Duck, Duck, Goose!

I was tagged by Latree.

This is my first time being tagged!

Here are the rules:

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.

2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.

3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.

4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.


Seven Strange Things @ Me:

#1. I love green veggies (even without butter.)

#2. I like to go to the dentist for cleanings.

#3. I love music from the '80s.

#4. I enjoy the smell of bacon, but I don't eat it.

#5. I hate bugs and rodents of any kind.

#6. On that note, the rat at Chuck E. Cheese even freaks me out!

#7. I am super "frugal" (aka: a cheap!)


Oh, this part is sad...I am new to blogging and only have 5 friends to tag:

pregnantly plump, mip, are you serious?, MarieY , and Amy

I'm a BAD Mother!

OK, so I was just over visiting Little Elvis. (Pregnantly Plump's blog...check it out, if you haven't already.) Anyway, I was just taking a moment to show my husband Rice, Rice Baby. (Which we laughed our heads off watching.)

So, then we scroll down....it's Little Elvis with the Easter Bunny. Oh, cute... Then, we slowly turn to look at each other. WE TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THE EASTER BUNNY! What??? How did this happen?

Now, we gotta rent some bunny gear for my hubby to wear. Sure, it will be a few weeks after the real Easter, but it will look real in the pics.

What horrible parents!!!!

Help, Help, HELP!

Prior to giving birth, I read every book under the sun. I read about childbirth, breastfeeding, sleeping, and discipline. Well, I felt pretty dang good about the situation! When it came time for the little booger to arrive, I was even packed up (by a handy checklist) and ready to go!

That's when the "poo hit the fan." Two weeks prior to my due date, I was: induced due to "concerns", had an 18 hour labor, over 3 hours of pushing, and had to go in for a C-section. Then I hear a nurse say, "Wait...no room ready...just wait an hour...just put your legs together...sorry the anesthesiologist is busy...he will be here as soon as possible." I should have known it was going to go down hill from there.

Thankfully, my baby was precious and perfect, and I lived. (After recovering from the massive staph infection.) At that point I realized that sometimes knowledge is powerful, and sometimes it is just crap!

So, since this experience, I have started to read novels in my spare time. Sure, I go to a book when I need specific information, and most often I call my brilliant friends and family. But, I have surfed the web, read some books, and called my buds, and I still have a massive problem...

MY KID HATES TO NAP!!!! He sleeps like an angel ALL night in his crib. So precious cute, and then during the day...he turns into a monster. He screams, throw things from his crib, and yells from his crib angry baby babble. (I am certain that he is cursing me in his little, 9 month old head.)

So, I need some advice....please!

Confessional

So, here it goes...my big confessional. I have several that I need to get off my chest.

#1. I love, love, LOVE Wheel of Fortune! Seriously, I am addicted. Every night, I make an effort to put the baby down just before 7:00; just so I don't miss the first "Toss Up Round." I watch it every night along with all the senior citizens of the world. For crying out loud, I am 27 years old. It's a sick thing.

#2. I eat chocolate everyday. That hurt to put on paper.

#3. My family is crazy. Not crazy like the Sopranos, we are more like Days of Our Lives. Funny thing is that I just found this out. (My husband told me.) I guess I never had another frame of reference. I have learned to embrace this lunacy as normal, but it's not. It's hysterical. (Aunt Cat, if you read this...you know who I am talking about...not you!)

#4. I love to eat peanut butter with tomato soup. My husband almost throws up.

#5. I miss Friends. I don't care it's been off the air for years. I love those people. I miss Chandler and Phoebe in my life. Yeah, it's a little '90s, but good people are just good people.

So, I would love to hear your little confessions...let me know!

Voyage to Walmart

Isn't it funny how a little, tiny baby can make a simple trip to Walmart so difficult? I went this morning and I felt like I was packing for a 7 day cruise. Then, getting the buggy ready (with this oh, so helpful buggy cover that takes forever to clip and Velcro in place. But what kind of horrible mother would I be if I didn't use it? :)

Then just shopping. My little prince can now stand in the buggy (even buckled in) as well as reach out and grab stuff...like other people...and their hair.

So, now what took just a few minutes consumes half of my day! I know someone else out there feels this way, too!

Baby Dracula???

So, my precious, beautiful baby boy has been teething over the past few weeks. (He already has his 2 bottom front teeth.) Well, I figure that he is getting his top one in...nope! It seems that he is getting his incisors (aka vampire teeth) in FIRST!

My alarmed mother has done a local pole and determined that it is not common, but it happens. I am from a small town, and I am sure some think my child is a freak show! (Which in the past might have upset me, but now I find humorous. Motherhood has mellowed me!) In a few weeks, I should be able to post some hysterical pictures! :)

Has anyone else heard of this? It seems so bizarre!

A Twister, A Twister

This past weekend, we had some really bad weather. I spent about an hour huddled in the closet. At the time, I thought it was ridiculous that 2 adults and an 8 month old were all pressed together underneath hanging baby clothing. I thought if the Weather Channel was still reporting on the weather in Vegas....we're OK. Turns out, there was some damage near us, and devastation just a few hours west of us. What a reality check!

So, I am challenging myself to have a better perspective. Instead of complaining about milk prices, gas prices, and the lot....I am going to take a moment to appreciate my safe home, beautiful child, and my wonderful husband. Sappy...yes...but I do have a great deal to be thankful for!

Happy St. Patricks Day!

Hello cyber-friends!

Just wanted to shout out to all the SAHM and WAHM out there! (I nearly fell out of my chair laughing at the distinction....the mental image of SAHMs everywhere just taking it easy....HAHAH...what a joke.)

Seriously, mothering is the most challenging (and rewarding) job in the world. So, moms everywhere, take this holiday and enjoy the little luxuries in life. Go ahead, take time to shave your ENTIRE leg in the shower. Then, drink a whole cup of coffee before it turns into a chilly frappuccino. Finally, (this one is difficult) at least once today, go to the restroom all ALONE!

Well, one can dream! Have a great day!

A Very Good Place to Start

My title for my blog is a very literal description of my current situation.

The "shake" represents the vigorous exercise I intend to do each day. As the old saying goes, at least my intentions are good.

The "rattle" represents the 8 month old baby that I have the privilege of staying home with. His struggle with infant reflux keeps me running (and usually covered as well.)

The "read" represents my personal love for reading, and my new adventure as an Educational Consultant for a book company.

Thus, here I am...the Burp Cloth Babe.