Chocolate Martini Headache

Went to see my girl Ewbliette tonight. The boys were playing a game based on the movie The House on Haunted Hill  that one of them had developed.

It was pretty cool, each player builds a section of the house as the game progresses. I rattled on about Famke Jansen and old movies, to anyone who would listen, missing my buddy Ger, a fellow movie nerd.

Anyway, Brotherkurt made me a total of  two sinfully delicious chocolate martinis (my limit!) during the evening. I came home with the worst headeache evah. Blah.

Problems at Work

So, we are on a reduced paycheck for the next few months. I knew we had to watch our money and there are certainly expenses with the little one, but this is sounding scary.

It's not the first time that we have had troubles with E's company. But we had to have a little talk to decide what we are going to do. Just how long are we going to stay at a reduced salary? When do we cut our losses and move on? I want answers to all these questions, but E doesn't have them yet.

It seems like someone decided that now E has bought a house and has started a family that we won't leave the company now. We need make some firm decisions and soon.

Flower Pouter

We have very little dinero and a special meal is a treat. V-day was looking especially bleak until Mom came to the rescue with lobster claws from Sam's club and all of the fixin's: crusty French bread, butter, corn and a big ole bottle of Fancy Brut Champagne. I spent the day cleaning up the house and vamping up.  When Tennisfiend came home late, I was certain that he had been out selling newspapers so he could surprise me with a modest bouquet of flowers. For reasons completely unknown to me I was devistated when he came home empty handed.

I get flowers three times a year: Our anniversary, Women's Day and Valentine's Day. I know we don't have the finances for frivolity. I realize TF is under enourmous pressure at work. I understand that we have other priorities now. But some tiny irrational piece or my brain took control and I pouted like a six year old. No flowers for me on Valentine's Day, Whahhh!

For shame! I sucked it up and tried to hide my disappointment, but TF knows me too well. He made up a quick excuse, dashed out and returned with a battered but beautiful bunch of flowers. He gave me a big hug and apologized for being a lug. Heh. I was the real lug.

Thank You Moosh!

Couldn't Help Myself

I'm feeling a less anxious now, so I'm enjoying some time outside with my little supervisor. Gardening at last seems like a realistic pursuit. I couldn't help but post the full size pic since Tyoma is so adorable!  I seem to have little time or mental energy for long posts, so this will be the blog for now.

Peas!

Yep. I promised myself I'd avoid it, but for now, this is a mommyblog. Anyway, this is a bit backdated as I try to shuffle my life in order. Please enjoy, "Baby's First Peas."


 

He is the sweetest, cutest, cutest little thing! While feeding him in the sunroom he loked just like a baby birdy, opening his mouth for a bite to eat!

Happy Fienderversary!

Holy Cow! We've been married for twelve years! I love you Tennismoosh!

Devil Baby!

Help! I can't stop taking pictures of the baby! Thanks to Dadfiend for photoshopping out the red eyes! :D

"Mama"

While Tennisfiend was out playing on league night, I was home with Tyoma, who said "Mama" for the very first time. He said it twice in a row, at about 9:00 p.m.. I doubt if he understood what it meant, but I became quite teary-eyed and called my own mom.

More Snow!

Yes, Virginia, it really does snow in Las Cruces! Photo compliments of AI Visions.

We woke up to about four inches of snow today, but didn't bother to take any pics. Please content yourself with this lovely picture of our friend A.K.'s upscale digs. He dragged himself out of bed early and assembled an impressive quantity of camera gear while the rest slept in and drank hot chocolate.

At about eleven o'clock this morning, our neighbor Sioux's mom, Peggy, dropped by. She house-sat while her daughter traveled on business for the weekend. Peg had locked her self out of the house while taking some photos of her own. Poor Peggy shivered in the cold , slushy rain or twenty minutes, turning over icy rocks, looking for the one with the key in it until she realized that her son was the one with the hidden key.

We wound up calling a locksmith, who took two hour to get here (busy day!). In the interim, I quizzed her about her life. What an interesting woman. Peg, an Australian, was a nurse in the (Korean?) war when she met her husband who was a wounded pilot. After they married, the two of them traveled just about everywhere--Sumatra, Saudi Arabia, China, Japan, and Fiji. I asked if the travel was military related, but she said no. I think her husband was a commercial pilot, so that accounts for most of the travel, Peg worked at a local hospital for fifteen years as a head nurse until she retired three years ago.

Since then she has been taking horticultural classes for pleasure at the university and plans acquire the title of "Master Gardener" via coursework and special certifications. She doesn't plan to open up a business or work, she simply enjoys gardening and I suspect that the prestige of being a "Master Gardener" tickles her pink. At last I understand why Sioux has the most velvety green lawn in sight.

First Tooth

Tyoma's first tooth came in today! We used the special spoon that Babushka Lydia sent us from Moscow to herald in the new dental visitor. Ting! Ting! Ting! As Papa tapped the spoon against the tooth. This ritual is a Russian tradtion to bring good health. Heck, if it works maybe I'll buy a spoon and give up flossing!