My Kid's Hair

My Mini Hunk was born with a head full of jet black hair. I have kind of light hair and his dad has no hair. So...after his birth the people at the hospital sort of raised their eyebrows on that one. Go figure?

Over time, his hair has lightened up. The back of it all fell out when he was tiny and rolling on his back all the time. Now, the top is LONG! He has this Donald Trump comb over thing going to keep it out of his eyes.

So, this pic is from the other night after a bath. We think it's funny...maybe you will, too.

Happy Monday Again!

Good Morning Blogsville! It's Monday again, and I was just thinking what a wonderful weekend it was. I spent some time with the family, the Mini Hunk went to his first birthday party, and we did some yard work.

Oh, and the Hunk officially has 6 teeth and is chewing solid foods. (A vast improvement from the gagging routine he has been doing.) Overall, it was a great weekend.

So, please tell me about your weekend! I would love to know!

Full Out Roaring Rant

So, I consider myself to be a fairly easy going person. When I was in the workplace, I never got involved in the the daily drama. I have always tried to leave the dramatics for the professionals of daytime television. However, I totally lost it today. Here is what went down...

It all started Tuesday night when I went for a jog with a friend of mine. (And by jogging I mean: starting to run/ panting uncontrollably/ walking/ repeat.) Anyway, I noticed that traffic was not very eager to stop for us to cross. Even when the crosswalk was flashing. Hmmm... I thought, "that's not very nice."

Well, on the way back to the house, I see a woman stuck in the turning lane trying to get across the street. Here is the kicker: the woman was in a motorized wheelchair!!!! So, okay don't stop for me, but what kind of insensitive creeps don't stop for an old lady in a wheelchair? I was appalled to say the least.

Then today, I took the mini-hunk for a walk to the post office. On the way, we walked by a church that was having cars line up for food bank donations. So, I walk by and all the senior citizens are waiting and smiling at my little one. I thought, "so sweet."

On the way back home, I am waiting to cross the road and a little, elderly lady calls from her car. She says, "I don't drive often, could you help me out?" Well, I look and there is a car waiting to turn into the church. So, I wave the lady out into the road. About that time, a young girl in a brand new SUV swings around the waiting car (across double yellow lines) and almost hits my precious old lady.

Honestly, I don't really remember saying anything. I remember thinking some pretty awful words, but I don't think I said them out loud. (I really hope not anyway!) However, I do remember pure rage pulsing through my veins, and a loud pounding in my head. I am certain that I looked just like the devil on steroids.

In response to my evil stare, the girl yells in a sarcastic tone, "I wasn't going to hit her." Then she drives on. I guess she thought it was inconvenient to wait in traffic for 3 minutes. (The small town I live in only has 2 red lights so it literally would have been only 3 minutes max.) Guess she didn't think of how inconvenient it must be to not have enough food to eat.

Just as I was about to lose all faith in this world and join a commune of some sort, a kind gentleman stopped for us to cross the street. I waved and thanked him SO profusely, I think he may have gotten the wrong idea.

Then, as I turned into my neighborhood, my sweet neighbor was putting her picnic basket in the backseat of her car. She was headed to pick up her daughter from school and surprise her with a trip to the park. She said they needed to spend some time together.

So, I decided against the commune idea (lets face it...most of them are nudist anyway...they would never let me in.)

Turns out if I look hard enough, there is some good left in this world.

Wordless Wednesday

Cheap Chick

Let me tell you, I am one cheap chick! I really hate to overpay for items...wait... I really hate to spend money in general. (Especially now that I am not working.) Lately, my grocery bill has gone through the roof. I know someone else out there can give me a holla back on that one!

So, here are my bargains of the week for this week:

1. I discovered that my local grocery store sells infant ibuprofen for less than HALF the price of the OFF brand at my local drug store. What is that about?

2. OK, in the deep south we have this chain discount store called Fred's. It's really a funny place. However, you can get 4 oz of diaper rash cream (same intensity as the expensive brand) for $1.50. No kidding!!!! It smells a little strange, but it's not like the other smells like roses. Plus, it's going down south...who cares? So, we deal with it and save around 3 bucks a tube!

3. Finally, I found baby orajel at a local dollar store for a $1.00!

I stocked up on all these items, and I feel good about not giving the Walmart monster all my money this week! :)

It's Getting Hot, Hot, Hot!

Yesterday and today have both been very warm here. It's so exciting. :) We went out walking, and I did not even have to walk very fast to work up a sweat. I felt very successful and thin afterward.

Also, I had my first yard sale of the season this morning. (Friday is a strange day, but it is supposed to rain Saturday. So, I figured if I am redneck enough to do a yard sale, why not on Friday? FYI: It did very well!) So, now I have a little extra cash. I think I am going to buy some new plants and work in my yard next week. Big stuff!

The absolute most exciting part of this weather is the change in wardrobe for the little hunk. At noon, I changed the little man into a t-shirt and little pair of cotton shorts. Last fall, he looked really skinny in shorts; however, now he is a stud! His perma-rolls (on his thighs) hang out of the little shorts, and it makes me just want to kiss his precious chub. Cute, cute, cute! I will post a pic when I pick up some batteries for the camera!

Anyway, hope the weather is nice wherever you are. Have a great weekend everyone!

It's My Party!

As much as I hate to admit it, it's my birthday again! The big 3-0 is creeping up awful quick, and I am not sure how I feel about this. At 26, I felt like it was no big deal. At 27, I was the size of a house, terrified of my upcoming labor, and did not give a rip. Now,( at 28) it is a bit concerning. If we were rounding numbers it would round right up to 30. Frightening!

I am sure a quarter life crisis (as John Mayer puts it), is a fairly common thing. But this last year has been a very intense one. What with pregnancy, a baby, the aftermath, and the science project otherwise known as my body after a baby.

However, at 4:30 this morning I had the pleasure of feeding my precious baby boy. Although I groan at his wails waking me, I really do enjoy being with him so sleepy. Deep down, I know that I should make him give up this feeding soon, but it's so sweet. He just eats and sleeps in my arms. This morning, I held him a little longer, and I thought about how fast the years pass. Maybe being 28 isn't so bad after all.