to.sleep.the.sleep.of.a.baby

My baby girl is a dream sleeper. She sleeps. Alot. Through alot of noise. an dmovement. And her two year old brother poking he rinthe eye. But that's a story for another day.

This is how she sleeps


and this


and this


She's good at it. She's even cute while she sleeps. I know I can't pull that off. I drool. It's not pretty. it's not dry either, but I bet you already knew that. I also snore, and hog the bed. I have a very understanding husband. But of course he's a blanket hog, so the whole bed stealing is one of those "which comes first, the chicken or the egg?" questions. Do I spread out in bed, leaving him to grab the blankets and roll over, or does he grab the blankets and roll, leaving me to follow the blankets across the bed? We'll never know. Well, we'd know if we were awake, but since the problem is sleep, we'll never know. Basically, we are well matched in bed. He snores too. But I digress.

Thankfully, she's a good sleeper. She puts up with both of our snoring. Of course, she's inherited my bed hogging, so it's now me clinging to the rails. oh how fun, i have a new respect for my husband!

My deep dark secret.

I'm going to let it all hang out there. I'm going to let it all hang out there because I know I am not alone. I know there are others out there like me, others out there trying to hide the same secret. The secret that slowly drives us insane, that makes us fear everything from a gust of wind to a surprise visitor. The fear of discovery. We fear...people will see...



this.

"This" being my guest bedroom. Oh the horror. Oh the HUMANITY!


"This" was also the room I stole away to to write papers and work on school work (I earned a B.A. in Political Science in December). How I wrote papers is also a mystery, one I will save for a later day.

"This" was also the room destined to become my baby girl's room, and if you've been reading along, you'll know she was born in April.

I kept promising myself I'd deal with all of that....stuff...after I was done school. January rolled around, like it's bound to do, and I kept putting it off. I hemmed, I hawed, I whined, I complained, I gnashed my teeth...I added to the dysfunction :D
Valentine's rolled around, and along with it a bigger belly, and even less motivation. Add to the stress of planning my son's second birthday party, and the general third trimester party-in-the-belly, and I was not getting it done.

I admit, I freaked out a bit. Just a wee bit. ok, maybe a lot. yes, I freaked out a lot. trips to IKEA, Home Depot and Zellers followed, and I was motivated. I purged, I filed, I packed away the good stuff. I got it done. Boooya!


I am pleased to report, "this" no longer exists :D It is now a pink and brown polkadot dream room. And she's slept in it....never at all. Oh the irony!

*knock knock* anyone out there?

Considering this is a public blog, and one that I hit more than everyone else combined, it probably isn't the best to post too much of a cache post. But, well, it's my blog so I will if I wanna. K? If that's all right with you, of course. Just gotta make sure. You sure? ok then, just checking...one last chance...speak now of forever hold your peace!

SO tonight's little ditty steams from the book I just recently put down, so recently that the pages are still hot from my greedy little book worm hands. It was a great read, but then again there are so many great reads out there. For me, the ending is always the saddest part. It doesn't matter if the book's ending is so happy you wanna barf rainbows. It's just that it's over. and that's sad. why yes, i do know I'm a loser, thanks. This newest book held true to form. I could hardly put it down, which of course interfered with a little something I like to call my life. You know, the 2 kids, husband, cats, friends, house, toilets...all that require my attention. and love. and some semblance of eye contact, which is hard to do when you're trying to speed read a book! The nerve of those kids, wanting me to feed, and bath and be with them. The words were calling me!

I'm hoping this addiction isn't only mine. Are you out there? a support group for book junkies? Hi, my name is red, and I have a reading problem. I can't stop. Once I crack that spine and catch a wiff of that soul stealing new book smell, i'm done. Stop the presses, cancel the plans, my nose isn't coming up until I have devoured every word of that book. Sometimes more than once. It's an addiction, and it's a bad one. I stayed awake until 3am last night guzzling up as much as my weary eyes could comprehend. All while laying next to my three month old who without fail wants to eat at 6am. I don't function well at 6 am. I function even less well at 6 am after 3 hours sleep. I know this, I accept this, but i just couldn't put that damn book down!

Logically, I know that when i close the book, the story freezes, I won't miss anything, unlike those unwanted potty breaks at the movies (I learnt this horrid lesson trying to watch movies at 9 months pregnant while drinking those ginormous movie theater drinks. bad combo). I should feel ok putting down the book and seeing to, oh I don't know, the children maybe, without feeling this overwhelming urge to run right back and keep going. But logic doesn't work. I am an addict. Am I the only one?

And it's not one specific brand either. I will read, and be absorbed, by anything with words. Murder mystery, fiction, biographies, fantasy, romance (give me a throbbing manhood anyday, oh baby!), you name it, I will read it. Or already have. I've read Hardy Boys, Dan Brown, Patricia Cromwell, Marian Keyes, more than my fair share of royal bibliographers...I have no niche section, I am proud to roam the bookstore in every section just waiting for a book to jump into my hands and demand to be taken home

The sad part is I cannot stand library books. Which obviously makes my addiction a bit on the expensive side. Especially when friends fail to return favourite books, making me re-buy them so I can read the best parts again.




So world, here I am, baring my literary soul. My name is red, and I have a reading problem!!


BTW, I highly recommend "Glamour" if you are into chick lit. very good.

My future-son-in-law

2 day hiatus was put to good use.
My best friend gave birth to a beautiful baby boy Thursday afternoon in what has since been declared a superbly fantastic amazing amazon birth. Well, *I* declared it a superbly fantastic amazing amazon birth, and since it's my blog I get to do those kinds of things!
Not only did she give birth without any pain meds, but she was out of the hospital and on her way home 2 hours later. Yes, I did say two hours. As in 120 minutes. and...well, I have no idea how many seconds and I am way too lazy to find a calculator to figure it out. I don't do math. I do politics.
But I digress...
So not only did she give birth without pain meds, and go home two hours later, but she also decided to stop off at her husband's baseball team's game, just because she could. I mean, really, this woman is AMAZING.
I am part of the priviledged few who was invited to meet the new little man during his first few hours breathing air, so when I got the phone call that the main show was all over (I did get quite a thrill to be getting a "It's a BOY!" phone call a mere 25 minutes after the big event) I immediately packed up my own family to make the 2 hour trip out. Talk about double time, I had the husband, the boy, the girl and all their accessories in the loser cruiser in 45 minutes flat. I am just that good. But before my lack of modesty throws you off, I admit to forgetting some pretty important articles. Mainly Baby boy's welcome to the world presents. *sigh*. I can't be perfect you know. Hate to break the carefully manicured image I've presented, but alas there it is. To redeem myself somewhat, I report that I did remember to search and find the nursing bra that my best friend wanted. It's made with bamboo. It's a little slice of heaven for boobs. I should know. I have 3 :D
Seeing the sweet addition to her blonde family made my uterus ache all over, even while holding my own almost-new addition. Hearing her wax poetics about her awesome empowering birth made me lust to relive my own amazing birth again. I am getting all nostalgic again thinking of how amazing birth can be, my own daughter's included...She was born at home.
I'll give you a second to digest that and pick your jaw up off the floor ;) I'm used to that reaction. Ok, ready to keep going?
I planned, and got, my homebirth. It was so amazing words just cannot describe it. It was earth moved under my feet good. It was an intense, earth shattering experience, one that I don't think anything could top. I cannot wait for the day that I can tell her about it. It was so fast that the midwife was here only 10 minutes before she was born! I couldn't have dreamed for it to be better. I had my husband by my side, and my two best friends there. One of whom is the above mentioned new mommy! One of these days I'll share my birth story. It's a must read.

And with that I need to run,my son is in need of some mommy love.

Married not buried!

There are few things sexier to me than an accent.

An Australian* accent to be exact.
Today, I found out what makes an Australian accent even sexier - a man, with an Australian accent, babywearing a toddler, and playing with his older child.

*swoon*

Seeing a man involved in play with his kids makes me smile.
Seeing a man involved in play while babywearing a younger child makes my heart go pitter patter.
But a man, involved in play with his kids, while babywearing and talking with an Australian accent, makes me spontaneously ovulate.
Oh dear god it was all I could do not to rip my clothes off and ask him to father my next child! Don't get me wrong, I adore my husband (and am quite done having children, than.you.very.much). But that accent. that babywearing. that interacting with his children. in public. on a weekday. It was almost too much for my poor hormonally charge body to take!




Mmmm, Australian accents.



*to be specific, I rate my favourite accents as Australian, followed by English, Irish, Scottish, South African, French, Italian and Spanish. Please note that while I speak german, like german, it is not that sexy of a language, nor is english spoken by a german. A german accent has it's place though. It is great when you want to please an audience, for example!

My son

I do love the little butthead, I really do. He is hilarious, energetic, cuddly, intuitive, entertaining, flexible, and has an insanely giggling-inducing sense of fashion.


He's also a Pieces, which fits the little water lover perfectly.


He is not without special talents


And he is definitely not without temper tantrums


Books are a favourite activity, if you can get him to sit still long enough (high chairs and car seats are my secret weapon)

I know what you're thinking though. Could a little boy this cute always have been this cute? Well, I'll let you in on a little secret.


Dude had a little bit of a rough start in life when it comes to head shape...

Those were the days

This is a fun picture


I took it last night at the drive in movies. Yes, that's my son. Yes, he's driving my van. Yes, he is out of focus. Yes, I did that on purpose.

Now look again. Look behind the incredibly cute, adorable, handsome lad that i know you wish was in focus. Have a look at the red car beside us. Look closely. Look even more closely. Now blink. And look again.

Do you see it? Do you notice? Do you? keep trying, I'll wait here. I can hum the jeopardy song if you'd like, I can entertain myself.

Do you see it?

*snort* the young lovebirds beside us have put up blankets to "screen" their front seat. lol, i mean really. They got an A+ for subtlety, eh? hahaha! I sat there, watching them put this little cocoon together, and just giggled to myself. Oh to be young. Oh to be in love. Oh to think sex in public was fun.

I did briefly think of popping their cherry...errr...I mean balloon, and letting them in on the secret that they weren't fooling anyone, but I didn't.

I also could have shared with them what pregnancy can do to your ass. But I didn't.

As tempted as I was to share stories involving watermelon size heads, hemorrhoids, blue twinkies, morning sickness...I didn't.

I remember what it felt to be young. I'll let them learn the rest all by themselves.

In the meantime, I'll take pictures of them and post them on the internet. Children, you weren't fooling NOONE!