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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Baby name....

I had a lot of great guesses on the baby name...not one person got it right though.

:)


Then I accidentally gave too many hints to my mom...and she figured it out.
So we are "going public" with the name.  If you would like to know it, let me know.

I'll send it to you in a private message.

Now to guess when he will show up.....  :)


Friday, March 21, 2014

Facebook: Another reason I hate it.

I've made no secret of my distaste for Facebook.

Unfortunately it's one of the only places I am able to connect with some friends...as they don't use email or the phone...or maybe it's just the convenience of Facebook?

Anyway...it drives me nuts.  I hate that we now rely on social media to get information to our friends and family.  Family should NEVER have to rely on Facebook. They should at least get a personal email.  But better a phone call.  Close friends I can kind of understand maybe getting an email.

Maybe a text if you can't reach someone?

But some news should always be delivered by a personal phone call.
Which is why I won't be announcing my baby's arrival on Facebook.  Or Google+.  Or Twitter.

Instead...those that should be getting phone calls will get them.  Others may get a text message. And the majority will receive an email. (but only because it's faster than regular mail)

I'm sure in time I will post something on Facebook because I do have friends that only communicate with me through this medium.  (If it's two weeks past my due date...assume I had the baby...)

The reason for my sudden need to talk about it?  Recently I had a friend discover that a family member had passed away. She found out from a Facebook post.  Not a private message or even a post to her wall.  But random messages posted to her family member's wall about sending condolences.

Seriously?!

THIS is the age we live in?  Where we find out that someone DIED via a Facebook message?!

When discussing it with other people (besides myself...because I was very upset on her behalf), the response was "well, that's just the way it is now."

And you know what? It's only that way because we accept it that way.  If we stop accepting it, put our foot down, then it won't be that way.  A death in the family (or birth announcement) should always be personal. Not something to be publicly discussed on a public forum. (at least not until after all the family members have been informed!)

I refuse to accept it this way.  I hope you will as well.

For the record, I also refuse to do Happy Birthday messages on Facebook as well.  At the very least take a few minutes to pen a nice heartfelt personal private message or email.  I would cherish those MUCH more than I would a "Happy Birthday" post because oh yeah....Facebook reminded you it was my birthday.  You didn't actually remember on your own.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Tough Love.

I've got another kid-story post for you.

When I was around three years old, my mom had to send me to bed "hungry" because I refused to eat dinner. She told me how I cried in my room that I was hungry and it broke her heart to hear me that upset, but she stayed strong and I never refused to eat my dinner again. (something like that)

My own daughter can also be very picky (when she wants to be) and will sometimes not want to eat.  So I have been waiting for the day when I felt she was old enough to understand there would be no other choice of food to eat before I tried to do the same tough love on her.

She has refused dinner and asked for food later...and I have given in.  But she will be three at the end of this month and she's a really smart little girl...so I know it's coming.  Soon.  I will have to send her to bed "hungry" and stay strong when she cries and says she wants something to eat.

During my last few weeks of pregnancy is probably NOT the best time to try this...but I had my first test this weekend.  My husband had made us a great dinner.  We had fish, noodles and green beans.  My daughter normally loves noodles and we figured if we got her to try the fish she would like it.  But we knew the green beans were not happening unless they changed into cheese or bacon. :)

Instead of eating, she just stared at her plate and banged her fork on the table. She didn't want to try the fish and she didn't even want the noodles.  After about ten minutes of her doing everything BUT eating at the table, I ran out of patience.  I turned the chair towards me and I explained to her that this was her only option for dinner.  She told me she didn't want dinner.  I asked if she was hungry, and she told me she was not hungry.

So I let her be "excused" from the table while my hubby and I finished eating.

I fully expected her to ask for something else to eat.
She did not.

I expected her to let me know she was hungry before bed.
She did not.

I definitely expected some sort of "I'm hungry" when going to bed.
She did not say a thing.

And then I was convinced that I would be woken up in the middle of the night by a crying hungry child.
She slept through the night without a peep.

Go figure.  Either she's so smart that she listened to me about no other food options (not likely) or she truly wasn't hungry.  I was all ready to be tough this weekend.  Looks like I'll need to try another time.

This kid might be too smart for me...at least she knows if she's truly hungry or not!  :)


Tuesday, March 11, 2014

The Name Game.

I'm about three weeks away from my due date with baby #2.

The most frequent question I get (right after "How are you feeling?") is:
"Have you picked a name yet?"

And the answer is yes, we have!  And I have to follow it up with "But we aren't telling anyone until he is born."  At first I had a really hard time with this as I wanted to tell EVERYONE.  But now it has started to become fun.  A lot of people are trying to catch me and trick me into saying it.

I even have one cousin trying to use his poker skills to find my "tell" on what the name is.

But even more fun for me...is hearing the comments on the names that were on our short list. Some people love names...some people hate names.  But hearing the opinions and comments is starting to become fun for me.

So I have a game for you...I'm going to give you our short list of names.
Both the first name and middle name have been chosen from this list.

Let me know what you think the name is.
I want to see who can get it right.  If you don't want anyone to know your guess, send me your guess in a private message.

This is going to be fun...
Enzo
Chase
Xavier
River (this name is a middle name option only)
Rex
Parker

And while we are at it...let's take guesses on baby weight and when he will be born.  My due date is April 1st and as of right now we do not have a c-section scheduled.  Zoe was due March 23rd and was born on March 31st via c-section.  She weighed 7 pounds 14 ounces.

Give us your best guess!


Thursday, March 06, 2014

Highs and Lows

Have you ever had a day that had some really awesome things happen and some really yucky things happen?  I guess they can balance each other out and you can call it a wash...

Today my day started well because a co-worker who hasn't been well is doing much better now.

Then as my day went on...I became increasingly annoyed and frustrated.  I fix computers for a living and I was having a very difficult time solving problems today.  I spent the majority of my day working on one person's laptop and account.  Very annoying.

It got to the point where I decided I should just stop trying.  Today was just NOT my day.

But at lunch a co-worker went to Panera and got me my favorite sandwich.  Which is 740 calories.  So guess the last time I had this sandwich?  Yep....three years ago when I was last pregnant.  (If you were curious it's the Tomato and Mozzarella Panini.)  I can't eat this sandwich when not pregnant.  Because I can't eat just half of it...and that's way too many calories for one meal when trying to lose weight. (which is my current goal whenever not pregnant.)

So lunchtime ...my day was made.
Mid-afternoon I just wanted to give up.

Then I headed home, picked up my daughter (which always makes me happy) and then came home. Hubby was watching my daughter tonight...so my cousin and I hit up the mall so I could shop.

Which again was AWESOME because I never get out of the house.  I had to do some shopping for a bridal shower and birthday party.  And I went to my favorite food court spot for dinner.

Which means food-wise, today was really really good.

Then I went to the grocery store to pick up some milk.  I am easily drinking two gallons a week right now at 36.5 weeks pregnant.  While there my cousin and I got into a discussion about fake sugars.  I don't believe in them, and she avoids them to avoid getting the headaches and migraines they give her. I was curious how many of my favorite packaged foods had fake sugar...because they sneak it in.  Even when not necessary.  (some things have sugar AND splenda...or aspartame.  WHY?)

I picked up a package of Strawberry Pop-Tarts (yum!) to see if they added fake sugars. I had never looked at the ingredients before.  And then my heart sank.  The "cherry" to my bad "sundae".  (Which is really fitting since I am allergic to cherries.)  Turns out that pop-tarts are made with some real fruit...of which I am allergic.  They have apples in them!! (And pears...yes my list is long).

That just sucks.

Monday, March 03, 2014

Timber!

Anyone familiar with the song Timber by Kesha and Pitbull?

No?

Here's a link for you.  It's safe for work...just not entirely rated G.


Okay, got the gist of it?

When this song first came out, I found it really annoying. I think it was the harmonica.  Whenever it came on the radio, I promptly switched the station. Fast forward and my husband and my cousin's husband have decided this is their new favorite song.

Haha, okay guys wicked funny.

Except that they had been playing it for my daughter. Who was now requesting it in the car. And LOVES the song.  Yay?  So then the song became funny. A sort of anthem for us cousins.  Then I had this conversation last week with my daughter:


From the backseat I hear:
"Timber! Mom, turn it up!"
(I'm thinking....is she almost 3 or almost 13?)

Then she says:
"Momma, Kesha is the girl, and she's a princess." (awww)
"Pitbull is the boy and he's a prince."  (This is where I started snickering.)
"Pitbull dances with Kesha. It's nice of him to dance with her."

And since my daughter decided to turn "Timber" into a fairy tale....let's say yes, almost 3.

Now the best part?  She's started singing the song....sigh.

Time to start screening her music.  (You hear that Dada and Uncle James!?)