Finally- a Jim and Pam wedding!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4Ry90sDfnY&feature=related

Time for the little fangirl in me to shriek and scream and jump up and down and clap my hands together, ridiculously. An event five looooong "will they-won't they" seasons in the making....

Jim and Pam are getting married!!!

The classic story of boy meets girl- girl is engaged (but not setting the date) to big jerk- boy and girl become besties and everyone can see their cute as a button romantic feelings just hidden under the surface- boy confesses love to girl (GAH, that kiss, THAT KISS!)- she stays engaged-boy moves away- girl breaks off engagement- boy comes back but brings his new girl friend- girl confesses her love over a work place retreat bonfire- boy breaks it off with girlfriend- boy and girl secretly date- boy and girl get engaged at a gas station- boy and girl find out she's pregnant- boy and girl get married.

Tonight!!!

Honestly, I may be almost as excited as I was for my own wedding. Jim and Pam are hands down the sweetest, most hilariously quirky couple in pop culture today and I love love LOVE that this romance has been allowed to play out.

I've enclosed a little video montage of Jim and Pam moments, starting in season 4 when they began dating... its missing the drama, but its still so cute. (Note: please ignore the cheesy 90s balads, I didn't make this video... I just thought the clips were appropriate.)

Happy Thursday, everyone.

a look back at the last 7 months...

So I've been scrolling through my old facebook status'... I was thinking of the ginormous gaps that I've left in my blog since Jonah was born and I thought this would be an interesting way to catch you all up... they are in order from most recent to least recent...

nothin says "Happy Friday" like waking up to a baby poohsaster. At least I've learned to hand the boy a toy before removing the diaper so he doesn't play in the squishiness below and rub it all over his belly and mine like he did yesterday. For realsies.

I've decided that not much has changed since I became a mom except for a decided lack of privacy that has increased tenfold now that my son can crawl. The world is his oyster, and that includes the bathroom. Is nothing sacred anymore?

Okay, found Jonah's social security card this morning and then got an email confirming that he's getting an official laminated name tag for the church nursery... this is nuts. I really have a son. I know he's been around 6+ months, b...ut still... sometimes these things just hit you upside the head.

thinks its just so wonderful that her little boy looks at her like she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen no matter how terribly out of fashion and stressed out and frazzled she looks.

big weekend for the littlest Hahn: learned to crawl (watch out, he's on a roll and he loves vents!), learned to sit by himself (makes getting dressed so much easier!) and learned to drive the boat (he'll be captaining TMR booze cruises in ...no time!) all on his 6 month birthday (seriously, can you believe he's that old already?!). Pictures to follow.

thought it was Tuesday until I saw my facebook status and realized that Tuesday was yesterday. Seriously. Some people find out their relationship status on facebook, I find out what day it is. Babies totes suck out your brain, for real.

got a sleepy smile and a cuddle from my baby boy before I left for work way early this morning, and everything is right in the world. :)

just got caught singing the elephant show theme song and doing a goofy dance by the meter man through an open window. Unfortunately, Jonah was in the other room and I'm pretty sure the guy probably thought I was signing to myself, rather then m...y baby, which I swear I wasn't. Even if sometimes Jonah ignores me.

has finally shaved her legs and is celebrating by wearing a jean skirt on this beautiful summers day. It really is wonderful to be able to take a shower longer then 3 minutes every now and again.

used to think she would get excited at the end of her work day to go home to her hubbie... and she still does, but its NOTHING compared to how completely exstatic she is to go home to her little boy! Man I love that little drooley kid.

okay, kids, today was a monumental stepping stone in young Jonah's life (and thus, his mom's). We were finally able to agree on music for the car ride, and it wasn't baby einstein. Yes, my facebook friends, my son is a closet tree hugger like his momma.

is listening to her husband singing "Amazing Grace" to her little boy to drift him off to sleep. Doesn't get much sweeter then this.

riddle me this all you "back to sleep" SIDs compaigners... what on earth are you supposed to do when you son insists on rolling over to his tummy when he sleeps? He's a force to be reckoned with, this one!

is working an insane amount today so she can take the little bugger to meet his crazy family in Indy... thank heavens for Aunt Cassie and her super nephew-sitting skills! (not to mention the starbucks she promised to bring me...)

*thinks* that she may have sucessfully weaned Jonah off the pacifier and swaddleme for sleeping time, of course now she needs to sing him to sleep until her throat is hoarse and he may never appreciate music ever again... but still. I count it as a trium

is wondering if anyone has any napping tips? Jonah sleeps like a champ at night, but the concept of a nap is a bit lost on him.

promises that not all her status updates will be about Sesame Street, even though she is a mom, now, and thus a gazillion points lower on the global "hipness scale". THAT being said, my man Gordon is STILL on that show. I loved that guy! Today, there wa

just watched "Seseme Street" with Jonah and Elmo seriously got an email from Grover. About penguins, in case you were wondering.

is having a little bit of a rough start this morning since her little "Thumper" deicded to chat it up for a good hour around 3 am. Funny, that's when he was up and moving when I was pregnant with him, too...

just realized that Harry Potter and the Half blood Prince comes out NEXT MONTH! Man, having a baby around to distract me really makes time fly. I should have done this YEARS ago, when I was waiting for all those darn books to come out...

is hoping Jonah will keep napping just a bit longer, so his momma can jump in the shower.... nothing worse then an inconsolable baby when you're good and sudsy.

is digging on the fact that my son LOVES the Beach Boys. We've been jammin out this beautiful morning and he was histerical during "help me Rhonda"! Goodness being a mom is fun.

and Jonah just came back from a nice long walk on this beautiful day- the point, however, was not only to enjoy the outdoors, but also to lull him to sleep so I can work. Which he did, he fell asleep pretty much imediately upon walking out our door and t

is ready for her Mike to come home. Jonah's ready, too.

just took a cyber beating equivalent to a middle school playground smack down on the babycenter boards for defending a first time mom who asked a question about adding rice cereal to her kids bottle. Seriously? She was JUST asking! Yeesh. Not like she

is kind of dreading today... Jonah has shots at the doctor this morning (and if I make through the ordeal without crying, it will be a miracle) and then I have to head into the office this afternoon and attempt to work on my computer that seems to have be

is in the office and drinking coffee this morning... wow. feels like the old days, except I keep thinking of my little guy at his Grandma's... so a little bit different, I suppose. Happy Friday, everyone!

knew that it was a bad idea to give Jonah his night feeding so early... we just aren't ready to make that kind of step.

is finally able to get her wedding band back on after all that pregnancy-induced puffiness... the engagement ring is a work-in-progress, just yet. I'll keep you posted.

is procrastinating starting her morning... but if I wait too long, Jonah will start it for me and THAT will take all day to recover from... Good news is that its BEAUTIFUL outside!

is officially getting the curls chopped this morning. Sorry, Jonah, no more hanging on by your momma's hair! Now I know why "mommy cuts" happen... and I'm not afraid to say that's what I'm getting!

is spending all her free time coaxing smiles out of her son over and over. Its honestly the cutest thing I've ever seen in my entire life.

was JUST congratulating herself on finally kind of getting the hang of this whole baby thing... and then Jonah decided to prove her wrong with a nice'n fussy afternoon... and when I say fussy, I mean out of control screaming at the top of his lungs for a

read that babies should be able to fall asleep on their own without rocking or whatever... TWO HOURS later, Jonah is finally sleeping soundly. For the record, I can rock him to sleep in minutes. Ugh.

is cleaning her house with Jonah in the carrier- I'm totally afraid he's going to fall in the washing machine one of these times, but he loves it.

is going stir crazy and wishing it was a bit warmer so that she and Jonah could take a walk. I can only dance around my kitchen for so long...

is laughing at her son who is riding in his swing like he's on a rollarcoaster with his arms in the air. I'm a little jealous there isn't one of these in my size- it looks like fun!

is slowly figuring out her son- likes: Jimmy Eat World, dancing around with his mom and eating just to eat. Dislikes: his swing, circus music and socks.

is watching her son try to eat his overalls.

just really can't stop staring at her little boy. Does this ever go away? Because I'm having a difficult time getting anything done, here.

slept better last night then she did her entire pregnancy- go figure. Jonah is quite a guy.

Okay, for the record, jonah was 8lbs12oz ... Not 4oz... Give me some credit, here!

ITS A BOY! Jonah Britton Hahn 8lbs 4oz 20.5" born 4:02 pm, sorry I forgot the camera at the hospital I'll post pics soon. -Mike

The things we'll say when anonymous on cyberspace...

"Ah Harry, how often this happens, even between the best of friends... each of us believes that what he has to say is much more important then what the other might contribute."

- Dumbledore Half Blood Prince

I've been doing a fair amount of thumb-twiddling today. Our IT guy was out of the office for a large portion of my work day (I won't get into the hows and whys... suffice it to say, it's happened before) and the two computers (yes, two, I'm terribly important) that I typically work on were out of commission. Just a fluke of nature or karma or perhaps God's way of telling me to take it easy, I suppose, but its been arduous and just plain old boring, around Erin's cube this dreary fall day (Note: not that I'd know it was dreary- no windows in my cube; but every now and again I catch a glimpse of what lies beyond when I venture out to the restrooms).

So, anyways, I've been surfing the net. Typically I favor ew.com and cnn.com for my daily new fixes. A little bit serious and a little bit frivolous (very indicative, if you ask me). Anyways, I normally just skim the headlines and articles if they catch my eye and then close my browser and move on with my day. However, since I've been held up this afternoon, I've been perusing comments.

Wow.

Wow. Wow. Wow.

People are boldy vicious when they have the anonymity of the internet to hide their true identities!

I've read articles on the Letterman scandal (yeesh, that must of been akward to witness live), the 2016 olympics bid and last night's episode of Survivor. The first two, I imagine would cause a bit of controversy regardless, but a reality TV show?! Heaven's above, folks sure get a fire under their butts about those tribal councils!

Here's a few choice samples of what I found:

"umm…it’s creep, not creap. perhaps you should return to school. Or did you never go? " (Let's not even get into the grammer issues on this particular entry... All I want to say is 'Pot. Kettle.')

"letterman is simply a moronic idiotic fool! I’ve know this for years, and now the whole country knows it! Hopefully, this will lead to his downfall, so we no longer have to see or listen to this miserable pathetic stupid man!" (Further adjectives need not apply)

"All of these “christian value” motivated people so eager and delighted to judge and condemn. Forget, the obvious fact that you have no context for any of the relationships or knowledge of where he and his wife stand together, you are eager and happy to condem. So Christlike." (so many were "so eager" to throw religion in the mix... forgive me if I don't see the validity of anonymouosly arguing theology on the Entertainment Weekly comment boards...)


Yeesh...

Anyways, if every you have the chance, dear friends, check out the comment boards. It'll make you eternally grateful for the distinct lack of bitter and angsty drama in your own lives.

Unless you are one of those commenters, yourself. In which case, stay away from my comment button. My feelings get hurt easily.

Is anyone else...

Sick to death of this guy?

Ew.

Please, oh please, let us stop giving press to Jon Gosselin and his hair plugs.

http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/TV/10/01/jon.gosselin.vs.tlc/index.html

The last two years...

http://erin-anythingworthsaying.blogspot.com/2007/09/coming-of-age.html

Two years, my friends. I started this blog just over two years ago with the entry above. My "coming of age" entry. The entry in which I lamented my quarter-century birthday. Check it out; it's pretty quality, if I do say so myself. Okay, a tad bit self-seeking and whiny, but good nonetheless.

Today, I have officially dropped off the cliff of my midtwenties into the vast canyon that is my late twenties. And how am I feeling about this you may ask (whilst cringing to yourself because you really don't want to hear it if I'm still cranky-McCrankerson about the whole thing)?

Eh, well, dearies, its not that bad.

I know, right? Egads, Erin's not in mourning on her birthday?! What is this world coming to?

No, I guess I'm not.

Don't get me wrong, things are often times still messy in my crazy, mixed up little world.

I do have dark circles under my eyes, and two years ago, I didn't even know what that meant.

I'm wearing unflattering khaki pants that I bought at Kohls. Not Anne Taylor. Not Gap or Banana Republic. Kohls. "Expect Great Things", right? But seriously, don't buy these pants. (although, at some point, its got to be the wearer's fault, I suppose. Perhaps its my post baby thighs that are less then flattering. Let's think about that later, today is my birthday afterall.)

My knees are achy from sitting at a computer day and day out.

And my brain is starting to petrify from lack of use.

I sometimes forget to brush my teeth on Saturdays (I think its the absence of my weekday routine that throws me off).

Last night, I watched baby einstien. It was only for about 5 minutes and Jonah was definitely in the room with me. But still.

This entire week, my husband and I have been glued to the couch each night to watch "National Parks: America's Best Idea" on PBS and we were actually lamenting our lack of DVRing capabilities since we won't be able to do a re-watch. Not lying.

All very clear signs that I am older. Not all bad, though. I mean, to my decidedly hipper 25 year old self, maybe it would appear as though I've let myself go, but I'm okay with it. Well okay, not the thigh part, but as I said, we're not thinking of that today.

I have a beautiful baby boy who looks at me like I'm the sunshine in his day. My husband is still the funniest guy I know and he's somehow able to make me thankful that he asked me to marry him every single moment we spend together. Even the ones that are less then pleasant. I still have my health, a decent job and a truck that gets me places. My family still loves eachother and me and they are all accomplishing truely magnificient things, all of which I find myself a part of.

My man, JC, He takes good care of me and mine and really, there is very little I can find that could make me think ill of my turning another year older. (Don't. Focus. On. The. Thighs.)

So there. You all thought I would piss and moan and I didn't. Maybe I am growing up, afterall.

Have you ever wondered

http://http//www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/08/27/california.kidnap.shed/index.html

I'm a thinker. I can sit at my picnic table in my backyard just thinking for literally hours on end about nothing of real consequence. I'm an odd duck, I know; we've been through that particular discussion before. Sometimes, when my nearly six month old son is just sitting and staring off into space, I wonder if he's going to be a thinker like his momma (in between his spastic bouts of energy that come from his fathers genes) and if so, are we going to just sit and think together at that picnic table? Hm. That'll get the neighbors talking. Those weird Hahn's are out there thinking again.

Anyhow, something I've thought about since I was old enough to comprehend it is how fortunate I am that I grew up in the circumstances I did. I've wondered about how we really have zero control over what we are born in to. I've thought about how I could have been born into an impoverished african nation to an AIDs-ridden mother. Or to a Poland Jew in a concentration camp. Or to a slave in Georgia in the 1800's. Of course, I could have been born into a wealthy dynasty, too, but I try not to let my mind wander that way... (kidding, mom)

Anyways, it is facinating to me to ponder how God chose this particular time, place and family for me. Which of course leads one to further expect that He chose that particular time, place and family for that african orphan or for Paris Hilton. Then I have mornings like this one, where I read about a young girl, abducted at 11 years of age in 1991 to be locked away in shed and raped by her kidnapper only to become pregnant and raise her two children in that very same shed until they were, in turn 11 and 16 years old.

I think of those children who were literally born and raised in a shed. A shed in the backyard of their kidnapper father's house. Where everyone just lives their mundane suburbian lives around them and doesn't even realize that they are there. Could they hear life passing them by? Did they know there was more out there? What did that mother say to those children while they were growing up about their circumstances?

Incredible. That could have very easily been any of us, but it wasn't. It was her and it was them. Why was it them?

I have no idea.


Wow... overthink much? These entries are the ones that I kinda wish I could just erase... only because they are rambling... but I won't do it because its all about the growth, right? So. Yikes.

Emily Post is not my friend.

I hate thank you cards.

Truely, I do.

It is in the opinion of this blogger that they are a completely unecessary and impractical notion. Think of all the occassions that require thank you notes. Weddings, babies, graduations, funerals. Giant, life-altering events that are often times preceeded and proceeded by the most hectic and emotionally exhausting weeks or months or even years of ones life.

Not exactly the perfect set up for thoughtful communication, is it? Furthermore, I have yet to really receive and/or write a seriously meaningful thank you card. For starters, the cards are too darn little; and if you have been blessed with large handwriting (as I have been), that limited space isn't much for lengthy sentiments (and those are the only kinds of sentiments I do). Inevitably, I end up continuing onto the back, because I can't control my rambling in my efforts to fully express my gratitude, and since I write in pen (because pencil is tacky, right?) I can't take that rambling back.

Secondly, they are, in general, impersonal. Honestly, when have you recieved a card that did not contain the following format: Dear (insert name here), thank you so much for the (insert item/s here). I can't wait to use it when I (insert occassion here). It was wonderful to see you at (insert festivity here). Again, thanks. (insert chosen adieu here)?

I mean, come on. The problem I have is that I see a handwritten envelope in my mail box that is typically filled with impersonal bills and commercial junk and my little adolecent note-passer heart leaps, only to have my hopes dashed with a generic thank you note.

Now, I need to stop here and clarify in the event that I have hurt anyone's feelings. That is certaintly not my intention. I appreciate the thought behind thank you notes. The idea is refreshing and polite and wonderfully victorian. Its just that I would sooooo much rather even a random email or facebook comment on my wall then a standardized card that someone was forced by the unforseen ettiquette police (and perhaps the memory of their grandmother and her impeccable manners) to write me.

I bought you the gift because I love you and I care. No need to thank me for that. And if I buy something for someone I barely know, then a card is needed even less. Likely, I forgot I even did it and there is no need for you to go to all the trouble of finding my address on yellowpages.com for something like that.

Which brings me to another point. How crazy difficult it is to find out someones address nowadays! Heavens above, no one under the age of thirty is listed in the phone book and therefore, no one under the age of thrity knows how to navigate those paper wasters anymore anyways. Of course, as aforementioned, you can google someone, but that traverses the way too fine line between inquisitive and creepy. one minute you're researching an address and the next you've got college transcripts and police blotter on your screen. Yikes TMI.

All in the name of ettiquete.

I guess you could say that I am likely writing this out of guilt. After my son was born we were blessed with an overabundance of beauitful gifts and I haven't gotten around to writing even one thank you card. I've thanked many people, personally, but never actually written a word. Baby, full time work and just plain old life has gotten in the way and I hate hate HATE that it is eating me up inside that I haven't begun the monumental task of writing out those small curtesies. And now that its been six loooong months, and I'm frankly embarassed.

So there you have it. Make what you will out of this. But don't expect anything so polite as a thank you from me for reading. Homegirl don't do that kind of thing apparently.

The hardest thing about being a mom...

Being a mom is hard work.

You have to be a superwoman multitasker who can exist while sleep deprived, food deprived and in all seriousness, sanity deprived. No one tells you this because a. You won't believe them, if they did. and b. The human race would fall into extinction. No, moms don't share those kinds of stories (birth stories, of course, are a whole other ball of wax, they're like some right of passage or something. EVERYONE shares the gory details fo their labors, and typically its when you're in own 9th month and therefore too far gone to change your mind. What is WITH that?).

But I'm not going to be like that. I feel there is healing in sharing so here is a tip for all you future moms. Get your babies declawed in the hospital. You read right. Declawed. Like they do to kittens. At least, like they did before animal rights activists stepped in. I mean, really, it can't be worse than circumscision, can it?

Okay, in all seriousness, cutting a newborn's nails is probably the hardest thing I've ever done. Even harder then childbirth. Maybe that's an exaggeration. Maybe not, though, because there is this crazy phenomena that I'd like to call "leaving the hospital memory loss" where the second you roll out those doors in that silly wheelchair with your new bundle, you forget what it felt like to be in labor. Its like the nurses perform some sort of magical memory charm as you are relased (yeah, that was a Harry Potter reference). Just last weekend, I was walking with my husband, whining about rolling my ankle when stepping off a curb (so graceful) and how much it STILL hurt days later and I actually said "I haven't hurt myself like this in years..."

Seriously. I said that. The scar from where they sliced me open and yanked out my nearly 9 lb son is still a brutal red slash- and I'm moaning about a twisted ankle! But, there you have it. A memory charm, I am convinced of it.

ANYWAYS, waaay off topic... Nail trimming is a terrifying experience. I put it off as long as I could before Jonah started to look like he had gotten into a fight a with a feral street cat (and lost, bad). Then, I had to intervene, before DCFS shows up on my porch. NOTE: In case you were wondering, he long ago outgrew all his little mitten-sleepers and socks won't stay on his feet, let alone his hands...

I tried to convince my husband to do it. I mean, I feed him 12 times a day, the least he could do is trim his nails, for crying out loud (btw, Mike is an incredible dad and helps all the time... I might be exaggerating a tad for the sake of the story)! But, Mike gives up after about 20 seconds (That part isn't an exaggeration), which is about as long as his short fuse and big man hands can stand it.

So that leaves me. Have you felt a baby's nails? All that is protecting their poor, unblemished fingertips is this tissue paper thin layer of nail. And they give you these crazy sharp nail trimmers with an obonoxious magnifying glass attached to them (not at all helpful) and you're expected to NOT cut your baby? They (the super mommies on Babycenter.com) tell you to trim while your baby sleeps. But honestly, once Jonah is out, no one, and I mean NO ONE is allowed to touch him. Make all the noise you want, but don't you dare come near him and wake him up! Its the only chance I may have all day to pee and eat a granola bar! And then they say "bite his nails". First of all, that seems a little icky. He sticks his hands in his own poop on a regular occasion. I mean, yeah, that's probably my fault, but c'mon! Second of all, I used to bite my nails for years, and I remember the bloody hangnails that resulted from my chewing. THAT can't be good, either.

So all I've been able to comprimise with is to trim after he's in his post-giant feeding, drunk on warm milk-food coma (post bathtime, for a super drowsy baby!). I tried it last night, and I was successfully able to trim one hand and the thumb off his other hand before he caught on. Better then nothing I suppose, but he still has 4 sharp fingers left and for some reason, they seem to grow in a pointy shape for extra clawing capabilities. I COULD hold him down like they do at the pediatrician, I suppose and just get it over with... but, I'm not quite at that point yet. The whole giving-an-unsuspecting-happy-baby-a-massively-painful-shot process still makes me cry everytime, so I'd prefer to keep it within the confines of the doctor's office.

Thus, Jonah is currently sound asleep in his swing this morning with weapons attached to his tiny chubby fingers, wolverine fashion.

So there you have it, kids. My dillema. Input is, of course, welcome.

Happy Mom's day, everyone!

Further proof, as if you needed any, that I am a dork.

http://http//www.fanfiction.net/community/Good_Completed_Twilight_Fiction/57325/

So I said in my previous entry that I haven't been able to read, and that's not entirely truthful, I haven't been able to read books...

Online fanfiction is another story. I discovered that late night feedings are condusive to internet searching since it only takes one hand to scroll. Really, there isn't much else to do at 12am, 2am and 4 am and I've seen enough shamwow infomercials to last a lifetime. So there. My secret is out. I read fanfiction. Not only do I read it, I read it all the time. Seriously, its addicting! Okay, so some stories are much higher quality then others. Some are just plain smut- though I have learned through trial and error to typically avoid the "M" for mature setting- PG 13 all the way for my little modest heart. Not to mention, its pretty disconcerting to read something over the top, only to find out it was written by a 14 year-old (for real, this happened to me. It was probably the most vulgar thing I've EVER read and when I checked her profile, it was all tennis practice and homework troubles! Talk about embarassing...)

Anyways, I've kind of got it down to a science. Thus far, I've traversed into the Twilight and Harry Potter fanfiction universe. (surprised? I think not.) When reading Twilight, I tend to favor AH, AU, T rating, Canon Pairings, Completed fic. Translated into non-dorky language, that is All-human, alternate universe, teen rating, typical romantically involved couples (learned this one after reading one too many Edward/Jasper, Carlisle/Bella pairings. I mean, really, let's not be ridiculous. Bella would NEVER stomp on Esme that way!), and completed stories (nothing worse the reading something that never was completed by the author. Probably because they got grounded or something. Yeah, I said it. ) Truelly, I hate to read anything that messes with the original story line, so I nix the vampires, which basically makes the stories a typical chic flic, only, online. Again, not surprising when you consider who we're talking about here. You all know my slight obsession with chic flic. I heart happy endings and pink book covers.

As far as the Harry Potter fanfic goes, I am much less open. I read only Post-DH (Deathly Hallows, so we're typically talking Harry/Ginny epilogue) or James and Lilly stories. Only the stuff my girl, JK Rowling, never touched on. Nothing sacred, of course.

And there's some good stuff out there! I doubt any of you are nerdy enough to be interested, but if you are, let me know and I'll make some recommendations. I have hours of sorting through the crazy, out of control world that is fanfiction, behind me!

I know what you are probably thinking, and I have yet to be tempted to write my own... though if I ever make that journey, you will all be first in line to know. It takes much less time to read them to write at this point and time is precious!

Plus, it is one thing to read fanfic, its an entirely other thing to actually write it... a whole 'nother level of "odd duck" and I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet.

PS I'm not THAT bad. My uber cool, ultra intelligent younger PhD program little brother was into warcraft a while back and confessed to me that one night, while playing online, his "partner" had to logg off because "his mom was calling him" (for real) and rather then feeling stupid for playing with an a little guy, he was actually dissapointed because he was losing a good partner!

PPS Don't tell Jonah what a total nerd his mom is. I already have Mike rolling his eyes at me. Although, he's not much better HE watches fishing videos online. Poor, poor Jonah...

She's back!

Well, well, well... look who's back!

Okay, I know. Its been a ridiculously long time, but I have a reasonable excuse and I promise to give my most sincere effort to not let this long of a lag in blog entries happen ever again...

That being said, I would like my first effort in returning to the wonderful world of blogging to be an ode to my last entry, done 8 weeks prior to Jonah's birth (which will be referred to from this point on as PJ, as in "pre-Jonah". For obvious reasons, we won't use "before-Jonah".) (if it isn't obvious, that's just fine. forget I mentioned it.) This was actually inspired by Jess- whose little guy was born a month P-J, and who's been a late night life saver on my facebook messanger a time or two. Thanks, Jess.

Things I can't do anymore (8 weeks after Jonah):

1. Go to the bathroom with the door closed. Please, oh please don't let my neighbors ever see me pee!
2. Take a shower longer then 7 and a half minutes (for real, I think that's my personal best)
3. Button my old jeans... which is odd because...
4. Eat three, make that two square meals a day. I subsist on cheese-its and "dark chocolate and nuts trail mix" bars by Nature Valley.
5. Watch an entire episode of anything except cooking shows. For some reason my son LOVES cooking shows. Lydia's Italy is his current fav. He loves the butter and carbs, just like his momma.
6. Wash my hands enough. I mean it, be careful when you shake my hands, you have no idea if I had the chance to soap up after a diaper change! And chances are, I have no idea either.
7. Get grossed out from poop. Honestly, I hardly even notice and there's been some real doosies!
8. Talk in a normally-pitched voice. Its getting higher and higher every day. I can't help it! He smiles more the squeakier I go!
9. Listen to obnoxiously loud, angry music in the car. Its all baby einstein travel tunes and lifehouse these days. Yes, Erin Hahn, music snob extroidinaire, listens to plinky motzart performed with annoying yet oddly comforting, whistles and xylaphones.
10. Remember to take care of myself. A big ol "Amen" to Jess' comment about brushing teeth. I'd add to that: shaving my legs, washing my make up off at the end of the day (if I even put it on), lotioning up, deoderant (I have some strategically placed all over, in case I notice I forgot. In fact, I have chewing gum all over, too... in case I forget to brush my teeth and lotion in the car, for when I forget that, too. That just leaves shaving, which, lets face it, was a lost cause P-J, anyways.)
11. Go right to sleep without checking "just one more time" that he's still breathing.
12. Carry a purse. That was a biggie for me, only because I used to LOVE handbags of all shapes and sizes. Now the only size is LARGE and it contains all Jonah parephenelia and my chapstick.
13. Look in to my son's smiling face and NOT see his father, or vice versa. And I love that.
14. Read a book! Seriously, did you ever think I would say that? I can kind of read, just its in very small stints and only when Jonah is asleep and Mike isn't around... I imagine I will work out something eventually. Harry Potter movie this summer and Twilight movie next fall... I'll need to reread and prep for those...
15. Remember what it was like to not be a mom and totally in love with my little boy... but that's okay.

At any rate, there are lots of things I can't do, but they seem very minimal in the grand Jonah-filled picture, if you want to know the truth. I live each day in a crazy, multitasking blur, but its essentially all done in order for me to be able to freeze time for just a bit and watch Jonah smile and coo for his mom. And that, readers, is completely worth all of it.