Monthly Archives: May 2013

Liquid Strike

It’s like Lucas’ body fluids have gone on strike and thus decided to stage a walk-out.  I’m out of bleach and carpet cleaner, and even Molly is hiding.  Meanwhile in my backyard, the neighborhood rabbits are having an orgy in the grass.  Yep, it’s a day for the books.

Yesterday, prior to the Liquid Strike of 2013, I dropped Lucas’ crib to the lowest position and took a few 6 month photos.

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In the middle of our Liquid Meltdown, the last of our new family room was delivered.  Here’s where I spend most of my time now:

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Lucas got a new toy yesterday.  And you know the saying that kids are more interested in the box then the toy?  Yeah, what’s up with that?  Little Dude, we got you a new toy.  Screw the box that it came in and play with the actual toy before I throw you in your crib and take away all of your toys until you understand how awesome your parents are for giving you this new toy!!

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And lastly on this super quick post because I don’t have a ton of time between laundry, cleaning stains out of the carpet, more laundry, and more laundry, here are more naked photos of my baby today because everything I’ve put on him today has ended up being soaked in bleach and I’m out of bleach so he’s out of clothes:

pause between diaper blow out and puking

pause between diaper blow out and puking

IMG_1473Nap time with Momma.  The only break in cleaning that I’ve gotten all day.

 

 

My Week In Photos

Once again, I’ve gotten extremely behind in filling everyone in about my week.  I’m getting better about it now that Lucas is starting to get better naps in during the day.  Leave it to my trusty iPhone to remind me what I’ve been up to….

4th of July wreath for the front door (made of yarn)

4th of July wreath for the front door (made of yarn)

Lucas' favorite game is to chase after Molly.  she usually hides in her bed but now he's started kicking her out of her bed and using it for himself.  It appears that we over paid for our crib if a dog bed would have done the trick

Lucas’ favorite game is to chase after Molly. she usually hides in her bed but now he’s started kicking her out of her bed and using it for himself. It appears that we over paid for our crib if a dog bed would have done the trick

If I sit on the floor, this little carpet dweller has learned how to crawl into my lap.  Think he wants to be held?

If I sit on the floor, this little carpet dweller has learned how to crawl into my lap. Think he wants to be held?

Lucas started pulling himself up.  He's done it on my diaper bag, the couch, and now he's starting to learn how to on his toy.  He's going to skip walking and just go straight into running I think...

Lucas started pulling himself up. He’s done it on my diaper bag, the couch, and now he’s starting to learn how to on his toy. He’s going to skip walking and just go straight into running I think…

And then a few fun videos to get you through the day of my adorable son.

I had no appropriate bath photos but this video seems alright.  Lucas started playing in the bath tub and is starting to appreciate bath time:

Another giggle fest between my son and my husband.  Sometimes I wonder how i got so lucky with these two:

Lucas started crawling over to the TV, sitting down, and watching what’s on for a solid 5-10 minutes before moving.  Naturally, I took a few photos, got a good laugh in, and then started to video when he decided that he was done watching.  But how cute is this?

There you have it.  A week of baby photos.

Who Needs A Clean House, Anyway?

Instead of doing laundry, cleaning, washing dishes, running errands, or anything else that needs to be done from the last two weeks of neglect, I’ve decided to spend some more me time doing what I want instead.

I finally put together Lucas’ shadow box and hung it on his nursery wall:

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Then, I made some mugs to send one to Erica:

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Embroidered a new burp cloth for Lucas:

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And I did all of this instead of putting away mounds of laundry or cleaning up the mess in the room formerly known as my family room:

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Toto, I Don’t Think We’re In Phoenix Anymore

Last night we were winding down our day a little bit late.  I was ready for bed before Lucas was but he insisted that we keep playing so I laid on the floor with him to play and quickly fell asleep.  Angel was watching from the couch and took a few photos of what happened next….

First, Lucas came over and tried to wake me up

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When that didn’t work, he decided that he would just take a nap with me.  (The tiny, wet hand on my face is what actually woke me up)

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We get the baby off to bed and he’s sound asleep (Finally!!  Getting back on schedule with a teething baby from a trip has been brutal) so Angel goes to the basement to watch TV, and I head upstairs to put this tired Momma to bed as well.  I’m thhhhhhhhhhhis close to falling asleep to the sound of the thunderstorm when the tornado siren starts going off.  Um, what?

5 seconds of panic trying to decide if I’m asleep and dreaming this or if it’s real before I jump out of bed, yell at the dog to get up, run to the nursery to grab the baby and start heading down the hall for the stairs all while yelling at Angel.  Which in retrospect, it’s not like there’s anything that he could do and he should probably just stay put in the basement anyway.  But whatever, he was on his way upstairs to go to bed when the siren went off.

An hour later, Lucas was wide awake, I was totally freaked out, the dog was confused, and Angel was a little annoyed at the three of us.  Needless to say, poor little man just can’t catch a break…. And thus, neither can this extremely tired Momma.

 

Holiday Weekend

Holiday weekends are meant to be spent exactly like we’re spending them in the Rivas Household: in pajamas, in the rain (okay, maybe not that part was meant to be), watching old movies on ShowTime and snacking instead of making a real meal because Mommy doesn’t feel like cooking.  First, we watched Back to the Future 3, then we went out to get baby food and stuff for lunch, and now we’re watching Jurasic Park while Lucas naps.

Seriously, who doesn’t enjoy an old movie marathon bundled up on the couch?  The giant mess we’re making in the house can wait.  It will still be there tomorrow.

To anyone with DirecTV- this weekend is free movie channels!

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You Can’t Go Home Again

I apologize for the lapse in my blog.  I’ve spent the entire month screwing up my son’s schedule, which in turn screws up mine.

First, I spent two weeks with my mother-in-law in town.  Then, a few hours after I took her to the airport Angel drove me to Chicago to spend the night with Laura and Kyle and their munchkin before hitching a ride with them to Midway and flying down to Phoenix- where I then stayed for 8 days.  I got home early this morning (2:30am), so with all of that going on my blog has been lost in the shuffle.

I had my first Mother’s Day:

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Which involved a lot of baby snuggles and turning the heater back on in the house- ugh.  Will winter never end?  For Mother’s Day, Lucas’ gift to my was taking my iPad off of my hands:

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I miss Arizona.  My supportive husband encouraged me to make a trip down to visit my friends, so I RSVP’d to a wedding, crashed at my brother and sister’s house, and then made plans for every lunch, dinner, and happy hour between touch down and take off.

I spent Wednesday night and Thursday morning in Chicago before heading to the airport.  Lucas had quite the time playing with all of Hailey’s toys and it appears that Angel and I need to get Lucas a slinky.

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I have the world’s best traveling baby.  Seriously.  Our flight from Chicago took off at 7, which is 8pm in Michigan and only 30 minutes before bed time.  but my awesome baby just curled up against me and was sound asleep before take off.  Since the flight wasn’t full and the seat next to me was open I laid him down on it and cashed in some drink coupons when the flight attendant came by.  My traveling companions had the same luck with Hailey and the three of us enjoyed some adult beverages for 3 hours.  Meanwhile, it seemed like all of the other parents were having troubles with their little ones and probably cursing the three of us and our perfect children and beers.  But I proudly (and lovingly) stared at my little munchkin and high-fived myself for not being that mom.

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On Friday night I went to a wedding reception for a friend from the MBA program with a few of my other MBA friends.  It was great to hand Lucas off to his God Parents who were so excited to spend the evening with him!  Until probably 7:30 when my adorable baby turned into a cranky east-coast-time-zone baby and screamed for a solid hour before they could finally calm him down enough to sleep.  I adore them for putting up with him and REALLY appreciate my evening off of mom duty.  I get those so rarely.  And by “so rarely” I mean this was the third babysitter in 6 months, rare.

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On Saturday I went to a pool party and put my water baby in the water for the first time.  Little Dude LOVED it!!  He was splashing and loving life and I was appreciating the fact that everyone pretended not to notice my stretch marks in my bathing suit

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Then I went back to Paul and Michelle’s house, where my mom was also staying for a few days to spend time with us:

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On Sunday we put Lucas back in the pool, grilled, and I missed the Arizona lifestyle a little bit more.

My brother asked me the first night if it felt weird to be back in Arizona and not go “home” and I said no.  Because at the time, it wasn’t.  But then on Monday I went over to Katie and Jeff’s house, who happen to be my old neighbors.  They threw a block party and at the end of the evening it felt weird to get in a car and drive by my house, see the lights on, and keep driving.  My neighbor’s told me that my tenant’s son is in town from college for the summer and when I drove by and saw the light on in what Angel and I made Lucas’ nursery, I cried.  For the first time I had a pang of that being my house, my neighbors, my son’s room and it just wasn’t okay that it wasn’t my home.  So I guess you really can’t go home again.

On Monday our tenants gave notice that they were moving out on July 19th in our other house.  So I spent the week hiring a Realtor, picking paint colors (since it appears that we now desperately need to paint that house), and officially making this trip an IRS write-off for checking on our rental properties.  In good news, the Realtor that I hired already has a tenant in mind who saw the house this weekend and loves it so she’s not eve listing it in MLS.  Check that off the list.

The rest of the week was a parade of meeting with friends, family, old coworkers, more friends, more family, and even more friends.  I miss them all.  And by the end of the week the trip became bitter sweet because I loved seeing everyone but felt like I was running around saying goodbye to everyone again.

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Yesterday, sweet little Lucas decided that it was the perfect time to start teething.  I mean, I thought he was before, but then he started having some interesting diapers, screaming for seemingly no reason, and completely inconsolable.  Sounds like a perfect day to travel!  You remember those high-fives for not being that mom on the plane?  Well, karma is a bitch.  It started out like this:

image image_1But quickly went downhill once we took off.  Never again will I travel without baby Tylenol.  Actually, never again will I leave the HOUSE without baby Tylenol.  Maybe I’ll just tape a secret stash of the gold to my hip in case of baby teething emergency.

In the good news, the drunk folks sitting a few rows up had surrounding travelers pissed off and commenting that the baby behaved better (plus a few choice colorful words) so at least their anger at a bad 3 hour flight was directed to people who didn’t choose that day to start teething.  Thank you, drunk travelers.  I’m jealous, and I would also like to buy you another round.

Today, to celebrate getting the baby home without bursting into tears myself, I spent all day in my pajamas playing with Lucas on the floor and feeding him Tylenol and boob every few hours.  If only babies could be born with a full set of teeth to spare their parents what I imagine are a few hard nights ahead of me….

 

Anyway, my trip home was awesome but reminded me of a few verses from the song The House That Built Me:

I know they say you cant go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam.
But these handprints on the front steps are mine.
And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
my favorite dog is buried in the yard.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
if I could just come in I swear I’ll leave.
Won’t take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.

 

A Mother’s Prayer

Saw this and it made me laugh. It’s by Tina Fey (SNL actress):

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.

Amen.