Hello. My name is Kate and I am...

I am completely addicted to Facebook. When I signed on I thought it was fairly lame and forgot I had an account for a few weeks. I only have a few friends, people whom I talk to via email on a fairly regular basis anyway. But over the past 8 months or so I have found (or they found me) family, elementary school friends, high school friends, college friends, previous and current co-workers, my best friends mom... I have built a Christmas Tree, raced cars, poked and tickled people. Then some wonderful (but slightly idiotic) person invented Scrabulous. I cannot go a few minutes on a computer without checking to see if one of my many Facebook friends has taken their turn on our game. I cannot stop playing. I always liked Scrabble, but it wasn't my game of choice (I am a Boggle girl at heart). But now I want to play all the time. Thankfully for my daughter's sake I've been able to control my addiction at home so that I only check multiple times an hour if she is asleep.

My name is Kate and I am addicted to Facebook. If your name is Nicki and it is between the hours of 8a-4p, I swear I am working!

If you find me on Facebook, I accept your challenge =)

I CAN WALK!

Buh-bye swing

At 11 months old and very few real naps, the baby swing has been put in the basement. We are now teaching/training her to take naps in her crib. This is one of my daughter's last naps in her beloved swing. This swing is now being sold on craigslist for $20 if anyone is interested. =(

(Notice the bruise on her left cheek? Newly walking baby incident at daycare.)

Early Birthday Present

Last week, when I was home ill, my baby got a package in the mail. Normal, right? Not really...it was from her deceased great-grandmother, Beamers. Beamers passed away when my daughter was a month old, so they have never met. Unknown to me, Beamers was working on a quilt for my daughter when she passed. A good friend of hers finished it, and hubby's aunt mailed it just in time for my daughters birthday. Hubby and I had an argument about whether the quilt should be used... I won. Baby will be using it =)

Oh Snot Queen, how I miss you so.

The one thing I can't seem to get used to about being a working mommy is leaving my daughter in the hands of others for 8+ hours a day. I trust her daycare but I miss my baby so much! Today I struggled with whether or not I was a bad mommy for dropping my little snot queen at daycare. Not for my own selfish reasons, but because she really is the queen of snot. When I went into the nursery this morning, my baby was covered from nose to chin with dry and wet snot. Gross! Thankfully its that time of year and all the babies are dripping with the stuff.

What really concerns me is I think my baby is starting to like the taste of the snot as it drips into her mouth all day/night. She also thinks its perfectly ok to smear it all over her mommy, the couch, the cats, etc etc. Double gross.

However, it is Friday. From 4:30pm today until 7:30 Monday morning, she is all MINE! =)

Jail Break!!!

Here's my baby! This was taken last month. She loves standing at the gate. Most often the kitties are waiting for a safe moment to enter the living room.

Notice warden daddy in the back ;)

Reason #1 why breastfeeding SUCKS

I am sick. Oh so sick. Most people would shake their head at me complaining because it is just a cold. However, MOST people can take any over-the-counter medications they want. I am a breastfeeding momma who is restricted to ibuprofen, tylenol, and cough drops. Do any of them help? HELL NO! I have been voiceless for 4 days now. I finally gave in and took today off of work.
Sleep, gatorade, and Anne of Green Gables are helping me recover! If I manage to shower before getting baby from daycare, then I will get some ice cream too.

Send some good health vibes my way!

You can't teach a man new tricks, but you sure can try!

I am a full time working mom. My husband is a student who often keeps late hours. Ie... I do not get out much.

Last Saturday some friends invited me out. Nothing major, just going to a local cupcake shop to hang out for a few hours (drool...). Hubby said yes, but I had to go after he got home, around 8pm. Baby tucked nicely into bed, sound asleep, I bolt out the door at precisely 8pm. I pick up my girlfriends, get a nice chocolate cupcake, and proceed to talk about things NOT work or family. 10 pm rolls around and I glance at my phone. Missed phone calls too numerous to count plus text messages from Hubby.

BABY IS AWAKE! COME HOME NOW! He exclaims.

We pack up, I drop my friends off at their houses and head on home. Hubby is FURIOUS at me... Baby is chewing on iPod. I get baby back into bed and hubby is giving me the silent treatment. WTF!!

We "discuss" the situation (we all know what that means... I yell and he sits there with his face all tensed up). Hubby does not get the fact that he can come and go as he pleases and nothing going on at home affects him. But God forbid I leave the house for a moment because the baby might wake up and want to nurse. Baby could scream, cry, avoid sleep, avoid food, what have you, and he can go on his merry way. I don't get that luxury (as we all know!!) so what am I supposed to do? Stay at the house 24/7 for fear of baby waking up?

Hubby apologized. Did he mean it? Maybe, maybe not.

Following evening, I am invited out to see a movie. More specifically, a CHICK FLICK that Hubby would not want to see. I turn down the offer. Hubby says call your friend back. You can go!

Have I mentioned yet that I love my husband?

You can teach a man new tricks!