Move Over Cupcakes

Last night I came up with the next culinary "it" item.  You thought cupcakes were cool, well they better watch out because I have something EVEN better.  Did I mention that this all came to me in a dream?  I woke up in the middle of the night, so excited!  I woke Bobby up exclaiming that I have created the next big thing.  Culinary world won't know what hit them!  Bobby told me to write it down, rolled over and went back to sleep.  In his defense, this isn't the first and probably not the last time I have come up with a million dollar idea in the middle of the night.  I knew I could remember such a brilliant idea but I went ahead and took his advice.
Here is what I typed in my phone last night:

Pigs with ears or whiskers and a baseball

Brilliant right?? What the....I am so glad I wrote that down.  

                What, you thought I was going to tell you my idea on the 

WORLD WIDE WEB!!???!!

                 You be crazy.

    If I remembered it fully, then maybe I might leak a hint.  

You know since I am SO good in the kitchen (strong sarcasm).

So stay tuned, I just might change the world. You never know.

Baby legs. That's all.

Heathen for a Day

Today we are being what my mother would call heathens.  We skipped church, slept in, held our baby, ate fast food and didn't take showers until one.  It was what we needed as a family.  This past week has been anything but fun.  It is our own fault.  We broke the never hold a sleeping baby rule on day 1 and have never looked back...UNTIL last week.  Our sweet little boy loves his crib at night and is such a good sleeper all night long but in the day time, the crib is his torture chamber.  He hates it, refuses to nap in it and lets you know just how much he hates it for hours after the incident.  By the books, he should have adjusted to nap in his crib in 4 days or less.  Books, books,books....Seven days later he is still not adjusting to nap in his crib.  Who knew that I would already have to choose a parenting style?  It all seems too soon and sudden and I am not prepared.  I know this is only the beginning of choosing what is best for my son.  I know that everyone and their dog has an opinion about sleep habits and styles.  I know that books will always promise me solutions.  I trust that the Lord will give us guidance in doing what is best.  I pray that Cooper will always feel loved no matter where he naps.  And I feel so much better now that I got that out.

Cooper Here

Hey, its me again, Cooper.  Or you may know me as Awesome or Coop Dawg, cause you know....I'm awesome.  Anyway, I hear the fans are begging for my sweet writing skills.  I have been so busy growing and what not that I haven't had a second to write.  I am 4 months old now and weigh in at 14lbs.  I have learned to smile and giggle a lot, especially if you make funny faces at me or if I think your face is funny.  

My dad just bought me a jumper but I can't reach the floor yet.  He puts me in it and expects me to have fun but I just don't get what I am supposed to be doing trapped in a circle with the parents watching me.  The pressure is crazy.

Also, I cannot wait to sit up!  I am so very close.  I hope I can master the sitting by next month.  

And I can finally stay awake during ALL of mommy's lunch dates with her friends.  I make her hold me cause I like to watch her spill food on her shirt trying to eat left handed. Its funny.  And finally, I will leave you with a picture of my dad watching me all on his own.

He gives me ALL my toys AT ONCE!!!!! He is Awesome!!

Men vs. Women

I am going to go out on a limb here and discuss the differences between men and women.  And when I say the differences between men and women, I really mean how different I am from Bobby.  I guess they say opposites attract and that is why Bobby and I work so well.  Like for instance, when I really have to go pee (don't freak out) I run into the house, go all the way to the master bathroom....I pass 2 other toilets on the way....and then I go.  When Bobby has to go, he gets out of the car upon arriving at home, walks to the side of the house and....PEES OUTSIDE!!!  Yes, I said it.  He likes to pee outside.  First of all, its illegal....well I think it is.  Second of all, its outside!!!  He says all guys do it.  I am pretty sure that all my female readers are totally freaking out right now about the content of this blog and I don't think I have very many male readers.  If you are male and you think the way Bobby likes to handle his little bathroom emergencies is normal then feel free to stick up for him.  Bobby  has also informed me that he will be teaching Cooper to pee outside.  He says that all little boys learn to go outside....Excuse me??  My son will not be 'going outside.'  I laugh.  I laugh right now that God gave me a baby boy...really God.  He has such a sense of humor, doesn't He.  One of the many things I love about our God.  God is looking forward to the day when my son

WHIPS it out...IN the sand box...ON a play date. 

 Yes. That will happen to me.  

He never gives you more than you can handle right?

image via Habitually Chic

Cavities

Nana and Peepaw (my parents) got to pop in for a visit last night.  It was so fun for them to get to see Cooper in all his 4 month glory!  He was quite the show off, on his best behavior.  I love that about my boy.  I think its just his age but the way he lights up around people is quite convenient.  He even went with me to the dentist on Wednesday.  He was so busy flirting with the staff, he didn't even notice the large metal tools and drool dripping from my mouth.  I told him he was so lucky he didn't have teeth yet but he didn't seem to agree with me as he watched me chow down on my hamburger.  Thanks to my little chubby baby, I got my first 5 cavities.  FIVE!!!  All of them during my pregnancy.  Yes, my perfect tooth record has been broken at the ripe age of 29. They told me I will be getting shots in my mouth.  I pass out just thinking about it.  I wonder what will happen during my second pregnancy.  Maybe my teeth will just start falling out the way my hair is now!  Oh the things we go through to bring our little bundles into the world.  They are worth it though, aren't they?

Here's my little monkey.  Happy Friday!

Follow Me!

See that down there on the right, the button that says followers, are you listed??  I know you love me :) teehehe so go ahead.....follow me.  I know, I know, this blog post is not all you were longing for.  I am so sorry.  This mother is tired and had a goal bedtime of 7:30 but it is now 10:48 and my brain will not turn off.  I think it is those darn chocolate covered espresso beans that are completely addicting and oh so yummy.  Or maybe its my adorable husband that I don't see much of anymore.  Who knows really.  So the point of this post is, follow me AND buy yourself some chocolate covered espresso beans, they will change your life.  I think for the better.

P.S. Bobby makes wine.  Yeah, a little ghetto, I know, but I am honest here.  He wants to sell it for $8.00 a bottle....Shea likes it, John had a sneeze attack for about 3 hours after drinking it.....the odds are pretty good that you have a 50% chance of really liking it.  So buy it now!!! I will ship it to you.  Love you peeps!!

Five Dollar Friday

 I bought myself these flowers for five dollars. It's amazing how a small purchase can really brighten the room and my heart.

Dinner Fail

I have never claimed to be a chef.  In fact, most people know that cooking is not my skill, unless you count taking an item from cold to hot.... in a microwave.  However, given the baby in our life, I have had to pick up a few skills in the kitchen.  This week I planned on cooking 3 nights for Bobby, 1 night for small group and 1 night at a restaurant.  Weekends don't count yet, I can barely handle a 5 day plan.  Saturday is a free for all in this house and I grew up eating cereal for dinner on Sundays.  Weekends = No KP(kitchen patrol)

There IS a point to this story.  So, its Monday night and we get invited to go eat Mexican food.  Of course I say yes.  I'm practically FROM Mexico.  I can not pass up chips and salsa.  Wowee looks like I got out of cooking.  Tuesday night, I make a yummy roasted chicken.  Does it matter that it was 9pm when we ate?  The first batch of chicken was rotten, then my garlic was moldy...AND I cut my finger!  But I carried on through the trials and dinner was eventually served and it was delish.  Wednesday night, taco night with small group.  Only suffered a small grease burn while making taco shells.  Tonight, is tapas night and I must say our meal was yummy.  I only cut my finger once on the cheese grater. Unfortunately, I wasn't done grating cheese so we just had to do without.  I couldn't get back on the horse to finish the job.  So now I am walking around with Pixar Cars band aids on both hands.  I have a son now so I bought appropriate boy band aids for the house.  He is 3 months old.  Too soon.  Oh and I also got a terrible manicure last week which I removed on all fingers but the middle one since my flesh wound is entirely too sensitive to touch.  My hands look like they have been run over by a semi truck and then covered with the Nickelodeon channel.

The point: Kitchens CAN be very dangerous. NEVER expect to keep a manicure when you are a mother.  GET used to little boys completely altering your sense of style.

Confessions from a Perfect Parent

I called my son a farthead today. Really, Farthead?   I panicked, felt guilty, then laughed when I realized he doesn't know words yet.  He will never know!  I thought I was over it but I keep giggling to myself and then feeling the guilt of my giggle.  The shame of my potty mouth, my name calling faux pas. Whatever will I do with myself.  Confess to the world.  I feel better already.
I realize that I will probably be rinsing the poor boy's mouth out with soap for name calling in a few years. Hypocrite.  Lucky me, I have a few more months to get it together before I have a little learning sponge by my side.  That will put you in your place.  The first time my sweet little lad blurts out the word farthead....we will all know who taught him that ridiculous word.