Happy Halloweeny!!!!

Hell Yes!

So a couple of weeks ago, Hubs surprised me with a chance to win a night with the running backs of the NY Giants football club.

I about fell over when I heard this amazing news, and prayed to God we would win the auction.

I called everyone in NY to brace them, should B and I just be happening to stop by :)

Then... the Giants lost to the craptastic Browns and THEN the evening was cancelled. Just. Like. That.

I was so heartbroken. I was sure Tom Coughlin was pissed about them loosing and determined he must have told the players they were unable to attend.

Anyhoo, Hubs had already booked tickets (since we were well in the lead of the bidding) and when they cancelled we had to re-arrange a bunch of crap to not get charged.

So... he proceeded to write the company a letter stating how dissapointed I was and blah blah blah.

They replied with an email stating, there wasn't anything they could do about the evening, but they would be happy to send us something because we were such good customers.

Hubs thought I would get something baseball or basketball (none of which I am too interested in) and we forgot about it.

Until today...

The doorbell rang, and outside my door was a huge box.

I came inside, opened the package and VOILA...

An amazing, SIGNED picture of Brandon Jacobs (the current NY Giant runningback) giving a redskin the stiff arm, framed (similar to the one above).

I was litterally jumping off the walls. This is the most amazing addition to my collection.

Thanks Hubs for being such an amazing man who loves (and appreciates) my NY Giant obsession!

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P.S. As of today, telemarketers are allowed to call your cell phone. They use up your minutes and it is completely legal. Go to http://www.donotcall.gov/ and register all your numbers!

Wordless Wednesday

Chillin' with Mochachino

Always smiling!

This Wednesday I am so thankful for 10 toes, 10 fingers, a blessed life and an always smiling baby.

I saw this youtube on Oprah and not only was Oprah and Celine Dion crying, but I was bawling.

Especially being a new mom. OMG - I can't imagine.

Today, I thank the Lord for all the amazing things I have been blessed with!

The ABC's

A - Age: twenty-seven.. EEK! That is getting a little too close to 30 for my taste.

B - Band listening to right now: um... that would be a negative. I am watching MLB though... Go Phillies :) Did you see that home run the pitcher hit last night... suuuweet.

C - Career future: Housewife - most of the time, Recruiter - passionate about, but takes too much time at the moment, Singer - my most favorite dream!

D - Dad's name: Ken

E - Easiest person to talk to: I guess my Mom? Nah... my dad!

F - Favorite type of shoe: Stillettos baby!

G – Grapes or Grapefruit: Grapefruit hands down, but it is true that it can mess with your antibiotics - should you be taking one. By the way, if you take an antibiotic it also makes your birth control NULL and void! Take note ladies.

H – Hometown: Near DC, VA. The most awesome people, beautiful weather, and oh yeah... it just happens to be the nations capital.

I – Instrumental talent: Yeah, that would be another negative. I did try to learn to play the guitar when I was pregnant, but trying to strap a guitar across your chest with a protruding belly is a sight in itself.

J – Juice of choice: Grapefruit - but only the real stuff. None of that Ruby Red crap with all that added sugar. I like straight, bitter juice, and NEVER any pulp... ugh! That is my special drink though, since I am diabetic it sends my sugar to all time highs.

K – Koala Bear or Panda Bear: Koala, but I heard they were mean. They still look cute though.

L - Longest car ride ever: I don't even remember how long that damn trip was, but TX to NY with my best friend. We did it in 3 days and it was awesome. Until we got held captive by my 80 year old grandmother once we got to NY. Gotta love her!

M – Middle name: I no longer have one. I hated it from birth, so when I got married, I dropped it and exchanged it for my Maiden Name ;-)

N - Number of jobs you've had: OK.. this could take a while. I started off selling awesome baby products, then I moved to selling candles and then I waited tables. After I did that, I found my real passion... recruiting. I love finding people better jobs. It is a lot of hard work and a lot of hours, but it is so awesome.

O- OCD traits: Um... I think the only thing is the bed has to be made before I can go to sleep and a clean house before I can sit my booty down. I don't know if that is OCD but that is all I got?

P - Phobia[s]: Heights, kind of. If I have to, I'll get up there, but basically I am not afraid of anything. Oooh, actually, I take that back. I am TERRIFIED of haunted houses. When I was a brownie (oh yes you read that correctly - like 8) we were taken to a haunted house and some monster guy grabbed me (thinking it was so freaking funny) and that was it. I have been terrified ever since. I tried to go in High School with my then BF, but I ended up having to sit in the kids room and color. Yes, I know, tragic!

Q - Quote: My favorite quote lately... "I didn't slap you... I just high fived your face" :D A more serious quote is from the book I am reading, The Shack. It said, "I suppose since relationships cause us the most hurt, it should also teach us the most about healing."

S - Song you sang last: Sleep, Baby, Sleep, to my little one, right before bed.

T - Time you wake up: 5 AM and 6 AM - or whenever Mr Man decides he's awake.

U - Unknown fact about me: I can make my tongue into a 3 leaf clover? Yes, it is weird, but I think that is the only thing?

V - Vegetable you hate: I am going to go with Peas here, because I hate when people put disgusting peas in a dish, just to make it look pretty. People, they are green, find something else. They taste like ass. Blugh!

W - Worst habit: Hot ITALIAN temper. OH boy! Hang on to your shorts boys and girls because when Momma gets mad, people are Gonna know :)

X - X-rays you've had: lets just put the whole body. When I was in the ICU and the hospital for that long time, they scanned, like everything. They couldn't figure out what was wrong. Plus, I get migraines, so they are always scanning my brain. Not to mention my horrible stomach, they have made me drink so much crap while they scanned, and most recently the awesome thyroid.

Y - Yummiest food my belly likes: Daddy's cooking. Or My moms stuffed shells, scampi, Eggplant or Chicken cutlets. Mmmmm.... home cooked Italian. Delish!

Z - Zodiac sign: Gemini... can you tell :D

Can you spoil a 6 month old?

Because with the way B is acting, I feel like we are headed in that direction.

I can't put Mr Man down without him crying. Then, when he sees me going somewhere, he screams even louder to get my attention. Being the new mom that I am, I come rushing to his side.

I have tried to ignore him, but he just seems so pittiful.

We still have the cold - this thing is a bitch and a half - but I am not sure it is that.

When I ignore him and let him cry for 1 minute or so, he distracts himself and is fine.

I am going to make a doc's apt for me today, to see if I can take anything, so we are not giving it right back to each other.

I just don't know what to do. I am running on empty with 7 days of not sleeping and no help from Hubs.

Any Mommy advice?

My Heart Skipped a Beat!

This morning, around 8 AM, I was getting B's bottle ready. I got everything prepared, propped him up on a pillow on the couch and reached for the bottle on the table. I kept my hand on the side of him, when the next thing I knew he dove (head first) towards the bottle and landed on the top of his head, on the carpet.

I screamed, he screamed and I ran downstairs towards hubs. Hubs jumped out of bed and we checked B from head to toe.

I got on the phone to the nurses line and they called back within minutes and told me what to look for. Crossed eyes, one pupil larger than the other, not moving arms or legs, and vomiting. Luckily, B had none of those, so I took him out of the carseat, and let him play on the floor.

I was still scared and my heart was still beating, so when B let out another cry, I told hubs to put on some shoes, b/c we were headed to the ER.

We got to the ER at around 9 AM and the nurse, PA and doctor all checked him out and said he was absolutely fine. Thank you Lord! I was so scared.

The moral of this story...

A. Don't let an (almost crawling) baby be on a couch while reaching for anything

B. $75 is easily worth peace of mind

C. Kiss your baby, loved one and parents every day (if you can) just in case it is the last.

The Shack by William P. Young

I started reading this book that a friend suggested and so far it is pretty interesting. I heard this quote and it resinated with my heart. Hope you enjoy...

I suppose that since most of our hurts come through relationships so will our healing, and I know that grace rarely makes sense for those looking in from the outside.

Chicken Soup for the Soul

I will leave you with a beautiful story from Chicken Soup for the Soul II. Hubs' Aunt bought me this book and it is so uplifting, I thought every Friday I would share a story with you...

And in case you are keeping track, the cold is worse today than it has been. Yesterday, I thought it was on its way out, but somehow it has come back and decided to stay for dinner and a movie. Mr Man is sleeping (or trying to - he keeps waking up b/c he can't breathe from his nose) and I feel like my head is going to explode and snot is going to come shooting out of my ear. TMI - I know, but I want to cry I feel so bad.

The Green Pajamas

I often watched from inside the house as my mother lugged a bucket of coal up the back steps. There were seventeen steps, and she usually brought up three loads of coal. She'd smile at me when she passed the window. Many times I'd shout through the glass, "Let me help!"
Her answer remained the same. "No. You stay inside where it's warm, Mannie. This only takes a minute. Besides, there's only one bucket." I must have been about nine years old.
You shouldn't have to do this, Mama. You've already worked all day in an office, I know you're tired.
Sometimes I wouldn't watch out the window. I'd busy myself in some other part of the house until I knew the coal for the next day had been brought up. Often I'd think about my friends who had fathers who could bring coal in. My own father had died before I was two.
Yet, even though my mother had to go to work each day and I missed not having a father, our life together in our small house included lots of happiness.
As I grew older, I'd bring up the coal some days before my mother got home from work. It was terribly heavy, and I could never seem to get an adequate supply. I longed to find some way to make things better for her.
Unexpectedly, when I was about thirteen, I got a temporary job wrapping Christmas gifts at a local department store on the weekends. Although I was young and inexperienced, I worked quickly and earned twenty-three cents an hour. I was to get paid just before Christmas.
I wanted to get my mother something special that year - something to make life easier for her. After work one evening, I went window shopping. I saw what my mother must have. A dark-haired mannequin modeled it. She had a radiant smile, and there were no tired lines on her face. She appeared pampered and relaxed in the moss green satin lounging pajamas and short matching robe. She was about the size of my mother, I thought. I strained to see the price tag, turning my head almost upside down.
Twenty-five dollars and ninety-five cents. It was a fortune in 1950!
I had no idea if I would earn that much money. And even if I did, someone else might buy the beautiful set before I did. "Dear God," I prayed, looking intently at the pajamas, "hold them for me. Don't let anyone buy them and let me make $25.95 at least."
Many evenings after work I stood in front of the shop window looking at the pajamas, smiling with deep satisfaction, relieved that they were still there.
Two nights before Christmas, I got paid. I poured my money out of my pay envelope and counted it. Twenty-seven dollars and thirteen cents!! I had more than enough. I ran to the store with the money in my pocket. I entered out of breath and said to the saleslady, "I want to buy the beautiful pajamas set in the window. It's $25.95."
The saleswoman knew my mother and me. She smiled warmly, but suggested, "Marion, don't you think your mother would rather have something more... practical?"
I shook my head. I didn't even understand her subtly and kindly meant suggestion. Nothing on earth could have changed my mind. Those pajamas were for my mother. God had kept everyone from buying them, and I had the money to pay for them. I watched almost breathlessly as the woman took the pajamas and robe out of the window. While she got a box, I reached out and touched the soft satin. It was an exquisit moment. She wrapped the gift in soft tissue paper first, then in Christmas paper.
Finally, with the large package under my arm, I headed home. I put my mother's gift under the tree wondering how I would wait until Christmas morning.
When it dawned, I couldn't even open any of my gifts until my mother opened hers. I watched with a pounding heart.
She pulled back the tissue paper and her mouth formed a silently "O." She touched the pajamas with one finger - then held up the robe. She looked at me and said, "Oh, Mannie! It is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!. I don't know how you managed it, but I love it!"
I smiled and said, "Put it on, Mama."
She did and cooked breakfast in the outfit. All morning and afternoon she told me how much she loved the gift. I knew she would. She showed it to everyone who came by.
Through the years, even after they'd fallen apart, my mother would still tell people about those pajamas.
I reasoned that somehow my gift had made up for her having to bring in coal, build fires and walk to work. Each evening my mother would put on her satin pajamas and we'd sit by the first listening to the radio, reading or talking.
A s a child, I never realized that I should have gotten her a sweater of boots. No one could have talked me into it, for the green satin pajamas seemed to transport us into another world, just as I knew they would.
Many years late, after I had children of my own, my mother was visiting with us one Christmas. Despite the joy of the season, I was a bit weary. It seemed like I'd been tired for months - maybe years. I'd finally come to realize that motherhood is a full-time, often mundane job, every day. The demands of raising a family had begun to show on my face and in my attitude.
The children squealed and tore into their presents. We were knee-deep in paper, which, I thought with irritation I'd later have to clean up. Just then, my mother handed me a present. "Merry Christmas, Mannie," she said softly.
She hadn't opened her gifts. She watched me as I carefully opened the large golden package. I folded back pink tissue paper and caught my breath. Slowly I lifted out the most beautiful, elegant pink and gold silk lounging robe I'd ever seen. I ran my hand over the gold embossed design. "Ohhh," was all I could manage for a few moments. Then I said, "I can't believe it's for me. It's not something a mother would wear." I looked down at my worn flannel robe through a blur of tears.
"Put it on," my mother urged.
As I threw off the old robe, it seemed that I shed discouragement and weariness, too. I stood up wrapped in the lovely silk rove, knowing fully how Cinderela must have felt.
"Hey," one of the children said, "look at Mama. She's pretty." Everyone looked at me. My husband smiled.
Standing there that Christmas morning in the elegant robe, I suddenly remembered back through the years and recalled those green satin pajamas. I looked at my mother, I believe she remembered them, too. She must have, to have known how desperately I needed that robe. There was no need to say anything. We both understood the gifts too well.

~Marion Bond West

THE cold

Is officially kicking our arses!!

It entered Mr Man (I am guessing) around Sunday, proceeded to myself Monday evening and now Hubs is in the full throws of it. I hate this cold!

Monday night Mr Man and I got a total of 40 minutes of sleep. It was physically and emotionally exhausting. All I did was cry and pray that B would go to sleep. Hubs is out of the office, so I was flying solo.

Then yesterday my mom came over (thanks Mom) and let me take an hour or so break. She also bought a Vicks vapor nightlight. That thing was awesome!! And I also got some Lipton Noodle soup (the best soup) and a breather. PHew!

Last night was much better. Mr Man got some sleep, I got some sleep, and I have sanitized every darn thing that baby has touched. So I am praying this thing is on its way out.

According to the doc, it should leave our systems by the end of the weekend. We do have a virus and really there is nothing we can do but sleep and make sure we have plenty of fluids. Easier said than done, especially when a 6 moth old doesn't understand why he can't breathe out of his nose.

Just an update... I am off to go chase Mr Mobile around the floor. Oh man, I hope he feels better, he sure is back to his loud self :D

1st Cold :(

So, today was a sad day. B had his first cold. I have called the doc, but really nothing can be done with a cold.

It all started Sunday, I just knew something was up. He wasn't his loud, chattering self. He was quite and just sitting there, playing with his toys. He ate fine and slept fine, but I just had a gut feeling.

Then yesterday, we woke up as usual, and after about an hour, he went to sleep again. I decided to stay home, maybe run some errands and just play it by ear.

Unfortunately today it hit. Runny nose, a cough, tired and cranky. Like I said before, I called the doc, but really they can't do anything for a cold, so she told me to love on him. Keep his head elevated, and try saline drops and sucking the nose.

OK... what they failed to mention about squirting sailine drops into your 6 month old is

A. they have to sit still so you can drop (just one) drop of saline in their nose then

B. proceed to suck said saline out of squirming, screaming 6 month old, who hates you at this particular moment, and is digging his nails into your skin reminding you that they should also remind you that you should remember to clip their nails before ever pouring saline down any nose. If you're a doctor... please take note. Kthx!

So... as the day progressed the nose has gotten stuffier, and of course, I am feeling ill. My throat hurts, I am exhausted and B has taken three 20 minute naps all day :) Gotta love it.

Not to mention he is teething, so clear snot mixed with drool, mixed with a sleeve in the mouth is a brilliant combination. I swear, they NEED to tell you these things.

I am not quite sure how I am going to keep Mr Mobile elevated all night, as he is a nocturnal acrobat, but I am sure I will manage.

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On a postive note, Mr Man has mastered Green Beens AND Sweet Potatoes. Oh yeah! BRING IT ON!

I Marvel

I marvel at the thought of where my life is and where it used to be...

We wake at 5 AM (oh yeah, you read that right - people without kids, LOVE that 7 AM alarm clock :D) we eat at 7:30, we take a nap, we get out of the house, do some dishes, do some laundry, finally hit the sack and yes... wake up and do it all again the next day.

The thing is, I just love it. It is an indescribable love. It is not like I love doing stuff around the house, but it is the fact that this IS my job.

Sometimes, I look around and get a little jealous that I can't re-decorate my house b/c we no longer have 2 incomes, but really, who needs that stuff. I have a roof, a tivo and great friends and family. Pretty much I'm good.

I saw this book the other day that said, Nap Time is the New Happy Hour, and I just burst out laughing. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. Flat shoes, hair a wreck, spit-up on my shoulder, and glasses askew. Then I looked at my little man and Poof! I didn't care.

I look back at myself and I used to be so vain, so "involved" with my image. Now, I could give a rats ass. My priority is clean diapers, a clean house, a happy hubs and good nights rest.

It is just so bizarre how in mere seconds your life can go from "what can I do for myself today" to "how can I help that little person today."

I remember lying in the hospital bed, pale as a ghost, shaking uncontrollably, and only worrying about feeding my little man. It is like God switches a flip in your head and says, YOU no longer count (as much), that little thing you just spent 9 hours (or 2o minutes in my case) popping out, is your new world.

Now I know how mothers get so wrapped up in their children it takes over their lives. I used to think that about people. But, truthfully, maybe they have so much love, so much bursting-at-the-seams-love, that they just want to talk about it with everyone they come in contact with?

Sometimes, I just have to sit back and marvel at where I was and where I am.

Hmmm....

A Bloggy Award!

My very first bloggy award... Woot!!

Apparently, I spread the love? Thanks Lacey!

So... my 5 favorite people that "spread the love" are: (in no particular order)

1. Missy @ Grayson's Anatomy - because every time I read this blog I pee my pants with laughter at her adorable little boy.

2. Rachel @ Confessions of a Jersey Girl - because, although we haven't met, she is one of the greatest friends. She even sent me a dozen NJ Onion bagels when I was pregnant. Hell yes!

3. Sarah @ Sensibly Sassy - because she always comments and makes me smile!

4. d.a.r @ The student and the soldier - because althought she may deny it, she is one amazingly stong woman. And I have amazing respect for her!

5. Hot Momma @ Oh the Pressures! - because she is spot on with all my feelings and emotions, pretty much all the time. Plus, I think Stud Muffin (her significant other) is a NY Giants fan. So, that pretty much seals the deal for me :D

6 Months!!!

My water bottle!

Ha ha!!

Isn't this my changing table? What are you doing?


You're silly Momma!

Oh.. Momma... enough already.

I told you I was done!

Today, Mr Man is half a year old... can you believe it? I sure can't!

That Stats:

Weight: 18 lbs (50%)

Height: 26 1/4 in (50%)

This month Mr Man has conquered quite a few new things:

• He can sit up completely unassisted
• He babbles (dadadadadad) and squeals all the time
• He recognizes his own name
• He picks things up
• He reaches for stuff and schooches towards it
• He LOVES his Momma and Daddy!
• He rolls anywhere he wants to go
• He spins in a circle with his legs
  

This month Mr Man has:

• Tried on his Halloween costume (check back Halloween for the MOST adorable pic
• Wore his NY Giants sweat suit in a picture
• Went to a pumpkin patch
• Sat in some grass - he wasn't quite sure about that
• Went on LOTS of walks in his awesome strollers
• Went shopping for new clothes
• Wore lots of hats!
  

Some things Mr Man has taught his Momma:

• Patience
• Sleep Deprivation is not really that bad, especially when you get to see that face everyday
• Money isn't everything. Time means a whole lot more to me now.
• Playing on the floor is a lot more fun than buying new stuff.
• I always have a little more. Just when I think I am too tired and I have no more to give, I do.

Some things we are looking forward to:

• Our first Halloween
• Our first Thanksgiving
• Our first Christmas Eve and Christmas (no squid this year ;-)
• Visiting NY and all our relatives
• Being introduced to new fruits and vegitables!

PO'd!!!!

Today, I woke up at 4:30 in the morning (and had fasted since Midnight last night) to go and get my tilt table test. This was THE test to tell me why my BP is so low and why the fainting spells are occuring. I head out the door and I was ready for whatever they were going to throw at me.

First, (I need a Garmin) but I turned on the wrong highway - thank you Texas for naming highways a name and also a number. See, before I left hubs tells me to turn onto highway 12, so I am driving and looking and no highway 12. Then, all of sudden I see downtown right in front of me? Um... ok, I am not stupid and I realize I have gone too far. Call hubs. Hubs - pissed off that I can't find my way - yells to turn onto this highway. I, in turn, yell at him, telling him there is no highway called that, only some guys name. Oh guess what?? That's right, there are 2 names and apparently you are supposed to know all names to the highway.

Finally, I arrive at the hospital. I am escorted to day surgery, where they proceed to tell me to take off my clothes, put this awesome gown on (NOT!) and wait for the cardiologist. About 10 minutes later, the phone in my room rings. I thought they had the wrong number, so I let it ring, but it doesn't stop ringing. Hmm? So I pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hi - Mrs (my name), this is the cardiologist and I am not sure why no one called you, but this test was cancelled. I don't know who dropped the ball, but we are not going to be able to do your test today."

"I'm sorry... WHAT? I just woke up at 4:30 in the morning, left my baby with my husband, drove all the way down here and now you can't do the test? Why?"

"I think it was an oversight with my office. We were supposed to have called and told you the test was cancelled."

At this point I think steam was actually coming OUT of my ears, when the cath lab manager came in to tell me how sorry he was. I accepted his apology, got dressed, headed home and here I am.

No freaking test. No freaking answers. Wide awake and starving. And no one to blame.

I am so pissed off I don't even know what to do. This was the last damn test. The final test to tell me what was wrong. OMG!

Wordless Wednesday

They call him Mr Mobile!

Crap-Tastic!

Last night the Giants lost to the craptastic Browns. I mean, really Eli, how many freakin interceptions can you throw in a game. Just when we look good and go against a 1-3 team (2 and 3 now) do we fall apart. BLUGH!

I have to get more blood drawn for more freaking tests today and I have to get an EKG. Is there anything else my docs would like to throw at me? I may look like a human pin cushion but I have feelings too :( Stop poking at me.. boo!

My grandmother tore some ligiments in her ankle and I am thinking about going up there. She is in an apartment in NY where there are only stairs, so I am worried she is being held hostage in her own apartment. It would be a lot with the baby (and no hubs) but sometimes Moms have to be SuperMoms! I can do it! Plus I would get to see all my family and they would finally get to meet B.

Anything craptastic about your day?

Rocks, Pebbles, Sand

I saw this on one of my favorite blogs, Sensibly Sassy, and I just couldn't resist sharing it with all of you.

I think this is just a great message! Thanks SS!!!

A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him.

When the class began, wordless, he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks, rocks about two inches in diameter.

He then asked the students if the jar was full?

They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar gently. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.

The students laughed and then agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course , the sand filled up everything else.

"Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things-your family, your partner, your children, your health,-anything that is so important to you that if it were lost, you would be nearly destroyed.

The pebbles are the other things that matter-your job, your house, your car.

The sand is everything else. The small stuff."

"If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks.

The same goes for your life. If you spend all your energy and time on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are really important to you."

"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Take care of the rocks first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities.

The rest is just sand..."

A baby bro, a baby boy and a FAB meal!

Baby Bro and B

B and his uncle (baby bro)

B, ready to go, in his NEW white shoes :)

Equals... the PERFECT Sunday!

First, the fam and in laws and ourselves went shopping (yippee!) Like I need more clothes, but I am NOT complaining. Ooohhh, I LOVE clothes. I found some really cute stuff at Express, but I will have to wait until they arrive under the tree. Squee! Oh man! I can't believe Christmas is right around the corner. Ohhhh yeah!

Then, we came home and watched the most brilliant Cowboy football game. Too bad they lost... actually I am ecstatic (on the inside - gotta keep the hubs happy) because I am a Giants fan, but they don't play until tomorrow. When they will be 5-0... OH YEAH!!!!

And finally, hubs cooked this AMAZING dinner of parmesan and rosemary crusted pork loin with asparagus and new potatoes. MMmmmm! Brilliant.

It was such a great day... how was yours?

Our first pumpkin patch...

See below for details :)

Pumpkin Patch... here we come!

This is my mom and I, on my second halloween :)

Yippeee! Mr Man and I (and hubs!) are getting to go to the pumpkin patch today. I am so excited to get some great photo ops and to pick out Mr Man's very first pumpkin.

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On a health note, THANK YOU for all the prayers, because I went to the doctor yesterday and I do not have cancer. Thank you Lord!!! She said my nodules were too small to even biopsy. Yeah! Why the doctor couldn't have told me that, I have no idea, but I am thankful none the less.

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This weekend; however, I would ask that you pray for a very dear friend who just found out she has breast cancer. Her husband is having health issues as well and she is headed in for surgery some time next week.

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Hope you all have a fabulous weekend and pictures soon to come of the pumpkin patch!

Wordless Wednesday

Check out my awesome mew hat Mommy bought me :) Isn't it great?

~B

Thankful!

You know what is funny? Although, I get frusterated and tired, I just LOVE having a child around me at all times. B has taught me so many things that I just don't think living in a world of adults, you really get to experience.

• He makes me realize his laughter is the best medicine.


• He makes me think of new ways to laugh.


• He makes me think about how learning new things everyday is an important part of a day.


• He makes me thankful for everything that I was never thankful for, like groceries and time, and beautiful weather.


• He makes me smile, just when his little face popps in my head.


• He just makes me happy, in general

I think children enter our lives, because for most of us, it is a reminder of such a happy time. They make you remember all those amazing adventures you experienced as a little one.

This Friday, Mr Man and I, and some girlfriends and their kids, are all headed to a pumpkin patch. I mean, remember the last time you went to a pumpkin patch... without a child? I sure don't.

Tonight, I am just so thankful Mr Man has entered my life and for all the daily joys he brings. I wish I was rich and could have a brood. His first smile and first experiences make me truly appreciate the wonder of God.

Oh Happy Day!!

So... pretty much I have sucked this weekend on my sugar challenge :) So much for being healthier. However, I haven't been lazy! I found THE most amazing recipe for pumpkin bread, and of course, doctored it... Italian style. Well, not really, just made it my own :D

Go ahead and check it out! It will be sure to bring you into that fall mood and warm your house with that warm pumpkin and fresh baked smell. Mmmmm!

http://cookingintexas.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-bread.html

Sugar Challenge!

So I was watching the Ellen show yesterday and there was this nutritionist on there who said that Cheese, Chocolate and Sugar, when eaten, release small amounts of opiates that put happy thoughts (and feelings) in your brain. So, the more you eat it, the more "false" happy you feel. The problem is, the "high" only lasts as long as your are eating it and it is being digested.

What is funny is that when I was pregnant I started craving sweets, especially desert after meals. So... being pregnant, I indulged myself. Now; however, I can't stop. I see an ice cream commercial and I want ice cream. I see chocoloate... and Poof! I am on a mission to get me some chocolate. Not to mention I am lactose intollerant and Italian (which is really like God's sick joke), but I LOVE cheese, unfortunately, every time I eat it I become sickly!

So... I am throwing out this challenge. The nutritionist said that if you stop eating sugar, chocolate and cheese for 7 - 10 days, the toxins/opiates will be removed from your body and you will no longer crave these things. Obviously, I am trying to get as healthy as possible, so I am going to try it.

Who's with me??

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On the health front... we did get the scan results and, unfortunately, they were not what we were hoping for. We are being sent to an endocrinologist. Thank you again for all your prayers and well wishes. I am SURE everything will be fine. God has a plan and I believe this with all my heart!!! Whatever comes my way, I know this is God's plan for me.

Dear...

Dear Teeth,

Please arrive and show your little white heads. You are wreaking havoc on my poor little man! My best friend said to put pacifiers in the fridge(THANK YOU Missy!!) and that is the only thing (and Tylenol) that helps. I am so sad for him. He is just screaming and trying desperatly to stop the pain. So if you could hurry your little selves up and pop through the gums, I would really appreciate it. Kthx!
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Dear Doctors,

Please find out what the hell is wrong with me. I don't care what it is, cancer or not, I just really want someone to find out what is wrong. Kthx!
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Dear Mocha (my chihuahua),

Can you take a class or something to make you smarter? You are the dumbest dog I have ever met. PS While you're at it, can you take a potty training class, then come back and be obedient and smart. Kthx!


Any dear's you want to add?

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