I have an addiction

AHEM (Stands up and clears throat). Hi my name is Kristi and I have an addiction. It is called paper. I LOVE it. Mulberry, handmade, textured, metallic, patterned, neutral colours, blues, hot pink, oh, and snowflakes. I love snowflakes. I am terrible. I hoard it. However, with my cardmaking, I have found a way to feed my addiction. Tonight I fed it. And fed it. I found some really beautiful handmade stuff, and I found some embossed cardstock 3 for a $. hee hee hee. I am so giddy right now.

I am off to try to ignore all of my paper and work on my niece's quilt.

Oh my God

I know my sister posted this, (wonderings from the wack - sorry don't know how to do hyperlink) but it has been on my mind since I read it last night. I wasn't sure if I should forward it to relatives (or if DSis already had, didn't talk to her today). I didn't want to worry them, but at the same time, HOLY CRAP. It was in the back of my mind when they left that I hoped mom and dad would have a safe trip, but I never really thought something would happen. They've gone back to our roots in Ireland and Wales. Dad sent this email last night (his wording):

"Hi guysWE are in limerick and are just about to leave for cork.we are going to the town of adare and then around the ring of kerry. Dublin was great, very interesting .Belfast had a lot of trouble going on. There was a car petrol bombed outside our hotel one night and the next morning there was a demonstration out side with 6 cop cars in full riot gear but nothing happened. Have pictures to show.Yesterday we drove from belfast to here. we stopped in galway and got photos of galway bay.my time is running down (15min for 1 euro) so will say goodbyeyou cant send anything this way as we will not be here (obviously)i will try again when we are in wales or england. dad and mom"

I hope the rest of their trip is a lot less dangerous, mom's blood pressure can't handle all of that. Not to mention, she's used to cruising as her preferred type of travel!

the neverending circle of coffee

I can't sleep. Why, you may ask? Because I had two cups of coffee today so I could get through the day cause I couldn't sleep last night. But now I can't sleep tonight because I had two coffees today. And tomorrow, when DS wakes up, I will definitely need another coffee. Hmmm, so I guess the question is, when to break the cycle?

On other topics, I can't seem to wrap my head around a sewing project that I had hoped I would have finished by now. I'm sure it will be easy enough once I cut the fabric, but I'm making my own pattern, and having problems with the dimensions, so I'm at a standstill. However, I have had a creative bug in regards to my card making the last couple days, and I've made 55 so far. I little off my goal of 350 - 400 for the craft fairs I want to enter, but doable. The other crafts I want to get done for then may pose other problems, but we'll see.

Happy Birthday Baby

It's DS's 2nd birthday today! He was so cute, last night I was trying to cuddle him, telling him about the night before he was born. And all he wanted was to get down and brush his teeth. Maybe I'll try again when he's a little older and can appreciate it.
So I'll write about it here. I knew when I was having him (but not if baby was a girl or boy) because he was breech, so I had to have a scheduled c-section.
My mom & dad came out to stay the night before, a thursday night. Dad helped DH put together the toybox and the crib, and Mom helped me make the crib, and get the guys to arrange the furniture. Then we went downstairs to visit. It helped me to take my mind off of the surgery to have my parents there the night before. Mom & Dad were to stay the weekend, as DH was going to stay in the hospital with me.
In the morning Dad took pictures of us leaving for the hospital, and then he went to my sister's to walk my niece to school. DH and I had to sit in the waiting area at the hospital for over an hour. I was starving, but they came to get us after not too long.
It was early! I had been told the surgery would start at 1pm, by the time it was under way, DS was actually born at 12:51. He weighed 7lbs 11oz, and was 21 inches long.
As it was a section, there was a curtain up so I couldn't see what was going on. I could feel when they pulled baby out, as a kind of a release of weight, and then I heard them say, "congratulations, it's a boy", and then DS crying. Then the *stupid* intern comes around the curtain and tells us we have a beautiful girl. I, at this point, am hopped up on adrenaline and drugs, and am all confused. I was convinced that I was having a girl, they told me I had a boy, now they're saying it's a girl. Did I have twins, and I missed it???? I looked at the intern in confusion and pondered his statement. He apologized to us profusely.
We had a chuckle, and then DH went over to where he was being weighed, etc. He left to the nursery with baby, as I was being stitched back up. The hospital policy is that you are not allowed to hold your baby until your epidural has worn off. However, my Obgyn and family doctor were there with me, and as my gurney was stopped in front of the nurser, my Obgyn told DH to hand me the baby, and go get the camera. I got to hold DS for a good couple minutes, and our doctor took a bunch of pictures of us. He was hilarious. He told DH he should be kissing me, and so then he took a picture of DH laying one on me while holding DS! It really is a cute family picture.
My parents showed up at the hospital just after I was brought up from recovery, even before DS was brought back to us, because they were so anxious to see their grandchild! And from thereonin, we had visitors allllllll day long. It was beautiful, wonderful, and lovely.
Being a mom is the most amazing feeling in the world. There absolutely is no way to describe the immediate love you have for your child.
Hopefully, one day, DS will be interested in listening. Right now, I'll take the numerous times a day he'll stop playing to say "yuv you mommy", "huggie","kissy". That melts my heart.

ATTENTION Jackass that stole my phone

What motherfucking kind of scum pickpockets a cell phone from a diaper bag slung accross the back of a mom, pushing a toddler in a stroller, I would like to know????? I don't know if you thought I looked like I had money, but you are an imbecile. Yes, it was a nice phone, but I only paid $40 three months ago with my plan, and it will now cost me $400 to replace it. $400 I DO NOT HAVE YOU ASSHOLE. I can not afford a new phone, yet I need one, and I have to pay for my plan regardless if I actually have a phone. I have to pay, not for my stupidity, but for the disrespect of some scum of the earth. It really fucking chaps my hide that I have to pay to replace my fucking phone.