Sweety is busy demonstrating how awesome he is. In the past 7 weeks:

He existed in the house with my mother and father (I hadn’t slept under the same roof with them in 20 years. There is a reason they’re divorced.).

He was home alone with Bean while Mom and I were gone and my Dad showed up with his lady-friend that none of us had ever met – we didn’t know he was bringing her to our house.

He’s totally okay with my niece living with us indefinitely.

He’s been okay with me having lots of company since Bean’s birth. We were home alone with her the first week but have had visitors ever since. I like that. The week that I was home alone with her, I had a giant case of The Weepies and I just looked at her and cried about who-knows-what every spare moment. I’m still a little off feeling and having someone around helps keep that away.

He surprised the hell out of me on Christmas. I’d told him that I didn’t want anything. On Christmas morning though there were presents for me under the tree – hand sanitizer, scissors and garbage bags. When cleaning up all of the present-opening carnage, Sweety told me to look under the couch and there was one more present for me there – a MacBook. He rocks.

Right now he is dancing around the living room with Bean telling her, “Your Mama couldn’t have done any better with you. Nope, she couldn’t have done any better than having a baby with me.” Heh.

I’ve gotta say – she is an awesome baby. The only time she really cries a lot is late at night when she’s tired. She goes right back to sleep after waking up to eat in the night and generally lets me lie her down when she sleeps during the day. I spend much time petting her while she sleeps.

Right now she sleeps with us at night in a basket that fits on our bed between us. My grand plan is to let her keep sleeping with us after she outgrows the basket but Sweety isn’t on board with that yet. He said he doesn’t want a kid sleeping with us forever. I told him it won’t be forever. I mean, she probably won’t be 13 and crawling into bed with us.

See this?

Notice the little fist in the top right? She’s screaming because she’s pulling her own damned hair. She likes to pet her head when she’s eating and this can happen way too easily.

Heh, something funny that happened with BB…He had told his girlfriend’s 13 year old sister that when the new Twilight movie, Breaking Dawn, came out that if she remembered to ask him that he’d take her to the opening showing that started at midnight. He was telling me about it and he was saying that he didn’t think she’d remember. I told him that she would definitely remember and she did.

The best part? BB’s girlfriend didn’t want to go see the movie at midnight because she didn’t want to be tired at school the next day so BB had to take her little sister alone. I kept calling him a creeper and told him that from now on when I see a guy on a date with a girl who looks way too young for him that I will assume that she’s his girlfriend’s sister and he’s taking her out because he opened his mouth and made a stupid promise. He hadn’t seen any of the Twilight movies and spent a couple of days watching them so he’d know what was going on. When I asked him the next day how the movie was with her, his only answer was, “Awkward. Very awkward.”

For the first New Year’s Eve in 17 years, I’m not drinking in the New Year. My beverage of choice tonight is Caffeine Free Coke. Usually I drink the caffeine-free and diet version but decided to walk on the wild side for New Year’s Eve. I’m really looking forward to what 2012 has in store for us.

Happy New Year!

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Every now and then I’m sent an offer to do a paid post. I’ve only done it a couple of times when where ever they wanted me to link to was somewhere that jogged something loose in my mind to blog about.

Seventy Seven Diamonds totally did that when I was cruising their site and saw the “duchess” diamond bracelet.

I like shiny things. A lot. Probably more than I should. I get all sweaty when I’m in a jewelry store because I get so excited.

Many moons ago, I was scheming. Sweety and I usually get up on Sunday morning and go have breakfast or lunch somewhere. I was thinking that I’d like something shiny. Maybe a little ring. So I suggested to Sweety that we go to a sports bar/restaurant that I am not a huge fan of because it is right next door to a jewelry store.

While at the restaurant, I encouraged Sweety to drink beer. Lots of beer. Then we strolled over to the jewelry store. I’ve always wanted a tennis bracelet (shiny! all of that shiny!) and I tried one on that was the same style as the “duchess” bracelet except it was bigger. It was like wearing tiny suns on my wrist. I loved it. Sweety saw that I loved it and said that he would get it for me.

I immediately felt guilty because my plan was to get him tipsy and get something small and shiny. Not go crazy in there.

But we got it.

I wore it every day to work and the only time I took it off was when I showered. As much as I like pretty jewelry, I don’t wear it to show it off. Sweety didn’t even realize I was wearing it to work because I always wear a giant, ratty denim shirt to work because it’s so cold and the shirt covers my hands. He asked me about the bracelet and I had to roll up my cuff to show it to him.

The place we got it from gave you 30 days to return something for a full refund and my conscience was wearing on me. It seemed very, very wrong that I’d take advantage of a beer-soaked Sweety to gain something so frivolous. I took the bracelet back on day 29.

I learned that there is a limit to how manipulative I can be.

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This is the last Thursday that “Half Nekkid Thursday” will happen.

I had big plans to take an awesome finale photo when Bekah was down a couple of weeks ago but didn’t get around to it. I had big plans to take an awesome finale photo by myself after she left but didn’t get around to it.

I guess I’ve been occupied with other things…

Check out the last “official” HNT posting here. I’m there along with a lot of other beautiful people. Be sure and click on my photo – it will lead you to another! Those are a couple of photos that Bekah did take when we visited last February.

And stop by Osbasso‘s. Half Nekkid Thursday was his baby and I’m glad to have participated.

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After Thanksgiving I was all sad because I didn’t get Bean a special holiday outfit. For Christmas she has a little outfit that’s too hot to wear for long and a nightgown that are Christmas themed. No halfway…either ready to go to a dance party or ready for sleep up in here!

I got to thinking about photos with Santa and told Sweety that we were going to take her to have her photo made with Santa. He gave me a weird look and said that he’d go along for the ride. As we’re standing in line he starts talking about how unhygenic Santa is with having grubby little kids on him all day long. I start to panic, worrying that maybe this is a horrible idea and we should go home. But I know if we don’t have her photo made that I’ll be even sadder about that later than I was that I didn’t get her something special to wear on Thanksgiving.

How fucked up is that? I know she doesn’t give a damn what she’s wearing. She prefers to be in a diaper asleep on my chest. And it’s not like I’m going to keep every “special outfit” from her first year. Probably not.

After Sweety exhausts me with germ talk, he starts saying that Santa sports a “rub chub” (that would be a partial erection) from when kids slide off an onto his lap. HAVE YOU EVER HEARD ANYTHING SO DISGUSTING?! I finally told him to be quiet and just push the damned baby buggy.

Bean had been asleep in the buggy the whole time and when it was our turn with Santa, I quickly untucked her and Santa took her. I was afraid that it was weird to have such a small person to see Santa but he had a pose ready just for babies.

Merry Christmas, peeps!

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