Argh! I can't believe that three days ago, I made the momentous decision to hang up the blogging only to be sucked right back in. And it's no one's fault but mine -- all of the things going on in my life are requiring commentary! Desserts with skirts! Home buying! Loan approval! Babies who nap! Must...comment!
So yeah, I'm pretty much the Brett Favre of blogging. I had mainly decided to take some time off due to my insanely-frustrating nap-striking child. I just was not able to get ANYTHING done during the day, let alone type something for fun. And I figured, with my Virgoean logic, that if I can't get my chores done, I should be making time for fun, either. Hence my decision; bye-bye blog.
But then miraculously, after I sat Scotty down and literally explained to him what I expect ("Wake up at 7am...let's play for awhile. And then you can go back to bed at 9am. Sleep until 10:30 or 11:00...really, you'll like it. Then we can play again, and then go back down for a nap around 1pm..." You get the drift. He looked at me the whole time with his enormous blue eyes, listening intently)...he followed through. We had our come-to-Jesus talk on Sunday, and yesterday, I was rewarded with a 1 hour and 45 minute morning nap. Glory be! And right now, he is sleeping soundly. Again. Second day in a row. Have we turned a corner? I don't know; let's just hope it continues.
And yes, this home buying stuff is taking up an insane amount of time. Home inspections, home appraisals, constantly being in the phone with either the Whippersnapper or our lender (ironically, his name is Chance...I can't make that up) is sucking up every waking minute of my time and patience. I just feel like we are moving a million miles a minute and there is even talk of closing - CLOSING - by the end of this week. Um....what? It took Brian and I almost two years to plan our wedding. We are not fast moving people. I was seriously pissed that pregnancy was only nine months, since who can plan anything in nine months? (until, of course, I got pregnant than I just wanted to have this child in four minutes and not be pregnant anymore). So yeah, finding, making an offer, buying and CLOSING on a home in less than five weeks makes my palms sweat.
Okay, but enough about that stuff. Let's talk about the Bachelor. I'm watching last night's episode right now (as I type). I ended up missing last week (!) mainly due to housing stuff and I am just dying to comment on all of this craziness. Vienna! Gia! Ali wore yellow - again! - last week! We need a serious color intervention for her. And I swear, I haven't looked anything up, but I have bets that it's Korrie that goes home today. As for future bets, I think Vienna and Ali are going to cancel each other out since they are fighting like a bunch of stray cats, and uber-positive Tenley may have to duke it out with swimsuit model Gia. It's funny, because Vienna, Gia, and Tenley all remind me of people I know in real life, so it's hard not to have some transference issues. (Boo, Vienna! And Gia, stop making that weird face with your lips.)
And I forgot the best news -- Brian and I celebrated our eight year "dating" anniversary last night with a fabulous trip to Joel Robuchon!!! You might recall this was my idea for a great push present, pre-Scotty. And although the restaurant was resplendent in all purple, the food did not disappoint. I'm not even sure what I ate, but it was amazing. My dessert came swathed in a tu-tu - there was a little gauzy skirt tucked around the ceramic china. I, of course, had to take the whole thing apart to figure out how they put it together (much to Brian's chagrin) but the French waiters were very patient with my curiosity. Tre bien!
So, yeah, I'll probably continue writing AS LONG AS my child continues sleeping. Speaking of which...he's up. Sigh. I am going to go all 'Office Space'-fax machine-in-a-field on our baby monitor one day, after he doesn't need it anymore. I think my head buzzes with white noise on a constant basis, whether it is on or not.
(oh, and I'm up to the part of the Bachelor when Korrie and Jake are on their boating date...is she really wearing a black blazer? Really? Really? That is so horrible.)
Peace out, yo.
So yeah, I'm pretty much the Brett Favre of blogging. I had mainly decided to take some time off due to my insanely-frustrating nap-striking child. I just was not able to get ANYTHING done during the day, let alone type something for fun. And I figured, with my Virgoean logic, that if I can't get my chores done, I should be making time for fun, either. Hence my decision; bye-bye blog.
But then miraculously, after I sat Scotty down and literally explained to him what I expect ("Wake up at 7am...let's play for awhile. And then you can go back to bed at 9am. Sleep until 10:30 or 11:00...really, you'll like it. Then we can play again, and then go back down for a nap around 1pm..." You get the drift. He looked at me the whole time with his enormous blue eyes, listening intently)...he followed through. We had our come-to-Jesus talk on Sunday, and yesterday, I was rewarded with a 1 hour and 45 minute morning nap. Glory be! And right now, he is sleeping soundly. Again. Second day in a row. Have we turned a corner? I don't know; let's just hope it continues.
And yes, this home buying stuff is taking up an insane amount of time. Home inspections, home appraisals, constantly being in the phone with either the Whippersnapper or our lender (ironically, his name is Chance...I can't make that up) is sucking up every waking minute of my time and patience. I just feel like we are moving a million miles a minute and there is even talk of closing - CLOSING - by the end of this week. Um....what? It took Brian and I almost two years to plan our wedding. We are not fast moving people. I was seriously pissed that pregnancy was only nine months, since who can plan anything in nine months? (until, of course, I got pregnant than I just wanted to have this child in four minutes and not be pregnant anymore). So yeah, finding, making an offer, buying and CLOSING on a home in less than five weeks makes my palms sweat.
Okay, but enough about that stuff. Let's talk about the Bachelor. I'm watching last night's episode right now (as I type). I ended up missing last week (!) mainly due to housing stuff and I am just dying to comment on all of this craziness. Vienna! Gia! Ali wore yellow - again! - last week! We need a serious color intervention for her. And I swear, I haven't looked anything up, but I have bets that it's Korrie that goes home today. As for future bets, I think Vienna and Ali are going to cancel each other out since they are fighting like a bunch of stray cats, and uber-positive Tenley may have to duke it out with swimsuit model Gia. It's funny, because Vienna, Gia, and Tenley all remind me of people I know in real life, so it's hard not to have some transference issues. (Boo, Vienna! And Gia, stop making that weird face with your lips.)
And I forgot the best news -- Brian and I celebrated our eight year "dating" anniversary last night with a fabulous trip to Joel Robuchon!!! You might recall this was my idea for a great push present, pre-Scotty. And although the restaurant was resplendent in all purple, the food did not disappoint. I'm not even sure what I ate, but it was amazing. My dessert came swathed in a tu-tu - there was a little gauzy skirt tucked around the ceramic china. I, of course, had to take the whole thing apart to figure out how they put it together (much to Brian's chagrin) but the French waiters were very patient with my curiosity. Tre bien!
So, yeah, I'll probably continue writing AS LONG AS my child continues sleeping. Speaking of which...he's up. Sigh. I am going to go all 'Office Space'-fax machine-in-a-field on our baby monitor one day, after he doesn't need it anymore. I think my head buzzes with white noise on a constant basis, whether it is on or not.
(oh, and I'm up to the part of the Bachelor when Korrie and Jake are on their boating date...is she really wearing a black blazer? Really? Really? That is so horrible.)
Peace out, yo.
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