my thoughts on life this morning

Here are my thoughts on life as of 9:30 this morning. They are as follows:

Lakai has cheesy scrambled egg in his hair and an applesauce goatee. It's really hard to get him to take his orange flavored vitamin drops when we're out of juice to mix it in and he is now spitting at me and leaving a fine mist of iron tinted saliva along with the drool now mixing into the remaining puree on his chin. It's a good thing the jumbo packs of paper towels were on sale buy one get one free.

I can recognize the last two PBS Kids cartoons that were on TV even though I haven't stepped foot in the living room in the last hour. I know that Dragon Tales is a rerun and I can sing the theme song. And I know that Sesame Street is on next and I secretly kind of enjoy it.

I am proud of myself for actually cooking something beyond toast for breakfast this morning, and if I'm ambitious I might try my hand at dinner. Better not over-do it. Maybe I'll just put something in the crock pot.

I am also happy that I'm pretty much through my morning sickness phase and am excited that we finally have health insurance again so I can schedule my first doctor's visit. It'll be a huge relief to get to hear the baby's heart beat and make sure everything is okay.

I am not excited, however, about the holiday shopping season looming ahead and the rediculously long hours Brad will be away, but if we can make a little extra money off of the post-Thanksgiving shopping craze, then I say hell yeah.

I am disappointed that I've spent my morning on the computer and think that I might miss my prenatal yoga class now. But I did get out of bed and didn't move immediately to the couch, so that must count for something. I think I'm going to get Lakai's room organized this morning and sort out his clothes that don't fit anymore.

Well, I probably shouldn't waste more time on here so that will be the end of my thoughts on life this morning.

where were you between 2:35 and 2:45 pm?

....so Lakai just got done throwing pieces of his grilled cheese sandwich, lovingly made for his lunch, at me, while laughing.  Okay. I clean that up and he lets me know not so subtly that he wants more green beans.  I go to the cupboard to get a new can and knock a wine glass off the counter shattering it into a million pieces at my bare feet.  The only thing standing between my vulnerable feet and some shoes is... a broken wine glass.  Damnit. The vacuum and broom are over there too.  Okay, disaster averted.  I have my shoes and the broom.  I guess I took too long with the beans though because now as I'm setting them on his highchair tray he is shoving them in his mouth hand over fist and pulling them back out, laughing through his six clenched, bean flossed teeth.  Well, I guess I'll clean that up and see if he wants some juice.  Apple juice.  It seems to be going over well... until I turn around and he has dumped the contents out on his tray and is smearing it around making a shiny grease slicked puddle that accounts for most of his tray.  He looks up at me, smiling, with a piece of green bean hanging from his ear in such a way that it resembles an earring-- I can't help but smile... then... SPLASH!  both tiny hands descend on the puddle spraying the sticky mess over the two of us.  He giggles, and gives me this look as if to say, "aren't you proud of me mom?  Look what I learned how to do!"   ***sigh*** you gotta love it.