The TOP 10

I wanted to prove to the husband that I am capable of blogging my not-so-wonderful qualities/behaviors. I FREQUENTLY do something “bad” and he goes…”gonna put that on the blog?”. So YES Alex…I am. Just like the top 10 on late night TV shows…here is my TOP 10 BAD LAURA list:

10. I am known to leave the bed in an un-made state…often.
9. When I am hungry, I am a beast to be around. I tend to come back to normal after I eat something.
8. I don’t know the word “No”.
7. I tend to take on primate cleansing behavior and “pick” at the hubby – gag, gross, I know.
6. I forget to feed the cat…often…again.
5. I take on more primate cleansing behaviors with our daughter's ears and nose.
4. I yell at the hubby when he puts butter on foods because that is gross and unnecessary…especially foods like sticky buns…it is already loaded with butter fatty!!
3. I nag and am judgemental and monitor the hubby’s food intake…see #4
2. I throw out milk cartons and do not remember to rinse them out. The house then has a rancid smell and I blame the hubby
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#1: I forget to pay a certain fairy at times…ask my mom, she’s in debt to the fairy too!

I am not perfect. Alex, you’re welcome.

She said what?!

The baby is no longer a baby. She is officially a toddler, as she has progressed to the next room at the daycare. The toddler room. Where they wear shoes [we only have one pair that fits], sleep on nap-mats, and drink from sippy cups. She’s a big girl!! Jenna finally learned how to walk, which was fantastic to see. Within one week, she was walking, climbing out of beds, and attempting to open the door. I swear this next statement is not made up: she was doing the hand gestures for the “Itsy Bitsy Spider” song!! They were wreckless and off-beat, but I KNEW that she was doing it!!

So yes, she is VERY smart…but compared to ALL of our friends who have babies, she’s a genius like the rest of them. We have a significant number of friends with babies around Jenna’s age. They all have their own special tricks, capabilities, and talents. And like Jenna, I am sure that they stick their finger in the nose, stick out their tounge, and pass-gas in public! All the babies are perfect in their own ways.

You would think as a parent, you wouldn’t start being competitive with your offspring when they are at this age…YOU WOULD THINK. I am not naming names but there is one person I know, who proceeded to take competition between my kid and their kid, to an unmentionable level. Let’s just say that I was told, at a family event, that my 1 year old can CURSE! Imagine that! My own little sailor. Well, if you saw her learn to walk, she did look like a intoxicated sailor. So sure, XXXXXX [not mentioning this idiot’s name]…jenna dropped the F-BOMB! Thank you for announcing this fictious statement to an entire group of people.

I guess my kid is the SMARTEST of all the kids out there….

Mmmm…Bacon.

In honor of an appetizer that I will be making for a family get together this weekend, I had to share a fantastic story. A little background is required to truly appreciate it:

I am Jewish. My husband is Catholic. I grew up eating fish for breakfast, lunch and dinner. The same can be said about him, except it was pork. He and his family love pork. That is an understatement but in order to remain in some good graces, I will leave it at that. Recalling one Christmas holiday where there was 14 different pork products served in less than 24 hours. I was baffled by a pig’s ability to reincarnate itself in 14 different dishes. I digress.

While on a walk with a dear friend, a BLT dip appetizer was mentioned. I smiled and shouted with glee! I was going to make this for Alex’s family and be the hit of the party! I always over do it and so I decided to double the recipe. A recipe that already took 1 pound of bacon. Being the good Jewish girl that I am…well not that good considering I married a pork eating Catholic, I committed myself to making the recipe. When explaining the recipe to the hubby, he mentioned how his mother used to cook the bacon in the microwave. Seeing as I was not very proficient at making bacon (disclaimer here that turkey bacon is not real bacon and it cooks differently), I let Alex do the “cooking”.

Fast forwarding the story…I went somewhere and came back and the house smelled of bacon. I go into the kitchen and see Alex standing next to the microwave with paper towels everywhere and this giant square shaped pile on a plate. It can only be described as a layered concoction of bacon and paper towels. Alex had decided that he was going to microwave two pounds of bacon…ALL AT ONCE!

At first I was livid, I was beside myself! All that bacon, ruined! You would have thought that it was fillet mignon. Then I thought more about what I had walked into and realized that he was microwaving TWO POUNDS of BACON! Then I really lost it. But this time, it was from laughing.

To this day he will deny and then confirm the events discussed above. My eyes were tearing up just writing this blog entry! Looking forward to trying this recipe again!

Signs, Signs, Everywhere Signs!

This is the point in the blogging process where the proud parents take the opportunity to tell the entire world (or small blog reading community) that we have the SMARTEST BABY EVER! Yes, it has been officially acknowledged by the AAABA – Amazing AND Accelerated Baby Academy. Coincidentally, AAABA is a common phrase spoken by our genius of a baby..Ok never mind, she’s not a genius, but she is REALLY SMART!

We have been watching sign-language videos for the past 3+ months. She is in love with these videos. “Rachel” is the woman in the videos. She lives in our TV. We ask “Where’s Rachel?” and Jenna looks immediately to the TV. She will only watch these two videos. When nothing else will calm her, we watch “Rachel”. We know ALL of the songs and ALL of the signs. “Let’s Dance! Dance! Do the Diaper Dance!”

Within the past month, Jenna has really started to accelerate in the signing. She often “signs” to herself. It is PRECIOUS! To date, this is everything that she can sign intentionally:

Eat, More, Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Cat, Dog, Bird, All Done, Milk, Horse, Frog, Fish, Baby, Ball, Car, Head/Hat, Shoe, Thank you, Please.

Enough bragging for one day!

Free to a good home…

One Cat. One Husband. One Cat and Husband. Errr…fine, never mind.

Husbands and wives often share the household chores. For almost the past 2 years, when I got pregnant, throughout the pregnancy, post pregnancy and still now…Alex has been the person responsible for scooping the cat litter. I have entrusted him with this very difficult task. The cat is really not particular and she lets the litter sit for a week. How hard can that be? Some cats require instant cleanings…but not ours. On a few occasions SOMEBODY forgets to clean the litter and the other SOMETHING decides that the carpet is more suitable then the overflowing box of waste…can you blame her? Now this other SOMEBODY, yours truly, has this uncanny ability to discover these disgusting bombs and having to clean them because the husband is not around. These events are beyond horrific. I will leave details out.

Last week it occurred again. It was lethal. I needed a gas mask and rubber gloves to handle the situation. I will offer the readers some reprieve by not posting the picture that was sent to the husband. This other picture speaks for itself.

Again….Free to a good home. One Cat and One Husband. Cash Only. No Refunds. Potentially may be open for a Trade In?? Bad Wife.

Dear Playskool and Fisher-Price…

To whom it may concern:

Your toys are failing to live up to their expectations. I am disappointed in your ability to capture my child’s attention. You really need to step it up. It takes the skill of a military trained bomb detonator to take toys out of their packaging. Is it really necessary to secure a plastic dog with that much tape and wire? The cardboard they’re packaged in can only be cut by a machete.

Once I get your toy out, the obnoxious songs and bright colors fall by wayside compared to the cell phone charger, the TV remote control, the cordless phone, um…what else, the puffball cat toy…you get the point! My child is more entertained with a package of butt wipes. What am I missing here?

In closing, do your job better toy makers.

Sincerely, Disgruntled Mother of a 1 year old who gets into EVERYTHING

(Sorry, guess I should have prefixed this complaint letter with that disclaimer)

PINK PINK PINK!

Here are some pictures from our "friends" birthday party this past weekend. The theme was HOT PINK ladybugs...since mommmy strongly dislikes the color red! A special thanks to all the friends that came to celebrate with us :) and a special thanks to one special one for making it all happen (and making 80+ hot pink ladybug decorated cupcakes!)

opening gifts
mommy and daddy singing
jenna in her birthday outfit
mmmm....cupcakes!