Archive for the "Me Being a Mom" Category
Sep
02nd
2010
Okay, I’m getting seriously lazy with these posts because I’m actually 2 days away from being 15 weeks. And yes, I felt the need to tell you all that because the entire time you’re pregnant all you really care about is being farther ahead of where you are and you want the world to know that HEY, I’m really 5 days farther along than what the title of this post says and I realize it seems like a petty & insignificant detail, but I LIVED through those 5 days of constipation and grief so it makes a difference, DANG IT!
It’s an actual baby belly now & not just gas. I REJOICE!
This week I downgraded from Gold Level Throw Up Queen to a content state of Gagging While Brushing Teeth. It’s the little things, people.
Also, I’m going to a wedding this weekend and I’m currently on the hunt for an outfit that doesn’t make me look like I did at the wedding I attended two weeks ago. Which was basically a WHALE with flip flops and smeared eyeliner.
Horrendous, I know. I’d like to go for something a little less frumpy this time, and that requires me to find a cute dress today on my lunch break. Wish me luck!
Tags: 14 weeks pregnant belly photo pregnancy wedding outfit Categories: Me Being Pregnant Me Being a Mom Personal Pregnancy #2
Aug
31st
2010
Ahh, choosing a name. It can be a fun, exciting chance for expectant parents to bond or it can be a freaking nightmare, depending on who your husband is. I’ll give you one guess as to how splendid this experience has been so far.
Hint:
Agreeing on a name for this baby has been a tedious process for Justin and I. It was pretty easy for us to settle on Madeline, being that I had it chosen for my future daughter since I was 15 and was never going to change my mind, so help me God we both absolutely loved it right off the bat. This time around, he’s not been so cooperative. (Shoot.)
The man is more than just picky. If he had a legitimate reason to rule out a name that’d be fine, but he’ll come up with these super ridiculous name associations as reasons why the would never work for a child of ours. They’re not even real reasons, they’re just… I don’t even know. Feel my pain as you read ACTUAL excuses he’s given me:
Amelia – “It just makes me think of a World War I plane.” You mean like Amelia Earhart?
Pearl – “Sounds like an old woman who smells like mothballs and shops at Penny’s.” My Great-Aunt Pearlie doesn’t smell like mothballs. I’ll have to confirm the JCPenny thing though…
Elijah – “It’s just because you want to call him Eli, isn’t it? No.” BUT IT’S CUUUUUTE!
Liam – “Prime rib.” …Really????
He doesn’t really contribute any ideas, he just disagrees in a really annoying way. I can’t work like this. All Justin knows is that he wants our kid to have a badass name. If this baby is a boy, he is going to fight me tooth and nail to have his middle name be “Danger” just so he will be able to say “My middle name is Danger.” Aaaaand you think I’m joking.
As of right now, this baby is being referred to as Jack Bauer Bruce Wayne Schwarzenegger Danger Gable. It… it just doesn’t have the classic sound I’m aiming for.
I’ll keep you posted on any new developments. Prayers are welcome.
Tags: baby names Danger is my middle name Categories: Me Being Pregnant Me Being a Mom Personal Pregnancy #2
Aug
26th
2010
I promise, when she turns 2 I’ll stop counting the months and finally make the switch over to years. Anyone know why us moms do that?
My little darling.
As much as I joke about her being a wild and uncontrollable hellion, she really is well behaved and good-natured the majority of the time. Justin and I have so much fun with this little girl and I want to make sure you’re all convinced of that by the end of this post. I don’t want to scare anyone out of having children, haha!
She was a flower girl in my sister-in law’s wedding this past weekend and umm, I never really realized how big of a ham she was until that day, being around all those strangers. It’s slightly ridiculous.
Maddie is a people-person. I realize how much of a stupid-parent thing that is to say, as she’s not even two years old, but she truly is. I’ve been around kids who don’t pay anyone but their mothers an ounce of attention, and you end up having to bend over backwards to even get them to crack a smile. I’m always like, “What did I do wrong, kid? ACCEPT MEEEEE!” Maddie’s just not that way. Cheesy grins and friendly waves are handed out to everyone, whether they’re paying attention to her or not.
(This is a HUGE sigh of relief for me because I was fully convinced I was going to be cursed with a bratty child, especially after all the stunts I pulled when I was younger. Sorry Dad.)
She talks A LOT. I really need to show you guys a video of all the hilarious things she says. Almost everything starts with “oooh…”.
Maddie, what do you want to drink?
Ooooh, JUICE.
Maddie, what’s in Mommy’s tummy?
Ooooh, bay-bee.
Maddie, where’s Daddy?
Ooooh, nigh-nigh.
I’m interested and only slightly terrified to see how she reacts when her younger brother or sister makes their debut. Her world is going to be turned upside down, but I’m hoping she’s going to continue being her charming little self. I’m not too worried about it, really. I wouldn’t worry about it. Don’t worry about it. I’m not worried at all.
Ooooh, save me.
Categories: Me Being a Mom Personal
Aug
16th
2010
Last month I invited you to take a peek into my joyous little world of raising a toddler. Meaning, not really all that joyous. Meaning, quite the opposite. Meaning, MY HELL.
Here’s another example for you.
(Please ignore the blurriness and the obvious fact that I haven’t mopped the floor in two weeks.)
It’s a tutu, for crying out loud. How can you be any sort of angry while wearing a tutu? I’d wear one every day if it was socially acceptable.
I know my family is looking at this and thinking to themselves, “Poor little baby. She’s so mistreated. What did Morgan do to her to upset her this time?!?” Well, I’ll tell you.
Me: Maddie, let’s put on your new tutu!
Maddie *slap-punch-giggle-run away*
Me: Madeline. Let’s put on your tutu.
Maddie: GOOGDLE! (this translates to “noodle”)
Me: We’ll watch Elmo and Mr. Noodle* later. Let’s put on your new tutu and get you some juice.
Maddie: JOOOOCE! JOOOOCE! GOOGDLE! JOOOOCE!
Me: *wrestles with 30lb child to get new tutu up and around kicking legs*
Maddie: JOOOOCE! *runs into kitchen, stands by refrigerator for 2 seconds, makes it known that juice has not been poured quickly enough*
See above photo.
*Mr. Noodle is by far, the creepiest part of Sesame Street. Nightmare inducing, even. I have a post dedicated to him, but I’m thinking of saving it for Halloween.
Categories: Me Being a Mom Personal
Aug
05th
2010
Remember that time I made the most hideous face of my life which resembled an old white trash cackling witch with no teeth who also had a windblown mullet? I don’t either, but apparently it happened.
(Justin always looks normal in pictures, for some INCREDIBLY UNFAIR REASON. So we will skip him.)
And ohhh, Maddie. We were so excited to take you to the beach for the first time and were positive you would love it. Not so much. I’m sorry for the trauma we caused. Who knew sand between your toes could be so terrifying??
Categories: Me Being a Mom Personal
