Baby Talk

Princess has been learning quite a few words although unless you are her mom or her teacher at daycare, you’d probably not understand them.  Here are just a few:

Deuce = Juice

Mill = Milk (does the sign language for it too which helps decipher from the next one …)

Mo = More

Doast = Toast

Dat = That (although being an ex-baltomoron myself dat’s how I pronounce it, too!)

And there’s one which really isn’t a word at all but it’s her own babble we have figured out:  Nom-ee-noms = food or eat

This last one is the one DH thinks I will miss the most and perhaps I will.  It is rather funny when she points to the picture of crayons and says “Nom-ee-noms!” all the while looking at me with a big grin because she knows she’s not supposed to eat them (but likes to!).

Any baby talk memories or existing examples you’d like to share?

Dead End

I’ve hit a dead end.  And as I’ve put in my Secrets of Adulthood – Dead ends are just that.  What did I mean by that?  I meant that don’t expect some magical portal to open up and the dead end to become any better than it was.

I’ll state it again.  I’ve hit a dead end.  The question really is, do I care?  Or it is comfortable sitting in this alley with the trash and the stink?  The darkness?  Do I have Stockholm Syndrome?  Am I a monkey living in the monkey house?

At what point do use and old age accept them?  Is it 38?

Get the Balance Right

Remember that post where I said I didn’t want to whine?  Yeah, well …

The title of this post is the title of a song by one of my favorite bands, Depeche Mode.  The song isn’t that great really but does pose some interesting ideas.  “Don’t turn this way.  Don’t turn that way.  Straight down the middle until next Thursday.”  That’s one lyric and I’ve been feeling that way in my life so much lately.

As far as my work/life balance, I can’t set to get the balance right.  If I’m suceeding in one area, I’m failing in the other.  Lately, I feel as though I’ve been failing in both.  I’m behind at work, trying to catch up, working late and because of that the dishes are piled in the sink and we barely have clean clothes to wear because I haven’t been doing laundry.  I’m tired and cranky and tend to yell more than I should.  I’m depressed because it seems like I’m clawing away at this tunnel I can’t get out of.  Just when I see the light, it seems someone or something comes along and says “Nope, back in the hole!” and I’m kicked down again.

“Straight down the middle until next Thursday”  — then the next Thursday, then the next Thursday.  “You think you’ve got a hold of it all.  You haven’t got a hold at all.”

So what I want to know … to anyone who might still be reading … if you’re a working mother and you’ve found a solution what is it?

There must be a dog nearby …

We are not entirely sure why but whenever Princess sees a dog, she blows as if she’s trying to blow out candles or cool off food.  Even before we spot the dog, if she starts blowing we know there must be dog close by.  Very odd.  Just another little tidbit I want to remember when they grow older.

Hamburger Tree

So Monkey was pointing out the sesame seeds on the hamburger bun of the burgers Daddy made the other night. He commented, “If you take one if these seeds and bury them in the backyard, a hamburger tree will come up. Then Daddy won’t have to make them anymore.”

This is the kind of stuff I need to record and remember.

Love our new house!

Can’t say it more — I love our new house! We moved about month and half ago from our townhouse to a single family home in a cul-du-sac. That last part about being a cul-du-sac was huge for us. At the townhouse, we wouldn’t go outside as much because I was always afraid of him getting hit by a car since someone was always zooming in and out of our street. Now I don’t worry as much about Monkey getting hit by a car outside and there is so much more for him and Princess to explore.

Today alone, we found a toad, a roly poly, a huge green moth and when Monkey put the roly poly back outside just before bed, he found a baby toad! The biggest excitement we would ever get at the old house was an occasional praying mantis.

Our neighbors are so friendly. Within three weeks of being moved in, we had already met and been invited over to two different houses. Then there was the impromptu moon bounce party we were invited to (long story) and tomorrow we are having some neighbors over to our house for dinner.

So odd that the 7 years we lived in the townhouse, we only had dinner ever with one couple next door. Monkey would play with the two boys across the street occasionally but there really wasn’t a network of kids his age.

In our new neighborhood, there are a TON of kids around his age. We’ve been told this is a product of buying in a new neighborhood. That mostly young couples with kids would be buying in a brand new single family neighborhood. I suppose that makes sense. I feel like it’s more though, as if we were meant to be here.

What can I say, other than I love our new house!

MIA

I don’t know if anyone is following this blog anymore. I know I wouldn’t if someone barely wrote once every three months. But I’m going to try to write more.

I’m going to fess up that the reason I stopped blogging for a while is because I felt I was becoming a part of this self-obsessed, egotistical society too much. No one needs to read or listen to my whining. Or take any of my unsolicited advice.

Then I tried to make this just a memory blog and while it will still probably be mostly that, I still find there are some thoughts just dying to get out and while I may not have someone to tell them to at the time or the right person, I can present them here and fulfill that cathartic need.

If you are still there … Stay tuned.

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