Just Faux Fun Friday

It's been a while since I've posted one of these! So here we go. My mom called me a few weeks ago and said, "You know that 'Opps I crapped my pants' brownie recipe you have?"  I said, "What?"
She claims that's what I used to call my Weight Watchers Fiber brownie recipe (which happens to be 2 points if you're into weight watchers).  I don't remember calling it that, so I was cracking up at my mom calling it Oops I crapped my pants brownies.  Nowadays I call them Fiber Brownies, because I'm a grown-up. ;)  So for Just Faux Fun Friday, I present you with Oops I Crapped My Pants, one of the funniest SNL commercials! Watch it!  You won't regret it.

And just because I don't like to post without pictures, here's my little froggie!

The time I became afraid of heights

Husband and I love to travel.  (Things may be different now that Baby is here.) We are also very competitive.  We will turn everything and anything into a competition.  (I'll have to document the great Mac and Cheese bake-off of 2009 later.) So where am I going with this?  Can you give an exact date you became afraid of heights? Spiders? Tornados?  Probably not, but I can tell you the exact date, location, and incident that made me afraid of heights.
The date: August 9, 2010.
Location: Wet 'n Wild - Orlando, FL
The Ride: Der Stuka and The Bomb Bay

While in Orlando, husband and I had an "adventure off" as in who would ride every ride and not chicken out. Day One- Universal Studios went pretty well.  We started with the Hulk and ended with Harry Potter.  Side Note - Roller coasters are nowhere near as fun as I remember.  I think I pulled something in my neck the first day.  But I would NOT be out-adventured.
Move to Day Three- Wet 'n Wild. I was doing pretty well, riding every ride and enjoying myself. Enter the afore mentioned ride. So it's a double slide, the right being Der Stuka where the rider pushes himself off the edge and down the slide.  The left is The Bomb Bay, where the rider steps into a capsule and the bottom drops out and the rider plummets down the slide.  Which would you choose?

I made the wise decision to ask the 10 year old in front of me which one was less scary.  In his infinite 10 year old wisdom, he suggested the Bomb Bay noting, you don't have to make yourself go off the edge, the ride makes you go.  I thought, this kid is on to something. So I got in that line.  Husband said 'no way in hell' and got in the other line.  He went down before me. I should have made the same choice. 

As I stood there, waiting to get in the capsule and have the bottom drop out from under me, I began to doubt my decision.  But as I saw child after child enter the capsule without hesitation, I thought, 'I can do this.'  Then came my turn.  I entered the capsule and looked down at the end of the slide where a man with a flag signaled to the ride operator.  As she came to close the capsule door I put my hand out dramatically and said "WAIT!" with desperation and fear in my voice.  To this she just rolled her eyes and answered, "It lasts like 2 seconds."  But I stood there like I was about to end my life; like I was making a life and death decision.  Then I made it.  I got OUT of the capsule and began my walk of shame down the spiral. 

Husband was waiting for me at the bottom, but I appeared next to the slide, not on it.  As I approached him with tears in my eyes, I defeatedly admitted "You win."

Ever since then, even going down the escalator (especially the ones at Rosslyn and Dupont Circle) gives me a little vertigo.  Is it pathetic, hilarious, expected?  Did I set myself up for this?  You tell me.  

She's Here!

We're alive and Vivian is here.  Actually, she's been hanging out with us in the real world since March 4.  Arriving 12 days early, Miss Viv entered the world tipping the scales at a whopping 5 pounds, 9 ounces and 18" long.  The delivery itself went pretty well despite some drops in her heart rate and several threats of a C-section.  She is beautiful and I am more in love with her than I ever thought I could be and all those cliche things you hear new Moms say.  They're true.  This blog is about truth... I can't make this stuff up.  So with that I'd like to give you the real truth - in bullet points because Vivian is getting restless - about delivery and life after.

• Within 5 minutes of checking in, all modesty goes out the window.  After getting in my gown and attached to the monitors, I had to walk to the bathroom with my ass hanging out.
• The hospital staff was great, but as soon as Vivian arrived, I felt like I was man-handled.
• I threw-up and passed out after my first trip to the bathroom. Lovely.
• No one prepared me for the sheer amount of blood there would be in the days following the birth. It's like a waterfall ya'll. Thank you hospital for the biggest pads I've ever seen.  They were necessary and greatly appreciated.
• Hospital underwear is the best, most comfortable ever.  I may have taken 10 pairs home.
• Since returning home, personal hygiene has taken a backseat. I'm lucky to brush my teeth most days.  It's all about the baby. 
• Life revoles around Vivian's feeding and pooping schedule. The most common sentences are, When did she eat last? and Did she poop today? 

I haven't been on my own yet, since my Mom is still in town, so I am petrified about when she leaves how I will handle all the night feedings on my own.   I'll let you know how it goes, but it might be a while before I can post again.  Not that I'm not still stalking others blogs whether I know them or not.

I leave you with some pictures of cuteness that is my baby.