Ducky Diaries: December 2012

Saturday, December 29, 2012


I have returned from Christmas land!   I have crawled my way through mega blocks and sponge bob drum kits, stepped on talking toy phones, and squished through play-doh to get to you! 

And mostly to come whine for a few minutes, if we're going to be completely honest.

It seems as though we have entered some sort of twilight zone and are smack dab in the middle of genuine separation anxiety.....    It seems Z-bear has decided to bypass the normal/standard anxiety age of roughly a year and save it for now.   

Combine that with the 18 month sleep regression,  bottom eye teeth, a mild cold, my ever growing belly and the inability to sleep through the night myself, we are having a GRAND ole'  time.

My loving, lovely toddler now will only sleep in increments of 3 hours at a time.   And that's only after I spend a half hour sitting in his room until he closes his eyes (I can't do C.I.O. it honestly breaks my heart to even try) and then wakes up roughly at 3 a.m. and needs to come into our bed.  Which up until this point was a no-no because he simply refused to sleep with us at all even on nights when mommy needed the cuddles.   So for my independent toddler who despises co-sleeping to want to willingly be in bed with us is baffling. 

My hair is fraying...   I want a drink or 7, but I can't.  I keep trying to explain to him that everything is okay, but everything isn't okay unless he is attached to mommy.  

Other than all that jolly nonsense above we had a wonderful Christmas and even got a belated Christmas gift on the 27th.    We had our big anatomy scan!   The verdict was hard to see, since wee baby's legs were tightly closed most of the appointment, but after a few jiggles of nothing falling out or dropping we are pretty confident we have a little miss in there!!!  Tom is way more excited than I am.  Not that I am not excited, because I am over the moon, but Tom is ecstatic to have one of each.

 I am just genuinely one of those annoying mothers that say "As long as they are healthy I don't care what they are!", and I actually mean it.  

All looks healthy and great.   Of course the tech had to say "unofficially"  looks great and my Dr. will give me the results, but everything looks great. 

So for now we'll call her 'Miss R' until delivery when we announce her given name but we are all excited and the family is over the moon.   20 weeks down and 20 more healthy weeks to go. 

I hope everyone has a fantastic New Years and I will see you all in

Friday, December 21, 2012

Are you there world? It's me, Candace.

Are you there?  

If anyone is reading this, we have apparently survived the Mayan Apocalypse!  
Well, in Ohio we still have about 2.5 hours until it's the 22nd.   So I suppose we are not completely in the clear.   

I don't know about you, but I have had a pretty anti-climatic Dooms Day.  Outside of Z-bear going to his 18 month appointment and getting a few stabs in the leg.  And then going to Giant Eagle grocery store for some chocolate chip cookies.   Like the end of the world, my cookies were a disappointment.  

But otherwise ......

 Sing it R.E.M.  (It's the end of the world as we know it.)

I did make one satisfying quest pre- apocalypse though...

MATERNITY PANTS!!!!   OMG!!!!!!!!    Why oh why did I not purchase these last time?!  Oh yea, because apparently I was trying to look cute my whole pregnancy.   Forget that mess!  These ^ THESE ^ pants are the BOMB-DIGGITY!!!!  

   Here is some obligated cuteness.....
Oh, and P.S.
When all you're getting is non-stop rain for a week, Do NOT ever say out loud that you are sad you won't have a white Christmas because, I shit you not, 12 hours later this is what you'll get!

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Professional Confessional

This is my favorite time of year.   It's a time for joy, good food, good times and great confessions! 

I don't think I've ever done a post based solely on confessions, and well, heck, it sounds like a jive ole' time to me!!!   So please add yours in the comments section.  It'd be nice to know that I am not the only weirdo and also to laugh at you all.     :)

Here goes my scandalous confessions for your reading pleasure. 

  • I forget to brush my teeth sometimes and am then forced to be out in public with stink mouth.
  • I also usually brush my teeth in the shower.
  • I usually pee in the shower as well.  Sometimes while brushing my teeth. 
  • I am gross.
  • I fart a lot due to pregnancy.
  • I blame it on Zachary.   Or the person closest to me in a public place.
  • I steal Zacharys food sometimes while he's eating.
  • I don't feel bad, he steals mine all the time. 
  • I occasionally let Zachary watch Yo Gabba Gabba while I browse the internet.
  • I occasionally say I bathed Zachary the previous night so Tom will do it when I don't want to.
  • I have gained 10 pounds so far.  I'm pretty sure it's mostly in my ass.
  • Yesterday I bit a hang nail off of Zacharys toe.  His feet stunk.  
  • I tell Zacharys in home therapists we had a rough morning when we are still wearing our jammies at 11:00 a.m.  Truthfully, I was just too lazy to get us dressed.   

And there you have it.  I am genuinely gross.    And I am oddly okay with it.   :D 

Feel free to share yours below! 

      Here are some pictures since my blog doesn't feel complete without a few.

Zachary in his new temporary compression vest.
 17.2 week belly.  My room is a mess, don't judge me!
And another Christmas shot. 
14 days and counting until Christmas!

Friday, December 7, 2012

Free Ham

Hello blogsters extraordinaire! 

Today I am doing something from my heart just for the Ho-Ho-HO-HOLIDAYS!!! 

I am going to give away a FREE ham!!!!!    Yes you read that right!!!  Free- HAM!!!  I'll show you a picture of this delectable give-away. 

Mmmmm, doesn't it just look so appetizing???!!!  He's all yours folks!  Free, just claim your prize, and I will indeed ship you this ham! 

Okay... Fine,
so it's not an actual ham, just my child who is a complete ham.    I thought I would at least try.  Can you blame me? 

Here's the deal, he pooped in the potty yesterday, takes 3 hour naps, and only wakes up at 2 a.m. and 4 a.m. so in my opinion, he's a steal! 

LoL  all jokes aside, I can't give him away, he's my little side kick.    And there's that whole umbilical cord thing... I don't think Tom ever cut it, and I can't seem to either. I'm pretty attached to the little fellow.   I shouldn't have tricked you. 

But in other news,  check this out!!! I wore a fancy new white shirt yesterday for all of 13 (fine I slept in it to so 20) hours, and managed to not get a single stain or mark or booger or poo smear on it!!!  I even cooked spaghetti for dinner and ate it to!   I am still in disbelief, but of course when I woke up this morning and did dishes I did splash greasy spaghetti water all over that top.   I should have taken it off last night and just not pushed my luck.   But I don't think.  That's part of my charm.   
And on to another topic, I hope everyone is having a fantastic holiday season and that you get to be with your loved ones.  I hope I don't upset or offend anyone but, I know a lot of people get super stressed around this time of year, for one reason or another.  I do wish everyone could have unlimited funds to buy for Christmas, but that just isn't what this time is about.  So as we navigate into another year, lets be thankful that we have family and friends.  Lets be thankful for our children. 
Especially while they are toddlers and a box filled with wrapping paper is way more awesome than the 70 dollar power wheel that was in the box. 
 However, during this time let's also be thankful for the men and women who can't be home.
Our armed forces and their families.
Lets challenge each other to go out of our way while we hustle and bustle, to think of others.
And give to those less fortunate than us. 
Okay sentimental momma out!
But isn't this picture too ADORABLE!

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Don't fear the Rooster.

I have noticed recently, that there are extreme differences between the parent/ child sleep system.

Our cherubic innocent wee children wake up refreshed, happy, ready to tackle the whole day. Or at least (if you're among the select lucky few) the 4-5 hours until nap time.  

Parents, we wake up a bit differently.   Exhausted, agitated, in yesterdays make-up (fathers I won't judge).    Sometimes with a few strands of yesterdays spaghetti dinner in our hair, wearing our husbands "Hooters" t-shirt over our fanciest granny panties.  

And then we are assaulted by shrieks of giggles, siren wails of "MOMS", and orders for breakfast as though we are a short order cook.     

Yay!  It's morning time!!!  And this happens at roughly 7 a.m. every day. Give or take 10 minutes.  And it never seems to matter whether the children fall asleep at 8 p.m. or 10 p.m. , come 7 a.m. the rooster will call, loudly, for you to get your ass out of bed and feed it! 

"Come on woman, I have got things to do, toys to turn on at full volume, play dates to set up!"

Never mind you had a late night at work, watched t.v. until 1 a.m. because you were cleaning until midnight.   Just accept your fate and brew a pot of coffee.  It never gets better, I've heard.  At least until you have a teenager and then you beg them to get out of bed.   Sleep is for the WEAK!!! 

How is this right?   That is a question I cannot truly answer, however I can speculate.   I am pretty sure all children are imprinted in the womb with instructions to turn on a parents "self destruct" mode.