Iv'e created an air snob

Okay, so I'll admit it. I'm a gosh damn air snob. I love me some man made, artificial air. I think this sick habit of mine has rubbed off on my toddler.

Now, I've noticed this preference from Connor time to time when I roll the windows down a bit, or turn a fan on with the windows open in the house. He gets down right pissed every freakin' time. It's not normal toddler pissed either, it's I'll rip your mommy face off, pissed. So I'll roll up the windows and blast the air in the car, or shut the windows and flick on the home air conditioning and he's a happy camper again. What the fuck, how does he even know the air is on? This ain't this first rodeo, that's how. I think in a previous life, he was like some kind of Hulk, bossy type...I just know it. Or maybe it's because his mommy is the same way...nah, I'll blame past life.

So today, it's a beautiful fall day, and I have my gosh damn windows closed with the air set at around 75 to just keep it cool enough in here. Why? Hulk started turning green as soon as he saw me turn the air off and open a window. So, in attempt to keep him happy and sweet, I'm footing a nice electric bill during the FALL season.

It's my fault...he's his mothers' son. I created an air snob. What odd habits have your children created?

Sincerly,
maxed out my electric bill, mama

Now and Then..

Alright, it's officially fall. My favorite time of year. It's a cool 66 degrees out there and I broke out my favorite type of clothing....baggy : ) It's the only time of year, I look thinner than what I really am! Not only are the clothes better, so is the food, the football and general fall activities! Pre-baby I would never be home, but let's see how things are now different.


THEN: Sunday morning, sleep in till 1030 am, just in time for the NFL pre-game show to start. Take time to look hot, in my NFL gear, cute little bow in my hair head off to the bar with my husband. Drink beer till 9 pm, eat chicken wings till I was in a food coma and yell and scream with the other drunks in the bar!

NOW: Wake up at 630am. Slip on my NFL hoodie, with my hair in a greasy messy bun, because let's be honest, after picking up a shit ton of toys on the floor the night before, Id rather sleep than shower. Get hoodie covered in baby yogurt, fruit snacks and boogers all before 1030am. Turn on the game, and fill up sippy cups of juice, get poop on my face, and take a nap during halftime. Repeat.


THEN: Go to a festival, with just cash in my back pocket, stuff my face with crap like funnel cakes, a beer or two and walk away with some fun jewerly for myself or other random junk I wont be able to find in a year.

NOW: Pack diapers, wipes, sippy, toys, hats, extra clothes, snacks, more toys, blankets, books and load the baby and the huge stroller in the backseat. Drive away to the festival. Turn back around because we forget the meca of baby items, binkie, our savior. Go to the festival, share some boring frozen fruit with baby, walk around for 20 minutes until baby starts screaming. Then pick up the baby to make him happy, until you decided your back is about to give out and decide to just go home. I also learned that Connor can yell louder than the normal festival crowd and live band combined. Talent, pure talent.

Yep, things sure have changed around here. I'm gonna get all corny and crap and say, I would't change it for the world though! My bubs is worth every bit of puke and poop on my face...for today anyways : )