Six Months

Today is Morgan's six month birthday!! As I look back at the past six months and ponder where has the time gone?...... Well let me tell you it was 10 gruelling feedings a day, oodles of diaper changes, endless washing of bottles, 60+ loads of laundry, lost count hours of walking the floors, even more hours of drive time to and from baby sitters and not enough snuggle time in just 6 short months!!! And I am not even tired anymore, nope I am a MOM! A mom who has made it 176 days with a newborn child who is slowly turning into a person with her own personality. A small piece of heaven who has reached her tiny hands into my chest and grabbed a hold of my heart!! I don't know how I lived 3o+ years without her.

I am still waiting for the inevitable tooth to break out. In the meantime Morgan is having fun discovering her voice the one that repeats "AH-BOO,AH-BOO,AH-BOO" and "A-GA" followed by the spitting of raspberries!! I discovered that she is ticklish on her tummy and neck, and her laugh is more like a skreech than a giggle, and she carries on so much it makes her eyes water. Most pictures taken are more like a deer in the headlights because she just isn't ready for her modeling career(or maybe the red light on the camera throws off the moment and she gets nervous). I noticed this morning she must have grew 2 more inches over night because she is as long as her changing table now. Changing her diaper has become a trick in itself she thinks it is funny to stiffin her legs while trying to put the diaper on between them, I can imagine how fun this game will be in a few months. She has mastered rolling over from her belly to her back, and enjoys laying on her side to play with her toys. Sitting up is more like a little lean forward but she is working on it with a little support can sit up for a long period of time. She loves TV any music or bright colored cartoon catches her attention. When I get home she is the first person I greet and the excitiment is mutual, the look in her eyes and the way she waves her arms and legs and laughs in joy makes me happy.

But my favorite by far would have to be snuggle time in the morning just her and I after her morning bottle she looks up at me and coos and babbles in her soft voice as if she is telling me about her dreams and how lovely her mommy looks with her hair so messy and smile of coffee breath!

Have you seen my parrot?

Just in case you happen to see a parrot flying in your neighborhood, 911 Parrot Alert is available on the internet to help ensure recovery to it's rightful owner.
Thought this article may be of some interest to you. "She knew it was her parrot because when it heard her voice on the line the parrot said "HELLO"!" Don't they all?
No?
Seriously?
Seriously.

NO warning label

Just look at her in all her cuteness! Seeing the world for the first time in rose colored glasses literally. I know enough already with the pink detail, but seriously the majority of the public still thinks she is a boy. Duh people are you color blind?? The girl is a baby with a lack of hair which happens to be 90 something percent of babies when they are born.(not that I looked up that census just sayin') Pay attention to detail!!
Speaking of details the adorable glasses which I bought for a $1, came with no warning label and no age preferance. They are sun glasses surely everyone who wears them knows how to right? WRONG! A soon to-be six month old does not know the danger, and my parental skills were on the back burner(but only for a breif moment). While enjoying a sunny Sunday afternoon out shopping I placed my daugthers new shades on her face to show her cousin Luke just how stylish she can be. Well I left the glasses on her while we packed the kids in the car and drove up the road to the shopping center. Upon entering the parking lot Morgan started to cry and I noticed her glassed had fallen off her face, so mommy will help you out just let me park. As I parked and looked up and in just a split second, my beautiful daughter had crammed the arm of the glasses down her throat and made the most horrific gagging noise I NEVER want to her come out of her again! and the whole bottle of milk I just feed her for lunch now pouring out of her like a popped water balloon! I was screaming OH.MY.GOD! she was crying uncontrollably as I ran to the other side of the car. My sister in-law was in the passenger seat and removed the glasses from her hands as she was there first. I was trying to remove the straps from her car-seat to comfort her the best way I could, wiping off the puke and holding her tightly and repeating how sorry I was, I felt like a horrible mother for most of the day. If I learned anything it would be that a supervision label should be placed on childrens sunglasses even if it is a funny warning label. Something more serious could have happened. Lucky for us Morgan is fine and I am going to be fine, I know it was just a learning experience for me. And she still loves me her smile tells me so!!

Boredom thy name is "WORK"

Ok so what started off as a busy work week has now settled to a screeching hault. Even though there is a general ledger that needs to be balanced, payables that need to be entered and papers to be filed, (things I don't feel like doing) there is boredom. So bored that I wish I was sitting in a meeting with Lucky Mom or My Imaginary Friend. So much boredom that I don't even know what to write in this blog.

I guess I can humor you and say I took a trip to the mailbox thinking it must be warm out, the sun is shining and the birds are singing......but the wind is trippin!!! again!! And after nearly getting smacked in the face with a newspaper page, so much for the thought of walking with the baby tonight after work.

Oh the baby by the way is going to be 6 months old already next thursday!! It seems like only yesterday I was counting weeks that I had been pregnant now I am counting weeks since her birth! I must get out the camera and start snapping some shots for my much anticipated update of my day in a life of new mommy-hood! So I won't go into to much about her right now.

Back to work I have cleared out all the old cell phones so we can post them on Ebay to see if we can sell them to absorb some of the ridiculious charges they come up with when "upgrading" to new phones after being loyal customers the last two years! I won't name the company but I get the impression we may have got hosed with the "free" phones they are promoting. But the family doesn't even use 500 minutes between all 8 people on the plan so I am sure the phones will keep them connected, and provide the little service they use.

As a reminder Administrative Professionals Day is next wednesday but I will be here all week. So if you would like to send flowers, gifts or money be sure to address it to me since I am the one with the fancy title. I know your jealous....

In the time I have started writing more important things have been brought to my attention that I must attend to. A matter of invoicing a dead beat customer who doesn't want to pay his past due debt but needs the parts we currently processed and doesn't mind paying for them, yes they are on C.O.D. (cash on demand) or no parts beeeaaaacth!!

Impeding Traffic

impeding; adjective
preventing movement; "the clogging crowds of revelers overflowing into the street"
Yep that is what I am a reveler.......
reveler; noun
a celebrant who shares in a noisy party; "the clubs attract revelers as young as thirteen"

Last week while out par-taking in my obligatory duties for work, getting new cellular phones at Circuit City for over an hour, which is fine not complaining it ran into my lunch hour and it was giving me time to get a much needed car wash. A car wash that could end up costing me $128.00 if the bastard cop shows up in court on May 17. As I was leaving the store I proceeded to turn left out of the parking lot and upon turning looked up to notice the NO left turn sign, and lucky for me a cop was sitting in the hotel parking lot on the opposite corner just waiting for revelers to clog the street. Apperently he is not much of a partier and would never impede and could not clearly see the traffic was clear and I was not in any way preventing movement of others. If I had prevented movement others it would have made my get away so much easier!! So I being a law abidding citizen (except the disregard to street signs the size of the hood on my car) pulled over before he even turned his lights on. But he still turned the lights on to get the full effect when he stopped behind me (are the lights suppose to make them feel like a slot machine that just hit it big?) In my attempt to get out of the ticket I asked the officer, when did they put up that sign? because I see people making the same turn I just did all the time. In his remark he chuckled and said over a year ago. In my head I was kicking myself because I didn't wear the cleavage shirt and put on my red lipstick. So as he sat in his patrol car for what seemed like several minutes he returned with a ticket. Not just any ticket, it was a "letting you off easy ticket" or so he said. Impeding traffic is a much lighter sentence than say an illegal turn that would give you points on your record and in turn make your insurance rates go up, but the ticket for impeding is larger in fines. Thank you Jack-Ass officer for having consideration for my points and overall insurance rate!!! Have a nice day!

Good idea but.....

I am going to use the word but lightly because I do intend on trying to stop complaining as much. I don't want to start sounding like one of those whiny blogs and bore you all to death, and plain out have you leave me. Then I would be like typing this blog out to no one in particular but myself, even I don't like to read old entries in which I complain. Let's face it we all have our down falls and as Lucky Mom said "Complaining is sometimes necessary to keep a hold of one's sanity"! amen to that. I also need my sanity. So let's all think of complaining as something that is good for the soul, a cleansing of sorts, a venting of frustrations that need not change. Me and my posse will not be sporting the purple rubber wristbands(darn it the purple rubber crock shoes I seen the other day would go perfect, just kidding who made those god aweful things?) To that I will say "If you don't have anything nice to say, come sit next to me!" and bring the wine(I seen that saying minus the wine comment on a seat pillow in my mother in-laws house) Gotta love it!!

On a different note being Friday the 13th, does anyone have any superstitions? I have been singing Stevie Wonders song "Superstition" all day long! Believing in things you don't understand, yehe, yeha, yehaaaa......... Besides steppin' on a crack break your momma's back, walking under ladders, and seven years bad luck if you break a mirror, here are some things you may or may not heard of before. Can't say that I am superstitious. Although I am trying really hard to remember who fell asleep first on my wedding day(because Morgan is really going to hate me if I go first leaving her to understand her father), see wedding superstitions. And I am thinking of getting a hair cut because after suffering the headache that lasted almost 4 days I am wondering if that superstition is true, see hair superstitions.

Thou Shalt Not Whine

As I tried to catch up on my TIVO, which by the way has got me totally overwhelmed. I had to stop recording some shows because I am limited to two shows a night, and that is when I don't have things to do after work. So need less to say I have had one to two nights when I am not busy with other things. So when you record, wow just counting off the top of my head 5 shows some are on once a week others everyday, that is some serious TV time that I probably really don't need but crave.
During my viewing pleasure the other night 1 of 10 Oprahs that I recorded to watch had a very interesting topic "More Good News" which was about a few good things that made me feel like I really needed to do something to make a difference. Damn Oprah I think she sends subliminal messages!
One guest in particular has me still thinking three days later, wondering could I be up for the challenge?? Could I stop complaining for 21 days straight? Could You? At Christ Church Unity they are dedicated to making the world a more positive place. In their quest to help everyone to be more positive they have designed a purple wristband(one of those rubber things that everyone was wearing for Lance Armstrong in his fight to beat cancer). They are giving them away for free! over 4 million already have been given away. Now the challenge is to NOT complain for 21 days!! After placing the purple wristband on either wrist everytime you complain you switch it to the other wrist and start your 21 day challenge all over again! Apprently it takes 21 days to reset your mind to think more positively. Of the 4 million only 26 people are on the record for completing the challenge.
Now like everyone I started to wonder what do you consider complaining? Well complain or a complaint both have the same meaning, just one is a verb and the other a noun. Seeing that I complain quite a bit, sometimes without even realizing it maybe I should try. It certainly would make the blog more interesting or would it? Considering I started this blog just to bitch and complain about some things I just have no control over. It would mean that I have to put a little more thought into what I would like to express. Is the internet world really listening anyway? Maybe if I just challenge myself but not when I am writing or saying the complaint out loud is that considered complaining? See I am already complaining about not complaining. Make it stop! So are you with me??

Things that go bUmP in the night

As a mom my sleeping habits have been anything but normal for the last 6 months. Having a newborn was way more challenging as a single mom than I anticipated, feedings and diaper changes every 2 hours. Every little peep is heard when the good Lord turns on your mommy sensory minutes after you push out the 5lb 8oz miracle. It is understandable why people in Hollywood adopt their children already out of the newborn stage, someone was hired to tell them about the sleep deprivation way before becoming parents. In hind site I am NOT complaining, I miss some of those moments when Morgan would fall asleep and cuddle so nice and tightly warm between my neck and bosom. I could feel her slight breathe against my skin, and smell the sweet scent of her new skin, and hear the tiny grunting noise she would make waking up.
Now that Morgan is getting older and sleeping longer through the night one would think Mom would start sleeping more too. Not so much....even if I try to get to bed at a reasonable time, I am awaken by strange turn of events. One of which is the baby monitor; be it on the lowest volume setting it can it still picks up the smallest of noise, including the breathing of a small infant. Why I have the monitor on when my room is just across the hall?? I guess it is just piece of mind, with the modern invention of the color TV monitor it is nice to see that my daughter has not wedged herself between the bumper pads, while I am letting her cry herself back to sleep at 1am, cause I am trying to cut out the late night feedings, not because I like to watch her kick and scream.
So the other night the dog decides she is going to investigate the babies room at 2am, I am awaken by the sound of heavy panting and sniffing (something the dog has not done before). In the midst of her investigation she also decides to shake and rattle her dog collar tags and in doing so not only wakes me but the baby too. The dog is getting stupider (is that even a word) in her old age. The baby can not let you out just yet wait a couple years and I will teach her. So please come into my room and shake your tail feathers DO NOT wake the baby!!
When I first set-up the monitor I always had this fear of a face popping up on the screen with an evil laugh and running off with the baby(must be the many years my brother made me watch all those scary movies-in the day time, cause if I watched at night something might really get me).
Another thing that has been keeping me up at night is heater vent in my bathroom, no matter how many times I kick it, it has a rattling sound every time the heat kicks on. The constant jingle of a piece of metal no matter how hard I try to block it out will not disappear. Maybe I will have to find a screw driver and fix it once and for all.
Last night as I lay sleeping peacefully my body woke (at 1am) it felt that something just wasn't right in the house. Do you ever get this un-easy feeling in your stomach? As I lay there trying to listen, and as I turned to check the baby monitor (Morgan was still in her crib and asleep). The dog was not barking or maybe she did?? Why do I hear foot steps and not a dog...oh my someone has killed my dog and now they are walking down my hall way and the only way I can escape is through my bedroom window but I have to get my baby first which means I have to cross the hall..........why the hell am I so scared?? It could be that I am living out in the middle of the country by myself with a small child where my closest neighbor is 3 acres away and would not hear me screaming is why. I know I locked all the doors before I went to bed. Well as the intruder reveals himself it is non-other than my soon to be ex-husband(SD for short). What the F*#@??? Yeh he is more frighting than Freddie Kruger in the middle of the night, and why is he here this early in the morning? Sorry to scare you but I did not have to work tonight and I just got done playing softball and thought I would just crash here so I don't have to get up early to come watch Morgan in the morning. Ok whatever I'll come get you out of the basement before I leave for work.
GOOD NIGHT!!! WHEN???

PEEPS & Reese Eggs

Easter trivia;
It took 27 hours to make one Peep marshmallow chick in 1950.
How long does it take today?(no cheating, just guess)

Welcome SPRING! Nothing marks the beginning of spring quite like the site of Peeps and Reese's chocolate covered peanut butter eggs!! The stores are filled with these sweet treats from Wal-mart to Kroger their everywhere. How can anyone resist not having just one??
I am a sucker for the peanut butter egg.................................a more than generous amount of peanut butter and just the right amount of chocolate. What could be better? I stock the fridge at home for that late night after dinner craving.
Spring to me is a conglomerate of chocolate, jelly beens, sugar coated marshmallow, and a little bit of plastic grass all busting out of a wicker basket. Everything is new and restored and eye popping with colorful pastels and bright whites, from head to toe.
So why doesn't the weather co-operate? I anticipated how cute Morgan would look in her short sleeve Easter dress with no tights and cute shoes, but then......I was blow down in the parking lot at work from a northernly 50mph high wind today, and reminded by the weather forecasters the high will be a blusterly 38 on Sunday!! My eager mind has been confused by what I thought was warm weather the other day?!?!?!?! At least I have my fridge stocked and I can finish the two packages of reese's eggs without having to worry about fitting back into that summer bikini top. I am almost sure that the warm weather will not be here for awhile.

Happy Easter long live Peeps and Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs!!!

Where have you been?

Wow it has been almost a whole week since I made a post and have no excuse other than life happens. Morgan turned 5 months old last monday. She is eating cereal twice a day now which I am sure is helping maintain her chunky physique around her mid-section and thighs. Yep just like her momma!! Everyday is something new and last week I started to sing her a lullaby really soft and well it worked in getting her to come out of her melt-down(I forgot I knew any lullabies). So she is the only one who likes to hear her momma sing. Uncle Jason hooked her up with some new baby DVD's and a Laurie Berkner CD for the car. The more I listen to Laurie Berkner the more I think I sound like her(anyway, movin on..). Morgan enjoys music and she will stop everything to watch the TV when music is on, amazing how at such a young age she knows so much already. A little sponge waiting to absorb the world around her!! It makes me sad every week I put away clothes that not to long ago were big on her.
We had a very busy weekend, in fact I do not plan to do that much activity ever again. It didn't bother me when it was just me driving all over the state on Michigan, but take a 5 month old on the never ending trip is just insane! The weekend started with a trip to brothers to watch my nephew, which I really enjoyed because I don't get to see him that often. I heard the word truck 986,231 times (no really I counted) and he understands everything you tell him amazing what a bundle of knowledge a 20 month knows and will get across to you even if it means saying the same word for everything....what is this book..."twruck"...what is the cup...."twruck"! He did talk me into one extra bed time book only because he is so darn cute.
Saturday I attended a baby shower that is 154 miles from my house. My aunt loved the chance to watch Morgan so I could enjoy a little bit of mom time and as much as I wanted to bring her with me to brag I am glad I went by myself. They were serving adult beverages that I have a low tolerance but proceeded to have none the less. I had to cut myself off so that I could pick up my daugther and get home at a not so reasonable time of 8:30pm, way past the bed time which usually occurs at 7pm! We had a minor melt-down about 20 minutes from home, which is where I turned on my mommy lullaby voice and Morgan went back to sleep.
Sunday morning slept in much to my suprise and went to the late service at church. Then attended a home Arbonne party, where I really wanted to stay but my body was telling me you gotta go. My darling baby wanted to just lay around in her t-shirt and play with her toys at home. Upon pulling into the drive at 4:30pm we pulled the shades and lounged around enjoying the peace and quiet of home. There really is no place like it.