Cupcake Governess

Day 8

Dad reading her to sleep or boring her to sleep…either way the goal was accomplished, sleep.

Day 9

“Mom, dad says my food looks like vomit!”

I’ve been away on business (aka. I was babysitting a friend’s kid) so I am catching up on my daily photos for the 365.

Day 6.

Drooling on her church dress.

Day 7.

She has discovered her thumb…now all things are right in her world.

Day 5.

The feet of a princess, the feet of an angel or the feet of God?  To me, all apply.

Found one. Day 4

Day 3.

This whole mom job has it’s moments.  Miss E had her 4 month well visit yesterday and I went prepared with my list of questions.

Because I’ve never arrived on time to anything in my life, I was 15 minutes late.  Guess what, they have a 15 minute grace period.  So once I got there they had to go check wit the doctor to see if she would still see me… oops.

So the nurse weighs and measures Miss E and leaves us to wait for the doctor. So we waited… and waited and waited. Can someone explain to me why I get treated like a dead beat when I’m 15 minuted late and the doctor makes me wait twice that!  Whatever.

So the doctor came in and while  looking over Miss E she asked me if she had rolled over yet.  Well… you see… did I mention she’s my first born?  She doesn’t really like to lay down… and since she sleeps with me *wince* no… she hasn’t rolled over yet. No sooner had I gotten the confession out of my mouth that my little brat rolled over, right there on the table, in front of the doctor. Seriously kid, couldn’t you have done that before I confessed  to being a sucker?

Then she asked how much is she eating and how often? Crap! She eats however much she wants whenever she wants to eat. *wince* That answered passes, Thank God!

Can someone explain to me how these crazy women on the Maury Show or Jerry Springer Show don’t know their “man” is cheating on them or don’t realize they are sneaking out at night to dress in drag but can raise a whole litter of kids?

This mom thing isn’t as easy as it looks!

We also found out yesterday we could start baby food.  First on the menu: sweet potatoes.  Success.  Day 2…

I like this whole 365 idea.  And since I’m a copy cat… I think I am going to take a stab at my own version.

Sadly though, I am NOT  a professional photographer… so it will just be a mommy taking pics of her sweet girl.  But I think it’s pretty awesome because she will have a years worth of pictures to look at when she gets older and let’s face it she is pretty darn cute!

So here’s #1 (leave it to me to start on a random day):  Momma’s Strawberry Shortcake!

“It ain’t fiction, just a natural fact. We come together cuz opposites attract.”

Paula Abdul once sang about a natural occurrence; the attracting nature of opposite personality traits.  Boy, does that woman know what she’s talking about… at least she did in 1988 when she released that song… not so much now in her drug induced fairy tale world.

The Housepkant and I are alike in many ways, but complete opposites in most.

“She makes the bed and he steals the covers” Every day I make the bed, and every night when we go to bed my wonderful husband grabs the covers and pulls them up as far as he can until they are coming un-tucked from the bottom of the bed.  That just burns my buttons…

“You like movies, and I like T.V.”  I am a sucker for the drama, crime shows.  The Housepkant calls them rape shows.  Every night, our local TV station has gifted me with an episode of Law & Order and every night, he complains about it being on and starts naming off movies titles from the other room.

Today, we were in the car from approximately 3 hours.  The Housepkant didn’t want to listen to “depressing” music on such a nasty, grey day so I, being the awesome wife that I am, forfeited radio rights so he could choose the music.  When we got about 10 miles from the house, there was a hostile take-over and I centered the music around the likes of Sir Elton John and Billy Joel.  My pouty husband made the realization that I am to music as he is to movies.  I like to listen to music based on my mood, even if that means 6 consecutive hours of Jason Mraz and he would prefer to leave his musical fate to the IPod’s shuffle feature.  He, however, can watch a movies 3 times in a row and for 3 days straight and I, might scratch my eye balls out if I have to watch one more minute of ‘Coraline’.

In spite of all of this, the Housepkant is my lobster.  These glitches in the path just provide entertainment for he and I… and hopefully for people looking in.

“Don’t think we’ll ever get our differences patched, don’t really matter cuz we’re perfectly matched.”

As I post this, the Houstpkant sits next to me with no idea of my post subject.  He just told me that he would put the remote control between us on the couch, so if he thought it was too quiet he could turn it up and when I thought it was too loud, I could turn it down.

Apparently, opposites attract.

How do opposites attract you and your “other”?

At 8 years old, you are confident that you know what you want to be when you “grow up.” You are sure you have the brains and self discipline to be a doctor, or lawyer or astronaut or something equally noble. Some carry that dream and ambition all way way to freshman year in college…some may change their minds a few times along the way.

Second semester, freshman year. WTF? No one signed me up for all of this work…AKA…change of major. Sophomore year of college….you have a whole new lease on life and a whole new plan of action. Some people actually go on to graduate and pursue that dream, and some, like me, drink their ambition away at the campus bars.

Fast forward, one house, husband and daughter later and I’m back to the drawing board. I am officially unemployed. The housepkant has been put through the emotions and mood swings that come along with being unemployed for the first time in my adult life. Nearly every night he gets home I plead with him to have a serious discussion with me about what the near and distant future holds for me and us.  We have had conversations about me being a stay at home mom, finishing my GG degree and finally and most recently, getting my teaching degree.  Have I lost my mind?

So tomorrow, I go meet with an advisor in the school of education to see what it would take for me to get my teaching degree and if it’s something I can accomplish before  I’m old and gray-er.

When I grow up….I want to be a teacher.  What do you want to be?

The Housepkant and I started dating in July of last year and less than 6 month later we were married and less than 3 weeks after that I was pregnant.

I now realize how quickly one becomes the “old and married” type.

Last night, while in the shower, The Housepkant had an epiphany.  See…I am recently unemployed and we will have to go a month-ish with only having Insurance on Miss E.  That is all well and good..but to insure I don’t get pregnant in that time…he has decided we can’t have sex until his insurance takes affect. My husband, who always thinks it is the right time and place for sex takes a hit to the libido from the prospect of being pregnant and uninsured.   Old and married…

Instead of emails with spontaneous tattoo plans or witty quips, we now exchange emails filled with teething toys, walkers and diaper contents.  Old and married…

With an infant in the house, we decided to stay in this year for New Year’s Eve.  We invited a few friends over.  We received all declines and 2 maybe’s  Proof…that we have become old and married.

Ain’t life grand.