A busy day

Mom is taking Griffin on this rainy Saturday.

It will be me and Roger's first solo day and evening in 2 months.

Too bad I am all knocked up and cranky.

Plans for the day include
*clear out my trashed office to be transformed into a clean nursery.
*Drive into Snellville to order nursery furniture with Father-in-law.
*Go out to dinner.
*Try to stay up past 9 pm to go to a movie.

Isn't my life just SO exciting?

Indulgent mommy confession

Okay...here it goes.

I confess to you that I

still spoon feed Griffin his yogurt in the morning. I can't justify this overly indulgent behavior. I will say however, that we both seem to find joy in it.

I am animalistic...

Nesting instinct refers to an instinct or urge in pregnant animals to prepare a home for the upcoming newborn(s). It is found in a variety of animals (both mammals and birds) and can occur in human mothers as well.

Oh yeah...it's happening. I can barely see straight because my mind is cluttered for preparations for the arrival of Cohen. So much to do...in the meantime, I've packed my bag for the hospital, washed all the newborn baby clothes (smells so sweet), and I am listening to my birthing affirmations like my life depends on it.

Early morning musing

This morning at 6:30 am I was awakened by little fingers peeling open my eyelids by my eyelashes. It was Griffin, he had something to say.

"Mom, if a mermaid tried to wear pants, they would fall off."

This is what a child thinks about before sunrise.

I've decided to quit my bitchin!

I know that I've been feeling sorry for myself, for all the reasons that I listed the other day but I know in my heart that my life is really not that bad. I just like to bitch and moan, I guess.

I was talking to a dear friend on the phone the other day. Her husband has been working out of town for the last 6 weeks. Leaving her alone at home during the weeknights, lonely and bored. I was about to feel sorry for her and commiserate when she said something brilliant.

"It could be worse, like on Little House on The prairie when the crops died and Charles had to leave to find work, leaving Caroline with the children. All the women had to go out in the field and save the crops and one woman got real depressed and started freaking out and Caroline had to slap her. Remember that?"

I promptly congratulated her on having the uncanny ability to relate everything in life to an episode of Little House on the Prairie.

When I got off the phone though, that comment stayed with me. She's right, I have nothing to complain about. I don't live on the prairie with no electricity and I don't have to milk a cow for my family to have nourishment. I have running water and heat. I don't have to hop onto a rickety old covered wagon to go to town and deal with Mrs. Olsen's snobby attitude if I need something from the store.

NO, I just hop into my huge inherited Lincoln Towncar and hightail it to Kroger while me and Griffin listen to bad hip hop on the radio until we get there.

So, thanks Christine...for being so wise and bestowing the wisdom of Caroline Ingles on me. I love ya!

My camera has been kidnapped

Roger stole the camera for a project at work.
I feel blind.
That is why there have been no personal photos here.
He's almost done...

Then I will give you a peek into our world again.

My very own Groundhog Day

I'll be the first to admit that I am spoiled rotten because my parents live so close and are so involved in helping me with my life. Apparently it takes more than one person to live my life because I've been doing it solo and everyday has felt the same lately. It seems like all I do is load the flippin' dishwasher and fight through some sort of ailment.

Life has been coming at me pretty slowly these past 6 weeks. Each week has presented a new challenge as I set to the task of keeping up with my household duties, growing a child, wiping Griffin's nose for the 1000th time, throwing up, falling down, groaning as bend over to pick up toys, tossing in loads of laundry, folding clothes, cooking, etc. If it's a domestic chore or some sort of illness, then it's been on my list over the past few weeks.

I suppose that I should find comfort in my little routine. These past 6 weeks have not been normal at all with my mom out of town. It's been good for me though, to fly solo and take charge of the homestead. Even if every day feels the same, it's my simple little life.

Mom comes home day after tomorrow and with her arrival will come some much needed support. A woman here to celebrate the last days before Cohen gets here with some good old fashioned nurturing for a pregnant mama. She'll hug me and love on me. She'll tell me to put my feet up, she'll watch Griffin so I can get a root canal, go to see my midwife, and get a haircut without having to worry about what to do with Griffin.

Yes...with her arrival my very own version of a 6 week Groundhog day will be come to an end.

A new day will dawn before me!