Second Fiddle.

People told me that Buddy would not get as much attention after we had a baby. I thought most people would not give their dogs the same attention after they had a baby, but not me. I wouldn't do that because Buddy is my baby and I love him more than a lot of people I know. That's horrible isn't it? This doesn't include family and close friends, I just want to be clear on that!

Fast forward a year or so....we would be lying if we said Buddy got close to the same attention that he used to get. Sure, we do walk him almost every day (we'll skip if its raining or we're REALLY tired but most days, he's walked) and we play with him everyday even if for a few minutes. I think Rob and I both try to give him as much attention as he was used to but its so hard when you're focus has changed to that of a human that needs you for everything.

So this is what its come to...now Buddy will tolerate any type of attention he receives from us.

Someone Got a Haircut!

That's Random.

I'm a fan of water.

Not drinking it, unfortunately, but soaking in it, like I did the other night.

I've always loved taking baths. I remember almost every night, I'd tell my parents that I was going to take a bath and off I went. I'd load up the tub with my barbies and ken doll. I'd fill the tub up with the water as hot as I can handle. Then when the water would go cold and I would turn pruney, I drained some water, and added more water to make it warmer.

And in the summer, I'd go to the community pool by my lonesome and swim for hours. I'm proud of myself for doing that - I think I had more guts to do solo stuff like that when I was younger. I'd swim so much I'd build up a mean appetite and then I'd call my mom and she'd drop off Chicken Littles for me. I thought it was awesome. Rob tells me its not awesome, but kind of strange.

Goood Mornin'!

Confession.

I received a few comments to my last blog saying stuff like "oh no, my house is much worse." I felt like I was lying to y'all because I conveniently left out a couple pictures that I was too embarassed to post. I don't know if I'm posting out of guilt (partially) or because I can be a bit competitive ("no, I have the messiest house!"). Whatever the reason, I thought I'd come clean.

This room doesn't look like this all the time. Most times, the stuff isn't on the bed but dumped in the corner of the room. I promise I am not a hoarder and there is not a small puppy trapped underneath my stuff or mushrooms growing in the carpet. It does get straightened up sometimes and then it gets all crazy again.

I have another room upstairs that we call "_____'s room". That's the name of our future daughter (nope, not pregnant yet). That room you can't even walk in. Its stuff we never unpacked when we moved 2.5 years ago plus all the baby stuff Charlie has outgrown. Maybe I'll share that room with you someday but I'm not ready yet.

Please Tell Me Your House Looks Like This.

We hired a new nanny a few weeks ago. The night before her first day, I frantically tried to clean up as much as possible. I didn't want to be judged, I don't like having a messy house (contrary to what my husband thinks). As I went from room to room I thought hoped I wasn't the only one whose house looked like this all the time sometimes.

Random Christmas dog toy on living room coffee table.

Tables leaning up against couch, tables are from Christmas dinner. Yes, Christmas.

Oh look, another random Christmas dog toy (I swear I took these pics a couple weeks ago and not in December) and baby wipes on the formal dining room table.

Towell holder, with no towell.

Bag of poopy diapers. Just chillin'.

Stuff on the laundry room floor, just cuz.

Moving right along...

Toy explosion.

Overflowing sink.

Un unpacked bags from a weekend getaway that happened a week ago.

So I cleaned it up and now, a few weeks later, we have new random piles of crap laying around the house. I do not know how to stay on top of it. The few times I have to relax, I do just that and leave the heaps hanging out around the house. I walk by them and glare at them. They annoy me. But its my fault. So I guess I annoy myself. I'm not sure where this post is going. I should probably go clean.

That's Random.

Rob's mom got Charlie a "Rody" for Christmas. Its basically a blown up plastic horse type animal that kids can rock on. It's made in Italy. That's all I know about this toy. We haven't blown it up yet because I think Charlie would just fall off of it since he is in a climbing phase.

Anywho, I am looking forward to having him play with this but the kids on the box are kind of creeping me out.

Example #1 - Why is she frowning? Shouldn't she be smiling because of all the fun she is having with her Rody? You're not selling the Rody to me, Creepy Girl #1. As a mom, I feel kind of bad calling a girl creepy. But c'mon..smile or something!

Example #2 - This kid looks like he's about to get a whippin'. It makes me feel like using the Rody is bad. Very bad.

Example #3 - Ok, really? You are now resorting to going the sexual route? Yes, you are smiling now but that just looks wrong.

I promise to share pictures of Charlie riding his Rody when the time comes. I also promise he will be smiling and not looking sassy.

Superbowl.

Facebook told me that the Packers won the superbowl. I didn't watch any of the game but we did go over to our friend's house to watch the game. For me, that meant watch Charlie and make sure he did not get into any trouble.

Here is Charlie last year on his First Superbowl day:

And today, here is Charlie kicking a ball around.

He met a friend, Wrigley. He liked Wrigley until he popped his ball. After the ball popped, Charlie wailed for awhile. We bought the ball only 45 mins prior to the popping incident but it seems he grew attached to it. I'll have to pick him up another ball at babies R us one of these days.

Remember Me?

I hate when I don't blog in awhile. I think its harder to blog when you lose your momentum. Things have been super crazy at work and by the time Charlie is down for bed, I have only the amount of energy to watch  a few minutes of Teen Mom 2 or Real Housewives of Beverly Hills Reunion (part 1 and 2). A girl's gotta prioritize.

I'll be back, and hopefully soon.