It's been so long since I've actually sat and written, so I thought I'd do so now while I have a few extra minutes. It's pouring outside, peaches is napping, got my cup of coffee- Ready, Set, Blog.
I miss Idaho, although from the sounds of it, my home state may no longer exist due the amount of snow it's buried under. I am almost scared to call my Mom. She sounds so depressed. Wild weather like that can really take a toll on one's mentality. Whenever I do call, she says she's just sitting in her pj's while Tom shovels. I swear, Tom has been out there shoveling since November 1. Those poor people. They've even cancelled school for most of the week which floored me. I remember growing up, looking outside in the morning at mountains of snow piled up, and literally climbing them to get to school. No snow days for us, folks. But I guess with the amount of Californians (taking over) moving up that way, they just can't handle it. A snow day here in the northeast consists of one flake that has yet to fall. Completely true. I guess my kids will certainly enjoy that.
Well still no sign of my peaches on the Regis and Kelly website baby gallery. I sent them an email- oh yes I did! I was completely professional, went something like this:
Dear Regis and Kelly,
I am saddened to inform you that you have yet to display my child's gorgeous face on both your show, and in your web gallery. You truly have no idea what you're missing. Every morning for the past 3 weeks, I have checked to see if my little guy with his most gorgeous face is there, and still, it is not. What I DO see, however, are photos upon photos of children who are obviously at professional photo shoots, which is against the "rules upon entering." Am I correct or did I read the rules backward? I have also noticed the amount of duplicate photos of the SAME children. If I had known that I could send in an entire slew of pictures of my child to better his chances of getting in- then I would have done so. Please don't regard me as just another "wacky" new Mom who thinks her child is just the most precious thing she ever saw and absolutely thinks her beautiful baby boy with his two-of-a-kind cheeks should be displayed proudly in your web gallery, because I am not. If you've taken the time to view his picture, I think you'd agree that I am indeed, not wacky after all. I would like to comment on the some of those professional photos of the children--could you kindly disclose the name of their photographer? Some of them are just breathtaking.
Thank you for your time.
Wacky, New, Doting, Proud, Mommy
So...was that too much?
We are off to Florida next Saturday! Hoo-ray. We need a vacation like nobody's business. Well, I should say, my husband needs the vacation. He works very hard, he really does. I don't think I could do what he does on a daily basis, with travel often thrown on top of it. Up until recently, I viewed my position as a SAHM mom kind of....unglamorous and often very difficult. Hey- I'm being honest. It is 10:30 a.m. I am still in my pajamas and my teeth are not brushed. But then something made me realize that I am so fortunate to be able to stay home with my little peaches rather than send him to daycare everyday. I would just die if I had to leave him behind to go to work. Nothing against people that have to do it. I grew up in a household where both parents had to work in order to make ends meet. There were no such things as "stay-at-home-Moms" where I was born and raised. Well, unless you were on welfare, but that's a whole different blog for another time. Anyhoo, I've been in both situations. I've been the nanny and I've worked in daycare, and I've seen how hard it is for the parent(s) to leave their little ones behind all day long. I watch my neighbor load up her two kids at 7 a.m. every morning to head off to daycare and I imagine it's hard for her. If I had to do it, I suppose I would. But I am fortunate enough that I do not have to. He's upstairs napping in his cozy little crib, all snug as a bug in a rug, right where I like him. Home with me, unbrushed teeth and all. Thanks to the hubby who makes it all possible. Anyway, it's off to Florida next weekend for some Disneyworld, fun in the sun, and lots of quality time with Grandma and Grandpa. They are dying to see us- well, dying to see peaches that is. We're used to people only wanting us for our child now. It happens.
Speaking of peaches, my time is up. Naptime: over. I leave you with my unprofessional photos of the most beautiful baby, ever. Who needs their web gallery when I've got my very own?
PS- GO PATRIOTS!