I Was Just Lookin For a Good Time

Many of you have been around the Nutrition Nazi and I enough to know that we have a banter-filled relationship, to say the least.  He finally met his match when I, in my 5 inch heels, graced him with my presence one sunny afternoon.  I don't think he knew what to do with me or the fact that I did not really give a crap about dating someone seriously.  In the words of Lady Antebellum I was looking for a good time, and nothing more.

One day, early in our relationship, we were having a conversation that turned into him telling me, 'Listen don't think if you get pregnant that I am going to marry you.'  Now many people would have been upset, but not this 3rd generation hard-head.  I believe I said something to the effect of what makes you think I would want to marry you, because after being recently divorced I wanted no part of that.

It was at this point that I knew exactly what the Nutrition Nazi was all about - having a family.  This man wanted nothing more than to be some one's dad, and some one's husband!  I, on the other hand, had some very serious doubts about being married again let alone being responsible for someone else.  I am fairly confident that babies do not come with the same return policy the Team Leader did. 

Fast forward 4 plus years, a wedding in Mexico and a new house and now NN, in his words, almost has his perfect life.  As many of you know we are expecting our first baby, a boy, in mid to late July.  Now my idea of lookin for a good time is not quite what it used to be, but more trying to mange the impending influx of baby items.  For the record my BFF Type A and I are already hyperventilating over the soon to be clutter.

NN thought the baby needed a Christmas present and he actually went to Costco with me without being bribed so I said why not.  We actually had to convince the Team Leader that it was not ok to wrastle the bear to the ground and that I did not in fact like the bear's face ended up all slobbery.

See she has learned to co-exist with the bear now...as long as she can look out the window and harass someone else.  So long as it isn't me I am good with it.  Also check out the bouncer in the corner that Grandma L brought over for Cool.  Just kidding on the name, maybe.

We decided to buy a few boy items after we found out the gender.  If he is anything like the Nutrition Nazi this 0-3 month outfit maybe too small to wear home from the hospital.  NN suggested getting the 3-6 mos socks.  I went with it because he wears a size 14 so I am guessing he knows better than me.

I got this for NN as a surprise.  Would believe me if I told you I had to have this shipped from Turkey?  True story.

Up close of the bouncer - too cute.  The Team Leader is not to certain about the bird noises it makes.

Grandma L also made the baby an alphabet book.  Very cute, but now I have to hide this from the Team Leader because it smells like Grandma L's house where there are 2 dogs and 2 cats, and more importantly a swimming pool. 

These were too cute to pass up.  The dogs get dirty when run under water and then you take the green cloth and clean them off.

I think my parents have a picture of me with this same nasty look after they brought my brother home from the hospital.  Unlike her, though, I was not allowed to hide under the bed to get away from it all.

All kidding aside I am sure it will be wonderful, sometimes frustrating experience.  Hopefully I will remember to keep posting the changes we are making towards getting ready for the baby, but my memory is definitely not what it used to be!

Have a great week!