Joy

It's been a really long time since I've been able to find a pair of jeans that fit me well. And as most women know, shopping for jeans is one of the most miserable things in this life. Well, we have family pictures today with Z's family, and I wanted to be wearing something that's going to look cute and make me look skinny and not too mom-ish. So I needed to go buy a new pair of jeans. *cringe*. So I headed over to DownEast Outfitters. There is little to no organization to their jeans, and for that matter I wasn't even sure what size I needed. So I grabbed a bunch of different sizes and headed to the dressing room. I figured out what size I needed and headed back out to the wall o' jeans. I finally found a pair that fit really well, were a good price, and were the color and wash that I was looking for. Then I looked at the price tag. They were Lucky Brand jeans, normally $80. I got them for $25!!!! WOO-WOOT! So not only did I find a pair of jeans that I actually like and that fit really nicely, but I got them for about 1/4 of their original price. Granted I do need to go and have them hemmed, (keep the short jokes to a minimum please) but that only costs like $8.

Pirates! Ahoy!

International Talk Like a Pirate Day is every year on September 19th. Last year I celebrated as much as possible while working at a conservative company. I talked like a pirate to all those whom I thought would appreciate the humor of the day, and I think that I wore boots as well. I would have worn my pirate looking corset as well, but as previously noted, it was a very conservative company, and I didn't want to loose my job. This years celebrations aren't as much fun, seeing as I spend my days with a 3 month old, but he is dressed for the occasion!

Bedtime

Zander really doesn't get to spend much time at home during the day, what with working full time all day long, and then going to school most evenings. Today he surprised me and came home really early, mostly so he could do homework, but still, he was at least home. In my efforts to encourage some quality Father Son bonding time, I got Zander to read Noah's bedtime story to him tonight, and it was so cute to hear him reading, and making the animal noises, and describing the cow (and its udders...). The joys of motherhood aren't just those of watching your children learn and grow, it's also watching your husband learn to love and teach your children. Granted all the animal noises freaked Noah out and he started crying, but still. It was a great learning experience.

On a different note, but still related to bedtime. This week Noah has decided to try to boycott bedtime. Previously he would go down without so much as a whimper, but this week it has been full on crying. I started to let him cry the last few nights. I go in every few minutes and calm him down a bit without picking him up, then leave. He starts crying again, a few minutes we start it all over again. Tonight he cried for 5 minutes, I went and comforted him. He cried for 3 minutes and now is dead quiet. So either 1- he fell asleep 2- he's sitting there quiet but awake or 3- he burst a blood vessel in his head somewhere with all of that crying. I'm really hoping it's option 1. But being the concerned mother that I am, I'll probably peek my head in there in a few minutes to make sure he's still breathing....and then do it again before I go to bed. Yes, I had SIDS-a-phobia. But regardless of his current state, I'm proud of my little man for successfully crying himself to sleep in about 10 minutes total time from when he was put down.

Noah

Latest pics of Noah. Mostly I'm putting these on here so that I can manage to get them onto another site that doesn't have an uploader. dumb huh?