Category Archives: Parenthood

Mt. Mommy

Rydia has gotten to the point of adventuring. She climbs on everything and ANYTHING.

Including piles of laundry, beds, her crib1, and Mommy and Daddy.

The problem with her climbing on Mommy, however, is that when you have a 31-pound2 kid climbing on your back which is already bruised from over 2 years of child carrying3 makes it extremely painful for Mommy.

When I say painful, I do mean PAINFUL. However, she will climb Mt. Mommy because…that’s what she’ll do, and there’s not much I can do about it. Other than stock up on painkillers4 and Pepsi, of course.

  1. She actually can go halfway in, but she’s a little chicken still
  2. And 3-foot-tall. Yep, she’s a giant for her age
  3. Actually, my back hasn’t been the best, carrying such a big baby for this long has made it worse. Only hope that if we do decide on siblings, they are NOT her size
  4. Which has mysteriously disappeared–a HUGE ASS BOTTLE of 600 MG Motrin…gone.

The insanity clause.

Rydia’s been very vocal as of late.

And vocal’s good. Vocal’s REALLY good. Especially when she uses words (sometimes mixed in with her gibberish).

But vocal’s NOT good when it’s 1am in the morning and you’re trying to sleep. Vocal’s also NOT good when it’s 1am in the morning and she’s jumping in the crib along with her talking. A sleep deprived mom is one that is prone to bouts of insanity, and we all know how crazy I am when I do have a good night’s sleep.

Which…has been..well…never.

On top of her waking up in the middle of the night thinking that it’s play time even though everyone else is in bed, back pains are still there.


Okay, I’m going to go before this turns into me going crazy beyond repair. Just thought I’d let you know that I’m still here, just finding it hard to have motivation to blog. I could use a new layout, but bah, maybe in January.

Why I don’t condone smoking

I dated a smoker before. Maybe it was his hygiene that sucked, but he had the worst ashtray breath I ever experienced. Kissing him was like licking ash. I’ve also seen what it did to his body–he wasn’t too bad looking, but the more he picked up that cigarette, the more his lungs suffered, and it was evident in the cough he had constantly. There was a time where he even looked for the best cigar deals.

Unfortunately (or well, fortunately since I have an awesome guy now), our relationship didn’t last very long for other reasons, but I would’ve wanted him to quit smoking. I know it’s not an easy thing to quit (it’s like telling me to quit chocolate–probably will never happen), but for the sake of his poor wheezing lungs…

Internet? What’s that?

I’ve been in a funk lately, and anything site-related, whether my own or Ronnie’s (I’ve been attempting to work on a new design for his site) is just not getting done fast enough. I don’t know if it’s just my normal bout of depression, boredom, lack of physical energy, or a combination of all three, but I just haven’t been in the mood for any of it.

I have, however, been playing The Sims 3, and since the new expansion came out, I’ve been playing it more. I’ll make a blog entry, complete with photos, with what I’ve done so far. I have been asked if I’m going to revive Miss Sim Goddess, and as much as I want to because it was quite fun to act like a crazy ass, the way Sims 3 works with the families makes the MSG concept (close to) impossible. So if I do revive it, it’d be in another form. But I haven’t thought of it yet. But I’ll try and get that entry out later.

But I will leave you with this picture of Rydia. She took some photos for her 1st birthday last week (granted, it was a month and change late, but it got done at least!), and we should be getting the physical copies this week, but I got a sneak peak (and saved it to my computer).

Masochistic we are.

So a while back, I told you about the toy that wouldn’t shut up? Well, apparently it has been silenced1.

Then we did something really bad. Bought Rydia TWO barking toy dogs. They’re cute, and they keep her quiet2. So much so that she has fallen asleep while they were barking incessantly.

I’m starting to have dreams of barking toy dogs.

But as much as all of the sound-making toys annoy us to no end, and make us look like we’re into masochism, Rydia enjoys them. That’s all that matters, right?

  1. Read: not sure where the fuck it disappeared off to; pretty sure Rydia got tired of it and threw it out of her crib somewhere
  2. The only other thing that keeps her quiet is food