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Yesterday was Mr. Ben’s birthday!  We really tried to make it a special day, although he wouldn’t have known any different if we hadn’t.  Sunday we are having family and friends out for a small cake and ice cream gathering.  And that will be immensely more fun!  I mean Grandma and uncles alone constitute a party in Ben’s book!  A friend of the family sent a present that included a play phone, cars and a gift card to Target… Sweet!  So last night before we went to eat Ben’s favorite grilled cheese, yogurt and milk at Panera, we went to Target to see what 50$ meant to a 2 year old.  Apparently it meant a dinosaur (I can’t find the exact one we got, but this is close, ours is more orange and green and pointy) some track for his choo choo, an Elmo video, another car and 2 new books.  He picked out the dinosaur himself, it walks and roars, and moves it’s head and tail.  I thought it was on the edge of scary, but apparently it rocks, who knew?   I wish I had 50$ to blow when it was my birthday!

Readjustment

After two less than positive, although not mean or rude or anything, blogs I figured that I needed a readjustment.  For the last little while I had been reading this horribly rude and depressing blog before I posted to mine.  It is like a train wreck, where I can’t look away, but after I read it I think why oh why did I waste that five minutes of my time, and it just usually leaves me feeling stupider.  So I am determined to write my blogs before I read that crap.  And maybe cut down the reading of crap to only like once a week, so I can only waste a little of my time.

Next readjustment comes in the form of office turned baby room.  After a weekend of work with my mom I think it is about half way there.  The office part is now nicely contained into what used to be a big closet of storage.  I wish we would have taken before and after pictures, I am pretty impressed with all the work we did.  It actually looks like a crib and dresser/changing table will work nicely in there, and the china hutch turned baby storage also looks cute!  Although anything filled with colorful baby blankets can’t help but looking cute really.  This weekend will be crib and dresser shopping, and then it will look like an actual space for a baby!  Awesome.

And final readjustment comes in the form of a new office.  New job finally means new office.  Right now I am left with my computer and some files that I need on a day to day basis.  Other than that everything is sitting upstairs in a shiny new, just for me office.  I will miss this one, as I love my windows, and people down the hall.  But I also share it, and there is very limited space, so the new one will be great.  I am getting a HUGE white board, which will help my organization as I am ohhh so visual when it comes to brainstorming and organization, two things which happen a lottttttt in my new job.  So new office, with gigantic whiteboard here I come… as soon as my comp moves…

Things are moving the direction that they need to.  Sweet.

Judgy vs Not Judgy

I am pretty judgy.  When I see your toddler running around in the store with soda pop in a bottle, I totally judge you.  When your toddler throws himself down on the pavement in the Target parking lot, I totally don’t judge you, as I just pulled mine off the ground.  When your kids are screaming and running through the aisle hitting each other, I judge you.   When your child is crying and upset because it is late and you have to get your homework done in the library, I don’t judge you, ’cause I know it sucks that you are in a different situation than 96% of the people around you.   So  yeah I am judgy.  But being a parent has brought more perspective to at least parts of things I am judgy about.  You can’t expect kids not to be kids.  I know that there are situations and reasons for most things that parents do, and that tons of stuff go on behind the scenes of what you see in public.  So I guess that I recently figured out that I don’t expect kids not to be kids, but I do expect parents to be parents, and adults to be adults.   But sometimes that is even too much to ask for.

It’s Important to me

So you get to read about it.  The other day I heard someone making a snarky remark about organic food.  Something about how it doesn’t matter anyway, who cares!  And it just kinda stuck with me.  I am here tonight to unload that particular thought onto you.  Do I buy organic all the time?  No.  Do I buy organic when I can?  Most of the time.  What things do I always try to buy organic?  All of Ben’s baby food was organic, and his whole milk still is, and most of what he normally eats is.  Am I some kind of crazy hippy that likes to throw money away? Crazy is debatable, hippy is somewhat applicable, but not so much on the throwing of the money.  So why bother?  Well the mom in me really really likes to know exactly what I am feeding my baby.  I like knowing what all the ingredients are, including the stuff that you don’t think about, pesticides, antibiotics and other junk.  In my mind this is part of that raising a healthy happy kid sort of stuff, I choose to be picky like that.  Oh and also, I like the earth.  Weird, I know.  I like the idea of sustainable farming, responsible land and animal management.  I will give you more of my money if you help to make sure that things like, oh nature are around when Ben’s kid’s kids are.  So that is why I bother.

For my sister…

So since my sister called me a butthole, I have to post.  I really don’t have anything to post about.  So if you value your time, quit reading now, this will be a waste of it.  (edited to add… hey actually didn’t turn out too bad… I do actually have things to say!  who knew?)

- My sister also wrote a lovely post about our weekend together, go read it here. She talks a little about my little Tasmanian devil of a son Ben… Who while I realize is a sort of a tasmanian devil, I guess I just don’t think about it often.  It is just day to day life.  I also think the damn weather has something to do with it.  He gets so bored inside all the time he has to invent things to try and destroy the house, errr have fun!

- Work has been interesting this week, as always since I started this new job.  I have tons of stuff going on all at once, and 98% of the time it rocks.  This week that 2% seems to be always around the corner more than it had been.  We are so backed up on projects right now I am having to tell people mid to late March for anything new right now.  But I still like it, and am really enjoying it.

- Have a dr’s appointment tomorrow, I am interested to see how much weight I have gained, 2 mos ago it was 0 (not that I was a skinny minny to start, but still nice to hear).  I really don’t feel like it should be much more than that at this point either, my belly is bigger obviously, but nothing is out of control yet.  (Oh and really like hearing that heart beat!  It is still so amazing to hear, even though i feel this little person rolling and kicking around in there all the time!)

- I can’t believe that I am almost 6 mos pregnant… how did that happen.  (the time, not the actual getting pregnant… sheesh)  May is so right around the corner I am getting antsy about the room we have to completely redo to get ready for this kid.  I started looking at cribs, and know I really want to get another convertible one, I really like Ben’s.  But I think this time I will also throw in the trundle drawer, and toddler rails, as those would have both come in handy.

Can it be summer now? Please?

I am really really done with winter. Really. I actually cannot express in words how done it is I am with winter. What pushed me over the edge? Pictures from my lovely, if really late in sending pics, sister-in-law. So I will share some with you from my parent’s house on the lake, late this last summer. And then you can tell me how much you miss the warmth and the nature. You do miss it.

Cousin Ella and Ben, summer lovin’ kids!

Awesome Uncle Matt and tired summer lovin’ Ben.

Super water enthusiasts and summer lovin’ Jenny and Ella.

Magic Posting

Does anyone know anything about magic blog posting?  Where when I think of a good blog post, I can take a couple of seconds, think about it, develop it a little and then it will magically appear?   ‘Cause that would rock.  It isn’t I don’t have anything to say.  I do, I just never remember them when i sit down, log in hit write and post.  And lately most times I sit down to a comp it is actually to work!  I know, weird.  But that is the good thing about this job, every day I come home and I can actually say I accomplished at least one thing.  But there are like 34758913741 more to do, but we won’t chat about that.  Just the Jenny actually got something done at work thing, that is the thing that rocks.  Sometimes they are silly things that should have taken 15 minutes in my mind, and end up taking 2 hours, but hey at the end of 2 hours SUCCESS!  An actual accomplishment… dude I rock.

Almost done…

With work tonight.  Although I got a new job at my old workplace, I still agreed to work one night on the Help Desk.  I don’t know how much longer I will do it though, as 10pm for this old pregnant lady seems a bit too late.  Usually I am at home and with my feet up by 8:30 with D taking care of me.  Not necessarily asleep, but def. not working.  So we will see.

The other day I was grocery shopping with the fam, a usual weekend activity, and I saw someone I knew, but wasn’t necessarily friends with.  They went out of their way to say HI! and chat, and this always makes me scratch my head.  I’ll admit to being somewhat anti-social at times, but I think that there are times that a mutual ignore-ance is fine, preferable actually.

Sometimes when I go to the town I graduated High School in this happens as well.  You see someone that you admittedly recognize, and then comes the decision.  The polite Hi, the just turn the other way, which is it going to be.  When you get the HEY!  I haven’t seen you in forever, I didn’t talk to you more than 3 times the entire time we went to school together, and can’t probably remember your name, BUT how the HELL are you? it is confusing.    Of course it may be just me, but aren’t there people that not talking to is just fine.  I am not trying to be rude or mean, it just seems odd to go out of your way to greet someone you haven’t thought about in a long time, not a long lost friend, or hey you were cool, just someone.  Maybe it is just me…

XL seriously?

I am getting to/past the point that I need maternity clothes.  I have some shirts from when I was pregnant with Ben that will still work, but my ass is larger than it was before.  So no pants.  And turns out I hate hate hate, shopping for maternity clothes online.  I only have a few options locally that honestly believe that only short skinny chicks should get knocked up.  I have a long torso and maternity or not I have only found a couple of shirts that end up covering my ENTIRE belly all the way to baby.  This is really annoying.  I can choose to wear the same damn shirt every other day.  Or walk around not realizing my big belly is hanging out.  Which by the way I have found to be an odd phenomenon.  Maybe it is just me but the more pregnant I get the less likely I am to realize that 4 inches of my less than flat and appealing belly is just hanging out for the world to see.

And pants.   XL really?  ’cause at what other point in your life do you rely on letters to buy pants.  Is that XL before I got knocked up?  Or after?  And as soon as you enter a different store that XL could mean 8-10 sizes bigger or smaller.  So buying online, yeah no.  So if there are any maternity clothes secrets out there, please share.  And if you are smaller than a size ohhh 10, I don’t care.  No really.   I don’t.

I am not just fat…

I am pregnant too!  So most people that know me know this by now.  But every once and a while I will encounter that person that I just don’t see very often at work, or random person I know in the store and then it happens.  The hummm maybe your pregnant, or maybe you are just carrying a lot of new weight in a weird way dance.  They don’t want to jump out there and say congratulations, in case it is um congratulations you look pregnant but you are just fat.  As no one wants to be congratulated on that.

We had the ultrasound this week, as I am in my 20th week.  And every thing was fine.  We didn’t find out if it was a boy or a girl, although I will admit I was more tempted this time than I was with Ben.  But I would have been very disappointed had we found out.  This way we have yet another aspect of having a new baby to look forward too!

This pregnancy has been fairly nice so far.  Besides some blinding hip and back pain, that I am sure…(yeah right) will get better as this kid gets bigger.  Ben made me sick each and every day I carried him, so it is nice not to puke constantly.  Which I am sure goes without saying…