Let My Day Begin!

Dear Diary,

It is going to be an incredibly busy day to start my incredibly busy week. I love this time day. It's like the calm before the storm. I get to be awoken by Olivia's little voice in the monitor and I get greeted by the biggest grin you've ever seen when I got to get her out of her crib. After she eats we head downstairs and she crawls, yes I said crawls, and plays on the floor while I watch the Today Show. This morning's big story - Kim Kardashian's Wedding. Not quite William and Kate's Wedding, but I will check it out nonetheless.

Olivia and I will enjoy our few minutes of alone time before the little munchkin wakes up and we are forced to turn it to Curious George or even worse, Caillou. I have a love/hate relationship with Caillou. I love that it keeps Addy entertained for the 20 minutes it is on, but I hate how whiny he is to his parents. I have issues with Curious George too. Dear Man With The Yellow Hat, it is not cute when George paints all over the walls, sets the clocks back so you're late everywhere you go, or plays with the bowling ball in the house knocking everything over. "Be a good little monkey George!" Yeah well, he is NEVER a good little monkey so don't hold your breath. If I could count the number of times Addy said "Uh Oh" while watching that show... Yep, shocker, George is doing something stupid again.

I can't help but notice all the post's about school starting lately - new school supplies, kid's posing for their first day, complaints about the syllabus and those early morning classes. Ahh, I miss it. There is just something about school and the fall. I just love it. One of my favorite quotes of all time comes from my favorite movie, although I am always hesitant to admit it, You've Got Mail.

"Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms"

I know nothing about New York in the fall but I do know I would love it!

 

Alright, time to start my busy day! It is a race to see how much I can get done. Similar to every other day I suppose.

Sincerely Yours,

The Mind of Lindsey

Dear Diary

Want to know what I am thinking? Okay...

Ice Water is Delicious: I don't care what anyone says, ice water is the best drink of all time. I have always loved it, it has always been my drink of choice, and if I could only drink one beverage for the rest of my life - it would be ice water. Not just water, ICE water. And Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Oh, you didn't ask me what food I would pick? Well it would be Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.

 Me + Ice Water + Reese's Peanut Butter Cups = Paradise.

Project Runway is Fantastic: I freaking love this show. I don't know why? I am not into fashion, I couldn't even sew a button onto a jacket if I had to, and I have watched this show every season and still have no idea what couture is. That being said, I am addicted to this show. I think what I love about it the most is that it stays the exact same every season - no strange new rules, no mixing of the judges, just new designers with the same ol' fabulous Tim Gunn!

Ice Cream Truck Marathon: How do these people make any money? They drive down the street, playing their sing-songy music in hopes that the little kiddos of the neighborhood will run out to their truck and buy their products. The problem is, running is exactly what the kids are going to have to do to catch the stinkin' things. Honestly, you hear the music and peek out the window and their halfway down the block already. SLOOOWWWW DOOWWWNNNNN!

And please realize I am not the type to even want to chase the ice cream man down to grab a dilly bar, I mean heck, I don't even wear pants around my house 98% of the time so I wouldn't have a chance, but for any of the other ice cream lovers in the neighborhood they'd have to be waiting at the door, sneakers on and money in hand in hopes that they can beat their 100 meter dash time from the last visit the ice cream man made to the neighborhood. Sheesh!

Addy is a Genius: Okay, I know what you're thinking; everyone thinks their kid is the smartest kid of all time... but mine really is. I have NO idea how she knows everything she knows. She just absorbs everything she hears and she'll pull out this information from months ago like she just heard it yesterday. It seriously blows my mind.

I grabbed a book that I hadn't seen for ages, so I know she hadn't been looking at it, nor had I been reading it to her. I opened it up and that little smarty pants named every animal I flipped to! Even the peacock! Bird? Yes, that would make sense. But peacock? What 2 year old knows peacock? Then we get to kangaroo and not only did she say kangaroo but she got up from her spot on the floor and started jumping like a kangaroo! I won't even go into the songs she was singing word for word from a toy I don't even remember having OR the million hilarious things she was saying as we looked through the Halloween Costume Magazine that came in the mail. Ah, I love her!

Did you just get a little wiser reading this blog post? I think so!

Sincerely Yours,

Sad Face Times 1,000

Dear Diary,

Guess who is writing for the 2nd day in a row?????? ME! Don't worry, it'll be short.

Tomorrow is a busy day as usual, and right in the middle of my afternoon I have to do what I HATE to do - take Olivia to the DR and watch her get shots :( You'd think after doing this a bazillion times with Addy AND after already initiating Olivia into the Shots Club at her 2 month appointment, I'd be a pro at this.

It still gets me every time. And, sure, for the typical reason of my little baby being hurt and screaming a cry that I have ONLY heard during these awful shot visits, or in Addy's case, one other time during a terrible diaper rash episode.

But, in honesty, the screaming isn't what makes me the saddest. It's watching my little baby's face. There she is, just staring up at her Momma, wrapping her little fingers around mine, and she has no idea what is about to happen to her. The first shot goes in and she flinches but there is that 1-2 seconds that go by before the pain hits that really get to me. It's like she has that extra 1-2 seconds to contemplate what is actually going on and I can just tell by her eyes that she is thinking, "Mom, what is happening to me?" For a reason unknown to her she is getting hurt multiple times and the only person she has to blame is her Momma, who she hasn't stopped staring at the entire time.

 IT. KILLS. ME.

BUT, it's important and as soon as the nurse leaves the room and I wrap my little lady up in my arms and whisper in her ear while she calms down, I know she has already forgotten what has just happened to her and I have become her favorite person in the world again!

So I will spend my day tomorrow dreading that 3:15 appointment. I mean just look at her:

Would you want to watch that sweet little pumpkin face hurting?.... Me Neither :(

Sincerely Yours,