From the monthly archives:

February 2006

The Word That Melted My Heart

by dee on February 17, 2006

Sometimes you just don’t know how things are going to hit you.  I headed home lastnight as usual, picked Zach up from day care, drove home, went inside, and started getting ready for dinner.  I put Zach in the highchair with some snacks while I got his food ready.  I was talking and playing with him as I moved around the kitchen and stopped by to give him a little kiss on the cheek.  As I turned away from his chair, he belted out "Mama!" 

I turned back around to see him and he proceeded to yell out "Mamamamamamamamama!"  Seriously, the kid has been saying "Dada" since Christmas and I was getting a little tired of it all.  He did say "Mama" a couple of weeks ago, but I think it was purely an experiment with sounds.  This time, he knew what he was saying. 

I know they say that babies don’t associate words and meanings, but my kid is smart and he knows what he’s saying.  When Hubby walks into the room he says "Dada" and this morning every time I walked away from him he would say "Mama". 

Do you have any idea how hard it is not to just swoop him up and smother him in kisses when he calls out to me?  Maybe I’m making a big deal out of it, but every time I hear him say it, it just makes my heart melt.  It is so nice that he now has a word to use instead of crying when he wants me!

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I just can’t get enough of her

by dee on February 16, 2006

Miniature Distasters - KT Tunstall
 
I don’t want to be second best
Don’t want to stand in line
Don’t want to fall behind
Don’t want to get caught out
Don’t want to do without
And the lesson I must learn
Is that I’ve got to wait my turn

Looks like I got to be hot and cold
I got to be taught and told
Got to be good as gold
But perfectly honest
I think it would be good for me
Coz it’s a hindrance to my health
I’m a stranger to myself

Miniature disasters and minor catastrophoes
Bring me to my knees
Well I must be my own master
Or a miniature disaster will be
It will be the death of me

I don’t have to raise my voice
Don’t have to be underhand
Just got to understand
That it’s gonna be up and down
It’s gonna be lost and found
And I can’t take to the sky
Before I like it on the ground

And i need to be patient
And i need to be brave
Need to discover
How i need to behave
And I’ll find out the answers
When i know what to ask
But i speak a different language
And everybody’s speaking too fast

Miniature disasters and minor catastrophoes
Bring me to my knees

Well I must be my own master
I’ve got to run a little faster
I need to know I’ll last if a little
Miniature disaster hits me
It could be the death of me

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Dieting Mishaps

by dee on February 15, 2006

I didn’t quite have the day that Miss Zoot had yesterday, but I did in fact ruin the diet again.  After all of the eating out, drinking, cheesecake, and birthday celebrations last week, I really had good intentions of sticking to it this week. 

I started out Monday determined to stick very strictly to the diet and did well.  In fact, I came in one point shy of my total daily allotment.  Even watching the hubby eat his Valentine’s day chocolates didn’t deter me.  Tuesday, however, was a different story.

I got up Tuesday with the same determination to eat right.  I had my 2 points bowl of oatmeal for breakfast.  By 10:00 I was starving and those mean little guys that live in my stomach were totally bitching me out for not giving them a little something to munch on until lunchtime.  I finally gave in and had a few mini rice cakes for 1 point.  Then came the problem. 

I walked into the break room to grab a Diet Coke out of the fridge thinking it would help fill my tummy for a bit.  Sitting there on the table was a nice little tupperware container just begging to be opened.  It was there the day before, but I managed to resist the temptation.  I just didn’t have the willpower to resist it again.  I opened it up to find the most delicious looking heart-shaped sugar cookies…with frosting.  I might have been able to turn away if it weren’t for the fact that the same co-worker brings these in every year and I know that they are pure heaven.  So, I decided to have half of a cookie.  Couldn’t be too bad right?  Wrong.  After I finished off the first half, I had to go back for the second half.  I had a salad for lunch and I was good for the rest of the afternoon except for the one little piece of chocolate that somehow managed to find its way to my mouth.

I figured even though I had messed up a little bit, I could watch what I ate for dinner and even it out a bit.  Well, that didn’t work out so well.  When I got home, Hubby was in the kitchen working on dinner.  Guess what he was cooking?  Spagetti.  One of my favorite meals.  There are two things that really kill my diet.  One is pizza.  The other is spagetti.  When it comes to those two foods, there is no such thing as portion control for me.  I just can’t do it.  So, I ate way more than I should have and just set myself back another day on my diet.

At this point I’m just hoping that I can break even with the weight that I was two weeks ago–before the funeral, the traveling, eating out, and birthdays.  I’m really angry with myself for losing control when I was doing so well.  At least there are no more birthdays coming up in my family until April and no major holidays for a while so I can get back on track.

The good news is that the new jeans I just bought on Sunday are feeling a little loose today.  And, my awesome friend Amy sent me an Old Navy gift card for my birthday so I can go buy more new clothes (Thank You!!).  I think I may hold onto it until I drop another size though.

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Happy Valentine’s Day

by dee on February 14, 2006

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In Recovery

by dee on February 13, 2006

Whew!  This was one busy weekend.  Of course, that was pretty much my fault as I scheduled too many things in too short of a time period.  Friday I celebrated my 28th birthday.  I still can’t figure out why I seem to feel so much older this year than last year, but I do.  Hubby came home Thursday night with a gift for me.  He absolutely cannot wait when he buys me something.  He tried to wait for Friday morning, but ended up giving in and letting me have it Thursday night anyway.  I had already gotten the three books that I ever so slyly hinted that I wanted (turns out those Amazon wish lists do come in handy).  So, he hid my gift behind his back (because he never wraps them) while I opened my card and then handed me a brand spankin’ new mp3 player.  I was a little irritated that he spent so much money, but I’ve been wanting one for a long time now, so I was thrilled that he got me one.  Hey, at least he told me he got it on clearance so I felt a little better.

Friday morning I got up and headed off to work.  My mom stopped and picked up donuts and bagels for breakfast in honor of my birthday.  I worked my butt off Friday morning trying to get things finished up so I could be home by 2:00.  My boss had an appraiser coming by the house and I had to be there to meet him.  About 5 minutes before I had to leave, as I was rushing around trying to get everything done, I got called up to the front desk.  Much to my surprise, hubby had also sent me a beautiful bouquet of flowers.  I was a bit shocked as he’s not really the flower type.  In my rush to get home, I forgot to call him, which made him a bit mad.  It’s not like I didn’t appreciate them.  I just didn’t have a chance to call.  By the time I got home, the appraiser was already there waiting for me.

Once the appraiser left, I spent a little time playing around with my mp3 player and then took a nice long hot shower.  After my shower, I got dressed, fixed my hair, and actually put on some make-up in preparation for the big night.  Hubby got home and offered to go pick Zach up from day care (the first time he has EVER done that!).  I fed Zach, gave him a quick bath, and then loaded him up in the car and headed to my sister’s house. 

After we got all the kids settled in with my mom, we headed out for the night.  We went to a local bar & grill that turns into a bar/dance club after 10:00.  We had appetizers, dinner, and lots of drinks while we waited for everyone else to arrive.  I got a couple of really cute shirts and some candles from my best friend and a couple of cards.  Once everyone was there, we partied it up and had a really good time.  I ended up doing a couple of shots that I really shouldn’t have.  My stomach started feeling pretty bad so I had to shut it off early.  I was a little bummed because I had planned on becoming completely stupid and drunk and didn’t even get close.  But, I had a great time hanging out with my friends regardless.  I rather enjoyed all the attention being on me, which is totally out of character for me.

After the partying ended, we went back to my sister’s house and spent the night there.  Fortunately, Zach was very cooperative and slept pretty well until about 7:00 on Saturday morning.  Hubby grumbled about it, but got up with the baby and let me sleep for a couple more hours.  Too bad he was the one with the hangover and not me!  We spent most of the day there watching movies and just hanging out. 

When we left my sister’s house, we headed straight over to my best friend’s house.  Her 16-year old was going to his first high school dance with his girlfriend and I promised I would come over and take some pics with my digital camera before they left.  I was amazed at how emotional I got when I saw the kids all dressed up and ready to go out.  We are really close with their family and I have watched the kids grow up over the last 4 1/2 years or so.  I almost felt like it was my own kid going off to his first dance, all dressed up.  I was even nervous for him, hoping that everything went smoothly (which I found out later it did).

Sunday we did our usual church and dinner at my dad’s house.  Then I dropped Zach and hubby off at the house while I went to do a little quick shopping.  I got home in time to have 1/2 hour to clean up and do some dishes before we rushed off again for a birthday dinner with my mom, my brother and his wife, and my sister’s family.  We went to the Cheesecake Factory which is one of my favorite special occasions restaurants (because I can’t afford to go there very often).  Dinner was wonderful.  I stuffed myself royally.  By the time we got home, we pretty much all just fell into bed.

Today, I’ve been trying to recover from all of the chaos.  I didn’t sleep well lastnight and it was very hard to get up this morning.  Plus, Zach’s schedule is so screwed up from all the weekend festivities that he was very crabby this morning, making it even harder for me to get around.  I just wanna go home, snuggle with my boy, and take a nap!

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