Story of my life

I woke up today to my husbands alarm at 420. My mouth was really dry so for some reason I couldn't go back to sleep. Husband kept sleeping and I was still awake. So finally at 5 I got a glass of water. Apparently I went overboard because now I can't sleep because I have a belly ache. Naturally.

December 6th

A day in the life of dearest Zoey.

Starts out with tickling mommy on the face. then a little climbing on mommy, only to get thrown off, which is even more fun than the initial conquest.

Then she potties all by herself.

Zoey picks out her clothes to wear today for her and her baby, Baby is in a tank top and a hat, and Zoey is wearing her swimsuit. I don't question her.

She eats ereo and mik: Cheerios and milk and gets mad when I give her juice instead or rite (sprite). I gotta be a parent on some things, right?

And now she is cooking with her little pots and pans and fruit snacks. She made me break the fruit snacks in little pieces and put in all her pans.  And i believe she is now putting them in her pocket.

Man, life is rough when you are two.

Nothing too exciting

Thanksgiving has come and gone. And with that, so has wearing my skinny jeans. jk jk. We spent in at the in-laws with a sick baby. If any of you have experienced croup, its the worst thing ever. Poor baby would wake up not able to breath and just scream, which would make it worse. We had a long couple of nights. And on top of that I was sick too.

Now we are just trying to get ready for December. Lots of parties, ski trips, shopping. Its hard to get everything done when Chris works 14-16 hours a day an hour away from home. That leaves everything up to me, and I just have not been feeling that well. So its been a chalenge. But we will make it through.

It had been a while since I posted and it drives me nuts when blogs I read do that, so here you go, fellow readers, a new, not exciting, post.

so...ummm...

I had 4 page views from lethal-commissions.tk. I'm assuming its from Russia or Germany. But either way, that doesn't sound good. Why on earth are they reading this lil ol blog of nothing. I'm not a big fan of the word "lethal."

hmmm.....

sick baby

Lets just hope that that is the last 3 am puke fest I have to deal with for a while. Poor Zoey. But at least she could tell me owwie before it happened. So I didn't have to clean up the whole bed. Just a pillow. And she told me when she needed to potty three times in 30 minutes. Super glad I didn't have to clean THOSE diapers. Her belly did not feel good at all. :(

Is it nap time yet?

How I woke up

kinda.... Chris brought our little angel in before he left for work because she was crying. So we slept for about 30 minutes in our bed. Then all of a sudden I heard her singing. It had a lot of BEEPs in it, and multiple NoNoNoNos, and a bunch of Zoey language.

Where she gets these things, I don't know.

Then she gave me some big smackers on the lips. Followed by a wet willey. Naturally.

Love her!!

mini rant

My friend announced she was pregnant on facebook by posting a picture of an ultrasound. (Which is the second picture of its kind in the last 2 weeks to pop up on my facebook, apparently that's the way to break the news now days.... anywayzzzzz) I commented on it, so I got all the notifications and whatnot. About 30 comments down someone said "I have to ask....was it planned?"

For some reason, that ruffles my tail feathers. I think if you aren't close enough to know the answer, you shouldn't be asking it. What does it matter if it is planned or not? A child is a child, whether the parents decided it was time, or if Heavenly Father decided for them. My friend was obviously excited about it, so the fact that her baby was planned or not held nothing in terms of.....anything.

Perhaps the reason it bugs is that I had a conversation with this individual when I was pregnant, and it was basically about the same thing.

....perhaps she has been trying for a while. And in that respect a planned pregnancy is slightly easier to deal with emotionally than an oops?? I guess I can take that. But perhaps a picture comment isn't the best way to deal with it.

Goodness, I'm not even pregnant and peoples comments are already buggin me. That's not a good sign for when the next one blesses us in 50 years.