No more nap for me Momma!

"Please do not ever sleep again. You are way funnier this way."

So sorry to dissappoint Mombi, but last night was the second full night's sleep for both me and Fer in 3 weeks. And it was WONDERFUL. Now the bags under my eyes still tell a very different story, but since they moved in over 3 weeks time, I will assume they need a moment to gather their belongings before exiting the premises.

Elliott on the other hand seems to be inheriting her father's sense of sleep style. Every night when I go in to check on her she is in yet another bizzare position. Oftentimes it is very reminicent of Markovicious as a tot; facedown, butt way up in the air. When those dreams start to really kick in I am sure we are going to be in for some more restless nights. Speaking of dreams, who knows what children really dream about... and when I would hear Ellie cry out in her sleep when she was a baby it was not too bad, because like, what could she really be crying about. But now, when she cries in her sleep, it makes my spine tingle just a little bit, because she often calls out "Mommaaaaaa! Mommaaaaaa!" before falling back asleep. Now I know, that she knows, that I am out there. And she can call for me. Oh Boy. Where is the chapter on THAT in the parenting books?

In Other News:

We are going to add a little patch of grass to our outdoor nook this weekend. I would call it a yard, but come on here people... let's be honest. At least its fenced. Besides, outdoor nook sounds WAY better than "Poop Deck," which Fer has coined. (Lilah + mostly concrete squares + poop = Poop Deck) Awesome.

Anyway, I want it to be nice before you all come over to see it Memorial Day weekend for our Housewarming BBQ. Come on over, party starts at 2pm. That reminds me, to kick this off right, I have to call "Our Wayne" and get that Margarita recipe. Yeah, thats how we roll.

-over and out-

No Sleep till Brooklyn, Part Deux

Soooo, by now dear internet, I am sure you have caught wind of the lack of sleep going on in our household. Well, I guess that is not entirely true, The Dog & The Bean, they are both sleeping well. Fer and I on the other hand... well, lets just say that at 3 weeks and counting, I am starting to realize that ALL my pants are CrankyPants.

During all this sleepless living, some real gems have been bestowed upon me. Things I can use against Fer for the remainder of his life. Aside from this whole banishing him to the edge of the bed for randomly grabbing me as I start to roll over as if he is going to shake the shit out of me and scream "Where the hell have you been!", he has been saying some REALLY AMAZING things in his sleep. Case in point, last night he gently rolls over to me, kisses my shoulder, and slowly says the following: "I want to play... in the weeds... by the cable box... like everyone else."

WHAT?

Being the loving wife that I am, I decided that it was best to sit upright and respond: "Get over on your side of the bed and stop touching me!" And then take a mental note of what he said so that I could share it with you, sweet internet. And aren't you glad I did?

In Other News:

Another gem was coined last night over at Katochanel's... Mr G was holding Ellie and she was sort of wiggling around and not focusing on her bottle. realizing the screen saver on the computer was to blame, this calmly exits his mouth: "It's only a starfield Ellie."

Yes Ellie, its only a starfield. Calm down. I think I am going to use that for the rest of my life. LMAO.

AND: Has anyone been watching GH? The new Carly is a total tranny! How could they think that man-woman could replace our dear Tamera? Seriously people, get a freaking clue! If I ever see Bob Guza on the street I am so going to knife him. Its probably a good thing we moved out of LA.

Fer thinks its real funny these days to ask me comparisions about GH characters to see who I like better, who i think is cuter, and in total 6th grade style, who I want to kiss. Like, as if I would ever choose AJ if given another option! And yes, of course Jason wins above all others. Can I get a hell yeah?

Fer, you real crazy. ;-)

-over and out-

Come on over, I'll make lunch!

Be very wary if, on a work day, someone calls you up and says "Come on over, I'll make us lunch!" I have just learned that there are many hidden meanings in such a innocent cover.

Rach-o, The Bean and I were just gonna hang around yesterday, when KatoChanel calls and wants to see if we want to come over and have lunch. Sure! And like, it was mentioned that like maybe, if there's time, she could sort of use our help to move a couch. No big deal though. BUT, (and its a big but) we walk in, and all the furniture has been moved from the living room. It's made clear that not only does the couch need moved, it needs moved downstairs, AND the new couch is being delivered at 4:30. Awesome.

I suppose that here i should mention 2 very important things:
1. The house is built like a dollhouse, as in, the people who built it must have been "little people,"
2. That to get the couch (36in wide) downstairs it has to be taken through the kitchen, down the hall, out the back door, down the stairs, and in through the downstairs door, which happens to be 33 1/2 in with THE DOOR TAKEN OFF THE HINGES.

Riiiight. You do the math. All I can say, is that The Neighbor, Katochanel & Rach-o did a (literally) Bang-up job, and I spent the rest of the afternoon spackling the walls.

And for future reference, ALWAYS MEASURE before you order new furniture, because I don't even want to get into the trouble the movers were in trying to get the new couch in the house. We took 2 doors off the hinges as well as had a decent amount of spackling to do in the hall, BUT THANK THE SWEET BABY JESUS the new Avocado paint job did not get scratched or I think the man of that household may have (rightfully so) had a heartattack in our very presence.

I think that when all was said and done and we were headed home only 1 hour past Ellie's bedtime, that we helped to avert disaster and the possibility of divorce paperwork being filed. LMAO. Oh, 'cause I forgot to mention that we also built an IKEA bookshelf in about a 6x6x6 1/2 foot space. CAN YOU FEEL ME NOW?

If Katochanel did not know it before, she knows it now: WE FREAKING LOVE YOU AND ALL YOU DO FOR US.

Today, there really is no Other News.

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There's been a rash of these lately AKA no Sleep till Brooklyn

Ok, so apparrently strange and bittersweet dreams have been going around as of late like some mutant disease that we are all catching. I have not slept decently almost since returning from Ohio. Yeah, think about that for a second... parenting a baby all day, chores, feedings (of both Fer & Bean) and almost a week of bad sleep = 1 unhappy Mama.

I have been having this specific reoccurring dream.... the places change, but the star of the show stays the same.... All night long Ellie is crawling off of things and falling. I am there to witness her falling, but unable to do anything about it. She crawls off the bed, cliffs, the roof, out of trees... you name it, she has fallen from it in the last week. And every time, I wake up, sitting upright in bed reaching out to grab her from her fall. And her legs are never there for me to hold onto, but 2 nights ago Fer's face was a good substitute. (Sorry fer, but at least it was not as bad as the headbutt i got when you were reliving pee-wee football) Hmmm, do you think I have some control issues about Ms. Bean being mobile?

In Other News:

I thought I was just OCD enough to keep a clean house with a baby. I am starting to realize that maybe if there was only 1 person I had to clean up after I could keep up with things. Or maybe I need a touch more OCD to complete this job, but seriously, EVERY TIME I FINSH WITH ONE MESS THERE IS ANOTHER ONE AROUND THE CORNER. How many times in 1 day do i actually have to clean the kitchen for it to stay clean? How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie-pop?

-over and out-

She LOVES popsicles

Dinner with the Fam

Highway to the Danger Zone

Hello Daddy, it's good to see you again

Hey Now...

Back in o-HI-o and things are good. I like things here, the way of life, laid back and chill. I like my sisters calling on their way home to say, whats up? I'll be there in 10 minutes. I like driving fast through the valley, I like hardly any traffic and fast stop lights. Things are good and becoming green.

The drive here however, was interesting and not as easy as I thought it would be by myself, but i sure am glad I was talked into driving during the day as I was able to avoid what would have surely been a SIZEABLE ticket by Mr State Highway Patrol, and... Having moved the bean into her new, larger car seat, I forgot that I would not have the ability to take her in the restrooms with me in her little infant carrier as we did at Christmas.

Not sure if you can tell where I am going with this but... 1 person with 2 hands, 1 baby and nothing to carry her with except those 2 hands, and tooo much coffee = quite the quandry upon needing to use the restroom. And I would have to burn her clothing and brillo her skin if I would have placed her upon the floor, so.... (and I should have won an award for this) I bit the bullet and peed while holding the kid. Yeah, it was a delicate situation to say the least. Word.

In Other News:

We've hit the 8 month mark running. Elliott has broken 2 vases in the past week (yeah we are in the process of babyproofing) and now says 4 words and counting... Ball, dada, dog & momma. (i believe her mensa papers are in the mail). She also is really testing her boundaries these days with a fury. One of the only telltale signs that she is my daughter.

God help us all.

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