My calendar

Fluffimama now only embodies the first part of the the fluffimama definition.  My little guys has 'given up' his cloth  diapers.  In a desperate attempt to stop the tantrums, we took away his binky, switched him back to disposable diapers and bought him a new Cars dvd (we lost our other one).  This combination of changes has turned him back into happy baby.  I cannot even begin to tell you how MUCH I missed happy baby.  The one who smiles, laughs, claps and reaches for me with kisses.  Unhappy baby screams, doesn't nap, hits his head on things and slaps me.  Fluffimama really really likes Happy Baby.  I hope he is here to stay.

One benefit of taking the binky away is no more trips up and down the stairs in the middle of the night when he loses it.  We still have to go up a couple times around bedtime to help him soothe, but at least we don't have to wake up for it.  Another benefit (one I really like!) is he is TALKING.  Like not just babbling.  If he falls down, he'll say Ow.  If he sees something or someone he doesn't know, he says What's/Who's that.  It's really cute.  Every time we go out, it's constantly what's that, what's that.

Makes me very excited to take him to go see Thomas on the 27.  Speaking of plans, you know what really burns my biscuits?  When people makes plans, and we never get the invitation.  Or people only tell my husband.  Really people, you've met my husband, you know how our family dynamic works.  I handle our 'family calendar.'  For Gumby's sake, I have to remind my husband when he has a paid holiday or else he would go into work.  We are in our late 20's slowly approaching 30.  We have our own place, kids and lives.  We do not count under anyone else's blanket invitation.  That counts our parents.  Inviting our parents, does not equate to inviting us.  

Send me an email, text, FB message, phone call, snail mail.  I am not unreachable and am actually very pleasant and receptive to invitations to include my family in something.  Contrary to public opinion.  When you tell my husband, he gives me only a vague destination with the wrong date (almost always the wrong month).  The follow up is a brief description of what's going on (which nevers lines up with the timing) which means I have to do my homework and say, this event is not this date, not even the right month.  So he gets confused and assumes and at this point I just tell him we're not going.

If he can't get me the straight story and no one can come to me actually inviting us to something, then I don't take that as an actual invitation.  I take it as an afterthought.  I am way too busy with two small kids and a life to be someone's afterthought.  So when all was said and done last night, once I had attempted to nail down what was going on, it seems that this time, the vague, non-event we weren't actually invited to SEEMS to be taking place on a weekend we've been looking forward to for months.  We're going to take the kids to see Thomas the tank Engine with my parents and having a cookout to celebrate my Mom's birthday.  

Rant over.  The moral of today's story is, send me a message, invite us and make us feel like we're actually wanted somewhere and I will do my damndest to fit you in, because chances are if you take the time to actually do the above, then you are someone who cares about us and we would love to spend time with you.