Cellular Friends

I have caved in to the world of the iphone. Which is huge since I truly believed that it was a snobby/ hipster thing. It is, but that's really only half the iphone population. The other half consists of people like me. The cool moms and dads ( shutup, I am still hella cool) who noticed a new model of phone came out that was awesome and also a really great deal, at the very convenient time of upgrade eligibility with our service provider. Thus granting me iphone privileges. I became hooked on the idea when I played a game on my sisters phone to the point of almost being annoyed that she wanted to take it with her when she went home. I mean, seriously, I was two seconds from leveling up. Sheesh. So I guess it's very true that I got mine for the games. Wouldn't really surprise anyone that knows me. I am a dork when it comes to loving video games with reckless abandon. I was tossed into the cell phone equivalent of a green tube porthole that takes you into a more challenging underground level, which I was excited about because I kick ass at dodging Piranha Plants. When I started playing certain games I noticed the amount of people I know that are geeky. It's incredible how many wordy nerdy folks I can now play against. The best part is that these are pick-up-where-you-leave-off type games that I can play throughout the day when I am in a moment of quiet ( ha!) or when OPB is becoming my personal alphabet repetition hell. I am currently battling 7 people and crushing some with words like POOH for 45 points!! I got my husband hooked too, which is funny at bedtime when we look exactly like the poster couple of our generation. Not reading in bed like the good ol days, but gaming each other only inches apart. Oh technology.

Christmas brought some toddler tech toys for the boy. He is a nerd in training for sure. His new love is his baby mp3 boombox, which is AMAZING. This has the mp3 download ability of an ipod but a shape that is little guy friendly and to ice the cake, a hold button that locks the front navigating side of the device so he cant advance or rewind or crank the volume to 27262555 by himself. Forces him to listen to The Band Perry all the way through and swoon at his girlfriend crooning to him. I am not ashamed of plugging products that have earned it ( just as I freely bash the shittastic ones I find stupid).

I am including his awesome list of tiny tot tech stuff so you can get a feel for how I spoil the boy. You know why I do it? Because I can. And because I have one chance with the one boy I will ever have. And because I thought of getting some really extravagant stuff and did not. It is also no secret that I find screaming deals on everything I buy. I mean everything. I pretty much refuse to pay full price.



Discovery Kids Boombox mp3 player


















Leapfrog Chat and Count Phone























Fisher Price Apptivity case for iphone

The last item pictured is an awesome find for any little kid obsessed with your iphone ( I have not ruled out other smart phones fitting into this yet). It does look a bit baby-ish but the important part for me is the special panel on the bottom that blocks the home key. Major selling point for me. Doesn't hurt that a few free learning Apps are included. The spoiling doesn't stop there. My sister happens to have a fully functional, now prehistoric, iphone that she is gladly donating to the cause. This will give an 18 month old an iphone. *sigh* oh well. It is recycling. Sort of.



On to juicer catch-up material. I figure while the boy is dancing to his downloaded Gym Class Heroes tunes I will cover all the bases. My dear 9 yr old is so full of questions lately. A mini soul searcher. She is so observant that it actually helps me out tons. I have to shed very little light on any of the garbage Voldemort stirs up. For instance, she brought up how nice it is that her mom is a copycat. To which I had to really try hard not to belly laugh out loud about. Apparently the lucky kid gets a full on "big girl" room makeover. She sat eating her holiday snacks in a snuggly new robe and told me all about how nice it's going to be. And also how funny she finds it when her mom has to keep up with us over here. Another example of how using competitive jealousy to my advantage is an awesome tool. Directly benefits the kiddo. The fact that she sees it can be a double edged sword. So we had a very crucial talk about not using that knowledge for evil. Or, she'll be grounded forever. No evil mastermind yet please.

A round of Thank Yous are in order. To all my loved ones who have been so over the moon great at passing along word of my new business. I have tried to shower ya'll with gifts to show my gratitude and I am sure I wont be able to quit doing that. Mainly because I keep needing to make new and exciting creations and they have been calling a few specific names lately. I guess it's safe to just say my friends are my inspiration. Keeps me motivated with all the love I have gotten. The people I keep close are there for a reason and I finally have a small way of saying how much that means to me. I will now attempt to list some specific thanks recipients in a big bloggity group hug: Laura, Dawn, Shalini, Tiff, Amy,Asha, Sarah, Hal, Kelly,Leslie, April, Matt, John, Shani, Cricket, Bonz, Amanda x2, Lois, Erin, Mary, Melissa, Jenn, Kate, Korina, Nick, Beth, Maleah, Alex, Jordan, Darla, Krissy, Katy, Alishia, Hilary, Trish and Kyle.

Wheew. You all know why I appreciate you. Just putting it out there in words.

Brutal Honesty

Real life facts about this pregnancy. No sugar coating. Might be gross and amazing and personal and revealing and probably TMI. Enjoy :)


-I miss sleeping on my stomach as though it were and old friend that moved to China.

- Prenatal vitamins make you constipated beyond anything you have ever experienced. There is no remedy for this other than juices and foods. I will spare you the fun I had trying to configure the right combo as not to be punished with the extreme opposite of this suffering.

- Viewing a C-section on You tube was a great and terrible idea all at the same time. Now I can logically understand the procedure and also have very vivid nightmares.

-I refuse to watch a vaginal childbirth unless it's the cartoony ones on the prego websites that remind me of the non-offensive ones shown in jr. high health class.

- The thought of upping my caffeine intake back to pre-pregnancy amounts to keep this baby from hulking out at a birth weight of 11 lbs has crossed my mind several times. I wont do it because I am chicken and I know it's wrong.

- I am excited and very scared at the idea of delivering early. It is very very likely.

-I am angry that I may deliver when my step daughter is in Australia with her extraordinarily selfish and thoughtless biological mother. Voldemort (as I refer to her as she is often not named but we all know her to be a manipulative undercurrent) is not a fan of this baby. My step daughter would like to live in his room and quit school to be his nanny. Being absent for Aidans birth would break her heart. I do genuinely feel half bad for the cold shoulder the girl would give her mom if this does happen.

- I think that stretch marks are a sign that your body is giving 110%

-Sometimes I sit and listen to the whoosh whoosh noise that my pounding head makes because of my blood pressure.

- The baby really truly can hurt you in there. I have never felt so breathless as when his foot is in the rib area and pushing on god knows what. All I could do was drop to all fours and push him down away from there.

-All of my dreams in which I am pregnant are of delivery scenarios. The rest are of skinny me and normal activities which is really confusing to wake from with a movement in the belly. Takes a few minutes to adjust back to reality.

- My circulation is becoming a major annoyance. It's like getting dizzy because you sat down for too long. That shouldn't happen in normal life. But in pregnancy, sitting certain ways makes the whole baby and water weight push on arteries that carry blood back to you brain. So now, with jumbo meatball in there, I get all woozy sitting. Talk about feeling lazy.

- I will be able to relax after the 32 week mark when I know his lungs are well formed and practicing ( because if something causes pre-term labor after that, he will be ok here in the outside world). I will be ready for him to be out at 37 weeks because I am already foreseeing a capacity issue.

- Selfish as it sounds, I want my body back. I don't feel like myself. I am a vessel carrying priceless cargo. But, I miss feeling full for more than an hour after a meal. I miss tying my shoes. I miss spooning with my husband and allowing him to be the little spoon ( right now it's like a backwards ladle and a teaspoon). I want to wake up ache free again.

- I have Sasquatch legs. I cannot reach to shave them. It is a forest that my sons assistance of hormones has created. Out of control.

- My hair on my head is incredible (flip side from above griping). Long shiny full locks. I will continue taking Folic acid the rest of my life to keep this hair.

- At the risk of sounding like an alcoholic, I am counting down to the first Happy Hour I can participate in. Number 1) because I miss the time out with friends with a lemon drop in my hand. Number 2) because I really, really, really, love bar appetizers at half price. Number 3) because I don't like the looks I get now if I sidle up to the bar to take advantage of these great prices on yummy snacks. People shouldn't watch me eat chicken wings right now anyway. It's terrifying.