Somehow I’ve muddled through the decades without this skill. It helps that I married a guy who cooks. (I swear, that had nothing to do with my decision.) But now, I have this high energy toddler who devours his food. So as a mom, I have to learn to cook. I can’t just feed the kid pizza every day. (Though really, I think that’d be kinda yummy)

Today, I noticed we had fresh pineapple. I spotted the mutligrain pancake mix, and was inspired. Pineapple pancakes!

I should have realized I was in trouble when I had to look at the instructions to figure out how to put together batter. I know most 8 year olds can probably make pancakes.

Undeterred, I grabbed the measuring cup. In a fit of genius, I even poured the ingredients back into the cup to measure out consistent portions in order to form a nation of perfectly symmetrical pancakes. (Okay, the instructions told me to use 1/4 cup, but I figured out to pour the batter back in all by myself)

Alas, I quickly discovered that a measuring cup doth not a pancake make. Inexplicably, as I poured the batter in, it just kept spreading out all over the pan. I guess I thought hundreds of years of pancake history would peer pressure the pancake into a perfectly symmetrical form. Instead, I stood over the pan, chasing the expanding square with my spatula to try to shape it into some semblance of a sphere.

Also, did you know you can burn pineapple? I didn’t. But you can. Trust me on this.

So, what did I learn today?
1. Pancakes don’t automatically come out round
2. If you want to make them round, pour a little bit of the batter into the pan at first. Then, slowly add more batter once you have an edge and can force your pancakes into shape.
And most importantly:
3. If you stick enough syrup on it, your kid will eat it anyway.

So, that was today’s adventure. Once I stay home, I hope to post more often. I’m going to fess up to the trials and tribulations of this whole stay at home mom thing. Hopefully, you’ll find it as interesting and entertaining, as I will.

What followed was a year of “woah, I’m a parent,” to “who knew a kid could walk this early,” to “Quick, tape rubber on all the sharp edges of everything in the house!” Now, we’re in the midst of toddler hood and my high energy son is keeping us busy.

I went back to work, and will now be leaving after almost a year of daily commute away from our little guy. I didn’t like returning and it took us a year to get all our financial ducks in a row. Oh yea, there was also a bit of an economic collapse, recession and collapse of half our net worth to recover.

But I’ve officially resigned and am looking forward to my new life as a stay at home, effective in May. It should be an interesting adventure and probably similar to playing on a gridiron. Who knew this would one day become a mommy blog?

Yes, my technical greatness has faded these past 7 years, but that’s what I get for being lazy.=)

So after a conversation with a good friend of mine, I linked to my twitter feed. Though whether or not I say anything interesting, I’m not too sure of.

So until the hubby gets the time, the Twitter feed is just a link on this overcrowded sidebar. But it’s there if you want it.=)

So other then waiting and waiting and waiting, now every twinge and symptom makes me wonder if this is it or not. It’s a tiring process. =) So far, today seems like it might be the day, but things haven’t progressed or changed since the symptoms which started at 4 AM. So we’ll see.

It just feels like it’s taking forever. The whole month has been like this, knowing my little guy could come at any moment. But it seems like he’s sticking it out to the end. So hopefully, we’ll get to meet him soon.

And if you’re voting for Obama, that’s even better:)

It’s nice and cold and I’m loving it. My little guy keeps my internal temperature burning, so it’s nice to feel cold.

Things are ok. 3 weeks from the freedom of maternity leave, trying to stay out of the way of the second worst boss I ever had, who couldn’t manage her way out of a paper bag.

Lost fingers in my fingertips, and couldn’t sleep most of last week. These weekends are really important to me, give me the ability to feel human again.

I know I want the next kid as soon as possible after our son, due to my age. But I also think I need a few months to let my body recover, and just feel a little bit like my old self again. Even to just weightlift, and sleep on my stomach. And like food. I really, really, really miss just eating normal food and enjoying it.

So we’ll see. If I feel like the way I feel just being pregnant with my little guy, I think I want to fill our lives with as many kids as we can afford, before I get too old to do so. Even if mother nature wrecks havoc on my own systems. I have a feeling it will be worth it.

And my hubby is a supportive sweetie. I wouldn’t be surviving this without him. The work hours have been brutal, but under it all, I know he cares about our son as much as I do.

In the meantime, 6.5 weeks and counting. I can’t believe it – feels like forever and a second since the first day we knew we were pregnant. I can’t imagine what the remaining weeks will feel like.

I just realized my other half’s work obligations have occupied him my entire second trimester, the only one of the three where I felt like a human being. Now, I’m back to being tired and nauseous again. So we missed our opportunity to actually go out and do stuff.

And now the last trimester is turning out like the second, and I’m barely seeing him. All this work better pay off, because some nights, it really doesn’t feel like it’s worth it to me.

That, combined with my unwillingness to access my liberal little blog from work has led to a dearth of posts here. I’m exhausted by the end of every day (welcome to the third trImester) and except to balance the weekly budget, barely turn on my laptop. I can basically do everything from my iPhone, except cut and paste links. (and I am sure that’s coming.)

But now I have this nifty little wordpress application on my iPhone. So I will probably update more. Maybe.:) If I don’t get stuck in a Twitter induced haze of laziness.

So I apologize for not blogging on Obama’s reversal on off shore drilling. Or the fact that he’s hugging McCain at a convention for evangelical Christians. By now, I am sure you know how not thrilled I am.

He still will get my vote. And I will half hope that in office, he will find his spine again. I believe he is in a position to do great things and has some refreshing ideas. I would vote for him on the gay rights issue alone.(though if he changes that, I am done with him.) But as time goes by, I am less excited about his candidacy and more viewing the election through my usual filter, of voting for the lesser of two evils. He is much less evil, at least so far. But what kind of stances will he hold by November, at the rate he is going.

The one good thing, he’s not allowing those swift boating sons of b—-es smear him. It made me so sad during the election of 04, when the democrats rolled over and showed their belly. He will not be bullied by a party dumber and more corrupt.

As much as I am venting, I am still very happy he is running. I hope by the time my son is born, I can save the newspaper for when he is older and let him know he was born the same year our country elected it’s first African American leader. That would make me proud, and let me put a happy spin on explaining what happened in the eight preceding years.

I admit, I am curious as to how my son’s textbooks will eventually describe the bush administration. I hope factually, so I don’t seem like a raving liberal crazyhead to my own kid. Not that there is anything wrong with being a raving liberal, of course:)

It’s really my fault, I let my ideals get carried away…

My mom says he has to do these things, in order to win the election. I say this is not the man I voted for, who I thought was finally a proponent of change I could believe in. I will vote for him, of course, because to put a republican into a third term in office would guarantee the ruination of our great country. Buy I will vote for him with a heavier heart, less hope and less excitement then before.

I can only hope once in office he will have the courage to stick to his comvinctions from the primary. At least, that’s what I can hope.

I haven’t had a hero in a long time. Now I remember why that is.