Stop the Presses -- a 17lb baby???

What the *%&$#?

We'll get to the fact that this was her 12th baby some other time

How about a caption contest? Anybody got a good one for this photo?

"Please don't eat me", perhaps?

Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner

When I was in high school (oops, did I just give away my advanced age) Aunt P and I rented Dirty Dancing. She'd seen it in the theatres, I hadn't -- and it was a cute, girlie high school movie..... but I remember thinking how absurd the name "Baby" was..... how could anybody go through life with the nick-name "Baby" (said with an excessive amount of disdain)

Well, flash forward a few years and here a I am -- the mother of two small children -- a toddler, 2 year old 'lil Dubya and a beginning-to-toddle 10 month old 'lil Dubyette.

When we brought 'lil Dubyette home from the hospital, the 'lil Dubya was a mere 17 months old. He was great with basic words, but the 'lil Dubyette's name proved to be a tongue-twister for the little guy, so he referred to her as "Bay-bee". We all thought this was cute and as you do with new babies, we often referred to her as "the baby" as well. Time went on and we somewhat unconsciously adopted his moniker and we too began referring to her simply as "Baby".......

Well, now the 'lil man is much better with enunciation and can say her name well and fine -- yet, she's still his "Bay-bee". We try to encourage him to use her real name..... but to no avail, she's still "Bay-bee" to him. I wonder if she always will be?

This is one of the funniest thing I've ever seen

In the interst of full disclosure, this is totally stolen from Dadcentric

I just couldn't help myself --the only thing funnier than the caption is his

sincere expression as he delivers this hard-hitting news --

This will keep me laughing for days!

Nice find CroutonBoy....

Is anybody else really annoyed

Is anybody else really annoyed by this recent slew of Hollywood DUI's?

I mean seriously -- these are people who can afford a taxi, or a driver, or a fleet of limos -- what the f*ck is wrong with them?

Just the book review made me feel better

I just read this review written by a blogger whose site I've really come to enjoy.....

I may have to go out and get this book..... just the review made me feel better about the struggles I had early on..... and everyday.

And the next contestant on "Can it Swim?" is....

Yes, I found mine in the toilet......

I haven't spoken to my husband in the past few hours, so if you happen to run into him somewhere in the blogsphere..... let him know that I may not wait 'til noon to start drinking -- it's 80 degrees and the concept of a humming blender is music to my ears right about now.

My ipod, well..... it wasn't charged up anyway, so it'll be a while before I know if it works..... I'll keep you posted, but feel free to cast your vote.

'nuf said

Go Sox!

Priorities

Isn't it funny.... if you had told me two years ago that I'd pass up the chance to see the Yankees play the RedSox at Fenway in September..... I'd have laughed out loud an told you to go back to your crack pipe. But that's exactly what I'm doing tonight.... I'm sitting at home and the Big Dubya's at the game with 39 and our friends over at Cape Buffalo.

The Big Dubya got tickets months ago.... before we knew what the season would be like... and we were psyched. I could smell the peanuts.... I had it all planned out.... thought we might have some dinner here and then move stroll across the street for arguably the coldest beer in Boston.... head over to the game..... a perfect night out.

But, I'm a mother now..... the kids haven't been home for an entire weekend since the end of July -- 'lil dubyette is cutting her four top front teeth, the 'lil man's got a head cold..... I had to ask myself -- what's the best thing for them? In the final analysis, it wasn't driving 3 hours to Boston only to drive back the following day. So, I'm here..... watching the game on TV.

The Big Dubya took off this afternoon and I stayed behind -- and I'm actually fine with it.

Don't get me wrong -- I would love to see the Sox play the Yankees at Fenway, and this is a great year to do it -- but, I'm needed here. The Yankees will come back to Fenway next year, and for many, many years to come. The 'lil Dubyette...... well, she's never going to cut these teeth again -- and as she gets more and more independent (she's 10 months tomorrow!!!) she needs me a little less each day -- I'm not going to miss the chance to be here for her.

On the bright side, I can switch back & forth between the Sox & the Patriots, I'm in my pjs on a comfy couch and my beers...... they' re free :)

Things I swore I'd never do

Before I was a parent, I had a long (very long) list of things that I swore I would never, under any circumstances do......

Some, I've kept -- others I've broken..... and then there are the ones that I've taken to a whole new level.

So..... what are yours?

For those who are a bit slow..... this is me trying to figure out if I have any readers.

You know maternity clothes won't make you pregnant, right?

What is it about maternity clothes that freak people out?

After I had the 'lil lady, I learned that one of Aunt P's friends was expecting -- so I shipped my crate of maternity clothes off to her via Aunt P.

My cousin had lent me a bunch of stuff too, but she didn't want them back--- the instructions I received were "give them away, sell them, burn them.... I don't care what you do, just don't bring them back to me -- I will never need them again." So, I sent those along too.... why let them go to waste.

The Big Duyba, who'd made his desire to stop at two children crystal clear, was very happy to see them go..... apparently just having these clothes meant we might find ourselves needing them, and he didn't want to take any chances.

Well, Aunt P's friend is set to deliver any day now, and when we were at Aunt P's this past weekend I got the clothes back. The Big Dubya looked at these giant Rubbermaid containers with such disdain -- you would have thought the were filled with anthrax.

In contrast, Mr Tall Guy (Aunt P's husband) was giddy to see them go -- in fact, he carried them to the car for us.... if we didn't have room, he probably would have driven the 3 hours to deliver them....

You guys know that it's not the clothes that get you pregnant, right?

Update: on the Stroller Derby

A week or so ago, I posted about my stroller woes......

Well, the nice people at the stroller company have gotten back to me (we'll ignore the fact that it took over a week) and are going to replace the mangled hoods -- and all it's going to cost me is the $8 shipping charge -- which, I think is fair.

Yaaayyyyy -- I've still got Granny keeping an eye out for a double stroller in good condition at the Church's yard sale..... just in case these hoods don't stand up, but I am pleased that the stroller company is going to do the right thing by the Dubyas.

Good God, Please say that this isn't true

The latest suspect

One more to add to the list of things that can't swim

So, the 'lil man gingerly tossed my phone into the kitchen sink while I was doing dishes -- I grabbed it quickly -- but apparently not quickly enough. First it wouldn't shut off, then it wouldn't charge and now it won't do anything. If you've been trying to call..... don't bother... I'm not home.

I stopped at the Cingular (Cingular, AT&T.... whatever they are calling themselves this week)store near my office at lunch today to see if there was something they could do -- perhaps replace the battery..... I had to try.... it was still a decent phone.

When she finished laughing at me she asked if I had insurance..... uhm, I don't know.... insurance? that probably would have been a good idea, huh?

She removed the battery and began laughing again..... "I've never seen the water damage button this bright before. Yeah, this phone is done -- sorry."

Did you know my phone had a "water damage button" , cause I didn't...... and I also didn't know that it's bad, really bad when the water damage button is bright red.

Looks like I'll be getting a new phone......

well, it aint the happiest place on earth -- that's for sure

Not sure what it was, but Labor Day Weekend hit me like a ton of bricks this year.

Despite just getting back from CA on the 23rd, I had a deep desperate need to do "something" for the last official weekend of the summer. I emailed suggestion after suggestion to the Big Dubya and got a whole lot of "uhm yeah, maybe" from him all week. I'd finally just kinda chalked it up to a weekend at home when on Thursday afternoon I got an email from him proposing we execute one of the ideas I'd laid out earlier in the week.


I'll be honest, I was psyched and pissed all rolled into one. Psyched because we were going somewhere, doing something..... something that the kids would LOVE. Pissed because I had one day to get the house in order, the laundry done, the kids packed and ready to go away AGAIN. But, with a fair amount of grousing and a little bit of help from the big guy, I did it




On Saturday morning we jumped in the car and headed for Sesame Place. The plan was to be there roughly when the park opened and stay all day. I'd arranged for us to attend a "character dinner" where we'd have the opportunity to "dine" with Big Bird, Cookie, Ernie, Bert and all the gang. I had high hopes for this dinner..... I have high hopes for any dinner that charges me $16.95 for a two year old who eats like.... well, like a two year old.

What did we think of Sesame Place?

Well.... it's not Disney. It's not clean, the workers spend more time talking on their cell phones than working (oh, I'm not exaggerating one tiny little bit) and the patrons are rude -- rude to the workers, rude to the other patrons, rude to their kids and rude to each other. It's fair to say that we've been spoiled by Disney and probably expect too much, but..... with a name like Sesame attached to it -- I expected way more from Sesame Place.

The dinner was terrible, the service was terrible, the food was terrible -- but, the characters were great and the kids were in little-kid-heaven -- making it all worthwhile.

It could be that the holiday weekend is responsible for my negative impression of the place, it could be that it's dry (yep, no booze on Sesame Street) -- but, I was underwhelmed.

Once you add in our not-so-stellar experience at the nearby and newly refurbished (cough, cough, cough) Comfort (a misnomer if there ever was one) Inn -- we were glad to get back home on Sunday.