Food Folies

What do you feed your family?

It is much too easy for me to get in a food funk....serving the same dishes over and over again. There are days that W stumps me as he refuses (rather like spitting...) his favorite meals and treats. For instance he has now decided that the skin on grapes is not worth eating which results in either a staunch refusal to have a grape pass his lips, or he'll chew it then give me the remains with an adamant "Oh no!". Sweet Potatoes and Carrots have now joined the ranks of grapes.

Today I created a smoothie of sorts at an attempt to increase his fruit consumption and purchased "No Nut Butter" as an alternative to peanut butter (although it has icing sugar and hydrogenated oil in the ingredients so I'm undecided about offering it...).

As the picture indicates grocery shopping for W is more about sampling than choice. Staff at RCSS must wonder if there is some strange modern day Hansel & Gretel about as we left behind a trail of cucumber peel throughout the produce section. At least he was happy and seated in the cart....two positive feats in and of themselves.

What do you feed your family? Besides the plastic wrap on Long English Cucumbers like I do.

Food Folies

What do you feed your family?

It is much too easy for me to get in a food funk....serving the same dishes over and over again. There are days that W stumps me as he refuses (rather like spitting...) his favorite meals and treats. For instance he has now decided that the skin on grapes is not worth eating which results in either a staunch refusal to have a grape pass his lips, or he'll chew it then give me the remains with an adamant "Oh no!". Sweet Potatoes and Carrots have now joined the ranks of grapes.

Today I created a smoothie of sorts at an attempt to increase his fruit consumption and purchased "No Nut Butter" as an alternative to peanut butter (although it has icing sugar and hydrogenated oil in the ingredients so I'm undecided about offering it...).

As the picture indicates grocery shopping for W is more about sampling than choice. Staff at RCSS must wonder if there is some strange modern day Hansel & Gretel about as we left behind a trail of cucumber peel throughout the produce section. At least he was happy and seated in the cart....two positive feats in and of themselves.

What do you feed your family? Besides the plastic wrap on Long English Cucumbers like I do.

All is not calm...

Do you have nightmares? "Bad" dreams even? Do you remember your dreams in vivid detail? This has always been a trait of mine, but it seems to have escalated lately. Maybe it's because my dreams have become so disturbing.
Last week I dreamed about the Walker Family Massacre that took place in Des Moines Iowa and the head of a church there was somehow aware or maybe involved by proxy. Anyway, out of pure curiosity I searched on the internet and found information that was kind of related and just too coincidental for me.
To follow up, this week I dreamed of a convicted murderer who I am only too aware of. This dream indicated that he has been released but his whereabouts aren't quite public knowledge yet, so the police ( a friend of ours who is on the CPS) determined that they needed to use me as bait to draw him out of hiding. Shortly after that I awoke only to stay that way for what seemed like hours and today I'm about to make some phonecalls with the intent of ensuring this is only a weird dream with no fact/truth involved at all.
Dream analysis....definately required here. Maybe I should analyze what I eat/drink before bed. On the other hand, maybe it's the snoring beside me that drives my mind to these weird states....let's go with that.

All is not calm...

Do you have nightmares? "Bad" dreams even? Do you remember your dreams in vivid detail? This has always been a trait of mine, but it seems to have escalated lately. Maybe it's because my dreams have become so disturbing.
Last week I dreamed about the Walker Family Massacre that took place in Des Moines Iowa and the head of a church there was somehow aware or maybe involved by proxy. Anyway, out of pure curiosity I searched on the internet and found information that was kind of related and just too coincidental for me.
To follow up, this week I dreamed of a convicted murderer who I am only too aware of. This dream indicated that he has been released but his whereabouts aren't quite public knowledge yet, so the police ( a friend of ours who is on the CPS) determined that they needed to use me as bait to draw him out of hiding. Shortly after that I awoke only to stay that way for what seemed like hours and today I'm about to make some phonecalls with the intent of ensuring this is only a weird dream with no fact/truth involved at all.
Dream analysis....definately required here. Maybe I should analyze what I eat/drink before bed. On the other hand, maybe it's the snoring beside me that drives my mind to these weird states....let's go with that.

Still Growing

The monthly pre-natal appointment this week was a bit of a surprise. Why? I'm not too certain, other than my focus is divided between marriage, W, everyday life and pregnancy. It's slightly different the second time around. Definately not less important, just different. So, when the doctor casually commented about being full term in 10 weeks time, my mind raced, heart did a flip flop and there was possibly an increase in my blood pressure. 10 weeks! What happened to 16 weeks? Where did the time go and I have so much to do! My "Projects to Complete Before Baby Arrives" list isn't half done and has 12 items rquiring my attention. To add to the feeling of wanting to panic, it was brought to my attention that I gained 6lbs this past month. 6!! It is comforting to know that I've only gained 9 total which is really a negative when one has a 10lb+ baby. I've just got to make super healthy nutritious choices over the next 10-12 weeks, so that "Baby A" is well nourished. Wait, isn't there mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer...???

Still Growing

The monthly pre-natal appointment this week was a bit of a surprise. Why? I'm not too certain, other than my focus is divided between marriage, W, everyday life and pregnancy. It's slightly different the second time around. Definately not less important, just different. So, when the doctor casually commented about being full term in 10 weeks time, my mind raced, heart did a flip flop and there was possibly an increase in my blood pressure. 10 weeks! What happened to 16 weeks? Where did the time go and I have so much to do! My "Projects to Complete Before Baby Arrives" list isn't half done and has 12 items rquiring my attention. To add to the feeling of wanting to panic, it was brought to my attention that I gained 6lbs this past month. 6!! It is comforting to know that I've only gained 9 total which is really a negative when one has a 10lb+ baby. I've just got to make super healthy nutritious choices over the next 10-12 weeks, so that "Baby A" is well nourished. Wait, isn't there mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer...???

Pictorial Views of the Week

Snowday play with Dad. Notice the rosie cheeks? This is due to EATING snow, not being out in the cold. W must think it looks like whip cream by the amount he consumes.

Mmmm....Good! Our first experience with licking the beaters after baking. The whipcream for the Strawberry Shortcake was a definate hit! Although later when I offered W cake he shook his head no and spit it out. Talk about fickle.

No shirt, no sleep. Today after listening to W play and race back and forth in his crib during afternoon nap time, I opened the door to find a little boy lying on his back, crossways, kicking the rails with no shirt on and as happy as can be. There is a reason he sleeps in a Grobag and I've learned that just because he's dressed in a cozy fleece outfit doesn't mean he can go to bed without his sleeping bag. The second attempt at a nap included a shirt and sleeping bag and it worked like a charm.

Pictorial Views of the Week

Snowday play with Dad. Notice the rosie cheeks? This is due to EATING snow, not being out in the cold. W must think it looks like whip cream by the amount he consumes.

Mmmm....Good! Our first experience with licking the beaters after baking. The whipcream for the Strawberry Shortcake was a definate hit! Although later when I offered W cake he shook his head no and spit it out. Talk about fickle.

No shirt, no sleep. Today after listening to W play and race back and forth in his crib during afternoon nap time, I opened the door to find a little boy lying on his back, crossways, kicking the rails with no shirt on and as happy as can be. There is a reason he sleeps in a Grobag and I've learned that just because he's dressed in a cozy fleece outfit doesn't mean he can go to bed without his sleeping bag. The second attempt at a nap included a shirt and sleeping bag and it worked like a charm.

The Zoo Crew

We had a super fun morning at the Zoo with our friends the Bug & the Bee. The weather was perfect, the boys were content, and the snacks "nutritious". W has never consumed so much sugar in his little life and the fact that it's 230pm and he's just getting to sleep is proof that he will never again inhale that many tasty treats in one sitting again. Oh well it was a special day...

The Zoo Crew

We had a super fun morning at the Zoo with our friends the Bug & the Bee. The weather was perfect, the boys were content, and the snacks "nutritious". W has never consumed so much sugar in his little life and the fact that it's 230pm and he's just getting to sleep is proof that he will never again inhale that many tasty treats in one sitting again. Oh well it was a special day...

"Valentine when I look at you I get a pain in my heart..."

Ah, Valentine's Day...the holiday I detested as a single person. Just an over-rated couples' festival. However, in recent years I began quite like the event....the colors, the treats, the flowers, making cards, giving & receiving cards, etc.

Probably one of the funniest (and annoying at the time) Valentine's I ever received was in high school. A less than fortunate class mate who was often ridiculed and bullied by others, yet whom I often tried to protect especially in regards to the other guys, gave me a Valentine which he had hand crafted. The "poem" went like this...."Valentine when I look at you I get a pain in my heart....One good burp and it's gone!" **Shock & gasp** He gave a similar Valentine to my friend who was also his ally. At the time we were livid and vowed never to support him again......May he have heartburn forever! Now I just find it humorous.

Fast forward to a few years ago when my now husband, that was working in Tuktoyaktuk for the winter, had a dozen roses delivered to work on Feb 13. Although I was facilitating Orientation that day I did happen to leave the boardroom to find a dozen gorgeous red roses on my desk. They brought a smile to my heart and tear to my eye...not to mention ALOT of explaining as the office, except for a choice two, didn't know I was dating anyone as I had always referred to B as "my friend B". The secret was out and the staff were hilariously joyous for me. Funny....

Now, it's a couple of years into our marriage and B didn't let this red day pass without incident. Yesterday a lovely bouquet of tropical flowers came my way (as well as a giant, solid Hershey's Kiss...but that's really for him as he has the chocolate tooth, not I). He even wowed the floral staff when he commented on the Heliconia in the bouquet. We learned of these blooms while travelling in St. Lucia as they are native to the island. B is a believer that it's more fun and a bit of a surprise to receive the day before the actual event as then there is an element of surprise. Either way, the day before or the day of, I am spoiled and happy to be loved.

"Valentine when I look at you I get a pain in my heart..."

Ah, Valentine's Day...the holiday I detested as a single person. Just an over-rated couples' festival. However, in recent years I began quite like the event....the colors, the treats, the flowers, making cards, giving & receiving cards, etc.

Probably one of the funniest (and annoying at the time) Valentine's I ever received was in high school. A less than fortunate class mate who was often ridiculed and bullied by others, yet whom I often tried to protect especially in regards to the other guys, gave me a Valentine which he had hand crafted. The "poem" went like this...."Valentine when I look at you I get a pain in my heart....One good burp and it's gone!" **Shock & gasp** He gave a similar Valentine to my friend who was also his ally. At the time we were livid and vowed never to support him again......May he have heartburn forever! Now I just find it humorous.

Fast forward to a few years ago when my now husband, that was working in Tuktoyaktuk for the winter, had a dozen roses delivered to work on Feb 13. Although I was facilitating Orientation that day I did happen to leave the boardroom to find a dozen gorgeous red roses on my desk. They brought a smile to my heart and tear to my eye...not to mention ALOT of explaining as the office, except for a choice two, didn't know I was dating anyone as I had always referred to B as "my friend B". The secret was out and the staff were hilariously joyous for me. Funny....

Now, it's a couple of years into our marriage and B didn't let this red day pass without incident. Yesterday a lovely bouquet of tropical flowers came my way (as well as a giant, solid Hershey's Kiss...but that's really for him as he has the chocolate tooth, not I). He even wowed the floral staff when he commented on the Heliconia in the bouquet. We learned of these blooms while travelling in St. Lucia as they are native to the island. B is a believer that it's more fun and a bit of a surprise to receive the day before the actual event as then there is an element of surprise. Either way, the day before or the day of, I am spoiled and happy to be loved.

To Make Someone Fall in Love with you...

"...tell them you own a whole bunch of candy stores." (Del, age 6)

Yummy Valentines to You!

To Make Someone Fall in Love with you...

"...tell them you own a whole bunch of candy stores." (Del, age 6)

Yummy Valentines to You!

Thinking Stage: 18 mths

"No I won't and you can't make me"
The Thinking Stage 18mths-36mths.
Apparently, this is the stage W has entered. He's left the "Doing" and progressed to "Thinking", according to the Terrific Toddlers course my favorite husband and I took in the fall. Does this mean that W will no longer be a "going concern" (as he's been called by others)? I doubt it. Now, he can just THINK about what he's about to DO which will result in more creative antics.
Today was his 18mth appt with the public health nurse. It was confirmed that he is tall for his age (35 in) and average for weight (28.5 lbs....%70). What a trooper he was throughout the immunization process. The first injection brought no response at all but the second was more painful. After a few tears, a cuddle and receiving an information brochure....all was well. Then it was off to the playroom for a well-deserved play where he spent some time waving and knocking at the window to get the receptionist's attention. She was super friendly when checking us in and W did not forget this.

We have a sweet, fun, active little boy who communicates both verbally and with sign language on a regular basis, who loves to climb and run, play "boo", laugh, giggle, consume cucumbers even with the peel on, "drink" out of his daddy's go-cup upon B's return from work with a loud "Mmmm!", watch animals and mimic their sounds, push any button, dial any phone, go down the slide at the pool, and race naked around the house at any given chance (this is far and few between due to the dire need for diapers at all times!), give hugs and noisy kisses sometimes on request but usually at his own leisure, and generally any amazing toddler talent that only his parents are completely enamoured with.

Sometimes his mother is really tired, and has to remember that patience is a virtue but ALWAYS she is proud and amazed that he is hers.

Thinking Stage: 18 mths

"No I won't and you can't make me"
The Thinking Stage 18mths-36mths.
Apparently, this is the stage W has entered. He's left the "Doing" and progressed to "Thinking", according to the Terrific Toddlers course my favorite husband and I took in the fall. Does this mean that W will no longer be a "going concern" (as he's been called by others)? I doubt it. Now, he can just THINK about what he's about to DO which will result in more creative antics.
Today was his 18mth appt with the public health nurse. It was confirmed that he is tall for his age (35 in) and average for weight (28.5 lbs....%70). What a trooper he was throughout the immunization process. The first injection brought no response at all but the second was more painful. After a few tears, a cuddle and receiving an information brochure....all was well. Then it was off to the playroom for a well-deserved play where he spent some time waving and knocking at the window to get the receptionist's attention. She was super friendly when checking us in and W did not forget this.

We have a sweet, fun, active little boy who communicates both verbally and with sign language on a regular basis, who loves to climb and run, play "boo", laugh, giggle, consume cucumbers even with the peel on, "drink" out of his daddy's go-cup upon B's return from work with a loud "Mmmm!", watch animals and mimic their sounds, push any button, dial any phone, go down the slide at the pool, and race naked around the house at any given chance (this is far and few between due to the dire need for diapers at all times!), give hugs and noisy kisses sometimes on request but usually at his own leisure, and generally any amazing toddler talent that only his parents are completely enamoured with.

Sometimes his mother is really tired, and has to remember that patience is a virtue but ALWAYS she is proud and amazed that he is hers.

Call Me Audrey

Well, here we are at 27 weeks. 13 weeks to go. It feels like such an eternity. (40 weeks gestation is the calendar I follow. Why even consider a 36-38 week pregnancy and then feel let down when the delivery date surpasses 36/38. Just go for 40 & hopefully it won't stretch out to 42.)
However, I truly have nothing to complain about. My pregnancies are not frought with ill health, no sickness, nothing high risk, etc. Yet I find myself struggling with a poor attitude and focusing on the little idiosyncrasies of pregnancy (like a tight sacroilliac area and an inflamed pubic symphysis). What is my problem? Maybe it's the fact that I haven't even hit the blossom and bloom stage yet feel and look larger than when I delivered W. Now, this isn't all in my head because I have had three people in the past three days confirm my size. At one point in my pregnancy with W I measured around my belly and it was a whopping 4"9. 4"9! That's a person's height. It was funny and shocking at the time. However, in light of there being 13 weeks to go and this little one hasn't begun to fill out, I am in BIG trouble. Bloom. Blossom. Just call me Audrey....the man eating plant from Little Shop of Horrors....it's impossible to think of this future growth spurt as a lovely dainty flower blossoming as the spring sun shines forth.
How will I cope? How will I pick up our toddler? How will I SEE him through the shadow of my girth if he's standing near me? How will I rock & sing during his bedtime routine? Where will my energy come from? Now here's a mystery....what amazes me is that I had only gained 3 lbs at my last Dr's appt, which was two weeks ago. How can one gain 3 lbs and appear 9 months pregnant at the same time?
Audrey it is.....

Call Me Audrey

Well, here we are at 27 weeks. 13 weeks to go. It feels like such an eternity. (40 weeks gestation is the calendar I follow. Why even consider a 36-38 week pregnancy and then feel let down when the delivery date surpasses 36/38. Just go for 40 & hopefully it won't stretch out to 42.)
However, I truly have nothing to complain about. My pregnancies are not frought with ill health, no sickness, nothing high risk, etc. Yet I find myself struggling with a poor attitude and focusing on the little idiosyncrasies of pregnancy (like a tight sacroilliac area and an inflamed pubic symphysis). What is my problem? Maybe it's the fact that I haven't even hit the blossom and bloom stage yet feel and look larger than when I delivered W. Now, this isn't all in my head because I have had three people in the past three days confirm my size. At one point in my pregnancy with W I measured around my belly and it was a whopping 4"9. 4"9! That's a person's height. It was funny and shocking at the time. However, in light of there being 13 weeks to go and this little one hasn't begun to fill out, I am in BIG trouble. Bloom. Blossom. Just call me Audrey....the man eating plant from Little Shop of Horrors....it's impossible to think of this future growth spurt as a lovely dainty flower blossoming as the spring sun shines forth.
How will I cope? How will I pick up our toddler? How will I SEE him through the shadow of my girth if he's standing near me? How will I rock & sing during his bedtime routine? Where will my energy come from? Now here's a mystery....what amazes me is that I had only gained 3 lbs at my last Dr's appt, which was two weeks ago. How can one gain 3 lbs and appear 9 months pregnant at the same time?
Audrey it is.....

Baby Momentos

The days of a traditional baby book are starting to fade. Below are links & very brief descriptions to different baby momentos as seen on CBC today. Some are cute, some are down right freaky....such as the life-life image baby doll. It reminds me of the those "cats" which are covered in rabbit fur. There's a reason I don't frequent the taxidermy and B's "stuffed" seal went to reside at his brother's. Anyway, I am completely off topic....
The baby bum cracks me up! Check it out.

COMPANY: Wee Piggies and PawsPRODUCTS: Life cast statues and shadowboxesWEBSITE: www.weepiggies.com

COMPANY: Tummies2BummiesPRODUCTS: Belly Casting Kits, Baby Bum Casting Kits, Baby Hand and Foot Casting KitsWEBSITE: www.tummies2bummies.com

COMPANY: A Fresh CollectionPRODUCTS: My Baby Forever image dolls and keepsake dolls.WEBSITE: mybabyforever.com

COMPANY: Big Day BooksPRODUCTS: Digital Baby BooksWEBSITE: www.bigdaybooks.com

COMPANY: Kidlet ChroniclesPRODUCT: Kidlet Chronicles: Baby Days and Toddler Tales - a digital baby albumWEBSITE: www.kidletchronicles.com

COMPANY: 5StarBaby.comPRODUCTS: Baby Movie Poster Birth AnnouncementsWEBSITE: www.5StarBaby.com

Baby Momentos

The days of a traditional baby book are starting to fade. Below are links & very brief descriptions to different baby momentos as seen on CBC today. Some are cute, some are down right freaky....such as the life-life image baby doll. It reminds me of the those "cats" which are covered in rabbit fur. There's a reason I don't frequent the taxidermy and B's "stuffed" seal went to reside at his brother's. Anyway, I am completely off topic....
The baby bum cracks me up! Check it out.

COMPANY: Wee Piggies and PawsPRODUCTS: Life cast statues and shadowboxesWEBSITE: www.weepiggies.com

COMPANY: Tummies2BummiesPRODUCTS: Belly Casting Kits, Baby Bum Casting Kits, Baby Hand and Foot Casting KitsWEBSITE: www.tummies2bummies.com

COMPANY: A Fresh CollectionPRODUCTS: My Baby Forever image dolls and keepsake dolls.WEBSITE: mybabyforever.com

COMPANY: Big Day BooksPRODUCTS: Digital Baby BooksWEBSITE: www.bigdaybooks.com

COMPANY: Kidlet ChroniclesPRODUCT: Kidlet Chronicles: Baby Days and Toddler Tales - a digital baby albumWEBSITE: www.kidletchronicles.com

COMPANY: 5StarBaby.comPRODUCTS: Baby Movie Poster Birth AnnouncementsWEBSITE: www.5StarBaby.com

Quote of the Day

"Hockey players don't do horsey books" ~ BH

Upon telling my favorite husband that I enjoyed the Flicka books as a young girl, his response was the statement above. Oh, the mighty hockey player who is beneath reading about horses. Crack me up!
Do I dare ask whether hockey players read? And if so, comics do not count.

Quote of the Day

"Hockey players don't do horsey books" ~ BH

Upon telling my favorite husband that I enjoyed the Flicka books as a young girl, his response was the statement above. Oh, the mighty hockey player who is beneath reading about horses. Crack me up!
Do I dare ask whether hockey players read? And if so, comics do not count.

Sabo in Silver

Oh what charm! Thomas Sabo has been attractive to me for quite some time ago, but the bracelets & charms grabbed my attention again today. As a little girl I always coveted by mom's silver charm bracelet that my grandma brought from England. Fast forward to the current day and age and the jingly trinket is too small for my less than dainty bone structure. Maybe Mr. Sabo can help me out?

Sabo in Silver

Oh what charm! Thomas Sabo has been attractive to me for quite some time ago, but the bracelets & charms grabbed my attention again today. As a little girl I always coveted by mom's silver charm bracelet that my grandma brought from England. Fast forward to the current day and age and the jingly trinket is too small for my less than dainty bone structure. Maybe Mr. Sabo can help me out?

A View of the Week

Coloring is a past-time that W enjoys in his own little boy way!

We mustn't forget standing on a chair at the counter to see what can fun can be found such as cooking and pressing the page button on the phone dock (it's not so fun for me when this takes place at 7am & I'm trying desperately to sleep in). For those of you who have a "Crave"ing here's some pretty pink confections to temp your tastebuds. Yum! So pretty, so rich and these definately require a large glass of milk.

A View of the Week

Coloring is a past-time that W enjoys in his own little boy way!

We mustn't forget standing on a chair at the counter to see what can fun can be found such as cooking and pressing the page button on the phone dock (it's not so fun for me when this takes place at 7am & I'm trying desperately to sleep in). For those of you who have a "Crave"ing here's some pretty pink confections to temp your tastebuds. Yum! So pretty, so rich and these definately require a large glass of milk.

Guilty Confessions

As much as I hate this characteristic & hate to do so, I must be honest & admit that I can be judgemental of others. It seems this negative attitude is sometimes directed towards those that I secretly envy. Like the "done", pulled together, Martha Stewart mom's. You know the ones...with their hair done, makeup on, trendy attire, organized home & social life, seeminly well adjusted children, etc. Everything I have made fun of yet secretly yearn for.
How do they do it? I feel too tired most of the time and have a "don't give a damn" or "that'll do" attitude. For example...a hair band hair style (it's really NOT fashionable yet I attempt to pull it off often)... make up? well my husband recently asked if I wear eye makeup so that explains that...thankfully I haven't started wearing sweat pants in public yet & I don't mean the stylish yoga pants but the drawstring waisted, elastic ankle grey sweats that say something like "You Can't Touch This" across the butt....shoes, I used to love shoes and all were heels, 3in average, now it's anything flat...I was an acrylic nail gal & loved them....used to tan & loved that too....wore pretty bras (nursing bras are anything but!)...and had a mountain of clothes...
Now, I've become one of THEM. The wives/mothers I condemned. Those that "let themselves go". And though a part of me would love to look lovely, I've come to the conclusion that it takes work...it's takes getting up an hour before my little fella rises (which means 5am) to shower, groom and primp....and the most obvious conclusion is that I'm too damn lazy.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned" (and keep on sinning!)

Guilty Confessions

As much as I hate this characteristic & hate to do so, I must be honest & admit that I can be judgemental of others. It seems this negative attitude is sometimes directed towards those that I secretly envy. Like the "done", pulled together, Martha Stewart mom's. You know the ones...with their hair done, makeup on, trendy attire, organized home & social life, seeminly well adjusted children, etc. Everything I have made fun of yet secretly yearn for.
How do they do it? I feel too tired most of the time and have a "don't give a damn" or "that'll do" attitude. For example...a hair band hair style (it's really NOT fashionable yet I attempt to pull it off often)... make up? well my husband recently asked if I wear eye makeup so that explains that...thankfully I haven't started wearing sweat pants in public yet & I don't mean the stylish yoga pants but the drawstring waisted, elastic ankle grey sweats that say something like "You Can't Touch This" across the butt....shoes, I used to love shoes and all were heels, 3in average, now it's anything flat...I was an acrylic nail gal & loved them....used to tan & loved that too....wore pretty bras (nursing bras are anything but!)...and had a mountain of clothes...
Now, I've become one of THEM. The wives/mothers I condemned. Those that "let themselves go". And though a part of me would love to look lovely, I've come to the conclusion that it takes work...it's takes getting up an hour before my little fella rises (which means 5am) to shower, groom and primp....and the most obvious conclusion is that I'm too damn lazy.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned" (and keep on sinning!)

Trash TV Times

Okay, as much as I hate to admit it.....I (we) watch trash TV. It's slightly embarrassing and highly amusing. Really, wouldn't Freud enjoy having me as a case study if in his day there was opportunity for me to watch Dog the Bounty Hunter and American Idol?
My favorite husband and I were completely hooked on American Idol last season. Prior to this I only ever watched the auditions because I find them intriguing and funny...what are people THINKING?! Now, Dog....well nothing can justify why I like watching this quality program....or why Favorite Husband and I dressed as Beth and Dog for Halloween.
Shocking isn't it. At least I'm not hooked on Showcase or a network as equally risque.
What's your trash TV secret?

Trash TV Times

Okay, as much as I hate to admit it.....I (we) watch trash TV. It's slightly embarrassing and highly amusing. Really, wouldn't Freud enjoy having me as a case study if in his day there was opportunity for me to watch Dog the Bounty Hunter and American Idol?
My favorite husband and I were completely hooked on American Idol last season. Prior to this I only ever watched the auditions because I find them intriguing and funny...what are people THINKING?! Now, Dog....well nothing can justify why I like watching this quality program....or why Favorite Husband and I dressed as Beth and Dog for Halloween.
Shocking isn't it. At least I'm not hooked on Showcase or a network as equally risque.
What's your trash TV secret?