Yum Yum Gimme Some

Grass is so tasty.

Is it really only Wednesday?

Work has been so crazy this week.  We had a big wig come in yesterday (it went horrible).  We have another coming in today.  I always tell people that if I'm going to have to be away from M I better be doing something I like.  And until recently, I did.  But things are changing and the micromanagement from above is getting pretty oppressive.  We aren't able to do our own hiring, have any sort of work life balance, or a feeling of security in our job.  That is a pretty bad feeling when I've been there for almost 10 years.  I try to constantly improve, but will it be enough?  I feel like to meet their expectations I would have to work 80 hours a week (not really something I'm willing to do since I'd only get paid for 40).  This is the hardest part of being a working mom.  I want to do well in my work, but not at the expense of my family. I've got a few days off coming up and I think Big Daddy and I will need to figure out our back up plan.  Always need to stay ahead of the curve you know?

SWING!!!!!!

Joy is easy to find on a beautiful day at the park.

A Great Quote

I just started reading Vanishing Act by Jodi Picoult last night and she had a line in there that was so great I had to write it down.  I think it is a great insight into motherhood.

"When you're pregnant, you can think of nothing but having your own body to yourself again; yet after giving birth you realize that the biggest part of you is now somehow external, subject to all sorts of dangers and disappearance, so you spend the rest of your life trying to figure out how to keep her close enough for comfort.  That's the strange thing about being a mother:  Until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one."

A Sucker Born

Our daycare has picture day.  They bring in the professionals, they have the crazy backgrounds that we laugh at in our older years (though I'd have been stoked to see some laser beams).  I guess I should also divulge that I am not a fan of the generic pictures that can be found at your local department store.  I'm just more of a photojournalistic fan.

So back to daycare.  I, of course, scoffed at the thought of a toddler taking school pictures.  I mean, this is the second time in less than a year.  But I picked out a cute outfit (can't have documentation of him looking like a rag-a-muffin), and got him to daycare on time, joked with my coworkers about "picture day".

I now owe $56.  I just can't say no to that sweet face.

A Sh!@@y Morning

Picture it, a quiet morning, the sun barely up.  A young boy wakes and begins to call for his parents.

Big Daddy heads into the nursery to a horrible discovery.  M has something red on his face.  What could have happened at night?  Did he scratch himself?  Allergic reaction?  Attacked by squirrels?  Only upon turning on the light did we figure out the culprit.  A parents worst nightmare.  M had poop on his face.  We're still not sure what happened, and I'm not sure I really want to know.  But it was gross and of course I could smell nothing else for the rest of the morning.  Not really the way to start a day.  And of course for the rest of the morning M was in a foul mood.

I can only hope that this is a one time deal and we may be switching back to one-piece pajamas.

Just a little blog

I guess I'll start this blog off with the requisite introductory post.

So a little about us.

I'm Little Mama. I'm a mom. A retail manager. A wife. A doggy mama. A wanna be chef. A wanna be photographer. I have a big fancy degree that I don't use the way I should, and don't you know that my own mom likes to remind me of that. I would love to have about 3 more kids, but Big Daddy still needs some convincing.

Big Daddy is the love of my life, father of my kid and the sane one in the house...most of the time. He works in IT and plays the

drums on the side. He's much too good looking for me and a total saint for putting up with me for the last 10 years (well almost). We've been married for 4 years and are definitely trying to work out that marriage-parenting balance.

M is the wee one. He is 15 months old and just absolutely perfect.   He's 100% boy and a non-stop toddler (is there another kind?). He loves to run, get into everything, say "More", and torment our dog. He's a great eater and of course the best looking, smartest, sweetest and funniest kid on the planet.

Bella is our very sweet, very deaf (really), very patient dog. She is our rescue dog that Big Daddy and I got not long after we married. She is part Spaniel, though we like to say she is half goat and half pain in the ass. No sock is safe in her presence.

Hopefully you'll enjoy our little blog.