I Love My Cubs Hat

Ricky is absolutely obsessed with his Cubs hat. He had been wearing it off and on but since it's summer and I want to keep his perfect complexion perfect, he's been wearing it a lot more. He's become so fond of it that even when we're just hanging out at home, he refuses to remove it.

He sometimes asks to nap with it and has slept a whole night wearing it. I hope it doesn't do anything bad to his hair, although my sister tells me he will become bald if he keeps wearing it. She also pointed out that we need to let him know that he can't wear it when he starts pre-school next year. So far, I think he gets it. We went to a wake yesterday and he didn't complain that he couldn't wear his Cubs hat.

Oh and did I mention that he loves to sing the "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" 7th inning stretch song?

Flying With Your Toddler

We just came back from visiting my sister and her husband in Boston. It was a great trip and we wish we were still there. The flight was roughly 3 hours and I can't tell you how many days I spent going over the what-ifs with little Ricky in my head. What if he has a tantrum? What if he barfs all over the place on the plane? What if he tells the lady at the counter that she is chubby?

I am happy to report that the hours in flight were wonderful. The only time we were worried was when we all had to take our shoes off in security. Ricky started to cry and say "No mommy, keep shoes on" and he started to cry VERY loudly. After trying to redirect his attention in a multitude of ways, the only thing that worked was reverting to my grandmother's strategy of fear and telling him that the policeman standing over there will take me and daddy away if he didn't stop crying. It worked, but I still regret telling him that and I cringe whenever I remember it.

The trick to flying with a toddler is buying those tiny sticker books for $1.50, coloring books, and a portable DVD player. We thought we could avoid buying the DVD player by occupying him with other things but it ended up saving the day in the end. Ricky was so engrossed in books and DVDs on both flights that nobody would ever guess we had a toddler with us.

And no, he didn't barf, but I had 2 changes of clothes just in case!

So it Goes...

So here I am again. I did have an old blog, but I got tired of it. I hope to use this one as an outlet - mental and what-have-you. I used to be a big journal writer - from second grade until I turned about 25 and realized that if I died, someone would be reading all my secrets. Ironic that I am doing this now and all is available to world to peruse.

I am at work now. At the public library. Trying to hold my nose as the B.O. seems to drift by. So far today the worst offender was a woman. She smelled just like an old man who hadn't showered in weeks. I had to do a Mapquest request for her. I did it as fast as I could because I just wanted the smell away from me. I was secretly wondering if she had a husband who would tell her "Honey, you might want to take a shower."I like my new job a lot. It is so darn easy and I can't believe that people actually need a MLIS to do this (shhhh!!!). I like people - most days. As long as they are nice. And don't smell. Oh and take my reading suggestions.

I have a fab husband named Mark who I have been with for 11 years. We'll have our 5 year anniversary this year. We have a 2 year, 5 month old son named Ricky. He knew all his letters when he turned 18 months old and now he knows every truck on the road. By type - flatbed, tow, tanker, tandem, bulldozer, excavator, loader, digger, roller, etc etc etc. Funny, I don't think I could rattle off anything like that when I was his age. I must be dumb.