Sleep. Now. yeah right. if it was only that easy.<br /><br />without boring you with all the horrendous details...my afternoon and early evening went all down hill from there. So bad was it that when my lovely hubby returned from a work related fantasy football league draft, I was so close to tears my eyes were brim full of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">frustration</span>. I had tried cajoling, i tried time outs, i took <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">privileges</span> away, nothing short of binding him up with masking tape would have satisfied my fried nerves. One can only take so much fussing, crying and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">whining</span> (and you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">should've</span> heard him).<br /><br />ugh and again i say ugh. They <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">don't</span> tell you about these days in those baby preparedness classes. yeah i got the notes on dealing with poop and bath time, how about mental <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">freakin</span> breakdown time?<br /><br />throughout all the madness, my angel little big guy sat in calm contentedness. oh he definitely has his moments. I just hope to goodness he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">wasn't</span> taking notes from his big brother.Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05675225808700244599noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086348234550538732.post-78037146934506217552008-08-26T16:52:00.000-07:002008-08-26T17:00:25.917-07:00i really want to be a blogger. i aspire to be that witty funny person i think i can be. but how? i have started posts like 5 times and failed to find a rhythm that really felt like me, not me trying to pretend to be a better me. huh?<br />well i guess i am trying to find out how to be a narrator of my life. I always have had this problem. Used to want to be one of those people who journaled. i always caught myself blowing hot air up whatever arse i thought someday in the far distant future would take the time and effort to read my journal. never made it very far. <br />so who am i? i guess thats where the problem lies. i dunno. i know the facts: 30 yr old, wife, mom, manager, etc. those are just titles. I really want to figure out who i REALLY am. what do i believe? i am hoping to discover these things in the mundane daily life experiences.<br /><br /> wanna come along for the ride?Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05675225808700244599noreply@blogger.com5