It's a Boy...

I just realized I never posted the official confirmation - It's a Boy! I really feel like a lucky lady. Two girls would have been wonderful but to be able to experience both (since this is the last fruit of Mark's loins -- and mine for that natter -- to enter the world)is a real gift. And I have always had a nagging feeling that having another girl would make me feel like I am cheating on my girl. I am sure that I would not have felt that later on, but that is what my "mom of only one child" brain tells me.



I must say I am thrilled to have the 3 year age difference that we will have. I have a true little girl now -- not a baby in any way. Of course she still cries or fusses -- once in awhile -- but those instances are rare and fleeting. She seems to be happy 95% of the time and very affectionate and loving. Bedtime is also a breeze which makes life good. I am sure we will have some wrinkles when little bro enters the scene but I am hoping her maturity will make it easier than I had imagined in the past.

As Big Girlness enters the scene naps seem to be exiting. The responses I received from her on two occasions this past week when I tried to get her to nap were:

"I don't want to go night night. Babies go night night and I am a big girl."

"But it's not dark, Mommy. And I am in my clothes!"

How can I argue with that logic?

The other night I was watching a little bit of TV (a rare thing -- this is Daddy's role) and she came up to me and asked to "snuggle" I said "sure, do you want to watch some TV with me?" (I see her do this with her Daddy) She said sure and she looked at the TV and said, "I want to watch the crabs?" Yep - she was asking for The Deadliest Catch on Discovery. I found a DVRd version and she seriously watched it for a bit before saying "Where are the crabs? I only see boats." So I fast forwarded to where they pull the crab pots in so she could see them. Daddy's girl for sure. Next she will make me sit through hours of Golf, Basketball, and the Tour de France. As long as she doesn't start watching Ultimate Fighter I am OK.

A good thing: I am not so fearful of #2 anymore -- excited to meet this little man. I think pregnancy hormones are just good to me. Could I keep them without the belly, butt, and fatigue at night?

Speaking of butts - mine is big. Seriously, only my butt and belly show signs of pregnancy (oh boobs too but they are now just normal woman size as opposed top pre-teen. ;) This is pretty good overall and in dresses and skirts but the bathing suit this hot summer is not kind. Owell -- you are only pregnant once -- I mean twice and I am going to hit the beach and pool -- no way around it. Look out for my Cannonball! ;)

2 1/2 with a 'tude

My brother in law snapped this picture right after I took away a smashball that Skylar was trying to throw down the cliff to the water where it would be gone forever.

A bit of a fit did ensue...

If this is what I am dealing with now, please help me when she is 13.

There are definite benefits of going along for the ride with this Mama's pregnant cravings. Today I needed frozen yogurt. I hadn't had it in AGES. And you are talking about a girl who used to live on Heidi's Frogen Yozurt and Golden Spoon back in the early 90s.

This was Skylar's first trip out for "ice cream" with Mommy. Am I depriving the kid? I think 2.5 is a good time.

Some Skylarisms

OK, maybe not Skylarisms but a few cute things to share...

This weekend, she let go of a blue helium balloon and cried her eyes out as we watched it fly up, up, and away. The next day while we were driving in the car -- out of nowhere -- she said:

"Mommy, maybe I can get some big turkey wings to fly and get my blue balloon!"

This morning I was patting my belly as I told my Nana how far along I was (almost 15 week snow, by the way!) and Skylar said:

"Mommy, don't pat your belly! You could hurt the baby!"

I was getting ready this AM and getting really frustrated at my new bad haircut (I don't even want to talk about it.) Skylar asked: "Mommy, are you happy?" I said, "No, I hate my hair" She looked really concerned and said "Why?" I felt bad for letting her see me frustrated over something so dumb. A few minutes later as we were loading the car she hoped on her tricycle and started doing circles and said, "Look Mommy! Are you happy?" (Hoping to cheer me up with her trike tricks) and I said "Yes!" And she beamed a big smile looking so happy she accomplished her goal.

Daddy got out of the shower and she said:

"You have a beautiful monster teenis!" As you can imagine, Daddy smiled from ear to ear.

Still smiling...

...today I went into the local bank branch to make a deposit and over in the private merchant area I saw a man making a transaction wearing a....

... FISH HAT!

No, lie, a baseball type cap with a fish head sticking out the front and a fish tail out the back. Kinda like the Billy Bass singing wall bass that my parents (yes! gasp!) have in their game room.

He wasn't even cracking a joke...just going about his day, making deposits or whatever, in his fish hat. I love it! It made my day.

I tried to take a pic with iPhone but realized I would be to conspicuous and it was my turn in line as I was reaching for it.

Found this grainy pic online that represents an accurate description of said hat.

Future Liberace..

...OK maybe not a gay flamboyant pianist, but I don't really know another famous pianist -- or any other one for that matter. Wait, Billy Joel is a Piano Man. Oooo, where is my Billy Joel CD, I could go for some "Scenes from an Italian Restaurant" right now. That may be dating me but that was old even when I was young.

Speaking of Liberace, I remember watching him when I was really really little when gay didn't really mean anything to me. Liberace and the Village People were just fun guys.

As you can see I am trying to do CPR on my much neglected blog. Not sure it will be ever worthy to make a book of, but I think that is a fab idea for those who keep theirs updated with beautiful pics of special moments (yep - you Shelly!)

Just when I thought...

...this blog's name needed a change, a new "project" begins. Yep, that's right. This ole lady has a bun in the oven. I am coming out of the first trimester "woods" and am currently just shy of 13 weeks pregnant with BBC #2.

We had an ultrasound on Monday and Wiener Watch 2009 was in effect. The results - it appears there is something hanging in the nether regions. The tech seemed quite sure but we will confirm in 5-7 more weeks with the BIG anatomy ultrasound. At this point, I am believing the tech because 1) they were right at this time with Skylar and 2) I saw something as well - apparently I should have a career as an ultrasound tech myself.

I won't lie - the thought of having a boy excites me - because it is something different and I won't feel like I am cheating on my little Miss. It really is hard to imagine splitting time, attention, and love -- although I know I can.

I must say too, my fear is beginning to subside a bit. I feel like I can and will handle it. Although sometimes, since now Skylar is almost 2 1/2, I can't imagine doing it all again. Life has gotten much easier and fun now with my little girl who can communicate and is very funny. But, I hope it just means I will be an old pro and craft veteran at this child rearing thing.

I haven't had the bad anxiety that plagues me in Sept-Dec of last year. Didn't return to popping pills despite the urge and Dr's advice. But, I know PPD can likely reoccur so will know it is an option should I feel the need. But, I am glad that I am going through this pregnancy au naturale. Even if meds are safe during pregnancy (which I truly believe they are.)

M has been supportive and I can tell he is happy at the prospects of a boy. I am also excited since eventually there will be someone else for him to replay basketball (OK I like basketball) and (God save me) football plays to for awestruck comments (other than "what did I just see?") Maybe he will find a comrade who likes the UFC -- although I hope not. (Sometimes I want to I call phony WWF on that stuff.)

I just started telling people - work, friends, more family. And, I needed to because I my stomach looks like I hit Chipotle at lunch and ate everything on the menu plus a double side of Barbacoa. Haven't gained too much weight as in LBs yet, but, my clothes definitely say something else. I already have trouble finding things I want to wear now we throw a gut in the mix? Thanks!

Anyway - life is good and I am excited to meet this new little person - possibly my little man.

Things I like...

Sleeping

Small dogs with cute paws

Bed head on a 2 year old

Bed head on the 35 year old man that is my husband

Me waking up lovely without bed head

Wine

Getting drunk with friends

Getting drunk by yourself (only once in awhile or you start to feel pathetic)

Laying on a chaise lounge by myself and looking at the remote like it holds endeless possibilities

Baby butts and chubby thighs (on babies)

Small cars like those in Europe that no one here would ever drive

People who can wear a cutting edge styles without letting it wear them

Comfy PJs worn commando

Rain when it is not cold and can't mess with my hair

Random compliments...even better from random people

True friends...few and far between

Hanging with my sister...nothing is more comfortable than that

Good movies. Really good ones that make you ponder life in ways that we should do more.

Chocolate...with nuts in it

Nuts...with chocolate on them

People with big personalities

People who don't give a sh*%t about what others think (can I get some of that)

Feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment about the life I have

Laughing...hard

People who smoke pot (they tend to be cool people -- at least the ones who have enough brain cells left to function well)

People who don't judge

Funny movies like Best in Show and Waiting for Guffman

Being excited about what comes next

My family

Dogs who run circles when you arrive home

Pizza, pretty much all pizza

A really good soup

Brunch with brunchy drinks like Mimosas and Ramos Fizzes

Play doh when it is brand new

Lip kisses from my daughter

Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens (not really but needed to know how to end this.)

Not So Terrible Two

Just when you think you are headed downhill....the sweet child returns. Magically and all of a sudden (since last week - and who knows how long this will last) my Terrible 2 ain't so terrible. No fighting getting dressed or in the bath. Naps have been pretty easy except for some dawdling (and never before 2:00 pm). And, bedtime has become pretty easy - she makes sure I close her gate and door, says "I love you Mommy, you (or daddy) come check on me?" I say "Yes, in 10 minutes." And that is that.

The best thing of all, I have one little mush mush. She tells me and Dadddy "I love you" all the time, hugs us, goes in for the lip kiss (much to my Mom's germaphobe dismay), and says things like "Family hug!" and "Friends!" when she grabs both and M and I at the same time. When M and I kiss to she laughs , points, and says, "You're friends!" Apparently I need to make the distinction between friends and "friends" soon or little S may turn into a kissing bandit like her Mama. ;) (Don't we all have our hussy, make-out with lots of people days, or was it just me?)

Needless to say, life in mi casa es dulce.

I did finally find a pre-school so my husband can stop comparing me to a documentary about parents in NYC who treated preschool admission like getting into Harvard. It was worse than stage mothers and very twisted. But, a sad (but often true) comment on modern parenting. I hang tight that I was NOT anything like that. I did have an excel comparison spreadsheet (but that is the kind of Type A gals I am) But, prestige, wait lists, income of other parents, etc. were not my main concerns. I just wanted to find a place I felt would care for my kid with love, common sense, and intelligence. Period. And, I think I found it - phew!

A huge stress was lifted with that.

Now, I still have the stress of working on baby #2 which is split into three areas:
1) Can I handle 2 kids, a full time job, a marriage, and a life?
2) Will my husband ever truly support the decision instead of just relenting
3) Will I ever get pregnant? It has been 6 months and I ain't getting any younger. I am starting to get pessimistic and am not sure to what length we will (or my husband will let us) go. I just want to get pregnant before I overanalyze and change my mind. Analysis paralysis can and does happen. I need action.

The End (my "better napper" who is supposed to be sleepinh just came in to see me with Play-doh in her hair -- I think it requires scissors and I must go.)

The Milestones are creating an avalanche

No one told me that once a child hits 2 its like a boulder that picks up speed and they start growing up so fast. We are experiencing it now. In the past month or so we knocked out potty training and getting rid of the crib, changing table, and diaper champ (thank god).

We also have been introduced to a somewhat Terrible 2 who resists baths, getting dressed, and generally doing what you want them to do whenever she feels like it. (Some days are better than others.)

The Nap has been a struggle and I am beginning to fear it is on its way out. Not that she doesn't need it but the resistance is intense and when it comes 3pm I just throw in the towel and look forward to an earlier bedtime.

Last weekend I had my first knock at the door and 5 kids asking "Can Skylar come out and play?"So cute and it took me back to the days when I was that kid knocking or waiting for the Ice Cream Truck or having to be home when the street lights came on.

Once you have a child you just start to adjust to it. I am in bed by 11pm most nights. Often earlier. It is Sat night at 7:30 pm and I am in my PJs because of a 6:30 wake, day on the trampoline, country fair, no nap, and boundless energy from Miss S. It is a sweet tired though. Looking forward to a glass of wine and movie on the couch with my Man.

I mentioned the trampoline....yep...Grand Mare (my Mom) bought it for Skylar's B-day. We resisted initially for fear of it eating up our backyard. But, I think we both agree the benefits outweigh the eye soreness. Hours of fun. And, the enclosure means Mom and Dad can drink a beer and watch from the sidelines... ah simple pleasures of familydom.

Does this mean...

...I officially have a little girl?

Skylar and her buddy Molly playing dress up on Saturday night.

Intesresting side note: Skylar is in the 80-90th percentile height. Her Daddy and I are pretty tall. Molly is only 2 months older than Skylar and off the charts as you can see (although she may be wearing little heels here). Her Mom is 6'3" and her Dad is 6'5" - Supermodels in the making...

A BIG week for little Miss S

Last week was a week of major milestones for the C family. We started serious potty training and switched to a toddler bed. I am noting her age for the history books (and for my sister who always calls to ask WHEN things happened since she has a little one 18 months behind Skylar.)

Skylar is 2 years 2 months old.

POTTY TIME

We have been introducing the potty and encouraging it for awhile and ramped it up a bit after her 2nd B-day. Then, we had a few rainy day and I decided to go for it. She has taken to it like a champ. The first few days there were no accidents at all. Amazing. Of course we have had some since, but, in general we have had major success. We even went to the Discovery Science Center yesterday where we made 3 trips to the restroom (at her request) -- all successful. Bye bye diapers. (Except for nap and nighttime. We have not tried that yet because she still wakes with a 2 pounder.)

And for those wondering -- we pretty much just skipped pull ups and went to panties. The accidents are messy but I think that has been part of the key to our success -- well that plus bribery in the form of Skittles or M&Ms.

And for the record, being potty trained is a key milestone but prepare yourself for multiple trips. I expect my thighs to be in major shape from squatting in front of a public toilet while simultaneously holding my daughter up with both arms so she doesn't fall in and trying to ensure neither of us touch anything at all.

A Potty Story...

At the Discovery Science Center we went to the bathroom for Skylar to go #2. After she went she looked in the bowl and said "Ew! Yucky Poopy!" I said, "Yep, its yucky." She looked closely at it and said, "It has an eye." "What?" As I peered into the bowl. She was right, in a funny way it looked like it had an eye. "It kind of looks like an eye, doesn't it?" I said. Then she looked at me and said: "It sees us." Then I flushed it.

TODDLER BED

This came ahead of schedule (in my mind) since I had vowed to keep her in a crib as long as I possibly could fearing bedtime (which is relatively easy now) would turn into a nightmare. But, she escaped the crib on a Monday and by Tuesday night she was in a toddler bed. The first 2 nights went pretty well in terms of falling asleep. And overall, the transition has not been as difficult as I imagined.

But, it has gotten a little tough since she quickly discovered she could get up and out whenever she wants. So, bedtime has become a little drawn out and we have had a night waking each night somewhere between 2:30 and 4:30 AM since we switched her. I think it is the novelty and hoping we return to uninterrupted sleep soon.

But, it is exciting to see my little girl growing up -- so fast and all at once.

Getting Cold Feet...

On Valentine's Day my sister, her husband, and their 8 month old daughter came over for dinner. We had a great time. My sister's daughter is such a sweet mellow baby. She never cries (seriously - hardly ever) and is always agreeable. She and Skylar played and snuggled and I felt excited and optimistic about our choice to have another.

Then, yesterday my neighbor came by to hang with M and drink a few beers. At about 4 his wife came over with their 3 year old and 3.5 month old (a bit annoyed) to remind him she needed to go to Costco and he needed to watch the kids.

We told him to stay and his daughter could play with Skylar. I scooped up the baby to help him out. Well, after a bit he began to cry...and cry...and cry. I could quiet him at first, but then there was no consoling him. His Dad had bee-lined outside with my husband and S was in a mood and not sharing well with the 3 year old who came to visit. I had flash backs of the first few months of S's life which were so difficult. So much crying, so little time to think or relax.

And, this wasn't my child so it was easy to feel - uh -- not as patient with the crying. Plus, I did not know this baby, what soothed him, how he liked to be held, etc.



Then my neighbor came back in to relieve me of his crying son and he and my husband proceeded to talk about how tough having 2 is. How your free time is shot. This caused my husband to again express his lack of excitement for the decision to have 2. How he is selfish and likes his free time. How it is a lifelong commitment to others. How the infant stage sucks.

It brought back all of the feelings I had in the first 6 months of S's life. Stress from all the crying and so little time for myself. Guilt for making my husband unhappy. Fear that we will never have a night on our own again.

After they left and I had dinner with my daughter and enjoyed her ongoing conversation. I thought about how much I loved this age. How the interaction and love is so rewarding. How far we have come. And how the infant stage was so hard for us.

I'm scared. I know I love being a Mom. I know that I would love for Skylar to experience the love and closeness of a sibling. But, I am afraid of feeling stressed, overwhelmed, overtired, and unable to concentrate fully on my girl. I am afraid of causing a strain on my marriage. I am afraid of PPD and being unhappy -- again.

This AM, M saw me laying in bed thinking and asked what was up. I replied, "Having the baby over yesterday and your reaction to him has made me afraid. I don't want to feel guilty for you not liking your life." He said, "Well, I made a commitment to you. I love you." A good response, I think. But, I am still afraid.

Trying to get Pregnant is...

...just as un-fun as it was the first time around.

Don't get me wrong, it's not the s-e-x that is un-fun (we are pretty consistent so it is no major ramp up, just a timing thing).

It's the trying for something.

That just doesn't come easy.

For me, that is.

Maybe all my jokes about rotten eggs are coming back to bite me.

Holiday Pics --Yea, I know it's January

I have been a very delinquent blogger, picture uploader, and all around slacking as an internet ho. Work was getting in the way of my life. And, life chasing a 2 year old is fun but exhausting. So, once the girl hits the pillow this mama is getting things ready for manana the hitting the chaise lounge. Couple that with efforts to try and make a baby and there you have it.

But, here are some highlights from December 2008. Kicking it off with Skylar's Birthday...
We just had a simple party with family and a few friends. That still equaled 30 people but small in comparison to some of the shin digs other Mamas throw.

Making a wish.

Getting a Bday kiss from buddy Max.


Christmas Eve with Cousin Charlotte



Oh my, my little girl is a little lady. Time to invest in the Little House on the Prairie series. What is childhood without Half Pint?

Christmas morning Santa brought a Whoopee Cushion. Refills itself automatically...ah technology. Where were those when I was growing up?

Chilling on Christmas morning with Auntie Haley (my younger sister)

All dressed up and Daddy's little girl. I am getting all misty just looking at these two.


Sisters


This may not look like anything special to you this may very well be my uncle's first taste of alcohol. My family peer pressured him and chanted until he did a shot of tequila. Too bad I didn't get the after picture where he looked like he would puke. Yea, tequila on Christmas...Thanksgiving was Goldschlager...seriously.

Feliz Navidad

Little Miss Turns 2

My little baby is now a little girl. She tuned 2 on Saturday. We had a wonderful weekend that started with Disneyland on Friday a birthday bash on Saturday and buying and decorating our Christmas Tree on Sunday.

Skylar's personality just grows every day. You can alreadytell the person she will become:

Affectionate - always giving out hugs and kisses to family and friends big and small

Sweet - if you say Oh No or gasp she asks "Are you OK?" Today she told me she would lock me in my office and I told her I was scared. She came to me, gave me a hug and a kiss, said, "I love you. You still scared? I will just shut the door a little bit." She always says "Sorry" for too many things. A bad habit she gets from her mother.

Brave - She went on a few rides at Disneyland that I knew made her uneasy. She just kept repeating "It's not scary. It's NOT scary." As if she could talk herself out of it.

Funny - She cracks me up. Daily.

Feisty and Firey - She has a temper but it is always a short burst. She contains it fast and moves on.

Smart - My girl is a smart cookie. I could go on and on with all of the things she says and does that amazes me for her age. But, I already tell so many stroies about her I don't want to make others gag with my proud mama tales.

I love this little person more than I could imagine. These two years were tough but worth every minute. I can't imagine my life without this little person and feel lucky to think I will know her for the rest of my life.

Happy Birthday Baby

Not Rated G

So, the unthinkable became thinkable today.

Skylar has been obsessed with the Signing Time video after I popped it in once last week. What is so thrilling about sign language and toddlers trying to do sign language? Apparently everything! She squeals with delight when I throw that puppy on and she is becoming pretty darn good with all of the signs. Funny, because she can speak all of the words much better than signing, but she likes to do both and I am learning some signs too.

So, I put the DVD on in my Master Bedroom the other day so she could watch a little Signing Times when I was putting away laundry.

Well today, she remembered, climbed on my bed and said, "Signing Time? Just one show??" (I always say "just one show" in my attempts to limit TV -- so she has caught on to the fact that I think mimicking mommy is so cute.)

So, I said, "OK, just one show" and turned on the TV/DVD and hit Play. Much to my dismay what does appear but a good old fashioned adult film. OK, you go tme, Porn. And not that soft Marilyn Chambers porn. Real down and dirty porn. We are talking a scene that has zoomed into areas where the sun does not shine.

In a panic quickly jumped in front of the TV and hit Open/Eject and fumbled for my savior: Signing Time.

I had forgotten about the Mommy and Daddy Time movie the night before and just assumed that Oswald, Elmo, or Signing Time was in the DVD as always.

My husband was there and thought it was quite funny. He swore to me what I thought was a never ending freeze frame of baby scarring filth was about 2.5 seconds and of no consequence to our little gal. I looked in her eyes and could see all she was wondering was, "Where is Signing Time?"

Phew!

"Two in December!"

That is what my little gals says when people ask how old she is. Apparently that is what I always say. She is my little parrot. She also says "Shoot!" and "Holy Moley!" Apparently I am a total dork.

Here is my supergirl making the "world's tallest block tower." Let's hope she doesn't aspire to have those the big plates of meat feet that fit into my slippers she's wearing.

Here is a pic I love because it signifies Daddy love which means a bit of Mommy break. It took some time to get here and now it is oh so sweet.

Listening skills

Men don't have them. Correction. Husbands don't have them. And this is made worse by TV, sports, commercials, commercials about sports, etc.

I have resigned to the fact that M tunes me out. Often. More often then he should. He knows it. He's sorry. It continues. I accept it.

I seriously don't hold it against him (most of the time) since I am a chatter box (Official title received in First Grade). I talk. I like to share things. Sometimes I feel like if I don't tell people things it didn't happen.

Funny thing is, M likes to talk too. But, I listen. I know about all his friends at work and from business school. I remind him who recently got married, who had another baby. "Guys don't talk about those things, " he says. Really? A new baby does not make it into the conversation? Even when you spent all day drinking with them at a USC tail gate? Wow, men and women are different. I can't go too long without a Skylar mention or tale. It is just such a huge part of my life.

Well anyway...this is just a lead up to a story that struck me as very funny. Last night we visited friends with a 10 day old baby girl. We were walking up their front walk, me with a lasagna in hand, M with the girl in arms. As we were walking I see a big spider web with a big spider in it, head high on M's side of the sidewalk.

I say, "Watch out for the big spider.!"

No response. (I assume he sees it)

As heeds straight for it I say, "Whoa, you are walking right into it!"

He responds, "What?! Where?!" as he nicks the side of the web with his head -- a near miss.

"It was right there."

He turns and sees it and says, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I did."

"You didn't tell me I was walking toward it."

"I said 'watch out for the spider'."

"Well you didn't say it was right where I was walking." (Scrambling to find a way to blame me without admitting he tuned me out.)

"I wouldn't have said 'watch out' I would have said -- hey look at that spider'."

But, I am convinced this is all he hears when I speak.

http://video.yahoo.com/watch/3842279/10491600

;)

TAGGED

I have been tagged by a sassy fellow Mom blogger (who I'll call Dirty ;) that I know better online than I do in person. Hopefully that will change some day. Ah the crazy world of virtual friendships...

1. Where is your cell phone? On the desk next to me

2. Where is your significant other? Golfing but he calls it working. Must be nice...

3. Your hair color? Med brown although I have been called red

4. Your mother's name? Martha aka Marti

5. Your father's name? Edward aka Tony

6. Your favorite thing, not person? Wine and family. My iPhone

7. Your dream last night? I can't remember although I had a dream the night before that M and I were also married to another couple - WTF?

8. Your dream goal? To be content in the present without always thinking about "what's next?"

9. The room you're in? Home office at my Nana's house

10. Your hobby? Before or after I became a Mom? Before: Golf, reading, writing, wine, yoga. After: Wine is the only one that made it through...

11. Your fear? Not being able to handle it all. Death and aging

12. Where do you want to be in six years? Enjoying my family and doing a job that I find more personally satisfying. Own business perhaps...

13. Where were you last night? Driving back from a work trip in San Diego then arriving home to my family -- the best

14. What you’re not? Lazy

15. One of your wish list items? A Jacuzzi or a bathtub that fits my tall self comfortably

16. Where you grew up? Cerritos and Irvine

17. The last thing you did? Read a book and sang a song before I put my daughter down for her nap

18. What are you wearing? Shorts, blouse, beige jacket, and pink fuzzy socks (no I am not retarded)

19. Your TV? What about it?

20. Your pet? Rueben -- the best dog ever if you don't factor in obedience. He is at my Mom's - we have joint custody

21. Your computer? Overused

22. Your mood? Generally happy -- even jolly -- recently a bit stressed

23. Missing someone? I miss a lot of people if I sit down and think about them. Time and friends move too fast

24. Your car? Maggie. A little clunky but gets the job done

25. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes

27. Your summer? Busy - too busy

28. Love someone? Oh yes

29. Your favorite color? Purple

30. When is the last time you laughed? This morning when my daughter heard my husband's shower end and she said "I want to see it" and I said "what?" 'The penis"

31. Last time you cried? Last week when I saw my 16 year old sister's school assignment that asked "Who is your role model" and it said "my sisters"