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Birthday party for a 1 year old?

Gosh. It’s been a quick year. Probably became I am still in denial that I have time to get my pre-baby stomach back but sadly realizing, unlike in my 20′s, it’s going to take some work.

I hate work.

Especially when it involves running and walking and crap like that. Anyhoo.

Now when Charlotte was turning 1, my husband was in Afghanistan. Charlotte and I celebrated with a small cake. She was strapped in her high chair and I did what other insane parents do and put an entire cake on her plate. Somehow I forgot that doing that results in chocolate covered walls and sprinkles in various parts of the body for at least 2 weeks afterwards, but I did it and survived. It was just her and I as we were living in base housing some 5 states over from family and while it was pleasant, it just was. It came and went and wasn’t the most exciting birthday ever, but there have been plenty since that she could actually talk at.  Actually, I would show you a few pictures, but to be honest pictures of kids eating gross me out, so I will spare you.

I am sure you can imagine the chaos on your own.

Instead, enjoy this picture of Charlotte pouting…it looks about the same at 7 years old if you are wondering.

So this year, with little P just mere weeks from his 1 year birthday, I have been torn on whether or not to throw him a party. Just looking online about parties for kids his age overwhelm me. There are a lot of moms that are clearly better than I am and host fully decked out and themed out parties that make my cake and high chair bit seem lame.

Very lame.

But it’s all I’ve got.

Of course I could make him one of those 3 tiered cakes, but we all know it would probably turn out like this…

I mentioned to my family the thought of NOT having one and I got some feedback that I was the worst mom of all time…OK, not really, but my dad did say something along the lines that I needed to have one. So I consented and since y grandmother is having surgery on Monday and wont be able to be here during his actual birthday, I did one of those “text invites” and told everyone to come over this Saturday.  I think I am going to just serve the 14 boxes of Yosicles I have in my freezer (cause they are yummy), some sandwiches, and put P in his high chair with his very own cake.

Total Déjà vu of the lamest party evah.

Did you have a party for your 1 year old? What did you do?

Help me feel better for not being uber parent or force me into submission and make me have a great celebration. Sure…being a year old is a celebration, but didn’t I do all the work?


Exactly.

~trisha

What did you do this weekend?

I spent the weekend doing a some much needed shopping.

I tell ya, I went out with the entire intention on getting some new clothing for myself and found ONE shirt I liked.

One.

That is just sad right there.

For some reason clothing styles are currently tossed between being too short, too see through, or too 80′s. I settled for a black tank top just so I didn’t go home completely empty handed. If this is going to be fashions I am stuck with all season, it’s gonna be a hella long summer.

Then I stopped into Ulta, which pretty much is like Sephora on crack, and spent a good hour wandering around, testing out products, and doing a walk in for the 2 for $20 on facial treatments.

Best. Saturday. Ever!

Today I went out and took some pictures of my cousin at the beautiful Bellingrath Gardens.


(…isn’t she so pretty!)

After I got home, just pretty much a lazy day, hung out with P while Chris and Charlotte went shoe shopping

cooked dinner (pecan encrusted chicken with a side of Dijon green beans, if you are wondering) and watched Charlotte and Chris do some glow in the dark sand.

This stuff is pretty rad.

So….that’s it.

What did y’all do this weekend?

~Trisha

When you ask your 7 year old to babysit

When you ask your 7 year old to babysit, this is what happens…

Harassment is one of the major elements of parenting.

She is doing me proud.

 

trisha

I think I will miss it.

When I got pregnant I was probably the grumpiest blogger on the planet.

Ok, so I was. I can freely admit it.

Not only was I having marriage problems (since resolved, Amen), but I had really resigned myself to the fact that I was happy with one child and enjoying my “sleeping through the night/vacation when I want” lifestyle.

I was done.

But now seeing Phoenyx smile all day, playing with him, holding him, I was just telling my spouse yesterday that I am going to miss it. He is absolutely my last child. For real this time- I had a tubal. I have easy pregnancies but difficult deliveries, and I knew it was time to be “officially” done. And truly, I like the freedom in knowing that my son is my last child. I can value every moment with him as a baby.

But.

But.

There won’t be another baby to hold till I am a grandmother.

And even at only 7 months old, I can look at him and know it’s almost over.

My 7 year old is evidence of that. She can no longer be rocked to sleep in my arms at night, she cannot be carried on my hip or snuggled in my jacket.

As much as I want to sleep through the night and skip the diapers, the whining, the needing….at some point it just all fades away, doesn’t it?

Like I said…I think I will miss it.

~trisha

Bits and Pieces

This is one of those random posts that really say or mean nothing, but I don’t have my kids here right now needing something, so I am going to cram my past week into this one little post.

Which means absolutely nothing I say will relate to the other thing.

So let’s get started.

First, I would like you to know that I am listening to the Backstreet Boys. I wish I was 18 again.

Or really just in this guys pants.

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Now the baby.

The baby is fantastic. Honestly, better than I expected. Sure, my back feels somewhere between the Hunchback of Notre Dame and Death, but that’s a pretty small complaint. He is healthy, happy, and a delight to spend my days with.

He has slept through the night starting Sunday and on, so our relationship just solidified and I am not going to sell him.

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Speaking of babies, I witnessed a pretty nasty little Facebook exchange over this campaign here.

Listen, moms….MOMS.

Don’t degrade yourself or other moms by fighting over your beliefs regarding raising kids. If you are blessed enough to live in America, we get these choices..breastfeed or bottle feeding, co-sleeping or crib sleeping, circumcision or not. You don’t have to defend why you choose something to some random stranger on the Internet and you also don’t have to be an asshole either. Taking a an opinion (cause that’s what they are) and whittling it down to a whiny little snit comment is completely pointless.

Like this:

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Now Charlotte.

I feel like I don’t talk about her much, partly  because she is getting older and I don’t want her beeswax all over the net since she learned how to read and now knows what I am saying, and partly because we don’t spend as much time together as we used to.

Sniff about the latter.

Lately she is being…well….six. Damn her. She has lied right to my face a few times and come clean once on her own and once with a slight threat. I figure that is progress, but if I could find some sort of full proof way to keep her from lying, that might be best.

She lies about stupid stuff.

Like how many snacks she stole from the pantry. I really didn’t expect parenting to get this hard this early.

She also wants to go to a SLUMBER PARTY on Saturday. She knows the girl pretty well, they went to preschool together and have been to the same elementary school for 2 years. But as things go, I don’t know the girls mom or dad and it has me doing the “what if” game. I am sure that not all homes, or most homes, are an episode of Criminal Minds waiting to happen, but I keep thinking about Polly Klass.

The girls mom is having a parental meet and greet on Friday, the night prior, so we can “check out the home” which I thought was responsible. I wonder if she would be offended if I asked her about guns and/or large dogs.

I am also taking Charlotte to Disney and Universal Studios over Thanksgiving. She has no idea. Its going to be a girls trip for her and I, which will be totally fun. I am looking for a fun way to surprise her with the news, so if you have a suggestion, feel free to leave it.

Last but not least, if you are a forum member, I believe you may be looking for this…sorry I am in my PJs.

Unless, of course, you enjoy that kind of thing.

 

Why is there sugar in my baby formula?

The first thing I am going to say, because we are online and it can so quickly go uncivilized, that this is not a breastfeeding vs formula debate.

But I do want to discuss something.

Why the HELL does my sons formula have SUGAR and Corn Syrup in it?

This week randomly I realized that the Similac Sensitive has the first two ingredients as this:

 

Here, let me get closer.

 

Uh.

I am going to not sit over here and pretend I am a world class healthy eater. Sure, I am great with portion control and am not overweight (save for the 5 pounds I still need to lose from pregnancy) but I do my fair share of going out to eat and drinking cokes.

You already know that if you read my blog.

But I am an adult.

My son is a newborn.

Why would a baby formula ever need added sugar? Giving it the benefit of the doubt that it was some sort of “requirement” in the processing (hey, I’m stretching here), I checked other sample formulas in my home and couldn’t find these two ingredients listed in the few I checked.

Keep in mind that this is my “Dr. approved” formula.

I am not trying to put little P on a diet or anything, but can anyone answer WHY my 5.5 week old is getting supplemental sugar mixed in with his nutrients?

 

I found a babysitter!

I found a babysitter!

Week 39 and Phoenyxs Birthday….

Well.

Its been a long, long pregnancy. I am sure you are just as over it as I am. Its funny cause everyone says to me “Gosh, its gone so quickly.”

QUICKLY?

Do y’all realize I have been pregnant since NOVEMBER of 2010?

As of 7:15 Tuesday morning, August 23rd, we can officially call this a done deal. So here are going to be my final photos…and by final, I mean it. I will be having no more kids.

That was then….

 

This is the end!

 

 

Pregnancy bitching over….newborn bitching countdown has begun….

~Trisha