My second attempt...

So now that I have broken the ice with my first blog, the reasoning would say that this posting would be easier, no such luck. It is almost 9 p.m. the baby is going to bed, the dog is asleep at my feet and I sit here wondering what the point of all of this is. Is this just a way of recounting the days triumphs and setbacks, or is there more to a project like this. I am not sure, I started this by thinking I would discover more about myself, not just relive the days events. But maybe, as I write I will learn more about myself in the long run. Hmm, questions to ponder.

So here is my funny story for the day, it seems I always have at least one, I mean with a toddler and a puppy how can you not laugh at least once a day. I was on my way to pick up my husband from the ferry, a commute I know very well. Just as I was pulling into the parking lot to wait for him to disembark, I notice something moving out of the corner of my eye. I look and what do I see, but a tree frog jumping right at me. First of all; how in the heck did a tree frog get into my car?? I have not a single clue, but that is beside the point. All I know is that at this moment is there is a frog in my car and I haven't touched or played with a amphibian in many years, nor have I wanted to. And then to my dismay here comes this frog jumping right for me, while I am driving. I let out a meager little whimper and my daughter follows suit thinking all this is a game. The frog then decides that jumping on me may not be in his best interest lands on my steering wheel and turns around to jump on my dash. Now all I am thinking is, Danielle you are being so stupid, it is just a tiny little frog, but at the same time I am wondering where in the heck is my husband who likes these little guys. Thankfully the frog calmes down and decides to wait it out with the rest of us in my front window and my husband amusedly plucks the frog from his resting place once he gets in the car. Then we have a frog release party in the park directly behind the Town and Country grocery store. My daughter was very pleased with this, as was I, although I am still perplexed as to how he got into my car in the first place.

So now it is Friday night, many years ago I would have been known to be out on the town till about midnight or later. But, those are pre-baby days, so now it is typing on the computer to no one, or many depending on if anyone views these postings. Now getting silly is cracking open a bottle of wine and watching a movie that requires me to stay up past 11. Ah, how times have changed. There are plenty of good things about this however. I notice that my husband and I both take much better care of our home now that we aren't out partying all of the time. See, most of the weekend we would be out and about and come Sunday we would be either too tired or hungover to do much of any kind of home improvement. Now, we have plenty of energy for those things, but not much of a social life. How the pendulum swings. Some days I don't even put makeup on, now that was something in my early years(20's)that I would always do. Now, if I leave the house there needs to be a motivation to put make-up on, but only if I am going somewhere deserving of the make up. Those places are restaurants, movies(hardly ever go there though), to see friends, and that is about it. Saves me money on makeup though, which is good because as much as my daughter eats us out of house and home we could use the extra money. :-)

Ok, off to the weekend, and the big project-- painting of the garage!!! How exciting. Do these projects test anyone elses marriage out there?? I can almost guarantee a fight or two between my husband and I, and we rarely fight. These kind of things seem to bring out weird amounts of tension. Like, "Why didn't you tell me it wasn't straight" or "Why didn't you ask me for that while I was in the other room?" "I told you to hold the ladder steady" I will provide an accurate account of the days events sometime. For now it is check the e-mail and look forward to the Johnson Harvest Fair.

I guess I will start with the obvious, I have never been a "blogger" and I guess I am not quite sure where to begin. As the title suggests, I thought this might be an interesting way to discover a bit about myself. Since I became a stay at home mom, my life has changed drastically. Many ways for the better, some changes are just that, changes, niether good or bad, and others I am still trying to get used to. I have always been the type of person who enjoys writing in journals and such, so I thought I would give this a try. A way of venting the days many dilemas, or maybe just few minutes for a simple thought or two(when I have time or sanity for simple thoughts).

So here is where I am at now. My days are consumed with a few loads of laundry, dirty diapers, the typical household chores. I find myself in more amusing and frustrating situations with the life of a toddler then I could have ever imagined. I have a husband who works very hard and when he comes home our daughter is the number one priority( I really love this man), and then when our daughter finally goes to bed we both starve for a few minutes of peace before we close our eyes on the day. The routine can get extremely suffocating, but I am trying, and so is my husband, to keep it from killing the two of us. I think this blog will be a wonderful way to get my thoughts down the the days drama, frustrations, comedy, and even boredom.

Today started out simple enough. Get up at six, let our 10 week old puppy out to do her business, make some much needed coffee. Oh, and here is a little tid bit, I never was a big coffee drinker, until I moved to Bainbridge Island. My mom, who is from Salem, Oregon, swears she has never had coffee as good as she gets in Seattle and the surrounding area. My question, is there something in the water around here??? I now must have a good two cups of coffee every morning before I really face the day, I guess I am a true western Washington girl. Anyway, have some coffee, get the husband out the door, and no sooner have I done that then my daughter wakes up at a very early hour. For her, anything before eight in the morning is early. So now I know I am in for a cranky morning. But she is always so darn cute when I first walk in, she is just starting to really talk, and when I get to her room she greets me with the sweetest "I love you" I think I have ever heard. I pick her up and give her a great big kiss, and then she says, " Uh-oh I farted." This has fast become her new favorite phrase, her father is very proud of this as I think he thinks this will keep her from dating at some point. Anyway, after discussing my daughters flatulence for awhile we manage to make it downstairs for breakfast. There we encounter a very hyper puppy who is even more excited to see her favorite playmate up and around. Combine this with a not quite awake 21 month old and needless to say this causes a bit of grief for everyone. The dog is hyper, the child is tired, and the result is a few temper tantrums before the stroke of 9 a.m.

I decide since my wonderful little girls is a bit cranky that I would put her in her stroller and take her and the puppy for a walk in our new neighborhood. Now until I can get our puppy trained a bit better on a leash I will have to remind myself why this was a bad idea. Between trying to navigate a stroller that was built to hold 6 months of food rations and a dog that can not decide which side of me to walk on I am suprised I made it home in one piece. I don't know how many times I tripped and thought "this is it, I am going down." I get home and decide to let both of them out in the front yard to run around. This proves to be exciting, I am so busy telling both of them "no" that I am not sure whose name to call out. I get the dog and the girl mixed up and end up feeling like I ran a marathon of the mental kind. I thought the puppy and my toddler would be wonderful together, and by all accounts they are. The only negative is that them seem to wind each other up during certain times of the day, and this was one of them. My daughter is tackling the dog, now my dog is tackling my daughter, and those little puppy teeth are razor sharp so I have to keep on my toes and inevitably there is always a little bit of crying, but no worse for the wear. My daughter is now in desperate need of a bath because she decided to dig in the flower bed just like the puppy and has proceeded to throw dirt and mud all over herself, the dog somehow is not too messy.

Well now it is lunchtime and then off to nap for the toddler, the puppy too, so that mom can write her blog and have a Diet Coke in peace. But, as I sit here my wonderful little girl is trying to boycott her naps all of a sudden, she has been trying this for a week or so. She will usually give in and finally take one, but not without a significant fight. A part of me worries, how will I keep it together once she stops taking naps. That is one little bit of mommy time I get, my sanity could take a big hit. :-)

That is all for today, unless something really good happens this afternoon, you just never know.