Why I Am Now Carrying the Camera Everywhere

I was trying to explain to someone how crazy-happy I am now that I am home full time.  I was telling the story of how Little Man became so angry with me because I wouldn't let him but Thomas the Train in the dishwasher when I was cleaning the kitchen.  In retribution, he marched right to the center of the kitchen, sat down on the chilly tile, turned his back to me, and then proceeded with his tantrum.  I couldn't believe that (as I deftly "ignored" the histrionics) I was actually smiling to myself.  He was throwing a fit and I was just so happy to have this little guy bringing all of this excitement to my life.

Of course, the person I was explaining this to later looked at me as if I needed to be straitjacketed and carted off.  Partially because she is a bit younger and can't see past her work to party to sleep and back to work again lifestyle.  Partially because she has known me and my side of the family long enough to know that this happily-domesticated side of me is not genetic.  But, the picture above says it all.  Every day is so full of little surprises, bursts of candor and new pockets of personality.  We were getting ready for my morning run and he just snatched the sunglasses off of my face and proceeded to ham it up.  This is what makes me actually enjoy the laundry, the dishes, the diapers, the tantrums... because you never know what the next moment will bring.

Epiphany

Since becoming a full-time mommy, I've always sort of ducked my head and mumbled about the fact that I have held onto my Blackberry.  I felt as if it was an over-the-top luxury for someone who, at times, never even gets out of the house.  What does a mommy need with a Crackberry, after all?  I don't facilitate conference calls, I'm no longer on the road attending meetings while I have six other complex projects going on... what gives?

Tonight it hit me.  Hubby was taking Little Man out of the tub, and as I was handing him the tube of eczema cream, I realized that it was the first time the medicine had been dispensed today.  It should have been three times.  My solution? Crackberry!!  I set a reminder for 7am, noon, and 7pm.  Thus, justifying the continuance of my addiction... and justifying my request for the 3g iPhone when we switch phone plans in a couple of months.  Then, I'll just be super-cool-mommy, who can blog, take pictures, and get turn-by-turn directions on the sleekest-looking device on the planet.

See, there's always a use for everything!

To The Target Lady

Hey Lady,

Just because I brought by own bag to Target today when I needed to pick up diapers, wipes, sand toys, laundry detergent, and light bulbs it does NOT mean that I wanted to bag my own items.  It also does not mean that I deserved a heavily burdened sigh or eye roll from you.  What it does mean is that I have enough plastic Target bags to line my bathroom can, and therefore do not want to gather more of those wasteful pains-in-the-ass that are always flying up into the trees on Garners Ferry Road during storms.  What it does mean is that I actually remembered to be a responsible Target shopper for once.  I did not mean to inconvenience you and ruin your day.  I wonder what else ruins your day... trees?  Puppies?  Smiles?  How about Earth Day? 

Sheesh.