Tagged

Busca tagged me on her blog, and since I'm at a complete loss on how to do any kind of 'New Years' post, this seemed like a great idea:

i am: blogging, when I should be showering, because the two year old is playing with her kitchen, and the baby is napping, and it's 10AM.
i know: I'm gonna regret this later when I'm still unwashed this afternoon.
i want: my basement to be magically unpacked. By elves. Or helpful woodland creatures. Or by hired help, I don't really care, as long as the next time I go down there it's organized and there's no sign of cardboard boxes.
i have: lost the preferred parent distinction during the night from Annie. The last several nights, if she wakes up (um, when she wakes up is more accurate), we hear, "Daddy! Daddy! I need you!" Or, when she comes into our room, she walks around the bed, to the other side of the room, to her Daddy where she whimpers, "Daddy, I want you to pick me up."
i hate: sexual predators disguising themselves as 'business people.' That seems random, but I tried calling Toys R Us the other day to change an order, and when I dialed 888 instead of 800 (or vice versa) I was shocked to have some velvet-voiced tramp coo and moan all manner of suggestive dialogue. (OK, I'm an idiot, but my initial thought was, "This seems like a REALLY inappropriate 'on hold' commercial for hamburgers for a toy store hotline . . . did Carls Jr. hire Paris Hilton again? . . . oh, that's not about hamburgers! OH! [CLICK!]" If you're gonna peddle porn, fine, that's your prerogative . . . but if you're trying to 'catch' people who were trying to reach Disney websites, toy stores or doing random google searches, than it ain't business, it's predatory. And often aimed at children. And that's just wrong.
i miss: the holidays already. I feel like with the move I missed just 'basking' in the holiday goodness that is December.
i feel: pleased, but uncomfortable. Annie was done playing with her kitchen, so she came upstairs, dragging a blanket, pillow and baby bear, and curled up on my lap in front of the computer. It's a very crowded office chair now, but I love the cuddling.
i hear: Annie saying, "Actually Mom, I'd rather watch Dumbo," as she's staring at the Dumbo DVD sticking out of the side of my Mac. (She now uses the words "actually" and "definitely" whenever humanely possible.)
i smell: the stench of a poopy diaper escaping the plastic bag it was wrapped tightly in. I live a glamorous life. I'll be right back . . . I need to run out this trash!
i crave: one night of uninterrupted sleep.
i search: for the game Partini for as cheap as I bought it before Christmas for my sister . . . so far, no luck.
i love: when Greg has time off work. I love how we get to spend the whole day together smack dab in the middle of the week. Even if nothing gets done around the house. I wish he had today off.
i always: regret when I raise my voice to my toddler. I wish I had more patience some days and I wish she would sleep more and not be so grumpy.
i believe: family is the key to happiness.
i sing: all the time with Annie. Not well, and not around anyone else (well, Greg and Ellie), but all the time. All day long. I think this is why my daughter will end up earning her living as a troubadour, since she already spends her entire day, dancing around the house while narrating her life through song.
i write: to express myself, to record our history for my daughters, to amuse/entertain/enlighten/question/debate/engage people. To keep sane.
i lose: baby weight. Oh no, wait, that would only work if it was i wish i'd lose. Only two more months until I can't consider it baby weight anymore, and it's just extra weight I'm personally responsible for losing without getting to blame pregnancy. (Wait, is it 'nine months on-nine months off', or do I get a whole year? Either way, I need to start working harder on this.)
i win: Settlers of Catan each and every time I play it. Which is why I've retired from the game, undefeated.
i never: stick to my guns in the middle of the night when the kids want to cuddle/nurse to fall back asleep . . . at 3AM I'm in survival mode, whatever gets me back to sleep the quickest goes.
i listen: best when I shut up. And right now I'm listening to the sounds of paper rustling from the bathroom . . . I'll be right back, Annie's just unrolled pretty much an entire thing of paper towels all over the bathroom . . .
i am scared: of screwing up my kids.