My mother tagged me, so I need to type 7 things you might not know about me:
1. The best time in my life ever (well, so far) was when I went to Europe by myself for 11 days back in April 2000. I flew into Frankfort, Germany, and took trains to Berlin, Geneva Switzerland, Venice Italy, and Paris France. I still look through my 1500 pictures on occasion, and feel as though I am almost reliving that time. I was free, single and childless, not much of a care in the world. Now that I am married with child, I am SOOOOO grateful I had that opportunity to take such an incredible trip with no worries.
2. I hate the word "fart". Ugh, just typing it makes me sick. I prefer the word "toot". I refer to it as the "f word" and won't even let Ella say it. And I have Johnny trained to saying toot as well. I am good :)
3. I am terrible at following through, but am extremely good at intending to do so. I usually don't get birthday cards out, or emails written back, but I do think about doing it, and I fully intend to..... but it usually doesn't happen.
4. When I was 16, I sang kareoke in the middle of the mall in a 1950's beetle car for a few prizes. ALL by myself...... to this day and age, I don't know what on earth posessed me, and I still get a bit red in the face thinking about it. I sang "We Can Work It Out", by the Beatles. I believe my mom still has the cassette recording somewhere. Oh, and did I mention it was broadcast on live radio??
5. I love coupons! I have been into coupon clipping for the past 3 months and am pretty well stocked on shampoo, body washes, toothpastes, and deodrants until the next century thanks to CVS. Tonight at the grocery store, my total was $205 before coupons, and after coupons, it went down to $109 (because triple coupons this week- weeeee!). Coupons rock!
6. I shamefully admit I LOVE the song "Paradise By The Dashboard Light" by Meatloaf. I have it on my Ipod, and have to control myself from lipsynching too hard in public *insert embarissed face here*
7. I have more online friends then I do in-real life friends. And I have alot of in-real life friends that I met online!
Monday, October 1, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Can this child of mine be any more silly?? I swear, she makes me laugh everyday. She is definetely 1 in a ka-zillion! She starts preschool in 7 hrs. and 45 minutes! I am very excited for her. She is in the middle, not excited but not hating the idea. She has cried about 4 times this week, saying she is scared and doesn't want to go (it breaks my heart!). But Johnny and I have been hyping preschool up, telling her how much fun it will be and that she is going to make lots and lots of friends! I also told her that both grammie and grandma (Johnny's mom) are going to buy her a small present soon, to show just how proud of her they are! (Oh, by the way..... can ya buy her a small gift and mail it, mom? Nothing big, she just loves getting mail ;)).I have about a million questions for her teachers tomorrow, but I am going to try not to linger too much. I just need to hold back my tears (ohhh, I am a Sullivan, tears are going to flow), and tell myself that this is for the best. I am mostly dreading this first week. After this week, I think we will both be just fine. It's just going to be so weird without her with me during the day.
I will write again tomorrow night with how her first day was! And expect pics as well. I bought her a gorgeous purple dress just for tomorrow. Can't wait!
Friday, August 31, 2007
Some pics of Ellllllllla!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Every morning, when we wake....
Me: "Did you have sweet dreams?"
Ella: "YES!"
Me: "What did you dream about?"
Ella: "Butterflies. And horses, and rainbows, and frogs, and shopping, and airplanes, and mommy, and daddy, and babies....."
The list goes on and on. I love it- one of the best things about waking up. We have been lucky, Ella is always her happiest right when she wakes up (and I admit, I am always my grumpiest- but having her beautiful smile in my face helps).
In less then 2 weeks, I will be leaving for the weekend to go to my brother's wedding (THANKS Jeff and Rachael, I am soooo excited!). I am both excited, but a bit sad to leave Ella. The longest I have ever been away from her is overnight, when she spends the occasional night at my in-laws. I have EVERY faith in Johnny that he is going to take the best care of her, but it's also so hard. He doesn't know our routine. he doesn't know what outfits she can wear to the playground, and what she can't. He doesn't know how to do her hair cute, or even what brush to use. He doesn't know what ballerina outfit is her favorite. There is lot's to learn! Thank God for cell phones...... I can only imagine there will be ALOT of calling back and forth.
Ella: "YES!"
Me: "What did you dream about?"
Ella: "Butterflies. And horses, and rainbows, and frogs, and shopping, and airplanes, and mommy, and daddy, and babies....."
The list goes on and on. I love it- one of the best things about waking up. We have been lucky, Ella is always her happiest right when she wakes up (and I admit, I am always my grumpiest- but having her beautiful smile in my face helps).
In less then 2 weeks, I will be leaving for the weekend to go to my brother's wedding (THANKS Jeff and Rachael, I am soooo excited!). I am both excited, but a bit sad to leave Ella. The longest I have ever been away from her is overnight, when she spends the occasional night at my in-laws. I have EVERY faith in Johnny that he is going to take the best care of her, but it's also so hard. He doesn't know our routine. he doesn't know what outfits she can wear to the playground, and what she can't. He doesn't know how to do her hair cute, or even what brush to use. He doesn't know what ballerina outfit is her favorite. There is lot's to learn! Thank God for cell phones...... I can only imagine there will be ALOT of calling back and forth.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Disappointed.......
Ok, I figured out why I am sooooo upset with Alyssa's actions. I mean, I know I have been there done that (BTDT). I have had my middle of the night adventures of staying out all night, not caring what mom and dad thought. I was 16 at one point, not afraid of anything. I was with my friends, I felt like nothing could go wrong. I felt safe. And I didn't have the sense or respect to wonder about my mom, her realizing I hadn't come home yet when I should have been home hours before, safe in my bed. At the time, it didn't faze me.
The reason I am so upset? Because Alyssa is so much smarter then I was at that age. Everyone in the family knows how intelligent she is. I never made great grades. I barely passed with D's. She is used to bringing home A's and B's. She is better then this. SO MUCH BETTER. I do understand what she is going through, with boys and school and being a teenager. I was there one time, I know exactly how hard it is to deal with things! She doesn't even know how lucky she has it right now, and that pisses me off.
She never had to go to 4 highschools in 3 DIFFERENT states. She never had to say goodbye to best friends, and first loves. She never had to be the "new kid" in school and know how it felt to sit alone at lunch, eating by yourself. She has never known how it feels to move into a new unfamiliar home, no place to truly call your own.
She was lucky enough to get braces at such a young age! OMG, to have straight beautiful teeth is a dream of mine. I don't know what that feels like, she does. She has lived in the same house in the same town for a very long time now, a house her parents own. I never had that. Her parents take her on vacations every year. Didn't happen much here.
Am I bitter and angry? Nope, not one bit. I was a bratty kid and a horrible teen, I didn't deserve great things. Alyssa has ALWAYS been such a good person. My mom and dad did the best they could (and I'm surprised they didn't kill me growing up- I would have deserved it). April and Chris do the best they can, I know they do. And they are damn good parents, who love and adore thier children. They try to give the kids the best in life. I mean, for God's sake, Alyssa has a car sitting in the driveway!!! HER OWN FREAKING CAR, for free....... but has no initiative or drive to get a license. That just stuns me. If I had been so lucky to have my own car at 16, I would have been one estatic teen, license in hand.
My parents lost so much respect for me on many occasions. Knowing what I know now, and all of the dangers out there, I wish I could take it all back. I was an idiot, I was stupid. I deserved no respect for all the crap I pulled. I can't apologize enough for what I put my parents through. I know there were times that my mom cried about me (and ugh, just thinking about it breaks my heart), and was so frustrated and at the end of her rope. But she NEVER once gave up on me. If I wasn't so selfish and could see the hurt and anger both my parents went through over me, I wouldn't have done any of it. And it's not only because I am a parent myself I can say this.... it's because I am an adult. Alyssa may think she is an adult, but my oh my, she has SOOOOO much growing up to do.
I had tough love growing up. I was grounded alot. I thought life wasn't fair. I thought my parents hated me and only lived to make me miserable. Well guess what? I got over it! At some point, I realized it wasn't all about me. To have made my mom almost call the police once when I was 15 and didn't come home all night, her trying so hard to remember what I was wearing so she could discribe it to the police? 100% UNACCEPTABLE. To this day when I think about that morning, and how much my mom was crying and screaming at me, it still brings me to tears (wiping away tears now). I wish I had never put her through that pain.
My past actions, allthough not acceptable, were not quite the shock to anyone. Alyssa's actions? Complete shock. Like I said, she is better then that. I have only been disappointed in her one other time, and that was during last Mother's Day. She does have quite the cheeky mouth and could use a bar of soap in it once in awhile. But this takes the cake.
Sigh.......
The reason I am so upset? Because Alyssa is so much smarter then I was at that age. Everyone in the family knows how intelligent she is. I never made great grades. I barely passed with D's. She is used to bringing home A's and B's. She is better then this. SO MUCH BETTER. I do understand what she is going through, with boys and school and being a teenager. I was there one time, I know exactly how hard it is to deal with things! She doesn't even know how lucky she has it right now, and that pisses me off.
She never had to go to 4 highschools in 3 DIFFERENT states. She never had to say goodbye to best friends, and first loves. She never had to be the "new kid" in school and know how it felt to sit alone at lunch, eating by yourself. She has never known how it feels to move into a new unfamiliar home, no place to truly call your own.
She was lucky enough to get braces at such a young age! OMG, to have straight beautiful teeth is a dream of mine. I don't know what that feels like, she does. She has lived in the same house in the same town for a very long time now, a house her parents own. I never had that. Her parents take her on vacations every year. Didn't happen much here.
Am I bitter and angry? Nope, not one bit. I was a bratty kid and a horrible teen, I didn't deserve great things. Alyssa has ALWAYS been such a good person. My mom and dad did the best they could (and I'm surprised they didn't kill me growing up- I would have deserved it). April and Chris do the best they can, I know they do. And they are damn good parents, who love and adore thier children. They try to give the kids the best in life. I mean, for God's sake, Alyssa has a car sitting in the driveway!!! HER OWN FREAKING CAR, for free....... but has no initiative or drive to get a license. That just stuns me. If I had been so lucky to have my own car at 16, I would have been one estatic teen, license in hand.
My parents lost so much respect for me on many occasions. Knowing what I know now, and all of the dangers out there, I wish I could take it all back. I was an idiot, I was stupid. I deserved no respect for all the crap I pulled. I can't apologize enough for what I put my parents through. I know there were times that my mom cried about me (and ugh, just thinking about it breaks my heart), and was so frustrated and at the end of her rope. But she NEVER once gave up on me. If I wasn't so selfish and could see the hurt and anger both my parents went through over me, I wouldn't have done any of it. And it's not only because I am a parent myself I can say this.... it's because I am an adult. Alyssa may think she is an adult, but my oh my, she has SOOOOO much growing up to do.
I had tough love growing up. I was grounded alot. I thought life wasn't fair. I thought my parents hated me and only lived to make me miserable. Well guess what? I got over it! At some point, I realized it wasn't all about me. To have made my mom almost call the police once when I was 15 and didn't come home all night, her trying so hard to remember what I was wearing so she could discribe it to the police? 100% UNACCEPTABLE. To this day when I think about that morning, and how much my mom was crying and screaming at me, it still brings me to tears (wiping away tears now). I wish I had never put her through that pain.
My past actions, allthough not acceptable, were not quite the shock to anyone. Alyssa's actions? Complete shock. Like I said, she is better then that. I have only been disappointed in her one other time, and that was during last Mother's Day. She does have quite the cheeky mouth and could use a bar of soap in it once in awhile. But this takes the cake.
Sigh.......
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Another Chilly Day!
Mother Nature has been good to us. The past 2 days have been chilly, and today it rained all day (well, I could have done without the constant rain, but I am not being picky!). I love sweater weather so much! I am a fall/winter girl. I love getting all toasty in a jacket or sweater, and wearing a scarf around my neck. I love all the leaves that fall, only meaning the holidays are getting nearer everyday! I love Halloween and Christmas the most out of any other holidays. Then we have my birthday (no, getting older is not really an exciting event, it's just I have always loved my birthday right before Christmas.....and since I have to have a birthday, I am glad I got the one I did- thanks mom, hehee).
Then in January, my baby girl's birthday! I love planning her party! That is the best part. And when it comes to her birthday presents and party, money is never an issue with her daddy :). He always let's me choose what kind of party to throw her, and her b-day presents. I can't wait to start planning her big 0-4 birthday!
I just love looking forward to the chilly weather and what's to come. I never look forward to summer months, especially out here where the humidity gets bad. I love sleeping with blankets, and cuddling with my girl (and guy!) without getting hot!
Bring on the fall, Mother Nature! I am always ready :)
Monday, August 20, 2007
Happy Birthday DAD!
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Stuff and Jeff.....
Not too much going on around here lately. Just cleaning and organizing our place. It's coming along very nicely, if I must say. It's getting easier letting go of old stuff. Stuff I haven't seen, or used in years. I used to be the worst packrat, saving things "just incase". Clothes I am too heavy for, just incase I finally lose weight. That old concert ticket stub from 2002 that I will do what with, when? It feels good to let go of alot of things. I feel like I am living in chaos when we have so much stuff. If we had a bigger place, then maaaaaybe I'd hang on to some of it for a bit longer, but we don't.
OK, so Jeff is getting married ALOT sooner then planned. I am just soooo excited for him, because he seems finally happy. But I am also *very* disappointed that we can't afford to fly out for it. I want SOOOOOO badly to be out there, I am just so upset that they changed the date. Just gives me yet another reason to hate living out here. Jeff is my closest sibling, and I feel so heartbroken we won't be there on one of the most important day of his life :(.
It's 2:52 am and Ella is crying......I'll finish more tomorrow.
OK, so Jeff is getting married ALOT sooner then planned. I am just soooo excited for him, because he seems finally happy. But I am also *very* disappointed that we can't afford to fly out for it. I want SOOOOOO badly to be out there, I am just so upset that they changed the date. Just gives me yet another reason to hate living out here. Jeff is my closest sibling, and I feel so heartbroken we won't be there on one of the most important day of his life :(.
It's 2:52 am and Ella is crying......I'll finish more tomorrow.
Friday, August 10, 2007
60 Degrees today.....in AUGUST!
Rainy, chilly, no sun in sight. Such a perfect day! I love sweater weather!
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
What happened to my baby???
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Not the best of moods....(just a friendly warning)
It's 1:34 am, and AGAIN I cannot sleep. I am tired, but when I actually lay down to sleep, I am always wide awake. This gets old day after day. But then again, that is my life. Day after day after day, same old crap. I have so many emotions and thoughts right now, but I don't know where to start. Guess I'll start with living in Newark......
I hate it here. This city sucks, and with 3 murders this past weekend (60 since the beginning of the yr.), it doesn't make me like it any better. Now don't get me wrong- living thisclose to Manhattan rocks, but we rarely go there. We rarely go anywhere anymore. I just want to move away. Far, far away. I am a West coast girl, I love California (or anywhere near there). I love Salt Lake City (didn't when I lived there, but I so despertely miss the familiarity of it all). I love anywhere but here. I don't want to raise Ella here. People are disrespectful, rude, and just plain disgusting. Everywhere I go, people spit on the sidewalks. Every shop I go to, the cashiers couldn't care less, they will continue with what they are doing while ringing me up (talking on the phone, gossiping with other workers, etc...). On the city subway, mom's are yelling and screaming at thier smal children, because I guess they are having a bad day and enjoy taking it out on them. These scenes happen ALL THE TIME. I am just so sick of it. It kills me to see the poor child, hiding his tear streaked face in embarrissment, because his mom is angry at life. I wish I could take that kid away and give him a better one. But I can't even seem to be able to take care of my own kid and give her the life she deserves.
While in Ireland 5 years ago, I fell in love with the small town Irish living. I remember we were driving down a long country road one gorgeous sunny day, and passing a father and young son and thier many cows. The young boy waved and smiled as we slowly drove by. That was one of my favorite memories of all time. A life on a farm in the Irish countryside. Makes me wish on occasion I had that life! Sure, it would be hard for me NOW to live like that, but if I were raised on a beautiful Irish farm, I wouldn't know any better :). It just seems so peaceful.
I hate living in the "future". When Johnny gets his raise, when we go on a trip, when we do this and that, blah blah blah........always WHEN. When it happens. This time last year I thought our finances would be so much better, and we would stop using the word WHEN. I want to live in the hear and now. I swear, most days I feel life is passing me by :(. I have accomplished absolutely NOTHING this year (so disappointed in myself). Most everyone else in my family has, and I feel a little left behind. Both brothers are engaged (so excited for them!), my nephew is moving out of state (yeah Brian!), and my mom started a great new job she loves (VERY proud of you, mom!). But when I look back, I haven't done much of anything. Oh well, such is life. Depression sucks when it takes over your life. I need to get out of this ugh state I have been in. I want to feel good about life. I want to feel good at being a great mom. And I desperetely want to feel good at being a great wife. I don't feel good at much of anything lately, especially the last two things.
Ok, it's 2:10. I am going to attempt falling asleep. On these sleepless nights, morning comes all too soon.
I hate it here. This city sucks, and with 3 murders this past weekend (60 since the beginning of the yr.), it doesn't make me like it any better. Now don't get me wrong- living thisclose to Manhattan rocks, but we rarely go there. We rarely go anywhere anymore. I just want to move away. Far, far away. I am a West coast girl, I love California (or anywhere near there). I love Salt Lake City (didn't when I lived there, but I so despertely miss the familiarity of it all). I love anywhere but here. I don't want to raise Ella here. People are disrespectful, rude, and just plain disgusting. Everywhere I go, people spit on the sidewalks. Every shop I go to, the cashiers couldn't care less, they will continue with what they are doing while ringing me up (talking on the phone, gossiping with other workers, etc...). On the city subway, mom's are yelling and screaming at thier smal children, because I guess they are having a bad day and enjoy taking it out on them. These scenes happen ALL THE TIME. I am just so sick of it. It kills me to see the poor child, hiding his tear streaked face in embarrissment, because his mom is angry at life. I wish I could take that kid away and give him a better one. But I can't even seem to be able to take care of my own kid and give her the life she deserves.
While in Ireland 5 years ago, I fell in love with the small town Irish living. I remember we were driving down a long country road one gorgeous sunny day, and passing a father and young son and thier many cows. The young boy waved and smiled as we slowly drove by. That was one of my favorite memories of all time. A life on a farm in the Irish countryside. Makes me wish on occasion I had that life! Sure, it would be hard for me NOW to live like that, but if I were raised on a beautiful Irish farm, I wouldn't know any better :). It just seems so peaceful.
I hate living in the "future". When Johnny gets his raise, when we go on a trip, when we do this and that, blah blah blah........always WHEN. When it happens. This time last year I thought our finances would be so much better, and we would stop using the word WHEN. I want to live in the hear and now. I swear, most days I feel life is passing me by :(. I have accomplished absolutely NOTHING this year (so disappointed in myself). Most everyone else in my family has, and I feel a little left behind. Both brothers are engaged (so excited for them!), my nephew is moving out of state (yeah Brian!), and my mom started a great new job she loves (VERY proud of you, mom!). But when I look back, I haven't done much of anything. Oh well, such is life. Depression sucks when it takes over your life. I need to get out of this ugh state I have been in. I want to feel good about life. I want to feel good at being a great mom. And I desperetely want to feel good at being a great wife. I don't feel good at much of anything lately, especially the last two things.
Ok, it's 2:10. I am going to attempt falling asleep. On these sleepless nights, morning comes all too soon.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Our Daily Ritual
Me: "what is your name?"Ella: "E-L-L-A, Ella"
Me: "how old are you?"
Ella: "3"
Me: "where do you live?"
Ella: "In Jersey!"
Me: "where do you want to go?"
Ella: "to FUNKY TOWN!"
Heehee, she is such a nut!
Monday, July 30, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
My Mom is a Blogger, (and other thoughts).......
........And I find it so interesting. In a good way, ofcourse. I am not necessarily surprised, because she does live here on Earth and owns a computer. But it's my mom! I always took her for the more "old fashioned" type. Not in her parenting skills, but more in the technology area. I mean, by the time we got an answering machine, I thought we were the *coolest* people alive! That was until I realized that most households in the US had one years before we did, and we were not that cool. But sometimes my mom does surprise me. I remember when I was about 18, and I was in the car with her. We were flipping radio stations, and I stopped it on a very popular song (popular in the teenage world), and she knew EVERY word! I was like WHOA!? My mom is pretty cool! I had to ofcourse explain later that the song she was singing was about illegal drugs (LOL), but bless her heart, she was still cool to me!
Growing up, I always thought life was so unfair (like most kids). Why did I have a curfew at 15 when neither brother did? Why did I have to call to check-in when I was out having a good time? Why did my parents judge most of my friends when they didn't even know them? Everytime I would argue and complain, my mom always had the same answer: "because you're a girl". I never understood that growing up. So what, I am a girl and Andy is a boy and he still never had a curfew?! Then it all changed on January 15, 2004. The night I gave birth to my own girl. Now I can barely imagine sending her off to preschool, without me with her all day. I can't imagine the day when she wants to stay home by herself, while we run to the store. I ESPECIALLY can't imagine watching her walk out our front door, leaving with friends, out for a fun night. I realize there will be a time when I will have to let her go, and let her experience her own life. And I will......someday. But I look back and remember the hell I put my mom through, and now I understand. I understand the curfew, the check-in calls, and the judging of friends. I now understand why she was so angry (and scared) at me the few times I stayed out all night, completely missing my curfew by several hours. If Ella is anything like I was when she gets a little older, then I am in serious trouble. But through it all, I always thought (and still do) I had the best mom in THE WORLD :)! She is my rock, and I hope Ella sees me EXACTLY how I see my mom. If she does, then I have succeeded.
Growing up, I always thought life was so unfair (like most kids). Why did I have a curfew at 15 when neither brother did? Why did I have to call to check-in when I was out having a good time? Why did my parents judge most of my friends when they didn't even know them? Everytime I would argue and complain, my mom always had the same answer: "because you're a girl". I never understood that growing up. So what, I am a girl and Andy is a boy and he still never had a curfew?! Then it all changed on January 15, 2004. The night I gave birth to my own girl. Now I can barely imagine sending her off to preschool, without me with her all day. I can't imagine the day when she wants to stay home by herself, while we run to the store. I ESPECIALLY can't imagine watching her walk out our front door, leaving with friends, out for a fun night. I realize there will be a time when I will have to let her go, and let her experience her own life. And I will......someday. But I look back and remember the hell I put my mom through, and now I understand. I understand the curfew, the check-in calls, and the judging of friends. I now understand why she was so angry (and scared) at me the few times I stayed out all night, completely missing my curfew by several hours. If Ella is anything like I was when she gets a little older, then I am in serious trouble. But through it all, I always thought (and still do) I had the best mom in THE WORLD :)! She is my rock, and I hope Ella sees me EXACTLY how I see my mom. If she does, then I have succeeded.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
I have NOT forgotten about you.......
My sweet lovable blog! I am just seriously lazy. My intentions are always there, it's the effort I need to work on.
Today we had a fun day at the outlet mall. Met up with 4 other ladies from one of my Gymboree boards, and Ella played her little heart out, barely lasting until we got to the car. I bought her a new dress, tights, and top for the fall. It's 8:15 pm, and she's still crashed out on the couch. Guess we ought to be waking her up, or else she will be up all night. Oh boy!
Today we had a fun day at the outlet mall. Met up with 4 other ladies from one of my Gymboree boards, and Ella played her little heart out, barely lasting until we got to the car. I bought her a new dress, tights, and top for the fall. It's 8:15 pm, and she's still crashed out on the couch. Guess we ought to be waking her up, or else she will be up all night. Oh boy!
Friday, July 6, 2007
I got the call....
I called a few preschool centers about 3 weeks ago to get Ella registered for the fall. The ones I called were filled, and I put my name on a waiting list. I didn't call anymore and just left it at that. I figured if she doesn't get in, then that's fine by me. Who needs preschool when you can stay home and be bored with mommy all day? Who needs other kid germs when you have plenty of your own, thankyouverymuch? Who needs to learn how to share toys when you have a million of your own?
Well, this morning the phone rings. It was a preschool less then a mile away that had openings. For my child? My kid, who has only been watched by close family members?? My baby, who doesn't have to share her toys, or germs, with anyone else? My little girl, who doesn't have any kind of a schedule in her life at all?? Wow. Half of me (well, ok, MOST of me) is very excited. A few hrs of the day without her? What am I going to do with myself? How am I going to go to the bathroom, all by myself? Shop? Live? Breath? *insert excited snort*. Seriously tho, I am excited for her, but I know I will most likely shed a few tears that first day. I am a protective mom. I am nervous when I am not with her. I am the mom who gets upset when another kid is mean to my girl. I just can't imagine her being away from me. The only thing we can do is see how it is. I still have a few months to get used to this idea, allthough I think after being home with her for the next few months, I just might be more excited then I feel I should be (heh).
Well, this morning the phone rings. It was a preschool less then a mile away that had openings. For my child? My kid, who has only been watched by close family members?? My baby, who doesn't have to share her toys, or germs, with anyone else? My little girl, who doesn't have any kind of a schedule in her life at all?? Wow. Half of me (well, ok, MOST of me) is very excited. A few hrs of the day without her? What am I going to do with myself? How am I going to go to the bathroom, all by myself? Shop? Live? Breath? *insert excited snort*. Seriously tho, I am excited for her, but I know I will most likely shed a few tears that first day. I am a protective mom. I am nervous when I am not with her. I am the mom who gets upset when another kid is mean to my girl. I just can't imagine her being away from me. The only thing we can do is see how it is. I still have a few months to get used to this idea, allthough I think after being home with her for the next few months, I just might be more excited then I feel I should be (heh).
Monday, July 2, 2007
Sooooo.....night 2 and I haven't lost interest yet!
Johnny stayed home from work today because he wasn't feeling too good this morning. When he stays home from work, I get even more lazier then normal. Why is that? Maybe because I feel if he gets to lounge around the house all day, then so should I! Not that I don't always lounge around the house all day anyway, because who am I kidding- I do. But that isn't the point. The point is...... ah, screw it, I forget.
Anyway, Ella was in quite the mood today. I don't know who peepee'd in her post toasties, but it wasn't me. She lost playground priveledges, but only because we were too tired to take her there from fighting with her all day. She is 3 and a half and a ball of toddler emotion. She did however, get to go to Walmart with us tonight, but only because we couldn't really leave her home alone. What is the age we can start that? 4? Ok, sounds good ;). We went for plastic hangers, and came out with a whole lot more then plastic hangers. But then again, shopping with me is a whole lot more then plastic hangers. Shopping with me is an adventure down every aisle. It's like a celebration of happy times. It's like the Matt Damon's or Johnny Knoxville's (yum!) of the world unite and put on a Chippendale's show, because let's face, I want to see those 2 guys do a sultry strip tease for me! And for me only, because I am selfish like that. So yeah, I like to shop. Preferably without Johnny and Ella, but I take what I can get.
Anyway, Ella was in quite the mood today. I don't know who peepee'd in her post toasties, but it wasn't me. She lost playground priveledges, but only because we were too tired to take her there from fighting with her all day. She is 3 and a half and a ball of toddler emotion. She did however, get to go to Walmart with us tonight, but only because we couldn't really leave her home alone. What is the age we can start that? 4? Ok, sounds good ;). We went for plastic hangers, and came out with a whole lot more then plastic hangers. But then again, shopping with me is a whole lot more then plastic hangers. Shopping with me is an adventure down every aisle. It's like a celebration of happy times. It's like the Matt Damon's or Johnny Knoxville's (yum!) of the world unite and put on a Chippendale's show, because let's face, I want to see those 2 guys do a sultry strip tease for me! And for me only, because I am selfish like that. So yeah, I like to shop. Preferably without Johnny and Ella, but I take what I can get.
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Ok, I took the plunge....
Now what do I do? I never thought I'd be the blogging type, but I need to do something to work on my insomnia. Like most things in life, I will either start to obsess over blogging, or my ADD kicks in and I give up. Only time will tell :).
Anyway, this past weekend was pretty good for the most part. Except the eleventybillion miles Johnny and I walked in Manhattan on Saturday. Oh, and the bum fight we saw there! Now that was exciting. NOT. It was actually rather disturbing. Nothing like seeing a crackwhore being plunged in the stomach with a cane by an old dude! And yes, we ran away fast! Thank God for a fast stroller, and a sleeping toddler, she didn't see a thing.
We started the morning taking the train to the World Trade Center, getting off there, and walking to Chinatown. We had lunch there, and took a subway to the Central Park area. We took a 2 hr. detour to FAO Schwartz, to fulfill a bribe made my me. I promised my scared-to-death-of-public-restrooms 3 year old a toy if she would just use the restroom in Banana Republic while we were on our way to Central Park. She took the bait, and I was happy to know that there wouldn't be any accidents in our near future. So, FAO Schwartz...... every rich kid's dream! After looking at everything from baby dolls to Barbie dolls, we hit the jackpot aisle: ballerina dress-up land! After debating on one absolutely gorgeous tu-tu and leotard for around $60, we found a set that came with a tu-tu, a wand, and wings, and it was purple and glittery to boot! It was love at first site for miss Ella, and at $36 plus tax, it was all hers.
So, off to Central Park. Strawberry Fields to be exact. I got some cute shots of Ella in full tu-tu couture, prancing around the John Lennon "Imagine" memorial. When I figure out how to post pics, I will. After an hour or so in the park, we headed to an eatery called Grey Papaya's. It was like a trillion blocks away. "Short blocks", as Johnny stated, to save himself from an ass kicking he was about to get. Short blocks they might be, but a trillion of them?? It was after eating we saw the bum fight. And ran. For our lives. Just kidding on the last part, I think. So we finally made it home in one piece. And allthough I absolutely LOVE living so close to NYC, it will be awhile before we go again. It's an exhausting place!
Anyway, this past weekend was pretty good for the most part. Except the eleventybillion miles Johnny and I walked in Manhattan on Saturday. Oh, and the bum fight we saw there! Now that was exciting. NOT. It was actually rather disturbing. Nothing like seeing a crackwhore being plunged in the stomach with a cane by an old dude! And yes, we ran away fast! Thank God for a fast stroller, and a sleeping toddler, she didn't see a thing.
We started the morning taking the train to the World Trade Center, getting off there, and walking to Chinatown. We had lunch there, and took a subway to the Central Park area. We took a 2 hr. detour to FAO Schwartz, to fulfill a bribe made my me. I promised my scared-to-death-of-public-restrooms 3 year old a toy if she would just use the restroom in Banana Republic while we were on our way to Central Park. She took the bait, and I was happy to know that there wouldn't be any accidents in our near future. So, FAO Schwartz...... every rich kid's dream! After looking at everything from baby dolls to Barbie dolls, we hit the jackpot aisle: ballerina dress-up land! After debating on one absolutely gorgeous tu-tu and leotard for around $60, we found a set that came with a tu-tu, a wand, and wings, and it was purple and glittery to boot! It was love at first site for miss Ella, and at $36 plus tax, it was all hers.
So, off to Central Park. Strawberry Fields to be exact. I got some cute shots of Ella in full tu-tu couture, prancing around the John Lennon "Imagine" memorial. When I figure out how to post pics, I will. After an hour or so in the park, we headed to an eatery called Grey Papaya's. It was like a trillion blocks away. "Short blocks", as Johnny stated, to save himself from an ass kicking he was about to get. Short blocks they might be, but a trillion of them?? It was after eating we saw the bum fight. And ran. For our lives. Just kidding on the last part, I think. So we finally made it home in one piece. And allthough I absolutely LOVE living so close to NYC, it will be awhile before we go again. It's an exhausting place!
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