IT’S VERY HARD TO WATCH TV WHILE YOUR CHILD IS EXERCISING HER VOCAL CORDS.

Okay, how come no one told me that in my sidebar it said “Arount the Internet”???? Don’t look. It’s fixed now. ;) Honestly, I looked at that a zillion times and never saw it until today. I guess our brain really does fill things in for us.

And in other news? Tonight baby girl finally managed to get the Cheerios from the tray to the hands to the mouth. Hurray! The time of finger foods is drawing closer. :)

Theresa’s post about slaying twist ties with her husband’s tools made me remember the day I actually thought like my husband.

Yes, I know it’s scary to think of, but it did happen.

Many years ago, a friend of ours was getting a divorce, moving out of her apartment, and moving herself and her two year old in with us until she could get on her feet. We were helping her move, and I was in charge of loading boxes in the back of her (small) truck.

My normal reaction to this would be to just shove the boxes in the truck any which way not really caring if I could get more in by moving them around or not. But for some reason that day, I found myself actually taking the time to move the boxes around rearranging them to make them fit perfectly. My mantra was “it’s like a jigsaw puzzle”. Then all of a sudden I realized that was what my husband always said when he was loading things into the back of a truck or packing a suitcase or anything like that. “It’s like a jigsaw puzzle.” At that moment, I froze in shock. “I’m turning into my husband! ARGH!!!!”

Don’t worry, though. It didn’t stick. But at least I know it’s in me if I ever need it. ;)

Today would have been my parents 50th anniversary if my mom was still with us. I think my father and she-who-shall-not-be-named are having (or had) their 5th anniversary somewhere around this date. I could look it up, but I refuse to waste any more energy on her than I have to, so we’ll just leave it at that.

I am sure I would have thrown them a wonderful party tonight to celebrate, so I think I will indulge myself and imagine what it would have been like if my mom was still around. (Read on …)

Yes, around here we are doing the Happy Dance! because after two and one half years, my kitchen cabinets have been ordered!!! Praise the Lord and pass the spice rack. WOOHOO!

About 3 a.m. or so, I woke from a dream (don’t you hate when you do that because I think your heart pounds a lot faster when you wake up startled from a dream than when you just wake up naturally) and heard this very odd sound. And of course, I did what every wife does when she hears an odd sound in the middle of the night. I woke my husband up and said “What is that noise?????” And he woke up and said, “Huh?” like he normally does when I wake him in the middle of the night. And I said “THAT noise!” And he listened for a moment, and he said, “It’s rain.”

I guess I had forgotten what it sounded like. Hurray for rain!

Am I the only one who misses her baby at night when she is asleep and tiptoes into her room just to look at her sleeping?

Does anyone else miss their baby more when they see pictures of other babies?

Am I the only one who has to go hug my little one after seeing a sad movie or story on television?

Does anyone else ever look at a precious little face and wonder where on earth someone so perfect came from no matter how long she’s been there?

Am I the only one who glows with pride over every (and I mean every) new little thing her baby accomplishes?

Does anyone else check the baby after she goes to bed every single time you pass her door and have your husband trained to do the same?

Is it just me or is it a mom thing?

Major Geekout to Follow. You have been warned.

So I have this new laptop you know. And that is cool.

But then it has a wireless network that took oh maybe 5 minutes tops to get going. And that was cool.

And the other night I sat out on the balcony with hubby, baby girl, and some friends eating dinner playing music on my laptop and looking things up on the internet and sending email. Just because I could. And that was very cool.

And this morning, we hooked up the printer to the base station and I got all the computers networked together and working and I can actually (using my laptop as a controller) print from ANY ONE OF MY COMPUTERS to that one printer anywhere in the house using my laptop. And that is extremely cool.

And now, we have hooked up the stereo speakers to the “airtunes” port on the base station and I can play my itunes songs through the speakers in my LIVING ROOM!!! Just think of the possibilities for parties and such! (Like we have parties anymore, but I can dream can’t I?)

Oh yeah. I love technology. :D

I’m starting to feel better. I even sort of feel better enough to maybe get out of the house. Except I have a problem. You see, my chest is still sore. And so, well, okay, I’m going to be brutally honest here. It hurts to wear my bra. And trust me, there is no way I’m going out with my girls hanging loose.

There. I said it.

So, I guess until the soreness is gone away a little more, I’m just going to have to stay home where I can go braless with no feelings of self-consciousness.

There. I feel much better having gotten that off my chest.

So to speak.

This morning we woke to the dulcet tones of one Baby Girl, 8 1/2 months old, from Phoenix, Arizona, serenading us with a lovely and eclectic mix of baby sonatas and various other works, composed entirely by the performer. The concert lasted a good 45 minutes all told, and covered a range of her best and newest material. Our favorite, by far, was the BaBaBa Octavo with teething beads and pacifier. Such a lovely range of tones and expression. We surely could have listened to her performance all day, but we finally determined that she probably needed an intermission for breakfast and diaper changing. Baby Girl won’t be touring anytime soon, but she does have a standing gig at Mommy and Daddy’s House here in Phoenix.

We just watched Finding Neverland.

If you haven’t seen it yet….

See. It.

When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about. And that was the beginning of fairies. – Peter Pan in Finding Neverland

There is this club and you can only become a member of it if you’re a mom. A lot of the members of The Club have carried and delivered their own babies. Then there are those who took different routes, whether it be surrogacy or adoption. But either way the only way you get in The Club is to be a mom. For a long time, I was an outsider. I didn’t get what being in The Club was about. It was like standing outside the window of a store, looking in and wishing you could have whatever was on the other side of the glass, but not having enough money to buy it. Or being the last one waiting to be picked for a team when you’re playing Red Rover, but never actually being picked. Or sitting alone at a table in the cafeteria eating your lunch while everyone around is laughing and talking and having a great time, but everyone just keeps walking by you like you’re not even there. You know, those kinds of feelings. (Read on …)

• Mike is going to the store for me today and he will buy baby food on his own for the first time. I made him a detailed list and talked through it with him. Think he will do okay? ;)

• The scale is broken. I have barely eaten anything for two days and yet every time I get on it, my weight goes UP. The scale is broken I tell you.

• I finally got to take a shower. Oh that felt sooooo nice. I smell good again! Hurray!

• The worst part of this? I think it may very well be the nausea. I feel like I’m pregnant again. Blah. (No, I’m not.)

• Thanks everyone for the good thoughts. I’m finally starting to feel a little better.

Yes indeed, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. So maybe not a big truck, more than a little truck – must be a medium truck.

The bottom line is they think they took care of most of the flutter stuff, but there was one near the electrical center of the heart that he didn’t want to deal with and be too aggressive, so at this point we just have to wait and see. My heart is back in sinus rhythm and my heartrate was 89 when I was walking around at the hospital to make sure I wouldn’t bleed if they sent me home. So that’s a very good thing. For the rest of the story… (Read on …)

Hey everyone, I’m home. I’m exhausted, and I feel like a bowling ball hit me in the chest. I will tell you the whole story tomorrow after I get some rest. Thanks for all your good thoughts and prayers. I know that they definitely helped.