Saturday, March 31, 2012

Not To Do List

I don't officially  have a list of things that I do not want to do.  But if I did, I know what would be right at the top of that list.  And that, my friends, is fixing my closet. 

I realize that you may not know exactly what it is you are looking at, so allow me to explain.  When we moved into the house that we currently rent, there was a big open space behind a door in our bedroom that was pretending to be a closet.  There was no rod or shelf or any way of hanging clothes.  In my impatient pregnant state I decided I could not wait for my husband to take care of this so I did it myself.  It was literally the single most frustrating task I have ever taken on.  

I bought the wire shelf and had the guy at the hardware store cut it to the right size, and then bought a wooden pole and hooks for the hanging rod.  How hard could this be?  Well, we have a sloped wall on one side and zero light inside for starters.  The metal rack was much heavier and ridiculously difficult to maneuver, and I kept scraping it up against the walls.  When I say I scraped it I mean I gauged the wall multiple times, deeply.  

After a few tantrums and lots of sweating, it was finally done.  The accomplishment almost wasn't enough to calm the rage I was feeling earlier.  But, of course, that passed. 

The other night we were eating dinner and I heard a crash upstairs.  Mike and I looked at each other, perplexed.  He doesn't seem to mind much, but I ran up to find out what happened.  When I came back down, he said "What was it?"

I said "I don't want to talk about it".

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Catching Up With Evan - 10 Months

Here is is.... The big month.  Evan starting walking the day after he was ten months old.  I had some of my family over to celebrate my 29th birthday which was actually on the same day that he turned 10 months.  My mom and I were in my kitchen and Evan took his first steps, right to his mama!!  It was awesome to have my family there to share it with me.  I was so proud of my little boy! 

This video was taken two weeks later, he was becoming a quick pro.  He much preferred the sideways movement for quite a while.  As most of you know, he is now 15 months old, so this was a while ago.  I think next week I will get up to speed so I can stop going back in time.  Not that I will ever stop looking at these pictures and videos of my big boy when he was wee.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

I'm a Mule

For Evans first birthday he got lots of toys.  Our living room kind of looks like Toys R Us threw up in it.  I like it though; Evan has lots to do, and I keep on adding on to it also.  First of all I know he needs to be stimulated and secondly I love shopping. 

Yesterday I was working on a project in the dining room, Mike was sitting on the couch and Evan was playing with his Fisher-Price Laugh & Learn Fun with Friends Musical Table that he got for his birthday.  There is an option on the table that teaches Spanish, which it happened to be set on.  

Evan was pushing the button over, and over, and over again.  Like usual.  The table would say a word in English followed by that words counterpart in Spanish.  Mike says to me, what button says "I'm a Mule?"

It was the button Evan kept pressing at the moment which was the one on that little keyboard, the second one in, You know, the yellow one.  For the record, Yellow, in Spanish, is Amarillo (ah-ma-ree-yo)

Good for a laugh on my Monday afternoon. 

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Full of Doubt and Fixing It

Since deciding to leave my job and stay home with my son, my head has been spinning, not only do I have a hard time comprehending that it's a reality, but I also struggle with thoughts that I may not be able to hack it as a stay at home mom.  

My reasoning is this, anytime I have ever started at a new job, there is someone there to hold your hand and guide you through the ins and outs of your responsibilities.  It's my understanding that this is not the case in child raising.  Yes, I have been raising him all along, but I felt assured that when he was at daycare he was being taught by trained professionals.  I could love him, and play with him, and teach him as much as I know, but do I have what it takes to be the only one?

I believe that I am a relatively smart person.  I am the youngest in my family and never had much experience with children before my brothers starting making them, and then I followed suit.  Before meeting children that I loved I really didn't want much to do with them.  After all, they are sticky and noisy and it's really hard to understand them, whether they can speak, or not.  

My first nephew was born when I was 13.  I was super excited at the thought of being an aunt, but I saw my nephew very rarely and didn't gain much experience.  When I was an adult, and another of my brothers (there's 3) announced his wife's pregnancy I was overcome with emotion.  I cried, a lot.  Unfamiliar territory for me, but I think I actually got it then.  I understood how miraculous this event was and how, now that we were all adults, things were going to change, a lot.  I was ready and excited for this change.  From that point on, my family has expanded rapidly and I adore how large and warm it is.  

Back to the issue at hand.  Love comes easy for me.  Knowing what the heck I am doing is something different.  So how will I overcome this?  Study.  I do it all the time for everything else, and I plan to approach stay at home mom-ing no differently.  If I am questioning something there is sure to be someone who has an answer.  I don't want a hand holder at this point, to guide me through the ropes of parenting my child, but a little guidance is sure to be helpful.  I've learned from my own mistakes in life, I'm basically unrecognizable to my 22 year old self, and I wouldn't change a thing.  I plan to learn from my own mistakes in this venture too, and hopefully avoid a few by learning from others.  

I think I'm ready for the challenge.  It is love that has brought me here... That, and destiny I suppose. 


Thursday, March 22, 2012

Thankful Thursday

Just like anyone in New England these last few days, I am so thrilled that we have had a taste of beautiful weather.  It does wonders for attitudes in general.  It's March in New England and you would swear it was July instead.  

The threat of nice weather always scares me into submission in regards to working out and eating more healthy, and I'm happy about that, and thankful for the little boost in motivation.  

I am thankful that all my new fabrics that I ordered came in before the weekend so I have lots to keep me busy, since Mike will be taking a fishing trip to NY.  

And, of course, I am thankful that in one week from tomorrow I get to be home with my baby boy every day, and we are going to have a wonderful time! 

What are you thankful for this week?


Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Evan is 15 Months Old!

Today my Evan is 15 months old!  My little mini muffin.

 He is nearly running, he really tries to go fast and it looks pretty funny with his tiny little legs. 

He is fearless, he will climb on anything he can find, and he will fall off of it and go right back for more.  He is still in daycare until the end of this month and sometimes when I pick him up, his class is out on the playground.  He could care less when I arrive because it seems he loves to be outside. 

Note the noggin bruises from diving off the play structure at daycare, Oh and a mouthful of Goldfish.

He says "mama" all the time.  He also says "more" anytime he wants anything at all.  He says Whasat? for what's that as he points.  He also says a few things I haven't deciphered yet.  He seems to have great motor skills, and he can figure out how to do things that surprise me.

When he gets tired he tends to do the things that are most undesirable over and over again.  For instance, at the in-laws the other day when he reached his limit, he went back and forth between trying to open one of the kitchen cabinets and shaking the wine rack. 

His hair is growing back much darker than it's been.  As you may know, I botched his last haircut, but it's growing quickly so I'm pleased with that.

He still loves to eat fruit much more than anything else, except Nutri-Grain breakfast bars, which seem to be his favorite food.  Proteins are a tough one for us but I keep trying.  Ketchup and Ranch dressing do nothing to help.  He uses his little fork all by himself, even if he does spit most of what gets into his mouth out. 

He is delighted and frightened by dogs.

He is affectionate and cuddly, and not just when he's tired. 

It's not even 6:30 but he was so tired, that he's already in bed, and I miss him.  I can't wait to be with him all the time!

On a related note, Three years ago today my husband I met for our first date in about eight years.  We dated for a while when we were younger but took years apart.  March 21, 2009, it really all began.  I love him,and our life together more and more every day.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Power Door Locks

Life was pretty chaotic when I found out I was pregnant with Evan.  We needed to move because we were in a one bedroom place.  We moved when I was about 5 months along in July, sweaty as it was I helped as much as I could.  We got lots of new cars, by that I mean they were changing so much I can't even remember the way it all went down.  With my husband starting a new job and getting a company car, and with trading in leases and whatnot it gets a little fuzzy.

What I do remember is that at some point in time we got a Honda Civic.  I insisted of course on a four door because of the child that would soon be with us.  I also fought hard for power door locks.  Seems like a given at this day in age but apparently not.  I lost the battle, price won out and my husband came home with a car that did not have power locks.  I imagined going to a store with the baby and having hands completely full trying to finagle my way into the car.  Of course you had to reach your arm around inside the car to unlock the door.  I ended up driving this car for quite some time until we got our CR-V.  (Yes, we are a Honda family)

A couple of weeks ago my husband mentioned that one of the salesmen at his work was talking to him about trading in the Civic and getting a different car.  I thought you couldn't do that with a leased vehicle, but apparently you can.  My husband thought differently about it on that occasion;  he noted we need to be spending less money with me staying at home soon, as opposed to more.  He did admit, however, that the lack of power door locks was pretty irritating.  He gave a little grin, and I shot back the "I told you so" smile. 

Anyway...Today, he gave in.  Now we have a 2012 Honda Civic with power doorlocks sitting in our driveway.  

I asked him if he said to himself "Meg told me so".  

He said, "No, I was thinking it was supposed to be your car anyway".  

If you didn't know, he has a comeback for EVERYTHING.

Congrats on your new car honey!


Sunday, March 18, 2012

Getting Back In Shape

If you are anything like me, than you know what it's like to battle with your weight.  I have struggled with weight issues my entire life.  When I was 15, I experienced my first time feeling like I was the same size as all my friends, it was awesome.  Back then I would go to the mall and get to go into all the cool stores, like 5-7-9 and Rave.. if you know those stores I hope you are chuckling with me, I wish I could peek in there now.   I must have looked ridiculous.  But, I was fitting into a juniors size 7 or 9 and based on where I had come from, that was spectacular.  

The first time I went to a gym as an adult, I hated it.  It took me until I was 23 to get really into fitness.  For most of my adult life I have been a little above average in the weight/size department, but I felt awesome when I was working out regularly.  I had a flexible schedule, as a bartender at the time so I would work out for about 2 hours every day.  Then came a day that I didn't go to the gym, and then two days, which turned into weeks, and months.  I would finally get myself back to the gym and get into a good cycle, until I would stop again.  This has happened for the last six years approximately.  

I tried going to the gym when I was pregnant, and I had some complications that kept me away from it, and then once I was cleared to go, I was so tired I couldn't make myself go, or at least that was my excuse.  I started going again after I was cleared by my doctor after the birth of my son.  My husbands schedule soon changed and he wasn't able to pick my son up from daycare.  On top of that I felt like I was taking extra time away from my son and I was miserable going, so I stopped.  


Last Monday, moments after I gave my notice at my job, I called my gym.  It has been my fantasy for a long time to be a stay at home mom and go to the gym every day.  I feel that it is very important to set healthy examples for my son, and I haven't been.  Yes we eat lots of great food every day, and he gets to be physical very often, but I don't, and I may sneak a cookie or four after he goes to bed also.  I realize that I will be chasing him around 24-7 and his energy level is astounding, I refuse to be a mother that can't keep up.  He will never ask me why I'm fat.  Period. 

So, I called the gym to ask the cost of adding their daycare option to my member ship.  They said it would be free since I have been a member for so long.  Yep, I have been paying them all this time I haven't been going.  Truth be told, I've had two different gym memberships because I decided I needed to join the other gym down the street one day when my gym wasn't open.  The cost even for both is minimal, but that's not really the point.  I went down to the other gym this week and officially cancelled my membership.  Yesterday, I headed to my gym and worked out for the first time in about a year.  

It was like I never skipped a beat.  I have missed it so much.  My body has missed it so much.  I was able to get in 45 minutes of cardio, and then once I started in on some weight training Evan came to the glass doors of the daycare room; I was silly enough to make sure he saw me and I waved to him, which brought him to hysterics when I walked away.  Woops.  Lesson learned.      He did well in there though and hopefully he enjoys some time socializing with the other kids while I'm out on the floor, in my mind it is mutually beneficial.  

I am so glad to be back there and for the amazing opportunity to have the time for focus on my family's health more than ever.  

Are you struggling to get back into shape, or for the motivation to get started?  

Do you have any tips for families to stay active together? 

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Thankful Thursday

Thankful isn't the right word to describe what I'm feeling this week, it's not enough.  Do you know that feeling you have right before you are about to leave for an awesome vacation, or see an awesome concert, or whatever it is you really love to do?  That anticipation that makes everything else around you a little blurry.  The world is easier because you have something amazing to look forward to.  In whatever amount of time it is til that wonderful event finally comes you are weightless and nothing can get you down.  That's how I feel, except multiply it by, like a thousand.

Like I said, everything is a little blurry, except the fact that I am now counting the days until I enter a new life.  With all new beginnings there comes endings.  I thought about that a lot today.  I will experience the end of my career path with the company I am leaving, and it's quite likely I will see the end of some friendships I have developed over the last two years.  There was a lot that I was willing to give up to make this change though, so in the grand scheme of things, that's not so bad. 

I am thankful for perspective.  I know what it's like to be a working mom.  I can appreciate what the other women in my life go through that will continue to be working moms.  I also know, from experience, that it's not right for me, not in the sense that I've been doing it anyway.  I hope that weeks, months, and years down the road I will remember this feeling I have now.  

What are you thankful for this week?

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Catching Up With Evan - 9 Months

For those of you that are new readers, I only started writing here last October, and at that point, Evan was already 10 months old.  Once I started seeing all of the awesome things that people do to remember milestones and the progress of their children, I was so sad that I hadn't done much of anything.  So I'm catching myself up and we're almost current.  I'm going to speed things up a bit soon I think, but not just yet.

Since I wont be working anymore after the end of this month, I will have much more Evan material to share, and he's pretty awesome, so you'll love it. 

At the end of Summer last year Evan was 9 months old.  The most significant thing we did was to attend the Deerfield Fair.  In New Hampshire, fairs are all over the place in the late summer and early fall.  Mike and I both took the day off, and so did some friends who attended with us.  It was pouring out pretty much the entire time we were there which wasn't so great.  Evan did get to meet some cool furry friends though and I can't wait to take him back this year.  (I am crossing my fingers that I might be selling items from my shop at the fair this year too!)  

And here are a few more little cuties of my little guy.  Eating some hummus, sitting in his toy bucket, and trying to escape from the gate. 

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Becoming A Stay At Home Mom

Did you read the title of this post and think...Wow, I wish Meg would stop talking about becoming a Stay At Home Mom already, I've had enough of it???

I was thinking the same thing.  Until yesterday, when....


I guess we're finally ready to take the plunge.  At least I hope we're ready.  My husband and I had yet another conversation about the topic this weekend.  I left the conversation thinking I just had to work harder at my business, and wait it out.  I guess he came out of the conversation with a different idea.  Monday morning he asked "So are you quitting today?"  I said, "Wait, what?"  

Long story short (that's what bloggers are supposed to do right?), the day job is over!  At the end of the day on March 30, I will walk out the door for good.  As of 4:00 pm that day, I can officially call myself a Stay at Home Mom.  The title I never knew I always wanted. 

Things are going to change around here for sure.  I hope you're all up for it!  

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Is It Real Life?

When I was a little girl I had the hardest time imagining myself as an adult.  Quite honestly it scared me sometimes because I thought maybe that meant I wouldn't make it that far.  I though it must be abnormal to not envision myself working a job, and having a wedding, and a family, but I couldn't see myself in those situations at all.

Maybe I could have looked at my inability to foresee the future as a good thing.  I lived in the moment, not that it's all that important, or difficult to do for a child I suppose.  It also made it very difficult to form solid dreams.  If you asked me when I was little, what I wanted to be when I was grown up, I would have probably told you a million different things.  Maybe all kids do that.

Now, at 29 years old, I still have trouble seeing it.  I'm there but I don't believe it.  I am an adult, people call me ma'am.  I have a child, I manage a home, and I pay bills.  I go to work.  I've done many of those things for a really long time too, and I still don't believe it.

Often times I walk into my sons daycare and see the other mothers and think "What am I doing here with all these adults?"  Perhaps some of them have a few years on me, but not that many.  I have a really hard time grasping age, not that it matters.  Talking to some of the other mothers is strange to me sometimes, I wonder if they think they are talking to someone far less responsible than themselves.

Don't get me wrong I think I do a pretty good job managing all that I do.  On a regular basis I wonder who it will be that comes along and tells me that it was all fake.  Who made the decision that I was allowed to have a husband and a baby and all these other things?  And who is going to take it all away?  I know the truth is that nobody will do that, and that it's probably a really weird way to think.  Maybe at some point it will all set in and I can believe that it's real.  For now, maybe it's helpful that I wonder if it's all temporary, maybe that's why I appreciate it so much.


Thursday, March 8, 2012

Thankful Thursday

I can't believe it's Thursday already!  I'm glad that it is though, and not only because it means we are that much closer to the weekend.  It's one of my favorite times of the week when I take the time to focus on what I am thankful for.  It's very easy for me to spiral into negative territory and this is my opportunity to regroup.


Here we go:

I am thankful that, despite my husband and I getting the stomach flu that's going around, Evan did not.

I am thankful that I had an extra day with my son, even if I was actually really sick.

I am thankful that the weather these past two days has permitted open windows in my office.

I am thankful that I am addicted to Diet Gingerale and Chapstick, and nothing else. 

What are you thankful for this week?

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Confessions of A Working Mom

I was thinking recently about what an incredible thing I have here in this little blog.  An opportunity to pour my heart out and share things with anyone who cares to listen.  To connect with someone who might feel the same things and not have anyone who they feel like they can relate to.  I haven't taken the opportunity to do this as much as I could, but honestly it's pretty scary.  Putting your truth out there for anyone to see is petrifying.  But, I would really like to start using my place here more for what it's really worth.  Spreading honesty and relate-ability.  I have very limited opportunity to be around people that  I feel truly feel the same way I do in many aspects but I believe that they are out there.  Somewhere. 

The most haunting thing that occurs in my life lately happens Monday through Friday, every morning.  Just about everyone who has ever spoken to me since I gave birth to my son is well aware that I want nothing more than to be staying home with my son every day.  Those are not currently the cards I hold in my hand.  Every weekday morning I wake, rush through the morning, drive my son to day care and head to my office.  Most days wishing I would get laid off, even fired, I hardly care anymore.  I'm too ethical of a person to sabotage myself though so I doubt it will ever happen.  I have a good job, with benefits, that barely pays me enough to make a difference, but it does make that small difference. 

It's a lot to ask of my husband to support us all on his own, and I know I stress him out when I do ask him, all the time.   I asked him again today after I got notice that we had to re-register our son at day care.  We get to pay a $60 fee just to keep bringing him there and paying them money.  What was worse was when I picked Evan up today he had a little injury report, which has happened a few more times than I would like.  He had a huge scratch on his cheek and had had a bloody nose.  Guess who wasn't there to comfort him?  His mommy wasn't.  

Where was I? I was in my office, not thinking of him.  The tears come now.  I don't think of him hardly ever during the day when I am at work.  When I do, I cry, or at least want to cry.  I am a ridiculous sappy mom that is just not cut out for this.  I miss him every second and though that's hard to imagine based on my previous statement, it's the truth.  It would kill me to think of him.  To think that I have no idea what he's doing, what he's eating for lunch, if he's crying.  My heart breaks a little more each day.  When 4:30 comes and it's time to go home, I rush out the door the very second I am able and get to him as quickly as humanly possible, sometimes not quickly enough for me.  

I wish I was a mother who enjoyed working a full time job.  Don't get me wrong, I have no intentions on giving up being a successful woman.  I just see things differently now.  For me, It can wait.  I blinked and Evan was 14 months old.  Next he will be off to First Grade.  I don't want to miss any more of this time with him, and I am stuck here in this place anyway.  So, I will continue to try to scratch and claw my way out of here somehow, so I can be where I want to be, where I know I am supposed to be. With my son.  

This is why I first came here.  To get these things out of me.  And there you have it.  There's plenty more where that came from. 

Catching Up With Evan - 8 Months

Evan turned 8 months old in August of 2011.  Summer in New England is just beautiful.  We enjoyed walks around the neighborhood, and some time in the in-laws pool.  I'm excited to see how much Evan enjoys the pool this coming summer, because last year he could have stayed in the water all day and been happy.  By eight months he was crawling like a pro and really getting around.

The newest family member was also born in August.  Evan gained a new cousin, Soleil. A beautiful new baby girl who is still currently the youngest in the family.  

I loved having time with Evan in the summer.  I called out of work once that I can remember and took him to the beach.  He crawled in the sand and ate some too.  He looked adorable, and of course I took pictures of him that I can't find.  But until I do, the memory is burned into my brain of that adorable face in his waterproof fisherman's hat and a sandy smile.  

Evan at 8 Months.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Make My Morning - Blog Hop

In the grand scheme of things I am an amateur blogger.  I started writing here in October with little clue of what I was doing.  I still have limited knowledge of what I am doing, but I am learning every single day, and I am tossing myself at the world full throttle, whole heartedly.

I received a message yesterday on Facebook (because my email address apparently wasn't on my blog, DUH) from Jeanette at The Adventures of J-Man and MillerBug informing me that I was to be the featured blog on this mornings blog hop.

For all of my non-blogger readers, a blog hop is way to meet other bloggers and connect with new readers.  For all of my blogger friends, you can imagine how excited I was to hear this news.  Truth be told, there may have been a tear or two.  Tears were somewhat of a surprise, perhaps an over-reaction but I'm entirely sure why, since validation and recognition are what hard work is all about, right?  It's been a bit of a stressful stretch for me the last few weeks and it's just really nice to have unexpected and wonderful things happen.

If you are visiting for the first time, Welcome! And if you have been with me all along, Thank you!

So if you are a blogger, or not, check out these other awesome blogs!

Welcome back to the fourth week of Make My Morning Blog Hop Hosted by Jeannette of The Adventures of J-Man and MillerBug, Lisa of Mompreneur Mogul and Jen of Life With Levi! We'd like to cordially invite you to...

Sit Back, Grab a Latte (or your preferred beverage of choice) and Watch Your Blog Grow!

Here is the question: What Makes Your Morning? For these mamas, it's waking up to find that you have new fans, followers and readers! And since we KNOW that each and everyone of you have something fantastic to share, we'd like to give you the chance to do it! With the Make My Morning Blog Hop! Here's how it's going to work:
- Link up to the category of your choice. You can link up in one or all! There are categories for your blog, facebook, twitter and Google+!
- You MUST follow the three hosts in the categorie(s) you link up in. Let us know you're following and we'd love to follow you back!
- Visit at least two other blogs/pages in that category - be sure to let them know that you're there to Make Their Morning!
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- Each week a featured blog will be randomly drawn from the prior week's participants! The featured blog will get the number 4 spot in all linkys and a small write-up in the weekly hop! This will start next week!
Make My Morning will run from Monday till Wednesday - because we all know those first few days of the week are the ones that we need a little pick me up on!
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Saturday, March 3, 2012

A Little Bit of ISH

Have you have ever found yourself wondering why in the world someone like myself would name my blog Domesticated-ish?  Perhaps you think there is no room for "ish" when it comes to this domestic goddess.  If you've ever pondered what the "ish" is all about, allow me to fill you in.  

Aside from burning at least one thing every single time I have people over for dinner (sometimes myself), not knowing how to keep plants alive, and not washing my floors nearly enough, I've added a new tally on my list of things I screwed up.  

It's a little hard to have proper perspective on what I have done to my poor child's head, but it's not good.  I grabbed the clippers on Friday night.  Thought, for far too short an amount of time, about the guard on the blade, and proceeded to take a quick swipe right down the middle in the front of his head.  For those of you that have ever used clippers before it was on setting 1.  That's as close to the blades as you can get with the guard on.  

After creating a virtual striped bald spot on the front of my kids head, there was no turning back and I had to go all the way.  I have to chalk that one up as lesson learned I guess.  It's only hair, and luckily his grows quickly.

Don't worry, he doesn't care at all....

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Thankful Thursday - Snow Day

I'm so very thankful to have had a snow day today.  An extra day to spend time with my little boy. I needed it.   His daycare actually only had a delayed opening but that didn't make much sense to me as it was still snowing so hard when I was getting ready for work.  I decided not to risk it and called us both out.  We snuggled, and played and colored, and ate meals together, just like I wish we could every day.  

We didn't make it very far in the snow.  He just kept on falling down, and it didn't seem pleasant.  But he seemed to be enjoying it for the most part.  The pair of boots that I had at home wouldn't fit on his feet, and the other pair is at day care so he was wearing sneakers, and his mittens were covered in snow immediately.  So, we only had a few minutes in the winter wonderland, but it was neat anyway.  Now we just need to go sledding! 

What are you thankful for today?


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