I am not crazy.

Google farted this morning! Glad to see they wrote a little blurb of the incident. For a minute I imagined they would remove any incident of the event. I sort of imagined a google machine taking over the internet removing any mention of the fart... some sort of gooogle ruling monster.

Mmm.... apples

My cutie pie eating apples! He bites it and then sucks all the juice out! Yummy!

Paying it Forward.

From HelenJane.com

The first five people who comment here will get something I make. Could be a real life thing. Could be imaginary. Depends on what I think you will like and my inspirations. (Note, it’s going to be something I think you will like. Actual liking not guarenteed!) The only real rule is that you have to make this offer in your own journal.

why?

recall, smecall... damnit!

Snowy Day

I am spending this snowy Sunday fiddling around on the internet, watching the History channel, playing call of Duty and mostly spending time with Alexander. Little man is currently sleeping on the boppy on my lap. Some guy is wearing the American flag and blabbering about the mysteries of the dollar bill.

I finally hooked little man up with his own website, AlexanderBorman.com, to share with friends and family who are far away (and close by) to keep updated with the baby. I am going to do my best to keep up with posting pictures and "firsts" that are way cute. Many of the posts will be retro-dated so things might pop up that weren't there previously.

I think I will try to play a few rounds of Call of Duty while Alex is sleeping...

Baby Food!

My freezer is very pretty!!

Baby Food.

I made some more baby food today. This time I made asparagus, zucchini, carrots, sweet potatoes, apples and apples with raspberries. Way Cool! I should have enough stashed in the freezer for about a month or so I would say. If only I could get a stash of breastmilk... ah... c'est la vie.

I am glad I made more food for Alex today. When I was cooking up the carrots and Eric was eating breakfast I gave Alex some jarred apples and apricots (he used to love them) and he would NOT eat them. I bet it might be difficult for him to go back to food from jars. But I think he does sort of dig the more complex varies, apples with bananas and oatmeal! Eh... how mindless is this rant?

He was making the cutest sounds again today... Pbbbbbb! Ahhh Pbbbbtttt!

Pudgey Legs!

Dear Alexander,

This is a note to my little bundle of joy. Yes, you are my little bundle of joy. When you cry and I freak out because I can't console you instantly you are still my little bundle of joy. When all I want to do is diddle on the internet and you want my attention you are still my little bundle of joy. You have grown so much but no matter how large you will become you are still my little bundle of joy.

I chose to breastfeed you. In the hospital you ate nearly non-stop. If you weren't eating you were crying. You might have slept at some point but I really don't recall. We were in a double so the crazy large Italian family that you might have now was completely dwarfed by the even larger and crazier Italian family in the other bed. There were tons of people in the room at all times. Your father was upset about that. I wanted your father at my side. You felt the tension and anger and I think thats why you cried if you weren't nursing. We did have a few hours of peace when the first new mom left and they brought the next new mom in.

Ah... but back to the breastfeeding thing. Even after hearing from many men and women alike that breastfeeding is really difficult to do I chose to breastfeed you. I have to admit that at first we had some difficult moments but eventually we got into the groove. I did miss out on a bachelorette party and a concert or two but I chose to stay home with you. I chose you. I don't regret a single second of time I spend with you or doing things for you. I spend some time at work (while working, I have to add) expressing milk for you. I breastfed on demand which translates into you wanting to eat about every two hours. There were times when you were attached every hour! (ack!) And other times you could wait three to four hours but you were mostly a two hour gig. (To this day... you want to eat every two hours.) Okay, I could shove more down your throat but you eat your fill and I will not try to stuff you to give myself an extra hour.

You crack me up when you are in your jumper-dealie. You will jump yourself tired and keep going and cry but will not stop jumping. You laugh at the dog. You crack up at the dog. You are saying Dada and that makes Eric glow. (I am sure your Dad will not want me sharing that with everyone.)

I did start you on organic baby food at around 4 months old. You really did not dig that too much. You still don't and the bananas are neon pink and taste like shit. So now I have started to make your food and freeze it for you. I made a big batch of carrots, sweet potatoes, apples and pears. You inhale the real food! I love that you love food finally. I can't wait to give you more variety. I can't wait to give you teething biscuits. I have already given you pizza crust, which totally freaks your grandmother out, and you love it. You have been to a few restaurants and do fairly well. We actually went into the ladies room to feed you in one of them. I realize I have the right to feed you anywhere but that is a lot easier said than done and you tend to be very vocal at times.

Your aunt Mary and aunt Julie and Grandma J bust their butts helping your mom and dad by watching you. So far we have been able to juggle our schedule so that you have been with family. Pretty soon I guess we might have to find daycare and that will be something that will kill me. If I could, baby, I would stay home with you. Hell, I would love to home school you. And I would love it even more if I could afford to send you to a nice non-religious private school.

To sum up, which you will find may be difficult for me to shut my mouth, I love you. I can't wait to see the little boy you will become. I can't wait to see the bratty little teenager you will be. I can't wait to meet you!

Love you forever, Mom

Too effing cute!

I hate the winter.

At times like this I am ready to run. I imagine taking off with just my clothes, photos, and music. I book a flight for Eric, Alex and myself to some where tropical. We rent a hotel. We forget to fly back home and set up camp on the beach. I call home and ask my mom and sisters to fly out with Cleo. Eric and I buy this house after finding jobs as a construction manager and an English teacher, respectively. Every single winter I get into this wicked funk and I am sick of it. Why can't I live in a place with no snow? Why can't I live near the ocean?

I know that Eric thinks I am a silly daydreamer but I really really want to live in Hawaii. I know I was only there for a week but in that week I had no desire to eat chocolate. I had no desire to eat cake. I ate fruit and was completely happy. You cannot tell me it was because of the getting married thing - that was just a nice bonus. Eric had been telling everyone that I was his wife for years. In our minds I think we've been hitched for a lot longer than two years.

I dream constantly about living in paradise. Now I need to focus on that dream and turn it into a plan.

Sweet Potato Baby Food

Today I am making baby food for Alexander! I will admit that some of the organic jar baby food is OKAY - just okay. The bananas are pink and disgusting and those peas are green death paste. We tried frozen organic baby food which was pretty yummy. This crazy mama tries everything that her baby eats! The pears are cooking now and I need to put the sweet potato into an ice cube tray. The carrots and apples are already in the freezer! Soon I hope we can move onto the green veggies but he turned bright red after eating peas. I will try again with a different green veggie in a few weeks!

I made a bunch of food and am excited to see how long it will last. I would love to be together enough to feed the baby homemade food exclusively. I do need to get some raspberries and see how much it takes to flavor apples without overpowering them.

Bananas Foster, Ghetto style.

I love my husband for burning the hair off his right arm.

What the hell?

I am almost 29 years old and I have the worlds largest zit on my chin.

Happy Happy!

Happy New Year! I fell asleep around 5pm and then again around 10pm. Woke up at 7am-ish!