Ducky Diaries: January 2013

Monday, January 28, 2013

Smart men are worth more than Gold.

I don't normally post romantic, mushy, gushy, stuff and I don't plan on starting now.

 However, I do occasionally  talk about my husband on here, not often though, because this is mostly just my space to write about my kid and my womanly nonsense.     But something happened tonight that made me think "Grab your laptop woman!  This will probably NEVER happen again!!!!"....

Okay- while it's not that extreme, it is/was pretty awesome. 

I'd like to start off by saying that I happen to think my husband is the Bees knees, hands down, absolutely awesome.   I not only found my prince charming, but I found a smart one at that.   

I think a lot of the time, we as female creatures look for fairy tale men, and sadly, it usually doesn't work that way.   

The above picture will most likely only happen to you once, and that is when/if your guy decides to propose.  Love isn't always about romance, flowers, or crazy passion.   It is about finding someone who really does cherish you and even likes you 75% of the time.   And if you happen to like him 75% of the time, well, hey I'd venture to say you guys have got it going on!   

But anyways, back to my bragging.

My husband in my eyes is my SuperMan, he's a great father, my best friend,  and overall just a genuinely fun person to be with, but most importantly, he's SMART!    

While I am sitting here looking like this at 6 months pregnant with our #2 he asks me if while he's out running an errand can  he get me anything.  
Being pregnant I mutter something incoherently about Funyuns and a chocolate candy bar, while wrangling a whiny, tantrum throwing toddler who is yet an hour from his bed time. 
I honestly forget about the craving for salty chips and chocolatey goodness and go about the nights business of playing with, bathing, and providing a pre-bedtime snack for Tyrannosaurus Toddler.
As bed time is approaching closer by the minute and we get down to that 5 minute mark Tom comes walking in just in time for Zacharys bed time kisses/hugs and hands me this as well.
Along with my bag of Funyuns, my husband hands me a Hershey's bar with almonds that is bigger than my thighs!!!     Oh how I needed this!   It's pretty much my pregnant version of wine!!!!

So while managing to be my hero my husband was also able to tell me a few unspoken things;

1.)  I know you feel huge, but you're not, and to prove it I bought you a candy bar that's bigger than your legs.....

2.)  You said  "I want chocolate."   But I heard "Bring me the Taj Mahal of candy bars!".   

And this is why, I really do think smart men are worth more than gold, my friends.  

Friday, January 25, 2013

See what I did there?

See what I did there???  

Go ahead, take a few moments to giggle amongst yourselves.   I did, for at least 30 minutes before I thought to take the picture.  

And for all concerned, it's BBQ sauce.    Zachary's occupational therapist suggested we try flavoring up his foods to decrease over stuffing, which sensory children can be so good at, since they can't seem to taste food or sense how much is in their mouths...   

All in all, it's worked pretty well.  I haven't had to save my sons life in about 2 months and up until that point it was a daily occurrence thanks to his over filling chipmunk cheeks and choking.   

And without the BBQ sauce I wouldn't have been able to capture this gem...  Which is definitely going to be used at every available opportunity when he's of age to feel embarrassment.    HA! 


I hope everyone else is having a spectacular, exciting week.   At least more exciting than mine.  The only highlight of my day was buying some new make-up products.  Much needed I assure you after almost scraping my eyelid off with an eyeliner pencil I've had since I was pregnant with Zachary.   I wish I was kidding but I'm not.

It was my only hope for the day after I tried to sharpen three other eyeliner pencils (all my favorite gel kind!)  that were only 3 inches long and apparently magically had NO eyeliner left in them...  

How I ask you do they get away with just not putting eyeliner in the last THREE inches of a pencil?!?  I DEMAND MY MONEY BACK!   Who out there has time to buy a new pencil before the three inch mark?!!! 

If it's you, shut up,  lucky....  I bet you're one of those people that has time to buy wonderfully tasty coffee in the mornings as well.  

I am not.  One. of those people.   

But I digress, so there I am standing in my bathroom mirror, bewildered.  How did this happen?  Who stole the pencil part out of my eyeliners?   Is this some magical eyeliner butterfly cocoon? Or Benjamin Button story?   They get so small and just disappear?  Leaving me alone, digging through my old battered, stained, make-up I never use bag but can't bear to throw out because I may need this hooker red lipstick some day.......  Looking for any eyeliner at all.     At last, I found one, a dark brown pencil still super long and almost untouched! 



So, I sharpened that bad boy and went to town...    Which resulted in me almost slicing my eyelids open as I drug it across the sensitive skin...   Who knew an eyeliner over 2 years old may not exactly result in smooth sailing in the applying make up department.   It was as hard as a rock and crumbly in the same way old crackly mud on the bottom of your boots is....    

I decided maybe I would just throw some mascara on and trudge out into the snow to re-stock my sad supply of war paint.   Off to Wal-Mart I went.   Because that's where all the classy gals buy their products from when they are on a budget, and not wanting to be seen by anyone of importance with judging eyes. 

Now that I have two new gel eyeliners well three if you consider the double sided pencil I bought, some new kabuki brushes, baby pink blusher (yes I say blusher, kiss my arse) and replacement self esteem hopefully tomorrow will be a better day...   

Oh and there's this.....
Zach-Attack talking to and loving on mommies belly/his sister. 

Thursday, January 17, 2013

A dose of perception vs. reality

This was us last night...   Now this isn't an actual picture of us, but, had I not been so terrified of waking Zachary up I would have taken this exact picture.    Except, my sweet son was completely horizontal between my husband and I.   He had his head in my neck and his feet in Toms face.  

For once, I'll actually claim my son, as being the sweet child I experienced an excruciating all natural labor with.   I feel he has rightly paid some of his debt back. 

Once we finally all managed to fall asleep at 2 a.m. I slept great while at 8:00 a.m.  I awoke to Tom complaining about getting no sleep because he was stuck on the edge of the bed.

Bwahahahha!   I have NO sympathy.   I just smiled sweetly as I made a cup of coffee and laughed to myself, repeatedly thinking about the image I saw when I awoke at 5:00 a.m. to pee (part of the reason I have zero sympathy).   

Otherwise, we've been smooth sailing here.   We had a Dr.s appointment today to see if Zacharys ear infection had resurfaced (we were thinking this was the reason for his lack of sleeping in his own bed) but nope, ears are on the mend looking great...   He's got two canine teeth coming through the bottom and apparently his two year molars.

Last night was probably just the tip of our ice-berg, so if you don't hear from me by next week just assume I am in a corner somewhere, rocking violently, while I stare at my hair in a pile on the floor.  

Thursday, January 10, 2013

"N" is for Nesting and other crazy pregnancy stuff..

The letter of the day is "N" for "Nesting". 

Brought to you by pregnancy.  

Nesting Instinct

"Around the fifth month of pregnancy, the "nesting" instinct can set in. This is an uncontrollable urge to clean one's house brought on by a desire to prepare a nest for the new baby, to tie up loose ends of old projects and to organize your world."

This little tidbit comes from parenting weekly.

And all I can say is "Wowza" it's a doozey!    I can't tell you where my cell phone, keys, wallet, fork, or any other object I need is but holy hell can I clean!   It's truly remarkable, and it makes me really, really mad!  

Trust me, there is so much more I'd rather be doing than detail cleaning the cracks of my stove top/ oven/ door glass at 1:30 a.m.   But yet there I am scrubbing away like a mad woman...  Because apparently, newborn babies will need a spotlessly clean stove.  

My mind is fried, any intellectual thought process is gone and I am a cleaning, crying, round, chubby little mad woman.  

But enough of the "NESTING" talk today was a sad, sad day.   I've been mourning the loss of a dear friend.   We'll just call him 'Mr. French Onion Dip'

I lost it.  I just lost it.   I cried, for lack of a better term "like a baby".  Why you ask?  Oh because I found my bag of much needed potato chips in the fridge and my to die for French onion chip dip in my chip cabinet.     I can't even get mad at anyone since I'm certain I did it.   I think after a good thaw the chips will be fine but leaving my chip dip in the cabinet above a light fixture for 10 hours may have proved too much to think there's a chance of survival.  

I'm still clearly upset about this, but too lazy to go buy more tonight, so I've been reading this in attempt to understand my silly self a little better  Understanding your hormones during pregnancy.

This is one quote (in case you have no interest in the article). " Pregnancy is apt to turn any formerly sane and seemingly competent woman into a rather unpredictable creature; and with good reason! The culprits, it seems, are our hormones."   

Seems legit to me.   I have always been sane....   At least a little. 

Shut up. 


Tuesday, January 1, 2013

And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet , for auld lang syne.

Happy New Years everyone!  

While I did not partake in alcoholic toasts this year I still spent my night with some awesome guests, my loving family,  and ate like a true pig.   And I sincerely hope you all did the same!  

I've also spent the day thinking about my New Years Resolutions and decided that I'm not sure what my resolutions are or should be this year but I compiled a mini list below of possibles.  

All the years past they were lame and usual.  "Go on a diet, find true love, look good in a bikini, get a promotion".    Yada yada... 

Now it's more along the lines of
  • "Keep the child/children alive,
  • Don't forget to brush your hair or teeth more than twice a week, 
  • take at least one bubble bath this year,
  •  poop alone once a week,
  • talk Tom into painting my toenails since it's getting to the point where I can't reach, 
  • ( see also) talk Tom into shaving my hoo-hah because I almost can't reach that either". 
All extremely vital resolutions.  It's going to be a tough choice, I think I may keep the whole list. 

New Years Eve/Day highlights.  

We made it to midnight!!!  Sleepy but unscathed!!! 
Food!  OMG! FOOD!
Traditional Sour Kraut.   
Midnight kisses with the sweety.   Another year down and another to go! 
            And New Years Day cheerio vampire baby about sums it all up nicely!