Junkie

I have decided that I am an information junkie. I read constantly and when I don't know something, I'm researching it.

Case in point: when I was pregnant, I read just about every book (well maybe not EVERY one) and watched TLC non-stop. My favorite show was special delivery where the babies and (sometimes) the mom were high risk. Dan would shake his head at me and tell my how ridiculous it was, but it made perfect sense to me. If they can save THAT baby with the heart defect and only a 2% chance of surviving, then mine will be juuuuuust fine. I watched c-section after c-section, amazed and un-alarmed, second only to the amount of HOME births that I saw on both the internet and again TLC (preggos, if you don't have TLC, you need to get it). I was fascinated and prepared. Nothing like that combo to make you sleep well at night.

Case in point Numero Dos: My boss went to the Queen Creek Olive Mill over the weekend and knew I was interested in the it, so she brought back an pamphlet about the mill. I Oooohed and Aaahhed over it and read it front to back as it explained the process. Did you know they cold press the olives and that healthy olives are not Black!? Right. Neither did I, but now I do.

Did you know that you can look up your recent searches on Google? (looked that up to find that out, too) So I just did and on August 23rd (a random date I just picked) I searched for 18 things from 8:43AM until about noon. Just random things. Is that strange? I'm beginning to wonder about me a bit. I want to know a little about a lot, so I'm informed about important and also random things. If I'm being reeeally honest, I want to know more than a little. I am not a scholarly person and don't enjoy school (although I'm a current student..blah) but relish knowledge.

If only I could major in Trivial Pursuit...

Tonight I'm marveling at how much I've gotten done today. Worked, picked up the boys from my mom's house, threw in laundry, wrote part of a paper, bathed the boys, sat with the boys through old school Donald Duck, and did some reading. I've had so much time tonight, that I've let my mind wander toward the next few months...Kale's birthday, Halloween, Logan's birthday, Thanksgiving, then Christmas. This may just be the last night in the next five months that I will have a minute to breath....hmmm....a bit daunting. In thinking about holidays, specifically Halloween as it's the first one to arrive, something very important struck me. I simply had to write.

New mom's especially--get a pen and jot this down--you will not remember this and it really could be detrimental. Ready? OK.

Your child's first Halloween costume may just set the tone for his life.

Give it a minute and let it sink in.

Case in point: Logan my little monkey. Sweet, silly loves to climb, hang and screech in laughter. He is lovable and sensitve and once he did even eat poo (dog poo--accidentally of course), and I know you were thinking it because you too saw that naughty little chimp wipe his bootie and lick it then fall off the tree.

Now to Kale: My little Chili Pepper. Kale is as hot and spicy as they come. He lives with the passion that so many of us lack. His intensity far exceeds a simple bell or poblano....he's a habanero in every way. He makes me melt when he take his little chubby hand and touches my cheek so gently in the early morning, and gets my blood boiling when he looks me dead in the eye and gives "May-theee" (Mason, our dog) his spaghetti dinner as I'm warning him not to even think about it.

So the moral is this: stick with honey bees and little lambs and leave the peeees in the pod and the adorable devil on the rack.

Just in case.