Working Title: Naughty Jumper

So recently some of my friends have been going through very trying times. And I feel for them so much. I think about how easily it could be my family going through the same things. And then I look for all the differences in their situations to reassure myself that it won't be happening to us. (Am I the only one that does that?) It always gets me thinking though...I should be more patient and loving with my family. Right? Right? Well apparently I'm an awful person because that lasts about 2 hours and I'm back to feeling aggravated and annoyed. Who are these people that actually learn lessons from other people's situations? My intentions are good. I know I would be devastated if something happened to my husband or my children, but someone needs to give them the memo too. "Can you stop being so annoying, so Mommy can appreciate you more?" Something like that. In fact, D's favorite thing to tell me lately is that I'm being naughty. Yes, that's right, I'm naughty. I tell him naughty things. Such as..."It's time to go to bed."..."Wipe your peepee off the toilet seat, please."..."No, you can't have candy for breakfast." (Just so you know, I use "..." when I have no idea what the punctuation should be. This, by no means, means I will actually use punctuation correctly when I do use it. Thank you, college.) Apparently I'm awful. But somehow I'm still his favorite. Much to my husband's disappointment. All because he's 3...that's my mantra lately...he's 3. I'm a logical person, I know he isn't, because he's 3, but gosh dangit if he can't make me envision jumping off a rooftop somewhere. 

I try to live in the moment, make memories, laugh at all the things that make me want to pull my hair out but it's just not as easy as they make it seem on TV  And I've watched enough of it to know.


Sidenote: Just watched them spray paint a Christmas tree on a dog on the news. WTF? 


See? I watch a lot of TV. Those kids on TV (not the ones spray painting the dog, those were adults) must have been given the memo...or a script! Aha! That's the problem. I need to give my kids a script. Problem solved. Carry on.

Things I love about D

Everything. Almost everything.

Pirate Party? I so got this.

Two posts? Whaaat?! I'm officially doing better than last time. I'm so awesome. I did have to bribe myself with lunch, like I don't get any until I write this. But that's normal, right? I should have bribed myself with something better, ah well, lesson learned. On to the post!


So we had a little party on Saturday...just about 35 people, including about 15 kids. Excessive for a 3-year-old you say? I say...yeah, you're probably right. It was a lot of pirate madness. You know how you plan for weeks, or months in some cases, and you feel like you know exactly how it's gonna go down? You have everything planned out so there's no downtime, no room for chaos. And then the party starts and suddenly it's like you threw it together that day. No one knows what's going on, the kids have their own ideas of what's going to happen at this party...and sadly, it's not what YOU had planned. "Excuse me, you don't like these awesome cardboard pirate hats I ordered?? How do you expect to be a pirate without a hat?!" And maybe you learn that the party you planned for a 3-year-old was better suited for 5-6 year olds. That was me in a nutshell. More lessons learned. But it really was fun and I've been told it was not quite as chaotic as it seemed to me. Really? Kinda unbelievable, but if you say so. Let me just add that there were unintentional soakings, near-fatal baseball bat swinging and some punch that I tasted after the party that was PURE sugar. No signs of chaos there. 


I still prefer the home party to the have-it-somewhere party. More work for me, but hopefully more memories for him. 


I leave you with a picture of the birthday boy. Not because no post is complete without a picture, but because I think he's adorable and I want you to look at him.

Oh and one more lesson learned. Don't rent a lens to take awesome pictures of the party when you're the one that has to run the party. Unless you have more than one head and two arms.

I'm Bringing Blogging Back...Yeah!

Wow, two years since my last post. And there were only two posts? Why did I even start a blog? Peer pressure, I'm sure. Darn you, peers! So now I'm at that place where so much has happened that I don't even know where to start. Uhhhh. Hmmmmm. You know what I'm talking about. That moment when you realize that you have so much to do that you don't know where to start, so you just stare at everything? Then you decide that you can just start it later. I know you know. Don't deny it. In fact, I actually decided to start this blog up again while NOT doing all the things that need to be done before *D's party this weekend. For those that don't know (I know that's no one at this point, but I have to plan ahead for the throngs of people who will be reading my blog within months...what?), D is my soon-to-be 3 year old. Do you know how hard it is to plan a pirate party?? Well it's hard. Did you know there are about a million things you could do for a pirate party? Well there are. So I know you're saying, "Q, what's the problem? Sounds like you have lots of options." Well I'm a Libra! That's the problem! I can't make decisions to save my life! Too many options is a bad thing. Very bad. Yep, getting overwhelmed just thinking about it. Let's talk about something else.

So if you read my very first post then this next bit is kinda funny. I actually had another child! Whaaat?! It's true. He will be known as K from here on out. (I wonder how long it will be before I just say (type) their names? Anyone care to wager?) So K was born in June and he's pretty cool. You know how they say the second one is easier? I'm going to concur. Still didn't sail through that newborn stage but the infant stage is going swimmingly. More of a dog paddle than a butterfly stroke, but at least we're not drowning. I still worry about things (like I mentioned here) but definitely not as much. Or maybe just different stuff, I don't know. All I know is I got my first kid to the age of 3, so I'm feelin good about being able to do the same for kid #2.

I think I'm going to leave it at that for today. That felt good. I feel like that was the equivalent of doing a couple loads of laundry. Remember? So much to do that you just stare? I'm bringing it full circle, baby.

*Names have been shortened to first initials only...cause....well that's what everyone does.

UPDATE: I notice that there is only 1 previous post. That's even worse than I thought.