Sara Mouth

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

I think I was drunk

Yesterday, I babysat my two nieces because their babysitter took off for President's Day?. Anyway. They were good. Really they were. But. I was so freakin tired when my SIL picked them up at 5:30. I needed something to wine down with...I mean, WIND down with. So, after Cora went down for the night, I opened a new bottle of White Zin. 3 BIG glasses later, I think I was drunk and this why I think I was drunk....I was upstairs watching the Bachelorette, sipping on my wine and this psycho guy that wanted Jen was blabbering about how he wanted to know everything there was to know about Jen...What is her favorite movie??? What would she prefer, to lay by the pool or by the beach?? Did she like crunchy or creamy peanut butter better?? Well, I got to thinking...'I wonder if Kevin knows those things about me????'
So. I trucked my happy butt downstairs and interrupted him while he was watching his 24. How darest I interrupt him whilst he isth watching that program??? Anyway, I did and I said, I have to know 3 things. So, I asked him:
#1 What is my favorite movie??? him, "Um, I don't know, Girls Just want to Have fun?" me,"RIGHT!"
#2 What do I like better, crunchy or creamy peanut butter? him, "Um, creamy?" me, "RIGHT!"
#3 What do I like to do better, lay by the pool or lay by the beach?
him,"Um, the beach?" me, "RIGHT!!!! You do love me!"

Then, I turned around and ran back upstairs. And I realized, it must be love because, he never mentioned our conversation...he didn't need to know *why* I needed to know those things...he just answered them. AND, he got them right. Anyways, I got drunk last night and it was a Monday.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

My Momma

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My Mom made the mistake of going to Melanie Griffth's plastic surgeon for a lip collagen treatment...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! My Valentine Baby....

It's offical. Cora is one. Does that mean that she isn't a baby anymore? .... because I still hold her like a baby when I give her a bottle. A bottle? You mean I didn't take away her bottle since she is one now? Hell no, I didn't. I don't think I am in any hurry to do such a thing. I mean, what's the difference, really, between a bottle and a sippy cup? She eats like a little mouse, so I want to make sure she gets some nutrients. Plus, it is OH SO CUTE when I ask her if she wants a bottle and she gives me this little laugh that says, "Oh yes, Mommy, I would love the bottle, right now!"

She is walking a lot now too. She does the monkey walk, with her arms up in the air. AND SHE LAUGHS THE WHOLE TIME SHE WALKS, as if to say, "LOOK AT ME, I am such HOT SHIT!" This summer is going to be awesome, her in pigtails, running after the dogs. Hell, I might just wear my hair in pigtails, just for old times.

I can't believe a year has gone by. Things you never think are going to get here, get here and then FLY BY! I never thought I would get married, that flew by. I never thought I would get pregnant, that flew by. I never thought I would HAVE her, that flew by....all things you look forward to, come and go so fast, you wonder if you really savored the moment long enough when the moment was in the moment...comprende? I feel bad that I couldn't wait for Cora to be "bigger" so she slept through the night, didn't need formula anymore, walked...etc. Why didn't I just savor each and every second? Now she is one and I wish she were just getting here. Time for another baby. I have learned a lot this year.

I have learned:
* You don't die from sleep deprivation
* I can cook an entire dinner with one hand and holding a baby
* A baby can make you cry by just being cute
* Having a baby really does change everything
* Spit up on my clothes doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would
* I really would die for my child if it would save her
* Sleep is precious and dear and I wish I would have slept more before baby

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Walk this way!

My almost one year old baby girl is trying her best at walking. It was Super Bowl Sunday, about 7:00. I was trying to put my pj's on and she was holding onto my leg wanting me to hold her. I backed up, leaving her standing on her own. I said, "Well, walk to me and I'll hold you!" She listens well, because she smiled as big as can be and walked a good seven steps to me, laughing the whole time! I almost cried. Maybe I did cry. I hugged her and put her back down and walked away and said, "do it again!" She did it again and again and again. We called Daddy and made him come home to watch. He did and we taped it. Now, she lets go of things and tries her best to walk all the time. She still smiles and laughs the whole time she is walking. I bet she thinks she is the only kid in the world that knows how to do it. I am proud of her.