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Sunday, February 10, 2013

Accountable

I told myself I have to get on the treadmill tomorrow and start training for the MuckFest. Blogger better hold me accountable!

Friday, February 8, 2013

Insta TGIF

This week wasn't crackling with lots of happenings. It was more Operation: Lets Get Back On Routine. You cannot slack on routine with a kid. Unless you want to pay with sleep deprivation. Extreme deprivation, at all levels.


I think we might be starting a new tradition in our house where the first Friday of the month we get Papa Murphy's. You can get a giant Cowboy (pizza, not a man, shucks) for $13. Vincent enjoyed watching the pizza get made. I enjoyed not having to drum up dinner. The added bonuses: Vincent likes to spear things with a fork. Pizza=spearable. Also: it was one dinner and two lunches. Not bad. Not bad at all.


Vincent is reaching his ornery stage of toddlerhood. We're talking pushing boundaries, not backing down when told no, testing the limits of gravity on the couch. Someone is bound to get hurt. It'll probably end up being me. Just look at that face. What's he planning?!


Remember how I me mentioned the need for routine? Well, one of the reasons is this: falling asleep playing wherever, whenever. Why? We've been waking up in the middle of the night. Schedule out of whack! Yes, it's cute and adorable that I captured such a sweet face. But it's a sweet face that should be resting in a crib an hour from this photo, not falling asleep wrestling dad on the floor and using his belly as a pillow.


I broke out my bread maker. It's been seriously under used. It may have even been covered under an inch of dust. Imagine me covering my face in shame. But that changes now. I had all the ingredients to make whole wheat bread. It was amazing. A little too dense, but amazing. I will never again look at store bought bread the same way. I plan on making jalapeƱo cheese bread next. Yum!


Super Bowl Sunday was a party at B's house. Apparently Aunt B and Vincent were prepared for the black out. And Vincent partied like an animal. He chased B's poor dog around, did some dancing, got complimentary airplane rides, and enjoyed staying up way past his bedtime. Mama and Daddy paid for it.


I finally whipped out the paints for Vincent. We used the Color Wonder set. I wasn't impressed. They smelled bad and it was hard to see what you were doing because, like the markers, the color takes a while to develop. I did learn Vincent loves to paint.

Friday, February 1, 2013

Whew! It's Friday! Insta edition

Well, it's been a couple interesting weeks. Actually more than a couple. I learned I lost out on my dream job after preparing a presentation for an arduous second interview. I'm told my experience and professionalism were impressive. Close but no cigar. It would have been a lot of cash too. To cut through the disappointment I'm telling myself I really couldn't be the kind of Mama I want to be and be the type of hardworking and devoted editor I would have needed in that job. Que sera sera and all that. (And possibly a couple glasses of sweet red wine that goes down like grape juice.)


I'm also drinking this. Kinky: Vodka therapy in a glass.

At Camp Vincent we're battling sleep issues where he screams when we put him in his crib. And we've tried crying it out, but I think the cap on that is an hour, wouldn't you say? I think I've discovered that this only occurs when I put him down and might be some 2-year-old (this month! OMG!) mama separation issues, so guess who gets the honor of putting the boy down now?! Lets pretend I'm not secretly enjoying this. And that I don't sprint to my bedroom for some Damon and Stephan hautness (hello Vampire Dairies). We've also noticed that Vincent might be letting go of his sippy cup and is enjoying drinking out of an open cup (ok, so I do give him some OJ in his cup, but whatever works, right?) He can also name every animal he sees and make the corresponding sound (his elephant isn't appropriate, sounds like a fart...and it makes me giggle every time). He loves counting everything, just not in sequence and everything starts at two. Ah well, I figure he has another year to get it down pat. Colors are off too because everything is blue! But we do know quite a bit of the alphabet song, which is a surprise since I don't do much letter stuff with him. I feel learning the alphabet isn't as important as numbers and that the alphabet comes a little more easily ad naturally since we read all the time.



Goldfish addict. Exerting not-often-seen independence.

If there's a theme to this week, it's food. This boy has been eating nonstop, and my grocery bill shows.

The way Vincent eats a cutie isn't for the faint of heart. There's a lot of spitting skins out. At least he's organized about it.

Vincent is fascinated with computers and we rarely let him around ours. Check out that Oshkosh butt. I think jeans on little legs has to be the cutest thing ever!

Some people of wine-cork-filled centerpieces. I have cork and Little People centerpiece. It's the next trend in decorating. You saw it here first!

To say Vincent likes to read is an understatement.

This week's dinner entertainment: peekaboo Vincent! I didn't get the "Here's Johnny!" picture of him sticking his head through the chair slates. He channels Jack Nicholson perfectly, minus a few year.