Today was a Success! first birthday party

Today was so relaxed. I drove my little mister in to town and let him play for nearly an hour and half in the target toy isle. 

 We went to Costco and picked him up a strawberry cheesecake. He somehow smooshed it before I even left the store.

He loved the way it tasted!

 His cousin Danny came over to help us celebrate along with a few of his aunties and uncles.

 The rest of the evening we spent outside soaking up summer.

xoxo

love cate

What a year!

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

 In daylights, in sunsets

In midnights, in cups of coco
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?

How about love?

How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love…

(Rent – J. Larson)

Hi my name is Cate (but you can call me Debbie Downer for short)

and I am not the wife a mother I thought I was going to be....here is my week in confessions 

•  on the hottest day of the summer I decided to ignore my messy house (reassuring myself that it would still be messy when I got home)Packed my diaper bag and made the long trip into town all in the name of  The Husband a fathers day present. In a Tj max parking lot I did what I have always considered to be pretty high on the list of "unthinkables." I buckled my little mister into his car seat, gave him a snack shut the back seat  door with my foot and went to slide into the driver seat.....it was locked. I could see my keys and cell phone just sitting on the seat (in my younger more frivolous college days I had a similar incident but instead locking my sweet baby boy into a steamy hot car  the group of friends I was chauffeuring around that night were subjected to stand outside in frigid temperatures for  nearly three hours before they were able to get my mazda unlocked, this little tid-bit fueled my anxiety) I went into full blown panic mode. This sweet lady came to my rescue and called 911. Jett was giggling as I  frantically started banging on the windows, running around the car trying with no avail to pry open any of the  door handles. Then he started screaming...I felt helpless. I  think I was crying harder then he was. I definitely made a scene. A police man came and saved the day.....I drove straight to Artic circle and ordered one of their infamous over the top shakes.....after self medicating with food I realized I spent all day in town and didn't have anything for The Husband on fathers day......awesome

•  I have let my pregnant sister clean my house three times....in the past three weeks...... I love her forever for helping me so so much! The little mister has a yeast infection and has gone from 0 to 6 teeth in the past week....The only cure for his aliments that has seem to work has been my undivided attention :)

• I have cried a total of six times this week. mostly for the above and below reasons and one little reason that feels a little to personal to share at the moment. One of them has to do with waiting over an hour and half in a 6x6ft  doctors office with a very active little boy before the doctor came in she was less then kind to me. I felt humiliated. luckily the next day the little mister pediatrician was so warm and kind completely restoring my faith in doctors in general :)

• We ate chicken nuggets and sweet potatoes fries for five consecutive meals. Then today I decided I was going to be healthier and made a salad with the lettuce that  my sister in laws gave me from her garden. When I was almost finished I bit down on something that was both slimy and crunchy!?!? It was a live snail........I am not really an escargot type of gal...

•  One of my dearest friends called and asked If I was by a computer and If I could log onto her facebook.  She needed me to read an email she had just received from her boyfriend. Her voice was shaking. I logged on and started reading out loud the words from the boy that just that morning she thought she was going to marry have babies with and spend the rest of her life with tell her that he didn't love her and had been with other girls.....savannah wrote about it here. I sobbed. I hate him for doing this to her. I called him a few choice words. That is totally out of character for me. 

• I have laundry spilling out of the laundry room and have no plans of doing it.

• I signed a two year gym membership and haven't been in over two weeks.....

• Lately I haven't been feeling quite as spunky and since I have yet to find photoshop in a bottle or cream form I went for the next best thing... lots of blond highlights in my hair. The hair stylist didn't think it was such a good idea. after running my fingers through my hair and feeling like I have more in my hand then I do my head....I am starting to think she was right ;) 

edit: I have one more thing I feel a need to confess I ate two boxes of cookies both times the damage was done in a 15 minute period. On the bright side the cookies were organic...:)

xoxox

love debbie   cate

how funny is this?

Candi and I have the same prego body.
 I decided to spoil her surprise and show her what she will look like at
35 weeks pregnant....(the photo where  I look like a not so little picnic!)

I told Candi bigger and better things would be coming her way!
her expression was priceless.

All good things must come to an end.

Shortly after the Little Mister turns 1 I will be leaving on a week long trip. 

I have been thinking about how I am going to go about weaning this little guy.

I am not sure why I thought weaning the little mister would be a piece of cake. Actually that is exactly what I envisioned, on the little misters first Birthday giving him a sippy cup full of  whole milk along with a piece of magelby's chocolate cake.....my vision also included tiny decorative candy airplanes on that heavenly cake and me 30 pounds thinner.....

Unfortunately reality came knocking on my door and I realized it is not going to be quite that easy. 

I am scared to quit nursing. 

What will I do when he cries?

What about when he is tired?

When he is bored?...okay isn't quite that bad but I do feed that little guy quite a bit.

Who will I use as an excuse, If the only body I am supporting is my own? Does this mean I will finally have to buckle down and  start dieting and exerciseing?

 If I can be completely honest what I  am most worried about is will he still love me the most same? I love the bond we have. 

But then again I am secretly looking forward to the freedom that milk provided by a dairy cow and not by me will offer.

As always any suggestions tips or tricks are welcome!

love cate