What does Eva have in common with Frankenstein?

Watch the vid and see. If I didn't know better I'd say she learned how to walk from watching that classic 1974 Gene Wilder flick, Young Frankenstein. Do you see the resemblance???? Oh yeah and I finally have a walker at the ripe old age of 14 months 3 weeks. Can I get a WOOOOT?!?!?!?

Baby...box!"

I've often wondered how many times a kid would actually do *insert repetitive game activity that makes them laugh here* in a row if the mamma didn't get tired of it and move onto another activity. I've always suspected it would be upwards near "a lot"! Today I had some time to kill (about 8 hours) and decided to find out.

Eva and I were playing with her toy door thingie that looks like the front of a house. It has a door, door bell, window, flower pot, mailbox, the whole 9. She adores it. We figured out that if we put her baby (not a real baby of course) in the mailbox and make it disappear she'd crack right up. Here's my chance to run my experiment since daddy and I gave up the other night putting the cookie jar lid on daddys head after about 17 times. Wouldn't you know it took 34 times for her to get bored of the "Baby Box" game before she crawled through the door and moved onto something else. 34 is a lot but not nearly as many as I imagined. I imagined myself sitting there at 5:30 when daddy came home with tears in my eyes and a cramp in my shoulder putting the baby in the box and eva cracking up everytime. In the future I vow to have a little more patience and ride these activities out longer until she grows tired of them.

As an aside, someone remind me not to leave Eva out front by the real mailbox when the real baby comes along.

Elephants

now have my most undying respect and admiration. Not only do they birth a 265 pound baby elephant but they a have a 22 month gestation period!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just can't fathom..... Major props go out to Mrs. Dumbo and all of her sisters.

Here I am 8 months pregnant and already writing up the eviction notice for Jr. Everyone keeps telling me it's good that the baby stay in there as long as it needs to but guess what folks....I just don't see it that way. We've officially reached the threshold where it is better for us all if I become a single occupancy person once again. Alright, Alright, I'm considered full term in one week so I'm willing to give "shim" that much more time in there. After that bring on the castor oil and nipple tweaking because it's so on!!!!!

What's worse than

a stomach virus? A stomach virus at 8 months pregnant!!! Blech.... All I have to say is thank god for Marc and for his outside sales job that affords him the opportunity to stay home and give me a break in an emergency. I don't know how much tv my kid would have watched today had he not been here. Blech...did I mention that?

Nummy

One of the great things about having your very technically inclined mother babysit for you is the play by play you recieve through out the day. A typical day includes an email exchange that goes like this:

-10:00 AM "She pooped"
-10:30 AM "We played with a puzzle"
-11:00 AMm "She's napping"
- 1:00 PM "She's up"
-1:30 PM "we just played in her car"
-4:00 PM "We're watching Judge Judy"

And if I'm really lucky sometimes along with the narrtive comes a picture. Today I was lucky. Lunch is called "Nummy" in my house. Today for Nummy we had leftover penne a la vodka.... in the buff!!!!

Momnesia

You know you're off when you go to make your kid scrambled eggs and cheese for lunch and you crack the egg on the side of the bowl, dump the egg in the garbage and throw the shell in the pan.

Momnesia is defined by Dr. Louann Brizendine as a "state of the female brain that is a bit forgetful after she’s had a baby". I don't know for a fact but I am assuming that Momnesia is exponentially worse with each child you have. So, right now I'm probably hoovering right around the second tier of momnesia and getting closer to the threshold with each passing week. I can't wait to see what's in store for me and my kids and my gray matter when baby #2 makes his or her way into the world next month!

Beep Beep Beep

The glorious sound of the coffee pot signaling it's ready to help me start my day. It's usually accompanied by a yapping toddler, the creak of my back and knees and the sound of Marc looking for all of his "going out the door essentials" (wallet, keys, phone, headset) and it shushes them all!

It's even more glorious when I remember to set it up at night and I get to hear it minutes before all of that other stuff. One day I'll have one of those master bathrooms that has a coffee pot station like you only see on TV. Until then the only thing I hassle with before the "Beep Beep Beep" is the stairs... everything else can wait.

The first day of the rest of the life of a Lif

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My first blog ever!!!!! This is my first official blog post and on my mind is the name of my blog. It's gonna take some time to get used to, I suppose. It took me a while to come up with that blog name and as soon as I saved it I excitedly told Marc (my hubby) about it and he made a face like he was drinking sour milk. I guess he thinks it's lame.

Lif happens to be a common nickname for our bunked up last name and what we're thinking of changing our last name to as a gift to our children.

Everyone calls us Lif. Marc is LIF, I'm LadyLIF or Mrs.LIF or C-LIF or CLIFF or Chrissy LIF, our daugther is BabyLif or EvaLIF and collectively we're The LIF's.

Now pray tell what could be more fitting????