Baby Brady's New Ride

We got our stroller today! We got the Graco Quattro Tour Deluxe with the infant snug ride car seat. So far it looks pretty good. I'm not sure how well it works in the real world, but I'll find out soon enough. And I single handedly built! It was pretty much assembled, but I did put the wheels on.



I set it up early because I wanted the bullies to get used to it. Mickey is afraid of wheels, i.e. skateboards, shopping carts, bikes, and strollers. I want her to be able to enjoy going for a walk with the baby, so she needs to get used to the wheels.



She's still not sure what to make of it. She keeps staring the stroller down and then running past it. I don't really blame her, the thing is a beast. I'm a little afraid of it myself.



I knew Frank wouldn't be afraid of it. He's pretty brave. But he does have tendency to pee on things he dislikes. He has definitely peed on my vacuum cleaner. So I'm letting him sniff it and I'm keeping a close eye on him to make sure he doesn't leave his mark.

There Is Always One

There's always one. One in every class. It could be high school, college, or law school. There is always that one super annoying student that you just cannot stand. That student usually has one of the following characteristics:

- They raise their hand for every question and shout out the answer before they are called on.
- Their answers are always wrong, even moronic, and you wonder why they even bothered to open their mouth.
- They have no sense of personal space and push out their chair from the desk so far that they are practically sitting on top of you.
- They breathe heavy, like they just ran a marathon and are about to collapse, except that they are just sitting there.
- They smell slightly strange, just strange enough for you to notice.
- When the teacher is trying to wrap up class and asks if there are any more questions, they always have another question.
- They laugh inappropriately at the teacher's failed sense of humor.

I could go on but you get the idea. I was in school for a long, long time. I have had many annoying classmates. But I have met the most annoying classmate ever in my sister's confirmation class. Stephanie is getting confirmed in the Catholic church and I am her sponser which means I have to go to all the classes with her (even though I was confirmed when I was 15). And there is this one guy that embodies all of the above-described characteristics. He is so unbelievably annoying. I want to make a Dos Equis commerical about him. Instead of "the most interesting man in the world," the booming voice would announce "the most annoying student in the world."

Let me just leave you with a couple of the stupid things he says. Yes, I know it is terrible to talk trash about somebody in a church class, but I'm pretty sure that the big man himself realizes how annoying he is. One class we were talking about the "kingdom of God" and the teacher asked what that phrase meant. This guy yelled out, "castle." Castle? Really? Yea, God lives in a castle, that makes a ton of sense.

In another class we were talking about the word homogenous. The teacher was breaking the word down in parts and asked what does "homo" mean. The annoying guy yelled out, "home." The teacher looked at him like he was a moron and said, "no, think of homosexual, what does homo mean?" And the guy yelled out, "bad." So not only is he a moron but he is a close-minded jerk too.

What I Want

I am so tired. I am burnt out. I am sick of stressing about work, money, the baby, and life.

I want to be in Cancun on my honeymoon again.



I want to sleep in and have no plans for the day and look at pretty scenery.



I want to go out and be with my husband, even if that means wearing funny hats.



And I want a freaking dirty martini.

Fro-Yo

This is how a pregnant lady does frozen yogurt:



Chocolate and vanilla frozen yogurt topped with animal cookies, coco pebbles, cinnamon toast crunch, reese's peanut butter cups, and pineapple (you know, fruit for the baby). So freaking good.

A Realization

It is a good thing that Brady and I are about to have a kid.



Because you know you have too much free time on your hands when you try to dress your bulldog in a sweater.



We obviously have a void that we need to fill in our lives.



I certainly hope that we are better at dressing a child.



Please note, no bulldogs were harmed in the making of this blog. See, Frank liked being wrapped in the coziness of a sweater, sort of, maybe, ok not really. But he was fine and we took the sweater off right away.

People Say The Darndest Things

People say weird things when you are pregnant. There is a lot of advice, unsolicited or not, requests to rub the belly, comments on how big/little you are, how high/low you are carrying, etc. Mothers also like to immediately launch into their horror stories of labor and birth upon learning that you are pregnant.

I got my favorite comment so far today from Brady's grandmother. She told me that I probably wouldn't need a c-section because "my hips are wide enough." Um, thank you?