Sick!

Stink-eye

We have learned some new tricks in the Pruitt houeshold. And by "we" I mean "Jesalyn," but I guess that's a given nowadays right?  Anyway, she now knows some of her body parts.  We've been trying to work on this for a while now.  She knows where her eyes, nose, ears, feet, and belly are.  This kid thinks that belly's are the coolest thing.  And don't get her started on her belly button.  You ask her where that it and she immediately lifts her shirt and points to it and then she wants to go to everybody in the room and find their belly button (you are now forewarned.)  

I have taught her to hug.  Oh my goodness, it is the sweetest thing in the whole world.  She puts both arms around your neck and squeezes, just the right amount of pressure. Like she's giving you a hug, not trying to suffocate you =)  This is a pretty big deal for Jesalyn.  She has never been much of a snugglie baby.  She's much too busy to sit with you or lay on your shoulder, so for her to give you a hug, it just wants to melt you into a pile of chocolate on the floor.  

Another trick is she is still not eating.  Oh....wait....that's not a trick???   Right, that's just something she is doing to drive us completely crazy!  I'm seriously not exaggerating.  The only meal she will eat now is breakfast.  And that's because we give her something carby (e.g. biscuits, waffles...)  For the rest of the day she won't eat.  All she wants is crackers and milk.  She won't even eat her baby food anymore (which was always our backup if she didn't want what we gave her.)  I don't know if I've mentioned this, but she is getting four teeth in at once, four!! So, here's to crossing my fingers that once those molars come in she will get her appetite back. *please, let her get her appetite back!* 

By far, the funniest thing she has learned is what we call the "stink-eye." I don't know how to explain it without showing you.  It's the look you give someone when your mad at them.  Except she's not mad, she just thinks it's funny.  She'll give it to you and then flash you this big smiley grin. It's hillarious.  I've been trying to get a picture of her but she doesn't like to perform on demand like I want her to.  I finally got one, but it's not in focus and the lightings not the best, but it will have to do. So, just picture this 10 times better okay?

Just Because

Stress Induced Crazy

If you are friends with me on facebook, you may or may not have seen my post last week about "The Great Remote Control Search" underway in our household.  We've always had a problem, as I'm sure most households do, with keeping our remote control in one place.  It just always seems to turn up missing. I remember one time, about a year after we've been married it turned up lost. I mean, big time lost.  We searched and searched and just couldn't find it.  We ended up going out and buying a new one.  About a year later, I'm not exaggerating on this, I found it laying at the bottom of one of my laundry baskets.  *heres a some insight to one of my vices that not too many people know about.* I hardly ever fold my socks and put them in my drawer.  Because I wear sandals (aka flip flops) pretty much all year round, I never really need socks, except when I'm running and have my running shoes on.  So, I have one laundry basket that is full of random, un-put-together socks.  Underneath all these socks is where I found the remote control after all that time.  

For years, Jarrod has said that we just needed to tie the stinkin' remote down.  That way we will always know where it's at.  Yes, it sounds like a good idea but seriously, who ties their remote control down. We are adults here and that just sounds ridiculous.  Doesn't it?  Well, after last weeks huntdown for the remote control, probably paired with the stress of not finding a job yet and watching Jesabear all week, he finally broke down and did it. I came home from work to this:

 As silly as it is, I always know where the remote is now, and (don't tell him this) but it's kind of nice =)

In other news, Jesalyn has now learned how to climb into her rocking chair in her room.  She is still living up to that monkey name I gave her.  She climbs up into it and rocks for a while, and climbs back down.  I found her in her room the other day just sitting there so proud of herself for what she had done. 

**for those of you wondering, where we ended up finding the remote control last week: it was in the couch, where we had previously looked probably four times. =) **

CMA Quotes

I don't know if y'all watched the CMA's last night, but being from Nashville, it's kind of a big deal.  And not only do we watch it here, but we all talk/text/facebook/twitter about it while it's going on.  The following are some quotes from last night festivities.

"Why are the CMA's using the Star Trek symbol??"

"Man, Reba's boobs are huge!"

after Taylor Swift's Song "Back to December"

"I understand you're singing the word December over and over but the hook is 'I fell in love with you in the fall' how about some leaves?"

"Only Beyonce can do Beyonce."

"Kid Rock may be born free but he wasn't born Nashville.  They can have him back!"

"I'm over "I need you now" like I'm over Taylor Swift....Soooo over"

"I just cannot change the channel yet because I like seeing all the movie stars."

The names are not added to protect the privacy of the people who said them.   Feel free to add some of your own quotes from last night.

Food Schmood!

Okay, I’m begging reaching out for help here.  I’ve told you all that Jesalyn is a picky eater.  It’s getting to the point that Jarrod and I don’t know what to even feed here anymore.  Yesterday, all she ate, food wise, was a biscuit with jelly on it and part of a banana.  She munched on gold fish once.  So what did she fill up on?  Milk.  All this child wants is milk.  She won’t eat anything.  I tried giving her some corn, she ate 5 pieces and then spit the rest out.  I tried some of our pasta we ate for supper.  Ate 4 bites and wanted nothing to do with the rest.  She will normally eat bananas but only wanted half yesterday.  Maybe she’s coming down with a cold or something and just isn’t hungry but we are getting desperate.  I need any and all ideas y’all might have fixed for you little ones that they liked to eat.

 

Keeping it real...

I'm feeling very pensive today (I also think I'm getting over a bug or something.  Do the two relate? )
I woke up this morning and just laid staring at the ceiling.  I have today off so I wasn't in the "crap, I overslept!" state that I normally am in.  Jarrod was still sleeping and Jesalyn was in her bed stirring just slightly.  She wasn't awake yet, but I knew she would be in the next 20 minutes, so I just laid there thinking.  What I was thinking was "Am I happy with where I am in life?" Whoa, that's one of the big questions.  That's like a question you ask when your going through "the mid-life crisis" deal.   I'm here to tell you that there is a mid-mid-life crisis that most people go through.  In this crisis, your not tempted to go spend your life savings on a teeny tiny sports car (mostly because you don't have a life savings yet,) or to go and get a tatoo on your lower back to prove your still young.  No, this mid-mid-life crisis is after you've graduated from college/high school and have been in a job for a while and you stop to think "is this what I want to do for the rest of my life."  When you think of a career you don't normally think of changing jobs several times so you want to make sure your doing what you love.  Now, don't get me wrong, I like my job, I like the people there and the work isn't so bad, but am I going to spend the next 30 years there? Possibly.  I could do it.  There are definitely positions above me that I could work my way up to.  But do I wake up every morning knowing that I am living out my passion?  That I am helping people become better??  No.  All I can say is that I'm paying my bills by doing something that I don't hate.  Is that enough???

We are still in an apartment.  Don't get me wrong, there are days when I know that houses and nice cars are just...things.  What makes life joyous are the people inside those things, and the love that fills it.  And I know that it takes time to be able to save for a home, but at the same time, there are days when I don't care. I want a home. I want to have a place that Jesalyn can grow up in.  When she's older she can say "I grew up there" and be pointing to one place not several different places.

This mid-mid-life crisis is also a struggle with leaving the younger self aside and "growing up" if you will.  When you have a child, this pretty much finalizes it. No, they don't tell you this in Lamaze class or "What to Expect When Your Expecting" but since we are keeping it real....  I don't have to, but I will preface this with saying I love my baby girl more than anything on this planet. She is my world!  But, when you have a child, it's not so easy to just leave and go out for the night with friends.  There is a part of me that wants to "hang with the girls" a night or two a week.  It's hard to establish strong friendships with people when you're only available one night a month.  Yes, I could just do it, go out, but since I don't see Jesalyn all day while I'm at work, my only time to spend time with her is at night.  I would gladly miss any night out to see that sweet little smile looking up at me, or hear that amazing laugh she has, but it's hard not having any close friends near me (outside of my husband of course.)   I guess I need some mommy friends, or a babysitter.  That's the thing about living in a city with no relatives...no babysitters.  Jarrod and I don't even get to go out together. 

These are just some of the things that have been on my mind lately.  I hope it made sense.  And if it didn't, at least it felt good to get it out.  Thanks for listening =)