Friday Fun Day!

So after another long sleepless night, my child is napping like an angel. I'm not exactly sure why he choses to be up every 2 hours during the night, be up for the day at 6:30 then take a wonderful nap at 9:00. I'm not complaining, I LOVE his morning naps. I get to have a cup of coffee, catch up on my shows, read a few blogs...but couldn't we compromise and get a good nights sleep til 7:30-8ish and then go from there? I'm a night girl by nature, but that means I like going to bed at 6:30, not getting up then. Anyways...

It's my own fault I get no sleep at night. Little man has been sleeping in his crib since we moved into this house, so since he was about 3 months old. His crib however is still in our bedroom. I just can't let Mr. Football move it yet, even though he threatens to everyday. I love the house we moved in to. Its spacious, it has enough yard for the dogs to do their business, it has a separate family room so Mr. Football can watch/play whatever he wants, but the bedrooms are on the first level. That wouldn't be such a big deal except the master is on the second level. So for little man to be in his own room, he's an entire floor away from me and has ground level windows. I know I'm a little neurotic but I just can't let him sleep all by himself down there. And what if someone broke in his window? (The Lindbergh baby was taken from a second story bedroom you know.) I know I'm crazy. So for now, I deal with getting no sleep because he wakes up all the time. But I'd rather have him waking me up then be worried about him all by himself...

So once he wakes up from his wonderful morning nap, we're meeting Mr. Football for lunch then going to the aquarium! Maybe I'll try to sneak in a nap too. Happy Friday!

long lost friend...

We used to be friends,

GREAT friends...

What happened?

We used to spend such quality time together,

hours and hours and hours

You brought me such peace and serenity

I feel absolutely lost without you...

Will we ever be friends again?

I miss you sleep...

this cutie patootie thinks its necessary to get up every hour the last few nights...

he thinks his mom might be doing somthing fun without him.

I'm not.

strange happiness

This came today...

And even though it wasn't a surprise since I did order it last weekend and UPS did call me twice yesterday to confirm that they were coming, my heart still skipped a beat when the door bell rang today.

Now I make it quite clear that I do NOT enjoy cleaning...not even a little. Vacuuming definitely falls into that cleaning category, but since I have a little munchkin man who is now rolling and heartbreakingly close to crawling (he scoots on his belly already) I decided to suck it up (literally) and get a new vacuum. Theres just something not right with setting your baby on the floor to play and picking up a third dog I mean fur covered child.

It's so pretty and shiny and new still...I almost hate to dirty it up.

And to make it even sweeter, Mr. Football decided it looked pretty cool and wanted to try it out.

I happily obliged...

It's my party....

Well I'm back, so why not join the party?! I was catching up on my blogs and saw that the mrs. from Trying Our Best and Nan from Mom's The Word both had party posts this weekend. I was curious so I headed over to 5 Minutes for Mom's to check it out...you should too!

So I guess I'll introduce myself...


I go by Mrs. Not-so-Domesticated because thats what I am. I only know how to cook like 3 things, I hate doing dishes, cleaning? I'd rather have dental work done. Laundry gets done on an as needed basis. Grocery shopping consists of buying Cherry C*ke Zero and swiss cake rolls. (I should buy stock in Little Debb*e) Yet somehow I found a sweet and wonderful and more often than not, sarcastic man to marry me. I lovingly refer to him as Mr. Loves-football-more-than-life aka Mr. Football. He is also property of the United States Navy, at least for 4 more years. Yep, I'm finally accepting it, I'm a military wife. We just finished a 3 year shore duty rotation during which he moved to where I lived, we bought a house, got our second dog, got married, and had a baby 5 minutes later. Life was perfect...then BAM! New orders. New jobs. New house. New city. My first move...


What hasn't changed is our family. We have 3 children, 2 of the canine kind, 1 of the human kind. Our oldest is Lulu, our puggle. Shes 5. She's the typical first child. Very bossy, spoiled and tempermental. She loves eating, making nests on the back of the couch, and sleeping under the covers. She hates the rain, laundry baskets...oh and people (until she gets to know you that is).

Our middle child is Jax, our mixed breed. He's 3. We think he's part lab, part pit part human. He loves everything and everyone. He hasn't found anything he hates yet. His favorite activities are swimming and sitting on the sofa, like a person, arm propped up on the armrest and everything.

Our youngest is Baby Clay, he's 5 months. He's the sunshine in my life. Though unexpected, he's everything I've ever wanted. He's worth all the sleepless days and nights, dirty dishes, vacuuming, dusting, cooking, oh, and being fat for.







I originally started this blog to chronicle our newlywed days. I wasn't sure what I was doing or if anyone would ever read it but somehow I figued it out and have made some really great friends along the way. My husband likes to argue that they aren't really my friends since I've never actually spoken to them but I know more about some of my blog friends than my real-life friends...and I like some of them better too. So thanks for stopping by and I hope you'll stick around to read about my new adventures as a Not-so-Domesticated mama!

Oh, and if you haven't yet, you should join the party! It's a great way to meet new bloggers and win some fantastic prizes! I personally like the grand prize, a new toshiba laptop, US6, US17, US8, US11, US39, US50, US56, US77, US105

So where did I leave off...warning contains graphic content

"Actually, only about 10 percent of women rupture the sac of amniotic fluid before labor starts, so it may not even happen to you until you are already in labor and checked in at the hospital." -Dr. Spock

Even after reading that, one of my biggest fears during pregnancy was being that woman whose water breaks in the middle of the grocery store, at work, at the mall, etc. That and also the dreaded thought of going #2 while your pushing, but we won't go there...Seriously though, you see it happen in every movie, the woman is standing there minding her own business and then gush, her water breaks and shes then whisked off. Who has to clean that up?

I'll tell you...you do. No one whisks you off once your water breaks, and you definitely don't look like a million bucks after you have the baby either.

We were at one of my bestest friends birthday parties, Reverend X, about an hour away from our house. I had been contracting off and on that night but I had been for about 8 weeks...just braxton hicks, no big deal. She lives on a farm so everyone kept joking that I was going to have the baby with the cows. Well apparently that sounded like a great idea to my little man, so while I was sitting in the living room with everyone around I thought my water broke.

I ran to the bathroom, well waddled quickly to see what the deal was. It wasn't the gush I was expecting and nothing else happened so I went back out to the party. Crazy pregnant lady. A little bit later I was upstairs using the bathroom, I was peeing every 20 minutes or so by that point, I finished up, pulled my super awesome maternity pants back on, you know the ones that cover your whole belly (and my belly was huge so it was a fight getting them on and off) and GUSH...

Oh sh*t...

My first instinct obviously was to pull everything back off and sit back down on the toilet. Now what? I'm stuck on the toilet, my clothes are soaked, I'm upstairs at a party and everyone else is downstairs...My water definitely broke, I was sure of that. So do I put my wet clothes back on and go back down to the party? Do I stay where I am and wait for someone to come eventually? What if the baby falls out into the toilet? In the meantime I'm trying to clean up as best as I could with toilet paper and I'm convinced that they're going to be mad at me for messing up their bathroom and using all of their toilet paper. Again, crazy pregnant lady. I finally heard some of my friends talking nearby so I start yelling their names. Do they respond? NO! They didn't know where I was yelling from and they thought I was being funny. So not funny. I kept calling for someone and eventually they all came to see what I was yelling about.

What would you do if your pregnant friend who's been yelling from the bathroom asked you for a pair of pants?

Seriously, things like this only happen to me...

The girls, Ms. D, Ms. K, Reverend X, me, mama cookie

like I said, my belly was HUGE...do I look like I'm expecting to have a baby tonight?

Ironic, we were talking about going into labor...

Little did I know things were changing in a few short hours...

Leaving the party, in my borrowed pants. Also my last "pregnant" picture...

And we're off to the hospital!

I think I've started at least 100 posts but everytime I get distracted and stop...

So to get myself started again I'm going to keep it short and sweet...

Introducing the newest (well he was new 5 months ago today) love of my life

Baby Clay

I can't believe its been 5 months since he was born. Between being a new mom, sleep deprived, moving, and starting a new job its gone by in a flash. I'm going to try to be a better blogger but I make no promises...

With that I'll leave you with my little man, I know every mom thinks their child is the cutest, but really...look at that face...