Bath time

Well today is Wednesday and once again I am too tired to type so have fun looking at pics. These were from bath time that we had tonight!
FYI...most of the pics are side views since I had to take pics and watch him in the water.

Can you read this?

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Written Correctly:

I couldn't believe that I could actually understand what I was reading. Using the incredible power of the human brain, according to research at Cambridge University, it doesn't matter in what order the letters in a word are, the only important thing is that the first and last letter be in the right place. The rest can be a total, mess and you can read it without a problem. This is because the human mind does not read every letter by itself, but the word as a whole. Amazing, huh? Yeah and I always thought spelling was important! See if your friends can read this too!

For Laughs

The following blog is NOT something I wrote. It was on another boggers site but I had to copy it and share it because it is so true. Plus, it's funny and I needed a laugh today

The older I get, the more I worry about my health. Like most young fools at 20, I thought I’d live forever—always healthy, no wrinkles, no gray hair, no hair loss. I’d be the first to get out of this world alive, well, and looking good. Thirty-some years later, I’m here to tell you that’s not working out for me.

I’m happy to say that I am, for the most part, quite healthy. Still, I have more aches and pains than I used to. I never feel 100% comfortable any more. My shoulder will ache for two weeks and as soon as that feels better, I’ll develop a bunion on my little toe. Three weeks of liquid corn removal therapy and my foot feels fine, but my teeth hurt and I find out I need a root canal.

I’ve noticed that lately it doesn’t take much for me to injure myself. Last week, I bent over to pick up a candy wrapper on the sidewalk and threw my back out. Guess I won’t lift anything that heavy again.

For a mostly healthy old dude, I’ve gotten to know a lot of doctors in the past few years. When I was growing up in Smalltown, we had one family doctor and one dentist. Dr. Braley could fix anything from acne to a heart attack. There were no referrals to dermatologists or cardiologists. Dr. B did it all. If he couldn’t fix you . . . well, you suffered and then you died. He delivered babies, removed ruptured appendices, performed tonsillectomies, and even did surgeries to prevent young couples from having that seventh or eighth little mouth to feed. (There weren’t any magic pills back then.)

The dentist in Smalltown was Dr. Carter. I remember him well. He didn’t believe in using Novocain. I’m not sure if he was a sadist or just figured if he hurt me enough I’d remember to brush my teeth. At any rate, if you had a dental problem, Dr. Carter would fix it. He’d either drill it and fill it or yank it out.

These days, there seems to be a specialist for every ailment. It takes a separate phone book just to list all the doctors in my little area. There’s a special dentist for every part of the mouth. I’ve seen different dentists to fill cavities, pull teeth, fix my roots, cut my gums, and straighten my smile. There are special doctors for corneas, ankles, hands, feet, prostates, skin, bones, hair loss, weight gain, nerves, tops, bottoms, insides, outsides, front ends, and rear ends. The list could go on for pages.

For all my little aches and pains, I’ve been lucky, so far. I don’t have to take any prescription medications. The little woman, Winnie, started taking a blood pressure pill about a month ago and I haven’t had any food with flavor since. She’s become a sodium Nazi—“no salt for you!” I think she’s perturbed that I eat twice as much and exercise half as much and she’s the one with hypertension. Sometimes it’s better to be lucky than good.

Since apparently only older geezers watch the evening news, the advertisements are almost exclusively for drugs. Just as there are doctors for every ailment, there seems to be a drug for every condition. You’d think there was money to be made fixing sick people. Watching these commercials, I don’t think I want to take any of these medications. The potential side effects are terrifying! At the end of each commercial there is always someone listing all the bad stuff the drug can do while treating your illness.

“While taking ‘thiscostsalotufool’, you may experience incontinence, problems with bladder control, or other leakages.” Heck, I experience that just listening to the ad. “If you develop bleeding from the eyes, nose, mouth, or ears, become paralyzed, develop loss of memory, vision, hearing, or taste, or have difficulty breathing or swallowing, contact your doctor. These side effects may not be a good thing.” Ya think?

“If you are taking an antidoxythyrobenzochorazine inhibitor blocker, you should not take ‘thiscostsalotufool’.” Do you really think I’d know it if I was taking that kind of drug?

One of the blood pressure drugs warned about loss of libido as a side effect. The little woman called my doctor the next morning and asked if he could prescribe that for me. His advice was, “Just say no.” Like she hadn’t already thought of that.

My blood pressure creeps up from time to time and I’m sure I’ll have to join the millions on drugs eventually. I’m imagining the first follow-up visit with my doctor to see how the ‘thiscostsalotufool’ is working.

Doc: “So, Joe, how are you feeling?”

Me: “Well Doc, since I’ve been taking the medication, I vomit every morning, have frequent nosebleeds, can’t sleep, have difficulty breathing, and I’ve developed various leakages.”

Doc: “But the medication is working. Your blood pressure is down to 135/75.”

Me: “Oh, and Doc, I’ve suddenly developed the urge to commit homicide.”

Real Life

A couple of days ago someone came up to me and said "You know, you must have a great life." I looked at this person and said Yeah, I do. But why do you say that I have a great life? This women replied, "You never really complain about your home life. I go to work and hear all these girls complain about money, how messy their house or car our, and how much their life just plain sucks. But, everyday when I come in you might look tired from work, but when I ask you how everything is you always say something good. and when you ask me about my day I tell you about my whole life story and I do the same thing those girls to do me" I was taken back by that. I laughed it off and told her that sometimes people just have bad days and they need to vent and maybe she's the person they go to. But driving home I kept thinking about what she said. Now I know that I complain, trust me if you are close to me, I always have something to say. But I'm glad that I do not show my worries at work. I arrived at home and did my normal routine. When I was about to sit down I thought about this lady and what she said. So I did something about it. So the next day I told her about my blog and said that she should check it out. Because today's blog was about her and what she said.

Life is crazy. We only have 24 hours to do so many things. And every day we add more and more to our to do list, knowing we only have 24 hours. And no, my life is far from perfect. And yes I complain about bills, and how messy my house is(just ask James), etc. But that's life. Back to my beginning post, I did something I took pictures to prove that my life is a real life.

Yes, I let my son eat on the floor and not at the table.
And yes, that is a parenting magazine right next to him.

This is what part of my house looks like by 8pm

My kitchen looks life a family of 12 live here, but sadly it's only 3
and I doesn't even eat "real food"

But I know that within seconds(okay minutes) my house can be picked up

And not look so dirty

 And why don't I care about my how my house looks when Easton is up or worry about bills all because of


HIM

So hopefully this will prove to this lovely lady that my life is just as crazy and I do have the same emotions as her!



No laundry for you

So this post has so many topics I did not know what to title it. In my mind I have so many things, funny things, to tell you about tonight but I don't know where to start. So I guess I will start from the beginning. Today at daycare Easton did not take ONE nap, NOPE NOT ONE. So I left work early thinking that the car ride home would put him to sleep and he would sleep for about 1 hour until he wanted dinner. And within that one hour of sleeping I could catch up on laundry, cleaning, or just relax. But I was completely wrong. As soon as the car stopped I heard Easton just talking and playing with his toys. So we came inside the house and of course there was a bottle on the table and Easton saw it and thought that he should have it. When he realized that nothing but air was in there he screamed. So I gave him a bottle and he started to drift off. YES!!! But as soon as he was done with the bottle his eyes opened so wide I think he could see the whole world. So I let him play for a little bit and then gave him dinner. After dinner he was content just sitting in his highchair. I talked to him and played with some of his toys. But I had things to do and as much as I love spending quality time with him I just had to get some things done. After thinking about all my options and what I should do I took the easy way out. I wheeled him out of the dining room and into the living room. With a........TV. Yes, I placed my son in front of a TV so I could do some chores. I do have to tell you that I did put on Baby Einstein, that way I didn't feel so quality about letting my 8 month old watch TV for as long as I could. Then a light bulb came on in my head. What if I gave him puffs to eat while watching TV? (No wonder why America has a high obesity problem)But that would give me more time to get laundry done(remind you after all these things I still haven't even started doing any chores). I go into the cabinet and see so many puffs to choose from, Reds(strawberry and beets) Purple(Purple sweet potatoes and blueberry) green(spinach and pears)and Orange( Mango and something I can't remember). I break them apart and let him go at it. I walk towards the room to start laundry and then James had a question. It was, "Do you think he knows that each piece tastes like something else? Do you think he likes a certain color better than the others?" I told him I don't know, go find out. and he did just that. James broke more of the puffs and categorized them by color hoping to see which one Easton would grab for more. And as he was doing this he told me to come look so I can see. I came over and what does Easton do, He grabs ALL the puffs, Red, Orange, Green, and Purple. He attempts to put them in his mouth, he tries really hard. I told James, there's your answer he like all of them. James was kind of disappointed he was hoping Easton would "tell" him which flavor he liked best. But that was short lived and James went to go make dinner. So I'm back in the living room breaking up more pieces for Easton to eat and taking pictures because he is so darn cute.(I'm not just saying that because I'm his mom, hehe). And after taking pictures and watching baby Einstein it was already 6:30pm and hour until his bedtime. I looked at the clock once I was done cleaning Easton and realized that I wasn't going to get my laundry done today. Oh well, maybe tomorrow.
Enjoy the pictures of Easton and his quality time with the TV and puffs

All the puffs in sections



The new babysitter

Let me get  this one last piece

Not too bad, that's all that was left

Proof of Baby Einstein

Too tired to type Tuesday

Fourth of July 2011

Today was the 4th of July! I really never got excited for this holiday because I was never into parades, fireworks, or such. But this year with having Easton it was soooo much more fun. I made sure that we did something everyday on this long weekend. But Ihave to tell you that I am a little sad, because this is Easton's last "first" holiday. He has now celebrated all the major holdiays. He is growing up so fast. But back to our holiday weekend. We mostly spent it at my parent's house. But we saw old friends, went to the Carol Stream parade, had a smokework. What, you don't know what a smokework is. Well since Easton is to young for fireworks we decided to do all things that smoked. We had white, yellow, blue smoke. Smoke that came out of chimeny, dragon smoke, and much more. This July 4th was great. Here are some pictures to prove how much fun it was.