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I'm a twenty-nine year old Army wife currently living near a large Army post. I have an unhealthy obsession with Dr. Pepper, the Internet, cloth diapers, and ridiculous TV shows. I'm a stay at home mom to two beautiful daughters, AJ and Amelia. We also have a 6 year old beagle named Abby who is as dumb as a box of rocks.
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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Thug Life...

Woo. Things have been really boring around here lately. I'm not even kidding.


I did no less than 5 loads of laundry.

I find myself tweeting about awesomely interesting things like AJ eating fish sticks ketchup for lunch. In my defense, she was really excited about it and I'm pretty sure I became her favorite person ever for a few minutes.

See, I used to be her fave person 100% of the time, but now we're smack dab in the middle of an awesome new phase. It includes AJ only wanting me to hold her and carry her around when I'm trying to do something that requires hands and or bending over, like unloading or loading the dishwasher, frying bacon, laundry, vacuuming, cleaning the oven, making meals, well, you get the picture.

The problem occurs when I try to put her down.

She screams. She cries hysterically. She bites herself and anything nearby. She pulls her own hair. She bangs her head on the floor. Have I mentioned she cries hysterically? To the point where I snap and go all crazy mom.

Its not bringing out good qualities in either of us. If you're a praying person, please, pray that we get through the next 2 years unscathed.

Oh, and if I'm not trying to keep the house liveable? Perhaps I'm sitting on the floor, ready to play? She wants nothing to do with me. I don't exist.

Gotta love kids.

Obviously, you can understand why feeding my daughter ketchup for lunch makes me the best mom ever, since she spends the majority of the rest of the day freaking the f*ck out when I walk the 10 feet from the family room to the kitchen.

Also, the other day we were playing in the street (don't judge) with the neighbors and she tripped and fell. Since she was mad at me from earlier, she decided that she'd rather have my neighbor, Allison, console her. Literally, she looked at me and then snuggled in with her new mama! Ha!

Lessons you can take away from this post: consider yourself blessed that you aren't me right now, at least when the baby toddler is screaming and you find yourself reaching for a second glass of wine at 10am iced coffee.

In parting, I leave you with a fabulous picture of my gangsta baby, Notorious AJG...

...Complete with carrot cigarillo.

Watch your backs. ;)


  1. That doesn't sound like any fun at all!!! i hope this little phase passes very very quickly. :)

    I bet miss AJ gets some ketchup for lunch more often these days. :)

  2. Love your pictures, and the blog! I am your newest follower (and fellow milwife) :) Good to "meet" you!


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