Heartbreaker

Tonight I went to for an outdoor skate, some me time while Andy is working out of town. I arranged for the sitter a couple of days ago and she agreed to watch Hudson.

Just as I was on my way to pick her up, she sends a text (she's 14) asking if it would be alright if Hudson came over to her house rather than her watching him here at home. Then she sent another saying never mind, and not to worry about it. So, I called her en route to pick her up and get the scoop. She then hums and haws about how her family has company in town and she'd really like to have Hudson over the show him off. No joke! I was very hesitant about it, seeings how I have a hard time leaving him with just anyone. I asked if her Mom was available, and got her to put her on the phone. (Her Mom runs Hudson's day care.) I told her that I was not comfortable with him coming over unless I knew that she would be there the entire time I was gone. She agreed.

BIG step for me.

So I left for a couple of hours only to return before it got too late and missed the opportunity of a 'normal' bedtime schedule. I knock on the door and Hudson is in the Mom's arms laughing his little heart out. Clearly he's having the time of his life and I need not to worry.

I grab his backpack, and hold out my arms to him and said let's go...

He looks at me, shakes his head no and cuddles into Fabiola even more. He quickly turns around and says, 'BYYYYYYE MOMMY' and gives me the biggest wave.

My heart shattered into a million pieces and I could feel a lump in my throat. My eyes welled up.
I tried again, only to get the same reaction. It's great that he is happy with her and that part does not worry me. I was only hurt at the idea that he chose someone else over his Momma. WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

She then invited me in and introduced me to the Spanish dinner party. She fed me some of the authentic Spanish food. It was amazing.... and tonight I would like to call it comfort food. I watched Hudson run around the house and act like he owned it. He loves it there.

After the goodbye hugs from Hudson, she walked us out the door to help with the transition of going home with ME. I then called his Dad to let him know what had just happened. He laughed-- (thanks for the support.)

So, to help heal my heavy heart I did a post. There's going to be many moments when Hudson does not want his Mom around, I just never expected it so soon.

Best Banana Bread

This is the best recipe EVER. I don't think I have ever posted a recipe, but it is so simple & good that I had to share it with you.

1 1/3 c flour
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp salt
1 cup + 2 tsp sugar
2 eggs
1/2 cup oil
3-4 bananas (depending on how large)
2 tbsp sour cream
1 tsp vanilla

Preheat oven to 350*F

Mash banana, add all ingredients, and stir/fold together until 'just' mixed.

Bake for 45 mins - 1 hour in one loaf pan.

Time Flies

Seriously, I cannot believe how fast time goes, and just how quickly my little man is growing. Here's some pics at the park, one year apart.

*tear*

I realize that he is still little (24 lbs, and 31 inches short), but he looks like such a little boy and not a baby.

Yesterday:


Last summer:

Wicked

I work at the. best. place. ever.


It's so very wonderful to be appreciated... and they let me know it. Today as a sales incentive they gave me a personal gift as a way to say thanks and keep up the good work.

Here it is:

Reidell WICKED. And they are wicked!

Guilt

I took a moment today and scrolled through a few of my old posts. Looking through I have come to realize how busy my life has become, and how I miss the simple things.

I cannot believe just how fast time has flown by and how big and independent my little man is. Honestly, as cliched as it sounds... it all goes too fast! My old posts were all about the exciting adventures of being a new Mom and there were so many pictures! These days my posts (if I actually take the time do one) mainly consist of a bitchfest and/or man-bashing.


I miss the days of taking my little man to the play groups and afternoon trips to the park. I remember the days of not getting my shit together and showering until late morning. Our new routine of 6 am wake ups suck & our weekends are so jam-packed trying to compensate for the days of working full time... and lets not forget that I have derby practice 3 nights per week and squeeze in nail clients every other day that I am not practicing.

I know that he is a fabulous day care, but I am so consumed by guilt that I am not spending enough quality time with him. I do try to fit in most nail appointments and housework after 8pm while he is in bed, and try to justify that I need 'me' time so derby a couple of nights a week is okay.

The lady at the Health Care Unit complimented me the other day about how intellegent Hudson is and later, as my head started to grow I wondered if it's my credit to take-- or is the day care??

Is it normal to feel this guilty?

Great Weekend

Even though I only had one day off, I would still consider it a weekend... and a fantastic one it was.

We did things as a family. No arguing, no bitching, no nothing. It was so nice. We reconnected as a couple and as a family, rather than simply meeting at our common ground -- Hudson.

Saturday night was just spent hanging out. Andy and I rented a movie (Brooklyn's Finest) and just cuddled up and watched it in bed. Normally I fall asleep, but this time I made it through.

Sunday morning we had a sleep in until 8:30, and I got up and made breakfast. Normally I would not get excited about that either... but Hudson finally ate something out of the norm and ate homemade waffles with us. Big step! We went to the circus in the afternoon, and what a nice change of pace for something to do together. Hudson had eyes like saucers and was in awe of the elephants that do tricks like a dog (what a sad life they have).

We went for a nice walk to the park.

That night we got a sitter and when to the movie and saw Grown Ups. It was okay... Andy likes Adam Sandler so he loved it. I suppose it's a fair trade for making him go see Eclipse with me two weeks ago.

Nothing spectacular to report, but it was nice and chill. Cheers to more of these.

Visual

As you know, I do a post each and every time the OL's come to town. Primarily just to blow off some steam because they drive me effing insane (slight understatement). I shutter at the very thought of them coming for a visit and they are here again. *sigh* ... they were just here two short months ago.

I am not going to go into any sort of a detailed bitch list, but however I will leave you with this to get the idea:

Go to your quiet place.

Close your eyes.

Take a deep breath.

Now imagine the MIL sitting across the table from you eating corn on the cob (veg choice that was picked by my husband for dinner). She only wears her top teeth.

Nuff said.