Oh yeah...

I almost didn't notice, except that I happened to be changing out the monthly page on my desk calendar and there it was written in sharpie...

"Happy 13 Month LID to us"

blah...blah...blah...yawn...

Wake me when we're next in line...

Ribbonlicious Bragging

Hey all - my dear sweet friend Kelley just started the most adorable business called Li Tian Designs and her concept is simple and DARLING! It's a name tag for luggage, purses, duffle bags, backpacks, or lanyards around the neck - or just about anything you can think of. I personally can think of many uses for them and I must admit I am partial to the tag inspired by my very own, Keira Joy.

• Keira's Diaper Bag
• As a lanyard with Keira's referral picture on one side for traveling to China
• Our luggage or my purse
• Keira's personal luggage for travel
• Something to have at my desk to remind me of her all the time...
  

My list goes on and on, but meanwhile - check out her shop here and you will see what I'm talking about...


Here's a little taste of what she does and remember that she can do just about anything you like color and theme wise - yes, she is that good!

Now I expect her orders to skyrocket after you all see this post! Haha!

Bye Bye Buddy

After five days together, my little buddy Keira Grace goes home tomorrow morning at 9am. Home to her mommy and daddy and Miss Christie gets her regularly scheduled programmed life back....ahhhhhhhh - relief....

But I will miss her...kinda...shhhh....

Dead...as a doornail

I've wanted to post...I've thought of posting...I even imagined finishing my series below and finally getting to Part I, with all the funny pictures that I have for you. But I haven't had time and let me tell you why....

Because I am dead as a freaking door nail -

Ok - let me really tell you why. I am watching my little two year old buddy Keira Grace full time this week. Not just during the day - but 24/7 from Monday-Friday, as in suitcase sleeping over full time. Let's say this together, shall we?

"OMG"

Listen, I know all you moms out there are chuckling at me right now - but let me clarify something. People keep on saying to me "well now you know, huh?" or things like "welcome to parenthood" followed by a hearty laugh and a slap on the shoulder. Let me just say to those people that it's a heck of a lot different taking care of someone else's child than your own. It has to be. She is used to her parent's way of doing things, their own set of rules, and a pretty tight schedule. I work from home full-time and sometimes more. I don't have a schedule outside of work, eat, and sleep Monday thru Friday - same goes for AB. Weekends are a menagerie of sleeping in, late breakfasts in bed (seriously... don't laugh), errand running, church going, shopping and or napping and gaming, free-for-alls.

When you have your own child, I imagine you have your own routine and your own rules and your own schedule that you gradually work into as you adjust to life "with baby". Your home is baby proofed (mine is not) and you just get into a groove. I have no groove. Not yet...saving that for Keira Joy.

I'm paranoid that she'll crack her head on our fireplace, get into our medicine cabinet, slurp down the extra soaps and shampoos under the bathroom sink, slink her way right out the dog door, sneak slowly out the garage door leading into the house, slip and slide right out of the highchair, and tip over and out of the crib. How will I explain any of this to her parents? Anton and I have saying that goes like this "babies are made of rubber". But only our babies. Not other people's babies. So I am exhausted trying to prevent any of the above from happening.

She doesn't like to be alone in a room, so she follows me around everywhere I go. Suits me, so I can make sure that she's not downing drano under the kitchen sink - but gawd...I'm ready to prop my eyelids up with toothpicks just so I can get some work done during her all too brief daily nap. By the time it's bedtime again at night, I'm too freaking tired from being on patrol all day to do a lick of work then either. So since I'm in charge of all my full time working duties and in charge of a smart and curious 2-year old, AND since AB is in his production week for Pirates of Penzance......sigh.....I'm just wore out and dead as a doornail. I can hardly believe I've made it through this post. AB leaves at the crack of dawn and comes home late at night after rehearsal. I had ten minutes of adult conversation tonight before he was too tired to talk any more about the bags under my "mommy bootcamp" eyeballs.

Quite frankly I was having a desperate thought tonight that referrals might speed up. As badly as I want Keira home with us, I really and truly started to panic - oh no...I can't do this...I can't make this work every day, day in and day out, round and round....for the next 18 years. Sob!

Pull it together, I tell myself. It will be different when it's your child. It will...

Meanwhile, I guess all that's left to say for the moment is that....zzzzzzz
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