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Monday, October 24, 2011

Adventures in Grocery Shopping...and other things that most celebrity moms probably don't have to do with their kiddos

Okay, so it used to be EASY to grocery shop with Cameron.  When he was a wee one I would tuck him into the Baby K'tan and he would just snooze through the store.  Then, when he was able to sit up he would sit in the cart seat and play with whatever I gave him (an empty water bottle, a measuring cup, a box of cous cous).  Now, as a wiggly, squiggly toddler it is near impossible to have a completely smooth trip to the grocery store.  I try to avoid taking him, but sometimes it is necessary.  This weekend for example, our fridge and cabinets were bare.  My husband offered to go on his own with Cam (sucker) to give me a break, but his back was killing him so I thought -- well, let's all just go together and that way we can bear the brunt between the two of us.  Perhaps I should have just gone on my own...but being almost 8 months pregnant and carrying grocery bags isn't too enticing either.

So, we get there and find a cart that has a car attached to the front of it -- you know, the one that is IMPOSSIBLE to steer and looks like it has a fisher price kiddie car attached to the front.  This was Cam's first ride in one and he LOVED it.  There were two steering wheels to mess with and he was facing forward (bonus).  He did pretty good until we got about 2/3 of the way done with the shopping.  Somewhere in the frozen food aisle he decided that he wanted to get out.  Too bad.  He whined intermittently for the rest of the trip, but wasn't too annoying so we ignored him.  Tuning him out when he whines is a skill I recently picked up.

Then we came to the checkout line.  This is where Cam stopped whining and discovered the utility of his new ride.  He was about halfway through emptying the candy shelves into his car when we caught him...holding a 5 hour energy bottle and sitting amongst tons of Starburst and Skittles...pretty much whatever was level with his little klepto hands.  He was so proud of himself.  I wish I had had a camera to catch the speed and agility with which he emptied the boxes of candy into his vehicle.  Luckily our checkout lady found the entire thing hilarious and we caught him before we left the store without paying for his loot.  Needless to say, we put it all back and didn't let our son purchase any 5 hour energy shots. 

I learned my lesson...push cart past candy shelves before unloading so that Cam doesn't get us both arrested for shoplifting sugar.  Anyone else have any good stories of grocery store mayhem with toddlers?  I'm just waiting for the day he has a complete meltdown in a store with me...hopefully I won't have one too.

Hope everyone had a great weekend!!! 

Monday, October 17, 2011

Catch up.

The past month of my life has been one hectic event after another and I apologize for being MIA.  In short, husband traveled, Cam got sick, we closed on our house (YEA!), moved into rental, I went on a business trip and then we went on vacation.  Oh, and in the middle of all that I tried keeping on top of work projects and unpack with a crazy (and I mean CRAZY) toddler running around.  Needless to say that I am tired (even after vacation) and also 32 weeks pregnant.  At times I forget that I am pregnant...did that happen to anyone else?  I think it is because this is my second child and because I am running at full speed all day every day. 

Things on my mind today:

1.  Crazy toddler.  Cameron's energy level literally doubles every day (or at least that is what it feels like).  He is sooo busy -- playing with toys, trying to get into the washing machine (I'm not kidding), trying to unpack boxes and get into them, throwing toys (any suggestions on curbing this?), fighting me on EVERY SINGLE diaper change, hiding things that we find later in the randomest places...and basically running everywhere while his pregnormous mother chases him.  He is a little domestic terrorist -- but an adorably sweet one at that. 

2.  Fear.  Fear that I have another child on the way in about 7 weeks (if I go to my c-section date) and don't have any clue as to how I am going to manage it.  People have been telling me that adding a second child is very tough...and while I appreciate the warning, I am hearing it about once a day now and each time I can feel my blood pressure rise.  My husband seems to be more relaxed about this pending transition than I am...of course, he doesn't have to get up in the middle of the night and breastfeed and deal with all of the other body trauma that comes along with birth and recovery.   You would think that after my last birth experience (summary: preeclampsia, HELLP syndrome and almost dying) that I would be concerned about the actual birth, but right now I am more scared of the days and weeks after we get home from the hospital with Baby Boy #2.  I'm sure fear about the birth process will come -- probably when I am on my way to the hospital either in labor or for my scheduled c-section, but right now I am foolishly focusing my energy on what will happen post-delivery and how my little whirling dervish named Cam will handle it all.  OY.

3.  I did not DVR Kim Kardashian's Dream Wedding special.  What did I miss?  I was too tired to care.

4.  Even after moving away from LA, I still have celebrity spottings ...I have seen Drew Lachey at the playground and when we went for ice cream one night.  Actually, both times I have seen him (we live in the same area of town), he has had ice cream with him.  He has a son that is around Cam's age or a little younger and a daughter who appears to be around 4 or 5.  Who knows, maybe his son and Cam will play on the same soccer team later on...

5.  I read I Don't Know How She Does It while I was on vacation and although it is a good read, it actually made me anxious.  Basically, it depicts what most working moms go through to juggle family life and career.  I haven't seen the movie and I probably will (when it comes to Redbox), but I have to admit that at times the book was kind of depressing -- because it was so true.  The main character has a high powered / high stress job and two children (not to mention a husband, an extended family and friends) to maintain and she often feels like she is "faking" one "job" for the other.  I don't work full time per se (30 hours a week), but I often feel like I am still juggling -- furiously at times -- to keep up.  In the book there is a character who actually writes a manual for her husband called "Your Family: How it Works," in order to guide him after her death.  I often wonder how smoothly things would function if I passed away unexpectedly and left my husband to handle all the details and minutia of our family life.  I know he would do fine in time, but seriously, how would I account for all of the tiny little things I do without thinking or the planning ahead / anticipating that all moms / women seem to do?  It goes beyond purchasing life insurance and completing estate planning (which I need to do) and is more about remembering to repack the diaper bag, have a clean blankie at the ready, pay daycare, have a stock of swim diapers, know what Cam's favorite book is, or where I keep the band-aids and motrin.  I liked the book because it was entertaining and the characters were funny and relatable, but it made me more nervous to bring another child into this circus act. 

More later...hopefully some vacation pictures and pop culture-ish things -- I need to catch up.  I am watching Sister Wives on TLC this season and when I was watching it the other day I actually forgot they were polygamists...they just seem so much more normal than those peeps with bad hairstyles that we usually see.  Did I ever mention that I went to a Halloween party with a group of friends dressed up as polygamists?  BEST, MOST COMFORTABLE COSTUME EVER.  Not sexy, though...unless you are into that...Feel free to steal the idea.