Marley pics

Some new(er) pictures of Marley...

Water is fun

Oooo A new duck bathtub

Honestly, mom, no more pictures

Jason & his "boy"

In Applebees, getting yelled at by Jason for taking pictures IN Applebees...whatever

More interested in eating her shoe

Yay for hot weather and cool dresses

Giggity giggity goo!

Removed

Yesterday I was able to finally get my itchy stitches out. I have been doing a great job of examining them myself and almost even removed them, too, but used my best medical advice and decided against them since I am neither a nurse nor a doctor. I was commended by the nurse for it too. Because they were so close to my eyebrow, each stitch she removed felt like the pluck of a stubborn eyebrow hair. She was kind enough to lay a piece of gauze on my chest and lay the stitches one by one on it so I could see.

"See, just like tiny little hairs!" exclaimed the nurse.
"Mmmm, yes." I could not believe the play by play I was getting.

Finally, my appointment (which was pushed a half hour past my original meeting time) ended with the nurse acting out how the proper pressure and circular movement I should be massaging my scar once it heals a little more.

"Just like this," she says as she starts massages my kneecap.
"Got it, thanks," I say, only she doesn't stop.
"You could change direction like this or add more pressure like this to break up the fibroids."
"Really, I completely understand, thank you again." I'm feeling super weird about a nurse touching me at this point.

If only I could have convinced her to have demonstrated that on my back or shoulders...I'm sure I would have understood a little better.

Anywho, I'm going to post a few today, since I have some catching up to do with Marley's pictures. Here are some from when my mom was kind enough to spend her entire spring break babysitting her granddaughter. Thanks mom, that was a HUGE help!

Frankenbaby!!

Marley with her great grandma

Epiphany

I've recently discovered my career path. Why have I been wasting money getting my masters when I can be working fast food? Time and time again I've asked myself, "Self, what are you going to do with your life?" and always I have responded, "who the hells knows".

But, these questions came to a screaming halt when I realized I could be flipping burgers for a living. Hear me out...

Reason #1. They make decent money. Did you know most fast food workers start at nearly $9/hour? That's double what I made at my first job.

Reason #2. Overtime. I see the same Wendy's workers day AND night. How great is it a company willing to let their employees work 24/7. Hard to find in this economy.

Reason #3. No makeup. Who wants to wear makeup when the grease will just ruin a perfectly painted face.

Reason #4. Hair-nets. Need I say more? No more straightening, curling, blowdrying. Plus, I know husbands around the country secretly are turned on by such an accessory.

Reason #5. Growth opportunity. Because hey, no one wants to be caught in a dead end job. Can you say substitute assistant manager?

Reason #6. Employee perks. Those fries aren't free unless you work there. Or show the drive through worker your goods. Patty didn't appreciate that my last Wendy's visit.

Reason #7. Corporate parties. I've encountered many employees who must have just returned from one of these. There is no other explanation for smelling like alcohol.

It is because of all these reasons, I've decided to run out on my lunch break to gather any and all available applications. I have yet to discuss this career change with Jason, but I'm 100% sure he will back me up. He's supportive that way.

To be alone

Yesterday I had to have cosmetic surgery. This is not to be confused with plastic surgery, in which I would have gotten new boobs, nose, or even butt implants. The nature of my visit was not uncommon, but I noticed several people in the waiting room who were twice and triple my age which made me think they were not there for the same reason I was. After waiting a pleasant hour, I was finally called back for the pre-surgery questions, only to be sent back to the waiting room since the doctor was running late.

This gave me ample time to catch up on my reading: Golf Digest, Highlights, or Fishing. Ooooh, what's a girl to choose? I casually look over to the other twenty-something across the room and notice she is hording the good magazines (People, Glamour, OK!). I really could care less if they are months, if not years old, but the fact that I'm being subjected to Golf or CNN on mute is absolutely killing me. She has a posh trenchcoat and really cute boots which prompts me to look at my own shoes, winter knockoff Uggs that I can't bare to stop wearing since they are so comfortable. I am immediately jealous of her put together look and that makes me want her magazines even more. Her name gets called and I lean into the hallway to hear that her doctor is running behind so she can either wait or reschedule. In the meantime, I casually (more like abruptly) walk to her abandoned chair and take the magazines. Glory is mine for the taking. She comes back in the room, clueless to my theft, and decides on a Highlights magazine. In my head I'm hoping all the "find the hidden object on the page" objects are already circled. Serves you right for hording. Hypocritical I know, but it's like when someone is driving like a complete jackass and you hope there's a cop waiting for them just up the road...

I finally get to go in for my surgery and my doctor jokes how moms tell her all the time how they don't mind waiting because it's the only chance they get for themselves. I give her a look that shows I disagree (more like horrified) and am hoping it is more of an ambiguous look rather than the gaping mouth open look. Now that I think back to yesterday, I should have smiled and agreed because I definitely agree. I can think of nothing else in life that I would want to do sans baby. Forget a spa, nap, book, bar, concert, or even just being home alone. I choose to spend my alone time reading/stealing magazines and waiting in doctor's offices for hours on end. That my friends, is what dreams are made of...

Needless to say, the surgery was a success. With a few stitches, I am now sans mole.

Meanest mom

I came across the absolute most funniest blog ever. The meanest mom is downright pee your pants funny. It's so nice to hear of the other side of raising children - life is not always full of butterflies and gumdrops! Check her out!!!

Tooth meet tooth

Oh and she got her other bottom tooth in finally. Now, just waiting for the tops and HOPEFULLY she gets less cranky, although I've heard it doesn't end until they are 2. God save me.

Easter

Our first Easter with Miss Marley was rather uneventful. We got her all dressed up and had to leave earlier for Jason's parents house so she could get a nap in. She was so cranky so we decided to take a trip to storage to put some boxes and such in there to get them out of our cramped kitchen. Sidenote: we looked at house recently and really liked it, but it had no storage! We had dinner at Jason's parents but had to head home because she needed another nap and there was too much excitement going on for her to nap. Laundry, cleaning, and homework is how we spent the rest of the evening. We got her Marley & Me for Easter, but she won't be watching that for a while. It was more for the adults, since that was our first date night right after I had her. And no, she was not named after the movie, I have liked that name for a long time. Next Easter she should be more aware of what's going on and actually be excited!

All dressed up for Easter

It's funny how she's the only one dressed up

Marley & Grandpa

A rare family shot

What a nice surprise, a smile!

Dad & Marley

They make it so hard!

Marley has been doing better sleeping, but is not completely sleeping through the night yet. She's been getting up about one time a night and sometimes, I'm so dead alseep, I'm not even phased. Then other times, I'll admit, I'm so angry and all I want is for her to sleep so I can sleep. One angry night, I stomped into her room, cursing life, and found her talking to herself in her crib, playing the night away. She rolls and moves so much that she ends up in the weirdest positions, so in this picture, she is upside down from where she should be. And YES, she sometimes sleeps with her blanket, that has holes. I'm so crazy I check on her every minute it seems to make sure she's not suffocating! I started off mad and then my heart melted when she looked up and giggled, like she knew she was doing something wrong, but felt a belly laugh would make up for it. And it did. I had to run and grab the camera!

Randomness

Ahh, life has been so hectic lately. We're finishing up the wedding plans, slowly house hunting, finishing vegetables, chewing on socks, holding bottles with arms and legs, swimming, getting new Easter leg warmers, and loving a blanket on the face. That about sums it up!