Happy Halloween!

First, let me tell a spooky and true story:

Yesterday I was laying in bed nursing Dagan, when I heard the message tone on my phone beep. I'm thinking it's probably Mike, texting me. After I can release myself from Dagan, I get up and check. Not a text message, but a voice mail. Huh, I didn't hear my phone ring. I check the message. You have one new voice mail, sent today, at 1pm, or whatever. Nothing. Dead air. To save your message, press 9. Blah blah whatever you get at the end of a voicemail. Then I check to see if I have any missed calls. Nope. I had a ghost message! Nobody called me, and they left a message...

Anyway, on to more fun things. Today after a dress up Stroller Strides class we had a Halloween party! Dagan fell asleep in the Jeep on the way there, but I woke him up so he could play! He ran the whole time. He didn't want to eat any of the snacks, or stay in one spot. He wanted to see what was going on with everyone. Without further ado, here are some super cute pictures!

His costume is a dragon/dinosaur type thing. So, he's Dagan-saurus Rex. He does not like the hood. At all. He spent most of the time running away from me, and I was super lucky to get the pictures that I did, because he was constantly on the move. The bummer thing is, my batteried died half-way through the party. He had a hug smile on his face the whole time, and was laughing and hollering and having rear-end loads of fun. At noon they brought in this guy called music mike. He looked and sounded like he was just taking a break from smoking a little weed to sing to the kids. I didn't really care for him, but the other kids seemed to like him. Dagan didn't give a rat's behind. He was busy playing with a water bottle and some little girl's shoe.

He's on the move, look out!

After the party, he was all tuckered out, and fell asleep in the Jeep on the way home. He's still asleep.

Oops.... I did it again!

I am the official recipient of the "bonehead of the year" award. I was doing laundry last night and scooped up Mike's clothes from out by the hot tub. As I was transferring the clothes from the washer to the dryer, Mike's cell phone fell out. He had it outside when we were in the hot tub, and didn't bring it in. Like a bonehead, I didn't check pockets, etc. or the pile of clothes. I just dumped it all into the washing machine. This is the second time I have sent his phone through the washer. Neither time did the phone survive. So I am off to AT&T to hopefully get an upgrade on the dead phone.

Happy Anniversary to me!

Today Mike and I celebrated our 3 year anniversary! Yea! Since I don't have a job, we didn't do anything super special. We had pizza and wine. I can't believe it has been 3 years already. It seems like only yesterday...

The place it all happened: The Craftwood Inn, Manitou Springs, Colorado

Here are some photos of this day, 3 years ago.

This is me getting ready with my mom.

Mike getting ready with a steaming cup of joe.

My fantastic brother and sister.

Mike, Grandma Helen, and Don

Cathy, Jinny, Ashley, Mom, me and Mike

Mmmm. Cake.

Ok, seriously tired of uploading pictures. I'm sure you all get the gist...

It has been a fabulous 3 years. We moved across the country, got new jobs, had a fantastic baby. In cast you're not sure what he looks like, here's a picture of him:
Dang he's cute! And cranky. I'd best be tending to the little munchkin now...

Tag! I'm it!

My turn! (Whitney, I stole the pic from your post ;) )

Ok, since I've now been tagged by Mom and Whitney and Dagan is napping, here it goes...

1) I never buy enough cheese. Seriously, we go through so much cheese in my house, it's amazing. I'll think we have enough and then I'll have to tell Mike he can't have crackers and cheese as a snack for bed because I need what we have left for dinner the next night. We really like the cheese.

2) I really want my boys to grow up to be hockey players (sorry Mom). Yes, I know it can be a violent sport, but that's OK. When was the last time you heard about a hockey player being arrested for drugs? Domestic violence? Random memorabilia robbery and kidnapping?? That's what I thought.

3) I really like cloth diapers. Really. Yeah, it's kind of a pain that you have to dump the poo and wash them, but it sure beats spending a small fortune every month on disposables. I have been taking advantage of the California sunshine and drying them on the line. That's all about to change as the rainy season is on the way, but oh well.

4) I have absolutley no control when it comes to cookies. I have got to stop baking!!!!!!!!

5) I also talk too much. Now that I don't have a job and the only person I have to talk to every day is Dagan, poor Mike gets his ears gabbed off. If I happen to call Mom or Dad or some random friend, all I do is talk. I have no one to talk to! I think that's why I was so good in retail sales; they had to buy so I would shut-up! Ok, I'll buy it- JUST STOP TALKING!!!!

6) Weird Al cracks me up! Dagan likes him too. I've downloaded a couple of videos from youtube and we watch them in the mornings. It's kind of a ritual now.

7) I caught the cold Dagan and Mike have. Probably because I have been covered in baby snot for the last 5 days. You couldn't not get it! It's not as bad as theirs, but it still sucks. And I can't take anything. The meds that dry up the nose also dry up the milk and that would be bad bad bad. Dagan hasn't nursed as much as he has the couple of days since he was a newborn. Seriously, every hour or so he's crawling into my lap staring at the girls. If I don't get them out quickly enough for him, he starts to pull my shirt down and starts patting them. I'm letting it go because he is sick, but after this cold is over it's time for some nursing manners! His cold is starting to clear up a bit, yea!

I know I'm supposed to TAG people, but Everyone I know has been tagged several times, so I'm going to not tag anyone. What do ya'll think of that, huh?

Our first hockey game

Last night Dagan, Mike and I went to our first hockey game. Mike has been to them before, but not Dagan and me. Mike got tickets from a guy at work, so down to Stockton we went! We saw the Stockton Thunder play the Fresno Falcons. We got to sit way up high in the Comcast suite. There were chips and dip, popcorn, cake and red and white wine. It was pretty snazzy. The good thing about it was there was room for Dagan to walk around. I was a little worried about having him sit in our laps the whole time, but it worked out. I forgot to take the camera, so the pictures were taken with Mike's phone. He was standing behind us in the suite when he took these. Dagan had tons of fun! I was worried that all the noise might bother him a little, but it really didn't. Actually, when the Thunder scored a goal and everyone started yelling he joined right in! He ran around the suite laughing, and we had to keep him from going down the steps. We tried to get him to pay attention to what was going on on the ice, but he was more interested in checking out the seats. We left a few minutes into the 3rd period, Dagan was done. I don't know who won, but it was 3-1 Fresno when we left. It was almost 10, and he was tired. He didn't cry or fuss much until we got to the car, and then there was a good 5 minuted of hollering until he fell asleep. All in all our first family outing to a hockey game was a ton of fun. We can't wait to do it again! If Mike could just get in with the Comcast guys in San Jose, then we could go to a pro game!

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Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

Dagan is experiencing his very first cold. My poor little guy is just miserable. His nose is like this icky fountain of snot. It just runs down his face and onto his chin, where I try to wipe it off his face. Poor thing, he hates that. He hasn't slept well since last night, and his naps are short. I broke down and bought some meds for him. Technically they aren't marketing them to children under 4yrs old anymore. apparently some idiots overdosed their poor kids, and now the rest of us have to pay. I was able to find a web site that had the appropriate doses for his age and weight group. I bought some infant Tylenol a while back that had infant doses on it, then I ran out and bought another of the same brand. It no longer carried the same doses. Grrrr. Anyway, my humidifyer died last night and I didn't think it would make any difference. It totally did. I replaced it today with a warm mist humidifyer. It seems to be working well. He's fast asleep and not too stuffed up. Hopefully he's feeling better for the hockey game tomorrow, that's tomorrow's blog!

Here are some pics of my poor sick boy today, right before and after he fell asleep.

Socks and Pumpkins!

Last year when Dagan was but a wee thing, Grandma Nelson-Sangiorgi sent a cute little cloth pumpkin ( of course, she wasn't a Sangiorgi then, but oh well). Being who I am, I just had to put said pumpkin on my pumpkin's head and take a picture. This year, I did it again. Perhaps I'll do it every year, one never knows... It was much easier last year to get the pumpkin to stay on his head.

On to socks.... Dagan says 3 "words" they are Mom, Dad, and Socks. Here is a video of him saying, "socks."

The great Cheeto caper

The other night as a treat I bought Mike a bag of Cheetos. We have been doing a really good job of eating well, and keeping out the junk. Once in a while a nice treat is deserved. Even if that treat is Cheetos. I stole a handful of said Cheetos and plopped my booty down on the floor to eat them. I'm down to maybe 3 Cheetos, and my darling little boy walks over and grabs my last Cheeto, and shoves it in his mouth. This child had never had anything like this before, but figured it must be good since Mike and I were both eating them. Oh, and they were crunchy. Dagan likes crunchy. Mike said he didn't need to know what they were, because they were Cheetos and it's genetic. I wish he would do that with other food, like noodles. He doesn't want anything to do with noodles.

Seriously?

You see my son in these 2 pictures? They were taken at about 3am this morning. From 1 until about 430 my little munchkin was awake. Not sure why... When he woke at 1am he was crying and unhappy. He wouldn't nurse, and I couldn't get him back to sleep for longer than maybe 10 minute. I tried rocking him, but as soon as I got up from the rocking chair, he'd wake up and start to scream. I couldn't rock him sitting on the bed, because he would try to climb out of my lap and roll around on the bed. I thought he was finally falling asleep, he was nursing really well, then, BAM! He rolled away and sat up, all happy and talking. I tried ignoring him, sometimes he gets thepoint and falls back to sleep. Nope he was just laying on the bed, all happy and talking. Then at around 3am Daddy came in. Dagan was all excited. So, we got up, as Mike was just going to go into work an hour early. He usually gets up around 4. Dagan was full of BIG smiles and giggles, and the first thing he did when Mike put him down was start walking around the room. Maybe he just wanted to practice his new skill. I put in one of his Baby Genius DVDs and the pictures are of him dancing to Vivaldi's the Four Seasons Baby Genius DVD. After Mike left I put Dagan in the jumperoo, and after about half and hour, he finally fell asleep. Then he woke up. Then hell fell asleep. I moved him to bed around 530, and he only slept until 7. Needless to say, we, the adults, and very tired. Dagan seems to be just fine. The turkey. Hopefully we will not have a repeat tonight. Grrrr.....

Golden, Fluffy, and delicious

I just had to take a picture of this loaf of bread I made today. It had to be the prettiest loaf I've ever made. It accompanied chicken noodle soup with homemade noodles, served over fluffy mashed potatoes. Idaho potatoes, of course. I made total comfort food for dinner, it's been cold and rainy the last couple of days. I know, completely random. Sorry. Ok, not really.

The only bad thing about the bread is it turned out a little too fluffy, and it fell a bit after I cut it. The recipe said to add the yeast with the dry ingredients, but I added it to the hot water to start the process, and I guess the yeast just went crazy! I almost want to go into the reasons it got too fluffy, but no one would really care. It has to do with yeast and gas and flour. I have made it that way several times before, so I'm not sure why it decided to go nuts-o today. Oh well, it still tasted good.

More random... as you can see, I have tile countertops. They seem to be all the rage out here. Yeah, I hate them. They are a pain to clean, and you can't roll out anything on them .Forget trying to make a pie crust! That's not going to happen. It all gets stuck in between the tiles, and gets all nasty. Yuck.

Enough of that, how about a cute picture of my son? He's reading a book. He really likes his books. The outfit he's wearing is 24months. Yeah, he's just pretty darn big. His 18mo size clothes fit him perfectly. The 24mo. size is roomy, but by no means huge. Someday he might slow down on the growth.

Scary story

Ok, so today I forgot to take my water bottle to Stroller Strides class. It holds 32 oz, and I usually drink the whole thing while I'm there. Luckily it's overcast and a little cooler out today, so I wasn't super worried about it. If it had been hot and sunny, no way, going home. Well, the work out is over, and we stay for about 45min for the play group and fun in the park. I decided that even though Dagan is super tired, we should go ahead and drop off rent since we were half way there. I drop off the check, get my receipt and I'm walking out to the car when I notice this little fuzzy grey spot in my vision. I'm thinking, well crap, what's that all about? Then my head starts to hurt a little. Oh, I'm getting a migraine, I think. Since it's only about a 15minute drive home, I figure I'll make it in time. Then I'm thinking I can't take my Imitrex because I don't know if it's compatible with breastfeeding, and please, God, let Mike have decided to stay home and not go fishing. Because if this is a migraine, life is gonna suck. Well, as I'm driving the little grey spot changes. It got bigger, with rainbow fuzzy edges, but clear in the middle. Pretty soon all I have for peripheral vision are fuzzy rainbow edges. Thankfully, I had decided to take the back way home so there isn't too much traffic. Needless to say, I was scared sh*tless driving, because my vision is getting worse by the second. Luckily Dagan had fallen asleep in his carseat. I get home and see that Mike did go fishing. Crap. I managed to back into the garage without hitting the house or anything in the garage. Dagan's asleep, so I leave him there and go in and down my 32oz of forgotten water, and heat up some food. I attempt to call Mom, but there is no answer. By now, I can hardly see, everything is fuzzy with dancing rainbows. After a few minutes, my vision started to get better, but the headache worse. Enter great big pain meds left over from giving birth, and 12 more oz of water. So now my vision is almost back to normal, but my head is killing me!! I'm still a little fuzzy in my left eye, but hopefully that will pass soon. Dagan is still in the Jeep, which I can see from the computer chair. I'm going to get him, and hopefully we will nap a little bit together. The moral of this story is: don't leave to work out without your water, or you might go blind!