Saturday, March 20, 2010


Today I woke up without a plan. It's Saturday and Zach is home. Which means I get some "me" time. And I don't feel so much pressure to clean and all that usual household-ey stuff (until after the kid is asleep and not available to take out every toy I put away... because, you know the words, "Saturday is a special day, it's the day we get ready for Sunday" - except I usually sing this about every following day, as soon as Franky goes to bed while I'm picking up toys and loading my dishwasher). Did the words between those parenthesis make sense?

Anyways, without a plan I always feel a little bit crappy. I've come to realize if I don't have a project or a to-do list of some sort that it's hard for me to feel good about life. Even if it's just a few simple things: laundry, vacuum the house, start priming the dresser for paint, etc. I don't do well unless I feel like I've accomplished something. That's the thing about being your own boss. The only one who's there to pat you on the back is yourself.

And today, waking up without an idea of what to do I kind of felt BLECH. But I got up and thought "I'm going to make today a good day." So I took a shower and thought of a few things I could accomplish. And then I did them. And now I feel great. And a little tired because Franky has decided that 6:30 am is the new 8:00 am which means time to wake up mommy and daddy.

Anyways, I'm rambling but I guess what I wanted to say is this: I got some stuff done today and it made me feel good. And then I bought some new clothes that make me feel really cute which is kind of a big deal when you're super-duper pregnant. And I am happy now. THE END.

love, aloicious

Friday, March 19, 2010

I feel like I should be chronicaling this...

Little known Franky facts:

- Favorite songs include:
All the Single Ladies by Beyonce. Several times a day he comes to me singing "oh oh oh, oh oh oh" and then we put our hands in the air like we just don't care.
Party in the USA by Miley Cyrus. Thanks Disney.
Itsy Bitsy Spider. hand actions may vary.

- Words he says often:
"Where'd it go?" with hands held out
"Da da"
"Ma ma" FINALLY!!
"Maw" (milk)
"Cee" (cereal)
"Gay" (grapes - no, when he runs to me pointing a saying "gay? gay?? gay???" he's not actually asking if I'm gay
"Chzzz" (cheese)
"NO!" oh, that's a fun one
"DON'T!" a real crowd pleaser
"Bay" (baby)
"Car" probably his most spoken word ever
(new ones added daily)

- Favorite activities include:jumping off the couch
jumping off pretty much anything
jumping on the dog
hugging the dog
being outside
throwing things on the floor
carrying around his own little cup of snacks
playing with cars
throwing balls
throwing anything
reading books
looking at pictures of dogs on Flickr
running away from mommy at Walmart (cracks him UP)

My baby is not my baby anymore. Luckily I've got a replacement on the way so I can really enjoy his transition to little boy.

love, aloicious

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Sicky boy & new house!

Today Franky slept in until eight. It made me a little nervous. Isn't it funny how that works? Only in my wildest dreams does my kid slees in and then when it actually happens I worry about him so much I just get up at seven anyways and make breakfast. When he finally did start to stir I went and got him out of his crib and tried to feed him some french toast. He's been a little under the weather the past couple of days. Two nights ago he puked ALL OVER ME while I was holding him and managed to puke several times on the way to the bathroom. Luckily Zach and I have an agreement: I do (most of) the poop and he does the puke.

Anyways, enough about puke and poop. Well almost. He wouldn't eat very much french toast so I got him a sippy cup of milk which he proceeded to CHUG. And after about 5 minutes all that milk came shooting out of him mouth and his nose and I'm pretty sure his eyes. He was horrified, especially when my immediate reaction was to run across the room for a towel. That really freaked him out. So I slowed my pace and told him it was okay and took of him jammies and held his little body to me as I carried him to the bath.

Now he is sitting in the recliner with a new sippy cup (of water which he is NOT chugging) and he is quickly falling asleep under his blankey. Poor little dude.

But at least we are in our new house where there is room for him to run, when he's feeling up to it. I have a dishwasher and a pantry that holds ALL of our food and an amazing fridge that was created by super human genius'. I've got vaulted ceilings and big windows that let in tons of natural light. I have enough counter space to make different dishes at the VERY SAME TIME without bumping my head on cupboards. I OWN A GARAGE DOOR OPENER. It's pretty ridiculous how drastically our lifestyle changed in the last week or so. I don't think I realized just how much I was getting. I am feeling very blessed at the moment. Even if my baby is a sicky.

love, aloicious