One Year Ago...and Poop

It was one year ago today that we brought our beautiful baby boy home. I would love to go on and on about how wonderful he is and what an incredible blessing he has been to our family. I would love to be able to put into words how he has touched all four of our lives and made us a more caring and loving family. I would love to be able to put all this on the web, but I know that no matter how hard I tried it would never sound right or be enough, so instead I will just say to Christian: "Thank you. You will never know how much you have taught us all. Thank you my beautiful baby boy."

On a lighter note, he decided to mark the occasion by pooping in the potty for the first time. I guess we all celebrate in our own way.

I Am NOT Monica

So this past week Christian has started to call me Monica. I am NOT Monica...I am mommy. It is really cute the way he says it. He draws it out and adds his own special way of saying it. He giggles when I freak out after he says Monica. He used to say, "Thank you, Mommy" when I would give him something or do something for him; now it is "Thank you, Monica". GRRRR!!!

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So after I kicked Marcus' butt at a game of Scrabble earlier today, we decided to play another game. I was feeling rather confident considering his defeat earlier; he quickly brought me back to reality. I realized that I need to read a dictionary. I have a very limited vocabulary and like to make up my own words. A lot of the real words I do know, I can't say correctly. (I would like to thank my husband and brother-in-law for always making sure they point this out to me.) Sure it's easy to point out my flaws, but it's a lot harder to shut up! (Thanks Homer!) After the game, I was bored so I was just skimming other blogs, some I have read before and others I have not. I came to another realization; my life is pretty boring. I like keeping family and friends up to date on what's going on, but when there is nothing going on, there is nothing to write about. There isn't much to update on this time either. If I were to blog about what's going on it would consist of this:

I wake up every morning feeling sick. I have to eat before I get out of bed or I get even sicker. Marcus brings me breakfast in bed almost every morning. (The only perk of being sick.) Then I have to lay in bed for at least another 20 minutes. (Have I mention I get sick in the morning?) Then I get up and 9 times out of ten, I am still sick...but it's the kind of sick that I can at least deal with..usually. I am tired and usually cranky most of the day. Then come 10:30 at night, I am ready to clean and do laundry instead of going to bed, like a normal person. Contrary to popular belief, I do have a "real" job. I am just lucky enough to be able to do most of it from home. I honestly don't believe I could have a 9-5 job while being pregnant. I know there are millions of women who do this while they are pregnant, but as sick and miserable as I have been these past 5 months, I am not one of those women. My belly is growing and I am gaining weight. If one more person comments on how small I am for being 5 and half months pregnant, I am going to scream. The baby is healthy and growing right on schedule. She kicks me from the inside and Christian kicks me from the outside.
Marcus has been working on getting the basement finished so I can have an office and hopefully in the first 20 years of the baby's life, she can have a room. He says he has no clue what he is doing, but it looks good to me.
We are working on getting Christian interested in potty training. He seems to be getting more interested and likes to sit on his Elmo potty. He usually sits there and does nothing...until you put his diaper back on and then he will go potty. (He did go in his potty tonight though!!) I have put Project Take Away Cup on hold for the time being. He doesn't get it as much as he used to. I am making him a blanket and I want to get it done before I take away his cup at nap time. I am not looking forward to taking away his cup when he goes down for his nap or bedtime. I think my sleep is going to be dramatically decreased as well. But I do want to have this whole process done before the baby gets here.

But since I am not blogging about how sick I am or what I don't do everyday, none of that matters.
Enough rambling for now. We have a busy week ahead of us, so maybe it'll give me something to write about later.

Someday...

Someday I am going to write a book and have all the answers to life's greatest questions. For example:

What is the best way to get mushy cornflakes out of an afro?

How did I ever get suckered into operating a dog farm?

Why am I so hard on myself?

When did I start to not care about things I used to care about?

When did kids become so spoiled, disrespectful and ungrateful?

Why can I not stand up for myself even when I KNOW I am right?

Why do men think I know nothing when it comes to business?

How do I add an extra few hours onto my day so I can accomplish all the things I would like to before "Hey you" arrives?

If anybody would like to contribute answers to my book, feel free. I sure as @#$% don't have them.