Despicable Me

This post is more for me to remind myself to be a better person, rather than an informative post about what we've been up to. For those interested in the latter, we've been up to the same old stuff... Solid foods make more solid (and smellier) poops. Cooper finally rolled over back to stomach. Except he hates being on his stomach and cries once he rolls over and gets stuck on his tummy. My cute little guy. That's about it, so feel free to read no further.

A little back story to the realization that I am indeed a rotten person. The house we were going to buy fell through. And since then we've been back to the trying to decide whether to buy a house when we don't know exactly how long we're going to be here. And I think we've decided to continue renting and casually looking for a step up in Josh's career. Um did you know that there are like 17 levels of city planners? It's actually kind of annoying. And my dear sweet husband wants to eventually be the city planner that rules them all :) so I'm sure he'll have a few different jobs in different cities in the years to come. Anyway, I've been a little bummed about it, and have been trying to make peace with living in our little condo for the time being. Our condo is pretty cute, it has a fireplace that we use all the time, it's pretty big, we've been able to pick out paint colors, Cooper has his own bathroom so I can shower without standing in a baby bathtub, it has closet organizers (best thing that ever happened to me by the way), and it's a pretty good price for our surprise I want to be a stay at home mom lifestyle. So why am I so cranky pants? Because I can hear my neighbors and I think Cooper deserves to sleep in deathly quiet! (And deserves to be the president, and get an olympic gold medal, and yadda yadda yadda this mom business has turned me absolutely insane.) Though yesterday the neighbors were gone all day and he still only took 45 minute naps so it's probably not their fault at all. Anyway I have been harboring ill will towards them! Like I said- rotten. 

So cut to last night, I go out and shovel the sidewalks because I love shoveling. I'm like 50 feet away from our condo and guess what? I can hear Cooper crying. And not faintly either, loudly. I should mention Josh was there with him, I don't leave my babe alone, please don't report me. And it hits me how much my poor neighbors must want me dead. And I realized that listening to Cooper's hissy fits must be much worse than any toddler's bouncy balls or anyone using an electric drill. And I should probably be very glad no one has tried to burn our place down yet. Rotten rotten me. 

So to add to my resolution list- I would like to not be so self centered when it comes to Cooper. Yes, once a drill woke him up, but the person drilling was probably trying to use the electric drill to give himself a lobotomy because he just listened to Cooper crying for 15 minutes. 

So if anyone has any little I'm-sorry-my-son-is-so-loud-and-has-probably-ruined-your-life gift ideas for the neighbors let me know. I'm thinking something nice accompanied by ear plugs might be good. And maybe a bottle of sleeping pills.

P.S. this mama grizzly thing has got to go. It would be a useful instinct if we lived in some lawless, pagan society and I had to protect Cooper from the sand people. But we don't- so I really need to tone down the crazy. Or as Josh would say, "retract the claws."

So here's our little Beach house (for now)... And I shall be happy about living here!

Also I just realized I referenced Lord of the Rings and Star Wars in this post. What has Josh done to me.