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.

SWAB YOUR EARS WITH MOUTHWASH!

I survived my first baby-to-mommy cold. I'm pretty sure we picked it up at the swimming pool. As much as I don't want to think about what is in the water that Branson so happily splashed into both our mouths, noses and eyes, I have to think that's where it came from. What would you expect to be in a pool filled with babies, toddlers and young kids? Go ahead, ponder that....

so that's how last week went. Branson got sick 2 Friday's ago, poor little guy. Stuffy nose, sore throat, didn't want to eat, couldn't sleep. Lucky for him, it only lasted 2 full days. Now only a runny nose lingers. While he was crying in my arms one early morning, I said, "I wish I could take the sickness away from you. I would rather have it myself." Well, someone above was listening at that very moment and granted me that very wish. The day we had company come in, I felt it coming on. Monday we went to the rib cook off, and I knew I had it when I could barely stand to walk around with out feeling like I was going to pass out. Then it hit full force. I couldn't swallow for the pain was soooo flipping intense. Runny stuffy nose, sinus headache and green mucus were to follow shortly after. I even went to urgent care. Why did I do that? I spent $50 for the dude to tell me since I'm "breastfeeding" (couldn't he say nursing?) I can't take anything. And that I should call my "OB" because she will know what to do. So I called my OB. Her lovely nurse (we don't like her much) informed me that they are only in charge of me while I'm pregnant. I should go see a Dr. Which at the time translated to, "leave us alone lady, you aren't pregnant any more. And even when you where you were a pain in the ass." (I had a difficult pregnancy, and the nurse wasn't very sympathetic.) Finally I got the OK from Branson's Pediatricain (what???) to take some cough syrup. So, I drank down the cough syrup and took as many Tylenol PM's as I could. Should have knocked my ass out right? WRONG. I was up until 3 am with a screaming ear ache in BOTH ears. I was in tears and desperate, so I did a little online research to find out if there were any home remedies to cure it. A popular one for both positive and negative feedback was to swab your ear with mouthwash. After reading all the people that said "yes! this works" and the ones that also said, "um, my Dr. told me I was an idiot for doing this and now my ear drum has permanent damage." I weight my options. I decided having permanent damage would be worth an hour or 2 of sleep. Not 2 minutes after swabbing my ears, I felt not only minty fresh, but enough relief to finally get some sleep. THANK YOU LORD! Who ever thought of rinsing your ears with mouth wash is my hero. I wouldn't do it on my kids, but for me it's safe enough.

Swimming

Branson had his first swimming lesson last Wednesday. To say he loves the water is the understatement of the century. Let's put it this way: he was the only baby that didn't have a melt down. The second we got in the water, he was all smiles, all splashes, and all kicks. He loved "swimming" back and forth with me and the teacher. Thank God! I'm so glad I don't have a baby that is afraid of the water. On the downside, every week I have to get in a bathing suit. Ugh. But, I've been dieting and am down 5 lbs. Only 10 more to go! This isn't about me though. I tried to upload a video of him swimming, but apparently have a degree in computers isn't enough to know how to work one. Maybe next week.