Wednesday, April 29, 2009


All this high school talk has had me start thinking about my roots. I live in the same town I was born and raised in. I moved away for 4 years for college but moved back right after graduating. I hated being gone from home.I gave birth to Sonya in the same hospital both me and Hubbs were born in. Hubbs and I went to the same high school. He was two years older and I didn't start dating him until the end of my senior year. His parents went to the same high school we went to and even had some of the same teachers we ended up having.

There have been times that we have discussed moving into a bigger metro area where there are greater opportunities. But those moments are fleeting because because we then realize how nice it is living where you grew up and close to family. Granted I continue to run into old classmates at Costco, the mall or Starbuck's, and rarely can remember their names and sometimes look like I just rolled out of bed.

The other day on my way to dropping off Sonya at Daycare I realize that a doctor's office complex that I pass every day was where one of my high school boyfriends and I would go to make out in his car at night. So cliche, I know. We were at dinner the other night at a restaurant and I realized I had gone to it prior to a dance with my date and a group of friends. Last Saturday, there was a group of Prom goers eating at the same place we were. It brought back so many memories that are getting more and more fuzzy with age.

Unlike a lot of people, I really enjoyed high school. If I could go back and relive some moments, I would in a heart beat. I was popular, preferred to be a spectator at sporting events rather than play them (unless you count JV Softball bench warming). I had plenty of friends and boyfriends. I was however, not a Mean Girl. I never participated in backstabbing, saying nasty things about people or left notes on anyone's car or had any left on mine for that matter. Plus people knew better than to mess with my '88 Ford Tempo, which was called the "Empo" because some douche bag ripped off the "T" at a party I was at. I can't remember how I explained that one to my dad. I was active in Student Government and loved going to dances and planning the rallies and talent shows. I was involved in high school programs through the YMCA. They all helped me build confidence and relationships with people at my school I might not have if I was not involved with those things. I feel I had a variety of friends in various clicks.

I think since my house was so dysfunctional I really focused on extra-curricular activities to help me not get cooped up at home. I always had a handful of guy friends who I hung out with regularly. I think their friendships also shielded me from getting caught up in drama that some of my girlfriends were always tangled up in. Probably why I only am in touch with about 2 people from high school. Once I met the hubbs I realized who my real friends were and through the years I have those two. And that's all I need. It's about quality, not quantity.

I am not saying I was perfect and that I did not have my insecure moments. I definitely gossiped like everyone else in the school, and know I was gossiped about too. But I rarely let it get to me. I knew I needed to have as much fun because time would just fly by.

My 10 Year Reunion is next June. Not sure if I will be attending. I don't really want to as our school's reunions are notoriously pathetic in both turnout and venue.

What I can say, is that I like having roots in this town. I like seeing something when I am driving and get taken back down memory lane to a wild night in high school, or even something earlier on. Passing the park where I swung on a swing for the first time. The lake where I was a lifeguard. The roller rink where I went to so many birthday parties. All those memories are things I will point out to my Sonya some day (just not the make-out spots) as we are driving around. I must say I am looking forward to it.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Stain Stick Fever

Now that Sonya is eating baby food I am stain sticking everything. She keeps spitting up her carrots, squash and sweet potatoes which leave nice stains on her clothes. Even when she wears bibs, the spit up seems to clear the bib area and drop on to her pants or me. The stain stick is only doing so much. I need something stronger. I have been using Shout and Spray n' Wash. Does Oxy Clean work? Billy Mays sure as heck says it does.

Yesterday on my way to work I slurped my Cinnamon Dolce Latte a little too much and it splattered right across the front of my favorite white top. FAVORITE!!!!! I knew it was going to happen. I almost stuck a straw in my drink like the lady at Starbucks driving the white Range Rover in her work out clothes at 9 a.m. (byatch). So I made a detour back home and changed and applied my worthless stain remover to it right away. That one might actually come out, but the baby food....not so much.

Hubbs installed XM in my car. I have never been happier. Now I can flip from 80's on 8 to Howard Stern (which I reluctantly now enjoy) to heck, classical music if I so please, all commercial free!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Dear Target....***

Why must you insist on spending all of my money. You lure me in with your cutesy advertisements week after freaking week. I visit you to buy only a couple of things. Today it was:
hand soap
baby food grinder

Walked out with:
baby food grinder
Baby Einstein DVD
Pink shorts for Sonya
tag along toys for Sonya's car seat

So I forgot the hand soap and sponges because I was too busy deciding on which of the shirts I was going to buy for myself. It wasn't until I was in the check out line that I said "eff it!" I'm not buying me any shirts! And I had a list right in front of me. Today was actually a good day. Some times when your clothes are cuter (which they aren't right now, you might want to give Isaac Mizrahi a little ring a ding and have him get his act together real soon) I get a little more crazy.

Maybe it is the popcorn smell or the lighting, the way things are displayed, I just have the urge to fill my cart. You make me weak Target, weak at the knees, err purse strings.


Missy Marshmallow

***Pointless post #4,378,

Monday, April 20, 2009

We're All Sick Up In Here

The cycle of sickness is swirling around like a tornado in our house. My cold/allergies from last week have manifested into a sinus infection. Hubbs is sick AGAIN and Sonya's cough is still hanging on. To make things even better, I got another bladder infection on Saturday but I kicked it's ass by slurping down unsweetened cranberry juice. That stuff is nasty! NASTY!

To make being sick even better, it was 90 degrees yesterday and supposed to be even warmer today!!!! Nothing like blowing your nose while also wiping sweat off your forehead.

Yesterday my mom and I went shopping. She bought Sonya a bunch of things from Gymboree (my favorite baby clothing store) and I got her the CUTEST teal bathing suit with darker teal ruffles around the waist with little goldfishies. LOVE IT. Not sure why I am capitalizing everything.

We tried carrots on Friday. She loved it. Off to buy a food grinder on my lunch so I can make her homemade baby food too.

Another milestone, she is starting to scoot or creep when she is on her belly. She slides her legs up and definitely covers some ground.

As promised, here are some pics of my little Easter Bunny! She was sick that day so we did not get any smiles.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

So sick

***So some douche bag left a bunch of gibberish in the comments section of my last post. Yuck.Ugh. Does anyone know how to delete a comment?***

So little Sonya has been super sick. Had a cold last week with just some snotty nose business but now she has a nasty cough and even more snot. Took her to the Ped yesterday and they said it was just a typical cold. She was super cranky on Easter but she still looked so adorable in her Easter Dress. Photos to come.

Aside from that, I have been up a lot with her the past couple of nights, refilling the humidifier and suctioning the snot out of her nose with a nose bulb. Which she hates. It is supposed to get really warm this weekend (mid 80's people). I can't wait to put her in her shorts. Hopefully she will be rid of this stupid bug by then.

Allergies have picked up around these parts. I feel like I have constant sinus pressure. It sucks.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Sleepy Sleeperson

Since all you bloggers are talking about babies sleeping, I decided I would slide in on your coat tails.
Sonya has been sleeping through the night since she was 5 days old. I repeat that, since she was 5 days old. Most people don't believe me when I say that. One of the first things people ask me is "how is she sleeping during the night?". They are stunned by my response and then eye me up and down with disbelief. Sonya was 9 lbs. 5 oz. when she was born. About the size of a bowling ball. Maybe her stockiness had something to do with her sleeping through the night. All I can say is that I am lucky. I also know that both me and my brother were sleepers, so maybe it is hereditary. But I have also been very diligent about not having her form any habits that could break this routine.

1) She slept in a bassinet next to our bed for three months. I never once considered co-sleeping with her. I had heard from SO MANY people that breaking them from co-sleeping is such a pain so I did want to even go there. Plus, a small baby in a massive bed would make me a nervous Nelly.
2) When she was 2 1/2 months old we moved her into her crib. She was getting so big for the bassinet plus she was sleeping through the night, that it seemed like the logical choice. She has been fine with it sense. She naps in there too. We turn her sound machine on and she loves it.

3) Night time routine is essential. She had a hard time going to sleep at a decent hour until we figured out that keeping her arms out the swaddle allowerd her to wake herself up all the time. Once that bright light bulb went on in our heads, she has been going to sleep around 8:15 every night sleeping until 7 ish. Bath, nurse, bed.

Every once and awhile she wakes herself up by either wiggling her arms and legs out of the swaddle, or by scooting to the end of the crib and running out of room, or by simply rolling on to her side or belly. I just come in, rearrange her and give her her pacifier (I hate the name BINKY) .

She is perfect. She is my doll, my princess, pumpkin, chunky monkey, funny bunny, Poops McGee, and whether she wakes up 10 times or sleeps through the night, she'll always be perfect!

Monday, April 6, 2009

Rash Mash

Sonya has rashes all over. Little clusters of redness around the diaper area, on her back and her belly. Just when I think it is under control, they reappear. Tomorrow I am calling the Ped. She has already been to see them for the rash and we got some anti-bacterial cream but it is not working.

Hubbs was sick this weekend. Typical hubbs cold. I thought I was getting sick but it never really materialized. I have been getting crazy hot flashes, basically like I am having a fever. Then I realized I had a bladder infection and maybe the fever is related. My doctor and I have been playing phone tag so I am still unsure what ailes me.

Work is crazy now. I am in my fourth week back and the work load is on. At first I thought it would be nice and mellow but now the time I am at work I am seriously hustlin'. It's okay though, makes the days go by much quicker.

Yesterday I went to a baby shower where scallops and lamb shanks were served, it was 4 courses ( small courses ). I left wanting Carl's Jr. but got a hold of myself and came home to eat carrot sticks. Not a lamb fan. I dunno, just don't care for the taste. It is weird to me.

It seems like I have been whining a lot in this post. Guess it's a sign to say "over and out" because I am tired and therefore whining.