The deep thoughts of a SAHM

*Wow, this picture quality is terrible. Sorry.

My kid loves cars. This shouldn't be news to anyone. Hot wheels, matchbox, airplanes, tractors, trucks, you name it, if it has wheels, he likes it. A lot. He is also really good at making car noises. How is that? Bill and I were lying on the couch playing with his cars one night and we discovered I make a really bad car noise. But after much coaching, I've got the shifting down. I've been driving for 12 years. How is it that my 21 month old can make a better car noise than me?

On to more pressing questions? Out of desperation, (4-5:30 is a hard time of day) I've put on the movie Cars. Scoff if you will. It is a happy movie, sans bad guys. Nemo makes an obviously dumb decisions and thus endangers his father with sharks and bombs and other scary things in order to find his lost child. Come on, a parents worst nightmare, losing your kid. He doesn't get UP. Toy Story is great, but since Asher likes cars so much, we watch it occasionally. It hasn't turned into an obsession for him and we both like it. But every time I watch it, I come up with new questions? What do the cars eat? How come there are no baby cars? Where would they put a baby car, does it already drive everywhere? How did the Cozy Cone get built, I mean the cars have no hands? Who knew a tire could be so versatile, it can wave a flag, but how? Can anyone answer these questions???

Down with the Routine

By no means is this a "woe is me" post. I'm just sayin.

Is anyone else tired of the routine? I know I have it good, no, I have it great. I have a great little family, a great apartment, my husband has a great job, etc. But I'm tired of the routine of cleaning. Am I the only one who wakes up in the morning and thinks "ugh, the kitchen is dirty already, I just cleaned it last night?" or "I just swept and mopped my floor, why is every kernel of corn served at dinner littering the floor?". I know, having a kid = dirty. I'm just saying. Tell me I'm not the only one. It's mostly those two things. Laundry doesn't bug me, yet I always seem to be folding something. Vacuuming is fine, Asher thinks it's hilarious. Bathrooms, well I should probably be annoyed by them, I guess that just goes to show how often I clean them. But that darn kitchen and the floor. Ugh. I hate them. Though I like my kitchen. And the floors are nice too. Didn't we have kids to clean for us?Among other topics of the day. Asher refuses to feed himself anymore. As you can see here, the little turkey likes to hand his spoon to me so I can feed him. But if you examine the picture closely, you can see yogurt smeared on his face letting me know that at least he tried. Self feeding is inefficient apparently.

Last but not least, the above pictured child likes to scream. He is just exercising his vocal chords, but it is piercing. I think I have ended every day this week with a headache. On the other hand, said child is sitting on my lap playing with my iphone and dancing to the music that he managed to turn on. I like him. And I think it is funny when he turns on siri and siri can't understand his command. Neither can I, siri.

Best you can be

My baby helps me to be the best that I can be.

He prevents slothfulness:

• Apparently 6:15 AM is wake up time. Sleeping past 7 is a waste of a day. Doesn't he realize that the Today show doesn't even come on until 7?

He helped Bill with child proofing duties (see picture above):

• We have one kitchen entrance gated, but not the other. He discovered the other entrance, and he also discovered cat food.

He helps me keep a tidy house:

• He grabbed my little bag of Doritos while I was checking fb. Of course half the bag was crumbs (thanks Cass for lounging on all the chips), and so he picked up the bag and swung it with all his might. Bright orange crumbs everywhere. I vacuumed the rug, the couch and swept. Family room cleaned, check.

He helps me stay strong:

• He helps me stay strong by climbing all over me while doing pilates. Nothing helps your core on a plank hold like 19 extra pounds on your back.

He helps me to be productive:

• Leaving the computer open on the couch for Asher is like a moth to a light. He can't resist it, he will pound on it. So we stay busy doing other things.

He prevents gluttony:

• He likes food. He likes to try new food...that we're eating. He gets grumpy in the evening, and doesn't like peace and quiet during dinner. He likes to be involved, and yes, he will have a bite of your mashed potatoes.

I just might be able to keep all of my new years resolutions.

Favorite Things

I just feel the need to share with you a few of my favorite things. Some have change my life drastically, others just make me happy, so I'm sharing the wealth. In no specific order

1. Saigon Cinnamon from Costco. So good. I thought cinnamon was cinnamon until I tried this stuff. It is so flavorful and makes my oatmeal extra delicious!
2. Costco. Enough said.
3. Heated mattress pad. Thank you Maggie! This has revolutionized my life. Our bedroom is almost 10 degrees colder than the rest of our tiny apartment. How, I don't know. Before this, getting into bed was like sliding into a giant freezer, now it is like sliding into the sand in Hawaii.
4. Peanut butter snickers. So good. How could you improve something that is great, ie. snickers, just add peanut butter.
5. Little tiny baby coat in my coat closet. I think it is cute, and it makes me happy to see it there.
6. Morning runs. I'm so productive the rest of the day.
7. Jillian Michael's 30 day shred. It's a good little workout.
8. Jimmer Fredette. Go BYU! I can't wait to see how many little Jimmers are born in the year 2011. Please tell me if you know someone who names their kid Jimmer. Pleeeease???
9. Hoda and Kathy Lee. I wish I had tv in my room, so I could watch KLG & Hoda from the comfort of my toasty bed.
10?????

Wow, I thought I'd be able to get to 10, but I don't want to over do it. Besides, I'm not Oprah where everything is my favorite thing. Did I forget anything vital?