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Thursday, December 25, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
O Holy Night
Disclaimer: If you don't approve of swear words, don't read this post.
O Holy Shit, is more like it. Carson and I were on our way home after some last minute shopping with Nate. The three of us hit the mall today and had lunch before Nate headed to work. (Nate stayed downtown for the Illinois/Mizzou hoop game. ILL-INI!) This all seems harmless, right? Nope.
As I entered our subdivision, the Yukon started sliding. Mind you, our house is in the back of a heavily wooded subdivision and is a 30-minute walk from the front of the subdivision. How do I know this....pay attention. The roads were covered with an inch and a half of ice. Add to that very steep inclines, deep ravines, and f'ing gravel roads and you have a clusterfu*k. Staying in the car was not an option; neither was driving. I quickly realized I somehow had to get this cutie home.
I fed Carson a bottle, re-strapped him into his car seat, put on my gloves, shoved the formula I had just bought into my backpack and left the car. I stomped through muddy ditches in the pouring rain to the nearest neighbor's house (Barb and Dave) with Carson's car seat hanging from my arm. Here's where it gets good. Barb and Dave's house was on the opposite side of the street. Since the roads were so slick, I couldn't get myself and Carson to the other side of the street without falling. I put his car seat flat on the ice, held on for dear life and literally slid on my ass (and pushed Carson!) across the street like a baseball player would slide into second base. Yep - I had on jeans, flats, my pea coat and a cashmere scarf. F'ing great.
Bryan, the neighbor who lives closest to us, actually met us at Barb and Dave's and carried Carson to our house as I walked behind him in the rain. By 6p, Carson and I were safely home, though wet and cold.
Needless to say, the stars are brightly shining on me tonight. Thank goodness for nice neighbors!
O Holy Shit, is more like it. Carson and I were on our way home after some last minute shopping with Nate. The three of us hit the mall today and had lunch before Nate headed to work. (Nate stayed downtown for the Illinois/Mizzou hoop game. ILL-INI!) This all seems harmless, right? Nope.
As I entered our subdivision, the Yukon started sliding. Mind you, our house is in the back of a heavily wooded subdivision and is a 30-minute walk from the front of the subdivision. How do I know this....pay attention. The roads were covered with an inch and a half of ice. Add to that very steep inclines, deep ravines, and f'ing gravel roads and you have a clusterfu*k. Staying in the car was not an option; neither was driving. I quickly realized I somehow had to get this cutie home.
I fed Carson a bottle, re-strapped him into his car seat, put on my gloves, shoved the formula I had just bought into my backpack and left the car. I stomped through muddy ditches in the pouring rain to the nearest neighbor's house (Barb and Dave) with Carson's car seat hanging from my arm. Here's where it gets good. Barb and Dave's house was on the opposite side of the street. Since the roads were so slick, I couldn't get myself and Carson to the other side of the street without falling. I put his car seat flat on the ice, held on for dear life and literally slid on my ass (and pushed Carson!) across the street like a baseball player would slide into second base. Yep - I had on jeans, flats, my pea coat and a cashmere scarf. F'ing great.
Bryan, the neighbor who lives closest to us, actually met us at Barb and Dave's and carried Carson to our house as I walked behind him in the rain. By 6p, Carson and I were safely home, though wet and cold.
Needless to say, the stars are brightly shining on me tonight. Thank goodness for nice neighbors!
Monday, December 22, 2008
My Apprentice
I am embarrassed to admit this, but I used to love watching Donald Trump's The Apprentice. I'm not reality TV-crazed per say, but I do enjoy watching a good competition. I especially liked the celebrity version of the show, which most recently starred Lennox Lewis, Trace Adkins and Piers Morgan.
Speaking of mini-mes, Carson is mine. We do everything together, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. No, wait - I will be trading in my mommy routine one month from today. Boo. Where has my professional drive gone, you ask? I have no idea. Work has rarely entered my mind since I left the office in September. To my PwC friends reading this, rest assured that your friend will return on January 20th. It may, however, take a while for the Missouri Market Sourcing Leader to get back in to the swing of things.
I wonder how I'll like being a working mother? I can tell you one thing, I can't get this song out of my head...
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
-Trace Adkins
Speaking of mini-mes, Carson is mine. We do everything together, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. No, wait - I will be trading in my mommy routine one month from today. Boo. Where has my professional drive gone, you ask? I have no idea. Work has rarely entered my mind since I left the office in September. To my PwC friends reading this, rest assured that your friend will return on January 20th. It may, however, take a while for the Missouri Market Sourcing Leader to get back in to the swing of things.
I wonder how I'll like being a working mother? I can tell you one thing, I can't get this song out of my head...
You're gonna miss this
You're gonna want this back
You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you're gonna miss this
-Trace Adkins
Friday, December 19, 2008
I'm sick of...
...having this blue thing shoved up my nose. Cold, Cold, go away. Carson Ross wants to play!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
My Very Own Name
I may not know how to read just yet, but I love to look at the pictures. My Very Own Name is my favorite book....I wonder if other babies enjoy listening to their mommy's tell them how I was born on September 29th and how a bunch of animals picked out their favorite letters to spell my name, Carson Earl Ross. Weird, if they do.
Anyway, here's me listening closely as Mommy reads my special book to me.
(Keith, Shelley, Mason and Lauren - what a great personalized gift!)
Anyway, here's me listening closely as Mommy reads my special book to me.
(Keith, Shelley, Mason and Lauren - what a great personalized gift!)
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Sleeping Beauty
an·to·nym [ ántənìm ] (plural an·to·nyms)
noun
Definition: word with opposite meaning: a word that means the opposite of another word. For example, "hot" is the antonym of "cold."
[Mid-19th century. < French antonyme< Greek anti- "against, opposite" + onuma "name"]
My baby is still an angel, but I see room for improvement. Carson spent most of last week "figuring out" how to sleep through the night. We put him to bed at his usual time and were pleasantly surprised when he woke at 4:45a on Tuesday, 5:45a on Wednesday, 6:45a on Thursday and 7:10a on Friday. How perfect! He's weening himself from the 3:30a feeding, right? Nope. To my dismay, he's reverted back to his middle of the night feeding. Last night's was at 2:00a! What!?!
Sleeping beauty, Carson is not. Waking wonder is more like it.
noun
Definition: word with opposite meaning: a word that means the opposite of another word. For example, "hot" is the antonym of "cold."
[Mid-19th century. < French antonyme< Greek anti- "against, opposite" + onuma "name"]
My baby is still an angel, but I see room for improvement. Carson spent most of last week "figuring out" how to sleep through the night. We put him to bed at his usual time and were pleasantly surprised when he woke at 4:45a on Tuesday, 5:45a on Wednesday, 6:45a on Thursday and 7:10a on Friday. How perfect! He's weening himself from the 3:30a feeding, right? Nope. To my dismay, he's reverted back to his middle of the night feeding. Last night's was at 2:00a! What!?!
Sleeping beauty, Carson is not. Waking wonder is more like it.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Mirror, Mirror...
It's been a busy weekend! Grammie and Paw-Paw Flesner came to visit, so we spent the weekend getting in the Christmas spirit. Well, maybe I should rephrase that a bit - we spent the weekend fighting for a parking spot at the mall, standing in line at registers and rooting around picked-over racks. How sad that these days, the "Christmas spirit" is partially driven by the rat-race of shopping for gifts for family and friends.
We went to a quaint little restaurant near our house for dinner last night. I was the only one at the table who didn't order an alcoholic drink, although after downing 6 or 7 Diet Cokes over the course of dinner and dessert, I suppose my caffeine rush was the equivalent of the buzz everyone else got from the wine. Oddly enough, I was perfectly fine sucking my drink of choice through a straw. Children don't care if you're hung-over; they need you regardless!
...on the wall. Who's the fairest of them all?
We went to a quaint little restaurant near our house for dinner last night. I was the only one at the table who didn't order an alcoholic drink, although after downing 6 or 7 Diet Cokes over the course of dinner and dessert, I suppose my caffeine rush was the equivalent of the buzz everyone else got from the wine. Oddly enough, I was perfectly fine sucking my drink of choice through a straw. Children don't care if you're hung-over; they need you regardless!
...on the wall. Who's the fairest of them all?
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Midnight Train
LAST NIGHT
It was 9:56 PM and I inched my way out of Carson's room after his night time ritual -diaper change with Dad, bath with Mom and Dad, snuggle time with Dad in the rocker while Mom picks out baby pjs, and finally, a bottle with Mom. (Last night was Nate's night to give Carson his bedtime bottle, but after an early morning for Nate, I took the feeding and sent Nate to bed.)
As I tip-toed downstairs, the Patricia Cornwell book I just bought caught my eye. (Sad, but true - I love the Kay Scarpetta series!) Every night since Carson has been in our life, I have headed to bed immediately after putting him down for the night. Not so last night; I had the urge for some me time. Nate was already in bed; Carson was "talking himself" to sleep, and the Christmas tree lights were twinkling.....all I wanted to do was curl up on the couch and read my new book. (The first piece of fiction I've picked up since I found out I was pregnant.) So, I did. I read by the light of the Christmas tree for over an hour while my boys slept.
Enough of the melodramatic verbiage -- it was f'ing great to sit by myself last night and do something that solely benefited yours truly! This is what life as a wife and mother is, isn't it. Sneaking in me time whenever possible. I'm down with it!
Journey said it best:
Don't stop believing
Hold on to that feeling
It was 9:56 PM and I inched my way out of Carson's room after his night time ritual -diaper change with Dad, bath with Mom and Dad, snuggle time with Dad in the rocker while Mom picks out baby pjs, and finally, a bottle with Mom. (Last night was Nate's night to give Carson his bedtime bottle, but after an early morning for Nate, I took the feeding and sent Nate to bed.)
As I tip-toed downstairs, the Patricia Cornwell book I just bought caught my eye. (Sad, but true - I love the Kay Scarpetta series!) Every night since Carson has been in our life, I have headed to bed immediately after putting him down for the night. Not so last night; I had the urge for some me time. Nate was already in bed; Carson was "talking himself" to sleep, and the Christmas tree lights were twinkling.....all I wanted to do was curl up on the couch and read my new book. (The first piece of fiction I've picked up since I found out I was pregnant.) So, I did. I read by the light of the Christmas tree for over an hour while my boys slept.
Enough of the melodramatic verbiage -- it was f'ing great to sit by myself last night and do something that solely benefited yours truly! This is what life as a wife and mother is, isn't it. Sneaking in me time whenever possible. I'm down with it!
Journey said it best:
Don't stop believing
Hold on to that feeling
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
ILL - INI
After Mizzou's ass-kicking this past weekend and embarrassing play these last few weeks, I thought it only appropriate to put Carson in my Alma mater's garb. He always seems to be cranky in his Mizzou onsies.
(What a great onsie, Kim. It was so good to see you today!)
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Turds
I'm not talking about Carson's poop. I'm talking about those hidden gems that you don't find during a home inspection. Gems that creep up on you. Annoy you. Don't get me wrong, the people who built our house did a great job with many aspects of the home; however, they seem to have cut corners in the strangest of places. We affectionately refer to these defects as "turds." Here is a list of our top ten turds to date.
10. Our door-bell doesn't work. The hanging chimes look beautiful but don't make a sound. After investigation, the circuit board doesn't work. What a great turd.
9. Our recessed kitchen lights suddenly don't work. The switch has power and is illuminated, but the freakin lights don't turn on. Thanks for that turd.
8. Our guest bedroom has a unique "cut-out." The cut-out houses wires and was covered by a closet door when we purchased the home. So it's not a closet, but a cover-up. Odd turd.
7. Remember that granite counter top post? Come to find out, the counters were not sealed when they were installed. No wonder we had so many water spots. Yeah, turd.
6. When landscaping and seeding our front yard, we accidentally dug up the power lines to our house. The builder didn't bury them deep enough. Yard turds.
5. For some reason, the garage sink does not have hot water, and we can't quite figure out why. Cold turd.
4. At least four outlets in our house were listed as "phone line" when we moved in. Plug in a phone to the "phone outlet" and make calls, right? Wrong. The house was not wired for phone service. Who's calling, please? Turd.
3. Fireplace blower turd. Listen for yourself.
2. Our heating/cooling system came with a built-in humidifier. This is great! No. We found out that the home-builders wired it with 220 volts when it required 110 volts. Needless to say, we had to buy a new motor. This cost us $750. What an expensive turd. (Turd alert - Nate just came upstairs and said we need to buy two new humidifier filters. Special order of course. Damn turd!)
1. Our master shower was completed on November 24th. Yes, it took over 5 months to fix this leaky turd.
Do you have turds?
10. Our door-bell doesn't work. The hanging chimes look beautiful but don't make a sound. After investigation, the circuit board doesn't work. What a great turd.
9. Our recessed kitchen lights suddenly don't work. The switch has power and is illuminated, but the freakin lights don't turn on. Thanks for that turd.
8. Our guest bedroom has a unique "cut-out." The cut-out houses wires and was covered by a closet door when we purchased the home. So it's not a closet, but a cover-up. Odd turd.
7. Remember that granite counter top post? Come to find out, the counters were not sealed when they were installed. No wonder we had so many water spots. Yeah, turd.
6. When landscaping and seeding our front yard, we accidentally dug up the power lines to our house. The builder didn't bury them deep enough. Yard turds.
5. For some reason, the garage sink does not have hot water, and we can't quite figure out why. Cold turd.
4. At least four outlets in our house were listed as "phone line" when we moved in. Plug in a phone to the "phone outlet" and make calls, right? Wrong. The house was not wired for phone service. Who's calling, please? Turd.
3. Fireplace blower turd. Listen for yourself.
2. Our heating/cooling system came with a built-in humidifier. This is great! No. We found out that the home-builders wired it with 220 volts when it required 110 volts. Needless to say, we had to buy a new motor. This cost us $750. What an expensive turd. (Turd alert - Nate just came upstairs and said we need to buy two new humidifier filters. Special order of course. Damn turd!)
1. Our master shower was completed on November 24th. Yes, it took over 5 months to fix this leaky turd.
Do you have turds?
Saturday, December 6, 2008
I'm obsessed.
With my child, that is. Carson has started to smile at me when I pick him up out of his crib in the morning. I never imagined that "Good morning, Sweetheart!" would produce such a response. It makes my heart melt really.
Good-bye, tough Trish. Hello, mushy Mommy!
Good-bye, tough Trish. Hello, mushy Mommy!
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Piece of Cake
It's Carson! Let me fill you in on my last few days.....
1.) I love the taste of cherry-flavored Tylenol! How do I know this? I got my first round of shots yesterday. They hurt so bad - having chubby little legs did not lessen the pain Nurse Lexie caused when she shoved 3 needles into my thighs. I'm better now, but I sure did feel yucky yesterday.
2.) I'm big! I am 24 inches long (85%) and weigh 12 pounds 7.5 ounces (75%). I know that my daddy wants me to be 6'4" tall so that I can dunk. Daddy, I'm well on my way!
3.) Mommy found a new home-away-from-home for me for when she goes back to work. She cried a bit this morning while trying to tell me how much fun I'd have with Miss Kim and the other babies at day care. Don't worry about me, Mommy. I'll be just fine. Don't be sad!
4.) It's Grandpa Ross' special day today. Mommy and I are going to meet Daddy and the rest of the family for dinner tonight to celebrate. I know it's too early to eat big people food, but I'd really like to eat a piece of cake. I have a sweet tooth because of all that Karo syrup Mommy and Daddy have been putting in my bottles. Thanks for that, Guys. Anyway, happy birthday, Grandpa!!!
Peace out for now!
-Carson
1.) I love the taste of cherry-flavored Tylenol! How do I know this? I got my first round of shots yesterday. They hurt so bad - having chubby little legs did not lessen the pain Nurse Lexie caused when she shoved 3 needles into my thighs. I'm better now, but I sure did feel yucky yesterday.
2.) I'm big! I am 24 inches long (85%) and weigh 12 pounds 7.5 ounces (75%). I know that my daddy wants me to be 6'4" tall so that I can dunk. Daddy, I'm well on my way!
3.) Mommy found a new home-away-from-home for me for when she goes back to work. She cried a bit this morning while trying to tell me how much fun I'd have with Miss Kim and the other babies at day care. Don't worry about me, Mommy. I'll be just fine. Don't be sad!
4.) It's Grandpa Ross' special day today. Mommy and I are going to meet Daddy and the rest of the family for dinner tonight to celebrate. I know it's too early to eat big people food, but I'd really like to eat a piece of cake. I have a sweet tooth because of all that Karo syrup Mommy and Daddy have been putting in my bottles. Thanks for that, Guys. Anyway, happy birthday, Grandpa!!!
Peace out for now!
-Carson
Monday, December 1, 2008
I work hard for the money.
For those of you familiar with the "projects" Nate and I do, you know that I have been on sabbatical from all things DIY since this past January. Well, kiss the "Nate Ross Project List" FMLA good-bye, because I (Yes, me only!) stripped and sealed our granite counter tops yesterday.
I kept telling Nate, "We better start this if we want to use our kitchen tomorrow." He didn't budge, so I started the project myself, thinking he'd eventually join in. He didn't, at least not until my silent treatment was undeniable.
Needless to say, Weekend Warrior Trish is back in business. Boo. Donna Summer sums it up best:
She works hard for the money. So hard for it, Honey.
She works hard for the money. So you better treat her right.
I kept telling Nate, "We better start this if we want to use our kitchen tomorrow." He didn't budge, so I started the project myself, thinking he'd eventually join in. He didn't, at least not until my silent treatment was undeniable.
Needless to say, Weekend Warrior Trish is back in business. Boo. Donna Summer sums it up best:
She works hard for the money. So hard for it, Honey.
She works hard for the money. So you better treat her right.
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