Oh, Mother's Day

So I think Mother's Day translates as "Eat a lot of crap" Day. My dad came in town yesterday so he went and got a dozen krispy kreme doughnuts this morning....um, I've eaten 5....that is wrong. We had a taco bell lunch and then dad bought chinese for dinner. Can anyone say food coma? Ugh.
Happy Mother's Day to you all out there!

This weekend has been crazy and exhausting. We went to a crawfish boil yesterday thrown by Kevin's work and they had a jumperoo or spacewalk, whatever you want to call it. Carter bounced around in there so much his hair was soaked with sweat and plastered to his head. It didn't help that it was like 95 degrees out and like 100% humidity. Ugh. Pregnant ladies no likey. I went in the jumperoo one time during a lull in the kid frenzy and when I squeezed myself out that little door one of Kevin's coworkers walked by and said, "I didn't think you'd be able to fit out that opening! I was just about to go get me a pocket knife to cut you out!". Great, thanks...you do that. Here I thought I was a being graceful as I slid my cumbersome shape out a tiny hole with my legs spread wide and my shorts up my butt. Hmmm.
After our sweaty child passed out for his nap I got to unpack all the goodies that my sister and aunt & uncle sent down. Ooohhh, it was like xmas in May. If anyone was thinking of it...no baby clothes! I have been sent an extra large amount of cute things plus all the stuff Carter had already. I have no idea where I'm gonna put all of this. I must also say that we were delivered 4 cases of Vernors. Mmmmm. Make it last!
So babers and hubbers nap, daddio reads outside in the sauna and I play with all the new toys, clothes, make-up and perfume (my sis works for clinique, formerly of estee lauder so she always has da goodies). Needless to say by the time everyone came together in one room again, I smelled like a french whore.
Then we went to a cookout with the other Papa and the fam. This child did not need another excited time in one day. Either did his mama. I was whipped by the end of it all. My whole body hurt. Whiiiinnne.
Anyway, the big news of our day here was that Headwound Harry has made an appearance again. Oh my god. I screamed as Carter tumbled off the kitchen chair and landed head first on our concrete floor and then flipped to his back. I am still sickened by the visual. The worst part was I was standing 4 feet away and Papa Jack was 2 feet away. Neither of us could catch him. Ugh. I am "watching" him like they told me to do but he seems fine. I will of course wake him up twice tonight at my own peril just to make sure he doesn't lapse into some coma. Being a mom is so hard on the nerves. I am becoming as high-strung and anxious as a french poodle.

So many plans for the next two weeks. Woohoo. I will try to keep up with da bloggity blog but we'll see. :)

Cheese Nips solve anything

My poor little man is accident prone. Or maybe he is just a "gettin in to trouble" kinda kid. Whichever label fits. I had the sliding glass door open to enjoy our beautiful spring day (for all you wintery northerners still huddled in front of your fires) and I left Carter standing there watching the birds through the screen and talking to himself like he does. Well of course I hear an unholy shriek/scream/cry thing and I run frantically to find that he has squished his little chubby baby fingers in the door. Ugh. We have a history of finger accidents in my family...probably some ancient gypsy curse (ask my sister, stubby). Any accident, bump or bruise that produces sobs is usually one that also turns my little man into a choke-my-neck-clingy-monkey for a long while after. But being the seasoned mother that I am (could be taken in many ways), I always offer the bribe snack after the tears. Most popular of course being the coveted Cheese Nip.

Head wound Harry and random munchkin-ness

I hate the falls that happen in slow motion as your are running and yelling "Noooooooooo!" or "Carefuuuuuuul!". They make me sick to my stomach. This afternoon Carter was sitting on a bench about 2 feet off the ground (our floors in the den are awful vinyl covered concrete and horrible on baby heads) and he leaned over as I walked into the room..... of course he fell directly on his face/head. Ugh. I scooped him up as he sobbed and I thought to myself, How do I survive falls out of a tree or a busted nose from skateboarding? Oh good grief.

On a lighter note, he was very excited to wear his christmas pj's tonight since they now sort of fit him. The legs are still too long but he looked damn cute in his little fleecy jams. They are so big even though they are 18 month size. I wouldn't have even put them on him but I realized I forgot to wash his clothes. I am a wonderful housewife and mother, yes?

Kevin indulged my cravings this evening by agreeing to a Taco Bell run. Yum. It always takes away the nausea...I don't know why. It's a very mysterious cure.

Hmmm, another little tidbit that cracks me up is at night when Carter watches the Baby Einstein videos (with the sign language and words around the house) he will get so intense when he does the signs or when he tries out the words. I'm so proud of him. :) He really likes learning.

We've been telling him about the baby in my belly and so now he likes to kiss my stomach. Funny. I wonder what he will make of the whole thing as we progress.