The Adventures of Mrs.Movie Snob

The other night, when out for dinner, I caught myself staring at the table next to us. At it, sat a mother and daughter - just the two of them - deep in conversation. I watched as the daughter relayed the details of her day. Then, they would laugh. The mother would retort and they would laugh again. Wow. Adult conversation with your offspring! *Sigh* Someday. lol  This gave me an idea - The 1st Sully Girls' date night. Nothing fancy. Just me, my girl and some ice cream.  So off we went. At first, to be honest, I was a little self-conscious. Have you ever been out and seen someone carrying on a one-way conversation with a toddler? It looks a little crazy. As if sensing my apprehension, baby decided to step it up. She was talking my head off! And while it wasn't the sophisticated conversation I heard between the aforementioned mother and daughter, it was ours. And, I know we'll get there. We had a great time! And I couldn't help but wonder.....who's watchin...

A crazy thing happened on my 30th birthday - I had my first unexplained pain. I'm serious. It was amazing. Like my body was trying to tell me "You're OFFICIALLY not a kid anymore." I know I'm not old...far from it. And, generally, I'm in good health and feel pretty good. But, after 30+ years of use even the most efficient  machine is going to show some wear and tear. It will need some special maintenance and extra love. Geez, I sound like a used car. Matt and I were discussing this the other night. He turned to me as we were watching television and said, "have you noticed it's harder to get comfortable?" Yes, I have. Those positions that used to bring me such lazy joy now seem like they are designed to kill me. My favorite sleep position, for example, used to be laying on my tummy with my hands under the pillow. Today, my arms go to sleep and I wake up with pins and needles. Not to mention a "crick" in my neck. lol Oh, the "cri...

Today, I made the mistake of googling "Austin, Tx. forecast." 67 degrees in January. That's kind of a hard pill to swallow as I stare out my window onto an endlessly white landscape....correction: a dim and endlessly white landscape. Yep, it's 4:40 and we're losing the sun for the day. Someone tell me how I'm supposed to stay motivated to do anything? (Someone tell me how I'm supposed to keep my plants alive?!) Today, I am S.A.D. Luckily, it's supposed to be sunny for the rest of the week. We could all use a little Vitamin D. The girl staring back at me in the mirror is a little less Mexican than she used to be. lol And, I almost lose poor Matthew when we go outside. (jk) Somehow, Isabel seems to be completely unfazed by the drop in temperature. She's a bit confused as to why she has to put on another set of clothes before we leave but that's about it. She's still itching to get outside any chance she gets. I think there's a lesson ...

A few days ago, I glanced out our front window to find Matt shoveling the driveway. The mother in me immediately noticed he wasn't wearing a hat. So, being the good wife that I am, I bundled myself up and took it to him. "No thanks." he said flatly. "But it's freezing!" I cried. "I'm good." Wtf? A few minutes later, he came in, "You know, it's really not that bad out today." "It's 18 degrees." I informed him. "Really?!" And with that, we realized something extraordinary. We are adapting to the winter. This is quite the contrast to our first winter in Ottawa. Around mid-November, when the temperature here is comparable to a typical Austin, Tx. winter day, 2009 found us in hats, gloves, long johns - the full get-up. We got many funny looks. Our friends warnings - "This is nothing!" - were met with scoffs. Surely, it couldn't get that much colder. Right? For the record, it does and we...

Every year comes with new experiences that I'm supposed to learn from. This year was no exception. (It was my first complete year as a mother and I became a someone's wife) The only difference was that I had a new teacher. She's about 2 1/2 feet tall and she calls me "Ma-ma." With her help, I'm a few steps closer to adulthood...hopefully. Here goes: 1. The only person a grudge really hurts is the person who's holding it. 2. You can become indifferent to smell of poop...but not puke. Blech. 3. Forgiving doesn't mean forgetting. But, I'm moving on. 4. Don't be so quick to judge the parents of a toddler throwing a tantrum. Isabel has shown me that sometimes it doesn't matter what I do. She has other plans and they don't involve being quiet. 5. Some people are never going to grow up. Age does not necessarily equal wisdom. 6. My Mother is an amazing woman. I knew this before, of course, but am constantly reminded when I see her...

Has anyone else noticed that time is flying? Seriously. Every Monday I think, " This is going to be a long week. " And every Friday I find myself saying, "How the hell is it already Friday?!" What's going on?! As with everything else, I blame baby. Our day is broken into 2 hour chunks -- somehow that translates into go-go-go and once I stop to look up, it's 4:00 p.m. and the day has gotten away from me again. The good part about that is that we are closer to her bedtime. The bad news is we are also closer to my bedtime and after a brief rest, I get to do it all again. (Yes, I'm Superwoman) I always have such high expectations for the week too. As I sit with my morning coffee on Monday morning, I am mentally compiling a list of all the wonderful and productive things I'm going to do during the week -- grocery shopping, exercising daily, fixing the car, cleaning out closets and garage, mani/pedi, painting the house, scrubbing the floors.... See, I ...

Ok, so I sort of pride myself on not being an overly protective and fussy new parent. Isabel gets dirty, she's tasted junk food and I let her run and fall at the park. She's a kid. Being a kid is supposed to be fun, right? I hear other mom's talking about how they were so incredibly careful with the first one and all subsequent children were knife jugglers. I hope I fall somewhere in-between. Don't get me wrong, our house is totally baby-proofed. The whole kitchen is on lockdown. (giving Mommy a good lesson in patience) And once baby started walking, we turned our living/dining area into a sort of baby-corral with a strategically placed gate. It's been working great. But, as our munchkin grows (daily it seems), her play area shrinks. So, today I decided we should try something different. I took down the baby gate and said "go explore." And it was at this moment that I realized that I'm not quite as laid back as I thought. I was a nervous wreck all da...