Tuesday, November 30, 2010

birthday, crying edition.

a sick birthday boy does not equal a successful birthday party.
this was one of 2 gifts he agreed to open without screaming and shaking his head back and forth.

it was more crying and whining until we got to the cake:

dad is poison checker.

i'm generally not one for licensed character stuff.
actually, i avoid it like the plague.
especially clothing. HATE. IT.
but cash loves toy story. and all the other mini cakes at wal-mart were lame.
so i gave in.
woody cake for the win.

except...not really. because most of his birthday pictures looked like this:

maybe next year's birthday will involve less screaming.

Monday, November 29, 2010

as far as decorations go, this was a win.

i was a total failure last year and didn't decorate for his birthday at all (except for some balloons.)
this year, i wanted to make it special.
we decorated the night before so when he woke up, he was completely shocked at all the pretty things hanging everywhere.
it was the cutest.
sort of made up for how disasterous the rest of the day went.

in all fairness, he was incredibly sick on his birthday and pretty much hated every moment that didn't involve cake.
screaming, upset boy pictures to come.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

beginning another normal.

-- this new job (and schedule) has thrown me completely for a loop. between getting cash and myself ready to leave by 7:45, taking him to and picking him up from daycare, making dinner, packing lunches, doing laundry, washing dishes, grocery shopping, christmas shopping and everything else, i haven't had much time to blog. or facebook. or even tweet. sad face.

-- i have been to walgreens more times in the last two weeks then i have EVER been (there is one on my drive home from work, two on my drive home from daycare. ridiculous. also? they have a lot of crap.)

-- cash's 2nd birthday party was sort of disasterous (more on that later.)

-- dropping him off at daycare hasn't gotten any easier. for either of us.

-- i have the best brother in law in the universe. he replaces my light bulbs in exchange for tots. can't beat that.

-- speaking of tots, as for the restaurant...well, it's still there. thank god for janet taking up the slack on things i don't have time for anymore.

-- if anyone wants to take my recycling to the dump, i'd love you forever. and i'd probably give you some tots.

-- cash has taken his love of blueberries to new heights. he takes me over to the fridge, points at the freezer, grunts and signs 'milk' (which has become synonymous with 'please') every 10 minutes until i give in. all. day. long.

-- he also has become incredibly attached to his blue blanket. it only leaves his hands to eat, is quickly becoming less blue and more dingy grey and i have to sneak it out of his crib at night to wash it. god forbid if it's not back in his crib by morning because THE WORLD WILL END if its not.

-- i ordered the pictures for my christmas cards this morning and will consider it a MIRACLE if i get them out before new year's.

and this is is cash's 'i'm busted' face.

Thursday, November 25, 2010


this year, i'm thankful for a husband that knows how to build a fire and make me laugh.
a boy that likes to hold my hand and give me kisses.
oil in my furnace.
food in my fridge.
a paycheck with my name on it.
peppermint mochas.
snow in november.
my mom.
new work friends.
awesome 'not new' friends.
and this wonderful, blessed life that i live.

happy thanksgiving.

Monday, November 22, 2010


birthday mornings.
i love how everything around him (right down to his sock monkey) are still the same.
despite his silly, smiling face, he really hates the morning.
just like his mama.

Sunday, November 21, 2010


happy birthday to my favorite, crazy little 2 year old.
we love you pumpkin.

xo -
mumma and daddy

Thursday, November 18, 2010

kindergarten awesome-ness.

this is so cool.
course, cash would freeze to death since he can't keep a hat on his head to save his life.
still - outside all the time? he'd be in heaven.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

day 2.

i'm happy to report that today went muuuuuuch better.
he cried when i left (boy was watching me like a hawk - the instant i made a move for the door, the game was over.)
but it wasn't for 2 hours straight like it was yesterday.
and he was happily studying the fish in the lobby when i picked him up (as opposed to the screaming/crying that he was doing yesterday.)
there may just be a light at the end of this tunnel.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010


cash's first official day at daycare was today.
it was basically a disaster.
he's traumatized.
i'm traumatized, but probably more than he is.
i'm dreading having to drop him off again tomorrow, suffering from some serious mommy-guilt about having him there in the first place and completely and utterly exhausted.
so tired that i fell asleep in the middle of writing this.
me thinks i should probably go to bed.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

save the words.

this is something my dad would have thought was awesome.
ok, fine - i think it's pretty awesome too.
you know i'm going to find a reason to use 'pigritude' as often as humanly possible.

damn nate's pigritude! he never puts his dirty dishes away.

heh heh.

i'm getting nerdier by the day.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

back to 40.

our family is going through some major changes next week.
i got a 'real' job.
we need the paycheck, but the reality of working more and being away from cash was overwhelming.
like crying all morning, sick to my stomach overwhelming.
nate and i (and cash, consequently) are creatures of routine - we like our days to go as planned.
needless to say, having to get used to a new routine isn't going to be fun.
cash has never been in a daycare like this and i'm nervous for him. or maybe i'm more nervous and sad for myself - i wish we could afford for me to stay home with him, but that's just not the case. and that breaks my heart a little.
on the upside? i won't be coming home smelling like burgers anymore.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

wherein i almost kill him.

nate: ok, so if you don't want my wet towels on the floor, where exactly would you like me to put them.
me: in the basket.
nate: the basket in our room?
me: first off, that's a hamper, not a basket. and second, NO. the basket in the bathroom.
[nate walks into bathroom - looks around.]]
nate: there is no basket in the bathroom.
me: yes there is - it's in the cabinet.
nate: oh. hey, this is a good idea! when did you start doing that?
me: oh you know...a year and a half ago. WHEN WE MOVED IN.
nate: oh. well, why didn't you tell me before?
me: I DID.
nate: i don't believe you.
me: seriously - i am so close to killing you right now.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

why parents shouldn't be allowed to have scissors.

cash's hair has been getting a little...unruly.
some old lady even thought he was a girl on halloween (clearly, she needed glasses.)
i trimmed his bangs (terribly) a week or so ago.
and then the other night i thought it would be a good idea to trim the back of his head, reducing the mullet-esque thing he had going on back there.
the result was a whole lot of party on the sides, but business in the front and back.
not cute.
so nate decided to take matters into his own hands.
midway through he had given cash a bald spot and the appearance of fluffy ear hair.
also not cute.
nate and i discussed (loudly) the finer points of why there are people called barbers.
and then he wielded the scissors again:

this had all the warning signs of a complete and utter disaster, but in the end it didn't turn out so bad.
i would have chalked this up as a win for nate, but that bald spot (which we have to artfully comb his hair over) cost him the title.
we're calling this one a tie.

[[sidenote: is it weird that we keep score? i don't think so.]]