Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Cardboard Milk and Billy Mays

As I age (not that I do at all, I actually stopped at 23), I have this quirk that gets more and more pronounced. I am a SUCKER for anything infomercial. Well, not anything... maybe. When I can't sleep during the night, I turn on the TV and watch infomercials. They are the most conducive to sleep because they don't have laugh tracks and the sound in general is pretty even. But every once in awhile I get hooked. Back in my 23ish days I was a shopaholic something FIERCE, I have come a long way. Pretty sure Mr. Larsen would not have married me if I hadn't. Anyway, so in my sleep deprived state at three o'clock in the morning Billy Mays is hypnotic. He says I need a topsy turvy tomato hanger, done. Those cool purses that have the changeable magnetic outsides, done. Mighty Puddy, done. The Mendit, done. Slice-it, chop-it, whatever-it, done. I have decided that it might be best to not sleep with my wallet and phone next to my bed. I mean I wake up in the morning and know tha I for sure don't need it, but Billy uses his conniving ways in the middle of the night. I almost feel like I am cheating on Mr. L with Billy
In totally depressing news, the Doctor thinks Mack might be allergic to cow milk. Wrong. Sick. Twisted. Turn. Of. Events. Crapper, this is only day four without me eating or drinking anything with cow's milk, and this is agony. I know I can do it, I am a firm believer in breast is best (so is Mr. Larsen, but for different reasons) but this does kinda stink. So I am trying to adapt to soy milk (i.e. cardboard milk- same color, same taste.) Wish me luck and if anyone has any good dairy free tips, recipes, whatever, let me know!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Smarter than a Stroller

So I have been trying to figure out the whole Mama thing. I think I am doing fairly well but man, I am super slow when it comes to a few things. We never did figure out the Diaper Genie, even with a very detailed video from a very thoughtful Brooke. THANK YOU! So replacing the crap stupid genie, is a garbage bag with poopy diapers in zip locks. I guess it will do.
I have decided to set some goals for myself everyday to try to be more with it.
#1 I have decided that I can only wear my black four sizes too big comfy pants, only in our home and Momma J's. They are disgustingly big and I trip over them constantly.
#2 Shower everyday and do the hair and makeup even if I am just staying at home. I don't want to stink like breast milk and poop everyday.
#3 And last but not least I make our bed.
So anyway, I decided this week that I needed to go to Jordan Landing to get some new clothes for Mack. (He is TALL! My three month old is fitting perfectly height wise into six month old clothing. But he is too skinny to fill them out.) I pack in our stroller and load Mack into the car. I have to say I was feeling good that day. I got dressed in something other then jeans and my white hoodie and took to the road. This was really the first time that I had used our stroller. (Which AMAZING, thanks Merisa!)
The stroller in the store was great. Mack was chill looking around, and my maneuvering was exceptional. We got done shopping and I loaded the Mister back into the car and went to put the stroller down. What the crap? I can't for the LIFE of me figure out how to take it down. At first I giggled. I normally don't really care what people think, and I don't get embarrassed easily. I fiddled with EVERYTHING on that stupid thing. Then the embarrassment set in. All of these moms were walking by and I couldn't figure out how to put down my stupid stroller. Come on have pity on a fool, couldn't one of them stop to help me? I looked desperately around for anyone to help me. Tara? I knew she lives in South Jordan, it's not West Jordan but maybe she was here. Eric's Aunt Nan? Come on anyone?
I got so stinkin' frustrated, that finally I decided to pick up the whole stroller and load it into the pack of the Pilot. I mean after all, the Pilot can comfortably house eight. The stroller is a jogging stroller and a little heavy, but I heaved it up and hit the sides of the trunk. For the love, it wouldn't fit! Meanwhile it is so stinkin windy out there, Mack is crying in the car, and I have stroller grease or whatever on my cute shirt. I slammed down the stroller, saying a few words under my breath, when lo and behold, I see the "collapse" button. What the? How did I miss this in my thorough examination? I push the button and easy as could be the stroller collapses. Will this get any easier?

Hunk of Deliciousness

Check out this hunk of a man. Yup, I don't need Tom Sellick, I have my own moustache sporting hottie! I thought about Magnum him up. Big E would look FANTASTIC in a hawaiin print shirt, aviator sunglasses and super short shorts. We had a good giggle over this and it helped me pay homage to all hot men with the staches. BJ Honeycut, Tom Sellick well, the list might end there. I saw a glimpse of Magnum, but then I realized E has never looked more like his Dad.

And I'm Movin' Out (You Know the Billy Joel Song)

The Larsen Fam is moving! I am kinda bummed and sad about it, but I am SO excited to have a house. As far as all of the moving crap is going: We are trying to sell the condo ourselves. We can't move into a house until we do sell. There will possibly be some transition time at Momma J's. And we would love to stay around this area. So if you know anyone looking to move into a super sweet condo, let us know. We are going to miss all of our friends around here, but we are not going far! Here are some of the pics we took of the condo.