Thursday, February 23, 2012

Vacation wrap up. part. 2.

I think it's safe to say that most parents of young children have an underlying fear when it comes to traveling/flying with their kids. It can be a very risky, knowing you in a very confined space for how ever long you are willing to roll the dice with a child of (fill in the blank) years old.
For us, we've flown quite a bit with Hudson starting when he was 6 weeks old. It's the ONE place, we've always had luck with him. The noise, the people, the excitement of flying, a strong stomach, he has always been an excellent traveller so I've never really had that pre-flight anxiety (besides my own visions of the plane going down with every bump.)

And then last night happened.
Our flight was delayed by 1.5 hours so we decided to grab a quick bite to eat at Johnny Rockets. (mistake #1) Hudson wanted a chocolate shake and a hot dog. I am a little heaved out by hot dogs but I thought what the hell, this will be the last bad meal of our vacation. (mistake #2) I made sure he ate as much as he could because it would be the last meal of the day/night. (mistake #3) As the airplane started to ascend on our 5 hour non-stop flight from Cancun to LAX, Hudson said his tummy hurt, and projectile vomited his dinner (see mistake #2) all over himself, me and the 2 innocent gentleman sitting behind us. Remember, we were ascending and nearly vertical at this point. Both men had to change at least 1 (2) item(s) of clothing while I gave Hudson and myself a sponge bath in the very spa like (disgusting) airplane bathroom. In the meantime E and a flight attendant changed out our seat cushions, both wearing rubber rubber gloves as though they were performing surgery and (were forced to) moved the guys behind us up to business class.
Once Hudson was changed into his only clean option, E's T-shirt, I rinsed the hot dog bits out of my hair and we both fell alseep.

About an hour later, the pilot announced "Flight attendants, please take your seat....Immediately" (I especially love the "immediately" part)
Turbulence began and Hudson projectile vomited once more. This time, mostly on me. I was wet from head to toe but we did manage to get a small amount in the vomit bag, which, at this point Hud and I high fived at our major accomplishment.

At the end of it all, Hudson was still a traveller trooper. Never crying or complaining. His only comment, as I pumped hand soap into his hair while he is stood in his underwear on the airplane bathroom toilet was, "Mom, I am so sorry. That was terrible and we can never tell anyone at my pre-school that I did this."


Through the eyes of a 4 1/2 year old. (pics I found on my iPhone, that I did not take, but I think I know who did.....)































Vacation wrap up. Part 1.

Vacation top 10 ten list.

1. Sleeping in. Well, actually, I was up by 7 or 8 am (central) which is 5 or 6am (pacific) but I didn't have to wake up to an alarm clock so it counts.

2. Read a book front to back. As in a real book, not an audio book, that I listen to (over a few months) in-between stops at work, pre-school pick ups and Trader Joes grocery getting.

3. Brushing up on my spanish. "Un hamberguesa con queso para him y dos cervesas por favor." (one hamburger with cheese for him (E) and 2 beers please) Thats kind of where the Spanish ends for me.

4. Hudson learned a new language of his own complete with Words such as "bullshit" and "damnit. "
Thank you grandma Julie.

5. Got one of those "burned in those places you forget to cover with SPF 50 and then have to sit in the shade for the rest of the time tan."

6. Made friends with a local named Paco.

7. Realized (repeatedly) that I would definitely be a vegetarian if I lived anywhere but the US. (see story in part 2, next blog post)

8. Remembered how I wish "bargaining" was as popular in the US because every purchase feels like a sweet deal.

9. Minnesotans love Mexico. Not only my folks, but it seemed every other person on the beach was from Minnesota, with one exception, a Canadian couple.

10. The sad feeling you get when you finish a really good book. I have that.

Thanks for the great vacation Mom and Dj! It wouldn't have been the same without you. (Actually, it wouldn't have happened with out you.)

Now for my photo album of 136,459 pictures! ....Ok, maybe just 5.



1st time snorkeling for Hudson.




Not the first time grandma Julie wore him out.




My view.



I wish I could have fit these chairs in my suitcase.




The end.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Happy VD

VD being Valentines Day of course (or Venereal Disease.) Depending on how you look at it.

My relationship with VD is pretty much summed up in this article. (titled "Having Kids Forces Me To Pretend To Care About Valentine’s Day")
http://mommyish.com/childrearing/i-hat-valentines-day-718/

.....Pretty much since I can remember.


So go get your romance on people and if you don't have anyone to call "cupcake"......at least eat one.





My cupcakes.























Friday, February 10, 2012

Hey Ladies...

Well, I don't know about you, but I "got rid of shit" today, one of my New Years goals still going strong. I ran, went to our therapist, had a healthy cry and got my haircut. In that order.
Anyway, I would like to give a shout out to all my lady friends, in light of the upcoming Valentine's Day, which I dislike for many reasons.
The main reason being my birthday is 4 days later and I alway get screwed on one of the two days. (No pun intended)

So this year, especially this year, I want to dedicate both Valentines and my birthday to my lady friends and family. I mean every single woman in my life. I would not have made it through the past 10.5 (but who is counting) months with out you. All of my female friends who have surrounded me with much needed estrogen. These are women near and far, some much younger, some much older and some the exact same age as me. Women whom I've barley met, women I've know since childhood. Friendships made, friendships re-kindled, friendships that have never wavered.

Thank you ladies for writing to me, calling me, texting me, emailing me, laughing with me, running with me, feeding me, crying with me, doing their nails with me, getting drunk with me, singing karaoke with me, sitting in silence with me, re-assuring me, repeat......

Thank you all. Happy Valentines day and don't forget about my birthday bitches.


Valentines IPhone art by Arty (Aka my husband)














Checking the surf today.















More surf check....















Just a teepee that E put together yesterday in our backyard. No big deal.




Well, I don't know about you, but I "got rid of shit" today, one of my New Years goals still going strong. I ran, went to our therapist, had a healthy cry and got my haircut. In that order.
Anyway, I would like to give a shout out to all my lady friends, in light of the upcoming Valentine's Day, which I dislike for many reasons.
The main reason being my birthday is 4 days later and I alway get screwed on one of the two days. (No pun intended)

So this year, especially this year, I want to dedicate both Valentines and my birthday to my lady friends. I mean every single woman in my life. I would not have made it through the past 10.5 (but who is counting) months with out you. All of my female friends who have surrounded me with much needed estrogen. These are women near and far, some much younger, some much older and some the exact same age as I. Women whom I've barley met, women I've know since childhood. Friendships made, friendships re-kindled, friendships that have never wavered.

Thanks you ladies for writing to me, calling me, texting me, emailing me, laughing with me, running with me, feeding me, crying with me, doing their nails with me, getting drunk with me, singing karaoke with me, talking on the phone with me, re-assuring me, repeat......

Thank you all. Happy Valentines day and don't forget about my birthday bitches.


Valentines IPhone art by Arty (Aka my husband)


Checking the surf today.



More surf check....



Just a teepee that E put together yesterday in our backyard. No big deal.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

JFK, Gisele, and being gay.

I'm kind of grumpy and overwhelmed this week. I get really annoyed with the fact that it's impossible to do a phenomenal job at anything when you're trying to do everything. Ie) work, home, relationships, working out, girl time, relationship time, mommy time, clean the house time, me time.
It's all about re-adjusting the time I have but as of late......I haven't had time.

So, instead, I'm going to touch on a few current events because lets face it, at times, talking about other people is soooo much easier than dealing with my own crap.

1. The lady (Mimi Alford) who had the affair with JFK (50 years ago) and happen to write a book about it. First of all, a famous, powerful, rich man having an affair? SHOCKER! It's pretty much a prerequisite for most politicians and professional sports athletes for that matter. This is not to say it's ok or that I'm condoning it but seriously, I think we know the drill by now. This is not "news." These narcissistic men will continue to sleep around as long as there are women who are willing to sleep with them.

2. The Gisele Bundchen post Superbowl "rant."
Ok for those of you who don't get your news from Entertainment Tonight like I do, Gisele is a super hot, supermodel, who happens to be married to Tom Brady (super hot football player.) Some press guys gave her a hard time about Tom losing the game and she retorted by sort of blaming Toms' teammates. Now, the press is all over her for her "crazy rant."
Really? I am on team Gisele and here is why. She's Brazilian so I would have expected WAY more swearing than what she did. In addition, I wholly respect her competitive nature. We all know that Gisele and Tom are not going to have to dine on Ramen Noodles for the next year because he lost a silly little Superbowl Game. Gisele alone, is a billionaire. That being said, if it would have been me (as Gisele and after a few beers) my response would have been "Really dickhead? I'm going to buy the NY Giants and next year, "I" will own Eli, asshole.." or something like that.

3. Finally, can we let gay people get married already? I mean seriously, the time, money and energy spent STOPPING this is ridiculous. Honestly, is marriage that much of a "treat" that we don't want "those evil gay people" to get to enjoy? Please, tell me what I'm missing here. Plus, our society needs gay people. Why? There are a million reasons but a big one is because they are socially responsible. Unlike folks such as the ass-hat Duggar family who have 19+ children and think that it's ok. I'm with ya Duggars, "God works in mysterious ways," but it's not that mysterious. I think we all know by now how babies are made. So let the gays be married and have a 50% chance of making it like the rest of us.

















Friday, February 3, 2012

Superb bowl.

Another week down. I can't wait to tell you all someday what my weeks' are REALLY like (no, I'm not a stripper.) For now I will just say it was good. Pretty darn good.
A busy weekend ahead with birthday parties, baby showers and.....Superbowl? I like the idea of Superbowl Sunday. The food, the beer, screaming and yelling for no reason. Here lies the ongoing problem after you have kids: Where the hell does one watch the Superbowl? At this point E and I have a wide array of friends. Mainly due to our 9 year age difference, the eclectic nature of people we love and the main stay, friends-with-kids. Yes, if you haven't heard, the new "friends with benefits" is equal to "friends with kids" once you have your own kid(s.) So, when it comes to events such as Superbowl, we still want to eat our body weight in guacamole, drink beers and make human pyramids like the rest of you but we can't do that with young children to tend to. In this economy, we can't afford a babysitter, and, NO ONE with children and full time jobs want to host a party on a Sunday night. At least none of our friends. Now, I realize not everyone has the same sentiment, but remember folks, we live in San Diego and football is not exactly a "winter sport" or a reason to stay inside for the day.
So here we are, upon another Superbowl Sunday with child. All dressed up and no where to go.....except for the beach....and the nearest Mexican joint for guacamole, chips, a beer, and maybe even some football.