Fabulous Miss S.

Spring-sprung

I spent Noah's nap time today raking old wet leaves from the corners of the backyard and tossing them over the fence.  I sprinkled grass seed and fertilizer in the bare spots and got my hands dirty enough to really long for those early Spring days when I can plant my seeds and new flowers and watch them grow in the warm sunlight. 

This was an infinitely more enjoyable way of spending his nap hours particularly when compared to how I spent my afternoon hours earlier this week.

I'm contemplating putting in a small raised bed in the backyard in which to grow some tomatoes, some lettuce and possibly a few bell peppers.   I want to do herbs, basil, parsley, rosemary and lavender in my pots on the deck.  If I could rig up some sort of upside-down tomato growing thingy I could have even more ground space for squash and strawberries. 

Some girlfriends are taking me out for fondue dessert tonight as a late birthday treat.  We have a busy day tomorrow with play-dates and Curious George and possibly more yard cleaning for me. 

How about you, any plans for this pre-Spring time weekend?  Cherry Blossoms, anyone?

Tampax, Kotex, Stayfree, Oh My!

If you are a male reader, of which I think there are three, you might want to skip this one. Ditto for anyone of the above referenced male persuasion and related to me.  Warning:  I might mention female body functions and products and possibly diarrhea too, cause, you know me, I like to be HONEST.

Period Watch 2008 2009 has come to an end ya'll! 

Over here at Casa de Fabulous we are celebrating the return of my monthly friend cycle annoyance, oh hell, my period, I was never one for those cutesy names anyway so let's call a spade a spade. 

This is the first period I have had since conceiving Noah, oh, TWO YEARS AND TWO WEEKS ago.  I was expecting a real doozy if you know what I mean and I think you do, but I am pleasantly surprised to announce that it hasn't been all that bad, period-wise. 

If you were to factor in the touch-of-the-stomach-flu that I have experienced this week in a way that can only be described as coincidentally unfortunate then I would have to tell you it hasn't been a fun week for me. 

When the cramps started shooting upwards toward my sternum and sending me running to the toilet every five minutes to empty my lower colon I thought, hum, this is ... different than before. 

Perhaps pregnancy relocated my uterus a bit further north but I do not recall periods being this ... nauseating. The aches and mild fever were the tip off.  I am better now and I can put the not distant enough memory of tomato skins and bile water shooting out of my arse behind me.

Pun intended.

Heh.

I slay myself.

This recent return of femaleness and fertility are definitely well noted by my husband who anxious as hell to work on making Unit #2.  All I will say for now is that it is a definite possibility and I will certainly share all the details with you, dearest Internet friends and strangers as soon as I have something to share with anyone other than my spouse

As for the imminent return to sexy time, my husband may still be scarred by the memory of me poised on the commode mid-wipe last Sunday night when I shrieked, SHRIEKED ... OHMYGODIJUSTGOTMYPERIOD. 

I suppose I'll just have to cook him a steak.  That ought to get him back in the mood.

On a not so different but interesting note, it seems they have changed Tampax since I last used them.  I mean, TAMPAX, they haven't changed in like, 45 years, but apparently in the last two they added some nice little indentations on the, um, cardboard thingy.  Nice touch. 

Pun. Heh.

Grace in small things, 21 of 365

1. Getting molars. Painful, yes, but now he can chew more than applesauce and potatoes.

2. TiVo'd epidsodes of ER.

3. Air so fresh that it overrides a tummy ache.

4. Lazy days at home with Noah.

5. The palpitable love I feel for Noah at every second.

Grace in small things, 20 of 365

1. Those individual serving size bags of microwave popcorn because even the BUTTER kind can't be bad in ONE SERVING SIZE.

2. Meeting new neighbors who have great friend potential.

3. An easy bedtime for Noah.

4. Looking ahead to the week without regret or sluggish thoughts.

5. Friends who loan you dresses without you even asking.**

**NOTE**
Jodifur has loaned me dresses in the past, however, on this occasion I was referencing my friend C.A. But I love them both!!!

What a difference a week makes

If any of the pedantic catch phrases that get tossed around about motherhood are true it is this too shall pass. We could all benefit from incorporating that one into our daily de-stressing mantras. Right after we audibly tell ourselves to get that DAMMED ELMO SONG out of our head.

What a difference a week makes! ...

In other words, my latest posting (TWO, in TWO weeks!!) is up over at DC Metro Moms.