Been On The Quiet Side

Yea, that's me. I've been fairly quiet on the blogging end. I've just been either really busy or really tired. Such is life. Everyone will move on and get over it!

So let's see, updates...updates. We've started our registry. I don't even think we have everything, but I dunno. If we don't, I'm sure someone will tell us. ManLosch has painted the baby's room as well and we've already moved a ton of furniture. We've given away alot and it's amazing how far we've come since April. He also started building the crib this past Sunday. He designed it and is building it from scratch with one of my co-workers who is helping. He's loving it.

KidLosch is also now in the business of kicking me. ALOT. Like all night and all day. This is one restless little child, just like his/her dad. It woke me up at 3am the other evening and we both decided it was a good time to snack. Might as well take advantage of the time I'm awake, right? As I type this blog, the little one is kicking me. In the beginning it was cool, but now I'm like "Will this kid EVER stop?" I think the answer is NO. Baby thinks I'm a punching bag.

I'm also gaining weight, which is good, but I'm not used to all this extra weight, so my body is freaking out just a bit. I'm still tiny though, don't expect to see a Fatty McLosch. But for ME....it's more weight than I'm used to. Ah well. Almost 16 more weeks to go!!

Getting Ready

I was on a rampage yesterday. I was a cleaning machine. I basically cut my closet in half and filled 2 more bags to donate to Goodwill. I stored clothes that don't fit right now, and my closet looks AMAZING. When I usually clean like this, I play some music. ManLosch was also cleaning. We're basically getting ready for the little one and the slow beginnings of the baby room is happening.

So we're cleaning, right? And I realized I had some Miami songs on. And one of our "get ready for a football game" songs came on. This time it wasn't "In The Air Tonight." It was good ole' Trick Daddy with "Let's Go." Sorry, but I have a feeling that you may only truly understand that if you're from the 305 or went to UM. Because really, no one walks around boasting a likeness of Trick Daddy. So we started to get pumped up for some UM football. I even tried on my jersey (which barely fits over my belly now). But I couldn't help it. I did the unthinkable.

Yes. I brought the stereo closer to my belly and played Trick Daddy for my baby.
I HAVE TO START KIDLOSCH EARLY!! It's great...to be...a Miami Hurricane!! I heart college football.

Random Thoughts While Driving

I was driving to work yesterday and ended up behind this shuttle bus thing. The company is called "M&L Transit." I've seen this before and it's got a picture of a lion on it. So as I'm getting closer, I have this revelation.

That revelation is "OMG, it totally means Mouse and Lion Transit."  That totally makes sense. Well I get a little closer and I realize that the lion's mouth looks like he's wearing lipstick. His mouth is all red. So........uh...did he eat the mouse??

I google'd this company and found out that it stands for "Michael and Lisa," the people who started the company. So what's with the red mouth on the lion?? Anyone?

Why Do I Watch This SH*T?!

Please someone tell me why I'm watching "Inside Edition." I've never actually watched it, but decided since I was being lazy tonight, I'd just leave the tv on where it was when we turned it off this morning. And I just had to share these headlines and stories with you:

"Who is that celebrity walking the streets in a tiger mask? We'll tell you!!"

"Why are there zebras running loose in Sacramento? We'll tell you!"

"Why is this beautiful model walking with a bandage on her leg? Kelly Schwartz, winner of Frank The Entertainer's reality show (side note: ya'll VH1 has got to stop with these reality crap shows) had the worst experience ever shaving. She cut herself shaving and a fly landed on her leg and laid eggs in the wound. Over the course of a few days, she was wondering why she was in so much pain and the lump was getting bigger and more red. She went to the emergency room where the doctors couldn't believe what they saw!"

Ya'll....I am NOT making this shit up.

Shorty Got Low....

I spoke to my 7 year niece today on the phone. She also loves her some Uncle ManLosch. More than me I think. My sis-in-law just had another bambina, so check out the convo between us.

• Me: Hi Kayla, how are you?
• Kayla (my niece): Fine! Where's Uncle Ryan??
• Me: He's not home yet. How do you like being a big sister now? How many days have you been a big sister?
• Kayla: I like it. She's 7 days old now. She looks like my Mommy.
• Me: Wow. Look at you big sister. You look like your Mommy too. Did you get her any presents?
• Kayla: Nuh uh, I look like my Daddy! Yes, I got her..um..one of those..um, one piece things. And uh, something else.
• Me: Did you get any gifts too for being a big sister?
• Kayla: Yes! I got Applebottom jeans from my Daddy.
• Me: Did you get boots with the fur too??
• Kayla: Ummmm......huh???

Paint!

ManLosch is slowly understanding my gradual nesting behaviors and we will finally buy some paint this weekend for KidLosch's room!
Happy lady over here. :-)

Otherwise, I know I haven't been around much, my mom has been in town these last 2 weeks, helping out, cooking, etc. She leaves tomorrow, so life returns to normal for her and for us. She'll be back in October for the shower. I know Jordan will miss having the company. She brushed him daily and he loved waking her up by nosing open her door every morning to lick her.

Back to the norm...

LaLosch Faces Her Fears

I have alot of irrational fears. One of them being that my baby will be bald when it comes out (i DID say irrational......). But another one of them involves the public restrooms. So if you don't want to read about my restroom fears, stop reading now.

So as all you women know, whenever we need to use the ladies room, there is usually a line. So I was waiting to use a stall in the Natick mall yesterday and one opened up and the one right next to it opened up too, so my mom went in that one. The minute I stepped in, I was hit with waves (not just one), of other-stinky-person's-poop. Like this women must have just eaten at the food court upstairs and then exploded. So I could barely breathe and then it hit me: Wonder if the next person who comes in after me thinks it was ME?!?!?! Because I didn't do it, all I have to do is empty my pea sized bladder (thanks KidLosch). It smelled so bad that it wasn't even like the next person could ignore it...it was lingering even in the toilet paper.

So I came out and so did my mom and SHE said, "Man, the woman before me blew it UP!!" I said, "No that was the girl before me in my stall." And we literally argued back and forth about whose stall was worse. We came to the conclusion that they were also a mother-daughter duo who instead of tinkling, just ate Sarku Japan instead and duo dumped. But still, people might think it was me! I will reiterate that I KNOW this is irrational, but you can't tell me that you haven't thought the same thing.

I Have The Best Friends

So far, this has been the best reaction to the news:

Why I Love My Mom

I love my mom because she buys our kid things like this:

New Yorkers. What can I say? (not much since I technically am one)

I've missed her and I'm glad she's always gotten my sense of humor. :-)