No Time

No time for blogging today. I’ve spent the day covered in baby snot (yes, Daphne is officially sick and did I ever mention how much she loves those bulb aspirators, yeah, not really) and trying to sneak in a nap since she was up at 3:00am. Back to our regularly scheduled programming tomorrow.

Moving Target

Tonight I attempted to get a few quick shots of Daphne, since she was already dressed up to go to the visitation. I wanted a picture of her by the bougainvillea but quickly realized if I didn’t have a baby wrangler there was no way I was going to get her to stand still and look at me so I could take a picture. See what I mean?

I’d rather pay attention to the dogs than you, Mommy.

Oh, what’s this?

The whole time I was repeating her name. “Daphne, Daphne, look at Mommy, hey, come over here, Daphne look this way, Daphne, Daphne, Daphne, don’t touch the water, Daphne, Daphne.” It was like Bill Cosby’s Jeffrey bit. And for those of you that have never seen Bill Cosby: Himself, here’s the clip:

I thought I’d throw that in here because I realize not everyone gets my 80’s references. In fact, while we were staying with my sister and her husband a few weeks ago we watched part of Two and a Half Men (which I had never seen before) and I made the comment about Duckie not aging too well. My sister got it, my brother-in-law didn’t. “Duckie?” He had never seen Pretty in Pink. Then my sister had to remind me, “well, he is 11 years younger than you.” I am so old.

Mommy Zombie

Can we go back to Sunday so I can start this week over? Please. After feeling strange Monday & Tuesday I wasn’t thinking last night and took a prenatal vitamin right before bed. Vitamins hype me up so I can’t sleep. My OBGYN never believed me, but it’s true. At 3:30 this morning I finally headed off to bed while thinking to myself, “I’ll be lucky to get 10 min of sleep before Daphne wakes up.” (Daphne still has one night feeding anywhere from 4-5am.) And I was right. Of course she wanted to pretend she was a newborn and eat for 45 minutes. So I was pretty much Mommy Zombie today. Well, without the whole flesh-eating thing.

This evening we went to a funeral home by my dad’s house for his mother-in-law’s visitation. She passed away on Saturday. My dad has been really sick and Chris had already warned him not to touch Daphne. Of course he touched her anyway. At one point he touched her hand and she immediately rubbed her eye then put that hand in her mouth. AAHHH!! I swear if she gets sick I’m going to kill him. I’m pretty grumpy when I haven’t had enough sleep.

The Mother of All Tote Bags

I realized today I forgot to blog about the ginormous tote bag I received last week. A friend who lives in San Diego picked up the bag at Comic-Con a few weeks ago, and knowing I’m a big Veronica Mars fan he offered to send it to me.

You might not be able to tell from the photos, but this bag is HUGE. I mean, any bigger and it would drag the ground. As it is when I put the strap over my shoulder the bottom of the bag is almost to my ankle.

My mind is boggled thinking of all the stuff I can put in a bag this big. See, I’m a tote bag junkie. Really. I have to force myself not to buy anymore cute tote bags from Target or Etsy. When I worked full time I would always have a tote bag with my purse, lunch, tolietries (toothbrush, hairspray), drugs (Motrin, vitamins, sinus stuff), extra clothes for the gym, magazines, and more. People would mock. I didn’t care. I prefer to be prepared for anything, plus things always came up missing at my last job and I didn’t want to leave anything in my office (at a mortgage company! really, you’d think people would be more professional). Towards the end of my pregnancy I added a few more things to the bag and it got to the point where I really needed my own personal sherpa or porter to carry it for me.

Anyway, I think this WB bag would be great to take to the beach.  Chris wants to head down to Galveston soon, so we might just get a chance to try it out.  Thanks again for sending it, Chong!!

Currently I Am…

• Bummed I didn’t get to see the Olympic opening ceremonies. Looked like an amazing show. I need to see if it’s online.
• Still regretting the meal we had at the Empanada House last night. No more fried stuff. Ever.
• Totally unmotivated to do anything after church and lunch at Los Cucos. The heat doesn’t help. Hibernating in the cool living room with the shades drawn sounds good to me. We might venture out to the pool later.
• Contemplating how to decorate Daphne’s high chair for her birthday. I think I need a little high chair table skirt or banner to put around the tray edge.
• Planning to get some pictures of Daphne today. I realize it’s been a while since I had any pics here on the blog. Sorry (to Daphne’s grandparents).
• About to order a few more things for Daphne’s birthday, including a few Elizabeth Mitchell cds and a Gymboree toddler activity book. What did I ever do without Amazon Prime? I wear it out.
• Very happy my mom and I decided not to bake another birthday cake this weekend to try out a new recipe and practice our tier construction for Daphne’s cake. I’m pretty much sick of cake. Mom asked me what kind of cake I wanted for MY birthday. Um, how about birthday baklava? Candle placement would be tricky though.
• Trying to remember to call one of my girlfriends from Birmingham and make sure she has my new phone number.  I totally suck at keeping in touch with people once I move away.  I am trying to work on that.
• Forcing myself off the internet (as soon as I finish my Amazon order).  Need to fold laundry, practice the melted chocolate butterflies and flowers for Daph’s cake and go to Wal-Mart.

Random Thoughts

I’ve really been loving the look/art direction of Heather Bailey’s and Danielle Thompson’s websites. Such amazing color and details and great photography. And now that my hair is almost shoulder length I think I’m going to get a few of Heather Bailey’s Trash Ties. And maybe some short ones for Daphne. How fun!

Why is it that boiled eggs and walking daisies can talk on Oswald, but Weenie the dog can’t talk? Same with Jack’s Big Music Show. Everyone can talk (squirrels, cats, etc.) but Mel the dog. Bugs me for some reason.

We had our first, “Oh crap do we need to take Daphne to the emergency room?” moment last night. Scared me to death. I was unpacking our suitcase in Daphne’s room and turned around to see her licking the orange coating off of a Motrin tablet. She didn’t have the bottle and I didn’t see any other tablets around. My guess is the tablet fell out of the suitcase, as we don’t have any drugs or bottles within her reach. I was pretty sure it was the only tablet and she hadn’t swallowed any others, but there’s always that “what if?” We got an expert’s opinion (pediatrician friend of the family) and kept an eye on her. She was just fine. I was NOT fine. I dread those “my child is hurt or lost” moments.

Chris and I are going on a date tomorrow night for the first time since June or July of 2007. It’s about time!

I’m getting a makeover next weekend and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Now that my hair is grown out (from that horrible Jodie Foster in The Brave One cut) I’m going in to get it trimmed and shaped, then over to the MAC counter for a makeover. You know, I’ve never had a makeup application done at MAC, even though I own a ton of their cosmetics. Hopefully I won’t leave looking like a drag queen. You never know with the makeup artists they hire.

In less than two weeks I won’t be able to check the 18-34 age box anymore. Yep, I’ll be 35. How is that possible?

You Call This A Storm??

So I managed to sleep through most of Tropical Storm Edouard. The storm passed east of us and didn’t go directly through Houston, as it was predicted. East Houston got it worse than we did in the western suburbs. Daphne & I spent the day at home, while Chris went off to work. Here’s one of his camera phone shots:

No problem. So with Dolly & Edouard does that mean Texas has hit its quota of storms this year? I hope so.

Meet Buffo

Buffo is a stuffed, trash-sucking buffalo outside the concessions area at Woolaroc. I think it’s genius. As a kid I can remember looking for trash to “feed” Buffo. I mean, how often does that happen? Kids looking for trash to throw away. I don’t know exactly how long Buffo has been sucking trash, but probably at least 30 years. He’s not looking too good.

And here’s my niece feeding Buffo. My 2 year old niece wasn’t having anything to do with it.

Woolaroc

Here’s a few of my pics from Woolaroc. The rest are on my Flickr account. Woolaroc was the ranch retreat for oilman Frank Phillips and is a museum and game preserve in the Osage Hills outside of Bartlesville, OK.

Beaded dress:

Pioneer Woman (1927 contest winner):

If there’s a waiting room in hell, these would be the waiting room sofas:

Chuck Wagon:

Statue in the museum entrance:

This is why I’m an “indoor dog”

It’s good to be home!!! We just got back from the airport after a fun-filled and extremely hot weekend in Missouri and Oklahoma. I should be used to the heat and humidity, after all you really can’t escape it when you live this far south. But normally when the temperature is around 100+ I go from air conditioned house to car to building. I don’t usually plan late summer outdoor activities unless they involve chlorine. With our Bartlesville plans (Woolaroc and the Kiddie Park) and my niece’s birthday party at a local park we spent most of the weekend sweating.

Please excuse me while I go burn all my sweaty, dirty, Cheerio and baby food stained clothing from the weekend. Daphne managed to trash every outfit I wore, starting with the outfit I wore on the plane Friday. I had this shirt on from Kohls (in solid chocolate brown, although I do have this pink one too to wear to Daph’s b-day party) and some tan bermuda shorts. Daphne spilled water on me, dropped Cheerios and Gerber puffs, spit up freeze dried fruit snacks. By the end of the flight I looked like I had run through a sprinkler, fully dressed, then jumped into a sleeping bag full of crumbs and threw myself off a cliff. I walked off the plane in Tulsa saying, “Please God, help me not to see anyone I know. Please. Please. Please.” Because isn’t that always what happens? I only run into people I haven’t seen in years when I look like complete hell.

I’m off. The next post will be pictures from our trip (Hopefully tomorrow, unless I’m scrambling for hurricane/tropical storm supplies since we are low on groceries and Edouard might be headed our direction. Have I ever mentioned that Chris & I are hurricane magnets? Well, that’s another post for another day.)