updates and friday ridic-ness
i’m a little jumbled this morning and in need of some serious caffeine after a crippling migraine yesterday, so i’ll keep this short and sweet… and scattered all over the damn place.
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have you scoped out mah new threads? purty sexay, eh? many, MANY thanks to the lovely jenn for redesigning this perfectly imperfect blahg of mine.
if you’re jonesin to shed your current blog design and put on somethin new, i highly suggest you check out jenn’s design blog as well as her portfolio full of incredible, custom work.
she is the knees of the bees, ya’ll. THE. KNEES.
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silly jackson photo of distraction!
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ummm, what else…
oh yes! i’ve been enjoying myself with a new gig over at band back together, the brainchild of the infamous aunt becky. why she asked me of all people to join her crew, i dunno… but imma have to hop in the peace wagon one of these days and road trip it to see her and give her some lovin.
thank you, AB, for adding me to the brains behind the band.
if you’re not already following the band on teh twitterz, please do so. that is where you’ll find me, flinging glitter in all sorts of directions.
to contribute to the band, simply create a righteous air guitar solo, add more cowbell, and click here for the deets!
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what’s that? you want more silly jackson photo distraction?!?!
sorry for the blurry. he was on the move.
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speaking of the band… next week, while jackson and i are slummin in the ATL with my folks, i get to meet jana!!! jana is one of the editors for the band.
i’m so looking forward to seeing her for TONS of reasons, but mostly because she is just splendid and has a very beautiful heart.
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ABOOYAH!!!!!!!! silly photo of jackson distraction!!!
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also… ALSO… my friend, melissa has embarked on an incredible new adventure over at pigtail pals. introducing curious crickets!!! curious crickets is a line of BOYS t-shirts, of which you will be seeing jackson sport in the very near future.
melissa is a long time friend of mine, a fellow activist and advocate for women and girls. i am so proud of her!
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ok, ok… stop pestering… last silly jackson photo distraction…
clearly this child is trying to tell me something along the line of “i want back in the womb.”
or… he’s running over his own foot with the stroller.
HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND EVERYONE!!!
this is how you bring sexy back
for the last two + weeks, paul and i have woken up each morning with a scratchy throat that has both of us talking in the tone of a 75 year old man with bronchitis.
it’s totally hot.
once we’re done turning each other on with our old man voices, we each cough up a lung in the form of phlegm and then proceed to assess how congested we are.
“ugh.”
“seriously. this can’t be another cold?”
“no, jackson’s got better like 10 days ago.”
“what is it?”
::COUGH::
“beats me, but this SUCKS.”
“it’s allergies. has to be allergies.”
::HACK::
“yeah, there was something on ‘the today show’ the other day… matt lauer was talking about 2011 being the worst allergy season ever in the history of all allergies that ever existed.”
::PHLEGM WAD::
“well there ya have it. it’s allergies. we are allergic to something in here.”
“probably all the mold.”
“from the roof? still!??!?! you really think so?”
“i dunno.”
“maybe the dog?”
“i dunno.”
“maybe the pillows?”
“no. they’re hypoallergenic. remember, we registered for those specifically with the hypoallergenic duvet we got from the guys for our wedding.”
“yeah…”
::COUGH::
“this sucks. i’m goina get some advil.”
“ok, grab me three?”
::HACK::
“wait! refill my water?”
::SNEEZE::
and then paul leaves for work and jackson climbs in bed with me and jumps all around until i want to vomit. but i can’t vomit because of the wall of shtuff that resides in the back of my throat.
we’re basically allergic to each other. that’s the only explanation i can come up with right now.
it’s like when people tell you that after a certain number of years of being with the same person, you begin to look like that person… but reversed.
we are killing each other softly.
on growth
i watch him place multiple rubber duckies in a nest made of blanket. he places them tenderly, with so much care, wanting the “whole families” to be together.
back and forth he goes… from his toy buckets, digging for ducks, then turning around and heading back to the couch and depositing the ducks in their rightful place… and back again.
i am fairly certain our son grew numerous inches (like, eleventy and twenty-nine) during the 6 days that paul and i were on vacation. jackson is enormous, and THIS CLOSE to being entirely potty-trained.
granted, he nearly drove me to tears yesterday with a ferocious tantrum in the middle of the mall, but most of the time, i’m in awe of him.
this morning, jackson accompanied me to go see my doctor.
he played quietly, examined the fish in the tank, worked on puzzles, flirted with the nurse, and when my doctor came in, he asked her what she was doing.
“well, i’m helping take care of your mom so that we get her medicine right for her.”
“but why?”
“because that’s my job, to take care of her, so she can take care of you.”
“and she needs the medicines?”
“yes, she needs ‘the medicines’ sometimes, but she’s going to stop taking some of them too.”
“like in the morning?”
“yup.”
“so she can feel all better?”
“yup. we’re going to make sure your mom is feeling all better as much as we can.”
“fanks doctor.”
my little buddy then went with me downstairs to the lab so that i could have blood drawn.
he showed his buzz lightyear to the technician and told her that “mommy needed a shot.” she showed him where he could pick out a sticker for himself because he was such a good helper.
he picked one out for me instead.
paul and i are trying for another baby. we’ve been wanting to for a long time, but after i miscarried, i struggled a lot.
time has passed, i’ve continued parenting jackson the best way i know how, and found that i’m not struggling as much anymore.
and this is good.
i am good.
i have weaned off some of my anxiety and depression medication entirely, and i am able to stay on some that are safe for pregnancy.
so, we’re trying.
and we’ll see what happens.
mallard
this guy was found floating around our parts EVERY DAMN MORNING of last week, while we were unplugged.
my only complaint is that i found a few too many feathers whilst relaxing on my floaty. also… gastrointestinal debris.
paul on the other hand, empathized with the duck, stating so eloquently, “this lake really sucks. no fish. nothing but drunk people.”
Have a Sip
