It figures!!!

You know, I saw the fruit quiz and I was like "Hmm! That looks fun!" what I didn't know though? Is that it's pretty DEAD ON. I've decided to embrace the results as there is no way I can argue about it. It is just true. My name is Roseytoesies, and I am a lemon. The end.

You Are a Lemon

You have a very distinct personality. And if you're not being sweet, you're a little hard to take. You're a bit overpowering, especially in one on one situations. And while you are very dominant, sometimes your power is needed and appreciated. You can liven up a dull situation, and you definitely bring a fresh outlook. You are a bit of an acquired taste, and you tend to grow on people over time. People feel refreshed and rejuvenated after spending time with you.

What Type of Fruit Are You?

Throw up your rock-fist y'all

Because my kid is here to rock & ROLL! We decided to do this yesterday afternoon (on our own, with the clippers) and we've been thrilled with it ever since. I was worried at first that after it was all done I might hate it and cry, but I LOVE IT! And, so does he thank goodness. He calls it his "Ahawk" and keeps checking himself out and strutting in front of the mirror. Ah, living vicariously through our children is such a wonderful rite of passage.

So is taking awesome blackmail photos of them to show to future girlfriends!

Screamin' Aces

Some of you may already know this and some of you may not, but my husband is quite the character. He comes across to most people as a friendly and laid back personality. Those who know him personally though, will give a much different description.

Ace is goal oriented, driven, honest, giving and incredibly tolerant of my many neurotic tendencies (many many.... like, you have NO idea) .

Most of all though? My dear husband is a KING SMART-ASS. It has taken more than 6 years together and countless lost arguments for me to even begin to train my ear and my brain to pick up on the intricacies of his keen sarcasm.... He's the only person I know who is capable of getting me so angry so quickly.

Now, I will be the first one to admit that I have quite the potty-mouth. I use profanity to convey anger more often than anyone ever should. This along with hurling heavy objects, had always been my way of venting my anger toward my dear husband. That is, until ZK came along.

You should know that as a child and all through my life, I was unwillingly exposed to an unholy amount of physical and verbal violence. I witnessed things in my home that no child should ever ever have to see or know about. To this day, I'm still trying to pick up all of those pieces. I always swore that when the time came for me to have children of my own I would do whatever it would take to protect them from those things. I would NEVER fight in front of them.

All of those things that I promised myself though, came before I ever met said King smart-ass. I don't know if anyone else has ever had this type of problem with their husband before, but mine makes pushing my buttons into his own entertaining past-time. He will find just the right moment to (with a smile!) say the one thing that will send me over the edge, and then once I'm knocked off balance he will push and push and push and..... @#$%&^**!!!!!!!!!!!! &$*%$@!)**!!!!!

And then I've lost it. I've thrown a cell phone or a skillet or a can of coke and I've screamed things that would make Captain Blackbeard blush and hide his face. My man is talented like that.

So now, I have this 2 1/2 year old. He's pretty smart! He knows when mama's getting irritated, and he knows when I'm sad or stressed. I've had to get pretty creative in my efforts to not argue in front of him. Another reason for that is because he is like this little tape recorder. He can repeat things I say! Even bad words!!! Imagine that! One day as I accidentally started to scream in front of the boy after one of Ace's cute little remarks I called him an "uh..ACE-HOLE!!!" To which my husband responded with a smirk. For the rest of the day, he was "Ace". When we would have friends over after that and he would begin to bother me, I would "Hey, Ace, can you please grab me another glass of wine?", and he would get the idea and sort of try to stop.

And there you have it! The name? It suits him well. Not only for his bad attitude but for all of his good traits. He's my number one. He's Ace.

BOOYAH BABY!!!!!

Okay, so I may have possibly figured out why my body isn't tolerating all of this physical work very well....











Holy Moly!!






I mean, we were trying. It was completely on purpose. But we had been trying since May. May as in this May. As in we may have possibly conceived this baby the very first time we -uh, attempted for lack of a better word. Insanity!
Pretty much the only people we've told are our token best friend couple (Hi Sarah& Ace's Twin frum anotha motha!), my parents and both of our sisters. OH! and now THE ENTIRE INTERNET. Hey we can trust you, right? We haven't yet told my in-laws because we don't want them to get all excited and then possibly be completely heart-broken should this pregnancy end in miscarriage like my first pregnancy. We have decided to wait until I get my first prenatal appointment and an ultrasound showing a heartbeat. So far? No appointment set because I have to figure out how I would like to -er- do this whole thing.
What does that mean, you ask?
I'm considering using a midwife. Seriously. My first birth experience was something of a medical intervention extravaganza and I refuse to let all of that happen again. Ideally? A water birth. No seriously.

Because I have to get ready for the Stars game

I'm exhausted!!! Holy cow!! Seroiusly, my body had better decide to get with the program or I will end up keeling over by the end of this week. I woke up Friday morning and when I looked at the clock I heard a voice in my head say "You can not DO this. It is TOO EFFING HARD."

But, in fact I could do it, and I did. I made it through the day without dying and I felt immensely proud of myself for doing so.

Taking care of children for me is in no way challenging mentally. In fact, I find them more pleasant to deal with than most adults. The hard part is just keeping up with them. It's insane! The energy! It is limitless!

Ah well... I guess what doesn't kill me... You know how it goes. Between you and I though? It may kill me. Kill me dead. Soon.

Anywho, wanna see some pictures? Sweet! I knew you would. I have to go watch hockey with Ace and his friend and his friend's girlfriend-ish person. I'm not excited. I stink, and I'm pretty sure the girlfriend-ish person will be younger, thinner and cuter than me. And she will not be exhausted, covered in sweat and sticky with baby goo..... I on the other hand? Will have all of the above, in mass amounts. Sweet.

ZK and I on Easter Morning. TA DAAA! Isnt he awesome?!

MOI- making a total ass of myself, as usual.

Because I can find NO photos of Big Ace alone (someone is not so happy about having a lens pointed at him. EVAR), here he is on Christmas morning with ZK in our old apartment. HE was more excited about the train table than ZK was!

"THOU SHALT POST OFTEN"

I KNOW I know. I just started the stupid blog and already I'm neglecting it. That is so like me. Well, I have no excuse except that THE KIDS- THEY ARE KILLING ME DEAD.

Don't get me wrong, I totally love them. They are squishy and giggly and lovey and inquisitive and adventurous and... and ACTIVE. So active, in fact, that I am at this very moment sweating my 140 pound ass off... The moving around and the cleaning up messes and lifting little 20-30lb bodies up to the changing table all day is something I hadn't put much thought into I guess. So now? Mah back! It hurts! I know that in a few weeks I'll be used to all of it. I am pretty young after all and really pretty resilient. But for now? I need a massage and a glass of WINE!

On a completely unrelated subject- My husband has expressed an extreme dislike for his blog nickname. Our conversation 2 nights ago:



ME: Take a look at my blog! I'm so excited about finally starting one!



S: looks pretty g.... HEY! How come I have to be "S"?



ME: What? What are you talking about? "S" is totally appropriate!



S: Yeah but in your aunt's blog, she calls her husband "Big Daddy" or "Big Daddy T"! How come I have to just be "S"? I want a "Big Daddy" name!!



Me: I do have another appropriate nickname I could use.... right Ace?!



Ace: ....



Me: (Raising one eyebrow)



Ace: You don't love me.



SO! From here on out my husband will be known as Ace. The end.



What's that you say? Where did the name come from? That my friends, is for a whole other entry. :)

Dude...I just blogged!

Umm- Hello. This is the strangest feeling. It's like I'm talking to an empty room... and yet I'm just typing at my little desktop. Maybe someone will read this? What am I supposed to be talking about?
I guess I'm starting with today. I have ridiculous amounts of work to be done. Monday is the first day of business for my home daycare! I feel like it's the culmination of a year's worth of hard work. I've literally put blood, sweat and tears into this project and I just can't believe that it's finally about to happen!
My husband S has been busting his booty right along with me to prepare our home for our big inspection by the state. Fortunately, we passed it with flying colors! My house is officially baby-proof land. There's no cupboard, no oven, no drawer or potty without a latch on it. Every outlet is covered, every window shade cord is wound safely out of reach of grabby little hands. It's interesting when you walk into my home to see just how far one can go with the childproofing! I almost (ALMOST!) feel like I could just let my little ZK run around the place without having to keep an eye on him at all. For those of you who know me personally though? That's not gonna happen any time soon. I'm a tad bit over-protective... a TAD (shut UP S)!

I guess today isn't that exciting... I need to clean out my car, plan a weekly menu for the kids and fax some stuff to my licensing rep- bla bla blaaaaaahhhhhh.. somewhere in there I need to feed and bathe mah kiddo. At a later time, I'll come back and introduce myslef properly but for now I just wanted to get a feel for posting and to see how easily the words will come to me. So far? A little boring. Oh well. I can tell I've got you hooked already. You're hanging on my every word. You know you love it.