Little boy haircut

So we gave the boy his first haircut with mom silently protesting. He is sooooo cute with long hair. Plus his baby mullet is the last wisps of his newborn hair. Sniff. I wanted to keep that as long as possible.



Hehe, the above is my favorite. Help?



The new wave.


Where my mom got a little clipper happy.



I thought after having his haircut he wouldn't be mistaken for a girl so much. But he has subtle feminine features. Now he just looks like a little girl with a short haircut. He's still cute, though.

Yea! Bread is ok!

We had our appointment with the allergist (who was HOT, btw. Kinda emo hot) and Bubs is definitely allergic to dairy, eggs, and peanuts, in ranking order. Soy and wheat might be false positives and since he's had that before with no problems we were given the ok. We got an Epi-pen which gives me the chills when I think about ever having to use it. Hopefully I'll never have to.

Work is gearing up for CHAOS. Procrastinators do NOT have my sympathy is the bottom line. If you are in college, don't wait until the last working day before classes start to sign up, or APPLY to the school you want to attend? Really?

Ugh. By Wednesday things will be better and hopefully I'll stop having anxiety attacks.

And the results are...!

Dairy
Eggs
Peanuts
Wheat
Soy

My little guy is allergic to all 5.

Eep. We meet with the allergist on Monday and the ped office called in a prescription for an Epi-pen. Just in case.

Thriftin' rock star

Normally, I don't find sweet deals at the thrift store. I have a running list of things I am on the hunt for but I rarely stumble across one in decent enough condition. Except two weeks ago:



The above? $.99. No kidding.

Two things on the list were a blender and a humidifier:

This blender, though an older version, works AWESOME.

Pristine condition.

I also found a sweet desk on Cra1g's L12t. The person selling it? A sociology professor at my school. She refinishes furniture as a hobby:

Don't let that beautiful ray of sunshine fool you. It is -20 degrees outside. And I'm not even kidding.

Also, Bubs' eczema seems to have miraculously run its course?

It has been clear for a few days in a row, which has never happened. I'm not sure if it is the reduction in bath frequencies, the humidifier, pulling ALL dairy or what is making it better. Maybe he is starting to grow out of it, maybe we have lucked out for a few days.

The schools are closed because of the danerous temperatures so my daycare is closed too. We are having a good day at home. Top teeth are starting to peek through! We finally got the front bottom two out, yeesh.

Bear with me

I changed the template for my blog and I have spaced on how to add hyperlinks etc. Hopefully it will have all the same content soon.

And the good news is...

We participated in a program that got us our mortgage for our first house. I thought this was a first-time homebuyer program. I was wrong. We can participate again. This means we may actually be able to get a house this year.
We've started looking at country properties with 5-10 acres. I am giddy with excitement.

Clingy

Bubs has been very clingy this week. I've had to put him in the sling when I get home from work. He hasn't been too interested in being carried now that he can walk (and run, good grief. He's had two bloody lips in the past two days) but, he misses his mama:


Oh and I AM wearing 3 different tops from 3 different days. I seem to be stuck in a color palate rut. And that would be called winter. I also always pull my hair back. Note his hand on my chest, sniff.

Also, I couldn't get a good picture of his allergy attack since he wouldn't sit still, but here is one that caught all the hives on his face:

The angle is weird because he started scratching his chest with one hand and pushing me away with the other. Pretty gruesome, huh?

The pitfalls I can barely articulate.

I'm having an issue that I can barely keep my head about. I will try my damnedest to make some sense here.

I have a good job. I work in a good field. I have been ok with the fact that I will probably always make more than my husband because I have more education and I work in the field that I do.

However, god help me, I'm starting to resent this.

I want to stay home to be with my son. I want to stay home if we have any more children. However, this would mean that we would probably need to go on government assistance in order to survive. We couldn't survive with Trout's current job. A high school kid can barely survive on what my husband makes right now. Also, I pay a STUPIDLY low amount of money for health insurance. Seriously, most people would cry if they knew what a sweet deal I (we) have.

However I still can't shake the pit in my stomach that comes up every morning I have to drop him off.

I realize that many, many other women feel this way. But what do they do? Just keep on keepin' on? Quietly weep in their offices/ stock rooms? Freeze out spouses? Accept this reality? I have no idea. Could an entire working population be so miserable? Good god how does that effect our society?

The reason I need to write this out is because the anger that I feel over this is building, and I don't know what to do about it. What can I do about it? I don't want to be so pissed off all the time but I can feel the knots in my back beginning to tighten just thinking about this.

I'm convinced there is a better way, SOME way for us to (mostly) be together as a family and still earn a living. I'm hoping the master plan will work out in some prospects, but Bubs will probably be in college by the time everything gets worked out. Sigh.

2009? I'm still writing 1998 on my checks...

I like resolution lists. Some people loathe them but I feel these lists can be a good check, a reminder to always work on improving yourself in some way.

So here goes. Let's see how well I do, huh?

1) Lose weight. Now this seems like a cop out so let me further explain the details tied to this statement.
a. Really, I mean start working out again. I was during my lunch hour, I was even running a bit again, but work always seems to pull me in. Or I'm too busy, or I'm too tired. There are many, many days were I do not leave my office. I NEED to say NO, and take some time for myself. I feel so much better when I do.
b. I need to eat more in line with my values. Living with my parents lead me on a digustingly sugary road that is apparent by my still inflated belly. Real food, the fresher the better, grown without hurting the land or other people. We FINALLY got that oven rack (for $85! Even the guy at the appliance store said it was highway robbery), so we can bake more now.
I tend to work better with goals or end dates, so I'm going to find a short run/walk to force myself to do so that I'm "training" for something.
2) Actually BE more crafty.
I scour crafty blogs. I read about quilting, sewing, knitting, domestic goddesstry (?) but I do not excel at any of these things. In fact, I can do basic knitting and that is it. I want to be able to do these things but often lack the patience to learn. Part of this is because I find all of these to be practical and also a fantastic display of artistic expression. That and as Trout constantly tells me, I need a hobby (from the man who has 12940580239 of them).
3) Cut myself some lack being a mom.
I think this will be on this list until I die. I need to let myself be frustrated sometimes and not think I'm the worst mom in the world and that my kid hates me. He does not hate me. This is evident by the fact that he would not fall asleep last night unless he was holding my hand. Too cute.
4) Pay off the credit cards.
We had them all paid off. All of them. Then this whole house not selling right away destroyed that. So now we work on this. Then they go in the freezer so they are never used again. Also, this is tied into living within our means. Hopefully Trout will find some work this spring that pays a bit better (or more that the 9.25 he's making now, sheesh) and it won't seem like such a long road ahead of us.
5) After the credit cards are paid off, rebuild a downpayment fund for a new house.

'Nuff said. I best get crackin'.

Ringing in the new year?

That food poisoning I was talking about? Trout mysteriously had it all day yesterday. So, it looks like it was actually a stomach bug. My rationale behind the food was how quickly it came on. My last experience with the flu was, oh, probably close to 20 years ago.

But now I have a cold or the beginnings of a sinus infection. Hard to say. And Bowie has been G.R.U.M.P.Y the past couple of days. I need to get at least a few good solid hours of sleep so that this doesn't drag out for weeks, ugh.

Hopefully, my next post will a resolutions post that has witty and charming things to say. Or I may just end up sneezing all over the laptop.