Dreams and mortgage whining

I have strange dreams every night. I used to talk about them all the time, but anymore I don't bother unless there's one that really upsets me.

Last night Spencer decided he didn't want to back to sleep when he woke up at 3am after nearly tearing off my nipple when he ate, so we hung out watching television until after 7am, at which time he finally dozed back off and I was able to go back to sleep. I dreamt that Autumn was down, and she and I and Joy were hanging out together. It was stormy, like it was on Sunday, and the sky was dark all day. We were having lunch that Joy cooked and Autumn was lecturing me very angrily that I need to thank Joy for all she's done for me and invite her back to my house for dinner, and I was saying that I have thanked Joy and that I'm grateful but that I can't bring her back to my house for dinner because I don't have a house. I was crying a lot in the dream. After all that I was driving them somewhere in the middle of the night and I fell asleep at a traffic light and it took four hours to get from somewhere South County to Palm Harbor. The traffic lights were out and there were burned cars in intersections that I had to keep maneuvering around.

I also kept losing Spencer, and then when I'd find him he'd be in his car seat at the bottom of an empty pool, the seat on its side and two inches of water in the pool from the rain.


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More mortgage woes; the market is so bad in Florida that they make it near impossible to get a mortgage. I'm going to have an ulcer by the time this is done.

MyHeritage: Look-alike Meter - Pedigree - Geneology

ahhh ... mmmm ....

Well, I've never seen a $258 check before, but there it was. Not that it was all ours and it was definitely worth the money ... just not every day. Ceviche was amazing, as always.

We went with Acie/Tom and Steph/George and had a delightful time. There were stuffed artichokes, duck with chocolate sauce, mushrooms, veal meatballs, fillet, goat cheese (ahh, let me remember the goat cheese), olives, pancheta (sp?), sangria, creme brulee, almond croissants ... we didn't order smart which is what ran our bill up, but everything was so good it was worth it. We don't do that often. We went to the new Tampa location since they moved down Howard in SoHo as the races were going on in St. Pete and we figured it would be crazy down there. The new location is beautiful (although I never went to the old location in Tampa) but there's still something I like about the St. Pete one a little better - the packed seating, the waiter whose accent is so thick you can't understand but love to hear him recite the menu options ... next time we go back, we make reservations afterward for the dessert room at Bern's since it's two blocks away. Mmmm .... I'm already salivating again.

Oh, and the boy was on his best behavior. He didn't sleep through much of the meal but he hung out and relished being adored. He did scream all the way home, but such is life. I'm getting used to him doing that to me -- when he's done in the car, he's done and it doesn't matter how far from home you are. He doesn't want to be in the seat anymore. This is three times. At least he is on good behavior around others; I can deal with the crying every once in awhile.

Knights in White Satin

My brother and I keep talking about old songs that I love and he makes fun of. Of which he makes fun. Whatevs. This is from the boy whose favorite song is Blinded By the Light. His second favorite song is something from Der Toten Hosen. Yes, we're a highly eclectic family. Just because between Christen and I we know all the words to Bust a Move, it's nothing to be embarassed by when we sing along in public.

He insists that Blue Oyster Cult is considered metal. How can they be? There's melody there.

Anywho, the bebe slept 8 hours straight last night. I only woke up because my boobs hurt, and Christen was getting him back to sleep because he had gotten a little restless and I told him I needed to feed him. Pronto. So I did and he went back to sleep for another 2 1/2 hours. What is this every other night thing?

Right now he's being a cranky babe, so maybe that will mean he'll be in good spirits when we meet Acie/Tom and Steph/George for dinner at Ceviche. So excited for that!

It's 11:28pm -- do you know where your kids are?

I should be sleeping, like the snoring oaf next to me (yes, that's my husband. he snores like a champ). But I'm not, obviously. Why not? Who knows.

I need a baby carrier. We have a Baby Bjorn, but it's so hot and uncomfortable (Christen likes it; he can keep it). I have a sling that was made for me too, but I can't seem to get used to it; it makes me feel like I'm smothering the kid. After seeing Joy's, I think I want one of those Mai Tai carriers like this:


But I don't want to pay $90 for it. Any ideas? I want one with very little padding because I get so hot with those things, but the Birdman seems to be obsessed with being carried lately and it would be a lot easier on my back, I'm sure.

So I had to be out of the house today for at least three hours while the bugman was here, and Ann and I went to brunch at Nicki's ... very good. I only had the fruit platter because I was overwhelmed with choices, but everything looked good (even Ann's hash, and yuck - it was hash) so I will have to go back and try something real. After that Spencer and I went to Kohl's to get some more work clothes for me ... does anybody else's kid hate dressing rooms? He would be fast asleep and as soon as I got into the dressing room he would be awake and crying. Bastard. hehe, not really though :)

Anyhow, I really must get some sleep while the rest of the house is slumbering as well. And by the rest of the house I really mean Spencer - he's the only one who counts, right? I wonder if I could smother Christen to get him to stop snoring, just long enough for me to get to sleep.

On a side note ...

Did anyone see How I Met Your Mother last night? The Doogie reference at the end was priceless.

That is all. I sleep now.

It's 6am I must be dreaming

I’m not sure that what I had to go through last night was worth tonight’s bliss, but I’ll take it. Spencer and I had a marvelous time yesterday. We met the girls for girls’ lunch at Panera and it was delish -- it’s been a long time since I had Panera ... mmm, mmm good. Spencer was good fun and the girls took turns holding him and getting him to laugh.

Then we met Theresa and Alexa and baby Cash at the Ruby Tuesday’s in Tyrone and I had dessert (I didn’t mean to but boy was it good - strawberries and ice cream on this ridiculously-sized puff pastry that I didn’t chow into). After eating they took turns holding him through the mall and making him laugh, and then we went to the new Old Navy which now looks like every other teeny bopper store instead of the old warehouse style. It looks really good, but I’m mostly excited that they have new clothes that are super cute. I’m less excited that it seems like they have less sales. We shall see.

After that we went back to Tree’s house (hehe, treehouse ...) and hung out with the baby boys (Theresa got some cute pics of the boys ... Tree, I need those pics ) and had dinner which was also muy delicioso (do I care if my foreign spelling is right? I think not).

The problem was Spencer maybe slept a total of 1/2 hour the whole day ... 10 minute breaks in the car and a brief catnap at Tree’s, so on the 45 minute drive home which included a brief interlude at CompUSA to make an exchange, he screamed bloody freaking murder. I changed him in the uber-sketchy parking lot of CompUSA just in case that was his issue (it wasn’t) and held him for a few minutes outside the car which didn’t really help, but mostly he screamed. You know when he fell asleep? about 45 seconds before we got home. On a side note, we were listening to NPR all the way home to preserve my sanity and drowned him out and the one time he stopped crying was when the dude was talking between songs. Maybe I need a recording of that guy.

But we got home around 9:15pm, and I fed him as much as his little belly would hold and he slept ... from about 9:45 until 5am. 5am! That’s more than 7 hours! Christen woke me up at 4:30 and goes "I haven’t heard him, do you think he’s okay? Should we wake him???" but I had heard him make sleep noises here and there so I convinced him not to wake him, and he woke at 5am for food and changing. I’m pretty sure he’s back asleep now (I’ve been trying to keep myself awake for a few minutes after putting him down in case I have to get back up to insert pacifier) so I’m going to catch a few more zzz’s because he’ll be up between 7:30 and 8 and I doubt he’ll go back to sleep then. Toodles!

BTW, SwaddleMe+White Noise+Sleep Positioner= a great night’s sleep!