Christmas Cards are Stressful!!!

Until the little piggy was born, I thought nothing of Christmas cards. Never sent them and didn't expect to start. Well, as many of you know, sending Christmas cards when you have children is expected. Not only is it expected, it's also required by many. Around Thanksgiving, people start asking if you're going to send cards. It's their way of saying, "don't forget to send me a picture". Since we sent ours so late this year, we actually got a few inquiries as to the status of our Christmas cards. Well, for those of you who were wondering why it took so long, I blame the delay on the fact that I had so many great options this year and chouldn't choose.

First there was this one of the little piggy and her cousins...

We thought the screaming, nose picking and blank stare weren't exactly what everyone would be looking for in "the" Christmas card. So, we then started taking pictures of the little piggy in front of the tree and in various positions. That didn't work. Don't have any to share as they all were deleted in frustration.

Then the little piggy's teacher sent us this one that was so great...



Yea, again, not something to share with the family/friends for the a happy holiday's message. At least it was funny. Finally we got a picture of her in front of the tree hugging her bear. Well, you'll see it as we sent them out very late this year (on December 26th). I signed most of them "better late than never" in the hopes that someone would find that funny.

Merry Christmas Everyone!! Have a Happy New Year!

BTW, New Years Eve is at my parents. We're having a pizza party (make your own pizza and stuff). Come join us if you're not doing anything. It's sure to be a lot of fun.

-s

Pee Pee in the Potty and other stuff

The little piggy has been sick lately. Here are a few pictures of her sleeping...

In the second picture she fell asleep with the cookie in her mouth but it fell out before I could turn around to take the picture.

Oh, also, some good news!!! She did pee pee in the potty on Sunday! She was very proud of herself and had to show Daddy.

-s

My brain hurts

I noticed that I'm really good at hectic days. Everyday I walk into the office really is an acomplishment. For instance, last week, I had a lot to do. My ultimate goal was to get into the office by 9 am at least with a slew of other things to do.



It all started around 9 pm the night before, when I was so tired, I went to sleep.

• 9:00 pm - 12:00 am --> sleeping in a dead sleep
• 12:00 am --> quickly awoken by a screaming child with a fever of 102 degrees
• 3:00 am --> back to sleep after a slew of medicine, changing diapers, water, luke-warm compressess
• 5:00 am --> woke up again from a stiff kick to the kidney by my very accurate daughter (wait, I thought I put her to bed!)
• 5:15 am --> back to sleep (I think)
• 6:20 am --> missed the alarm, rushing out of bed and into the shower
• 6:25 am - 6:45 am --> Showering, dressing, makeup, all that stuff, take medicine and pack my work clothes and baby's clothes for changing at my parents house (you'll see why later)
• 6:45 am --> start the car, it's damn cold out, pack everything in the car
• 6:50 am --> pick up baby from the bed, wake up husband, wrap baby in blanket and get in the car
• 7:00 am --> get to parents house, hand baby off to dad/mom, give her milk, show them where her diapers are, run out of house to go to get an MRI
• 7:15 am --> at MRI place on time!!!! yey
• 7:40 am --> the damn people finally call me in, why did I rush again?
• 8:00 am --> done with noisy MRI, back in waiting room waiting for them to burn a CD
• 8:30 am --> they finally burned the CD with my brain images on it and I leave to go pick up the little piggy
• 8:40 am --> get to parents house, get dressed in work clothes, get piggy dressed in clothes, grab a cookie for breakfast (so healthy) and run out the door (with the kid of course)
• 8:50 am --> on the road, stop 3 times to wipe the piggy's nose
• 9:20 am --> arrive at work, drop of the piggy in daycare and run down the hall to arrive at my training class for which I'm already 20 minutes late
• 9:30 am --> arrive in the training class where everyone is introducing themselves
• 9:35 am --> get singled out by the teacher to go pick out an object that best represents myself. I look on the table full of gumby's, play dough, puzzle pieces and there, right in front of me is a big old toy brain like this...

So, I pick up the brain and it breaks in half and falls on the floor. Yea, my brain hurts. I pick up the pieces and some how conjure together a story of how the brain represents me citing my recent brain scan as an example. I sit down and sigh. I made it! I'm so proud of myself.

-s

and then the phone rings...

I was out with friends a few nights ago and we were talking about our families. Of course I took out my blackberry to show everyone the latest pictures of the little piggy. This is when I came across one picture… Aww, how cute! - right?

Yea, well after I tell you this story (as I told everyone that night), I'm not so sure you'll be saying that.

One night, I was changing the little piggy’s stinky diaper while she was standing up. Just as I went to wipe the stinky away from her bottom, she decided to run away. Over to the wood floor she stood there and subsequently decided to pee on the floor. Then getting all scared, she began running over to me… slipping in the pee, mushing the poop on her bottom and nicely landing in the puddle of absolute disgusting mess. Now she is crying hysterical, I am almost crying of laughter then she decides to try to get up and to hug me. Oh no I say and I run away like a big baby. The crying gets worse, and then the phone starts ringing. I reach for the baby wipes, they’re empty of course so I’m running around the house, searching for baby wipes while the phone is ringing and the little piggy is screaming hysterically reaching out at me and crying that I won’t pick her pee soaked, poopy butt up. I then wipe her up quickly and try to grab the phone as she starts climbing on me (pee and poop included). I answer the phone (that’s been ringing non-stop for 5 minutes) it’s my husband letting me know that his plane didn’t leave yet (an hour late). “Not important” I scream. "I have a poopy butt, pee soaked child on my hip with no baby wipes and the sink is full so I can’t wash her off quickly. Everything is crazy… stop calling the phone!!!!" Click. I then did the best at trying to clean out the sink of all the dirty dishes so that I could stick her butt under the faucet and clean her off. In the end, this is the result…

Now, what do you see?
-s