My Baby Boy

It's almost Branson's birthday. I can't decide how I feel. I'm so excited to celebrate his day in every way that is amazing, but I'm so sad that the year is already gone. I know there are so many happy times ahead, and I can't wait to experience them. It's just a simply bittersweet thought.

here are some pics in honor

Sleep? Yes Please!

This morning all I can find myself thinking is, "what the hell is wrong with me?".

Last night we went to dinner for Ryan's birthday. Yay 32! Even more yay for it being on 10/10/10. He was stoked. We went to Sushi. I dressed up, we ate a ton in a really short amount of time. We came home to an already sleeping baby (he went to bed at 6:30? Nice! I think...)so we ate our ice cream with Momo, dove even deeper into our (my) sushi coma, she left, we watched Dexter and by 9:30 Ryan was passed out and I couldn't even read a chapter in my book. LIGHTS OUT! Becasue I've been sleep deprived for litterally forever, I was so ready to get a good night in. So, naturally, I didn't. I tossed and turned. Everytime Branson or the animals moved, I was up ready to go, thinking it was 6 am. Then at 2:30, I was just up. I paced. I nursed B. He was up too. When I put him back in his crib he played for 20 minutes before deciding that since his sleepy-by friend turned it's music off, he better go to bed. Then I paced more. I checked facebook and twitter. Then I read the news on my phone. Then I tossed and turned some more, drifting in and out of shushyby land (can you tell all I do is watch Baby First TV?) until B got up at 7. Now, I sit here, begging him to go down for a nap so I can too. I didn't even make myself a cup of decaf in fear of it keeping me from that glorious nap that is in the near future. I can hear Ryan in the shower. I'm praying he is done in the room by the time I go in there. Otherwise, there will be no nap. Branson is wide eyed and bushy tailed. Greeeeeat. So excuse me while I go beg him so more. I can't even spell his name properly with out spell check pointing it out.

Irritated. Superly.

Today I am totally irritable. The bad part is, I'm irritated that I'm irritated. And there is no exact reason. Maybe because I'm stressed. By why am I stressed? Ryan's birthday is Sunday (happy birthday baby!), I've got him a great gift. But it's kind of stressful. What if he hates it? And today my cutie-patootie baby Branson, who is normally a fabulous eater, is boycotting food. Unless he can eat it off my finger. What and where is this coming from? I refuse to be a human spoon. I'm already a human fountain. Then there is baby's birthday. A little less than a month away. I've order invites, they are super cute. But what if I can't get them out in time? Next on the list is our vegas trip. It's kind of in the middle of everything. Have to cancel 2 appointments because of it. Which means I have to get my blood work done before we go. And when am I supposed to do that? I went to labcorp this morning and there were about 847 people ahead of me. So I just walked out. Ugh. And, I've already threatened my husband with his life if he works the entire trip. I mean, when you own your own business you are always working, but it would be nice to have a little family time too. And to me, family time is not spending all day in some wearhouse looking at slot machine parts/stools/software/glass. Which leads me to our hawaii trip...I think I will threaten him with his life AND divorce if he works the whole time we are there. I'm pretty sure he knows better (does he? this is the man *whom I love very, very much* that worked 2 of the 3 weeks on our honeymoon, and only didn't work the last week because there was zero signal for phones or computers). I'm also irritated at TV characters. This dumb, dumb woman on Real Housewives of DC and her husband to be exact. They snuck in to the White House, and that is just lame. And I'm angry because I'm American and that seems so very wrong. On a similar note, I watched the goobernatorial (spelled improperly on purpose folks) last night to get a better idea of who I should vote for. What a joke that is! Neither one could tell me what they wanted to do to better Nevada. All they did was poke at each other. So I may be voting for neither one. Another thing, I can't find something I really need. Thanks God I can get a duplicate, but won't be able to get it until the day before I leave for Vegas, and I need it like, yesterday. UGH.

God Bless you if you are still reading this. I know that was totally unorganized and probably makes no sense, but that's whats in my head. And that's what blogging is about right? So there you have it. A sneak peak into my effed up brain, ha! I actually feel a little better. Well, I did until Wayne Brady came on the TV and is rapping on some game show. SHUT. UP.

Pictures from Walley's

Creature of Habit

Happy Saturday! And a big thank you to my hubby for getting up with Branson and letting me sleep in.

We spent the last week at Walley's. We love it there. My mom has a timeshare, and Ryan and I were married there almost 2 years ago. Besides being hot, it was great. Oh, and besides the little monster Branson. We could not figure out what was wrong with him. He wouldn't sleep at night, (hello, 1 am and 4 am play times). He screamed all day, didn't want to eat, only wanted to nurse. I thought, he's teething, and maybe, could it be? He MIGHT be a little spoiled? Maybe it was all of the above. But when we got home, he was an angel. You would have thought he had been reunited with his very best friends the minute he saw the dogs and cat. He nearly fell over himself to chase them around, yelling lovingly "dat!" and "do"! And, the most bestest part, he slept through the night. I was terrified that I had negated all the hard work I had put in the last 2 months. But apparently, my child is one of habit. Makes me a little nervous for Vegas and Hawaii.

Pics to follow soon.