the playdate...

i have been a member of a mom's group for a little over a year now. i wouldn't say i have been an active member, but a member nonetheless. i have picked up my involvement since january and we are having a wonderful time with all the various activities.

i chose to host a play date at our home. the weather was beautiful. 83 and hardly any clouds so we got to play outsides. 24 moms and children packed in our house for a potluck lunch, playtime and banana spilts. everyone had a great time. and, as you can see from the pictures, emerson was on hand for entertainment...hope this isn't
a career path!

strange things that lurk in your mailbox

you may or may not know that we banked neal's cord blood after the urging of our ob/gyn. it seems research (which no one told me this at the time) shows babies who have chemo while cooking in the oven can develop blood cancers later in life. nice. and people who receive chemo can also develop these said blood cancers years down the road. again, nice. so we banked the cord in hopes that one day we will never have to use it, but it is there if something does happen.

after losing my paperwork and the such the registry place offered to bank our blood free of charge for the rest of neal and my life. how nice! that saves us oodles of dough. so today i get a package from them in the mail. i open it and it is a present. hmmm... the front of the card says, "Happy Birthday! 1 today!" I think this is a little odd as neal will be 1 in 2 more months, but hey, they were a little early. i then opened the card and it says, "Happy 1st Birthday...to you and your belly button! From your friends at the Cord Blood Regisitry." the present is a children's board book appropirately titled- Where is Baby's Belly Button. I have attached photos of the card and book.

I just found this to be a little odd and too funny not to share.

more emersonisms...

she likes to wipe her bobo crotch with paper toilet!

My how things change

If you are anything like me you were a wonderful mother before you had children. You would roll your eyes at a screaming child in the grocery store, you would make a mental note never to let your child make a mess at a restaurant and you have all your disciplining techniques down pat. Well, after these two kids have shot through my womb my story has changed...considerably.

As a new mom with only one kid mind you, I was on a quest to be this perfect mom. I was determined my child would always listen to me, my child would never throw a fit in a store and my child would NEVER leave a mess in a restaurant (I was a waitress in college and had to clean up after many a little darling). So when Emerson reached the age where she was eating Cherrios, Puffs and the like I decided to take a miniature sweeper and dust pan to restaurants with me. I would bend down at the end of a meal and get to work. I look back at that pathetic woman now and wonder who is she? and why didn't someone smack her?

This brings me to today. We had just left Little Gym and I decided we would venture to the grocery store. So I had thought ahead a packed snacks and drinks. Snacks and drinks are great distracters. My kids might be on The Biggest Loser in 18 years, but whatever, I need to shop. So half way through the shopping ordeal Emerson decides she no longer wants her snack. I take her bowl and place it in the cupholder. However, the bowl is too fat so I just set it on top of the cup holder balancing it ever so delicately. Needless to say while I was mulling over which diced tomatoes to buy I knocked the stupid bowl over. Cherries, peanuts, raisins and goldfish flew every which way. Oh, no! What to do? Two options rapidly came to mind. I could walk away and pretend I didn't do it or I could painstakingly get on my hands and knees picking up every last crumb. And then reality hit. You have two kids who are close to nap time. If you pick up the mess you just lost 2-3 minutes of precious shopping time. So I chose to forgo the diced tomatoes and get out of Dodge before someone without children spotted me and passed judgement adding this scene to their list of not to do's as a parent!

Emersonisms...

She is my kid and, well, she cracks me up. They say children learn from hearing and watching the adults in their lives. Emerson is a a never ending sponge soaking up the world around her. She says things that I do not know where it comes from.

For example:

Today she is talking incessantly and of course I have tuned her out busy with what it is stay at home moms do and I hear her say, "You understand me?" My attention quickly snapped to her and I had to refrain from laughing. Hmmmmm I wonder who has ever said that to her?

or

She has become quite obsessed with baby dolls. She likes to feed them and change their diapers and put them in different outfits. Today I overheard her tell her baby to lie still because she needed to wipe the poop from her bobocrotch. Bobocrotch? Not sure where that term originated.

Alas, we have decided to go over to the dark side and start a blog. Really this blog is for us. Writing a journal is just not working for me and since we are on the computer more often than not we decided to journal on a blog. In doing so, friends and family can peek in every so often and see just exactly what the crazy Brewers are doing. We do hope you enjoy our antics.