Welcome to my less than perfect life!

Embracing the imperfections that make my life practically perfect in every way.

Saturday, February 26, 2011


Envision John Stewart's version of the Queen of England's voice:  "Helloooooo...."This is what my daughter called me today while we were shopping at Sam's Club.  What, is she some British socialite now?  Mumsy?  I mean, I know that if ever she were to consider me fancy, it could only be while at Sam's for large quantities of meat and cheese, but where in the heck does she come up with this stuff?

Additionally while shopping at Sam's, she felt compelled to call out either "Grandma" or "Grandpa" to every person we passed who appeared to be over age 45.  You're welcome, middle America.  For those of you who felt humiliated, it may make you feel better to know that she has a double ear infection.  So, either it is clouding her judgement or at least she is suffering as payback for the pain she inflicted on you.

As illness goes, she has done really well during this bout and been in very good spirits all in all.  I, on the other hand, have been a total shrew.  Details on that will be in another post.  Needless to say, The Nugget and The Mister are likely to abandon ship any day now due to my cranky moods.  I have cooked up some really good homemade meals in an effort to mitigate this bad behavior on my part.  So far, it seems to be working.  I am hoping that Spring coming is going to help somewhat.

For now, I am off to get a biscuit or a crumpet and some nice hot tea.  Pish posh!

Friday, February 18, 2011


I need to take a moment to capture a few of the adorable things my little Nugget is doing these days.  I want to remember, someday, what she was like at a given age.  Already I can see that all of the ages quickly run together and you can't remember if they started talking when they were 12 months or 12 years because it seems like things were always just the way they are now.  So:

She's started making up nicknames for everything.  For instance, her BFF, her stuffed Piglet.  She might call him any one of the following: Pigs, Pig eyes, Piggly Wiggly or Pigwies.  Just FYI, his initial nickname was just "Piggy" and this donned by The Mister and myself.  She might call crackers "cracks" or cookies "cooks."  She calls her jacket "jacks."  And she talks to these various inanimate objects like they are all friends of hers.  I.E. "Let's go, cracks!"

She loves to say goodbye to things when we leave the house.  "Goodbye, Piggy.  Goodbye, water.  Goodbye, Barnyard Dance."

She loves to sing and can sing many songs through and through now.  She will burst into song at the top of her voice at times.  "Twinkle, Twinkle" and "ABC" represent some of her best work.

She is very supportive and caring.  The other night she wanted me to fill a cup with water while playing with her in the tub.  She handed me the cup and said, "You can do it Mommy.  Try!"  She frequently give us a rousing "Good job!", most recently after The Mister filled her milk up correctly.  She comforts her toys when they seems sad to her, saying, "It's all right."  She also tells them to have sweet dreams when she puts them to bed.

She likes to pretend now to be my baby again (wiping tears) and will let me "pretend" to rock her and sing to her during play now.  She plays my role when she holds her toys.

She makes the funniest proclamations.  Occasionally she will break out, "Oh, my goodness.  Look at that!" over some everyday item.  Or just, "Oh, my gosh."

If you ask her if she wants something, instead of "okay", which used to be her habit, she has switched to a very deliberate "yes."  So grown up.

And that, in a teeny, tiny snapshot, is my current list of what she does right now.  She delights me more each and every day!

Monday, February 14, 2011

Counting my Blessings

I want to take time to realize how blessed, how amazingly lucky my life is.  It's easy to pick things to complain about.  It's easy to spend our time being snarky and jaded.  Believe me, I spend a lot of time being those things.  But here, right now, I want to spend some time listing some of the wonderful parts of my life.  Perhaps, if nothing else, wallowing in my good fortune will help balance out those moments when I allow the negativity to take over.

I am so grateful that I have a healthy child.  Each night, my child goes to sleep in a warm bed with a full belly.  She knows love and kindness and little else of the world.  Though she was many weeks premature, she has developed normally.  She is a healthy eater.  She is an excellent sleeper.  She is curious and imaginative and opinionated.  She is, overall, a delightful child and I can't believe I have have the good fortune to call her my daughter.

I am thankful that I have a loving husband.  He works hard for our family but also spends time connecting with us; work does not outweigh his attendance to our emotional needs.  He is able to tolerate me, even love me, with all of my craziness (and people, it is plentiful).  He is supportive and caring and smart and loving.  He is my best friend and I love him so much.

I am blessed to have best friends who help carry my load.  I hope that I help them carry theirs, too.  My friends are such smart, capable, strong women.  Without them, I wouldn't be the woman I am today.  They are the definition of what anyone would want friends to be.

I have a job and a home and a car that runs.  I have experience that tells me these things are not guaranteed.  Beyond that, I look around the world and know that some people live with uncertainty, wondering where they will sleep tonight, where their next meal will come from, how they will feed their children.  My luck at not having these worries astounds me.  Fortune has smiled on my life in ways I might not have imagined in my younger life.

Thank you, Universe.  Thank you, God.  Thank you, Karma.  Today, I count my blessings and they are many.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Hickory Dickory Dog

The Nugget is at an insanely cute AND irritating age all at once.  On the positive side, the cute definitely outweighs the irritating.  Mostly that annoying part comes out when she is tired or not feeling well.  Some days I am teetering on the edge of sanity (which gives me SO much more sympathy for parents who are dealing with more difficult situations than mine).  To keep my sanity, here are some cute things from this long winter:

The Nugget got a lot of fake food for Christmas.  She loves playing with it; her imagination is just flourishing.  We "cook" and "eat" several times a day.  One of the foods in the toy bin is a hot dog.  She has somehow connected this to the song "Hickory Dickory Dock" and has begun calling it a Hickory Dickory Dog.  I want to eat her up!

The Nugget has decided in past couple of months that we are no longer "mommy" and "daddy", we are now just "mom" and "dad".  I had no idea that she would come to this decision on her own.  I thought that we would discuss this transition, perhaps when she was school age or pre-teen or even about to get married.  Not only that, but she has taken to calling me "Meloney" periodically.  Dude, you are not even two yet.  Slow down!  I guess as long as she doesn't switch to the more formal "mother" and "father" I will try to cope.

Foods best loved by The Nugget right now:  salad (you heard me right), blueberries, grapes and noodles.  She continues to be pretty adventurous with her food (thank goodness).  Sadly, she has discovered a love of french fries and can recognize the type of junk food we bring home and try to hide from her, but she still eats healthy foods like a champ.

And now, gratuitous cuteness from this winter so far:

Do I have anything on my face?

What up, dog?