Eli is on the move...

well, it finally happened. eli went from only sporadically walking to full fledged thats about all he will do walking. its exiciting but also terrifying. he is facinated with electrical outlets and stairs. there are twenty million things to peak his interest in our house but he picks those two things. its a heart attack waiting to happen. and he's so freakin' proud of himself its really hard to get onto him about it. so i just put in some outlet covers and run interferance on the stairs. he also thinks its alot of fun to torture the dog. his thinking is that if he smiles real cute it doesnt matter that he is trying to pull her ears off and she will just forgive him instead of biting his head off. i keep trying to tell him that he wont ben this cute forever and he wont always get away with things be we both know i am full of crap. look at him for God's sake. he is a certified dumpling. we are so screwed. do you think the judge will think he is this cute when he gets sent to juvie for knocking over a liquor store because his father and i were too soft to give him the discipline he needs? i sure hope so.
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is pregnancy a cure for the common cold?

last year when i was pregnant with Eli, i did not get sick once. not the flu, not allergies, no colds, nada. in the 13 months since i had him, however, i have been sick a bazillion times. it sucks. someone can just look at me and i get a cold. i am over it. if i have to stay knocked up the rest of my life, i will do it(hubby would probably appreciate the trying to get pregnant part anyway). its like i had some sort of immunity. now i drop him off at the germ factory(daycare) and he will either get it and give it to me or it will just skip him altogether and jump straight to me. life is just not fair.
oh well. i have to go. a total lack of oxygen is causing me to be light headed. i can't stop sneezing and can only breathe through my mouth. if a fire broke out at my house right now i wouldnt know it because i cant smell anything. food has no tasted though unfortunately, my appetite has not gone away. crapola!
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what is wrong with people

i have had this discussion with the women in my mom's group before. here you are, walking along at the mall or whatever, with your precious child and someone passes you and doesnt even crack a smile or gush over how outstandingly beautiful your child is. that just shows a lack of soul. i know every mother thinks that their child is beautiful but when i know for a fact mine actually is, it really bugs me. every time i see him, i just want to eat him up so i know he has to be cute. i think that all of us moms should carry some sort of device that, is used upon them, would send all non-gushers into fits of pain or boils or something. a little harsh i know but so is passing by God's gifts and not taking in their beauty.
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the gym, neo and cell phones

so i did my makeup workout today at lifetime fitness since i missed yesterdays class. this was one tough workout. 53 minutes of going up and down hills. so i am doing my workout and i am sweating like a stuck pig. this was like a very large amount of sweat. what is going on? then it hit me. one of the huge tv screens had the first "Matrix" movie on with subtitles and that movie in itself is a workout. trying to figure out the plot is a aerobic workout of the mind. dont even get me started on the other two.
so after the gym and after i sat for awhile to recover, i decided to take eli to the park. it was beautiful! the sun was reflecting on the lake. kids were frollicking. the geese and ducks were out in full force. then i came across this beautiful scene of these two little boys fishing with their grandfather watching them. it was a scene straight out of a Norman Rockwell painting except for one small thing---the dude was on his cell phone! then i took a closer look around and realized that there wer at least three other people going on a peaceful walk with their friggin cell phone glued to their ears. when did this happen? it used to be that you went to the park to excercise and get fresh air and to be with your family or friends. now its something you have to do while keeping yourself entertained. i would have started yelling at all of them if my cell phone hadnt rang just then.......
just kidding.
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the temptresses

so last week we are all trying to eat right and it was a coworkers birthday and we said we would take her to lunch. she decided to go to maccaroni grill. like i can actually set foot in a place like that without having the penne rustica(from heaven, yummy). so i blew diet bigtime. this week i have done pretty well until renee decides we need to go to scotty peas. like i can really set foot in there without having the cardiac fries! umm, i am beginning to sense a pattern. maybe i shouldn't set foot in these places and remove the temptation. i'm just weak. i have pms this week and want to eat everything. i have a big thing for food. unfortunately, my butt has a big thing for it too.
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they will rue the day....

i am having problems with Eli's daycare. he just moved up into the bigger kids room last week and they have breakfast with the general population in the cafeteria from 7 to 7:30. i usually drop Eli off at 7:40. well, they are refusing to feed my son breakfast if he gets there late!
so today i dragged my lazy butt up and managed to get Eli there at 7:25. the morning teacher, who i do not care for, proceeded to tell me i had to stay with Eli while he ate because i got there too late. oh no she didnt! i then proceeded to gripe her out and yell at her and act like the P.M.S.ing fiend i am. the manager is supposed to call me to work this out. if they can't, i will get on my mom's meetup site and tell anyone who will listen that they suck! no one messes with my boy. i will go kung foo on their butts.
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traffic sucks

yesterday it took me an hour and a half to get from mckinney to keller springs and the tollway. i decided to take preston down and the light at frankford and preston was flashing so they had one lone cop directing traffic. by the time i got to work, i wanted to kill someone.
i am from waco. you can get anywhere in waco in under 14 minutes. in dallas, 14 minutes may take you five miles if you are lucky.
when i got off of work. i decided to take preston(no, i promise i am not slow, i just figured the light was fixed by then). the light was fixed, but then they were doing contruction further up. aw, hello no! i quickly made a beeline for a side street and ended up in some residential neighborhood and got completely turned around. i eventually got back on track and it was smooth sailing after that.
then this morning, i leave my house extra early and drop the kiddo off in time for the nazi daycare to feed him breakfast(separate blog later to explain). then there is a wreck on 720! the brilliant frisco cops were letting the east bound lane go through and then they would let about 2 cars at a time go through on the west bound lane. you will never guess which lane i was in.
maybe i will move out to the country and grow veggies or something. i can't take much more of this crappy traffic.
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monday and tuesday ups and downs

started my excercise class last night called "team weight loss". did the treadmill for 43 minutes going up and down hills. it sucked but i managed to finish without having a heart attack or passing out. its the little victories that get me through it. Eli proceeded to throw up on me this morning and then fell into a blissful sleep while daddy and i had to actually get up and go to work. i was able to get about 45 more minutes of sleep than daddy.
tonight i had bible study and 30 minutes into it i got paged to go to the nursery. i figured he was just fussy but when i got down there he was sitting in just a diaper next to a gigantic pile of puke. i felt so sorry for the women working in there. i kept apologizing. i felt bad but not bad enough to clean it up. i wanted to hurl just looking at it. even if it came out of your precious gift from God--its still puke.
so last night charles came home bearing flowers and a very sweet card. he said he read my blog and felt bad. i was using the blog just to vent so it was never my intention to make him feel bad but if it got me flowers and his attention, so be it. i just want to say that despite what i have said in previous blogs, i do have the best husband ever. i used to think it was corny when women would say that their husbands were their best friends but now i know exactly what they meant. he's everything.
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hubby's back--all is good

Hubby came back yesterday from his mission trip to new orleans. i saw the van drive up at church and i took Eli out so he could greet his daddy. He gets out and heads straight for us. i have my arms outstretched(which is really hard since i have the baby in one arm and an umbrella in the other hand). i imagine our reunion in slow motion and i hear romantic music playing in my head. He reaches us and immediately takes Eli from my arms. i had to pratically beg him to kiss me hello.
somehow, with the birth of Eli, i have become numero secondo in my husbands eyes. i always thought that if he did ignore me, it would be for some blond who was young, firm and fully packed. i never imagined it would be for some short bald guy.

poor husband...not

so here i am pining away for my poor hubby who sounded miserable last night when i talked to him. he is in new orleans doing some demo work for a mission trip at church. he sounded so tired and i figured he misses me as much as i miss him. so last night when i was on the phone with him i asked him to call me the next night.
9:45 and still no phone call. so i call the number he had called me from the night before. i left to a message to please have my husband call me when he got a chance. i figured he was up to his ears in nasty, foul smelling rot and just couldnt get to a phone. so when he does call me, where does he call me from? Friggin bourbon street! sounding like he was having the time of his life and not missing me a darn bit. here i am taking care of our son and trying to not think about him being so far away and he is out partying with the church folk! the only thing that makes me feel okay about this whole thing is that he doesnt ever drink and knows how to keep it in his pants. he keeps talking about getting a mistress but we have both agreed i am all that he can handle right now and he sure cannot afford another womans shopping habits.
so come home charles! we miss you!
later
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Eli the masochistic muncher

so i decided that just firmly saying no to Eli when he tried to bite me wasn't working. he just looked at me and smiled. so i took his fingers and gently bit down on them(please do not call CPS) to let him know having your leg (or worse, your boob) bitten does not feel good. He looked confused for a minute, looked at his fingers, and them proceeded to shove them back into my mouth like it was fun. is it too early to start him on therapy? He thinks its fun!
so we just got back from the mall to try to find Eli his first official pair of shoes. i have looked for shoes for him before but i would just eyeball them and hold them up to his feet and assumed he wore a three. the lady at Striderite measured him and he wears a 4 1/2 wide! because he wears a wide width shoe, they will be more expensive because they do not always carry wide width childrens shoes in std stores. the shoes the lady at striderite tried to sell me were $42! this is for something he may be able to wear a couple of months and them he will have grown out of. one of my problems is, unlike most women in America, i hate to buy shoes. i would much rather buy clothes. i am afraid i am starting to feel the same about shopping for Eli. why pay $50 for a pair of shoes when they have such cute little boy outfits?
so if you see my son walking around with tin foil or kleenex boxes on his feet, don't worry. its just that his mom is not a shoe horse.
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first attempt at culinary stardom was a bust

i took a cooking class last week and learned how to make cream cheese crab cakes. i was so excited i decided to make some tonight and use my co-workers tomorrow as guinne pigs.
now i would like to point out that never once during the class did the chef instruct us to use anything but lump crab. right after the class i went and looked and about 10lbs of lump crab would be $10. being the economically minded person that i am (don't laugh at that charles. i like to spend money. just not on silly things like food.), i decided to buy some imitation crab meat and use that instead. it was only $2 a pound. apparently, there was a reason she didnt say you could substitute anything other than genuine lump crab. it was awful. it wouldnt stick together and before too long i had some sort of stringing looking concoction going in the skillet that didnt even remotely resemble the beautiful crab cakes the chef prepared. i ended up trashing it without even tasting them that looked so bad. on a more positive note: i did make some herb cheese bread and it was awesome. after looking at the recipe, however, i am convinced Eli could have made this if he could reach the counter.
so when i have the funds, i will buy some actual crab and i am sure it will be wonderful. i can cook. i just need to have directions i can follow and not deviate from them.
on a side note that has nothing to do with the blurb above: how can i convince Eli not to bite me? he comes at me with mouth wide open ready to devour anything his mouth comes into contact with. when i firmly but lovingly tell him no, he grins and goes for me again. i'm thinking he is on to the fact that his dad and i melt whenever he smiles at us and therefore has free reign to call all of the shots. we are in so much trouble!
Charles is in New Orleans right now doing a mission trip for church so i am left to my own devices. Umm. by myself and payday is tomorrow. however will i pass the time? crap! i promised charles i would be good so the extent of my shopping this weekend is to buy Eli his first official pair of shoes. Yes, i know he is 13 months old now and it is totally trashy to let him go barefoot but i didnt get the memo about what is appropriate or not. its not like i let me wander about in just a diaper. its just bare feet. plus i love his smelly little baby feet. i guess its time to grow up. i'm talking about me, not him.
off to my lonely bed without hubby. i'm not sure who the dog is going to spoon with now.
see ya!

Well, here it is...

My first official blog entry. A mom friend of mine has a blog and it is so engrossing that I thought I would try it.
I am preparing myself for Charles to be out of town. He is going on a mission trip to New Orleans to demo a house for four whole days. That means I have to find a way to entertain Eli. It usually doesn't take much. The great thing about having a kid is that they are, at least temporarily, your biggest fan. Just about anything you do is amusing to them. Of course, he is just as entertaining. It's kind of like having your own little circus monkey around all of the time. He is doing this thing lately where he does this half walk, half crawl thing. He basically crawls on his hand and feet and doesn't bend his knees. It's hysterical. (Don't get in too big of a hurry, bunny. I am in not good enough shape to try to chase you yet.)
So I am starting a sort of mini boot camp next week. It's basically Monday, Wednesday and Fridays from 6pm to 7pm). It's going to be a beating but I have to do something. Big birthing hips are not the "in" thing right now. If they were, I would be the spokesmodel.
Anyway, more to follow as the mood strikes me. I know this is probably a boring first effort, but I will work on it.
Happy Wednesday!