no. it's really five am

If you were at our house at 4:30am this morning, you would have seen my son, patting the side of my face, (that's right he made it to the bed again) wide awake and wanting to play. I tried to get him back to sleep but he wasn't having it. When I looked up at him and groaned he just smiled his sweet, Hi Mommy, I'm so glad to see you! smile, so I got up and made him oatmeal anyways. He was wide awake and playing at 5am in the livingroom. Me, I just watched him with a stunned expression on my face, repeating in my head... no. it's really five am. I guess that's no earlier than some of you have to get up and go to work so I shouldn't be complaining but it's still hard to deal with. Especially when my job in the mornings consists of diapers, oatmeals, sippy cups and singing upbeat silly songs with a 10 month old.
I haven't been drinking a whole lotta coffee lately. I'm not sure why. It does help wake me up, I think I just pour a cup and get busy, tooling around the house with laundry and dishes and then forget that I have it. Or truthfully, sometimes I get caught up in Regis and Kelly, but that doesn't happen often. In part because I try to limit the time that the little one is exposed to the television, (which effects me too, dang it), but also because it's hard to focus on a TV show with a 10 month old, hanging from the side of your arm, dangling off of the sofa yelling, DADADADADA at the top of his lungs. Eventually I just give up and turn off the TV. And then he gets all of my attention... ah how they train you.

If you were at our house tonight...

If you were at our house tonight around 7pm, you would have seen Jorma and me trying to pretend that fajitas wrapped in lettuce taste the same as fajitas wrapped in a warm flour tortilla. We are starting the South Beach way of life again, and it requires a week with no carbs (really two, but we go one) to break the sugar cravings. It's been three days and no one is dead yet, so I think it's working ok. It's hard getting that baby weight off. We joined the Y, which is nice because they have daycare, so I can get away for 45 minutes or so and Connor and play with some other kiddies. Except he's really not interested in other kiddies right now and last time we went, he screamed almost the whole time and they had to come and get me. I was, if no other day going to Wednesdays when I had the sitter, but now she's back in school so I'm stuck with the Y daycare again. I'll be sure and post how it goes.
I really want to try yoga. I think some stretching might do me better than cardio right now. I do so much reaching bending and catching that I need to limber up. I took a tumble down our livingroom stairs a couple of months ago, (don't gasp there are only two stairs), while holding the baby. I landed on my elbows holding him up in the air and wasn't hurt badly at all. He actually enjoyed it, giggling when we reached the ground. I wish I could remember being a baby. It's almost not fair.

I'll try 'bout anything once

For Mother's Day Jorma got me a Creative Writing kit. I think I might start using it. Every day has a different brainstorming theme and the kit is complete with cards that give shorting writing lessons that should be read before starting the theme. I thought it would be neat to add to the blog, since some days it's just hard to find something to write about. Although it might be confusing for anyone that doesn't read this post and then reads a later one started with, "Her red hair lit the wall..." or one of the other writing starters the book gives.
Maybe I'll put fiction in brackets next to it. Or maybe I'll just write it all down in Word and no one will ever see it but me. I'll have to think on this one.
I do enjoy writing though. I like to ride the subconscious wave that rises when you are just typing furiously and not letting the editor in your head come out. It's kind of theraputic actually. I wonder if writing fiction is just as theraputic as say, keeping a journal. Certainly it would be... painting can be theraputic but the artist doesn't always have to be painting something from within his self... or does that just happen automatically? At any rate it will be something fun to try and I'll try 'bout anything once.

I mean how tasty can a dead moth be?

This child is full speed ahead as soon as he opens his eyes. He’ll be half asleep and crawling across the crib, or bed. Then he starts whining, I guess because it’s hard to crawl when you aren’t fully awake yet. He’s definitely stealing our hearts. He’ll get caught messing with the stereo and we give him that, “Connor” in the warning tone and he just looks up and gives the sweetest smile… and it just melts your heart. It’s almost enough to let him keep playing with the stereo, if one didn’t remember that he already broke our 5 disk DVD player. I have no idea what he did to it, but he did something… because after allowing him to play with it, it started running hot and never played a DVD after.
He just took his first steps last Tuesday. He hasn’t figured out yet that he can get where he wants by walking. Right now, walking is something that he does for applause and kisses. He still prefers crawling to get places or chase the cat, which is his favorite pastime. He has a big old scratch on the back of his hand and on his elbow to prove it too, but it’s not enough to discourage him. The fact that the cat isn’t too bright and baits the child doesn’t help much either. The cat seems to think that he has a right to lie in the middle of the living room floor without being pawed by the child, which he does… but we can’t explain that to Connor so for now we just hope that we can intervene before Kitty inflicts too much damage. Although, Kitty seems to understand that Connor is a baby and more often slaps him with his claws sheathed. This just seems to excite Connor who looks at Kitty with delight at the interaction.
Everything goes into the mouth. Toys, Kitty’s tail, dead bugs a moth, mommy’s toes. Everything. I thought he would maybe have grown out of it by now… I mean how tasty can a dead moth be? Shows how much I know… he’s teaching me more than I’m teaching him that’s for sure.

oh wait. I guess that's enough

When we were living in CA, my blog broke, I couldn't upload anything, although I tried more than once. I troubleshot my settings and searched the web for information and... nothing.
But now that we are back in NC... I am able to upload again. Which means that I'll be able to upload my blog again! Yipee!
I don't know what I will be writing about, since my life mostly consists of dirty diapers, a dimpled 10 month old, husband, part time job and family... oh wait. I guess that's enough.