Never Will I Ever

I was the perfect parent- until I became a parent. Looking back I laugh at how many times I said I wouldn't do this or I wouldn't do that...

1) She won't sleep in our bed- I think every parent says this and most parents probably stick to this but after 3 nights of 2am's, if curling up in bed with her will get me 3 more hours of sleep then by all means, yes, girlfriend, snuggle on up. And I would be lying if I said I didn't mind holding her in my arms for an hour or two at night. (I always put her back in her crib when she's sound asleep).

2) She will be a balanced eater - Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha ha ha.... Have you ever tried making a toddler eat something they don't wish to eat? Yeah the other night, her dinner consisted of 3 spaghetti o's, 2 bites of green beans, 2 or 3 pieces of chicken, and 2 graham crackers. After trying to get her to eat a plethora of other food, I gave up. Some days are better than others.

3) She won't be spoiled - Right now we're living with one grandparent while our house is being built and another grandparent watches her for us. Yeah. 'Nuff said.

4) I won't stick her in front of the TV - Sometimes that 25 minutes is a much needed break. And watching her giggle at Yo Gabba Gabba isn't the worst thing in the world.

At the end of the day, I'm trying to raise a healthy, happy, well rounded girl. It's not always going to be a smooth ride. Sometimes the bumps are half the fun.

Yeah, I was a much better parent before I was a parent.

Moving Right Along

The Facini household had an amazing weekend, that started a day early. Friends came over and we hung out on the deck with the brewskis. If I've said it once, I've said it a million times, there is no better place to be in the summer, especially summer nights, than St. Mary's. 

Friday, the husband and I went on date night and left the Peanut with our high school sitter-- it's so weird to me that we have a sitter in high school. I feel like it wasn't that long ago that I was in her shoes. As my good friend likes to remind me, I'm getting old. On the way to date night, the husband and I stopped at our lot. Well, if I'm being honest, we stop by our lot...A LOT...buuuut, this time...

Broken Ground!! Facini's move to Broad Creek in T-Minus 91 days

Saturday we celebrated my soon-to-be sister-in-law with a Bridal Shower, which was awesome! She got so many awesome gifts ( a couple I might steal for future uses, I might add) and the food was delicious, especially the chocolate fountain

The Peanut decked out in overalls and sperry's for Aunt Melissa's shower

The soon-to-be Mr. and Mrs. with the Peanut

The Bridal Party minus one

Toward the end my nap-less Peanut had all the fun she could take--meltdown mode commenced about 20 minutes later

Saturday evening, we celebrated my Mom's birthday with a bushel or more of steamed crabs. Crabs and beer. That's what Maryland does. 

We wrapped up Sunday with a quiet day at home, catching up on laundry and spending some time with the fam. Although, I'm still not caught up on laundry... ahhh, that's the way it goes I suppose. Halfway through this week and ready for the weekend! Happy Hump Day!

It's Almost Back...

Football season!! But besides that...

...We had such a fun weekend! Friday night the husband and I hung out with my brother and sister-in-law preparing for my father-in-law's surprise retirement party, which was a huge success. We invited his old high school friends, his college friends, coworkers and family. I believe he was genuinely surprised. It was a good time had by all. My brother-in-law had the genius idea of replicating an AARP card for his cake. Hilarious and awesome. The cake was definitely a talking piece.

After the retirement party Saturday night, the husband and I went out for some good adult fun. We spent a couple hours hanging out with some friends. It had been awhile since just he and I went out and even though we spent more time with our respective friends, it was nice to look across the room and smile at one another. 

Sunday morning we got up nice and early to take a trip to the DC zoo. Alongside our friends and their 6 week old, we braved the packed zoo with two kids under 18 months. It was actually a great trip! The Peanut LOVED the elephants, fish and sea otters. We're thinking of taking a trip to the aquarium soon. She seemed to really enjoy the tanks and the animals floating and swimming inside. 

       

Rambling Mind

 I don't blog much about my relationship with the husband. From time to time I mention snip-its about him/us but for the most part I stick to our peanut. I don't exclude him intentionally but since most posts are centered around her, he takes a back seat the majority of the time.

I use my blog as a venting station, as a way to make people chuckle, as a scrapbook to document the most mundane aspects of our life. Why? Because these memories, even the most mundane, will mean something at some point.

I'm rambling I know.

Today's post is about relationships. Mine, yours, the girl next door. I'm not singling out my relationship in particular but there are certain facets of this post that mirror my relationship, past and present. And probably future. Afterall, there is no perfect relationship. Despite what social media might convey.

So without being much more obscure...actually, I'm about to be a lot more obscure...

Insecurity is a nightmare in any relationship. Married relationships, single relationships, in-between relationships and friendships. Insecurity could crumbled the Great Wall of China. It takes one event, one non-event, one conversation, one translation to allow insecurity to creep into an otherwise secure mind. When insecurity broaches a relationship it can take days, months, years to repair.

Sometimes, the insecurity is unwarranted. Sometimes, a non-event throws insecurity into a secure relationship. Sometimes, one person's insecurity leads to the other person's insecurity. Sometimes, 10 years later you find something that may be irrelevant in the present but that meant something in the past. And sometimes that's worse. Sometimes, no matter how bad you want to, you can't escape the past. The feelings, the insecurity.

Sometimes, it would be really nice to be able to mind read. Words and actions parallel in an insecure mind . Words are nothing but conjoined letters bouncing around until action is involved. Words, actions, reactions, non-reactions combined have the ability to create a horrible symphony of insecurity.

It takes one event, non-event, or someone else's insecurity to make you question the validity of a relationship. The what-ifs and what if-nots. Sometimes, all it takes is the other person's reaction (or non-reaction) to make you question the security of a relationship. Sometimes your mind can overpower the most minuscule of insecure thoughts. And sometimes it cannot. But all the time, not just sometimes, insecurity is a nightmare.

My Liver Called...It Needs A Break

This is how my weekend started

Don't worry, it was just a warning

This how my weekend ended

Want the goodies in the middle? Too bad. Just kidding. Although my memory may be a little fuzzy. 

The husband and I jetted off this weekend on our respective bachelor/bachelorette parties. On Friday, I headed to Rehobeth and he to Virginia Beach, for a unhealthy dose of friends, fun and booze. By 11am, I was knee deep in a bottle (or maybe 2??) of champagne, along with the Bride, another bridesmaid and my sister-in-law. By 2pm, we were three bottles in and showed no signs of stopping. We took a short break to classy it up and head to dinner.  

Two bottles of champagne, several beers, and an interesting cab ride later and we were seated at a Hawaiian restaurant in Dewey Beach, perched perfectly across the street was the Rusty Rudder. One of the Bride's favorite bars. Dinner took an obnoxiously long time but soon after we headed across the street and proceeded to dance the night away...sort of. After 12 hours of drinking, the Bride was feeling a little too good and we headed back to the house. 

We started bright and early Saturday morning at Seacrets in Ocean City. We had beers, shots, lunch and more drinks. In that order. By 5pm we couldn't be paid enough money in the universe to pass a sobriety test. We headed out to meet our cab driver. We stopped at a liquor store on the way out and the Bride snuck in and bought two more bottles of champagne. The cab ride home was a stop and go affair...the cabby almost ran out of gas (thank God, I had to pee so bad I legitimately almost peed myself), and another bridesmaid may have needed to uh, um, stop for some fresh air.

Seacrets

Two more bottles of Champagne...

After arriving back at the house, we chowed down on some food, I think, and then decided the pool was an excellent idea, with beers and champagne in tow. Seeing the theme here? After an hour or so at the pool, we continued the night back at the house with a lingerie shower for the Bride which was quite the event. If you've been keeping score, at this point we've been consuming adult beverages for 8 hours and that includes, countless beers, shots and 3 bottles of champagne. Even a seasoned drinker would be feeling painless by then. A non-seasoned drinker due to two jobs and wedding and house planning, the Bride was bullet proof. Needless to say, she went to bed several  hours later, sitting up, after many, many, trips to the bathroom. 

Sunday morning was not a fun time for anyone, particularly her. The three hour car ride home felt like 12. Tired from an amazing weekend, we all reunited with our respective partners and settled in for an uneventful evening. Cheers to good friends, good times, and good beers. And to that thing called Champagne, we hate that bitch now. 

The husband came back sleep deprived, sun burnt and smelling like stale beer. I'd say he had a good time as well. 

Oh and if you really want to keep score, add my phone, a case of rug burn for the Bride, a swollen ankle for a bridesmaid and a smidge of self respect to the list of causalities this weekend.  Don't ask. It's safer that way.

Here's to the last hanker before the anchor (their wedding is nautical themed). If the bachelorette party is any indication of what their wedding will be like, my liver (and phone) is already begging to be traded in for a new one.