How lucky can can a girl be?

My all-time favorite basketball player does color for my favorite basketball team who, by the way, had the best record in the NBA this season.

My all-time favorite baseball player does color for my favorite baseball team who are off to a pretty decent start this season.

I refuse to say who got voted off tonight.

I refuse to acknowledge the collective stupidity of the American voting public.

I refuse to accept that America did not vote off SCOTT who deserved it.

I refuse to accept that America did not vote off ANTHONY who has been hanging on by a thread as well and was in the bottom three.

I refuse to accept that America did not vote off CARRIE who had at LEAST the second worst performance of the night if not the worst.

I refuse to accept that America did not vote off VONZELL even though I thought she did well, yet she was still in the bottom three.

I accept that America did not vote off BO because he was the best by far.

That leaves one person.

And that person SHOULD STILL BE THERE.

STUPID STUPID AMERICA. HMPH.

I love when you call customer service to find somewhere to get a replacement product, and you get much more than you bargained for. I had recently purchased some different bottles to combat my daughter’s gas issues. They worked wonderfully (if only they would work for spit-up too, but that’s another story) and I’ve been very happy with them. Unfortunately, the other day we lost one of the parts, which makes using three separate bottles a little difficult. I called Playtex to ask if there was somewhere I could get a replacement part. I didn’t get a place to go. Instead, the customer service rep is sending a complimentary replacement (it’s only a 50 cent part, but still) and an order form in case I need other parts in the future. THAT is how you make your customers happy. And THAT is what sets most American customer service apart from the rest of the world. A small thing, but something that makes my life a lot easier. Thanks Playtex!

This week’s theme: Songs from 2000 - 2005 (Read on …)

http://www.hollywood.com/news/detail/article/2439745

Raise your hand if you think he’s actually read the Harry Potter books and not just the hidden agenda book.

Uh huh.

I thought not.

Hurry up and code a pope uninstaller someone.

PLEASE!!!

Carrots
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The carrots were a hit! And I even got the organic ones. Actually, they were pretty yummy. I think I’ll have to make pureed carrots for ME!

You know what my favorite moment of the day is?

Strangely enough it’s not putting my baby to bed, because I actually miss her when she goes to sleep for the night. Not surprisingly, it’s not the moment I hear her crying in the monitor and realize that she’s probably not going to cry herself back to sleep this time.

No, my favorite moment of the day is when I walk quietly into her room so as not to wake her daddy, and lean over her crib and say good morning and she looks up at me with those big trusting eyes and her little face erupts in a smile of pure joy.

Because she’s happy to see me.

Because maybe that moment of the day is her favorite, too.

And maybe she misses me while she’s in her bed away from me.

That moment, that incredible moment when I can see how much she loves me is beyond a doubt my favorite moment of the day.

And I’m going to store all those morning moments away for the future, so I can remember them when she buries her head under the pillow and grunts at me because she doesn’t want to get up or she says those three awful words that all kids say at one time or another or she slams the door in my face or any number of things that will break my heart.

In those moments, I will remember that when she was small, my face was the face she most wanted to see when she woke up in the morning, that she looked forward to seeing, that she depended on seeing and that she loved maybe more than any other face in the world.

American Idol voters are idiots. It has to be said. Not because of the person they voted off, but because of the person they refuse to vote off. (Read on …)

This week’s theme: 70s Dance Classics (Read on …)

* The election of a new pope - Bishop Ratzinger becomes Pope Benedict XVI … not sure how I feel about this one, but I guess we will just have to wait and see how it plays out. He’s not a young man, so I doubt there will be a long “reign” (I hate that word in conjunction with a religious position of service, but whatever) like there was with John Paul II. So, if we don’t like him, we can rest in the knowledge that he probably won’t be around too long. :P

*The 10th anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing … I remember that day still very vividly. At the time I thought nothing could compare to the horror and anger and sadness of that day. Never say never. That was, of course, before 9/11. The pictures of the fire fighters carrying out injured children, of that devastated building, of the search dogs sniffing through the rubble…those will never leave me. I can only pray that my daughter will grow up in a world where those things don’t happen - that she will be part of the solution and never the problem - that she be filled with empathy and love and never has to feel hate or anger or sadness because of someone’s wreckless destruction of lives and families. I pray it fervently while I realize that it’s probably a little too much to hope for her to never see things like I have seen. I can’t protect her from everything, but I can sure try. And I can’t believe it’s been 10 years.

One of the things that attracts me to my husband, is his smell…not cologne smell, but just his natural scent. I always feel compelled to just breathe it in when I’m kissing him. Some days I’d almost rather smell him than kiss him. I don’t know if that makes me weird or not, but I’ve also noticed that I love the scent of my baby. I can just sit holding her with my nose up against her head inhaling her essence. It’s very calming, that smell. Some of the ladies at church and I were talking about this the other day. One of them even mentioned that although her daughter is 17, she still goes to her room and just breathes in her smell. And just now, on my soap opera, one of the characters breathed in what she thought was a new perfume on a scarf, but what actually was the scent of her newborn baby. She described it as “liquid love”. An apt description of something so unique it could never be bottled, but will never be forgotten.

Hi Mommy! Why am I sitting on the table in my bouncy seat with nothing on but my diaper?

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A shocker? (Read on …)

I hope you haven’t been holding your breath waiting to see if we got any sleep last night. Well, the answer is…yes we all did! Yay! She only cried once during the night and it was only for a few seconds, so I didn’t even bother to go check. And each time I woke up and heard a silent monitor, I would think, “Okay sweetie, make some noise so I know you’re okay.” And she usually would within a few seconds, and then I would be able to go back to sleep. So the bottom line? I didn’t get up and check on her at all because she did beautifully. And she woke up at 6:45 on her own. Hey, it’s better than 5 a.m. :) So all in all, her first night sleeping in her own room was a success. Let’s hope she keeps it up. She’s growing up, my little girl. Good for her. :)