What's Better Than a Grandma?

My mother-in-law is going to kill me for posting that, she hates having her picture taken, but I just had to share. There's nothing in the world like Grandmothers. I should know. My Grandma Flossie is one of the world's greatest and I'm so lucky to have her in my life.



What would we do without them?

The Sad Post.

Summer is over! Or, almost over I should say. We had such a fun summer, the funnest I've had in ages. We were so outgoing, Brendan and I. We hit the beaches, Lake Mohegan, lots of playgroup outings, made new friends, took many, many walks to the park, and just hung out in the backyard eating ice pops and soaking in the frog pool. In my opinion, summer is best when you have a little one. It's so easy to throw a onesie on him and just let him go. I hate, hate the thought of bundling him up in a snowsuit just to go outside for 10 minutes. Should we take advantage of the husband's work situation and fly south to Houston for the winter? Do you dare us? We just might.

I'm also sad because an uncle of mine has fallen ill. Very ill. He's been battling cancer this past year and it's just not looking good at the moment. It seems every time they finish up the chemo and tell him he's done, they find more spots. This time, on his liver. I love my Uncle Frank. He's always been my most favorite. He and my Aunt Julie have been such stable rocks in my life, they are those people that I count on to always be there. I would be absolutely devastated if something were to happen to him, as many others would be. Please say a prayer for him, he's a very good man with a heart bigger than most. This world simply wouldn't be the same without him in it.

Also, on another sad note...Brendan has a cold! I know, not too traumatic, but he was up all night coughing and looks so pathetic today. I hate when he's sick and there's only so much I can do. Humidifier? Check. Vicks Vaporub? Check. Saline drops? Check. Tylenol? Check check. Warm baths? Check. Lots of love and attention? Check check check. But nothing is doing the trick today. He's sleeping now, and it's dinner time. I refuse to wake him, it's the most he's slept without coughing in 2 nights. If he's up all night, so be it. The joy of having kids, right?

At least the weather is gorgeous. When he does wake up, we just might have dinner on the patio and take advantage of the rest of summer. Why not I suppose. Hope you all had a safe Labor Day Weekend.

Then and Now

Last Summer...



This Summer...

This is how we do it.

I mean seriously, who needs utensils when you have 10 perfect little fingers to get the food in? Huh?

Parenting 101

No Mom! I'm not eating a chocolate frosted donut for breakfast! I swear!



Now leave me alone...I'm watching Regis and Kelly.

Move over Nick Nolte

How's this for a mugshot? It's hard to tell in this photo, but sometimes, our precious son resembles Mr. Nolte with the crazy hair he unfortunately got from me. And in the humidity? Oh boy. It can get downright Donna Summers in this joint. What do you think, bloggers? Could my wee little man pass as Nick?

Adventures in Mommysitting

It's hot, and I'm crabby. I just want one nice day to open all the windows and get some fresh air in the damn house, but no. It's been disgusting and disgusting some more for about 2 weeks now. I know it's not "Houston Hot" (husbands 2nd home) but damn it, it's hot and humid and disgusting!

I tried to beat the grossness by taking B-Lo out on Monday anyway. I woke up in a great mood and thought,"I don't care if it's downright stifling today. My boy and I are going someplace fun." The beach? Too humid. The Playground? Too crowded. The library? Too boring. The zoo? Perfect! And we were on our merry way.

Ten minutes from home and flying up the parkway, I'm searching my bag for the directions which I soon realize are conveniently laying on the kitchen counter, at home. Never fear! There are signs galore for idiots like me, surely we'll find our way, right? *buzzer sound* Wrong! There is one sign that screams which exit to take and after that, well, you're on your own my friend.

30 minutes and many obscenities later, I'm knee deep in the heart of B***geport, which for those of you who aren't familiar with this specific area, let me just politely say this. It's not the kind of place that you want to stop and ask for directions with your 13 month old child in the backseat, looking ever so cute and totally snatchable. Every street I turn down seems worse than the one before, which I didn't think was honestly possible. I may be exaggerating here, but I'm convinced that that we were swimming through a sea of ex-cons and serial murderers for roughly 20 minutes, and I was honestly wishing that I was an awful mother who preferred not to take her son to the zoo that day, and instead opted to sit him in front of the TV for several hours while I clean. But no, here I was, trying to find the zoo. The reality that we might vanish into thin air set in somewhere between the slums and the even worse slums right about the time that *ta-dah* I see a glimmering sign with a descriptive arrow that read "F**rfield." Thank the almighty Lord for giving an idiot who forgot the directions such a break. "It's okay Brendan, we're going to be just fine, Mommy found our way...." as he's checking out the lovely homeless guy approaching the car with a cute cup for change. Nice!

We peeled out and headed for home. F**rfield never looked so damn good to me. We stopped at the very crowded playground, hit the diner for lunch, and then took a long afternoon nap together. Just another summer day with clueless Mommy in charge.

I have to say that our travels weren't such a waste though. I did discover a few hoppin' bars that actually open at 9 a.m., incase I'm ever in need of a drink that early.

Tomorrow is lookin' good. We're headed downtown for an outdoor concert where Brendan can get his groove on. He can really shake a diaper.