Friday, June 28, 2013

5 ways that Jeff and I are different

Well, besides the obvious, which if you don't know what I am talking about please go ask your mother.

1. He reads google news and knows what is happening in the world. I get all my news from the Kevin and Bean podcast (Radio DJ's from LA on KROQ). Listen, I may not know what is happening with the economy, but I certainly know that Amanda Bynes is a train wreck and I keep up with her daily shenanigans. I figure if there is something important enough, Jeff will tell me. That is unless Bean mentions it first.

2. He likes scary movies. I HATE THEM. I don't even like Scream, which is like the stupidest scary movie ever. That mask terrifies me to my core. 

3. Jeff never gets worked up over anything. ANYTHING. He is Mr. Calm Under Pressure. I freak out over most things. I am kind of a drama queen. Shocker, I know. If there is some kind of disaster, I hope that he is close by, because I am usually the one running around freaking out and acting hysterical, while he is quietly getting things together and planning what to do next.

4. Jeff cannot nap during the day. I however, can pretty much fall asleep on cue at any point during the day or night. I am not sure if this is just because I am a mother and I have been in a perpetual state of tired since 2009, or because I love to sleep. I am leaning toward love to sleep. Most of you know that I love food. But if I have a choice between food and sleep, I choose sleep. Every time.

5. Jeff is very well organized. I am, well, not so much with the organization. I try, but I usually just end up shoving something in a drawer, closet, folder, purse, or bin nearby. But I know where everything is. I can tell you that the post it note with the grocery list from last week is under the book, and growth chart and paperwork from Jackson's doctor's appointment from last week in the bin in the kitchen. It is a gift. Or a curse. Depending on who you talk to.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Been a while!

Well, hello! Did you miss me? I have been a little busy lately. I had a baby. A little brother for Dylan to torture. Ahem I mean play with.

Every time I sit down at the computer to write, something or, more specifically, someone needs my attention. There are toys to pick up, boogers to wipe, dishes to wash, dinner to make, clothes to wash, fold, and re wash, toddlers to play trains with, cars with, make believe with, sing with, dance with, build forts with, a baby that needs his butt wiped, tummy fed, snuggle time and more often than not, needs to be calmed down after getting trampled on by his older brother. But, let's be honest. I love every minute.

I am sitting on my bed, watching Jackson sleep next to me. He just let out a very large snore that scared me and made me jump. Then he smiled. Little stinker is laughing at the fact that I almost soiled myself. I guess he is glad to have company in the "I can't control my bladder" arena.

I am totally loving life right now. Dylan is a great big brother. He loves to show Jackson how to play and grab at toys. He wants Jackson to play with him so badly. Little does he know that in a few short months, he will be crying because Jackson is stealing his toys. Oh well, ignorance is bliss, I suppose. Jackson is such a happy little man. He is my little angel. Dylan is a joy, too. He is talking and learning something new every day. 

Just wanted to update you and let you know that I am trying to write more often. Thanks for all the support that you guys have given this page.

I will try to keep the funny going. I am sure that there will be no shortage of funny with 2 boys in the house. :)