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Monday, April 4, 2011
My name is not Lisa.
Okay, I had to post again today because that little girl on the post below is freaking me out. I need to not see her when I open my blog.
So I will talk about Cole's confusion. He started calling Justin "mama." Justin has pretty must gotten used to it. He doesn't like it, but at least he's not me. Cole calls me "Lacy." Sometimes, he calls me "Lisa." He has a teacher at school named Jaleesa and he can't say it so he calls her "Lisa." So needless to say, I don't appreciate it.
We know how smart Cole is. It's ridiculous how smart he is. So we're trying to figure out if he's smart enough to know how to push buttons already. He likes to argue, and when he calls Justin "mama" or me "Lacy" or "Lisa" we argue with him and he thinks it's a game. But he seriously will not call me mama anymore. I have to admit it's starting to bother me.
Besides that Cole has recently become utterly obsessed with baseball and basketball. So much so that when you're watching a game and a commercial comes on, he will look at you and say "baa-pee-ball" (basketball) or "bay-ball" (baseball) until the game comes back. It's funny though because he knows when something good happens and he gives the players and you thumbs up. Then, at least with basketball, he'll get his basketball and imitate the players. Let's just say you need to be paying attention at all times. I've been hit in the face a few times already. And he can throw pretty dang hard.
So I will talk about Cole's confusion. He started calling Justin "mama." Justin has pretty must gotten used to it. He doesn't like it, but at least he's not me. Cole calls me "Lacy." Sometimes, he calls me "Lisa." He has a teacher at school named Jaleesa and he can't say it so he calls her "Lisa." So needless to say, I don't appreciate it.
We know how smart Cole is. It's ridiculous how smart he is. So we're trying to figure out if he's smart enough to know how to push buttons already. He likes to argue, and when he calls Justin "mama" or me "Lacy" or "Lisa" we argue with him and he thinks it's a game. But he seriously will not call me mama anymore. I have to admit it's starting to bother me.
Besides that Cole has recently become utterly obsessed with baseball and basketball. So much so that when you're watching a game and a commercial comes on, he will look at you and say "baa-pee-ball" (basketball) or "bay-ball" (baseball) until the game comes back. It's funny though because he knows when something good happens and he gives the players and you thumbs up. Then, at least with basketball, he'll get his basketball and imitate the players. Let's just say you need to be paying attention at all times. I've been hit in the face a few times already. And he can throw pretty dang hard.
Not me!
I think she came from Pet Sematary. (I hate that Stephen King misspelled cemetery.)
Friday, April 1, 2011
Pregnancy Brain
Okay, let me start by saying I'm not so sure that pregnancy brain really exists. But, if it does, I TOTALLY have it. I'm not above momentary lapses in memory when I'm not pregnant, on a very good day, with plenty of sleep, and no stress. But, reverse all of those things and WHAM-O! I'm a lunatic.
Case in point:
1. Last week I locked my keys in the house (and Cole and myself out of the house). Justin had just gotten to work when I called him to turn right back around and come let me in the house. Cole and I hung out in the back yard while we waited. I looked through my purse three times to make sure they weren't really in there. He told me he wasn't mad, but he would have been mad if he had driven all the way home and my keys were in my purse the whole time. Luckily they were just sitting in the chair in the kitchen.
2. Two days ago I lost my keys in my car. Lost them. In my car. I called Justin, who was on his way home anyway, and asked him to come help me look for them. I went back in the daycare (I had just picked Cole up). Did I forget to mention that? See. Lunatic. I was at Cole's daycare, he was in the car ready to go and I was looking through my car like a crazy person for keys I just had in my hand 5 seconds ago. I finally found them in between the seat cusions. How they got there, I have no idea, because it's hard to get your hand in there without keys. I don't get it, but who cares? I found the keys. The people in Cole's daycare definitely think I'm a crazy person, though.
3. I am apparently making up emails in my head that never existed. So my boss thinks I'm crazy, too. And half the people I work with as well. That's okay, though. Most of them are smart enough to know you don't mess with crazy people. LOL
4. I cooked dinner last night and for the life of me couldn't figure out why it didn't taste right. Today, while eating my leftovers for lunch I realized I left out a pretty important ingredient. I give myself a break for that one because I was trying to entertain Cole, cooking dinner, loading the dishwasher, starting a load of laundry, and watching Jeopardy (actively) all at the same time. Could that possibly be why I'm crazy??!!
I can only imagine how much crazier I'm going to be when I have a 2 year old and a newborn.
Bless Justin's heart.
Case in point:
1. Last week I locked my keys in the house (and Cole and myself out of the house). Justin had just gotten to work when I called him to turn right back around and come let me in the house. Cole and I hung out in the back yard while we waited. I looked through my purse three times to make sure they weren't really in there. He told me he wasn't mad, but he would have been mad if he had driven all the way home and my keys were in my purse the whole time. Luckily they were just sitting in the chair in the kitchen.
2. Two days ago I lost my keys in my car. Lost them. In my car. I called Justin, who was on his way home anyway, and asked him to come help me look for them. I went back in the daycare (I had just picked Cole up). Did I forget to mention that? See. Lunatic. I was at Cole's daycare, he was in the car ready to go and I was looking through my car like a crazy person for keys I just had in my hand 5 seconds ago. I finally found them in between the seat cusions. How they got there, I have no idea, because it's hard to get your hand in there without keys. I don't get it, but who cares? I found the keys. The people in Cole's daycare definitely think I'm a crazy person, though.
3. I am apparently making up emails in my head that never existed. So my boss thinks I'm crazy, too. And half the people I work with as well. That's okay, though. Most of them are smart enough to know you don't mess with crazy people. LOL
4. I cooked dinner last night and for the life of me couldn't figure out why it didn't taste right. Today, while eating my leftovers for lunch I realized I left out a pretty important ingredient. I give myself a break for that one because I was trying to entertain Cole, cooking dinner, loading the dishwasher, starting a load of laundry, and watching Jeopardy (actively) all at the same time. Could that possibly be why I'm crazy??!!
I can only imagine how much crazier I'm going to be when I have a 2 year old and a newborn.
Bless Justin's heart.
21 Weeks
L to R: 20 weeks, 21 weeks, 21 weeks pregnant w/Cole
In this weeks pic you can see I cut Cole out. He loves our Friday morning photo shoots.
In this weeks pic you can see I cut Cole out. He loves our Friday morning photo shoots.
Here are the outtakes.
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