Slacker!

Man, I suck at blogging. How many months has it been? It saddens me that you have all missed out on some funny commentary and lots of big events...

Jason and I had a baby boy! We welcomed Ciaran James on September 22, 2010. He was such a little peanut, weighing in at only 6lbs 2oz. The past 2 months have been amazing! He's such a little love.




The end of November is always a busy time for us. Jason and I just celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary. We still have the photocard we used as our thank you cards hanging on our fridge. We also celebrate Ryan's birthday. I can"t belive she's turning 3 tomorrow! Two brought a ton of sass and attitude, so I'm hoping that 3 will bring a more reasonable child into our home.



We also have to get started on Christmas cards. It's always interesting trying to get the card done. Hopefully the process will be a bit smoother than last year. Our first photo shoot last year ended with Ryan having a tantrum and Molly puking on the couch from so many treats... But they always turn out really nice, so the aggravation is worth it! This year I'm leaning towards Vintage Snowflakes. This way I won't have to try to get three kids and a dog looking great in one picture!

I'm also heading back to work in a few weeks. Waahhhh! But i think work will be a nice break from working triple shifts here at home. I've finally come to the realization that being a stay at home mom is SO not for me. I'll take a part-time job please. I think the key to my success will be staying organized, especially with all of the appointments these kids have. I was thinking that a calender for the fridge may be the way to go.

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Will All of the Alpha Moms Please Stand Up

::::sits patiently on the couch::::

Aaahhh, the Alpha Mom. She sails through her day with the greatest of ease. The children look immaculate, she looks immaculate; the house is clean, the car is clean; a delightful dinner is cooked and lunches are packed for the next day; hubby is happy and the dog is walked, fed, and perfectly groomed. And, of course, the children have been to all 87 of their extracurricular activities.

Here's a brief snapshot of my day: Wake up 15 minutes late and stagger into the shower. Slap some clothes and makeup on and dry my hair. Dig $2 in quarters out of the change jar so Brit can buy lunch. She, by the way, is trying to escape to the bus wearing some ridiculous outfit because I forgot to throw laundry in. As I run out the door, I throw a a bag of baby carrots, a loaf of bread, a cheese stick, and crackers into a bag, as this will serve as my breakfast and lunch. Jason is responsible for making sure Ryan gets ready and to where she needs to go in the morning because I cannot possibly handle one more responsibility. Jump in the VW that is covered in dog fur, Kid's Meal toys, pencils, pen, crayons, papers, goody bag toys and empty Dunkin Donut latte cups. Arrive at work 8 minutes late, barely manage to make it through my work day, then head back home. I meal plan, but it usually ends up that we order take out, because who has the time or energy to cook? Ryan throws every block, crayon, and piece of chalk all over the floor, and Molly tries to eat it. Brit complains about homework, school, chores, life, and whatever else she can come up with or try to get out of. I try to pick up the chalk, blocks, and crayons before the dog eats anymore of them while trying to pacify the tween. I throw in some laundry and do the dishes, all while Ryan throws blocks, crayons and chalk all over the place. Wash, rinse, repeat.


Well, Alpha Mom I am not. Beta Mom would be a more appropriate term to describe me. Organization is thrown by the wayside with all hell breaking loose (on some days.) Most important, my girls are happy, well-rounded kids. Does it really matter that all of the laundry is perfectly folded and put away, that there's not a dish in the sink, or a dust bunny behind the couch? Absolutely not. At the end of the day, all that matters is that you and your family are happy. No one will ever remember the disorganization. Unless, of course, you end up as a prime candidate to be on A&E's Hoarders, but that's another entry for annother day.

What Greek mom are you?

6 weeks down, how many more to go???

If you look up and to the right, you'll notice a little tadpole-like creature floating around. That would be our baby. That's right folks, the B's are expecting baby number 3... 6 weeks today kids... He or she should be done baking by the end of September, so keep your eyes and ears open.

I feel like this is a really bittersweet time. Jason and I always knew there would be one more after Ry, but it wasn't until I got a BFP that I realized this is the last time I'm going to be pregnant. Ever.

The past week has been quite an interesting one. I've come to the realization (again) that my darling husband has absolutely no clue what it's like to be pregnant, what a raging witch I was the last time, or when to keep his mouth shut. So, for all of you hubbies reading, here are some things to not say:

1. Oh hey everyone who works in this office. My wife is pregnant! How far along? Oh, 5 weeks...

2. Honey, I can understand if you were tired from working out, but you didn't do anything today (said after working an 8 hour day, coming home, making dinner and cleaning up.)

3. Honey, you really should work out. I mean, you haven't really lost all of the weight from the last baby... (Someone puh-lease start a fund for my bail.)

Please note that Jason and I have been doing P90X since early January, and he doesn't understand why I shouldn't be participating in an "extreme fitness program." It's going to be a loooong 9 months...

Me? A Blogger?

Well, why the heck not? I'm a huge fan of blogs. I think I might read a few too many, but it's a nice way to keep up with people. Plus, I'm often amused by things that go on in other people's lives. I always have something amusing going on. How can I not with a 2 year old, and 11 year old, and a silly husband?? And every now and then I come out with something witty...