let's play a game, shall we?

since basically NO ONE reads this and i write just for giggles, i'm not tagging anyone to play. however, it IS fun to answer silly questions. so, if you have happened along, welcome. peruse. answer yourself! :)

1. If you could raid any celebrity's closet, who would it be and why?
i'm going with Jennifer Lopez. Not that we have the same style, but can you IMAGINE her shoe closet?!?! and i bet she has anything you could ever dream of wearing, so her clothes are probably in.sane. too.
2. If you were a shoe, what would you look like?
i would be very high. and very sparkly. with red bottoms. like these :)
3. What is your biggest pet peeve?
when people say "Q-Pon" instead of "COUpon". there is NO 'Q' IN COUPON!!!
4. Favorite song of all-time?
hmmm. just one?! today, i'm gonna say "hysteria" by def leppard. don't judge. it rocks!!!
5. Are you a dog person or a cat person? And why? (If you don't like animals, we can't be friends.)
i like both, but we have a dog. monkey the pug. her name was almost 'lunchlady'. :)
6. You're queen for a day. How do you spend your royal 24 hours?
paying off that measly commoner, emmie's bills. then, go SHOPPING.
7. What's the most delicious thing you've ever eaten?
sweet corn tamale cakes from cheesecake factory. not fancy, but ohhhhhhh so good!!!
8. What scares you the most? (This can be deep and complex or shallow...whateva you feel like!)
deep and complex: violence against women. i can't even watch tv shows or movies where women are being assaulted.
shallow: the thought of ben and jerry going out of business. *shudder*
9. Which celebrity do you wish would drift off into obscurity?
kim kardashian. khloe and kourtney can stay, but we gotta get rid of kim.
10. You're 16 years old again. What advice would you give your younger self?
a)do NOT, under ANY circumstances say "yes" when the haircut lady asks if you want "long layers". that mullet could have been avoided.
b)enjoy not having any bills.
c) move to new york. for no reason. just do it.
11. What's your Starbucks order?
venti nonfat no whip white mocha. (it just sounds so douchey)

:)

it's about that time, folks...

the babyometer is starting to tick louder and louder. max is almost 19 months, every girl i was pregnant with has recently had number 2, and EVERY woman i work with finds it completely appropriate to ask when max is getting a sister. that part annoys me - mind ya bidness - but for real. max *does* need a sister.

here's the thing, though: i don't feel ready to start the LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG process of getting pregnant again, but i am READY to get pregnant. for any other gal on earth (or at least all you fertile-myrtles) this is no problem! but, alas, for me it sucks. and i'm pretty sure we are not going to be that story that people will tell you about how their sister's roommate's aunt had pcos, did ivf, then the next time just got pregnant. no sir. we gave it the old college try, and no dice. (not that we'll stop trying, heehee.) so, this means we'll have to chill out our 3 on ice and see what happens. ---it's just that that is so ON PURPOSE! if i got pregnant "by accident", it's kind of like, "well, it's meant to be!" but if we do the frozen transfer, it's like, "you're having twins!" *shudder*

deep breaths for a sec. oh dear lord, twins.

ok. so anyhoo. i'd like our wolf pack to grow by one in the near future.

"these are my confessssioooooonssss..."

*ala usher*

so Leslie at A Blonde Ambition does a "confessional friday", so i thought i'd confess....

Numero Uno:
i need a haircut so. bad. i'm SOOOOOOOO trying to grow it out and i KNOW you have to trim to grow, but ugh. i so have to be in the mood to cut and i just haven't been. which brings me to...

Numero Dos:
i haven't been to a salon in about eleven years. yes, eleven. i cut and color my own hair because once you've been traumatized by the hands of a "stylist" who was supposed to do "long layers" in your gorgeous, long, chestnut hair that is your prized possession, but instead were left with a mullet billy ray cyrus would envy, you'd do your own hair too.

Numero Tres:
i hate laundry. we call the laundry room the "dungeon" and no one is allowed in there.

Quatro:
we went to orlando for our 5-year anniversary. we left max with my parents and enjoyed every. last. minute of it! the confession part?- i wish we stayed longer!!! yes, i love my baby, but DAMN. it was nice to sleep and just be with chris.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand Cinco:
say what you will about fast food, but i'm putting it on the table. right here; right now. mcdonald's has the best coffee. i *like* starbucks and dunkin donuts, even 7-11 if need be, but micky d's is by far my favorite. there. i said it.

hospitals = no bueno.

over thanksgiving break, max got my bad cold. grrrrreat. we were supposed to see a good friend who now lives in vegas in cocoa beach! oh well, i thought. so all week, we stayed home and max wasn't really getting any better. even after being on antibiotics for a few days. thanksgiving night, we noticed his lymph nodes getting puffy. by friday morning, they were HUGE. we immediately went to the doctor who told us to immediately go to the hospital. *cue freaking out*

poor guy was on an iv of 2 antibiotics and a steroid for 4 days. after an ultrasound, they found his lymph node was very badly infected, and was *thisclose* to needing surgery. luckily, the steroids worked and we didn't have to have surgery. so thankful.

but, being in the hospital that long and being hooked up to the iv made him a very VERY angry bubba. he was throwing fits left and right; throwing food; hitting mommy; you name it! it was so frustrating!

but, on day 4, they let us go home to continue the strong meds there. this is him in the car - i literally have never seen him THAT happy to be going somewhere!!!


now we've been home for about a week and he's "different". he cries when i leave, which he has NEVER done, he cries when we put him down for bed (again - NEVER done this before!). it doesn't help that the week he decided he wants to be independent and eat by himself and do things alone just so happened to be the week we were in the hospital. :/

but, hey i'll take it. my baby is better and being next door to kids with real illnesses was FOR SURE a reality check. my heart goes out to those families.

once upon a time...

...i wrote regularly on my blog.

obviously, lately, is not that time.

quick catch-up: max turned one; summer was fun; halloween was RAD; and here we are!





anyhoo. chris and i are celebrating our FIFTH wedding anniversary next month!!! can't believe it was five years ago!

and now that i finally decided to write on my blog, i'm drawing a blank. which is why i wasn't writing anyway. ugh. oh well.

10 months

Max is TEN MONTHS OLD!!! i can't believe it. for real. only 2 short months away from being a whole year since i birthed him. crazy.

highlights:
- CRAWLS! houston, we have movement. kid won't sit still for 10 seconds.
- has SIX teeth! 4 on top, 2 little chicklets on the bottom.
- wakes up telling stories. "doydoy doy doy doy! doy doy? doy doy DOY!!!" who knows what 'doy' means - but homie sure loves saying it.
- laughs when i read to him.
- talks back when someone is talking on tv, the radio, in church. it's awesome. ;)

speaking of church, max is getting baptized next week. "better late than never" as my mom says. haha.

and then there's the other change this month... we switched daycare. ugh. long story. but i'm happy with where he is now, so alls well.

wow. i am sucking at this.

i get so busy! i wish there were a way to sync my facebook statuses to my blog. ahhh, that would make my life so easy!

max is NINE months old! goodgodDAMN!!! i can't believe in just three short, SHORT months, he will be a whole year old. i want him to stay a teeny tiny baby forever. but i also love that he's a big boy i can toss around now. :)


highlights:
-says "luffoo" (i love you - trust me.), mama, dada, hi and bye, and he thinks his name is bubba. i mean, i didn't set out to make him think that, that's just what i call him!
-pulls himself up to standing!
-rolls around like a hamster in a ball.
sleeps in the crib at the lowest position due to his navy seal training. it's only a matter of time until he scales the side.
-eats a LOT! actually, we're saving on formula since he only really eats about 2 bottles a day now.
-speaking of eating... max ate a frog yesterday. lemme break it down: max was in the pack-n-play over at jen's and she looked over and saw him gnawing on something. she didn't think much of it since he had a teether in there, but upon closer inspection, found that it was, indeed, a tree frog. poor thing had jumped in there, max caught it, and started chewing the CRAP out of it. tore it in half. *insert gags here*
-wears all 9 and 12 month clothes!!! his jams are all 12 month since the 9's are too short. i remember looking at those and thinking, "he will NEVER be big enough for these!" and now i look at them and think to myself that they look like they'll only fot for a few more weeks!!!

we go for his 9-month appointment on friday. i can't wait to see how much he has grown!

the poor frog. ;)