So I deactivated my Facebook account.
I'm not exactly sure why, either. I think it had something to do with the fact that a few people I know have recently done this and my immediate thought was, "Oh, I could never do that." And then I was like, "Really? Seriously? You can't live without Facebook? Lame, Magee. Lame!"
So Monday, I decided to pull the plug on a blog that I have been reading for years now. (And that is something I never, ever do. But I was tired of this person and ready to take a break.) And I thought, "Why not ignore Facebook for a while too?" And I came so close to not deactivating it and again, I was like, "Really? It's FACEBOOK. Not oxygen."
I was pretty addicted to it, you see. It was, BY FAR, my most visited website and basically served as the gateway drug to internet time sucking. And we're having (lots!) of visitors next month and our apartment is just sad. Things still in complete disarray and just cluttered and crappy. And I was growing weary of it and getting a little panicky that I couldn't get it together in time for the onslaught of parents for Jack's first birthday in three weeks. (OH.MY.GOD. THREE WEEKS UNTIL MY BABY IS A YEAR OLD.) So I decided to pull the plug and see what happened. I was expecting to feel all liberated and free and uh, other synonyms for that.
But, um, no. I miss it. I don't feel free or anything. But I am TOTALLY more productive. Like, a hundred million times more productive. It's AMAZING. Our closet is clean and organized. Our paperwork is organized. My planner is full. Laundry is done (albeit not folded). I like the productivity.
But I still miss Facebook.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
Seven Quick Takes - I'm Really Back Edition
1. We're not going out of town this weekend, so I have time to blog. It's kind of a strange experience, this blogging thing. I've missed you!
2. Jack has learned how to stand up WITHOUT pulling up. He falls down before he can take a step, but it's still bizarre to look over and see him standing. Like a PERSON or something. Alex claims he has seen him take a few unassisted steps, but much like Big Foot and the Loch Ness Monster, it is unconfirmed. Therefore, those steps do not count and we do not have a walker on our hands.
3. It's already hot here. I'm very concerned that my seven years of Ohio living have left me a hot weather wussy. It's only getting up to around 80 and I'm panicking about finding shorts and tank tops. What am I going to do when it gets to be around 100? MELT, probably. (Happily melt, I might add. I don't want that sound like I'm complaining. Because I'm not.)
4. We took Jack to the pool for the first time this week. He was VERY unsure at the beginning. He held onto my shoulder for dear life when I tried to set him down the first time. He warmed up to it eventually and I think the trip was an overall success. We may just have another water loving red head on our hands.
5. I started the great closet switch out yesterday. There does not seem to be a need for sweaters any time soon, so I figured I might as well start getting out our summer-y clothes. For two people who wear the same 3 shirts over and over again, Alex and I sure do own a lot of clothes.
6. I don't want to speak too soon, but it looks like I am going to get some free, private swim lessons this summer. We have some "bucks" at our gym that you can redeem for various services. And one of them is swimming lessons. I was originally going to use them on some personal training, but I think the swim lessons would be more valuable. I am terrified just THINKING about it.
7. No seriously, I am feeling extremely panicky now. Deep water that people will expect me to float in? I can't hold on to something? Anything? I kind of want to puke just thinking about it. I feel like I owe it to Jack to learn how to swim, but gah. Why didn't my parents give me swim lessons when I was a kid? WHY???????
2. Jack has learned how to stand up WITHOUT pulling up. He falls down before he can take a step, but it's still bizarre to look over and see him standing. Like a PERSON or something. Alex claims he has seen him take a few unassisted steps, but much like Big Foot and the Loch Ness Monster, it is unconfirmed. Therefore, those steps do not count and we do not have a walker on our hands.
3. It's already hot here. I'm very concerned that my seven years of Ohio living have left me a hot weather wussy. It's only getting up to around 80 and I'm panicking about finding shorts and tank tops. What am I going to do when it gets to be around 100? MELT, probably. (Happily melt, I might add. I don't want that sound like I'm complaining. Because I'm not.)
4. We took Jack to the pool for the first time this week. He was VERY unsure at the beginning. He held onto my shoulder for dear life when I tried to set him down the first time. He warmed up to it eventually and I think the trip was an overall success. We may just have another water loving red head on our hands.
5. I started the great closet switch out yesterday. There does not seem to be a need for sweaters any time soon, so I figured I might as well start getting out our summer-y clothes. For two people who wear the same 3 shirts over and over again, Alex and I sure do own a lot of clothes.
6. I don't want to speak too soon, but it looks like I am going to get some free, private swim lessons this summer. We have some "bucks" at our gym that you can redeem for various services. And one of them is swimming lessons. I was originally going to use them on some personal training, but I think the swim lessons would be more valuable. I am terrified just THINKING about it.
7. No seriously, I am feeling extremely panicky now. Deep water that people will expect me to float in? I can't hold on to something? Anything? I kind of want to puke just thinking about it. I feel like I owe it to Jack to learn how to swim, but gah. Why didn't my parents give me swim lessons when I was a kid? WHY???????
Tuesday, March 09, 2010
11 Months
So a certain little person turned 11 months old last week. I have pictures, uh, somewhere? I'm a TERRIBLE mommy blogger, I know.
This past month was full of breakthroughs for Jack. It's funny. It kind of feels like he hit a bunch of milestones the first three months of his life and then he just hung out until 9 months. And then BAM! Lots of stuff.
This past month, Jack decided that eating on his own was AWESOME. I had been working on finger foods with him since he was 8 months old and he was NOT. INTERESTED. Puffs? Gross! Yogurt melts? Disgusting! And don't even THINK about offering me gross table foods like mashed potatoes. YUCK. I was kind of flabbergasted that our child would not like eating. Because, let's face it, Alex and I like to eat. A lot. (And it shows!) And then one day last month, Jack looked at the yogurt melts that I offered him and decided, hey! I can pick that up! And put it in my mouth! NOM NOM NOM. I didn't do anything differently, he just GOT it. And now? He is unstoppable. He will try anything and everything. He will gladly pick anything up to eat it, even if it isn't edible. And when I try to put something like cheese or a piece of toast in his mouth, he often puts his hand out so he can grab it and put it in his mouth. I have no idea what changed. Just one day, that little brain of his was like, dude, EATING IS SO COOL.
Jack also got two teeth this month. TWO! They are both on the bottom and it is so adorable. Teething wasn't quite as bad as I thought it would be, but it was still no fun. He got quite the runny nose during it and that was worse than any complaining he ever did. Those two little chompers are hanging out, mashing up food, and making me die from the cuteness daily now. I will have to try and get a picture of them to show you. Because who knew baby teeth could be so cute?
We also learned this month that Jack is VERY vocal. After hanging out with other babies a few weeks ago, Alex and I realized what a talker he is. We are fairly isolated from other babies, so we had NO IDEA that his constant jabbering wasn't the norm. Not that I'm surprised by the talk-talk-talking. Alex is not known for being, uh, silent.
Jack and I are adjusting to San Antonio really well. He still HATES to be left alone, so I am still chickening out of going to the gym during the day. But he and I enjoy running errands everyday. We read lots of books and sing lots of songs. He still likes playing with his train and table and blender. He is getting really good at putting objects in baskets and boxes and buckets. And he can take them out too. My favorite is when he puts something nonsensical in his toys. Like the remote in his blocks bucket or the bulb syringe (AKA the snot sucker) in his blender. He has really gotten into throwing thing lately and I am pretty sure we have Alex to thank for that. (Alex: "We're playing catch! With his...paci.") Yeah, thanks for that one, honey.
I feel like Jack hasn't grown as much physically this past month. He is so mobile now and I think he's burning lots and lots of calories despite his constant eating. So he can still wear some 9 month clothes, even though they are getting to be a little too high water for my tastes. 12 month clothes are a little big, but the shirts look better on him and I just roll up his jeans. He's still in size 4 diapers and we switched to using Huggies' overnights because wow, that kid is well hydrated.
He only takes about 3 bottles a day now and next month we are off formula. I can't hardly believe it. I mean, I will be THRILLED to stop paying for Similac because it is the equivalent of liquid gold. But really? Only four more weeks of formula? And then my baby is a baby no longer? How'd that happen? Where'd he go?
I know I say this every month, but it's still true.
I love him.
This past month was full of breakthroughs for Jack. It's funny. It kind of feels like he hit a bunch of milestones the first three months of his life and then he just hung out until 9 months. And then BAM! Lots of stuff.
This past month, Jack decided that eating on his own was AWESOME. I had been working on finger foods with him since he was 8 months old and he was NOT. INTERESTED. Puffs? Gross! Yogurt melts? Disgusting! And don't even THINK about offering me gross table foods like mashed potatoes. YUCK. I was kind of flabbergasted that our child would not like eating. Because, let's face it, Alex and I like to eat. A lot. (And it shows!) And then one day last month, Jack looked at the yogurt melts that I offered him and decided, hey! I can pick that up! And put it in my mouth! NOM NOM NOM. I didn't do anything differently, he just GOT it. And now? He is unstoppable. He will try anything and everything. He will gladly pick anything up to eat it, even if it isn't edible. And when I try to put something like cheese or a piece of toast in his mouth, he often puts his hand out so he can grab it and put it in his mouth. I have no idea what changed. Just one day, that little brain of his was like, dude, EATING IS SO COOL.
Jack also got two teeth this month. TWO! They are both on the bottom and it is so adorable. Teething wasn't quite as bad as I thought it would be, but it was still no fun. He got quite the runny nose during it and that was worse than any complaining he ever did. Those two little chompers are hanging out, mashing up food, and making me die from the cuteness daily now. I will have to try and get a picture of them to show you. Because who knew baby teeth could be so cute?
We also learned this month that Jack is VERY vocal. After hanging out with other babies a few weeks ago, Alex and I realized what a talker he is. We are fairly isolated from other babies, so we had NO IDEA that his constant jabbering wasn't the norm. Not that I'm surprised by the talk-talk-talking. Alex is not known for being, uh, silent.
Jack and I are adjusting to San Antonio really well. He still HATES to be left alone, so I am still chickening out of going to the gym during the day. But he and I enjoy running errands everyday. We read lots of books and sing lots of songs. He still likes playing with his train and table and blender. He is getting really good at putting objects in baskets and boxes and buckets. And he can take them out too. My favorite is when he puts something nonsensical in his toys. Like the remote in his blocks bucket or the bulb syringe (AKA the snot sucker) in his blender. He has really gotten into throwing thing lately and I am pretty sure we have Alex to thank for that. (Alex: "We're playing catch! With his...paci.") Yeah, thanks for that one, honey.
I feel like Jack hasn't grown as much physically this past month. He is so mobile now and I think he's burning lots and lots of calories despite his constant eating. So he can still wear some 9 month clothes, even though they are getting to be a little too high water for my tastes. 12 month clothes are a little big, but the shirts look better on him and I just roll up his jeans. He's still in size 4 diapers and we switched to using Huggies' overnights because wow, that kid is well hydrated.
He only takes about 3 bottles a day now and next month we are off formula. I can't hardly believe it. I mean, I will be THRILLED to stop paying for Similac because it is the equivalent of liquid gold. But really? Only four more weeks of formula? And then my baby is a baby no longer? How'd that happen? Where'd he go?
I know I say this every month, but it's still true.
I love him.
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
Babies!
Yikes. It's March? Already? How did that happen?
Alex turned 30 this weekend, so we headed up to Dallas to hang out with someone other than ourselves. We got to hang out with Mel and Beckett, the Crows, and the Griswolds. We had a great time catching up and holding lots of different babies. Alex got to sleep in, which is the GREATEST PRESENT EVER to a new parent. We ate pizza and carrot cake and eclair cake and some kind of magic bars. The Griswolds are the most fantastic hosts in the world and if you ever get a chance to stay at their house, you should. You feel so welcome and loved and FULL. So very, very full. There was also bacon involved. BACON!
We also went to Ikea. So, you know, it was the perfect weekend.
Here are a few pictures from our little Babypalooza.
Jack spent most of the weekend like this:
I am overstimulated! And freaking out! I will not sleep! AT ALL!
What? Did someone say BACON? Ooooh! Shiny!
Reagan was all, "Whatever boys."
I like this one because it looks like Reagan just told a joke and Jack is CRACKING UP. Even then, Reagan is keeping it cool and my child is all I'M REALLY, REALLY STIMULATED RIGHT NOW. HANGING OUT WITH BABIES IS LIKE DRINKING A RED BULL!!!!1!!!1
Beckett is mastering crawling. And also thinking about attacking the camera.
He made it to the camera! I love this picture of him. I don't know what it is, but I guess it just captures how unassuming and in your face babies are. Also? So adorable!
A rare moment of calm.
They're friends!
The boys got along really well all weekend. Jack kept trying to touch Beckett at Ikea and I was like...HE LIKES HIM! HE LIKES HIM! MY BABY IS SOCIAL! And Alex was all, "Uh, I think he's trying to take Beckett's paci." So, whatever, maybe they didn't become FRIENDS, per se, but they definitely played well together and this could be the BEGINNING of a beautiful friendship.
It was kind of surreal to have our babies playing together this weekend. I met these girls (women? Women sounds so...mature? Old? Not us?) over 10 years ago and here we are all old and thirty and married and bringing our babies over to hang out. I never would have imagined this is how it would turn out when I first started Ouachita. Back when a naiive, 18-year-old me roomed with her friend junior high and met the girl with the long hair at the first WOW group. But here we are, watching our kids playing together.
And it's better than I could have ever imagined.
Alex turned 30 this weekend, so we headed up to Dallas to hang out with someone other than ourselves. We got to hang out with Mel and Beckett, the Crows, and the Griswolds. We had a great time catching up and holding lots of different babies. Alex got to sleep in, which is the GREATEST PRESENT EVER to a new parent. We ate pizza and carrot cake and eclair cake and some kind of magic bars. The Griswolds are the most fantastic hosts in the world and if you ever get a chance to stay at their house, you should. You feel so welcome and loved and FULL. So very, very full. There was also bacon involved. BACON!
We also went to Ikea. So, you know, it was the perfect weekend.
Here are a few pictures from our little Babypalooza.
Jack spent most of the weekend like this:
I am overstimulated! And freaking out! I will not sleep! AT ALL! 
What? Did someone say BACON? Ooooh! Shiny!
Reagan was all, "Whatever boys."
I like this one because it looks like Reagan just told a joke and Jack is CRACKING UP. Even then, Reagan is keeping it cool and my child is all I'M REALLY, REALLY STIMULATED RIGHT NOW. HANGING OUT WITH BABIES IS LIKE DRINKING A RED BULL!!!!1!!!1
Beckett is mastering crawling. And also thinking about attacking the camera. 
He made it to the camera! I love this picture of him. I don't know what it is, but I guess it just captures how unassuming and in your face babies are. Also? So adorable! 
A rare moment of calm. 
They're friends! The boys got along really well all weekend. Jack kept trying to touch Beckett at Ikea and I was like...HE LIKES HIM! HE LIKES HIM! MY BABY IS SOCIAL! And Alex was all, "Uh, I think he's trying to take Beckett's paci." So, whatever, maybe they didn't become FRIENDS, per se, but they definitely played well together and this could be the BEGINNING of a beautiful friendship.
It was kind of surreal to have our babies playing together this weekend. I met these girls (women? Women sounds so...mature? Old? Not us?) over 10 years ago and here we are all old and thirty and married and bringing our babies over to hang out. I never would have imagined this is how it would turn out when I first started Ouachita. Back when a naiive, 18-year-old me roomed with her friend junior high and met the girl with the long hair at the first WOW group. But here we are, watching our kids playing together.
And it's better than I could have ever imagined.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Seven Quick Takes - It's Almost Saturday Edition
1. The baby has been sick.
2. He napped pretty much all day today, bless his little heart.
3. We are all still tired from the joy of last night. A teething, hungry baby does not equal a happy, sleeping baby.
4. I can't get into the Olympics much this year. I just...can't. I even DVR'ed some of it and no. I just can't. So all the Olympics coverage is languishing on the DVR along with about a bazillion episodes of American Idol.
5. I gave up all french fries and fast food for lent. It is SO CONVENIENT when the lenten season falls around the time I am trying to be healthier.
6. Although I heard that Filet o Fish commercial is back on. You know? The one with the singing fish? Oh my gosh, that song gets stuck in my head and will not get out. And it's probably stuck in your head now too. (Give me back that filet of fish! Give me that fish!) Can't you hear it right now too? It just stays there and will never ever leave. GAH!
7. I cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom while the boys napped this evening. My god, I might pass out from my glamorous lifestyle.
2. He napped pretty much all day today, bless his little heart.
3. We are all still tired from the joy of last night. A teething, hungry baby does not equal a happy, sleeping baby.
4. I can't get into the Olympics much this year. I just...can't. I even DVR'ed some of it and no. I just can't. So all the Olympics coverage is languishing on the DVR along with about a bazillion episodes of American Idol.
5. I gave up all french fries and fast food for lent. It is SO CONVENIENT when the lenten season falls around the time I am trying to be healthier.
6. Although I heard that Filet o Fish commercial is back on. You know? The one with the singing fish? Oh my gosh, that song gets stuck in my head and will not get out. And it's probably stuck in your head now too. (Give me back that filet of fish! Give me that fish!) Can't you hear it right now too? It just stays there and will never ever leave. GAH!
7. I cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom while the boys napped this evening. My god, I might pass out from my glamorous lifestyle.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
I am tired because...
I've gone to the gym every night this week. Our new fancy pants gym offers lots of classes and I am taking full advantage of them because it is new! and fun! and fancy! Monday night was Latin Fusion. Tuesday night was Cycle (AKA Spinning, as the rest of the world knows it). And tonight was Latin Fusion again (this time with a different instructor). Tomorrow? Yoga!
So that is where I have been. Making a fool of myself in Latin dance classes. And trying not to DIE in cycle class. It's taken a lot out of me. And I shower at night and so by the time I am ready to blog, I am also ready for bed. And bed always wins. ALWAYS.
And I am TOTALLY ordering a heart rate monitor tonight because I am hard core like that. (Or because I am pretty sure my heart rate is going THROUGH THE ROOF and I'm not burning fat, but precious, precious energy.)
But I'm having fun and DUDE, it is so nice to have an hour break where I get to be an adult. No worrying about a small child! (Who is teething! For real! You can SEE the tooth breaking through those precious little gums of his. You can even FEEL it too.) It's heavenly. If you considering heavenly to be sweating like a pig with a really red face while trying to remember to breathe. And strangely enough, I do.
So that is where I have been. Making a fool of myself in Latin dance classes. And trying not to DIE in cycle class. It's taken a lot out of me. And I shower at night and so by the time I am ready to blog, I am also ready for bed. And bed always wins. ALWAYS.
And I am TOTALLY ordering a heart rate monitor tonight because I am hard core like that. (Or because I am pretty sure my heart rate is going THROUGH THE ROOF and I'm not burning fat, but precious, precious energy.)
But I'm having fun and DUDE, it is so nice to have an hour break where I get to be an adult. No worrying about a small child! (Who is teething! For real! You can SEE the tooth breaking through those precious little gums of his. You can even FEEL it too.) It's heavenly. If you considering heavenly to be sweating like a pig with a really red face while trying to remember to breathe. And strangely enough, I do.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Valentine's Weekend
We haven't really romanced it up this weekend. That's the downside of having a kid and NOT having a baby-sitter. Today, we joined a gym (Y'all, it is super fancy. They have big water slides outside AND inside.), went to David's Bridal, and Half Price Books. We ate dinner at a burger place in a barn. And we came home and I did laundry and washed dishes. RO.MAN.TIC. And tomorrow? We're going to church. And dinner somewhere. And I'm planning on cleaning the bathroom. OH YEAH. Nothing says "I love you" like scrubbing a toilet.
To be fair, we did bake brownies and drink wine tonight. We made No Pudge Fudge Brownies and they are really good. You just combine the mix and a cup and a half of low fat (or non-fat) vanilla yogurt. I was a little worried they would suck, but they are actually quite tasty. And not too bad for you!
This little goober was a major charmer today. I think everyone at the gym fell in love with him. He did really great considering he had to wait an hour to eat. Our tour was very long and very involved. And then we were shuffled into a closed-door office with a sales rep and it felt EXACTLY like buying a car. She said we could put him on the floor because she had nothing breakable in the office. So we wound up putting him down at one point when he got restless. And what did he do? He made a beeline for her chair and promptly tried to pull up on her. Which involved touching her butt. So that was not embarrassing. AT ALL.
I hope y'all have a great Valentine's this year. I know mine will be extraordinary because I have TWO valentine's this year.
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