meet my MOH*, Dobby

This is how a phone conversation with my MOH (who is also my first-cousin and BFF) went last night:

-RING-
ME: "Hello?"
MOH: "What are you doing?"
ME: "Reading a book...Why?"
MOH: "Do you have any plans for Saturday?"
ME: "Not that I know of..."
MOH: "Well, don't make any plans for Saturday."
ME: "Saturday day or Saturday night?"
MOH: "Don't make any plans for Saturday after 5:00"
ME: "Okay..."
MOH: "And you might want to find a babysitter because you might not be coming home."
ME: "Okay..."
MOH: "And tell LeAnna she can come, too, if she wants."
ME: "Come to what?"
MOH: "What do you think?"
ME: "Okay, got it."
MOH: "I'm sorry if it's not everything you're expecting, but I have to G-rate it since you're not 21."
ME: "I'm sure it'll be fine."
MOH: "Okay. See you Saturday."
-CLICK-

That Dobby...she's one smooth operator.











(I give Dobby this same look - Sidney has had her pegged from the beginning!)

Knowing this girl, I can only imagine what she's got in store for all of us :)

*Just in case you don't already know, MOH = maid of honor.

this is what my kid has done to me

When I have to go to the bathroom, I usually say "I gotta go potty" because I'm cool like that.

I know every word to every song to every opening segment for the Backyardigans, the Wonder Pets, Dora the Explorer, Diego, Yo Gabba Gabba, Wow Wow Wubzy, Max & Ruby and Pinky Dinky Doo. And yes, I sing them - everytime...sometimes twice in a row. Because I'm cool like that.

I say things like "dotdog" and "gink" and "Nidney" when I talk to Sidney, even though I know every parenting book tells you not to encourage baby talk, but I do it because I think the way she says it is adorable. I do it to encourage the baby talk because I know one day soon it'll be long gone...because I'm cool like that. (By the way those words are hotdog, drink, and Sidney FYI)

I have the same conversations every day: How old are you? What color are the trees? What sound does a duck make? What is your name? What's my name? What's our dog's name? Who is Dora's friend? Does a cow say "baaaa"? What does a cow say, then? And I never grow tired of them - because I'm cool like that.

I adore morning snuggle sessions, because I finally have someone to snuggle with who doesn't immediately comment on the state of my dragon breath. I am uninspired to jump up and brush my teeth anymore, because I am cool like that.

I spend more time picking up toys than I do picking out my clothes or what to cook for dinner. I spend more time sorting books and shirts and socks and baby dolls because I know at some point she's going to want one specific thing like her baby doll with the paci attached or the Dora shirt - not the pink one with Boots on it, but the white one with Boots on it. And I do all of this for her neurotic needs, because I am cool like that.

I call my fiance, my lover, my boy "daddy" sometimes in a totally 100% non-sexual way. In the beginning it was weird, but now it's just second nature. Usually the only way he can tell it's me yelling for him is because I can actually pronounce the two D's together in "daddy" and Sidney can't (she calls him something that sounds like da-eee), because I'm cool like that.

I could live out of my car - my mother would tell you I could have done that years before I ever even had Sidney, but now it's only worse. I should say "we" could live out my car. There's diapers, clothes, shoes, toys, books, balls, hairbrushes, papers, pens, money, boxes, bags, and more galore stuffed in my little HHR. And I never clean it out in case I need one of those random things, because I'm cool like that.

I think about life and death completely different now that I'm a Momma - my life is fuller and more meaningful. It makes me really selfish of myself. I don't want to die - ever. I think I'll just keep living on forever so I never have to die; that way I never have to be away from my baby girl. I wouldn't say that I ever wanted to die before, but I really really REALLY don't want to now. But even so, I live my life so that when my time is up, my daughter knows exactly how much I have loved her from the beginning...because I'm cool like that.

I am happy. I find happiness in everything now. I owe that all to my daughter. She's made me the crazy, happy, silly, wild, proud, smiling person I am. She is it, folks. Look what she has done to me - she's made me "ME"...because she's so cool like that.

mobile uploads 2

See, I used to have this totally wicked phone. You may have heard of it - the Blackberry Storm? Yeah, I still have it. Just can't use it. Why, you ask? Can't afford it. So I have an older phone now. A nameless phone that still goes by letters and numbers like VX9700 or something random like that. It's camera S-U-C-K-S. But it's what I've got right now, so you'll have to deal with it just like me. But anywho - here's some recent pictures I've taken with said crappy camera-phone.



the girl and I on our way to breakfast one morning









biscuits & gravy are enough to make anyone smile



and here's Titus - the day I brought him home



this is SidMo eating pizza the day after her 2nd birthday! (can you see the scrape on her left cheek? she fell down the steps at our house and got three big scrapes like that similar to road rash on her cheek, chest and arm - OUCH!)



this is what time the rains set in this morning at work...






ugggggggh...



and here's one of me for the road!

waiting for the feeling to come

I don't think it's set in yet - the knowledge that in less than two weeks I will be married. I am getting married. I'll say it again, slower. I. AM. GETTING. MARRIED.

Nope, nothing. I don't mean that I'm not excited (nice double-negative, eh?). I simply mean, it just doesn't seem real yet. The feeling, the idea, the spark, the whatever hasn't hit me. I just can't wrap my head around the fact that I'll be married. It seems like such a grown-up thing to be. Well, DUH. Does that make me sound immature beyond reason? Maybe.

I am ready to get married and to be married. Justin and I have been waiting for this for a long time. It's the next natural step in our relationship, even at our young age. This is how it goes. Love, marriage, baby-carriage. Well, we kind of got that out of order, but we still want those three things. We have love - we have our baby. Now it's time to make this thing official and be the married couple we were meant to be. He is my soulmate, my high-school sweetheart, my better half, my father's child, and my world.

Come next weekend, I'll get to call him my "husband". Nope, it still hasn't sunk in yet. But it will - sooner or later, I know it will.

sweating like a 7th grade student all over again

I'm posting a lot lately, even though most of what I say is reptitive. I'm just in a blogging mood of late. I don't have much to say - but I feel like I should be saying something.

It's like that kid in the corner at a junior-high dance. I want so badly for someone to come and ask me to dance, but I'd never have the guts to reverse the role and ask someone myself.

"Hey...hey you over there. Want to, um, dance? No? That's totally okay. I was just checking anyways. You're sure? Okay. Yeah. Me, too. Okay. I'll go stand back over here now...um, bye."

I'm just standing here in the corner waiting to dance. But trust me, when I dance, I'll definitely give you all the juicy, sweaty, sweet details. Pinky-promise!!!