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I have been a busy little beaver today (hence the picture). Normally around this time I’ve just gotten Cara down for a nap and am catching up on the blogs that I read and maybe checking my email.

Not the case today.

Since Cara woke up around 6 am , I’ve had plenty of time to be productive. I’ve already drank a pot of coffee, read several of my favorite blogs, been to Target and back (had to get diapers) and Cara has already had her morning nap. And since Nick Jr. is having a Go Diego Go marathon I have endured watched way too much of that nonsense quality show.

As I type, UPS is bringing Steve III to me. I sincerely hope that Steve III lasts longer than Steve II and Steve the First.

Something hit me like a duffel bag of bricks today. Ever since the books have said that Cara was supposed to be babbling, I’ve been concerned. She’s never mimicked or really made any kind of noises other than squawking at me when she was wet/dirty or hungry. All in all, she’s been a pretty quiet kid if her needs were met. That’s cool and everything, but the books said that she should be babbling! What’s wrong with my child?!

Well, apparently nothing.

New moms, if you’re reading this, a bit of crazy wisdom for you. Be careful what you wish for. My once mute child has turned into a talking machine! Tucker was extremely proud when she started babbling da-da-da-da. His head was about as big as Dolly Parton’s boobs until her realized that she only babbled that when she wanted some of my boobs. Mom – 1 Dad – 0. She’s also started babbling ma-ma-ma-ma when she’s REALLY pissed and can’t find me. Add to all of that the occasional ba and ga and ha and I think we have an accomplished “babbler” on our hands. Doh!

Now we can’t get the child to shut-up! Then again, with parents like Tucker and me, I’m really not surprised.

Wanna know what my latest cooking escapade is? Do ya? I’m going to tell you anyway. I’m going to make Corned Beef this weekend. Ever had it? Me neither. There’s just something about that name that really grosses me out. Corned Beef and Hash isn’t much better. I know, I know. The “hash” part is just potatoes, but the whole deal just sounds icky. Anyway, Tucker and I were watching something on the Food Network about delis and they were talking about Corned Beef and it just looked SO DAMN GOOD! So, I’m going to make it. From scratch. Because I’m weird like that.

I’m on “Year 2” of the Harry Potter Series. I was up until 11:30 last night reading that damn thing. I knew that I needed to go to sleep. Really, I did. I just couldn’t put the stupid book down. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that it’s the best book that I’ve ever read. But I think it’s pretty darn good. Now that I think about it, I’m not really sure what I would consider to be the BEST book that I’ve ever read. This and this and this and this (maybe that one doesn’t count since it has lots of purty pictures) and maybe this would be in the top 100 somewhere. And that is why I don’t like lists of things…I always feel like I’m leaving something really groovy out.

Off to do some dishes…

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