Wife-Swap

I think it was Ludicris who said you can't turn a ho into a housewife... but I'll be damned if I don't try and turn my husband into one (a housewife, not a ho).

After a looooong stressful week at work, I got off on Friday in desperate need of the weekend to regroup. I walked into my apartment only to find it looking like the aftermath of the great San Franciso earthquake of '89. Now there are two obvious problems with this.

Number one: there was no earthquake - this is just how we are living. I swear I dedicate my entire weekend to cleaning my house and within just a few days it looks like I have never touched a broom in my lifetime. Is this just me? Maybe I got some kind of faulty apartment... the kind that undoes everything that is done. Maybe I should ask for a refund.

Number two: The year is 2010. Call me not-so-much old-fashioned, but the times of a woman's place being in the home are pretty much non-existant anymore. Excluding the lucky few, the cost of living is so high it often takes a duel income to provide a comfortable lifestyle for a family... well, this is the case for Matt and I anyway. To be honest, I love my job and I love what I do but it does get tiring working full time and being a full time mom/maid/cook/laundry service on top of that. I guess I just feel like if it is going to be 50/50 in the workplace, it needs to be a little more 50/50 at home too.

So Matt and I had a little conversation about it, and I'm sure all he heard was me saying "blah, blah, blah, blah, blah... I bet YOU couldn't do it". And the bet was made. We decided to switch places for a week (well mostly I decided, but Matt played along with it). When I got off, I got to relax, read, watch TV and play with the Bug. Matt got to do dishes, laundry, pack diaper bags etc. It was pure heaven. H.E.A.V.E.N...

...Until the fourth day, when I got off I came home to a large sack from Comcast containing our DVR for the cable that needed to be installed and software upgraded. I asked Matt why he didn't get it set up, and not missing a beat he said, "it's your week for that". I couldn't help but laugh (on the inside - I can't let him know I think he is funny sometimes, it only encourages him). Now you have to keep in mind that only recently figured out how to change the settings from "TV" to "DVD" on our system. It's just not really my forte.

After about an hour with no success AND technical support on the phone, he stood next to me with his arms folded... "Need some help?" I stuck out my bottom lip and nodded yes. He smiled and said "Hmmm... that's funny, 'cause I could use a little help putting away the laundry."

Ooohhh I hate it when he wins. :)

10 Months

This keeps getting better and better everyday. It's amazing how fast he is learning - I swear he picks up on something new all the time.

Here's a list of new things:

• We're walking! Still a little weeble wobble, but he is doing so good.


• He smiles at everything... Especially strangers. What a little flirt!


• He found the toilet. And the toilet paper. And he figured out how to spin the roller until it ends up as a gigantic pile on the floor. Clever little butt.
  
• He loves to dance.
  
• He still is obsessed with birds.


• He still is obsessed with his little peeper.


• He loves swimming. We go swimming every weekend and he loves to splash.



• He loves to be silly!

Here are some videos of him walking and playing with Dad :)

Vegas Trippin'

Aaaahhhhhh.... Vacations. I live for vacations. And it doesn't take much to please me... All I really need is a pool and my ipod and I'm pretty much set. I guess technically I could vacation in my backyard... but it's even better when the vacation is in Vegas.

When Matt decided to try out for the football combine in Atlanta this year, it just happened to be over the same weekend as my mom's birthday. Now I know an opportunity when I see one, and I can't say that it took me long before I was persuading my mom and sister to meet me for a girls weekend in Vegas. But if you know my mom and sis, you know it didn't take much persuasion and we started booking flights and hotels and it was settled.

We spent the weekend of sleeping in, mornings at the pool, afternoons at the mall, and evenings at the buffet began. Any girls dream come true... Or at least any chunky girl's dream come true. At Maggiano's I concieved a "food baby" and it made me pretty miserable for the rest of the night. But what was I supposed to do? Creme brulee doesn't exactly eat itself. I don't care if it put me in a bad place... their food is so damn delicious.

We wanted to take mom out for her birthday. I wanted to go here...

But she didn't seem really enthusiastic about it so we went to the Lion King instead. It was fabulous of course! But if I'm going to expand my exposure to the diversity of other cultures, I must say I would have chosen to do so with Austrailian hard-bodies than people dressed like animals. Eh, ya win some ya loose some.

I flew home on Sunday only to find out my fridge had gone out AGAIN. I was having de ja vu from Thanksgiving break. Appliances! Matt used to sell them, and ever since he has changed positions they keep going out on us. Like they know he turned his back on them. Weird.

We finally got that mess all cleaned up and went and picked up my own southern hard-body and my little bug on Monday. I missed my boys! And now it's back to normal. I guess that's the worst part about a vacation... They all end eventually and we go back to work. If you know of anyone who is hiring a professional pool-layer-outer, I have quite an impressive resume.