Monday, September 28, 2009

the monster is back.


cash is cutting another tooth.
AND, OH MY GOD THE CRYING.
i know this has got to hurt (i like to think of it as growing another arm. painful AND really weird.)
but this kid is one major drama king. (and no, i have no idea where he got that from.) god forbid you laugh at him for doing something silly because HE WILL CUT YOU.

so the last tooth brought forth Senor Crankypants.
this tooth? Moody McScreams-alot.

i'm all done with this - bring on the underage drinking!
(not really...and Cash, if you ever read this - DON'T YOU DARE.)

Thursday, September 24, 2009

the jig is up.

i've been terribly secretive about what's been going on in our lives lately...well more secretive than usual. there are definitely some things that i just don't talk about here...mostly out of the need for some shred of privacy.
but nate and i have been working on a 'little' project for some time now that i've been keeping under wraps.
WE'RE OPENING A RESTAURANT. (internal scream of terror.)
not just us...our best friends rob and janet are our partners in this little venture. it's actually something that we've been talking about for well over a year - and this year, of all years, seemed like the perfect timing.
crazy? yes.
exciting? yes.
heartburn-inducing? OH HELL YES.
but it's also something we're really excited about.
so (understandbly) i've been a bit distracted and preoccupied.
and no, i can't tell you anything else :]
but soon - hopefully.

in other news, i cut all my hair off - weeee!
nate hates it...but anything that isn't long, he hates. so his opinion can't be trusted.
happy thursday :]

Monday, September 21, 2009

10 at 10.


1. still loves blueberries more than anything else.
2. putting pajamas on at night is torture.
3. has to have his blankie pressed against his face in order to sleep.
4. only eats pureed food at daycare - sometimes not even then.
5. is beginning to learn the meaning of 'no.'
6. loves anything that rolls - cars, trucks...his favorite toy is a big rubber ball we bought for the dog.
7. recently discovered the wonder that is the goldfish cracker (after the first bite he looked at me like, why have you been keeping this from me for so long, woman!?)
8. gives piper sloppy, open mouthed kisses (she reciprocates.)
9. is cruising along the edge of the couch with record speed.
10. is a bundle of happy.

he's my favorite 10 month old.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

busy.


crazy and hectic here in the crawford household.
i'll share soon, promise.

in other news, the boy is sleeping much better now - no need to sacrifice a goat to the sleep god.
that was a close one.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

the boy.

once upon a time, cash was an amazing sleeper. he would meltdown at 7:45 on the dot, i'd give him a bottle, a blanket, lay him down and he was out. IT WAS GLORIOUS.
then one day...he wouldn't go down. no biggie, must have screwed with his sleep schedule somehow.
second night...hmmm, maybe he just needs to get back into the swing of things?
third night...ok - i've pissed someone off. because trying to rock a screaming, crying baby at 10:30 at night is not fun and MOMMY HAS A HEADACHE.
i'd like to take a second to point out that sleep deprivation is a form of torture. YES, MY CHILD IS TORTURING ME. (i'd also like to point out that yes, i know 10:30 isn't that late. but i've been fighting a cold (which has turned into a sinus infection. which, i fear, is turning into an ear infection) for over a week and I'M TIRED.)

so, i feel like a bit of an ass for complaining about this. in the big scheme of things, we hit it big with the sleep lottery. cash has slept through the night since he was just a few weeks old. he wakes up between 5 and 6 with a cry for his BA-BA, MY GOD PLEASE SOMEONE BRING ME MY BA-BA. and then he goes right back to sleep for at least an hour. so really, i'm damn lucky.

but i've got to say...i'm not at all equipped for this refusal to nap/refusal to fall asleep thing. today's naptime consisted of this: i finally give in and lay down with him after an hour of trying everything else. he refuses his bottle. i hold him tight against me while he screams and flails for 10 hours. slowly he realizes, hey - i might be tired. and HEY, LOOK - a delicious bottle of milk. and right before he falls asleep for 40 wonderful minutes, he looks over at me like, dude. sorry about that.

ya, dude. THIS SUCKS.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

a reason to do my happy dance at the mailbox.

the wedding pictures are finally here.
more to come tomorrow....

the tarantula

it's not often that i find a spider (tarantula, if you will) that nate finds equally huge and scary. so when i do, i secretly do a little jump for joy that i'm not the only one grossed out by hairy things with 8 legs.

today is recycling day (or as i like to call it, day when i try to do recycling whilst avoiding finding mice, spiders or the drooling knuckle-draggers i'm sure lurk in the dark corners of our shed.) so there i was, minding my own business, reaching for a stray bundle of aluminum foil that missed the metal recycling and went in with the pop cans when i spotted him. THE BIGGEST SPIDER EVER. after i resumed breathing, we proceeded to stare at each other for 3 hours. me, deciding if i had the nerve to squish him. him, deciding whether or not to suck my face off. i finally decided to back away and leave him be. mostly because i was too scared that he would lunge for me if i tried to kill him.

about 10 minutes later nate went into the shed to get the metric ton of diapers to take to the dump. i followed him in and asked, "did you see the tarantula?" (nate rolls eyes. i don't know why he never believes me.) "no." i point towards the blue recycling bin, "look in there." "whoa, that IS big." and he proceeds to bring the bin out onto the patio, into the light. "damn, look at him!" then he tipped the bin over, the spider jumped out and sucked his face off.

...ok, not really, but that TOTALLY COULD HAVE HAPPENED....

what really happened was the tarantula tried to make a break for it, causing nate to chase after it with his slipper.

us - 1, tarantula - 0

Thursday, September 10, 2009

the lady killer.

i know what you're thinking - awww, look how cute he is smiling at the animals.
when in fact, you're wrong.
he was flirting with the hot mom at the hand washing station.
that's just...great.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

DUDE.

my love for all things 'as seen on tv' is well documented. yes, it's incredibly embarrassing but there are worse things to obsess about.
so today i went to bed, bath and beyond to return some sheets we got for our wedding and OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS. it's an 'as seen on tv' PARADISE.
they have every 'as seen on tv' product that is crappily made and likely to break instantly ever known to man kind.
YES, I KNOW YOU ARE LAUGHING AT ME AND I DON'T EVEN CARE.
that's how happy i am.

i refrained from purchasing everything in sight and only got something i actually can use (the twin draft guard - that's right, i bought 3. and you know what? they work GREAT. suck on that.)

and yes, i'm very thankful that my husband doesn't leave me everytime i start talking about it.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Sunday, September 6, 2009

the sick one.

cash has a cold.
and there has never been a MORE SICK KID IN THE WORLD.
or at least you would think so the way he is carrying on.

mommy needs a drink.
and a xanax.

(plus, i think it is HILARIOUS that he's wearing a bib that says 'mommy loves me' when i'm sitting there taking pictures of him scream. i can't help it, his mad face is funny. and when he really gets into it his whole body turns bright red. kind of like the hulk.)

eta: if you zoom in (alot) you can see a little tiny tooth peeking out. the tooth that caused a thousand screams, if you will. p.s. - it's SHARP. he bit me the other day. NOT FUN.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

why we ALWAYS buy insurance for nate's phone.

since nate and i started dating, he's been through easily a dozen phones.
in four years.
the very first phone i remember him having had a broken antenae (back when phones HAD antenae) a cracked screen, 2 buttons were missing and he had to shake it every time he answered it or made a call.
he's dropped his phone in the sand and in a giant bowl of whipped cream.
he's lost it at the water front park and left it in a subway.
he's had to replace several other phones for actual phone malfunctions (one wouldn't charge, another one's hinge broke...it goes on and on really.)
and there was that one time i ran his phone over with my car (i blame pregnancy brain on that.)
and this weekend i washed his phone with the laundry (i blame doing laundry before coffee on that.)

that, my friends, is what you call bad phone kharma.