Soccer...and the 4th

So I am completely crazy. I had a baby 4 weeks ago tomorrow. Dominic will be a month old on Thursday...time has flown. Anyway, I am completely crazy because I signed up to play soccer. It starts in 2 weeks. Ha. I can walk a mile right now and not collapse and die. I'm not sure what happens if I push too much past that. This is a good idea. Whatever, I need to get rid of this giant amount of baby fat and I hate the gym. Despite what people seem to tink, I actually like to do active things, but not at the gym. I need a purpose, like say scoring a goal, or trying to get the ball from someone that is trying to score a goal. We'll see how it goes. I am playing with Dennis, which is either going to be great or not. Probably nothing in between. I'm going to have to get better at listening to his constructive critiscms. He is excited, and has already scheduled a time for my mom to watch the baby so we can go kick the ball around and "run up and down the field passing the ball". Sounds great :) (I appreciate his enthusiasm...I really do, but running up and down a field when it is 90 out for no reason is really not all that exciting to me.) I am going to play one night a week and Dennis is going to play 2 nights a week. I am going to play on the team that has them most girls, because I need a sub. The league has rules that you have to have 3 girls playing at all times - and last season they only had 3 girls on the team and one isnt coming back. So, I am only going to play if they have more 3 girls since I really will die if I have to play an entire game. This should be interesting.

So Dennis set himself on fire on the 4th of July. Stone cold sober too. He is ok. He ended up with minor facial burns. We were at a cook out at our friend Beccy's (yes she spells it wierd) house. She has a charcoal grill and there were a few too many matchlight charcoals in it, so the flame was really high. Well, long story short, he went to open the grill after moving it away from the house, but didn't realize the front vent was closed and this giant flame came up in his face. He burnt his cheeks, nose and lips, and his eyebrows and beard caught on fire. Fortunately, he had pot holder in his hand and was able to snuff the beard fire out. All in all, it could have been much worse, but it still freaked us both out.

Stupid Hair

So a few weeks before Dominic was born, I decided I wanted my hair to be short. Specifically, like Jenny McCarthy. I saw her on some talk show preaching about not vaccinating your children because they will have autism, so it's better to risk them getting diseases that will definitely kill them, rather than have the remote possiblity they will get autism and have some barriers to overcome in life. Right. So anyway, back to my hair. Well sometime in the next few weeks following that, I was watching a makeover show and the lady said she wanted extensions because she hated her short hair. She said she cut it after her kiddo was born like every new mom does and regrets it every day. I laughed and said I won't be that woman. I will like my hair being short because Jenny McCarthy looks so cute. Well, big surprise...I hate my hair. I hate it with a passion. It is so unflattering I don't even like to go out. It's horrible. It really is. Now I have to wait forever for it to grow. To torture myself even more, I just looked at wedding pictures with Dennis - when I was much skinnier than my post baby body and when I had longer hair. That was a self esteem boost. Now I want lypo and hair extensions.

In other news, I want another baby. Shocking, I know. Especially after the post a few weeks ago where I was pissed at everyone for saying I would want another one. But I do. He is just so cute and fun that I can't imagine never making another one. We haven't sprung this news on my mom yet. She'll be pissed because of my health issues. She'll get over it. Who knows though, maybe I'll get over this want too - we'll see.

Dominic si doing great though. It's amazing how quickly babies change. They have such rapid development in the beginning of their lives. I love it. He is awake a lot more each day and reacting to things we do. He really enjoys his tummy time each day to practice lifting his little head. It's cute to what him try so hard to lift it up, only to get tired after a few seconds of looking around. Sometimes he even gets really frustrated and yells which is very distinct from crying.

I posted some pictures on a website. http://albums.phanfare.com/delbarone
They aren't spectacular, but they are better than nothing.