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February 2012 Moms
MrsLindinger0905
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FFFC
MrsLindinger0905
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Today's going to be a good one, I can feel it!
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Re: FFFC
I feel like 50 shades of grey had so many similarities to twilight - it was like a porno version without vampires. Don't get me wrong - I liked the book, but there are sooooo many better books out there! The only reason it was popular was because women were getting a little excited if you know what I mean!
I'll try to think of some better ones while I'm at work - cuz I realize now that was mor of an UO...
TTC #2 since 10/2013
BFP #1 (4.14.14) ~ CP (4.18.14)
BFP #2 (6.27.14) ~ EDD 3.7.15
Did you know 50 shades was started on a Twilight fan board? And that the original characters were named Edward and Bella?! After the second book I lost interest because I kept noticing parallels to Twilight! I could go on and on about it, lol.
I didn't give DH a gift for fathers day. I gave him a craft. And he actually had to help me make it. Terrible, I know.
I say totes, Cray Cray, and whatevs way too much.
I'm also I guess the word is jealous that my friend is staying over for a few days with her sister and her sister's husband and her niece at their mom's to help out with the baby. They came home yesterday. No one offered to stay with us and help us. We came home from the hospital and it was H and me alone and scared to death with a newborn even though we both have parents closely. I feel like she should suck it up and take care of her own baby with her husband. She had a c/s just like I did.
Such weird irrational feelings I am having about this,
Me too! And he's playing with a remote so that probably makes me extra crappy.
I feel like my sister and her husband are going to be terrible parents. He is just so selfish and she is doing it for the attention.
There, I said it.
Mine is playing on the roof. I said, "hey, if it's safe enough for Santa..."
In 1993 I got a perm.
ETA: All photographic evidence is at my parents' house. Next time I visit, I'll make sure to grab one and scan it.
Melodic Insomniac
Inspired by mirror's overreaction thread - I definitely felt a twinge of guilt whenever I ate cold cuts while pregnant, and I probably only did it a handful of times. Things like this make me bummed that I'll never be pregnant again because between the normal FTM freakouts and carrying ID twins my pregnancy was one big ball of nerves and I feel like I would be so much better at it if I could get pregnant a second time with one baby. But we only want two kids.
I really want the girls to start walking by the end of the year. If they do they'll beat my nephew. I love my nephew to pieces but my sister is not the best mom (luckily they live with my parents, who are basically a second set of parents for him) so it will make me happy if my kids do stuff faster. I would never, ever say anything or gloat, but it would make me smile inside. Yup, I'm awful.
If I don't see pictures it didn't happen...
Eta I say totes, whatevs, and cray.
I am a working mom who had/has ppd which I totes brought on myself.
I posted about 2 months ago about my SIL who had a really easy labor and delivery. Breastfeeding was also reaaallllly easy for her, too. OH and she is about 15 pounds below her pre pregnancy weight. She didn't try and loose weight, it just happened. Her son has been extremely fussy for the last 2 months. While I feel bad for him because I know he is in pain, I get a little twinge of happiness every once in a while. She is always saying how she wants 12 children, and I told her that once she has 1, her opinion might change...it has and I am so happy! I am terrible, I know.
Yesterday I was curled into a ball on my bed (AF) and I cleaned the hair out of my brush, but realized that I didn't want to get up to throw it away, so I rolled it up and put the hair back in the brush.
OMG! Allison played with one of these for an HOUR last night! Seriously, it is her new "go-to" toy!
Same here.
Pictures?
I got a perm, too.
In 2009.
My Colton...Growing up so fast!
And Coralee, his baby sister...On the way!
I prefer sweatshirts with no hoods. My baby sister told me they were "nerdy", so I don't own any anymore. Yes, I caved to the peer pressure of a 19-year-old.
I feel sorry for those stuffed animals that people strap to the front of their vehicles. They have to be freezing this time of year, and scared to death.
Aria likes to eat the marshmallows from my Lucky Charms cereal. So, if I need to get anything done I'll plunk her in her high chair, toss a handful of cereal on her tray, and let her go to town. She feeds the actual cereal to the dog. I'm probably going to mommy hell.
I blocked a certain someone because they make me BSC and I feel like my bump days are going to be much more enjoyable.
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I posted earlier this week about my possibly over-attached babysitter (BTW, my decision was to stick with her, because she probably is just a socially awkward friend, who loves my kid to bits and has the best of intentions, but puts her foot in her mouth. I am, however, prepared to have a serious heart-to-heart with her the next time any comment like that is made).
My confession is that, every now and then, when she does things that bug me, I take comfort in the fact that her husband is taking a sabbatical next year, and they will be spending most of the year in California, so J is probably going to forget them.
I feel TERRIBLE about this, because I know they are going to really miss him.
Last night, I needed my 2 year old to try on a shirt that I want him to wear for family pics tomorrow. He refused, so I bribed him with a Skittle. I may have to bring many Skittles to the photo shoot.
My little guy wants more breakfast (Cheerios and banana slices). Most of it is stuck to his shirt. I am just pulling it off his shirt and "regifting" his food back to him. Oh yeah, I also usually forget to put a bib on him.
There is nothing wrong with this.
This is amazing.
My FFFC: Lucas' white shirt was getting filthy from him being on the floor. Instead of cleaning the floors, I put him in a darker shirt.
I've never made him homemade puree.
By the end of the day I am so fed up with tantrums that I'm secretly ready to just rip out my hair.
I multitask on my phone and playing with LO all the time.
I feel like a crappy mom at least once a day.
If there was a Killians in the fridge, you bet I'd be claiming it. But since there's only Budweiser, I haven't.
Also, DH is getting sick and I don't feel bad. I had a fever last week and he made me cookies... But I still don't feel bad.
Some people don't like to travel. Why spend 100 on a passport? Drivers license is good enough ID.
Ummm, yeah. We for sure don't have the money to go anywhere right now, and even if we did, my DH has a crazy fear of flying (like he would have to be sedated) so long flights out of the country are definitely out of the question. So I guess for us it says, "Why would I spend money on a passport I can't use?"
What does it say? You honestly judge people that don't have valid passports?
Seriously? I love this. And here is mine (warning--this is probably going to be long, so feel free to skip it!)
Some backstory: I have a very special stuffed rabbit that my dad brought home from work when I was 2.5. He told me this whole story about how the rabbit had been on the side of the road when he was driving home in the rain, and when he pulled over, the rabbit said that he was hoping that my dad would know of some little girl that would love him and take care of him (and of course my dad said that he did know of such a girl...) Even though I was old enough (most of the time) to know that he wasn't really real, the Velveteen Rabbit was already my favorite book, and I decided to name him "Shabby." When asked why I chose such a random name for my new, non-shabby-looking bunny, I apparently told my parents that in the Velveteen Rabbit, it says that "when the rabbit was loved for a very long time, he became shabby." So, I thought that "shabby" means that my bunny was very loved, not that he was old and gross-looking. (I may have also told my mom she was "very shabby" a few times before I really understood that it wasn't just a synonym for "very loved." Oops!)
After many years of sleeping with Shabby (and asking him many times in the dark to "become real"), I finally went off to college and then law school and finally moved into my own house. He came with me on all those moves--but was relegated to the closet. Of course, he came out of the closet again when C was born, but then my dog, who had never chewed a single thing in her entire dog life, went to town on Shabby one day when C was still a tiny newborn and tore off one of Shabby's eyes and some of the stuffing from his neck. I yelled at my dog and freaked out, sobbing like a real death had occurred. Not my finest moment--I blame the PP hormones! But my husband fixed Shabby as best as he could and then my mom sewed an eye back on him and tied a little scarf around his neck to hide the damage.
With all that said--my FFFC is that whenever C has played with Shabby and then discarded him and he is lying all whomperjawed on the floor, I feel absolutely compelled to go over and arrange him in a more "comfortable" position (which means he can't be lying on his ears all twisted up because that would hurt, duh!) I try not to let my husband see me doing this. I feel like there is a fine line between "oh, it's sweet that you kept your stuffed animal for C to play with" and "crazy psycho, you still think Shabby might be real."
ETA: For those who are wondering--I started this post at 9:54. It is now. 9:58. I promise I don't spend all day on the computer at work--just when I am pumping, waiting for conference calls to assemble all the necessary people, eating lunch, etc. Okay, that actually adds up to a lot of time
(Ignoring the fact that this is not a confession...) We have passports, and they've been used. More than once. However, international travel is not something that everyone is capable of doing, for numerous reasons. It doesn't always come down to ignorance or lack of desire.
For the record, my husband and I have taken a "Great American Road Trip" every year since we've been married, and it's been fantastic. Our country is amazingly diverse in geography, culture, and even climate. When I hear someone make a remark like yours, I question if they've even taken the time to learn about and travel throughout their own country.
For my short FFFC (for those of you who understandably skipped my last one):
I took out all the ceiling fans in our house when we moved in because ceiling fans scare the living crap out of me. I hate that they spin above the bed, and when I was little, I always felt like they were going to fall out of the ceiling and hurt me (also, I felt really sorry for the fans who had to work so hard turning all night, while I was just chilled out and sleeping). I used to wait until my mom had left the room, and then sneak out of bed and turn my fan back off (she always turned it on because we kept our house pretty warm in the summer time). This didn't mesh so well with my belief that a bed comforter would certainly keep all the monsters away from me--while a sheet was simply not nearly enough protection. So, for many years, I lay in my bed with my winter comforter pulled up to my neck and no ceiling fan to cool me off. All in the name of safety.
And you know what---I didn't die from ceiling fan injuries or monsters, so I can't definitively say that it wasn't necessary to sweat through those long summer nights
My husband says the same thing. His theory is why should we visit other countries when we haven't seen everything ours has to offer yet? I have a passport but it expired and I don't see a reason to renew it unless we need it in the future.
For the record, not flaming, just giving my thoughts!
Sooner, not to mention the very real danger of fan death!!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_death
Clearly, I must have viewed some Korean propaganda as a small child!
But seriously, a ceiling fan did fall on one of my partners in my firm a few years ago--he had some serious facial lacerations (now--for full disclosure, he had been monkeying around with the fan base a few nights before it happened!)
But still--I just can't handle a ceiling fan while I am trying to sleep because I am: a) afraid of the fan and b) feel sorry for it. So complicated