I am a Pumpkin Snob.

Welcome fall!  You’re finally here!  I have been waiting for you.  I love your cooler weather and think what you do with the leaves on the trees in my backyard is just gorgeous.  So thanks for that! My craving for homemade applesauce has kicked in and I’ve already started snooping around for pumpkins. But in an attempt at full disclosure, I am a pumpkin snob.  I don’t love the bright orange round ones that just sit there.  I prefer a smart pale orange pumpkin and a white pumpkin will always make me smile.  I don’t know why honestly – somehow in the last few years as they started introducing all of these designer pumpkins, I got hooked.

I love the way the colors are softer – although as most of you know – I have never met an orange shirt or sweater that I didn’t love.  SO I guess I’m good with the color but only if I wear it.  Don’t want to decorate with it.  That makes me an official pumpkin snob.

I don’t even like Halloween – I’m a Halloween Hater.  I think it will be fun to dress up Blake, but I so don’t get into the whole witches and skeleton thing.  Ghosts maybe a bit – but forget the vampires.  As a Halloween hater with a baby boy who will surely love getting dressed up as a super hero and getting free candy – I’m going to have to change my outlook.  I get that.  But not for a bit. 

For now I’ll continue to decorate with my designer pumpkins and be content with my calmer colors. I know in the very near future I’ll have to start actually carving the stupid things – but there will always be a Blake pumpkin and Mommy’s pumpkins in our house.  Because I said so! J

There was something I wanted to tell you....crap. Never mind.

So I had a topic all ready to post about today and I have completely forgotten what I wanted to say. Fortunately, this lapse in memory has helped me to find my new topic du jour…I forget things.  Sweet mercy I forget things.  I’ve never been this forgetful in my life.  I knew it was a side effect of pregnancy, but had no idea it was also a side effect of being a Mommy too.

I guess you could think this is funny, but it’s also a huge pain in the butt.  I write things down (when I’m feeling organized and efficient) and then of course I forget to read the damn notes.  (My moments of organization and efficiency obviously do not last as long as they should.)  I ask my sweet B to remind me of some things, but then he forgets to remind me and that just makes me annoyed at him – when I should actually be annoyed at myself since I forgot to begin with!  Sorry B!

So, where does that leave me?  I would love an assistant, but that isn’t going to happen in this lifetime.  Blake is too young to help remind me of things.  I guess I’m just going to have to make do with only getting half of things done I wanted to accomplish.  Phew- that my friends, is easier said than done.  I’ve never been one to drop balls – they might bounce occasionally, but never ever do they stop bouncing.   Until now. 

So now the proverbial ball has dropped and I’m sitting on my hands so I don’t try to grab at it.  OH it’s killing me.  There you have it.  I’m a control freak who had to lose my freak.  I’m now just a tired Mommy who recalls she put laundry in the washing machine, but can’t remember if she added the soap.  But I’m fairly confident than I didn’t turn it on.  So there’s that. 

Happy Tuesday Ya’ll!

We're Car Schleppers Now

Taking a baby on vacation ain’t for sissies.  It is seriously a huge challenge my people.  (I’m laughing at myself here in case you can’t tell.) I was getting all misty this morning thinking about my awesome Diamond Status with Hilton – and even that silly Silver status with US Air had its benefits.  All of that is long gone…sniff…sniff.  These days, we’re car schleppers.    I can’t even think about an airplane with a car seat, Baby Bjorn travel crib, diapers and food – and that’s just the carry-ons! 

The days of just heading into NYC for the weekend are long gone but gosh they were great while they lasted.  The idea of going to NY now makes me shudder not to mention what would happen if we walked into Tiffany’s with a stroller!  EEK!

So, heavy sigh, it’s a car or nada.  Since we haven’t been on vacation in “I don’t know how long” except for a long weekend, it is now time to get away and truly relax.  Not that it’s the same definition of relax that it used to be – relax now means Blake is fed, cleanly diapered, and chilling out on his activity mat for a few minutes.  It means you have time to clean the bottles without holding a baby or singing silly French songs.   

It used to mean, reading a book and falling asleep with a toasty afghan on a Sunday afternoon or driving aimlessly around the Cape going where the whim took us.  Now, we have to plan; probably one activity per day; at least for now.  And odds are we won’t even get that in.  Blake will set the tone.

All I’m hoping for is that he actually sleeps.  I don’t care where.  The car ride up to the Cape (15 hours!) in itself could be a total nightmare as he is not a huge fan of his car seat, is too young to be occupied by videos and lastly, very rarely sleeps in the car.  I am afraid Mommy’s singing voice will be taxed before we even get out of the state of NC!   Good times.  So, instead of stopping for Mommy’s bio breaks, now we will be stopping to get Blake out of his seat, feed him, change him and just find a bit of sanity.

Any tips from you experienced traveling Moms and Dad would be greatly appreciated!  For now I will try not to over pack and remember there are stores on Cape Cod.  We will try to get him used to his travel ‘bed’ and continue to pray a whole lot that we get to the Cape in one happy, cohesive family unit! J

Happy Monday Ya’ll!