Suzy Q Homemaker

Simon is 2.5 years old.  Can you believe it?  Well.  Shame on me, but I finally sat down to do his StoryBook yesterday.  The good news is that I completed the entire thing in one day!  Here are my two favorite pages:

Funny I should leave a comment on Chrissy’s blog about it never snowing around here.  It snowed today!  It didn’t last long and it never stuck, but it was still amazing for those in the family who had never seen it before.

Whipped up in a jiffy in Creative Memories StoryBook Creator 2.0 with the Seasons 11 x 8.5 Free Downloadable Theme.

I don’t know what you all put on top of YOUR tuna casserole, but I put Cheese Nips on mine. Not regularly, but I didn’t have any potato chips or fried onions, so I improvised. And damn, it was good. Plus the kids thought it was funny and were more impressed with my culinary skills than ever. Then we got into a conversation about where Cheese Nips come from. DS1 had a hard time believing there was a Cheese Nips factory. We sorted it out after a few minutes of debate.

“Where do Cheese Nips come from?
The store.
“But where do the COME FROM?”
THE STORE.
“No, BEFORE THE STORE!!!”
The Cheese Nips factory.
“There’s no Cheese Nips factory.”
Yes there is.
“No there isn’t!”
Yes there is, now be quite and eat.

THE END.

This morning I was all set to break out the postnatal yoga dvd I’ve had waiting for me from Netflix. I put it in the dvd player and it wouldn’t play, so I took it out and inspected it. Now. I’ve had this disc since before Simon was born. Did I bother to even make sure it was ok? NO. I wait until this morning, all ready to get back into the routine and the disc is cracked. So I had to pop in an old yogazone tape that I copied from the tv show that used to be on the Health Network back when we had cable when ds1 was a wee babe. I’ll probably pay for it tomorrow, but I wanted to do something substantial. What I’m really looking forward to is running again. My shoes barely got broken in last summer before I had to call it quits due to the heat. I’m making plans to run after the baby eats in the morning. That’s usually around six or seven.

I got the bigass HABA catalog in the mail today. It makes me giddy to see all the cool toys I can get for my kids & other family’s kids.

Ok, the baby’s awake. Time to finish my ramen and give him some boobie juice.

Not really. My mother came over around 10:00 so she could ride with us to the eye doctor, who then referred us to a pediatric eye doctor. I should have asked over the phone whether or not he saw children, but I guess I just didn’t think about it at the time. When I actually made the phone call, it was the only few minutes in the day I didn’t have my hands full; I was lucky to even be able to pick up the phone and have a conversation in complete silence.

As it turns out, the pediatric eye doctor is booked up for the next two weeks, so I’ll have to make an appointment for afterward. Joy!

So we got to come home a little earlier than I planned, which meant I could go rehearse for the wedding this weekend. It also meant I got behind on some housework, but I managed to make up for it earlier this evening. I didn’t scrub the sink like I wanted, though. I’ll try to do that tomorrow. I did, however, manage to do laundry. Despite the overwhelming piles of hand-me-downs we got from my sister, the baby needs his clothes changed quite frequently. He is one heck of a spitter.

I took apart the skirt I made. I realized it was such a sheer fabric and I wasn’t sure how to finish the seams. So after a load of research, I decided to redo the whole thing with French seams to keep them from unravelling. Ultimately, the skirt will look much better, and the fact that it won’t fall apart when I wash it is an added bonus. Thankfully, I hadn’t spent all that much time making it. I’m going to be much happier when I finally finish the dang thing.

Tomorrow, we venture out and to the Health Department for my WIC appointment. I’m scared to go by myself (well, me v. The Boys), but the Health Department is two miles away. So if the baby gets upset, we’re not doomed. He actually did well on the way to the eye doctor this morning. On the way back, however, my mom had to hunt for the Car Pacifier about five times because he kept spitting it out.

The baby was pretty fussy about an hour ago. I though it was gas, but he was way overtired. I started singing to him and it was like he instantly went to sleep. I guess he missed my singing–I was practicing for my recital and singing in church right up to the day before he was born. Duh.

I need to get motivated to clean the shower. Someone motivate me. PLEASE.