Bouncy Czech

It’s smooth, shiny and I am so oddly excited about it. The kid inside of me tells me that it’s so lame to be happy about a new appliance that sucks up dirt but I really am so thrilled.

There’s many more purchases of new shiny grownup things in my near future – since we are moving on Saturday and currently own: a bed, a crib and 2 night tables. I am going to have buy gadgets for the kitchen! A potato peeler. And sharp knives. And dishes.

Something tells me that a trip to Ikea will make my head go POP!

Where did the kid learn this grimace? We never told him to smile for pictures!

There’s a huge smudge on my computer screen. It’s cauliflower-potato-dinner, it’s terribly oily and I can’t be bothered to wipe it. And that’s all I got.

I don’t feel any different. I guess it sounds cool to hear it though.

“I am an American now.”

I have realized that I don’t have one. Everyone should panic right away. I don’t have a list of a 100 things, or 40 or 99 things to do before…well before a major milestone: turning 40, 50 or 99 years old, or the event of just plain dying. And I love lists! They bring peace and order but lately I am putting only shopping lists together.

So after I thought for 3 hours about this…(Do I care enough? So what?) I told the cynical self to go to hell and googled “bucket list”. Internet to the rescue!

My bucket list (as of November 5th, 2009)

1. Grand Canyon

- it just screams AMERICA in my mind and since tomorrow I am going to become a US citizen – yay America!

2. Lascaux Caves (contains some of the most remarkable paleolithic cave paintings in the world)

- well, that’s more on a theoretical level because those are in France and lord help me,  I do not want to get on a 8 hour flight to see them… why is this on the list? it has theoretical value!

3. Go rock climbing

- is it too ridiculous to not want to actually climb a rock? I would like to have a very thrilling but safe experience and god, did I just make myself feel like 94 years old…yup.

4. Belly dancing

- I will move my body to the rhythm and it will look good and graceful, damnit!

5. Thriller dance

- speaking of grace, zombie dancing doesn’t require it. win!
To be continued when I find more inspiration through my google friends.

The “made me smile” edition:

Playing with breakfast

Mini KISS in the Halloween Parade

Everyone wants her out of the bathroom, or just keep playing that game with the fingers under the door. Auntie is popular.

So Mr. Bouncy wants to go to bed early today and I agreed because since the time change Bouncy son is waking up at 6 am, and no matter how much raw chocolate stimulant I shove in my face – that’s just too early and not cool.

The problem with going to bed on time is that it is cutting significantly into my time off. The time I get to spend without anyone demanding a dry diaper, my phone, car keys, tape measure or reading (beh! beh!) Hand, hand, fingers, thumb for the 32435th time. Ironically, a lot of time off is also spent on reviewing pictures and movies of the baby that drove me nuts only 2 hours ago.

So, here we are: today he took his first steps without prompting. (not on video – because that would be very special and a miracle).  Just take my word for it. Enjoy this video with coaxing galore and some baby head bashing prevention.

Baby up at five
Spring forward, Fall back sucks ass
Very tired ass

GO!

Nablopomo 2009!

Last post was about a baby and now only 3 months later (ahem..dusting the ol’ blog) I have a toddler on my hands.

Two days ago, I was cleaning out the freezer (looking for dinner) and came across the last reserves of breastmilk (expired too). And there I was trying to make that decision again as a part of me says “Come on this is a no brainer! Let me direct you to the nearest sink.” while the irrational half is weeping “But you worked so f$#king hard for this. Just hold on to it for a little longer, it may come in handy…someone might need it….wait! what?….”

This is where I realized that the touchy-feely side is clearly losing it and I chucked the milk down the drain.

I might have cried a little. With happiness too. I hate mixed emotions.