Sunday, February 24, 2008

Operation Cake

So, here it is Sunday night. I'm home alone, exhausted, and blogging. We have had a successful weekend if I do say so myself. First let me explain the title for those of you that are reading this but aren't really all that involved with our day to day.

Operation cake began on Thursday with the start of an adventure I was sure I could tackle. I decided I was going to make Griffin's birthday cake all by myself and it was going to look good or I was a failure as a mother. So, Thursday I baked the cake because the cake I was planning on using takes some crazy amount of time to not only bake but cool (which if you don't know the cooling process is KEY!). So, the cake got baked on Thursday and cooled all the way until Friday (not that it really needed that long but that's how long it had). So, Friday is here, I just got off work, and now it means business. If I was going to do this cake thing right I had to do it all the way which means also making my own icing from scratch, which I have never done before without a mother close by keeping an eye, aka making it for me. So, I get out the recipe and I start making some icing, using my husband as my taste tester. I got it tasting right and added the food coloring to make it look a bright St. Patrick's day green. "AWESOME," I thought, "this is going just as I planned. Right on schedule! Where are those cake decorating doowops I bought from the store? Hmmm, searching...aha! That only took me 20 minutes...getting a little off schedule here but I'll make it up, where is my husband? He can make some more icing!" (That was all in my head I don't talk to myself...that much. So, now I'm decorating and Chris (the amazing supportive husband) is making some icing for the yellow parts of the frog. Oh, yes, I made a frog cake, but not just any frog cake...oh you'll see the pictures! While Chris was making the icing he points out to me that I made the icing wrong the first go wrong because I was in such a hurry I used 1 tablesppon of vanilla instead of 1 teaspon, whoops! Oh well! Now, I'm icing the cake and I'm in a groove and I'm moving! RING RING, the phone, grrr, it caused me to jump and now there is an imperfection in said cake. Oh well, I'm the only one that will notice! It's Chris' family. There here, in town, which means we're leaving to go have dinner. Oh man, it's 7:00. No problem, we'll get it all done...TONIGHT! We go eat; we come back; we put Griffin to 10:00. Now I'm really off schedule. That was a major set back, but you gotta eat I suppose. "Back to work honey, no time for goofing off. Could you grab that other icing bag and start filling in the yellow please?" Blank stare from the now not so sure what to say husband. "You want me to decorate the cake? The front of the cake? Where everyone can see?" Oh, man is he really asking me this now? "Yes dear, you'll do great!" That's right Chris is now a cake decorating pro for all of those that give him a hard time about being a hair model now you can add this to your list of metro things Chris can/could/would do. We got the green, the yellow, the white, and the black icing all done after only busting one icing bag. We are finished! Not too bad. Haha, but you should see my hands. I'm either turning into the Hulk or the Jolly Green Giant whichever character you desire. Look at the clock...oh dear...midnight, I'm getting really old because I would normally be in bed NO later than 9:30. Now all I can think about is my 7:00 AM wake up call that's sleeping upstairs. Lights out and I'm asleep, just like that, almost instantaneously (pretty sure I didn't spell that right!). 7:00 Am just like I thought, I'm up, Chris is up, Griffin's up and we're onto the count down until Griff's party. Now, I have to make chicken salad. Where's my amazing husband to help me again. Enter husband, "What stinks in here? It smells like tuna." hahahahaha, chicken salad which I'm going to con him into helping with. "I'm running out of time, I don't have everything done, I'm stressing out!"
"It's ok honey, just slow down. What can I do to help?" *grin* in my head, "Really honey? You're great, could you cut the grapes and chop some parsley, that would be great help!" Man, I love my husband! All, done with everything at about 10:00 am. When I say everything I mean the foods made, the kid's been fed, the cars packed. 10:20 we're out the door! On our way to Griffin's first photo shoot. Oh, yes, our child is modeling for Ralph Lauren. Just kidding, he was just getting pictures made. When I said I had a timeline I meant it. 11:30, photo session over, Chick-fil-a for lunch and drop me at the church (where Griffin's party was going to be). My help was already there thank goodness. Open the car to unload...insta-broken plate. Oh well, at least it wasn't my cake which is still safe at home! Everyone helps me decoarate the room and party starts at 2:00 on the dot. Griffin is no where to be found. 2:05...2:10...2:15...calling husband. "Where are you? You have the cake!," don't worry about Griffin right! "We're here." Whew, that's a good thing I was nervous about that cake. Well, the party was a success, the cake was a hit, and my hands are still slightly green. So, a total of 6.5 hours of dealing with making the cake and 10 minutes to eat it and I'm a good mother after all.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Should we call it lazy?

Why am I so bad at blogging?

This is the question I have decided to ponder today while I sit at work pretending to do work.

The answer I have come up with is simple...

I'm just plain lazy. But that's not really the reason. The real reason is kids. No, I can't use that excuse either because I have plenty of friends and family who have kids and they blog 1, 2, and sometimes 3 times a day. It's just because I work. Hahaha, who am I kidding. I'm at work, blogging. My real and final conclusion is that my life is just not exciting. Maybe exciting is not even the right word as much as my life is repetitive. One day I work, the next day I have Tucker and Griffin. The next day I work. The next day Tucker and Griffin. Do you see the pattern? And I don't really know who wants to hear about these days of bore. What is exciting to me is really just getting Griffin to take a two hour nap and going through one whole day without puking my previous meal up. Now that's success! However, my other problem with blogging is I'm just not patient enough. As you can see I have added two pictures. But, they're not where I want them and I don't know how to move them. Nor do I know how to add a video or even upload a video if I wanted to. I blame it all on my computer teacher from middle school Mr. Foster. He's the reason I'm scared to click on any button other than save. I fear that if I click on the wrong button not only will I lose the useless information I have just typed up but that I will lose all the information on the entire computer and that the computer will proceed to explode, implode, or somehow self destruct. This is my problem. I have a phobia. Now we should all try to come up with a name to call this phobia even though I'm sure it's out there; I think we could come up with something better. that doesn't really do it for me. But, I'm sure you're thinking something funny, either that or you've stopped reading a long time ago and for that I don't blame you. Maybe I should take a class, "How to blog 101," "How to get over your computer fears," "How to manage a simple site without causing a catastrophic disaster." ......Maybe I just need therapy!

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Need Sleep!

So, today I'm not blogging, I'm journaling. Griffin has decided he does not like sleep any more. Either that or he just doesn't want me to have any sleep. Either way, no one's sleeping. Last night he woke up at 1:30-ish and was screaming his little head off in a way I have not heard from him before (at least at night). It worried me, so I went upstairs to see if I could give a hand. I picked him up out of his crib and it did not even seem to help in the slightest. Something was up. Usually when I pick him up, he at least tones it down a notch. Not this time. He was hysterical. I started singing and it seemed to help some. I changed his diaper, sang some more, rocked him, rubbed his back, still all the while he's still just a screamin'! Finally, he calmed down, and laid his little head on my shoulder and just listened to me pleading for him to go to sleep. Finally I put him in his crib, which did not make him very happy, told myself he's just going to have to sort this one out of his own, went back to bed and listened to the monitor blaring at me for the next 15 minutes. Until finally silence followed by snoring. It was now about 2:11 AM and I closed my sleepy eyes and drifted back to sleep. But not for long! He was back up at 3:00 AM and then 5:00 AM. Well, when the alarm clock is set for 5:27 AM, at this point I'm thinking I should just give up on the whole idea of sleeping. I'm not sure what's going on with him??!! Growth spurt, teething, sore muscles from all this walking, or bad dreams? I don't know. Everything with kids seems to be a phase. Here today gone tomorrow kind of thing. Well, hopefully this phase won't last long because this pregnant woman is sleepy!

Mommy and Grif

Mommy and Grif
At the Puerto Rican Fest!

Bath Time!

Bath Time!
Griffin Loves the bath!