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Turn Off My Super Fly playlist....

Hello Winter!

Geeze these holidays don't fully come to a close until the kiddies are back in their preschools. It seems like this first week back has been more for me than for him. He only goes on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays and this week I am so busy with appointments. I can't even tell you that I've been putzing around doing cool stuff like, shopping or catching up friends, no I've been catching up with the dentist, the OB, my waxer, I guess my entourage. The people who keep me healthy and fuzz free.

And while I've been jumping around from appointment to appointment, it decides to turn into the Arctic here in Georgia, ah-hem, if I wanted to live in an igloo, I'd gladly move back to Chicago. Where they at least have good food and friendly people.

Anyway here is a list of things that I am looking forward to in 2010 besides my baby boy:

-The movie Shutter Island
-The summer
and......
-More Jersey Shore (fist pump!)

Happy New Year.....

sidenote: If you are looking for a good movie, Up in the Air with George Clooney is really really good! Total A- (minus because my hubby thinks I am crazy for loving so much.)

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas Everyone!

I was thinking about how fun next year will be with a new little munchkin around. He will be 9 months old and at his cute chubby stage! I can't wait! Actually, I can wait a few more months, his room is still under decorating construction.

Anyway,

Merry Christmas and Here's to 2010!

My Pregnancies: The Comparison

The other day, in the car, while my little punter was seeing how far he could kick my insides around, it occurred to me that this little munchkin and his big brother are VERY similar. In fact, my pregnancies are pretty much carbon copies of each other. Here are a few little similarities:

During my last pregnancy, I.....

~ loved Rap Music
~ fancied salads over desserts
~ mouthed off a little more than normal (Believe it or NOT?)
~ got misty eyed listening to "All I want for Christmas is You"
~ drank a cup of Soy Chocolate Milk a day

This time....

~I don't get misty eyed during any Christmas songs.

(everything else is the SAME!!!!)

My husband gets a little tired of the bootie jamz, but still thinks that pregnancy is magical. So, that's that. Although, I thought I wasn't going to make it through the first trimester without dying, I am happy to report that things are back to normal and the whole "momnesia" theory is true. You really do forget all of the horrible BS that comes with the territory.

Happy Pregnancies, to all you expectant mommies out there!

Hmmm... does anyone remember Thanksgiving?

Yeah, that holiday when we are supposed to give thanks for everything that we have been given? It's in November? Big pro-football day? There's a HUGE parade in New York every single year, since we can remember?

Yes, that holiday!

I can't beleive how quickly time is flying by. Halloween was a few weeks ago and just this past weekend, although it was 74 degrees, there we were waiting to see the big guy himself, Santa. And we weren't the only ones. But, yesterday, while I was picking up a few holiday giftcards, I stopped and remembered that Thanksgiving is next week. I had it buried in the back of my mind and when it surfaced, I exhaled. Why am I in such a rush?

I know why, because once these little kiddies get out for "holiday" break, heaven forbid we call it "Christmas", we, mommies, don't have a chance in hell of getting anything done without toting little sweeites with us. So Santa must complete his list ASAP!

As for Thanksgiving, I do really adore this holiday. My grandma lives here now and after a long hiatus of Grandma-less Thanksgivings, my brother, sister and I have practically reverted to toddlers when it comes to holidays around her. We all put in our requests of what we want her to make us, not my mom. Mom isn't real happy with our "revert", but she's going to have to get over it. My grandma is so wonderful!

So this Thanksgiving I am thankful for:

The Warden (my cutie hubby).
The Munchkin (my little monster)
The Little Munchkin ( my little little monster)
My Familia
and most of all my Grandma, she is a ROCKSTAR!

And our next little munchkin is......

A BOY! Yep, it's another boy! And we are really excited. Kinda stuck in the name department, but we've got time to decide. Everything looks good, healthy, and VERY active. The due date stayed the same, so my C-Section will hopefully be scheduled around the same time mentioned in the beginning. March 20ish. Stay tuned...

Houston, we may have an a**hole!

Yesterday's weather was so beautiful. I can not stand being outside, but there is something about fall that makes me want to stay out as long as I can. So after the munchkin's tennis lesson, we headed to the park. As soon as we got there little man was all over the place, sliding, climbing, and apparently scoping the place for girls. It didn't take him long to zone in on Bailey, an older woman, she is four and very naive to his charm. They were taking turns spinning each other on this "spinning thing", he would stand up on it, Bailey would spin him, then she would stand and he would spin her, then she decided that she would spin him until she got herself dizzy. He got off the "spinner" and she climbed on and he told her "I'm dizzy, you turn yourself" and walked away like she was old news. It was such a little a**hole move. Poor little Bailey.

I wish I could tell you that his attitude changed later on, but when we got home from the park the phone rang and it was mother, who has the knack for calling when I am trying to cook dinner, you know the most convenient time for her, anyway, I told little guy to pick up the phone and chat with Grandma, and he did. The conversation started with a "Hello", followed by "I don't want to talk, so I am going to hang up". And that he did. It was actually funny because it was my mom who lately has been on my naughty list for being a tad annoying.

But, with these two little situations that occurred today, I am getting worried that our little goofball is becoming an a**hole! What am I supposed to do? Let him grow out of it? What if it's permanent? The warden is totally going to blame this one on me, he's really nice, and me, well, let's just say I can be a little rough around the edges, according to the warden. I can already see us getting a call from the cotillion instructors, that munchkin doesn't have a knack for being a good ol' southern gentleman. We are so screwed!