IN MY NON HUMBLE OPINION

Here's a little vid clip of the Kday doing an interview on P.C.T.V. A few weeks ago he organized a big group ride with a bunch of other local cyclists and they made a stop at the Trail Side Bike Park. After P.C.T.V witnessed his wicked riding skills they wanted an interview.
Not really! Kday is actually mister humility himself so that's the most humerous part of his entire interview. The fact that he got nominated by all his friends to be interviewed and the fact that they aired his completely sarcastic comment about himself being awesome. You'll see, check him at out at frame 2:08.



He really doesn't think THAT highly of himself... I however, do think that highly of him

And if you want to get sick watching his helmet cam vid from their ride that day here's a little taste of his medicine. The first half is just some DH at the end of their ride and the second half is them "stomping" (in Kday's words) it at the bike park.

STUPID THURSDAYS...

I work a few hours a week every Thursday. For the most part I'd say I get a long with my co-workers, but every once and a while I cringe at some of the things that pop out of their mouths. Yesterday I started paying extra attention to the stupid comments that fell upon my awaiting ears.

Example #1:

When one coworker was understandably sharing her exciting news about her recent adoption of a 2 year old little girl from China who has special needs, the other of my coworkers said, "So, what's WRONG with her?"
Call me over protective or over sensitive but....excuse me lady! Nothing is WRONG with anybody! Special needs doesn't indicate a wrong doing by The Creator above, it simply means a special need. You're the person in the wrong! Because a child is born with a non-functioning kidney has no implications that her body is wrong and yours is right... she just needs medication. Seriously, you should be asking yourself what's wrong with me!

Example #2:

This one is minor, I know. But it still got under my skin. When passing off a patient from one therapy service to now be under my supervision and services, the P.T described me as.... "Shannon, that blonde girl over there." While pointing to me. 

I responded with, I haven't had blonde hair for almost a year... you can't possibly be describing me as a blonde. It's really not a big deal, so what- blonde/brunette. But when I tell you that I don't have blonde hair, don't continue to tell me that my hair is dark blonde! Just say, you're right, you definitely have brunette hair now, what was I thinking? Next time I'll invite her to the salon with me so that my stylist can properly educate this woman on the difference between the colors yellow and brown, apparently they don't learn that in P.T school. :)

Example #3:

In the middle of a discussion about what types of payment a store accepts I stated, "They take cash only." The response from a certain someone was, "Cash, you mean.... like a debit card?" No you goof ball! Cash as in the greenbacks, B-franks, Moolah, bacon, dallaz, loot, dough.... NOT PLASTIC CARDS OF ANY KIND. Again, think before you speak people.

Join me next Thursday for Stupid Things People Say At Work :)

JELLY BEAN HANGOVER

Mom, if you're reading- Stop before you get totally bugged out by my eating habits as of last night. :)

When Kday goes out of town I secretly like it because I rent all the redb0x movies that are really meant for 13 year old hopeless romantic girls. Anything with the title princess in it. Sad right? I also like to stay up till the wee hours of the night and indulge in a few of my favorite things, including Infomercials. I freaking love them. Especially the ones that involve a cleaning product of sorts. If I was rich I'd buy a steam cleaner in a heart beat.
Back to my point. I also have a hard time sleeping when Kday is absent. So last night I popped in season 10 of Fr1ends on kday's fancy computer and set up camp in bed. Along my side was a bag of jellybeans. It was the only thing I had wanted to eat all day. What is that? So I indulged. I ate jelly beans all night long. I'd roll over at 3 am and all I could think about were those damn jelly beans. I'd throw a few down, roll over, and back to dreamland.
Well, this am I awoke to a massive jelly bean hangover. It wasn't good. That feeling where your blood sugars have plummeted after topping off the charts. I wanted to puke. Ick. Sick. Double ick. Why did those black jelly beans call my name last night. Never again.

My point is.... Kday, you need to come home asap so I can get some sleep and eat something other than T0p Ramen and jelly beans. 

30 WEEKS, AND THEN SOME

What's up with my absence in this wonderful space I've created here? You got me! I just haven't had the energy or the mental capacity to write about anything worth writing about. And in about 3 weeks you'll all find out why. But until then, I'm determined to sit here and force my finger tips to chatter away at the keyboard of this new computer until something pops into my grey matter.

Baby brudda's birth mother is 30 weeks along now and I'm starting to realize the magnitude of the next 10 weeks. Not just the superficial "nesting" anymore, but the total knee weakening reality of the idea of being a mother of 2 children in a matter of weeks. A newborn.
When we were preparing for Layla it was a matter of impossible to grasp the idea of a newborn or being a mother. It was all about the excitement of a new life and the dream of becoming a mother. Now, I'm  a mother all day. And it's been almost 2 years since I've handled a newborn and it's kinda freakin me out all over again! Sleep training, feeding, diapering, swaddling, soothing... etc. It all feels so foreign! And as a cherry on top I'm having a hard time imagining it because I don't even know if this little parcel of newness will arrive before or after we move into a new home. So the day dreams of where I'll set up nursery and change all those millions of diapers a day... it's all unknown as of now. I've been so caught up in all the other changes in our life that I'm forgetting that a little man is about to enter my life in a few weeks. Am I ready? I felt sooooo ready for Layla. How is it that for number two I feel totally unprepared?

GETTIN DOWN TO BIZNAZ

You miggitty might be wondering where in the tarnation I've been in your daily blog roll. We've been getting down to biznaz around these parts. We've got approximately less than 73 days to the arrival of Brudda and we aint wasting any time. I'm in the nucleus of the "nesting" storm. And with only 73 days left of the existing day family triad, I've committed total devotion to living in the moment and enjoying every day. Because life is about to get a whole lotta freaky deaky in the coming year. So here's a little of the biz that's been going down.

Enjoying morning nappy rats nest hair while making scrumptious smoothies together.
Whipped topping included.
Life is short. Eat a yummy breakfast with your favorite little human.

If you can't tell from my Ansel Adams photog skills, that's a pic of our FOR SALE sign.
This place is on the market and it's gonna go fast people... so start the bidding.

Whose the mystery man? Vinney. I've been practicing my newborn snuggling tactics and I must say, I'm quiet rusty.
Not to mention that this pic was taken after a day at The Magleby's Mansion overlooking their insane view and partaking in their superb company.

Chillaxin at The Hill. 

And relishing in lackadaisical afternoon naps together.

I know life is going to be rad with two kids, but for the next 73 days.... I'm going to delight in the simplicity that is Buca.

ABC's & 123's

Layla's big announcement! from Kevin Day on Vimeo.

This is Buca baby at dinner time with the Mr. We shot this video as Layla's way of announcing to her birth mother that she is about to be a bis sister.
It was well received.
And apparently, according to Layla, her baby brother's name is going to be Babus. Super.

Enjoy your weekend. We'll be at the races supporting Kday. See you fella's on Monday. 

LET ME SEE YOUR TOOTSIE ROLL!

Lest you think I'm the perfect mother...

Today while doing last minute shopping for my list of things to do for tonight's "Enrichment Night" that I procrastinated - Layla ate popcorn and bug juice for lunch in the shopping cart.

The third time through Barney's Day at the Farm video I noticed her diaper seeping through her shorts because I had yet to change it this morning.... it was now 3:42 pm. 

While setting up for the Relief Society activity that was supposed to be outside and was violated by thunderstorms, thus moving it inside- I hid in my car and cried because I was so overwhelmed by the confrontational conversations going on between the leaders. 

Layla left her half eaten apple somewhere in the church and I had no time or desire to attempt to locate it and place it in the trash receptacle. 

I'm home now sitting on the couch admiring the clean up job Kday did after feeding Buca and putting her to bed. And it's all I can do to wait long enough to get the tootsie roll wrapper off before shoving it into my mouth.

There is now a pile of paper wrappers scattered across the couch.

I'm glad today is over.

Layla was a gem and I made sure to stop to give her a hug and tell her thank you for being the calm amidst my storm. 

 I freaking love her guts.

K is for KDAY

Don't be a hater because I'm about to post about the fabulousness that is my Mr. This isn't a mushy tushy "I'm so blessed" post. What this is.... is... a few words about My Favorite Grown Up Ever Invented. That's his new title. Because MFGUEI doesn't really spell anything super rad, we'll just make it simple and call him Kday for short.
This man is flipping awesome. He stood by my side through over 1/2 a decade of depression and anxiety. He also held my hand at almost every fertility treatment appointment. Poor man, knows his way around an OB/GYN office better than most women. He is my very best friend and I love when I can make him laugh so hard his squeaky laugh slips out. We could drive across the country together and there's no one else I'd rather have sit co-pilot. He lives his dreams, rides his bikes, ski's his buns off, and works like a maniac to provide for me and the Buca. And nothing beats coming home to him cradling Layla and dancing around her room while she sleeps on his shoulder. He does hard things and tells no one about it. He accomplishes greatness and his humility would never allow him to brag. He can Wheely his bike for a gazillion miles. His friendship to all is most genuine and I can't get enough of him. I love that his pokey leg hairs drive me crazy after he shaves them. He feels like this about me and it's sweet cuz I really don't deserve it.
He's my cup of tea. The Yin to my Yang. The better half of me. I freaking love him. He's Kday. Nuff said.

He's kind of a loner and I love that.

He'll always look better in spandex than I will.
See you later Mr Handsom

27 WEEKS

AND NOW FOR THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.....

The Mr Kday and I have been chosen by another beautiful, amazing, selfless woman to adopt a little boy. He's still a bun in the oven and cooking thoroughly until his due date of August 28.

This experience so far has been exponentially different from our adoption of Layla. Both miracles, both brilliant blessings. I'm already nesting and we feel like we're busting at the seams in our little home. So along with the expedited paperwork process of getting approved for the adoption, (almost as much work as being audited by the IRS!) we're toying with the idea of moving. We are all aware that three months is a long time for things to change, so for now we're enjoying the journey, building a beautiful relationship with our little son's birth mother, and praying for this miracle to continue. I'm quite freaked by the idea of a boy. But Buca is already walking around the house talking to her "baby brudda."

And without further ado, I'd like to introduce....

Baby Brudda

Hopefully joining our family in August 2011