Bad Day Remedy

Nothing cures a bad day like a swift kicks to the ribs.

Let me explain...

Yesterday was one of those days where you sit at your desk, stare out the window, and wonder what the purpose is. I felt like I was being walked-over, disrespected, and left out (I know, pity party!). With each hour, the day just got worse and worse. By the time my day was over, I was just thrilled to run to the crowded grocery store to pick up ingredients to make my annual fudge I give out to my house-cleaner, puppy-sitter, and coworkers. 'Tis NOT the season in my corner of the woods on this manic Monday!

And then..... I got 3 swift kicks to the ribs.

"Excuse me!" I politely yelled at the tiny person taking up residence in my belly, and then I couldn't stop laughing. It seemed like a very important person was trying to remind me of a very important rule. Don't sweat the small stuff! And even though it doesn't always necessarily feel like small stuff... when you have a 2 pound person kicking and elbowing you in the ribs, it kind of all really is?

PS - I want to say that no animals were hurt in the making of this video, but after watching it a few times, I realized it was getting branded. So then I started to cry. But... it was the best video I could find. So I left it up. I'm sorry PEETA!!! 

Don't Kiss Your Honey...

One of the best cards I ever saw, and still remember, said the following:

Don't Kiss Your Honey
When Your Nose is Runny
You May Think It's Funny
But It Snot

Gets me every time!!!

I bring up this lovely poem because it coincides with my weekend. On Sunday, I went to watch a hockey game Cole was coaching, followed by the hockey team holiday dinner. The second I walked into the ice rink, I remembered why I hadn't been to a single game yet this season. My fingers and toes went numb and I could see my breath.... and I wasn't even IN the ice rink yet! I was standing by the window panes looking in. And that was as close to the ice as I was going to get for the next 2 hours. I pulled out my phone and attempted to send a few text messages out.... and I let my friends know that I am not cut out to be the hockey mom Cole really wants me to be. I couldn't feel my nose and I was pretty sure it was running down my face. Frozen snot is not quite the look I am striving for, for the next 18+ years. The mom haircut and mom jeans are pushing it as it is.

Look 1: Frozen Face Hockey Mom "Would you kids like some fresh orange slices and Gatorade?"

Look 2: I'm known to some as a MILF. 

So Cole and I made a pact on the way to the holiday team dinner. Between hockey & choir, our children will have plenty of winning choices. And hopefully they follow in their mothers footsteps. Or at least pick a sport where I can cheer them on from a warm and cozy spot in the stands. But if Cole wins out, and we have a hockey son or hockey daughter, then even though I technically "lose" I will actually still "win"... I will just pour some Baileys in my coffee before every game and pee my pants to keep warm. Kind of like this yo-yo...

Go Team Go!

Short & Sweet!

This entry is going to be short & sweet, because no news is good news! We went in for our followup ultrasound to check out the kidneys - and so far, they have remained the same (fluid is still being retained). However, the baby is growing (at a rapid pace, in my opinion!) but the kidneys haven't... so to me, this means no news is good news. We go back in next month. If the baby keeps growing and the kidneys stay the same... as long as things don't progress or get worse.... I am a very happy mom!! And I'm pretty sure that is the direction we are headed. Everyone needs a little Christmas miracle right?

Please mom, no more pictures!

Just let me sleep please.