Kisses
Topic: Weirdness
My dear sweet and kind husband brought me a cup full of Hershey Kisses to lunch today. He knew I was deprived of chocolate this weekend and thought it would make me feel better. I've always loved kisses, but today, they are doing nothing but MAKING ME ANGRY!!!

It seems that I pop the kiss out of that annoying little foil wrapper, throw it in my mouth and by the time I'm done rolling the foil into a ball to throw away, that danged kiss is gone!! Am I doing more work than what I'm getting out of it?!?

It reminds me of those dumb little M&M minis too. Boy, if those aren't a waste of energy!! YIKES!!! I guess I want a bite of chocolate that will stay for a bit. And no, I don't just chew it and swallow. I do this let it melt in my mouth for a bit and then chew it and then let it melt a bit more and then chew the rest. Don't ask ok?!?

So anyway, just felt the need to vent about the kisses. Maybe I should just get off my fat butt and throw these freaking foil balls away and find something else to complain about ;)

There is hope!
First off, yes, I'm still around. I've been busy dealing with Cale, Pruitt, contractions, family, Chris, cleaning, laundry and finally my shower tomorrow!!!!! I apologize for being MIA. I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all.

Back to my topic. I found out when I was pregnant with Cale, that chivalry is dead. Along with manners, values and old-fashioned beliefs. I rememeber waiting to be seated at Ted's (one of their infamous hour waits) and being almost knocked over by a man trying to get a seat while he waited. Nevermind the fact that I was about 3 years pregnant and heading to that seat myself. Did he move when he saw me?? Nope, he literally turned his body away from me. This is not the typical behavior of Oklahomans. At least, not the Oklahomans that I know!! I've heard these stories from other states, but alas, here I am in OK with these RUDE men!! Shoot, even the women are rude. What kind of woman allows a door to close on a pregnant woman pushing a stroller???????? You don't know how bad I want to say something to these people!!

But today, a man made me stop and think, "Wow!! That's awfully nice!!" I went to the post office to drop off a box. Here I am, box propped on my belly, and heading towards the heavy glass doors. This man, darts across the crazy post office traffic and RUNS (like as in faster than jogging) and opens the door for me. Not just the first door. Nope, he even dashed in front of me to open the second one. HOW FREAKING AWESOME IS THAT?!?!? I did make sure and tell him how much I appreciated that. I also did not allow myself to drop the box and hug his neck, although I felt he deserved it!

I know that we are raising Cale to use his "good manners" by opening doors for people and saying Thanks. Now, he's still at the age where he says, "Momma!! I'm using my manners!" But even that's funny! LOL

So to everyone out there. . .be nice to pregnant people!!! LOL And I truly hope that it's not true what the "old folk" are saying about the younger generations. I don't want to be known as the RUDE generation. I want to be known as the generation that revived good old-fashioned values. :) THE END.

Get OUT!!
Topic: Momma's Lover Dover
I honestly thought this post wouldn't come for months. Had you asked me this time last year, I would have never thought, but Momma's Lover Dover Cale is. . . .POTTY TRAINED!!!!

Everyone said it was so hard and of course these ever so helpful people want to give you horror stories of 8 year old boys that still had problems. But, as with most things for this kid, I just let him lead the way. And boy did he lead!! He started sitting on the potty way back in July of last year, which was strange in itself because he could barely speak. We never pressed him and just followed his lead. Then, the night of his third birthday, he started doing well. We found that if he was put in underwear, he'd not have an accident, but if you put him in a pull-up or diaper, he'd pee in it.

But, of course, pooping was a whole different ballgame! We'd go to my mom's house and I'd say, "You've gotta watch him!" What would he do? He'd go hide and poop in his underwear. Not anymore my friends. This child walked up to me this weekend and said, "Momma, I need to poop in the potty NOW! I BETTER HURRRRRRYYY" as he ran down the hall. And BAM!! We've got it down. So for his special gift, I went and did the thing I said I would never do, (Don't ya hate that?!?!) and I bought the boy a pack of Wiggles underwear. This morning I gave him the option of "other" underwear or Wiggles underwear and he proudly stated, "WIGGLES PLEASE!"

Now, not only was this potty training thing so much easier than I'd been told, but I will NOT, repeat, will NOT have two boys in diapers come August!! YIPPEE!!!!!!!! I have temporary relief from diaper duty, just in time, kind of hard to pick up a 40lb child with THIS belly ;)

Happy One Year Blog Day!!
Topic: Weirdness
One year ago today I started this blog. It's amazing what can happen in one year! :) I'm kind of glad that it wasn't 1 year old yesterday - yesterday was a very UGLY day for me. But today is a little better despite the sticky heat and tomorrow, well, just like one year ago, tomorrow is Bubba's birthday!

Once again, he's not too excited about it. We've got dinner plans at our favorite - Red Rock Canyon Grill. He's pretty pumped about that, but considering we've really stopped spending money and I won't let him spend money, we're not planning on doing much else. We might hit a baseball game tonight. . .but that's still up in the air :)

Not much else to report. Oh wait, yes there is. Mom, dad, Carly & Jason left bright and early yesterday morning for Hawaii. Carly & Jason will have a little wedding ceremony on the beach tomorrow night, but, get this, technically they're already married. They signed the paper back in April and NOBODY KNEW!!!! So typical really. But I'll share pics on my site as soon as dad sends them over. It was weird to hear them getting ready for the ceremony because dad bought new "wedding sandals" for the ocassion. Interesting huh?? Pretty different from the tuxes and flowers at my wedding. But Carly & Jason are cool with it. And by the way, who in their right mind would want their parents/in-laws on their honeymoon?!?!? NOT ME!!!! :) That gives me the willies!!

So as Chris & I blew up Cale's swimming pool today, Cale asked what the palm tree was. I told him it was called a palm tree, like they have in Hawaii where Oma and Odie were. He accepted that explanation and I told Chris that apparently this was supposed to be fair because, we were sitting in a wading pool with a plastic palm tree and mom and dad were sitting on the BEACH under REAL palm trees. Seems we got the crummy end of the deal. Oh well, Chris lucks out if mom and dad see any kind of large sea mammal because he's got his own right here!! ;)

Happy 1 year blog day. . .and people in Hawaii that call and say "ALOHA" every 2 hours in a very irritating tone. . .kiss my wide mammal hiney!!!!!!

Yippee!!!!!!!!!!!
First off, (this wasn't what this entry was about), but it says that my site had 119 page views YESTERDAY! Who is looking at this?!?!? Do I even KNOW 119 people??? Yowzers!!! I honestly wonder how many people read this. Now that would be interesting. ANYWAY. . . .

After wishing awful things on the people of Pottery Barn and being so incredibly stressed over the fact that I had no clue what was going to be done in Mr. Pruitt's room. . .THINGS HAVE CHANGED!!!!!! I was browsing ebay as I do all too often, and stumbled upon a woman that had a BRAND NEW bedding set from the infamous PBK. Not only was it BRAND SPANKING NEW, but it has all of the colors I wanted in it and, AND!!! it wasn't a "pattern" but a collage of ginghams that would allow me to do whatever the heck I wanted to with the room!! I did the "email this to a friend" thingy and sent it over to Bubba at work. He replied back, YEP. That sent me into hysterics. I just bawled for a few minutes and then decided to quit doing this to myself. I even told Chris that.

Then 2:00pm cst came (that means naptime people!!) and I found myself going OVER and OVER and OVER the set. So I emailed the lady to get my questions answered. She emailed right back. Then, my sister emailed a "Whaddya doin'?" and I told her. After 2 of her questions, I decided to work up a "Room Idea" document which I emailed to her and to Bubba. Know what he said?!?!?! "NICE!! I LIKE IT!! GOOD JOB!!" *insert automatic smile here* Carly's reply was "I LOVE IT!! Oh how cute!! I can just SEE the mural!" (because, didn't you know that Jason is a muralist so he'll be painting Pruitt's room?) SO!!! Knowing my mom was going to kick in $75 (THANK YOU MOTHER!!!!!!!!!!) I bought the bedding!!!!

What a weight lifted off my shoulders. But the funny thing was, Christopher didn't realize I'd bought it! You should have seen the shock. So I pay for it on Friday when mom gave me her check and as Chris and I are sitting around yesterday during naptime, the doorbell rings. We were both furious because we keep a DO NOT RING/KNOCK! IT'S NAPTIME!! sign on our door. Chris runs out the garage and I peek through the front to see our mailman running for cover. I hear Chris say, "Hey!" And the mailman turns around and said, "Sorry for that, but I got back to the post office and this huge box was there so I thought maybe you all would like it before the holiday so I brought it on over."

That one long sentence out of that man's mouth sent my heart RACING, the door slung open, I clutched my mouth and did the unthinkable. I jumped up and down with Chris watching in shock again. Yes, I did. Up and down trying not to shriek, "IT'S THE BEDDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" This was not what a normal person would have wanted to have seen. This was no "Girls On Trampolines" type jumping. This was big fat pregnant woman jumping that would frighten small children and make adults turn their heads. :) Chris was kind enough to carry it into the living room where I ripped the box open and found the bedding = better than described and pictured. It literally took me over an hour to calm myself down!

Mr. Pruitt's room will be decorated in blue/navy/red gingham with PBK's Under The Sea accessories. And BOY am I excited!!! Now, if I can just wait until my shower on the 18th!!! LOL PRAY FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)

The poking of the belly
Topic: Me!
Everyone always told me before I got pregnant with Cale, that unknown people would start feeling my stomach without my authorization. It never really happened so I was cool by it. But now, with this pregnancy, the touching of the belly has become a . . .a. . .well, a weird phenomenon.

Only one unauthorized person has touched my belly. . .but she's WAY distant family so it was alright. Everyone else WANTS to feel him move, they just have odd ways of showing it.

Carly ~ My poor sister. Pruitt was kicking away one night and I asked if she wanted to feel. She was beyond excited and reached over and put her hand on my belly. He kicked her and I said, "Did you feel THAT???" Her response = "Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Can you do it again?" Ummmmm . . .no, it's pretty much an involuntary response by THE BEING INSIDE!!!!!!

My mother ~ This woman needs medication because she can't sit still long enough to feel him move. She actually told me one night, "Are you sure he's really moving?? It could just be gas because I don't feel a thing. Unless it's supposed to feel like a heartbeat?????" Oh heavens woman!! I told her to sit still for a minute and she admitted to having no patience for it.

Cale ~ This child has successfully felt Pruitt on numerous occassions. He even got kicked in the head during church on Sunday. His response, "That's baby brother kicking in momma's belly?? Kicking's not nice." He was rather put off by the whole incident.

Chris ~ Also a successful feeler, but he and my dad rank together so I'll put them together.

Dad & Chris ~ They start out with their hands pressed firmly, but, unlike Chris, Dad hasn't felt Pruitt yet. But, LIKE Chris, they both poke. . .shake. . .wiggle. . .TALK LOUDLY. . .then poke some more in hopes to rouse Pruitt. It always ends the same way, Pruitt moves AWAY from the poking and prodding. This poor poor child!!!

Then there's Chris' family. Only one person has felt Pruitt and that is his aunt. Teresa was PUMMELED three times in a row and actually let out this very interesting yelp -like sound. A sound of complete surprise. Other than that, no one else has even touched my belly.

Then there's me. I lie in bed at night, hands on my belly (which you know is getting BIG when your hands start to fall asleep while resting up the mountain) and I think about him and what he's doing and what he looks like. And I swear to you that when I roll on my side, he turns sideways and bounces off the bed. It's really strange and bizarre. But I've also reached the stage of ALIEN BABY - where your belly moves like Alien is trying to BURST out. That's pretty cool.

I'm so glad I enjoy being pregnant. I just absolutely adore it. It happens to agree with me and, I keep crossing my fingers, I hope this isn't my last pregnancy. That single thought saddens me deeply. Maybe Pruitt will come out and win over his Daddy so his daddy will just come to the realization that 2 won't suffice. Maybe :)

I am SO ANGRY!!!!!!!!!!!
Topic: Me!
I am absolutely FED UP with Pottery Barn. Remember how I was so proud about finally picking a bedding set?? How smart is it to pick a set that they no longer offer some of the pieces for!?!? And I don't mean like acessories. I mean like the FREAKING QUILT AND BUMPER PAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Apparently, if you want their bedding for your child/children, you must immediately buy EVERY SINGLE ITEM when you decide you want it or you are just out of luck. What kind of idiots are these people??????? This set has been out a month, a WHOLE MONTH, and now you can't buy the main items. Don't they know you shouldn't pull this mess with pregnant women? We have enough stress in our lives, not to mention our bodies, as it is.

So now I'm back to deciding what in the heck I'm going to do. This is seriously the most irritating thing in the world.

Naked hiney!!!!
Topic: Momma's Lover Dover
Dude. . .wait. . .didn't I just write like YESTERDAY??? You guys are gonna freak!! LOL

ANYWAY, I've been tickled ever since last night over the NAKED BABY PARADE that ensues at my house. Then, Gretchen blogged about nakedness so I felt the need to jump in.

Since Cale was born, Chris has never understood my fascination with his soft sweet hiney. (Cale's hiney, not Chris' hiney) But, now at the age of 3, Cale knows his momma's job is to GET THAT NAKED HINEY!!! It won't matter now if he's naked or clothed, he will turn around, slap his right cheek and stick it in my face. It's the most hysterical thing you've ever seen.

We've also had what we refer to as the NAKED BABY PARADE since Cale was old enough to know to hate bath time. We will parade the wet naked baby around the house in his towel and tickle and get him and laugh. Just lightens up the mood regardless. But I'm becoming concerned with how long to keep up the naked hiney thing. I can just picture Cale in college running through the dorms, pushing his hiney in the girls' faces. . .I did facilitate that with having him press his hiney on the sliding glass door. . .I just keep proving that we suck as parents!! LOL

The Addiction
Topic: Me!
It occurred to me yesterday that I have an addiction. No, it's not chocolate b/c I've found myself turning it down. And it's not ice cream either, b/c I've also turned it down lately. It's COKE!! I'm addicted to coke. Can you believe it?? ;)

If you've been in my house and seen my kitchen (you can catch glimpses of it via our website), you know that our kitchen is vintage coke. I also drink the "unleaded" coke since I try to avoid caffeine, but I can't get enough!!! There is nothing like a big glass full of ice filled with the original coke. PLEASE DON'T TRY TO GIVE ME DIET!! I WILL NOT DRINK IT!! I WILL IN FACT SPIT IT BACK IN YOUR FACE, CALL YOU SLANDEROUS NAMES AND STOMP ON YOUR FOOT IF YOU THINK YOU CAN SNEAK IT BY ME.

What I find odd is the fact that Christopher can't seem to get enough of the diet variety, yet if you sit a regular coke and diet coke in front of him, he will take a drink of each and not know the difference. That's just plain wrong!!!!!

I just never knew how much I craved that brown drink. It used to be water that I wanted, now I drink coke like water. Maybe it's the pregnancy. . .who knows. But is it ironic that I don't allow Cale to ingest the drug???? ;)

**sigh**
Topic: Momma's Lover Dover
On Tuesday, my Lover boy turned three. I spent all day on the 9th and then again on the 10th, reliving what I went through to get him into this world. I'm one of those people that can remember the exact time something happened. Chris thinks I'm strange, I think I'm anally sentimental.

To top things off. . .three years ago, almost to the minute, I was being wheeled out of the hospital after feeding Cale in the NICU and I was absolutely crushed. It hadn't crossed my mind that I would leave the hospital without my baby. And it was Mother's Day. Rewind a year before that and I had graduated from college and was absolutely crushed that my dad wasn't there. And, thanks to my memory, he hasn't quite been able to live it down.

I just can't believe how much life has changed since May 12, 2001. I would have never guessed the major roller coaster yet to come.

We celebrated Cale's birthday with a family and friend party at Chuck E. Cheese. I know the adults didn't care for it, but Cale was so happy and it was HIS birthday, so it was totally worth it for us. He was just beside himself with excitement and there's nothing better than a child beaming with happiness.

Now we await the birth of Cale's baby brother (who is currently bashing about in my stomach) and I can only imagine the changes that will take place after his birth. I've tried very hard to capture each and every day/moment of Cale's life and I hope I can give that to Pruitt too. But I know how happy we'll be. . .how much joy he'll bring to our little family. Shoot, Cale wanted to let his baby brother hear daddy's phone ring and that was a priceless moment for me.

**sigh** I just wish I knew why they had to grow up so fast ya know?? Last week he was 2 and today. . .he's 3. . .and (knock on wood) has successfully been dry, including nights and naptime, since the the night of his birthday. I keep trying to see the positives and no diapers is a HUGE positive ;) but I can't believe that he's so big. He's just seeming more grown up to me. Oh but I love him. . .and his kisses. . .and his hugs. . .and his giant feet. . .and his sense of humor. . .and his singing. . .and the way his mind works. He's just truly awesome. Truly truly awesome.