Well, today is not a good day to update either. I've been irritated by just about everyone in my life. My dear friend and my honey are the only people I'm not irritated with. Well, that and my baby boy. He's being a pill, but he can't help it that he's sick. It turns out that he has inherited my ears and his father's sinuses. Poor baby has a horrible ear infection and a sinus infection. It explains why he is trying to shove his fingers all the way down his throat though. He's just trying to scratch that itch you get when your sinuses drain. He's been constantly digging at his ear, but he is such a good natured baby that it's so hard to tell when he's sick. He only becomes cranky and inconsolable when he's tired. So, we've been to the doctor's for the second time in less than a week, and we have another appointment next week. Plus, our doctor is going to refer him to a ear, nose and throat specialist. So we have that appointment to look forward to. It's been along day that may turn into a longer night. Baby T is napping and just refuses to wake up. I know he's sick and needs his sleep but I'm afraid that if I just let him sleep that he won't sleep tonight and since that's the only time I get to sleep, that could be a major problem. Pregnancy sucks every once of energy out of my body. It's a wonderful time, but I just didn't realize how difficult it was going to be while chasing around my precious baby boy. Well, time to cuddle up on the couch with my baby and wait for Daddy to come home. :)

Well, my nasuea and fatigue are finally explained. I'm pregnant. Yay! I'm so excited and so is the rest of the family. Woo Hoo!

An open letter to my son on his first birthday:
It hardly seems likes it's been a year since you joined us. Time flies by and you are growing so fast.
When we brought you home from the hospital you were so tiny and helpless. You barely took up any space in you bassinet and now when I wake up in the morning I hear you talking to yourself. I walk in to get you and you are standing up in your crib, with a huge smile on your face, reaching out to me.
A year ago we had such problems getting you to eat. You would eat for a minute or two and then fall fast asleep only to wake up hungry 15 minutes later. Now you are eating lots of solid foods, and even feeding yourself. If you are eating something messy and I am too slow in dishing your next bite out to you, you howl like a ravenous little wolf.
You used to love to snuggle on Daddy's chest to sleep and you still do now, but only after you are all tuckered out from a long day of learning to walk and talk. There are so many things going on around you, and you want to be a part of all of them.
Ever since you were born you've always been so aware of everything going on around you. You have such bright, smart eyes.
When you smile you have dimples under your eyes. Your smile lights up a room, and people always stop me to tell me how cute you are. My friends always tell me how much you look like your father, and you do, but people who watched me grow up smile and say that you look like me.
You are so close to taking your first wobbly steps and I know that once you do, you'll be unstoppable. You are infinitely mischievous and love to follow me around the house getting into trouble. You love to crawl around with the tv remote in your hand. We gave you your own remote and took the batteries out, but somehow you always know the difference between the real one and the fake one. You are fascinated with the computer keyboard and have shut down the computer more than once while I've been working on it. One of your favorite things to do in the mornings while I am making breakfast is to get into the fridge and show me all the food that is in there.
Everyday your babbling sounds a little less like nonsense and a little more like real words. You say Dada and Mama and you when you like what you are eating, you say, "Mmmmm". You "sing" when you hear music and you "dance" when you like the beat.
You are growing up more every minute. I feel like I put you to bed as a little baby and you woke up as a little man. We danced our first mother-son dance at your "Aunt" Kat's wedding to "Uncle" Jake a few weeks ago and you were so cute. I cried. You are also the best swing dance partner a lady could ever ask for.
Your Aunt Valerie love you so much and begs to have you come over for days at a time. Grandma and Grandpa P spoil you rotten and then send you home to me. They love you so much, and I know that you love them just as much. When they call on the phone and talk to you, you smile and "talk" right back.
Grandma Sue gave you your very first taste of donut and loves to take you to work and show you off.
Uncle Bernie comes over to hang out fairly often and you two have fun.
At the beginnings of this months we moved out of the first apartment you ever lived in, to a huge spacious apartment. Your Dad works so hard to give you the best of everything. He wanted this apartment so bad, so that you would have room to roam as you grow and explore. He loves to spend time with you so much and you have giggling fits when he throws you in the air and plays airplane with you. No matter how hard you are crying, whenever he picks you up and sings to you, you always calm right down.
You have definitely been showing signs of a fiery temper. I think you might get that from me. Hmm. When you don't get what you want, you scream bloody murder and throw things. When I pick you up to comfort you, you want nothing to do with me and push my face away when I try to kiss you. And just in the last few days, you have discovered a flair for the dramatic. Whenever I tell you no, you screw up your little face, pull your ears and cry like the world is ending.
I kiss and snuggle you every chance I get because I know that soon the day will come when you say "Eww Mom" or "Not in front of the guys!" My favorite time of the day is the mornings. You are so cuddly in the morning. We have an awesome ritual. When you wake up, I bring you to Mommy and Daddy's room and we snuggle in bed and wrestle and giggle and have good times. Then, when Daddy comes home from work, he plays with you and reads you a story and puts you to bed.
You are growing up so fast, I almost wish I could freeze you at this age but I cannot wait to see the man that you are going to grow up to be.
Your Dad and I have such big hopes and dreams for you, and we know that if you reach for the stars, you WILL achieve.
I love Tristan Scott. Thank you for the year we've had with you and for the many more to come.

Aw, crap. It's weigh-in thursday and I forgot. Well, I did better at work last night and I only ate 1 cookie! :) However, the scale is up again. I am back up to 175. Which is better then the 186 I started out on but worse than the 171 I was at last week. I need to find a way to get myself more active, but with the weather being all yucky I have to be inside, and we sold the treadmill and the weight bench when we moved. Hmmm, well, if I could get the new washer and dryer connected I could do laundry which involves 3 flights of stairs. AND, there would be clean clothes too!

Note to self: Check the weather forecast before attempting a last minute outdoor birthday party.
It will save you the time an effort of calling and inviting people over the phone and then calling them and telling them the celebration is off the very next day. Turns out we are looking at rain and heavy thunderstorms for the next week here in dreary Erie, Pa. So, the zoo party is a no go, and since we have only a love seat here in the new place (you know, the one with all the room. and no furninture.) the party is postponed. Indefinitely. You see Sept 4th is Labor Day and I am not going to lump my child's first birthday in with a national holiday for convenience sake. So, that party will have to be after that I suppose.
On the bright side of the whole situation, we did find some great knight themed parties at Birthday Express(.com) and now we have time to order the things we really want instead of settling for the quickest or cheapest. Ack, a party in a box. I swore I would never do that, but gosh, it's great. It has everything we need (and more) for the party, the designs are awesome and the centerpiece lights up and makes sounds! Also, if we just buy the party in the box it kind of assures me that I won't forget anything important. Like plates or something. Putting off the party also allows me the chance to send out inviations and have people rsvp so I can find out how many dang hot dogs and hamburgers to buy. And it allows more people the chance to make plans to come, maybe it seems shallow but I want a bunch of people to be able to celebrate my son's birthday with him! Now I just have to find a cake decorator with an awesome castle theme or something.
Also, I have a phone interview for a job today. This would be an ideal job, because it is for working at home. I would set my own schedule and make a bit more than I am currently making working outside the home. I'm not so sure if telemarketing from my home is going to work with Baby T but it can't hurt to try. And there won't be any heavy sales involved, it's all inbound through a company I worked for several years ago, more order entry for pretty much the same stuff I worked with then. And I could keep my job as a Quality Assurance advisor for application specialists at my current firm. (Doesn't that sound snappy? Quality Assurance for Application Specialists... yeah, it's not really. I just make sure the telemarketers don't screw up, and that they follow all of the applicable laws. And I get paid LESS than them. Oh, the irony.) However, I heard on the lowdown that there is a management position opening up very soon and I am being considered. Yay! Must find printer cables to print out my resume. Even though they have it on file, must push more hardcopies under their noses to remind them that I exist and am a qualified candidate.
So, the sooner I get Baby T to go down for his nap, the sooner I can do my telephone interview. Off I go. Wish me luck!

Wow, I am on a roll with the blog-iness. Two whole days in a row.
I went out to the party stores yesterday and I found nothing fun, as far as Knights or Princes or Kings. It's a female dominated world, there's all kinds of fun Princess stuff out there but nothing for royal little boys. Bah Humbug. So, we've narrowed it down to Spiderman or Thomas the Tank Engine. And I think we are going to go with Spiderman. It's webslingy! And noble and heroic. And on clearance. Is that horrible? I don't really think it is, he's not even going to remember it, there's not going to be many kids at his party, and I don't even let him watch enough tv for him to have a favorite tv show. Besides the less we spend on party supplies, the more we can spend on toys and fun stuff for him. And HE is what this party is all about. (Plus we really like the Spidey Disk Launchers)
I also discovered that Tim Hortons puts mushrooms in their chilli. What in the heck is that all about? My boss told me that it's a Canadian chain, so maybe that's why? I mean the last time I was in Canada I saw someone eating french fries with gravy on them at McDonalds. So, yeah the fact that I was at Tim Horton's? Definitely means that I blew the SlimFast diet yesterday. I drank my first shake in the morning and started the day off right, but I rushed out the door so fast to go do the birthday party shopping that I forgot to pack healthy snacks or a shake, then I went directly to work and had to grab food there. I've been drinking so much diet pop lately that regular pop tastes strange to me, and my friend told me that drinking too much diet pop can actually cause diabetes. I don't actually know if this is true, but the idea behind makes sense to me. You are taking in something sweet so the body creates insulin, but since there is no sugar all of that insulin is "unemployed" without something to do. Makes sense, don't you think?
So today, I started off with my healthy meal. I had a spanish omlette. Eggs, green peppers, red peppers and onions. All fresh and cooked by me. Yay for me! LOL. I'll have a shake for lunch and a shake for dinner, and I am also going to pack some healthy snacks to curb the craving for sweets at work. Grapes and apples have natural sweetness so maybe I'll be able to resist the temptation to nibble on the candy they keep giving us at work. I swear, it's like they think we are in kindergarten. If you are good little children we'll give you candy. Seriously, they've been known to flick the light switch to get us to pay attention.

Time for an update the doesn't make me sound like a babbling moron...
I am fully prepared to be permanently hungry for the next few days. I am starting back on the SlimFast diet because a) I have a 2 huge containers of shake mix and b) because I am too dang lazy to cook, or count points, or make the effort to research healthy eating. So sad. I have decided to do it start it today because I am kidless until thursday morning and the hunger is easier to deal with if I don't have a screaming baby in my ear. I'm beginning to think that the undivided attention that we have been providing to the little one may have been counter productive. Now if he can't see one of us he throws a tantrum, or if he can see us but we aren't paying attention to him he gets unbelievably mad and screams so loudly I swear the neighbors are going to call child protective services on my butt. He's incredibly bright and intelligent, but also incredibly demanding. With that being said, I am so relieved tha my mother has kidnapped him for a few days. I gives me a chance to clean the house and maybe even unpack some of the stuff that is still in boxes around here. Although, since I don't know what is in the boxes and obviously don't need it (since I haven't unpacked them yet) maybe I should just pitch them and declutter my life just a little bit more.
Also in the works for the next few days or so, plans for Baby T's VERY FIRST BIRHTDAY PARTY. We still haven't decided on a theme yet. I've been trying to pin down the hunny for weeks to make a decision but he works so much that it is impossible to get a time when the party supply stores are open and he is off of work. We surfed the internet last night to maybe decide on something and narrowed it down to two things. Either Baby Sesame Street or Thomas the Tank Engine. Then he got it into his head that he wants to have a King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table type party. So, off I go to check out the party stores and see what is to be had. Ciao!

Wow, it's 3 am Saturday morning and I am sober and tired but I cannot step away from the computer. I have to be up in a mere 3 hours to go to work and I cannot sleep. I should really write a detailed update but I feel way too frenetic and spastic to do it. I'll just sit here and type nonsense to tell you that I have been feeling kindof down lately. It affects my relationship and my eating habits. I have the feeling that maybe if I eat healthier I might feel a little better. If not physically then maybe physiolgically. BUT... My car is broken, and there isn't a dang grocery store around my house. I refuse to shop for food at a convenience store and the dollar store doesn't have produce. I ususally have a few moments to stop at the store before I head to work, but since I am going to work and they don't provide a blasted refrigerator at work I can't exactly shop and take it with me. So, I get snacks for the night at work. And instead of grabbing some fresh fruit or granola bars or even rice cakes I buy soda and crackers and combos and doritos. Of course the soda I buy is sugar free and calorie free and has massive amounts of caffiene so it makes me happy but then I come home and crash. Gah. Endless vicious cycle.
I'm manic depressive yet even in my downward slides insomnia plagues me. Of course it doesn't help that my little family is a little strapped in the finances department even though I went back to work and so my hunny and I have been fighting and not spending any QUALITY time with each other. We had an interesting disagreement tonight, and I'm not even sure what caused it. Hence, the not sleeping. However, I know that I'll fall asleep at work tomorrow if I don't force myself to go to bed, so I am going to head off to bed and hope for some kind of resolution tomorrow. Or at the very least some chocolate.