Poop

Guess what my kid's into these days?

Massive power dumps that leak up his back causing me to shriek, gag, run around like a mad woman preparing emergency baths, outfit changes and last minute laundry loads.

Haha. You thought I was going to say he's into stuffed animals or trains or something.

Poop.

Poop. That's right, this mini-blog was brought to you by the word poop. Everybody does it.

Local SAHM Makes Horrifying Dinner

I made dinner into an uber disaster

I'm not sure I loathe cooking, enjoy it, or just do it because it's a necessity. One thing is for sure, I'm not that great at it.

I cannot follow a recipe unless it's baking a cake or something. I always have to tweak, add, modify, slice where there is to be

shreds, shred where there are supposed to be wholes. More often than not my creations are works of culinary art. No, just

kidding...not art, but passable as food which is the most important part. Right?

Well, I got real creative today and created this horrible monstrosity of a dinner. What started off as crock pot porkchops in a chicken bullion and mushroom soup base turned into that - AND MORE. I thought to myself, "lookee here, I have an envelope of dry vegetable soup mix, and OH! Dry ranch mix, that's always yummy in a crock pot dish...hmm, shall I add fresh mushrooms? Sure, why the hell not?!?"

So I've had the super slow cooker recipe in the crock pot all day...cooking, and simmering, bubbling and steaming and fooling me with delicious scents wafting from the kitchen.

It's almost time for Alan to get home so I'm thinking I should wrap up the dish and be all June Cleaver (note, I originally typed DORIS Cleaver).

Well hell. I'm not sure why I made so much broth type like soup stuff. Ugh, it's gross, salty and thin. I add instant mashed potatoes thinking it'll thicken up and I can make some type of gravy type thing. I add half the box before it's decided that I better come up with another plan. Now I have a gross, salty, thin, artificial mashed potato slop on my hands.

So I think, "Macaroni! Macaroni makes everything better! Maybe I can pull the pork chops out, add macaroni and make a pork mac like chili mac but better! Yes, that's what I'll do."

I make myself eat a couple of spoon fulls of the over pleasing broth and finally decide that there is nothing I can do to make this better. Scratch the pork mac, I'm making vegetable pasta salad to have with the pork chops (which are actually yummy!). Veggie pasta salad is like one of the only dishes I can make right every time. Except I have no vegetables except peppers and frozen peas.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?!?

Pepper frozen pea pasta salad!

::hurl::

Poor Alan.

6 Months - The Holy Grail of Baby-isms

Dear Hank the Tank,

Boy oh Boy have you grown and earned your nickname. You are BIG! Not rolls of cute baby fat big, but just um, large of stature. I don't have your 6 month stats yet as your 6 month check up isn't until the 15th of this month. But I will tell you that you're growing out of your 9 month sized clothes and moving on in to your 12 month onesies and sleepers.

You are the reason for so many things in my life. Happy reasons.

Your smile and laugh are delightful! You laugh all the time, even when you are tired. You whine a couple of times then laugh and repeat. Your new favorite social thing to do is "play-cough" to see if your adult buddy will repeat. Then you (and I) will go on and on laughing and coughing.

I swear you are saying Mammmm maaah when you are cranky and hungry. But it could be that I am hearing what I want to hear. I do that a lot.

Here are the milestones you are currently doing:
Eating solids (smushed up solids)
Eating bits and bobs of bread and cereals
starting to use a sippy-cup but get pissed off when it doesn't work for you
rolling over from front to back
attempting to crawl
sitting up (with pillows on all sides 'coz you tumble over sometimes
cry when I leave the room (sometimes)
getting more intelligent with your hand eye coordination
laughing until you get hiccups


And I'm sure I'm leaving some off...but that small list is not the point of this letter. The point is to tell you how much we love you and how honored we are to be your parents.

Everyone tells me what a happy baby you are and how joyful you are and it's the truth! I always tell your Daddy that you have a fan club wherever we go. People recognize and say hello to you at the grocery store I shop at and you always greet them with a smile.

**Blatant shout outs here** Quite the traveler, you have made 3 complete round air flights to see Nana-Jana, Pop, Uncle Kyle, Grampers and Grandma H, Great Mini Aunt Rose Ann, and cousin Melissa and Davis, and Aunt Meg, Kris and Uncle Kelly in Tulsa. Multiple car rides to Grandma and Grandpa P and Aunt Angela, Uncle Damian and Cousin Damian. And we're getting ready to fly to St. Louis to see your cousin Nathan and Aunt Jen and Uncle Chad. You are an excellent traveler and I love that we're able to take these trips. This summer you'll get to go to your first wedding (out of belly) when Uncle John and Aunt Weezy get married. Exciting!! You're extended family loves, adores and spoils you too.

I'm looking forward to and getting kind of nervous for the next few months as you become increasingly mobile. I'm sure it will be "fun" and exhausting. But that's okay. This is great - this parenting thing.

Love you for always for ever and ever for sure,

Mom

Tuesday Night Office Marathons Rule

I have a millions things to blog about, none of them relevant about my life right now, but just my life. However, I have found I have too many things to do during the day. Hellooooo teething baby with excessive drool.

Visit with Kyle was awesome. He left at 6:50am this. Remind me to have words with my stepfather for booking such an early flight (jk!)

We have a Wii....my life has not changed at all. I thought I was going to be impressed. I fucking hate video games. Always.

Taking better care of myself. I actually ate and drank water today. My new meds are kicking my ass. Dr. on Thursday. Down 12 pounds this month which is awesome, but it's not from healthy lifestyle.

I have a cute video to share of Henry laughing and me being a bossy-butt and I'll close with that today because it's perfect. Teekle-Teekle!

Kyler-Whyler

It's incredibly humbling that I'm getting to spend time with my brother, basically, getting to know him. That's right. I'm 28, he's 24 and we are just now getting acquainted. You see, we had issues while we were growing up and we did not like each other at all. I remember telling him several times that I wish I were an only child, that I hated him, why couldn't he just be "good" like me, or at least put on a good show. I have very few memories of Kyle growing up that were good. I was a monster, a monster child.

*please note, there is lots, lots more to the above paragraph but it's personal family stuff - unbloggable. *

But now I have this chance to see and enjoy this beautiful person he is. Like someone switched a light on in my head and it's enlightening. The fact that he even wants to talk to me is amazing to me after all the things and hurtful words I berated him with.

We share a lot of the same traits, we both have funny quirks and an off-beat sense of humor.

I'm so proud of him, to call him my brother. MY BROTHER. My brother who dropped out of High School, couch hopped for years, been homeless, lived at the 'Y' worked on a carnival traveling all over the place who just completed Job Corps and earned his GED and a trade in Electrical. He's an inspiration.

I've gotten my chance to make amends and apologize. He forgives me, said he was never carrying any of it around and it was just the way it was. I am so fortunate. I was carrying around that heavy guilt....but you know what? We are both different people now. We're no longer children. We can talk. We know how things were, we'll always share our childhood.

So here's to family, which I never really gave much thought to until I had my baby. How important the relationships are that we build when we are young. How important it is to hold on to the past - the good parts of the past.

I love you, Bub.

Tiny Feet

I have to admit I miss the absence on the nights that he is away, slaving away, writing some computer language or training some other nerdy-smart pants on how to do like the most impossible math problem in computer language ever, I am sure. I miss his body next to mine in bed even though his body temperature runs at least 10 more than mine and is like a hot water heater, even went not needed.

I miss him. I admire him. I love him.

But the the other side of the cool sheet is the interrupted sleep with no snores, which I also love. No sheet or blanket wars, no grumbling from me in the morning when his 5am alarm goes off and he keeps snoozing it. But then...no back scratches and snuggles. Boo.

I love him so, my strange giant. My rock. My boy friend who's been around since my teens and HA, we are married.

He's participated in given me the best gift from God of all, my Son, Henry. Every day it's more a joy to take care of him and he's so loved and social. I hope he keeps the social aspect. I was such a timid little girl to most (I know, imagine that!). But he is starting to recognize words and he thinks that every bottle is his. His tiny little hand grasped out to a beer I was drinking making me feel like a lush when I refused to give in to his whim. There's no reasoning with a tiny person at that point. Just sip sips when he looks the other way.

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My brother is here this week. We have a good relationship now, but it wasn't always so. I was horrible to him. In fact, I'd say I am just NOW getting to know and understand my brother. He's accomplished a lot these past years, things to be very proud of like getting his GED, getting a job, working at/with a traveling carnival. He's funny, he's smart, and Henry just loves him. So I am lucky to have this opportunity to get to know my brother more and for Henry to know him from the very beginning.

Cadillac Wack

I am turning off the TV more and listening to music more and more these days. Good behaviour. I realized I had a problem when I'd seen every Wife Swap show on WE. Wow, did I really just type that? My lameness meter went way, way, down low.

So in turning off the TV I'm doing more fun things, things I enjoy. I'm getting ready to make Henry's baby album and then move on to full on scrapbooking. Never scrap booked before but it seems like fun. With all the money I made scrap booking I plan on buying a sewing machine table. Wait, what? You don't make money scrapbooking? WTH. Oh well, I'll come up with a plan B.

Fellow music lovers please comment some of your new favorite bands. I'm into RAP/Hip Hop, pop, college music, some techno, rock, alta-rock, etc.

Are you laughing about the Rap/Hip Hop thing? Why? Cause I'm a SAHM who listens to TI while riding around home, what? That's what I thought. :)

Henry Eating - Me laughing (direct to youtube a kind of boring video, but I love it)