Mostly-Mommy

Why do baby clothes have pockets? Is that so they have a place to store their cigarettes and spare change?

Between the addictive, terrible new music and Church of Lazlo teaching my son some interesting things… now there is a new problem. Saturday night I was driving home with the kids (Mike is gone to a conference for a week) and the station was talking about the free Finger 11 concert they were putting on down in the Power and Light District. I SO badly wanted to ditch my cranky children and go down there, claim the VIP tickets and just have some fun. Stupid radio! Instead I went home and put my VERY angry children to bed with no small amount of frustration, then watched Borat and went to bed. Zoey got me up SEVEN times during the night. I don’t know what is up with her because for a couple weeks now she wakes up very angry repeatedly during the night, plus during the day she doesn’t want to eat much solid food. We were making good progress for a while with the eating and now she just wants to nurse all the time again. That’s a whole other post I guess. Sigh…

Anyhoo, for a couple days now Nick has been locking himself in his room for long stretches of time and playing with stickers. It is GLORIOUS! And a little OCD.

Now if he would stop being such a fricking toddler and if Zoey would stop being such a sleepless crankbutt things would be golden.

One more just so the Baby Daddy doesn’t miss us too much…

You know what is bad?

When you’re up for like the 47th time during the night with your cranky children and you leave the room to pee, then when you come back you realize your husband’s terrible Indian food breath has filled the whole room with stink.

That’s bad.

(Sorry honey! I love you!)

Mike and I had a wonderful date this evening, thanks to the workings of the illustrious Grandma Sarah. Thanks, mom!

We went to see “Journey to the Center of the Earth” in 3-D at Town Center down south in Leawood. Hello White People Land! The movie was actually super fun and way better than I expected it to be, although I’m sure most of that can be attributed to the 3-D novelty and the fact that I had a few blissful childfree hours with my lovely husband.

Me, also lovely. That’s why my friends call me whiskers. Moving on!

We had an interesting experience while we were waiting for our movie to start however. We bought our tickets and decided to roam around for a while and see what the vast expanse of the Town Center had to offer. We saw a Williams-Sonoma. It was hot. I won the argument and we went inside. We were promptly greeted by a salesman who tailed us over to the espresso machines and seemed really needy. I assured him we didn’t require any help and I thought I had sent him on his way. Here’s how it went down:

Me: turning to Mike and asking “Is this the machine you were looking at?” while placing a solitary fingertip on the drip tray.

Salesman: “DO NOT TOUCH THE MACHINES! SOME OF THESE MACHINES ARE WORTH OVER $3200 AND YOU CAN’T JUST GO TOUCHING THEM LIKE THAT!”

Me: looking shocked at first, then giving a clearly offended and somewhat amused by his high-horseishness look.

Salesman: “Well we get a lot of people who want to play with the machines”… blah, blah… stammering something about gladly making me a complementary cappuccino… blah, blah… pretty sure he realizes he is a tremendous ass. And yet WILL NOT LEAVE US ALONE.

Mike has a serious espresso machine addiction and would’ve loved nothing more than to play with all the machines and have that dude make him like 17 shots of espresso all from different ones. But we stick together, yo, and we made a polite but hasty retreat from that bullshit snooty place. Suck it, Williams-Sonoma! I’m not even going to link to you!

Overall a very good date. Plus, as a cherry on top the young man is staying all night with the lovely Grandma Sarah. When we got there to pick up the youngest hellchild he greeted us with “NOOOO! I don’t wanna go home!” Fine by me kid, now we can let the little teething, sleep-regression just-plain-contrary crabass baby cry some during the night. And she will. Stubborn little thing. I have not been her biggest fan at night for the past couple weeks or sixty. Meh.

I guess I should quit procrastinating and get my tired butt into bed already. At least in the morning I have some things to look forward to, including sleeping in, reading the Sunday paper, and enjoying the relative carefree and quiet lifestyle of a person with only one child. One who still naps. Yeeha!

Well, it’s my last night as a twenty-something.

I’m actually excited to be turning the big 3-0 tomorrow but that hasn’t stopped me from enjoying my last weekend in my twenties with a little debauchery and bar hopping. Heh!

Last night my ultra hip partner in crime and I went down to Westport for a show at the Beaumont. We saw Vedera which is a pretty popular local band and now I know why. That girl is little but she can SERIOUSLY belt it out, great songs too. The warm-up bands however… Queen’s Club was pretty rockin’ so I bought their $3 CD. The Roman Numerals on the other hand can only be described as Sucktastic McCrappalicious, sorry dudes. I tried to get into it but they lost even my obligatory applause after the first couple of songs. My hands were busy covering my ears. On the way out we walked down to the corner where there was a man reading palms and Tarot Cards. I wanted to have my palm read for my 30th birthday but that would’ve required letting that guy touch me, so we kept on walking.

Today Nick and I spent a good chunk of the afternoon at Target, then later we all headed over to my mom’s house for a party that I had no idea was happening. NO IDEA. TOTAL SURPRISE. In no way did my husband crack under the pressure and spill all the juicy details ahead of time. He would never! It was a TOTAL SURPRISE. It was also pretty fun and delicious. Thanks!

I was going to put some pictures in here but when I plugged in the camera it said Mike took 135 pictures at the party! Must’ve been some party! So alas no time for all that tonight. You’ll just have to settle for some highlights tomorrow. Right now I’m going to bed to rest up for my 30’s. I’m going to need all the energy I can get because I plan on my next decade being pretty great.