One of the Best Inventions Ever

I have fallen in love with Vons. It is definitely more expensive than other stores that I like to do my grocery shopping at but I don't think I will be returning to those other stores. Why? Because of the nifty little contraption you see in the pictures. Noah loves driving that car and thinks that he is directing the shopping cart. I can get my grocery shopping done in peace without Noah wanting to eat everything I put in the cart because he is too busy honking the horn or turning the wheel. It's perfect! I would like to give a big hug to whoever invented this thing. I would however like to suggest that they add power steering because Noah seems to crash into everything. 

I'm Sick of Smelling Bad

On Tuesday it was sour breast milk and today it is pee. Yup, that's right today I smell like pee. Why? Well that's because I brought Maia Belle with me to church this morning and was standing in the back of the church service holding her and trying to get her to fall asleep. She was getting fussy so I took her out to calm her down and decided to go change her diaper. When I finished changing her and was headed out the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Lo and behold! The entire front of my shirt was soaked! I looked to see if my boobs were leaking. Nope. Then I tried to remember if I was drinking anything. Nope. Then I did the sniff test. Ding ding ding! It was pee! I guess I didn't feel it because I had another shirt on underneath. Aren't diapers supposed to absorb the pee? Usually I could blame myself for leaving her in the diaper too long (I often forget) but this time that was not the case. What the heck was I supposed to do? I still had to be there for another 3 hours which meant I was just going to have to deal with smelling like pee. I am a little tired of smelling unpleasant and would like to smell nice for a whole day but I must come to grips with the impossibilty of that until my kids are grown and out of the house...wait...then I will smell like old lady and that is not pleasant either. Oh man!

What Kind of Mother Am I?

This photo needs to be added to my Questionable Photos post. I put Maia Belle in her swing today so that I could do my facebooking in peace. I decided after not hearing a peep from her for 45 minutes to peel myself away from my addiction and check on her...this is what I found. There she was slumped over in the swing and sound asleep. The worst part about it is that I didn't want to wake her by moving her so I just left her like that and went back to the computer. About 20 minutes later I started to feel guilty for leaving her like that just so I could feed my addiction in peace and I went to move her. As I came around the corner, I saw that she was awake and trying to look at me with her big brown eyes from her awkward position. Talk about a guilt trip! Sheesh! 

Crazy Crack Lady

Last night at 12:30 a.m. I was startled out of my deep slumber by loud obnoxious pounding on my front door. My husband and I jumped out of bed, stared at each other for a minute, then asked at the same time, "What the heck?" The thumping got louder and he quietly walked to the door as I hid behind a wall at the top of the stairs. He looked through the peep hole and whispered up to me that it was a skinny crack addict looking lady

Ricky: (yelling through the door) "Who is it?"

Crack Lady: (Wildly pounding)"Open the f****n door."

At this point, I saw Ricky go for the lock as if to unlock it and open the door. I jumped out from my hiding place and hissed loudly, "Don't open it, are you crazy?" He realized that could be disastrous and decided to heed my hissing and keep yelling through the door. 

Ricky: "Who are you looking for?" 

Crack Lady: "I know who you are. Open the f****n door. You bought a whole bunch of drugs from Albert Medina. Open the door."

Ricky: "Uh...you've got the wrong house. I didn't buy any drugs. Go away." 

Crack Lady: "Well then your girlfriend or some one in your house did. (Pounding) Open the f****n door" 

Me: (once again hissing from my hiding place) "Tell her we're calling the cops." 

Ricky: "I am calling the cops right now. You better leave."

Crack Lady: "I don't have the wrong house. Open the door. I know you bought a bunch of drugs" 

At this point it sounded like she had left and I was in the process of calling 911 who transferred me 3 times to different people. Finally when I got to talk to someone. I told the lady what was going on and here was her non- chalant response "Oh that lady? We've already sent someone out there because of her earlier. (Sigh) I'll send someone out for her again. Bye" 

What?! They had sent someone out for her earlier and they didn't take her to jail? Do they just let crazy crack whores (excuse my language but I lost a lot of sleep over this and was a little distraught) roam the streets of Chino pounding on people's doors in the middle of the night trying to get them to open the door so they can barge in with their posse and rob people? (That may be a little exaggerated but that is what I decided she was going to do.) I couldn't believe it. I lied in bed the rest of the night awake and freaking out thinking of all the horrible possibilities that could have happened. The cops never showed up. But, I did see a man in a mini-van pick the lady up from our alley way. At least I knew she was gone...and so was her posse. 

  The moral of the story, you ask? There is none. I just wanted to tell my scary story. 

Eau De Sour Breast Milk

This morning at work I was sitting in my office pumping and looking at Facebook at the same time since it is my new addiction. I was so engrossed in looking at people's pictures that I forgot to pay attention to the process of being milked. Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation on my lap and looked down to find breast milk all over my lap. The containers were overflowing. I quickly shut off the pump, grabbed the nearest piece of notebook paper, unhooked the pumps and began to attempt clean up. I looked like a crazy woman holding notebook paper up to my chest and using more notebook paper to try to sop up the milk in my lap.  Surprisingly notebook paper does a pretty good job when you've got nothing else available. I managed to soak up what I could and walked to the bathroom holding my hands strategically placed over my skirt to try and cover up the big milk stain. Once there I splashed water on the spot and left the bathroom with a large wet spot in my lap and a slight sour milk odor. Ahhh, the life of a working mom! 

So Far This Morning...

My kitchen got infested with ants and I had to do some much needed deep cleaning

I gave Noah the little broom and dust pan to keep him busy while I cleaned. After about 3 minutes I realized he was no longer in the kitchen. I went looking for him and found him tasting the broom bristles. I tried not to think about how many dust particles, dead bugs, and old food I had swept up with those bristles. 

We went on the fastest family grocery store trip possible. 30 minutes flat. We forgot to get half of the things we needed but still spent the entire budgeted amount. How does this happen? 

Noah has eaten about 100 blueberries and I swear that his poop will be blue. 

I actually got to do one load of my own laundry. This means I will actually get to wear clean clothes this week instead of dirty ones that I keep having to pull out of the hamper for the last 3 weeks. 

I finally have a moment to go take a shower and instead I am blogging....gotta go!!! 

Happy 3 Months My Sweet Maia Belle

Today, you are 3 months old. My, how the time flies. You have grown so fast and I wish time could stand still so I could take in every moment of you. I feel guilty sometimes because I don't hold you as much as I'd like to. It's impossible being that I am a mother of two. But, I do cherish the moments that I do get to hold you. I love to smell you because you smell so sweet. I melt every time you give me a big gummy smile. You are such a happy baby besides when you are in the car or your brother head butts you. I refer to you as my angel baby because you have been sleeping from 10 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. ever since you were 6 weeks old. You are considerate of Mama and know that she would be a complete basket case if you did not sleep as well as you do!  You also are a great napper. I just have to swaddle you and put you down and you go right to sleep. I often pause and stare at you as you sleep because I want to take a mental picture of  your lovely face at each stage of your life.  I pray for you daily. I ask that God would protect you and that He would give me the wisdom to raise you to be a godly woman. I love you my sweet Maia Belle. Thank you for being my little angel.