pretty please

I'm laying in bed.  Justin is out watching TV.
I emailed him a link to a stroller that matches my new Timi and Leslie bebe bag that he got me for Valentines Day.  Fifteen seconds later I hear a loud sigh come from the living room.
I mean, it matches.
I am very lucky to have a husband that wants to spoil me when we have a little bit of money to do so.
I am so so very grateful for everything he does for our little family.
He is a hard working money maker.  The money maker, as I am staying at home with Evelyn.
We had dinner with a few friends from his work the other night and I was asked "So Marissa, what did you do today?"
I responded with an honest answer of what ever it was I did yesterday (tummy time, back time, practicing Evelyn's skills, hours dedicated to feeding my little piglet, nap time, shower, language practice (which is basically me making vowel sounds and seeing what she comes up with to respond)...etc etc)
Me and four men in their late 20's; I realized the subject had been changed and conversation had moved on before I was done talking about my day with Evelyn. 
Oh well.
I thought I had a pretty good day.
Anyway, I think my mom and sister are the only people that can truly appreciate my daily activities I plan out for my baby and I.
I really try to make the most out of our daylight hours because lately she has decided on a firm bedtime of no later than 7:30pm.
Justin barely gets to see her anymore during the week and when he does it's not the happy baby he see's in my pictures throughout the day.
From 5 to bedtime Evelyn means business. It's one boob, then rice cereal (with no messing around), bath time, lotion/dancing/pj time, then the other boob, then mama rocks her to sleep.
If you try to distract her from this strict schedule she is a very pissed off little girl.
So Justin stays out of our way for the most part when he gets home from work.
They are best friends on the weekend though when I want to sleep in a little later.

Again, my husband loves me.  I am spoiled.  Lucky ducky me,

boo hoooo baby

Another day lost in the fussiness of the worlds cutest baby.
...Maybe about 70% of the day actually.
I don't really mind.  I remember just a couple months ago feeling like I could pull my hair right out of my head every single evening.  Every night was like a torturous game of passing Evelyn back and forth with Justin, trying to keep our sanity, and trying not to cry along with her. 
She barely cries anymore.  She is always smiling and laughing, but lately she's getting fussier.
She's drooling like a leaky faucet and chewing on everything that she can get her hands on.
All signs point to teething.
I would rather her stay gummy for a little while longer.
I'm really enjoying her 12 hour night sleep stretches.  It gives me time to feel like me. 
That baby finally goes down for the night and within minutes I have an ice old water or a glass of red wine in hand and a hot bath pouring. 
I also started doing some little projects now that I have time to myself in the evenings.
I'm making my old shabby Jesus and Mary pictures fancy and special.
... a work in progress...

boo jah Mary is the queen of hearts.

Jesus is just Jesus still. .. I mean, always, but yeah.

gleeball

Football is over until fall!
This makes me extremely happy.  I don't care who plays, who wins, or what color their uniforms are.
All I ever cared about is what a heartless cave man Michael Vick is, which female celebrity is dating a player, and when will it EVER be over?
Justin said that I should be happy about the Super Bowl and that if I ever wanted to have friends over to watch Glee he would wear a Glee t-shirt and cook food for us because he loves me.
Who wants to come over next week because football season is over and Glee season has begun!!
Hors d'oeuvres and wine for everyone!!
Break out the nail polish and toe seperator things because my husband is giving everyone pedicures!

barter a beej

I am laying in bed feeling really sick and just realized I was totally looking through all of Justin's facebook pictures.
I was stalking him.
That's nice to know that after all of this time of having him to myself I still crush on him like the Justin-obsessed 20 year old I once was.
We got to go on a date tonight.  It was nice, but I have been feeling pretty nauseous and headachey all day long.
It's nice to know that I can rule out pregnancy.
I know this because I am extremely paranoid and my stomach was sticking out a little bit the other day and I went to the store for a test after hours of freaking myself out.
I didn't feel pregnant.. I just thought I maybe looked a little pregnant.
....just a little.
It was apparently just the pizza or candy in my belly pretending to be a fetus.

Other than feeling ill, date night was extremely successful.
We ate delicious food, had open communication, and bartered with each other.
I had fried broccoli tonight.  I know it's not the smartest thing to eat on an already sour stomach, but in case you were wondering, it was amazing. It's like the oil gets stuck up in between all of those little broccoli tree branches.  So crispy, yet greasy.

Justin communicated with me the issues we currently face in our marriage:   the laundry turn over is not high enough and I need to start listening to my mother and stop washing towels with clothes.
So, all in all, our marriage is in good standing.

I didn't realize until I got home that I forgot to put mascara on. ugh.

dog

Our dog was relatively bad today.
She is such a good dog, that her little acts of rage usually involve ripping tissues out of a tissue box or over Christmas she found presents (bones) of hers on two occasions and ate them before it was time to do so.
It's never very bad.
Her signature "I'm pissed off" move is tipping her food and water bowl over on to the floor.
Ever since we had Evelyn she doesn't quite understand why the new "pet" gets to go everywhere with me and she doesn't.
If I run to the store with Evelyn I can pretty much guarantee a little spiteful mess when I come home.
At least she doesn't destroy furniture or poo on the carpet or something.
She's an old lady.  We feel bad for her.
Today Justin, Evelyn, and I ran to the grocery store and Reed decided to rip up a box of brownie mix... but not the brownie mix.
Maybe she did this because she knew while we were at the store we put away a dog bed we were thinking about buying her.

You know what I dislike?
Facial hair shavings left over on the bathroom counter/sink and discovering toenail pieces on the floor.
I'm not naming any names..

It could have been anyone in our household..
uh-hem...

before

I did something BIG today.  I attempted to go for a run.
I lost all of my pregnancy weight and then a couple pounds, but things don't look exactly like they used to.
I'm like, thin fat.
So, it is time for me to stop losing weight and start tightening the squishy stuff.
Ugh.
Ugh.
I ran for about 4 minutes before I almost turned onto vomit lane. Then I just walked and felt awful about myself.

I totally pumped myself for this too.
I actually took... "before pictures."
I am dumb.
I won't actually post my "before pictures" (unless anyone wants to see how stupid i am) because I am embarrassed of myself.
Not embarrassed of how I look, but embarrassed that I actually took before pictures, like the nerd I am.

Back in my early pregnancy days Justin got on this P90X kick and had me take several "before pictures" of him flexing in every which way.
Then he did P90X for a week before he called it quits.
I should probably post his pictures.
They are funny.  Not because he's funny looking, but because they are pictures of Justin trying to make himself look fat. I think he is pushing his belly out. 

I need to stop taking pictures of myself like I am on America's Next Top Model when Evelyn is sleeping and clean instead.
I think I have ADHD.  I can't seem to do anything with out being distracted by a new thing every few seconds.
Why am I talking about this now?

green

I brought Reed, our dog, to the vet today.  She is in perfect health.
I was telling Justin about the appointment tonight and I told him how nice the nurse was because he was kissing Reed to make her more comfortable because shes such a scared little doggy.

and he stopped me and said "he?"
"The nurse was a he?"
...um yes...
"Did he look at you like he wanted to have sex with you?"

I don't think that he did.