Suckage

So I've really sucked at this whole blogging thing lately haven't I?  Well my apologies to the pygmies.  I would say that life has been busy these days between raising a three year old and growing a baby, but damn it, I know other bloggers who are doing it and taking super cute belly photos in their maxi dresses.

I for one will not be rocking a maxi dress.  Its August in Phoenix where the 120 degrees has been replaced with 70% humidity and 107 degrees and the idea of a maxi dress screams swamp ass and diaper rash.  Lo siento friends for that visual instead. 

My other reason for not claiming that I've been too busy is because we're about to get a whole lot busier.  I was emailing a friend the other day and it all came tumbling out that between the upcoming nuptials of a friend and all that goes along with that and other planned events we have about 5 weeks left to get ready for Tiny's arrival.  You see The Boy was four weeks early.  I had my damn shower a week before he showed up.  Poor planning on my part maybe, but totally unexpected.  Regardless of what my mother thinks. 

So my goal this time is to have everything done before I turn 36 weeks.  This means I've got to get my expanding ass in gear. Oh, and this time I have this stupid ass idea to make the crib bedding.  Because I'm a slave to Pinterest I guess.  Hell, I even made an idea board.  Like this is some fashion line I'm creating.  But Tiny's room, if you go by the idea board, is gonna be awesome.  Now, my iffy execution will be a completely different story.  So we need to paint and sew and put the crib back together.  We need to wash clothes and see what we need this time around.  We need to buy a few items.  We didn't find out until the end of bottles with The Boy that Dr. Brown's bottles worked well for his reflux so we only have two.  We're gonna need a few more.  Lots to do and time is dwindling down.  Have I mentioned the daycare saga?  Oy.  That is its own post within its self.  I think I'll save that little morsel until there is a happy ending.  Right now, not yet.  But fingers crossed!

To add insult to injury, I guess, I am super tired these days.  Tiny is sucking the life out of me.  For example, I swear to all that is holy that I made the bed on Sunday and sorted laundry and fell asleep for and hour and a half.  Its ridic.  We had a window installer at the house a couple of weekends ago replacing the upstairs windows and I fell asleep on the couch.  All white trash with my pregnant belly handing out.  I didn't have the common courtesy to at least snore my head off in the privacy of my own room.  Juantio apologized and explained that pregnancy takes a lot out of me.  How kind. 

So yes, lots to do, little energy to do it and not a lot of time.  For some this is when they shine.  For me this is when I get canker sores from stress.  Oh, and the list making is in full swing.

This weekend.....

It has dipped below 100 degrees here in the Valley and that means its Fall. In fact it will be will Fall until like January when it will actually get cold (ish) here.  I'm talking in  low 60s FOR A HIGH!  Luckily we’re all a bunch of thin-blooded pansies so we’ll whine like it’s the tundra.

I busted out the Halloween decorations at my house the other weekend. I typically do this in the first weekend of October just to foster the idea of fall when the temperature gauge doesn’t always play along.  It was nice that we thought about turning off the AC.   So the Snoopy dressed as a wizard and a dog dressed as a witch who no longer play the music, due to the extreme heat, are sitting out and the mini ghosts and cats made out of The Boy’s hand and foot prints over the years are decorating the mirror in the entry. I even Pinterested my front door. Don’t be jealous.

I'm so disgruntled at the font of the R...don't even get me started on this!

We took The Boy to one of those Halloween stores that pop-up in vacant strip malls during Labor Day weekend just to see what costume he would pick out. Along with every costume you could think of, including the slutty version, they also have animatronic …things. Like a life-size witch from Wizard of Oz and when you press the button she cackles and says “I’ll get you my pretty” while her jaw flops about in the attempt to look like she’s talking for realsies. Most of the displays were either broken or making a half-hearted attempts so it wasn’t too scary. I felt the zombie baby eating its leg was a little unnecessary. Unfortunately there were some that actually worked and started to scare The Boy. The short werewolf made him cover his eyes. The big werewolf made him burying his head into my next. The jumping ginormous spider made him and Juanito jump.

We did look at costumes and I was pretty sad to find that there are very few options for little boys that don’t involve a weapon of some sort. I don’t know what makes costume makers think it’s a good idea to give small children plastic swords and police batons and little guns. Who thinks this is just darling??? I whined that this would be the last year that I get to have a little snugly costumed baby so we went to Babies R Us. We had very few choices, a monkey or a dragon, he picked the dragon. Still disappointing but at least I get my soft baby. When we got home and I tried to get him to try it on he only let me pull it up to his waist. He gave me the Heisman when I tried to put his arms in the costume.

I’ve got some time to try a practice run through again but I’m gonna have to find an alternative. Is it too early in the game to throw a sheet on him and call him a ghost?