Changes, people. Changes are a’comin

What does my new-found enthusiasm in life mean for this blog? Well… I’m not sure of anything yet, except that I’d like to make some changes. I’ve made some big changes in my lifestyle, like eating healthy and exercising. I’ve even decided to start running, like for a race. Crazy, I know.

I originally started this blog because as a mom, I’m supposed to have one. That’s like a rule or something; have baby will blog. Now that I’m almost like an adult again, I think I’m going to refocus the blog from baby stuff to …well, let’s just see what develops. I do think the name Basically Mama still applies, since at my core I am a mama, but I am also more. I’d like to work on developing other facets of my identity, like being a runner or starting my own business, and hopefully developing this blog will lead me along the way.

So now for your viewing pleasure, here’s a pineapple!

Image via Unsplash By Pineapple

This thing called life…

Image by Moriartys, CC-BY-2.0

Image via Flickr user Moriartys, CC-BY-2.0

I’m back, and I’m bigger and better than ever! Well, better I think and smaller for sure, but more on that later. I let life take over and my poor little blog-let fell to the wayside, but now I’m back and finally starting to sleep again which means my brain is starting to work too! (But still not so much with the complex math.)

Squeaker is now 4 1/2 years old (going on 15) and she has been joined by Monkey, who is almost 2 1/2 years old and pure toddler attitude. While definitely different in personalities, there was one strong similarity…neither knew the meaning of the word sleep. Squeaker started sleeping through the night, for 12+ hours like a rock star, at just past 2 years old; conveniently, in time for Monkey’s arrival. Monkey is still waiting on her 2 year molars, so until they come in I’ll still have very scattered and sporadic sleep but it is the most sleep that I’ve had in more than 4 years. Thus the slightly more functioning brain and better energy level. I’ve made it through the baby daze days and though I will miss them dearly, I am still happy to find me again.

Why my husband’s the best: Reason 1

There are many, many reasons why my husband is the best. Since my time is limited by baby’s moods and activities, I’ll just focus on one reason.

He takes out the trash. I know it seems so trivial, but the fact that he does it twice a week and the recyclables every other week without me even asking is great!

I used to remind him the night before and sometimes the morning of and he’d do it, but if I didn’t remind him I would have to throw some clothes on fast, grab baby and drag it out myself before they came by (which was frequently early and many times missed).

He’s been doing it now for a long time and I definitely noticed. I keep forgetting to tell him thank you or that I appreciate it, so that’s why I’m writing this post.

Thank you Gator for taking out the trash. It makes my day less stressful and I appreciate it.

Oh, and this and any future reasons are not in order of importance, just the order that I remember to actually mention them… Just thought I’d add that so you didn’t think the only and most important reason I {heart} my husband is because of his awesome trash skillz.

Why do you? How come? What’s up with that?

So I thought it might be helpful to start a frequently asked questions post that I can update when as questions are asked.

Why are your sisters numbers?

Well, I’m proud sad to say that I am was a Trekkie. I watched every single one from the Original, to Voyager, Next Gen, Deep Space 9, and still have the original box set VHS all the movies. On Voyager, there was a Borg whose name/designation was Seven of Nine. As a kid, I used to joke with my sisters that I was One of Four since I was the oldest of 4 girls. I guess that stuck with me more than I thought since it is a really easy way to refer to my sisters in my posts.

What’s with the weird bad words?

When I was in college, I watched way too much South Park and picked up a bad cursing habit. As I got older, I decided to clean it up a bit and was quite successful with it until I got pregnant. I don’t know what it is about the hormones, but I’ve never cursed so much in my life. I’m talking F-bombs left and right. Now that baby is here and listening, I’m trying to clean it up again. So far I’ve got bish down …

The Wiggles are hot! Except for the weird one …

Jeff Fatt of The Wiggles Live @ the MCI Center...

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I’ve been sleep deprived for 9 months. Well, actually more since the entire last half of my pregnancy I was waking up every hour or two. Normally it’s not too bad, except that now we lost PBS!

We don’t have cable to save money and honestly, with our antenna we get the main networks and with Hulu, pretty much everything else. Although I do wish I could get Bravo or embarrassingly enough, that Toddlers in Tiaras show.

Normally, Squeaker doesn’t watch tv except when I’m making our breakfast or lunch.  It’s impossible to cut things and hold a baby at the same time and I’m always paranoid about hot liquids jumping on her so into her bouncy she goes. That’s when I put on good ol’ PBS. Until it was gone … *sniff, sniff*

Now all I have that is baby appropriate is a dvd of the Wiggles. The first time I watched it, I thought ok, weird but not bad. The second and third times, I started to enjoy singing the silly songs. Now after like ten times I’m Then the 9 month growth spurt hit and I turned into a mombie (mom-zombie) which means I completely lost my mind. That has to be it, otherwise… *shudder*

I woke up with the wiggles’ songs in my head, fell asleep with the wiggles’ songs in my head, and *gasp* started dreaming about the wiggles.

I can barely even say this, but the wiggles started to even look attractive to me! Except for the weird one. You know who he is!

So now when the Gator puts the moves on me and reaches for the remote to turn off the Wiggles, I gently put my hand over his and whisper, “leave it on…

Weekly photo challenge: Sunset

When I saw the photo challenge for this week, I smiled. Sunsets, who doesn’t love them?

Below are two different views on the same sunset off a lake in Florida. We took these pictures after a fun, family get together and at the end of the day decided to walk around the lake, which had a great boardwalk.

I can still feel the warm breeze on my face as my hair whipped about haphazardly. Relaxing together, watching as the sun dipped slowly below the horizon.

Sunsets make me smile.

What makes you smile?

If you’d like to see other sunsets submitted to the Weekly Photo Challenge, check here.

Weekly photo challenge: Fall

Since it’s still a little early for the beautiful color change of fall, I thought about the type of fall I experience more than once a year. You might be familiar with it, it’s when I fall on my oh, so ample rear.

I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up

Cue dramatic music, dun, dun, DUN …

I always thought I had bad balance, but it turns out I’ve actually got better than average balance and especially with my eyes closed. Go figure.

If there’s a way to fall, I’ve done it. I’ve fallen up stairs, down stairs, off ladders, in water, on ice, from my toe or shoe getting stuck in my pants leg (that one is much too frequent), over fences, in leaves, off tires, down rocks, in mud, in pee … Yes, pee!

So you can see why I thought I had bad balance, but then I signed up for a new gym membership and it included 3 free sessions with a personal trainer. She evaluated my balance and surprise, surprise, it was very good. I even stayed up longer on one foot, while shaking my head with my eyes closed. Ha, so that means I’m just a klutz.

Just in case you were disappointed that you didn’t get any autumn goodness, here’s some pictures from Mickey’s Not So Scary Halloween Party 2008.

Mickey's Not So Scary Halloween PartyMickey's Not So Scary Halloween PartyMickey's Not So Scary Halloween PartyMickey's Not So Scary Halloween Party

If you haven’t gone to Mickey’s Not So Scary Halloween Party, I highly recommend it. Everyone gets to dress up (we went as pirates) and there’s trick-or-treating, games, a special parade and fireworks, and the rides, of course. In fact the whole park and characters are “tricked” out in Halloween fun, special outfits, spooky lights, the whole shebang. You are never to old to trick-or-treat at Disney!

If you’d like to see more fall photos submitted to the weekly photo challenge, look here.

Dear neighbor, you are on my @#$&%^ list

You are a liar and a thief! I ordered two really cool books (on learning to crochet and making stuffed animals, hehe) from Amazon. They were supposed to be delivered on Wednesday, but lo and behold, nothing arrived. I checked the tracking information and to my surprise, it said my package had been delivered on Tuesday, a day early.

Impatient to begin my crafty fun, I called the shipping company. The friendly customer service woman told me they would investigate and that it would take 24 to 48 hours. Not more than 3 hours later, my doorbell rings. Hoping that it was actually my package, just a little late, I open the door to see a very large uniformed guy. The first words out of his mouth are “I’m sorry, I delivered your package to the wrong house and your neighbor is a liar.”

Apparently, he switched the numbers and instead of dropping it off at our address (#1234), he dropped it off at your address (#1243). He saw you pick up the package and take it inside your home. Yet you have the nerve to say that you threw it away because you didn’t know the address.

We live on the same street, just 4 doors down! It’s the SAME STREET! Seriously, all you had to do is walk it down or if you were really feeling lazy, call the shipping company to pick it up and redeliver.

I can’t believe someone would throw a package away that is clearly marked with Amazon’s smiley face. It is obvious, both to me and the shipping guy, that you kept my books and gave them to your wife or kids, or maybe you just kept them for yourself.

Do you sir, like crochet and stuffed animals?

You are old enough to know better! Shaaaaaammme, shame on you! Those were my BOOKS! Now you or whoever you gave them to is doing my crafty stuff! MINE!


I want to march over there and say, “Where ARE my books? I know you have them!” But what would that accomplish? Nothing. You would just lie to me too.

Is this something I can report to the HOA? Hey HOA! My neighbor took my really cute, fun craft books, can’t you put a lien on him or something? Ya, sure. That’ll work.

So instead, I’m just going to bish and moan to every.single.person. that I talk to today. Including all of you!

Dear Neighbor, You are on my @#$&%^ list. You are lucky that Amazon is reshipping my books as we speak. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to control my craft-induced rage and stop myself from bedazzling your door.

Which I might do anyway …

::end rant::

Weekly photo challenge: Faces

Logo Blues Trail

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The Gator is out of town for work, off on adventures down the Blues Trail and here I am, home with Squeaker. *sigh* I know it’s work but he’s still out and about, traveling, and seeing new places. I used to travel for work when I was in P.R. (B.B. – before baby) and it was fun, crazy sometimes, but fun.

Some mornings I’d wake up and have no idea where I was and what I was supposed to do that day. Heart pounding, I’d search the room for a note pad with the hotel’s info on it or at least a phone book. One time after finding nothing, I had to call the front desk.

The conversation went something like this; Me: “um, where am I?” Them: Long pause where I imagine the person raising an eyebrow in judgement, “you’re at the Whatever Inn.” Me, loud exhalation, “ok,” pause, “but what city?” I swear the person was holding their breath trying not to laugh or something because I was hearing some weird choking noises.

Of course, even better than traveling for work is an actual vacation. It’s been a couple of years since we’ve gone on a real vacation, so we’re planning a short one in the late fall. Until then I’ll make due by reminiscing over the faces of vacations past. See how I did that?

These pictures are all faces found at Disney’s Animal Kingdom and EPCOT parks. I’d love to pretend I’ve been to Africa and India but alas, I haven’t had the pleasure. Maybe when Squeaker’s older we can go on a photo safari …

What are your favorite vacation memories and daydreams?

Want more face time? Here for more photos submitted for the Weekly WordPress Challenge.

Baby Feet

Weekly photo challenge: Textured

My focus for this week’s photo challenge was the textures in a mama’s life,

and apparently I’ve gone soft …

Pom Poms

A Mound of Colorful Pom Poms: Soft & Fluffy

Pom Pom’s are on my Top 10 Kid Craft Supplies, important stuff for all those fun art projects! I used these to make a Sensory Water Bag and some Sensory Bottles, which are fun baby activities.

Gentle Giraffe

Gentle Giraffe Up Close and Personal

Squeaker loves her Cloud B Gentle Giraffe, we bought the On the Go version at Target when she was just a newborn and it’s been great for helping her fall asleep and stay asleep on car rides and when we’re staying somewhere new.

Up Close Diaper

Getting to Know Baby's Diapers: Soft Dots

The above photo is a close up of the outside of her diaper. It looks a lot like bubble wrap, which The Gator says I want to wrap around Squeaker now that she’s almost walking. I don’t really, except maybe around her head and all the corners of the house and steps and on the kitchen floor (it’s tile – otherwise known as a tooth-busting floor).

Sock Monkey

Sock Monkey Love: Soft and Fuzzy

This is Squeaker’s favorite sock monkey that her Auntie got her from Etsy*.

*Warning: Shopping on Etsy is hazardous to your health. There are too many cool things and not enough time or money to see and get them all. I usually end up sobbing from the cramp in my clicking hand. Shop at your own risk.

Baby Feet

Is Sweet a Texture? Newborn Baby Feet: Soft and Wrinkled

I saved my favorite texture for last, little Squeaker’s feet when she was only minutes old. Soft and wrinkled and oh so sweet!

Here are photos of other textures that were submitted for the Weekly WordPress Challenge.

What are the textures of your life?