Thursday, March 29, 2012

Super Mom to the Rescue...

So tomorrow Ben starts going to once a week daycare.  I'm really excited for him because I know he's going to have a great time playing with kids his age.  Today I decided to gather up all the items on the list that he needs to bring with him and leave there.  Diapers-check, change of clothes-check, toothbrush-check, sleeping bag and pillow-oh crap.

So I'm not Super Mom, and I completely forgot that he needed a sleeping bag and pillow for nap time.  Damn.  So I grabbed a blanket, threw it in the bag and decided that would be good enough for tomorrow, and I'll find him one this weekend.

And then I got to thinking.  There's no reason he needs a big puffy sleeping bag....and the blanket I'm sending with him is plenty big enough to be doubled up like a sleeping bag......why not make a sleeping bag out of the blanket?

So I did a little research, looked at a few other homemade toddler sleeping bags and decided to go ahead and make my own.

Seriously, easiest thing ever.  Also the cutest thing ever:

It isn't lined, so it's hard to tell that I have it flipped open in this picture, but it's open about a third of the way down.

Ben was napping, so George modeled for me.

Ready to be put away!

I'm the least crafty person that I know, so if I could do this, pretty much anyone can.  But I'll give my basic instructions in case anyone is interested.  I started by folding the blanket in half the long way.  Then I folded it in half again, rolled it up and measured a piece of ribbon long enough to tie it up with a little extra to sew into the bag.  Then I unrolled it, folded it the long way but so the inside was facing out.  I pinned the short side first and pinned the folded in half piece of ribbon about 1/4 of the way down one of the sides so when it was folded in half to be rolled the ribbon would be roughly in the middle.  The ribbon has to be tucked on the inside at this point so when you turn the bag right side out the ribbon will be on the outside to tie.  Then I pinned the long side for about 2/3 of the way.  I didn't have a zipper, and don't think I could have sewed one on there if I wanted to, so I just left that side open.  Once it was pinned, I sewed it on my sewing machine, turned it so the right side was facing out and VOILA! instant sleeping bag.

Ben is going to be thrilled because this is one of his favorite blankets, and I think its perfect since he is supposed to have a nap mat to sleep on anyway, and he won't sweat to death in the summer.

So I take back what I said earlier....I think I am Super Mom.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Too Much Growing

Ben and I have a routine.  We have lunch at 11:30.  At 12:00 we go upstairs to the rocking chair and snuggle together and watch 15 minutes of Paula Deen's homecooking, I put him in his crib, and after a few minutes of muttering to himself, or vrooming cars around his bed, Ben falls asleep for his nap.

Today when we went upstairs we watched one minute of Paula Deen eating a fruitcake and Ben looked at me and said, "Mom, my room."  "You want to go to your room and go to sleep?" I asked.  "Mmmmhmmm."  So I carried him to his bed, put him down and a few minutes later he was fast asleep.  Without any snuggling from me.

Have we reaching this point now?  Has my little buddy started to get too big to snuggle with me before he naps?  That can't be possible.  I'm not ready for that to be possible.

I imagine most parents struggle with the bittersweet moments of their youngest child growing up.  It feels a bit more bitter and lot less sweet when your youngest child is also likely to be your only child.  I love my son tremendously, and appreciate him more than words can say, and am so happy that he's growing up so well.  But I'm also not ready for it.  Oh if I could just rock him on my lap forever....

If all the lights in her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of his bed.  If that great big man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.  And while she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.

-Love You Forever by Robert Munsch

Can't he just be little for a little while longer?

Sunday, March 25, 2012

A Thank You Note

Do you write notes to your server on your credit card receipts or bills when you go out to eat?  I don't.  But I think I should start.  Especially when I have great service.  It sounds kinda corny, I know, but I can't tell you how that can change someone's night to know they are doing a good job.  Especially when you're in the service industry.

Last night I was having a pretty decent evening.  My tables were easy, they all seemed happy and I wasn't busy so I was able to give them my full attention.  I like nights like that.  They're not especially profitable, but sometimes you just need a night like that to recharge.  Unfortunately, about halfway through my shift I had a very large table, with a relatively large bill, leave me a very small tip.  (Less than 10%, which I think most people would agree is not acceptable.)  I was pretty irritated.  And when that happens I always wonder if I somehow had been doing my job poorly.  Maybe I didn't refill drinks fast enough?  Maybe I checked on them too many times?  For me, a poor tip makes me both irritated and reflective.

So after grumbling and muttering and wondering if I had done something wrong, I let the matter drop.  It's NEVER worth worrying about for more than a few minutes, though it's not exactly easy to put out of mind.  Then later that night I had a small table come in.  I treated them the same as I treat all my other tables, and when I went back to grab their receipt after they left, they had written "Thank you.  Great Job!" at the bottom of the slip.

It's nice to see a little note like that when you've been questioning your performance.  I may not have the best job ever, but it's nice to know I do a pretty good job at it.

I suppose I'm writing this to remind myself, and anyone else out there, that little words of encouragement do matter, to everyone, in every profession.  So if someone is doing a great job at something, don't be afraid to let them know.  You never know, it might be just what they needed to hear.

Friday, March 23, 2012

Movie Date!!!

Do you remember me raving about The Hunger Games series?  I raved, because it was awesome.  And now The Hunger Games movie is out and I'm SUPER excited to go see it.  (Envision me bouncing in my chair right now, because that's what I'm doing.)

I think I would be really excited to see this movie regardless of who I was going to see it with, BUT, I'm lucky enough to be going to see this one with my friend Rachel and that just has me doubly excited.  Shortly after graduating high school we confessed to each other a mutual Harry Potter obsession.  Since then we have read the remaining books (sort of) together (I read way too fast for anyone to actually keep pace with me) and seen all the remaining movies together.  When the final Harry Potter movie came out I know I was equally as excited and crushed that we'd made it to the end.  It was nice to have an implied movie date with a good friend and the end of that was very, very sad.

Until we discussed how AMAZING The Hunger Games was.  A new movie date was born.  (Seriously, I'm bouncing in my desk chair, I'm so excited!)  I hope the movie is good.  I know it won't be as good as the book.  That's a given.  But even if it is the WORST movie of 2012, I'm still going to be so excited to see the next one because it means an automatic movie date with my friend.

Plus she brings the gummy bears.

Oh my god, this is going to be great!!!!

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Some Updating...

Is it REALLY March?  Seriously?  I'm pretty sure this is late May weather....and really nice late May weather at that.  What on earth is it doing here in MARCH???

Yesterday my pant less child was playing outside without shoes on while I cooked dinner on the grill.  IN MARCH!!!!  Amazing!!!

Aside from this absolutely beautiful weather streak, things in my life have been pretty uneventful since the good old name change.  I've been spring cleaning, a little, doing yard work, a little, and reading on my kindle, a lot.  I've also been working a lot lately, which has been fun, and a bit tiring.  (I have NEVER seen anything like St. Patty's day at the bar.  Holy cow!  Wall to wall people and I was literally SHOVING people out of the way to get drinks to my table.)

Since I have now signed up for one lunch shift a week a work, I've decided to put Ben in a daycare.  He starts next week and I'm very excited to get him over there.  It will just be one day a week, and the lady that is running it has a son his age, so there will be an automatic playmate for him.  I'm very excited that he's going to be able to play with someone else his age and I think he is going to be sooooo excited once he gets there!

Since this blog seems to be headed in a rambling update direction, I might as well note that I've been doing a lot of reading lately and have been enjoying some really great books.  I finished Gettysburg and was pleasantly surprised.  It took me a long time to get through, since it was a little dry, but it was overall pretty good, and I'm looking forward to reading the next books in the series.  After Gettysburg I scored a deal on Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk for my kindle.  It was AMAZING.  It's been a long time since I've read anything gritty and rough like that and I LOVED it.  After that I read a few murder mysteries by Julie Spencer-Fleming that were pretty decent, and now the copy of Out of Oz by Gregory Maguire I reserved through the online library is available and I'm diving into that.  Is there anything better than sitting in the sun and reading?  I really don't think so.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Happy Thursday

I woke up this morning determined to make scones.  I love making or baking a delicious breakfast, but most mornings it just doesn't happen.  Even on the weekend.  But today I wanted some scones.  And not even the giant stack of dirty dishes was going to stop me.

The scones came out of the oven and, despite doubling the amount of dirty dishes needing to be washed, I sat down happily to enjoy one.  Then Ben came over to investigate.

"Mom?  Bite?  Mom?  Me Bite?"

So I give him a bite.

"Mmmmm.  That good.  That good bite."

Then silence and a determined look.

"Ben, are you pooping?"


Sometimes being a mom means you eat your delicious homemade scone while your kid poops and begs for more of your scone.

Happy Thursday...

Saturday, March 10, 2012

So Now I Have to Admit I'm Married to Him...

This has been a pretty interesting week.  Why I've been such a slacker about blogging about it, I couldn't really say, just lazy this week I guess.  :)

The fun started Wednesday after a long day at work when I got a call from my husband that didn't start out well:

"You're not going to like this."  (Not a good sign.)  "Wells Fargo needs you to go to the Social Security Office tomorrow and change your name."


I've been married to my husband for nearly seven years.  I didn't really start out with the plan not to take his last name, it's just kind of what happened.  At the time, I was just finishing up college and I didn't want to confuse my student loans or the registrars office with a name change during my last year.  So I left things alone and as a result my college diploma has my last name on it, which I'm pretty happy about.  I probably should have changed my name after graduating, but who really wants to go to the social security office and the DMV?  No one.  So I kind of just left it and figured I'd do it before I had a kid so I'd have the same last name as my child.  Well, having that kid took a bit longer than anticipated, and by the time he finally arrived, I was feeling pretty confident in leaving my last name alone.  It had been my last name for so long why mess with a good thing?

Apparently Wells Fargo felt the need to mess with a good thing.

We're refinancing our mortgage this month (yay for saving $200 a month!!) and apparently Wells Fargo is confused that I don't have my husband's last name.  They won't let me do an "aka" on the loan and since the deed was prepared with my husband's last name on there, I was actually required by Wells Fargo Bank to take my husband's last name.

So I did it.  I grumbled a bit, but it's not something I really mind.  Sure my husband's last name is longer, and sure it has that damn capital "D" in the middle interrupting the flow of the word, but what are you gonna do?  It's not a bad last name, so I'll take.

Thursday morning Ben and I went to the Social Security Office.  We took our number, a la deli counter style, and sat down to wait.  There were fifteen windows in that office for helping customers.  Obviously, only one was open.  So we waited, and waited, and said "Hi" to everyone else waiting (Ben is in a SUPER friendly stage right now) and waited some more.  Forty minutes later our number was called and we went to the window.  Five minutes later, the lady at the window handed me back my papers, gave me a receipt, and congratulated me on my years ago.


Or so I thought.  Apparently Wells Fargo doesn't trust me.  I gave them my receipt, which was signed by the lady at the Social Security Office, but apparently that's not good enough.  I could have forged that.  Because that's what I do.  I forge stupid Social Security documents so I can close loans in my maiden name and stick it to the man.  Yup.  They caught me.  Seriously though, they wanted me to have a "stamp" on my receipt from the Social Security Office.  A stamp.  AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!  So Friday morning I called the Social Security Office and BEGGED them to send something to Wells Fargo saying I did in fact GO to the office and CHANGE MY NAME.  They sent a letter for me and with a little luck, Wells Fargo will believe them.  It's on official letterhead after all....(sigh).....

So yes, I've officially changed my name.  Now I just need a trip to the DMV and the bank and I'll be good to go.  And then I have to change my facebook status...but that's like, really official, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that...maybe in another seven years.....

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Confused Today

I'm not a very political person, and my blog is very unpolitical.  But lately, I've been kind of confused about this very political debate about contraceptives.  I'm mainly confused because I thought this stuff was sorted out in the sixties and seventies.  Women's Liberation and all that jazz.  Birth Control for women=cool.  We can have some control over our lives and when we want to have children.  Our choice.  Seems pretty fair to me.  So needless to say I've been pretty confused as to why this is an issue. 

I've been following the story on and off through the newspaper, blogs, online articles, etc.  Today, I read a few blogs about Rush Limbaugh's recent comments and was flabbergasted.  There are really people out there that think women who would like to see affordable birth control are sluts and  prostitutes?  Really?  REALLY?

This really irritated me.  Seriously.  To the point where I actually checked to see if Limbaugh really said those things, because, seriously, how could someone be so ignorant.  And he did.  And he said worse than that.  It's sickening.  And now I can't stop thinking about it.

I think the initial argument here was that employers should be required to provide health insurance to their employees that provides birth control for women.  Not unreasonable in my opinion.  And I get that this makes churches mad, and I'm pretty sure they are going to be exempt.  So I'm just not really sure how this exploded into "If we are going to pay for your contraceptives and thus pay for you to have sex, we want something for it.  And I'll tell you what it is.  We want you to post the videos online so we can all watch."  (Actual quote from the transcript of Rush Limbaugh)  That's disgusting.  Just disgusting.

And as upset, and confused and grossed out by this whole needless debate over birth control as I am, I'm saddened because I know that for years, women, men, doctors and congressmen have been fighting to require health insurance to cover infertility treatments.  If congress can't even agree to cover something as simple and common place as birth control for women, I see little hope of ever seeing coverage for infertility treatments.  And that just makes me very, very sad.