Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Busy as a bee...

For some reason, which I am still trying to figure out, we have the busiest child. I think I was a pretty easy-going baby and according to Garrett's mom he was as placid as can be so where is she getting this gene from and how do I get rid of it??

Today I went to my first appointment at the Maternity Clinic with the Doctors that will deliever my baby. What a blast that was. I decided that I was going to take Zara with me because I got thinking that maybe I rely on my family too much for babysitting and things like that. There are lots of moms out there that don't have anyone to call on so they have to pack up their kids and take them wherever they go. So this was my thinking. No problem. was a disaster. She got all the kids in the waiting room wound up, was running laps all around them which got them running along with her. There were kids falling and crashing into each other and many parents trying to stop the madness. Then we got inside where they check weight, blood pressure etc. and Zara, still in her running mood, has taken off while I have my arm in the blood pressure cuff thing. Good thing for a helpful nurse who tracked her down and put her behind closed doors. And that's not all. Once we got into the actual room to see the Dr. she was into all the cupboards pulling everything out making a mess faster then I could clean it up. She then ran around in the tiny roo as much as she could after the cupboards had been securly closed and of course, tripped over her feet and banged her head into the door. I had a hard time feeling sorry for her but it slowed her down a little and we were able to meet the Dr. without any more problems.

So to all the moms out there that take their children with them wherever they go...I salute you...

And anyone with any good ideas on how to get a quiet, timid and peaceful child let me know...I'm willing to try anything!!

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Perfect Husband

I was told the other day that I've got the perfect husband, I chuckled at that because I always seem to have something to complain about. I've thought of a few reasons why I could have a perfect husband...

-he works hard to support us
-he likes my big ol' pregnant belly
-he almost always does the dishes
-he's not afraid to change dirty, messy diapers
-he deals with my many mood swings really well
-he has the energy to play and deal with Zara when I don't
-he lets me have evenings to myself
-he always puts Zara to bed
-he works around the house getting it fixed up
-he loves me just the way I am

So I guess I do have a pretty good husband. Now if I could only have this list posted everywhere or in my pockets at all times so when I'm frustrated with him I could look at it and see its not so bad.