I absolutely adore our daycare. The women are fantastic...the kids are fantastic...the parents are fantastic. Husband works in the same building. He can stop by and visit them. My girls love going to "school."I couldn't ask for anything more....except for maybe- oh..... i don't know- less disease!!!! Yes, I have the daycare plague! UGH!
I take my vitamins. I watch what I eat. I walk every other day...yet I always seem to catch the latest daycare malady. I am a germ magnet apparently. It's insane! The baby brought it home with her. I helped her get over it...your average stuffy nose and cough. She paid me back by sharing her germs. So far this summer we have had the flu, pink eye, ear infections, and colds. I am extremely grateful that no one contracted any thing serious, but I do wish that I didn't catch these things, too. (well- I caught everything but the ear infections)
Oh well, c'est la vie! right?
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
First steps
Hello. This is my first attempt at blogging...soooo it's probably going to be pretty lame....and it's probably going to break blogger rules/etiquette. This is where I will apologize ahead of time for any mistakes I unknowingly make.
I've wanted to start a blog for a while now. God knows I read a ton of them- or at least enough of them to intimidate me a little bit. Yes, you intimidate me- all of you talented, witty mommy and daddy bloggers. Is there a place for me out here? I hope so. I am certainly going to give it a try...besides this might be a good outlet for me- a way to help me keep what's left of my sanity.
Guess I should try and think of something to write about. I mean should i write about the kids? marriage? work? So many things to talk about and yet I can't think of one thing to get me started! See- I am intimidated!
I guess I can tell you a little bit about me. Here it goes:
ME:
I am a 33 yr old graphic designer. I have 2 great kids, 1 mostly great husband, and a fantastic, completely untrained dog. I am totally shy until I get to know you. I tend to babble sometimes. I've not yet met a glass of wine that I didn't like.
THE GIRLIES:
KELLY, 2 1/2 years old going on 13. She is teeny tiny but thinks she's a giant. Shy until you get to know her- just like me. She's very smart- (what mom wouldn't say that about her kid)- has a huge vocabulary. VERY DRAMATIC! She loves all things princess. She loves her mommy and her daddy...her little sis too. Do not give her stickers if you know what is good for you. She's an addict.
LORA, 5 mos old. She is a big baby- literally; 20 lbs and 28 inches long. Still developing her own personality (I love this stage!). Almost always has a smile plastered on her face.
THE MAN:
FARMBOY... 38 years old. Former high school football player and former farm boy. Very masculine....somewhat disappointed to find out that he is a "girlmaker." Don't get me wrong, he completely adores his girls- teaching them how to do a three-point stance...telling them fairy tales where his favorite sports heroes save the princesses not to mention the world. He's very funny, totally not PC, completely flawed and I adore him.
THE BEASTIE
My first baby. Medium sized, herding dog. Thinks he's a person- a girl person-needless to say he has issues. I have been feeling more sibling rivalry coming from him than from Kelly. Farmboy is disappointed that the only other penis in our house belongs to our girlie dog.
Well, I guess that's a little bit about me...a little bit about our family. I will definitely have to think about what to write next...maybe a kid story...or a work horror story (lay offs are on the horizon).... i don't know, but it'll be better than this post! If you've actually made it to the end of this catastrophe- thank you. You are a saint! or maybe a masochist!
Later gator!
I've wanted to start a blog for a while now. God knows I read a ton of them- or at least enough of them to intimidate me a little bit. Yes, you intimidate me- all of you talented, witty mommy and daddy bloggers. Is there a place for me out here? I hope so. I am certainly going to give it a try...besides this might be a good outlet for me- a way to help me keep what's left of my sanity.
Guess I should try and think of something to write about. I mean should i write about the kids? marriage? work? So many things to talk about and yet I can't think of one thing to get me started! See- I am intimidated!
I guess I can tell you a little bit about me. Here it goes:
ME:
I am a 33 yr old graphic designer. I have 2 great kids, 1 mostly great husband, and a fantastic, completely untrained dog. I am totally shy until I get to know you. I tend to babble sometimes. I've not yet met a glass of wine that I didn't like.
THE GIRLIES:
KELLY, 2 1/2 years old going on 13. She is teeny tiny but thinks she's a giant. Shy until you get to know her- just like me. She's very smart- (what mom wouldn't say that about her kid)- has a huge vocabulary. VERY DRAMATIC! She loves all things princess. She loves her mommy and her daddy...her little sis too. Do not give her stickers if you know what is good for you. She's an addict.
LORA, 5 mos old. She is a big baby- literally; 20 lbs and 28 inches long. Still developing her own personality (I love this stage!). Almost always has a smile plastered on her face.
THE MAN:
FARMBOY... 38 years old. Former high school football player and former farm boy. Very masculine....somewhat disappointed to find out that he is a "girlmaker." Don't get me wrong, he completely adores his girls- teaching them how to do a three-point stance...telling them fairy tales where his favorite sports heroes save the princesses not to mention the world. He's very funny, totally not PC, completely flawed and I adore him.
THE BEASTIE
My first baby. Medium sized, herding dog. Thinks he's a person- a girl person-needless to say he has issues. I have been feeling more sibling rivalry coming from him than from Kelly. Farmboy is disappointed that the only other penis in our house belongs to our girlie dog.
Well, I guess that's a little bit about me...a little bit about our family. I will definitely have to think about what to write next...maybe a kid story...or a work horror story (lay offs are on the horizon).... i don't know, but it'll be better than this post! If you've actually made it to the end of this catastrophe- thank you. You are a saint! or maybe a masochist!
Later gator!
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