Fisher-Price Rainforest Jumperoo - Fisher-Price - Babies "R" Us
First of all, I love product reviews. Bad spelling, faulty logic and general weirdness. LOL
Second, This thing must rock. 1513 reviews average 5/5 stars. Wow.
Bri and I are on a mission to check it out tomorrow. I hope she loves it.
I'm going to miss all this stuff as she grows out of it.
I have 4 goals: 1.) Be great in my career as A Marketing Professional 2.) Own a successful business 3.) Establish a meaningful philanthropic organization 4.) Finish my great american novel All this stuff is going to take hard work. I'm a first time mom with a new baby girl. I'm a step-mom to my fiance's two boys. There's drama, there are tears and there are some truely incredible folks along for the ride.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Half Full - Real Optimism
My glass is always half full.
Full of what?
I don't know.
I keep thinking "I'm definitely not getting those shoes now."
Those shoes are the cutest since the pink Steve Maddens that
I keep imagining someone homeless wearing.
My glass is full of something refreshing;
My mind is full of shoes, ottomans, dining tables and school.
School has tears rolling down my cheeks,
Nearly missing my half full glass.
The glass isn't half full of tears.
I'm picturing crying the breath out of my body
Working myself into the sort of frenzy Dane Cook described
"I did my best!" (I couldn't help but laugh.)
I was everything I said I'd be and more
Still feels like it's my fault
But the glass with its half portion of a beverage I'll savor
Hasn't noticed any tears, hasn't thought about the shoes, table or ottoman.
Doesn't think it's all my fault
The glass is waiting patiently for me to drink and see
That a mere half of its contents
Is more than enough
Full of what?
I don't know.
I keep thinking "I'm definitely not getting those shoes now."
Those shoes are the cutest since the pink Steve Maddens that
I keep imagining someone homeless wearing.
My glass is full of something refreshing;
My mind is full of shoes, ottomans, dining tables and school.
School has tears rolling down my cheeks,
Nearly missing my half full glass.
The glass isn't half full of tears.
I'm picturing crying the breath out of my body
Working myself into the sort of frenzy Dane Cook described
"I did my best!" (I couldn't help but laugh.)
I was everything I said I'd be and more
Still feels like it's my fault
But the glass with its half portion of a beverage I'll savor
Hasn't noticed any tears, hasn't thought about the shoes, table or ottoman.
Doesn't think it's all my fault
The glass is waiting patiently for me to drink and see
That a mere half of its contents
Is more than enough
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Baby Teeth
I wish I had a metaphor in mind for the single tooth bursting through my baby's gums
But all I can think about is my cat Chyna and how my tiny tiger made way for my little lion
I'll have new teeth to care for
I'll have new things to make not seem so bad
I have someone new to lay next to for five minutes just because they need me.
I miss my kitty, and I love my baby
Even though I'm almost 30 the whole thing seems early
It seems like I have oodles more growing up to do.
Still, when I look at my baby, I'm glad that I know how to work and earn
Glad that I'm not too good to hop on a bus and get where I'm going
I'm pleased that I know how to pray and give my cares away ... mostly away
She doesn't know what a fickle-minded goofball I used to be
She just knows that I kiss her until she smiles when I wake her up
and I make silly noises until she laughs
She knows that I make a fantastic pillow even when she's fighting sleep
And now she's learning that I'd gladly rub her gums as she gets in her baby teeth.
But all I can think about is my cat Chyna and how my tiny tiger made way for my little lion
I'll have new teeth to care for
I'll have new things to make not seem so bad
I have someone new to lay next to for five minutes just because they need me.
I miss my kitty, and I love my baby
Even though I'm almost 30 the whole thing seems early
It seems like I have oodles more growing up to do.
Still, when I look at my baby, I'm glad that I know how to work and earn
Glad that I'm not too good to hop on a bus and get where I'm going
I'm pleased that I know how to pray and give my cares away ... mostly away
She doesn't know what a fickle-minded goofball I used to be
She just knows that I kiss her until she smiles when I wake her up
and I make silly noises until she laughs
She knows that I make a fantastic pillow even when she's fighting sleep
And now she's learning that I'd gladly rub her gums as she gets in her baby teeth.
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