So I got breakfast in bed, a card, and a plant but my most favorite gift was a book written and illustrated by Layla. It's a question/answer book and I love it. Here's what it says.
Pg.1 - What does your mom do in her spare time?
She hangs out with me. (illustration is a picture of us sitting on the couch "hanging out")
Pg.2 - What are mothers made of?
Pure love!! (illustration is a giant heart that says PURE LOVE inside)
Pg.3 - What did your mom need to know about your dad before she married him?
She needed to know..... age, name, his parents, and siblings. (illustration is bullet style with his age, name... etc.)
Pg.4 - Why did you get your mother and not some other one?
Because my mom and me are just right together. (illustration is the two of us with bubble thoughts that say "We're just right")
Pg.5 - Why did you mom marry your dad?
Because they both were in love. (illustration is the two of us sharing a bubble thought that says "LOVE")
Pg.6 - What's the difference between moms and dads?
Moms do more. (illustration is bullet style with the stuff moms do... moms shop, moms help, moms cuddle)
The last page is All About The Author
Name - Layla Ryan Dian
Age - 8 Grade - 2
Favorite animal - dog
Favorite color - green
Favorite food - cinnamon rolls
Favorite movie - Roger Rabbit
Favorite book - Ramona Quimby
Favorite restaurant - Subway
When I grow up I want to be - singer
Favorite thing to do at school - Science (meal worms)
Favorite thing to do with mom - watch TV
At home I like to - have Friday nights
My favorite meal my mom makes - Italian Sosige (sausage) soup
Favorite place to be with my mom is - cuddling
Favorite thing about my mom is - she understands me
My favorite memory with my mom is - decorating my 7th birthday cake
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
This damn thing is trying to kill me
So this is it. This is the tree that, year after year, kicks. my. ass! It is lovely and gorgeous and all that crap but looking at it... just a glance... and my nose starts to itch, my eyes start to water, and I can feel the beginnings of a migraine. Luckily it blooms after the first good rain and the second good rain knocks all those freakin flowers off and miraculously I can breathe again. Did I mention that this beauty is right outside my bedroom window? Well... it is. Did I mention that I like to sleep with the windows open? Well... I do. And I can't. And it sucks.
At least it's pretty.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
You mean everyone that meets me doesn't fall in love with me? Shocking!
So there's a mom from the preschool and she clearly doesn't like me. That's okay... I realize that I'm not everyone's cup of tea. Shocking, I know. I am perfectly lovely at all times but some people don't go for that. But seriously I can be abrasive and harsh... especially if you're an idiot. She has pushed me to be abrasive and harsh because she is so clearly an idiot.
This woman pretends that she can't remember my name every time I see her... even when it's twice in the same day. She entrusts the care of her son to me but she can't be bothered to remember my name... makes perfect sense. I know good and well that she knows my name but I think she's trying to "put me in my place". After all I'm just a lowly teacher's aide. What does a teacher's aide do? Oh just everything a parent does and more. I comfort them when they get hurt which is... oh... about 382 times a day. I praise them when they do a good job which happens about 758 times every day. I take them to the bathroom... oh... about 647 times a day. I make sure they eat their lunch and spend about 574 hours a day opening the packages, containers, juice boxes, and milk cartons so that they can eat said lunch. I help them learn to use their words when they have disagreements with their friends and that only takes about 675 hours a day. I guess I can see why she thinks I'm inferior. Maybe I'll just let her kid wet himself, or open his own lunch, or get his feelings hurt all day, and never give a kind word to make him feel proud of himself.
Really lady... you suck!
This woman pretends that she can't remember my name every time I see her... even when it's twice in the same day. She entrusts the care of her son to me but she can't be bothered to remember my name... makes perfect sense. I know good and well that she knows my name but I think she's trying to "put me in my place". After all I'm just a lowly teacher's aide. What does a teacher's aide do? Oh just everything a parent does and more. I comfort them when they get hurt which is... oh... about 382 times a day. I praise them when they do a good job which happens about 758 times every day. I take them to the bathroom... oh... about 647 times a day. I make sure they eat their lunch and spend about 574 hours a day opening the packages, containers, juice boxes, and milk cartons so that they can eat said lunch. I help them learn to use their words when they have disagreements with their friends and that only takes about 675 hours a day. I guess I can see why she thinks I'm inferior. Maybe I'll just let her kid wet himself, or open his own lunch, or get his feelings hurt all day, and never give a kind word to make him feel proud of himself.
Really lady... you suck!
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Yard Work
So Nick has been working on the raspberry bushes. He has spent the last couple of weeks moving the rock (HATE THE ROCK) to make room for the red mulch. It's almost done.
Check back for the after pics.
Check back for the after pics.
Friday, May 1, 2009
TMI or what every woman needs to know? **Warning Guys... there's lots of talk of boobs. And not in the way you're thinking.**
So I was talking to the girl I work with the other day about pregnancy and babies. It was Gage's birthday and I was feeling nostalgic. She hasn't started her family yet... she's only 22 and still in school (that didn't stop me but whatev). She was asking questions about what it's like to be pregnant and give birth... all the gnarly stuff. I told her a little about it but I didn't want to scare her so I didn't get into the gory details. What I did was tell her something that no one ever told me. I may seem like something I should have known but... I didn't. I had not a clue that this would happen. Here's the long version.
I decided before Gage was born that I would not breastfeed him. Not very PC I realize but I was 19 and the whole breastfeeding is a beautiful experience thing, I wasn't sold. Fast forward to about Day 2 of being at home with my new baby and my rock hard boobs... seriously, they felt like boulders. The pain was something I had never experienced in my entire life... that is until I decided that the only way to get relief would be to let the baby get that shit out of there. Umm... if I thought it was painful before... well... what the hell did I know? He was like a little monster. He couldn't latch on so he would just search and search and shake his little head all over the place all the while milk is squirting all over his face, in his eyes, up his nose... everywhere but in his mouth. It only took a few weeks of that torture before I gave it up.
Now we're in the "milk is drying up and oh my god we're back to the boulders again" stage. Now, I'm not quite sure if I was just so damn tired that I never paid attention to my boobs when I tried to breastfeed him before but I'm guessing that has to be the case because what I discovered shortly into the drying up stage shocked and amazed me. About 2 days after I stopped nursing him I took a hot shower to try to get some relief. That's all my boob boulders needed. As soon as the water hit them they started squirting like Gage was there trying to latch on but the shock and amazement wasn't that there was still that much milk, it was where it was coming from that freaked me out.
Listen up people. Boobs are not like bottles. Bottles have a nipple that has one hole. Boobs have nipples that have all kinds of places for milk to shoot from. If you already knew that... good for you. Me? I went through pregnancy, labor, delivery, and a couple of weeks of breastfeeding before I figured it out. Clearly, I'm a little slow on the uptake but... well... I found out eventually and that's all that matters. Ok... so back to the issue at hand. Milk was flying everywhere. Left, right, up to the ceiling and down to the floor. If I remember correctly, and I'm pretty sure I do, I screamed for my mom. Of course she, being a mother of five, laughed at my idiocy and told me to get out of the shower.
So ladies, here are my only words of wisdom about being a mom. All of those flaps of skin on your nipples... those teeny tiny little flaps of skin. Milk is gonna come out of every single one of 'em.
You're welcome.
I decided before Gage was born that I would not breastfeed him. Not very PC I realize but I was 19 and the whole breastfeeding is a beautiful experience thing, I wasn't sold. Fast forward to about Day 2 of being at home with my new baby and my rock hard boobs... seriously, they felt like boulders. The pain was something I had never experienced in my entire life... that is until I decided that the only way to get relief would be to let the baby get that shit out of there. Umm... if I thought it was painful before... well... what the hell did I know? He was like a little monster. He couldn't latch on so he would just search and search and shake his little head all over the place all the while milk is squirting all over his face, in his eyes, up his nose... everywhere but in his mouth. It only took a few weeks of that torture before I gave it up.
Now we're in the "milk is drying up and oh my god we're back to the boulders again" stage. Now, I'm not quite sure if I was just so damn tired that I never paid attention to my boobs when I tried to breastfeed him before but I'm guessing that has to be the case because what I discovered shortly into the drying up stage shocked and amazed me. About 2 days after I stopped nursing him I took a hot shower to try to get some relief. That's all my boob boulders needed. As soon as the water hit them they started squirting like Gage was there trying to latch on but the shock and amazement wasn't that there was still that much milk, it was where it was coming from that freaked me out.
Listen up people. Boobs are not like bottles. Bottles have a nipple that has one hole. Boobs have nipples that have all kinds of places for milk to shoot from. If you already knew that... good for you. Me? I went through pregnancy, labor, delivery, and a couple of weeks of breastfeeding before I figured it out. Clearly, I'm a little slow on the uptake but... well... I found out eventually and that's all that matters. Ok... so back to the issue at hand. Milk was flying everywhere. Left, right, up to the ceiling and down to the floor. If I remember correctly, and I'm pretty sure I do, I screamed for my mom. Of course she, being a mother of five, laughed at my idiocy and told me to get out of the shower.
So ladies, here are my only words of wisdom about being a mom. All of those flaps of skin on your nipples... those teeny tiny little flaps of skin. Milk is gonna come out of every single one of 'em.
You're welcome.
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