I am pleased to announce that Jacob has successfully been using the toddler bed for a week and a half! He still gets up sometimes, but it's only early in the morning, which is ok, because my husband and I are usually up.
He has told me a few times, when I go to put Colt in his crib, that "this is Jacob's bed." I just tell him, "yes, it was your bed, but you have grown to be a big boy and have given your baby brother your crib." He just looks at me in agreement and walks off! I am super proud of him and can't believe how big he is! They grow up way too fast!
Monday, March 31, 2008
No laughing matter!
I have a HUGE problem..... when I try and discipline my 2-year-old, he laughs at me!! I don't mean just a sweet little, laugh, I mean like a HUGE, from the bottom of his gut laugh!!! He even does it when I spank him!! I hate spanking, but I have been tested so much this weekend!
My husband has done it a few times, but not near as many as I have this weekend! I feel horrible! All my husband has to do is tell him not to do something, and ask him if he wants a spanking and he will stop. Then, when I try it, he just laughs at me...then when I follow through with a spanking, he laughs even MORE! It is driving me bonkers!
I made a promise to myself, that I would not spank...time outs work somewhat, but not for everything. If you have ANY suggestions, go here: http://forums.redrivermoms.com/viewtopic.php?t=2409
let me know your ways of dealing with this behavior, I would greatly appreciate it...and so would my hand!
My husband has done it a few times, but not near as many as I have this weekend! I feel horrible! All my husband has to do is tell him not to do something, and ask him if he wants a spanking and he will stop. Then, when I try it, he just laughs at me...then when I follow through with a spanking, he laughs even MORE! It is driving me bonkers!
I made a promise to myself, that I would not spank...time outs work somewhat, but not for everything. If you have ANY suggestions, go here: http://forums.redrivermoms.com/viewtopic.php?t=2409
let me know your ways of dealing with this behavior, I would greatly appreciate it...and so would my hand!
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Mid-week Mayhem
Wow.
It's Wednseday night and every part of me is truly exhausted.
I have been on vacation all week, so natrually, I am staying at home with my boys. My parents are taking the week off and rightfully so.
Okay, so it isn't that bad...but I am tired. I have a new found appreciation for stay at home moms and daycare workers who teach the toddler class! By no means, am I complaining. I love being at home with my boys, and love that I get to watch them play and play with them. I have no where to be, at no particular time, so I am free to play any and all games with them.
I would like to be a stay at home mom, but truth is, I like working, too. If my husband and I were able to afford me staying at home, I would still have to have some sort of part time job. It's just my make-up. It has nothing to do with not wanting to be with my children at all. But everyone, even June Cleaver needed a break from her pack!
No matter how much chaos has been caused this week, and no matter how exhausted I am, I wouldn't trade it for anything in this world! I am truly blessed to have such great children a loving husband, and most of all parents who would go to the ends of the earth for not only me, but their grand babies!
Now, I am going to bed! :)
It's Wednseday night and every part of me is truly exhausted.
I have been on vacation all week, so natrually, I am staying at home with my boys. My parents are taking the week off and rightfully so.
Okay, so it isn't that bad...but I am tired. I have a new found appreciation for stay at home moms and daycare workers who teach the toddler class! By no means, am I complaining. I love being at home with my boys, and love that I get to watch them play and play with them. I have no where to be, at no particular time, so I am free to play any and all games with them.
I would like to be a stay at home mom, but truth is, I like working, too. If my husband and I were able to afford me staying at home, I would still have to have some sort of part time job. It's just my make-up. It has nothing to do with not wanting to be with my children at all. But everyone, even June Cleaver needed a break from her pack!
No matter how much chaos has been caused this week, and no matter how exhausted I am, I wouldn't trade it for anything in this world! I am truly blessed to have such great children a loving husband, and most of all parents who would go to the ends of the earth for not only me, but their grand babies!
Now, I am going to bed! :)
Monday, March 24, 2008
Birthday blast!
I had Colt's 1st birthday party this past weekend. Nothing big, family and close friends.
I had it at Barnhill's, in their party room. Very low-key, which is what I wanted. Too much excitement can sometimes be too much for my babies.
We all ate and and I brought out the cake for my angel, we sang "Happy Birthday" to him and and dove right into his cake. There was blue icing everywhere!! What was I thinking?! Blue icing?! I wasn't, that just all there is to it.
What made this even more special, was the staff at the restaurant. Unknown to me, the crew came in clapping and bringing a piece of strawberry shortcake and sang their own version of "Happy Birthday" to Colt. I was blown away! It was very heartwarming and I welled up with tears, because it was done out of shear kindness. No one had asked for them to do that.
I cleaned my baby up and changed his clothes and we opened some gifts, (thanks everyone!) My heart was so full of joy, I watched my baby eat cake and celebrate like a big boy, and my oldest son was so sweet and never took Colt's moment away from him!
I am such a proud momma!
I had it at Barnhill's, in their party room. Very low-key, which is what I wanted. Too much excitement can sometimes be too much for my babies.
We all ate and and I brought out the cake for my angel, we sang "Happy Birthday" to him and and dove right into his cake. There was blue icing everywhere!! What was I thinking?! Blue icing?! I wasn't, that just all there is to it.
What made this even more special, was the staff at the restaurant. Unknown to me, the crew came in clapping and bringing a piece of strawberry shortcake and sang their own version of "Happy Birthday" to Colt. I was blown away! It was very heartwarming and I welled up with tears, because it was done out of shear kindness. No one had asked for them to do that.
I cleaned my baby up and changed his clothes and we opened some gifts, (thanks everyone!) My heart was so full of joy, I watched my baby eat cake and celebrate like a big boy, and my oldest son was so sweet and never took Colt's moment away from him!
I am such a proud momma!
Saturday, March 22, 2008
"No say that word!"
My 2-year-old has recently taken up the art of repeating everything my husband and I say...or really anyone for that matter. No big deal, right....it's just part of being two.
Yeah, well..not so much. My husband stayed home with the boys yesterday, since he was off for Good Friday. They came to pick me up from work yesterday afternoon, and as I got settled in the car, I heard some babble, then "shut up." Eek! Yep, my 2-year-old had started talking rude. Now, my husband and I don't go around telling each other to "shut up," but we do say it in a joking manner...which I guess that is where Jacob picked it up from. So, no big deal...I just tell him that is a "yucky word and not nice, we don't say that." He seemed fine with that.
Today, he as added a new word to his vocabulary...."stupid." Fun. No one in our home calls anyone stupid, it is again, just another one of those words that come out. Again, I remind him that we don't say that, and he goes about his business.
You never really know how much you use a word, until your 2-year- old points it out. I can't tell you how many times I used the word "stupid" to describe a situation today, to which Jacob replied, "no say that word!" So, I would tap my hand and correct myself. I must have done that over one hundred times this evening! It was happening so much, my husband and I couldn't contain ourselves!
But, hey...at least I have him not saying those words anymore! He's a pretty smart fellow, if you ask me!
Yeah, well..not so much. My husband stayed home with the boys yesterday, since he was off for Good Friday. They came to pick me up from work yesterday afternoon, and as I got settled in the car, I heard some babble, then "shut up." Eek! Yep, my 2-year-old had started talking rude. Now, my husband and I don't go around telling each other to "shut up," but we do say it in a joking manner...which I guess that is where Jacob picked it up from. So, no big deal...I just tell him that is a "yucky word and not nice, we don't say that." He seemed fine with that.
Today, he as added a new word to his vocabulary...."stupid." Fun. No one in our home calls anyone stupid, it is again, just another one of those words that come out. Again, I remind him that we don't say that, and he goes about his business.
You never really know how much you use a word, until your 2-year- old points it out. I can't tell you how many times I used the word "stupid" to describe a situation today, to which Jacob replied, "no say that word!" So, I would tap my hand and correct myself. I must have done that over one hundred times this evening! It was happening so much, my husband and I couldn't contain ourselves!
But, hey...at least I have him not saying those words anymore! He's a pretty smart fellow, if you ask me!
Friday, March 21, 2008
Sweet Dreams...I hope!
I am about to embark on an adventure. Other than potty training and taking away my 2-year olds pacifier, I have only one milestone left.....
...moving him to a big boy bed!!!
So, this is the plan...I will be off ALL next week...so I am planning on transitioning him at this time. I am going to start tonight, actually. I think he is ready for it because he sleeps all night long, and in the event that he does wake up, he doesn't really "wake up," if you know what I mean. Now, that's not to say things won't be different once he realizes he can get out of the bed himself.
I used to let him nap in the toddler bed, which worked out fine. He would sleep for an hour, wake up and and would come into the living room. At that point, I knew he wasn't really ready to sleep in it at night because of that, and because he was still waking in the night, quite often.
I just feel he is ready for the move...I don't know what to expect, but I thought since I was going to be home all week, that it would be the prime time to try and get it done. That way, if he was up all night getting in and out of bed, I wouldn't have to worry about being dog tired in the morning for work!! Nice strategy, huh? I think so...
Now, if I could just accomplish the other two feats, it would be all good...the pacifier was originally supposed to go this coming week...but since we are moving...well, I figured that wouldn't go over well.
Wish me luck!!
...moving him to a big boy bed!!!
So, this is the plan...I will be off ALL next week...so I am planning on transitioning him at this time. I am going to start tonight, actually. I think he is ready for it because he sleeps all night long, and in the event that he does wake up, he doesn't really "wake up," if you know what I mean. Now, that's not to say things won't be different once he realizes he can get out of the bed himself.
I used to let him nap in the toddler bed, which worked out fine. He would sleep for an hour, wake up and and would come into the living room. At that point, I knew he wasn't really ready to sleep in it at night because of that, and because he was still waking in the night, quite often.
I just feel he is ready for the move...I don't know what to expect, but I thought since I was going to be home all week, that it would be the prime time to try and get it done. That way, if he was up all night getting in and out of bed, I wouldn't have to worry about being dog tired in the morning for work!! Nice strategy, huh? I think so...
Now, if I could just accomplish the other two feats, it would be all good...the pacifier was originally supposed to go this coming week...but since we are moving...well, I figured that wouldn't go over well.
Wish me luck!!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sick babies
Well, it has been an exhausting 2 weeks!! You all know that about 2 weeks ago, both my sons, my husband AND my parents, were violently ill with the stomach bug. That has since, passed and we have now moved on...
..or at least I wanted to think so.
Thursday, my mom called to tell me my oldest was running a temperature of 103. I decided to just ride it out because he often runs a temperature like that when he has a virus. That evening, he seemed fine. He had a little fever, but nothing major. We get up Friday morning (Colt's 1st birthday) I get ready to take Colt in for his check-up and get a call from the doctors' office saying the doctor is sick. So, we re-scheduled for Monday morning. I drop off the boys at my parents and head into work. Around lunch time I got a call from my mom saying Jacob was extremely lethargic and burning up with a temperature of 104. I call and get him in to see one of the doctors that afternoon.
The doctor we saw ruled out all the bad stuff, poked his little finger and said "it's just a viral infection, treat the fever ever 3-4 hours and go to the ER if it gets worse." Phew....awesome. His fever had started to come down and he was begging to eat pizza! I, of course said yes.
I picked up Colt from my parents and met my husband and a friend at the local pizza house. Jacob sat there and didn't touch ANY of his pizza...and when the kid doesn't eat pizza, you know he is sick. I rush him and Colt home, my husband and friend go by the store to pick up Tylenol, Motrin and Sprite to bring home. I got home at 6:30 took his temperature, 104.7. I gave him what medicine I had and stripped him to his t-shirt. Fifteen minutes later, his fever was at 104.8. My husband came home with the goods and I fixed Jacob some Sprite. He drank a little of it, but not much. Another fifteen minutes later, his temperature was at 104.9. I rushed him to the ER with my husband at home to tend to Colt.
I wasn't playing around this time, I was determined to get my son seen the second I got there. I did too! I was back in the ER no more than 30 minutes after I got there. His fever at the time was 105.7 and climbing. I was by myself and Jacob was on edge..crying at everything. They poked on him and shoved medicine down his throat and x-rayed him until there was no tomorrow. He screamed like a banshee during the x-ray...it took three times to get a good picture.
Luckily, my dad had showed up for support. That was nice. He was able to entertain Jacob and stop the crying for a little bit. Did I mention when I got back there, the patient on the other side of the curtain made the comment that she needed earplugs???? Oh yeah, talk about one mad momma! She said it again while being wheeled out for her x-ray in regards to some other baby crying. I have never stared someone down SO hard!
All the results come back negative, it is really just a bad viral infection. After all that....but I understand the need to be cautious. I am glad they took care of my baby. His fever was at a perfect 98.6 by the time we left. We made it home around eleven. He was already asleep, so that made for an easy transition into bed.
I am happy to report that he is fine now. Typical Jacob, he is being. But I have to say, I am completely and utterly ....EXHAUSTED!
But, it is a small price to pay, when your baby's need you.
..or at least I wanted to think so.
Thursday, my mom called to tell me my oldest was running a temperature of 103. I decided to just ride it out because he often runs a temperature like that when he has a virus. That evening, he seemed fine. He had a little fever, but nothing major. We get up Friday morning (Colt's 1st birthday) I get ready to take Colt in for his check-up and get a call from the doctors' office saying the doctor is sick. So, we re-scheduled for Monday morning. I drop off the boys at my parents and head into work. Around lunch time I got a call from my mom saying Jacob was extremely lethargic and burning up with a temperature of 104. I call and get him in to see one of the doctors that afternoon.
The doctor we saw ruled out all the bad stuff, poked his little finger and said "it's just a viral infection, treat the fever ever 3-4 hours and go to the ER if it gets worse." Phew....awesome. His fever had started to come down and he was begging to eat pizza! I, of course said yes.
I picked up Colt from my parents and met my husband and a friend at the local pizza house. Jacob sat there and didn't touch ANY of his pizza...and when the kid doesn't eat pizza, you know he is sick. I rush him and Colt home, my husband and friend go by the store to pick up Tylenol, Motrin and Sprite to bring home. I got home at 6:30 took his temperature, 104.7. I gave him what medicine I had and stripped him to his t-shirt. Fifteen minutes later, his fever was at 104.8. My husband came home with the goods and I fixed Jacob some Sprite. He drank a little of it, but not much. Another fifteen minutes later, his temperature was at 104.9. I rushed him to the ER with my husband at home to tend to Colt.
I wasn't playing around this time, I was determined to get my son seen the second I got there. I did too! I was back in the ER no more than 30 minutes after I got there. His fever at the time was 105.7 and climbing. I was by myself and Jacob was on edge..crying at everything. They poked on him and shoved medicine down his throat and x-rayed him until there was no tomorrow. He screamed like a banshee during the x-ray...it took three times to get a good picture.
Luckily, my dad had showed up for support. That was nice. He was able to entertain Jacob and stop the crying for a little bit. Did I mention when I got back there, the patient on the other side of the curtain made the comment that she needed earplugs???? Oh yeah, talk about one mad momma! She said it again while being wheeled out for her x-ray in regards to some other baby crying. I have never stared someone down SO hard!
All the results come back negative, it is really just a bad viral infection. After all that....but I understand the need to be cautious. I am glad they took care of my baby. His fever was at a perfect 98.6 by the time we left. We made it home around eleven. He was already asleep, so that made for an easy transition into bed.
I am happy to report that he is fine now. Typical Jacob, he is being. But I have to say, I am completely and utterly ....EXHAUSTED!
But, it is a small price to pay, when your baby's need you.
Friday, March 14, 2008
How can you forget something so special?
Well, one year ago today...almost an hour from now, I had my second son, Colt.
It was a spectacular day! Two days after my birthday, I thought it was a wonderful gift! I did forget my birthday this year because I was so focused on my "speed bump" turning one!
I thought about his birthday all night, during my sleep! My oldest woke up at 6 a.m. and my husband and I weren't ready to get out of bed, so we just laid there...thinking about our youngest and the fact that he was already one!
We all managed to stumble out of bed and start the day and little Colt finally wakes up. We run into the bedroom where daddy is, to say good morning, and the minute we got there daddy says, "Happy Birthday Bubba!" OH NO!!! I FORGOT!!!
Yes, after lying in bed thinking about it all morning...I forgot! Me! The MOM!! I felt horrible! Oh, I snatched him from my husband and kissed and loved on him like there was no tomorrow! I even sang "Happy Birthday" to him on the way out to the car! It still didn't make me feel better.
I finally got over the fact that I kind of forgot...and forgave myself...Colt didn't seem to mind too much. He still loves me. I am so happy and proud of him...he has grown so much in the past year!
Oh yeah, did I mention that he was to have his 1-year checkup this morning? That didn't happen..the doctor's office called and had to reschedule...the doctor is out sick with the stomach virus....crazy, huh?! Colt will go see her Monday though...it's all good!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY COLTY! Mommy, Daddy and Bubba love you!
It was a spectacular day! Two days after my birthday, I thought it was a wonderful gift! I did forget my birthday this year because I was so focused on my "speed bump" turning one!
I thought about his birthday all night, during my sleep! My oldest woke up at 6 a.m. and my husband and I weren't ready to get out of bed, so we just laid there...thinking about our youngest and the fact that he was already one!
We all managed to stumble out of bed and start the day and little Colt finally wakes up. We run into the bedroom where daddy is, to say good morning, and the minute we got there daddy says, "Happy Birthday Bubba!" OH NO!!! I FORGOT!!!
Yes, after lying in bed thinking about it all morning...I forgot! Me! The MOM!! I felt horrible! Oh, I snatched him from my husband and kissed and loved on him like there was no tomorrow! I even sang "Happy Birthday" to him on the way out to the car! It still didn't make me feel better.
I finally got over the fact that I kind of forgot...and forgave myself...Colt didn't seem to mind too much. He still loves me. I am so happy and proud of him...he has grown so much in the past year!
Oh yeah, did I mention that he was to have his 1-year checkup this morning? That didn't happen..the doctor's office called and had to reschedule...the doctor is out sick with the stomach virus....crazy, huh?! Colt will go see her Monday though...it's all good!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY COLTY! Mommy, Daddy and Bubba love you!
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Moving day is coming!
I hate moving....with a passion. We are going to be moving at the end of this month. It should be our last time to rent a place. We are hoping to make a big purchase around the end of the year...at least that's the goal...
I don't know how I am going to do it. Pack up this place with two toddling boys chasing after me! Okay, okay..I have said that the last two times we have moved, and I have to say...I managed pretty well. However, I only had ONE toddling boy and the other was still being a "speed bump" as he is so affectionately referred to!!
I dread the packing...I hate it...no, no...I loathe it!! And, with another impending sickness upon one of my boys...I can tell I won't be getting any packing done this weekend, and our move date is at the end of March. Fun.
So, anybody got any ideas on how to cut down on chaos while packing up my house??
...Great...didn't think so...thanks anyway!
Oh well, I am sure I will manage...I am just seriously lacking motivation...did I mention I HATE moving??
Yeah, I do.
I don't know how I am going to do it. Pack up this place with two toddling boys chasing after me! Okay, okay..I have said that the last two times we have moved, and I have to say...I managed pretty well. However, I only had ONE toddling boy and the other was still being a "speed bump" as he is so affectionately referred to!!
I dread the packing...I hate it...no, no...I loathe it!! And, with another impending sickness upon one of my boys...I can tell I won't be getting any packing done this weekend, and our move date is at the end of March. Fun.
So, anybody got any ideas on how to cut down on chaos while packing up my house??
...Great...didn't think so...thanks anyway!
Oh well, I am sure I will manage...I am just seriously lacking motivation...did I mention I HATE moving??
Yeah, I do.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Bubba's got a busted nose!
When I got to my parents house yesterday to pick up my boys, I was greeted at the door by my sweeties, Pop, and the dog. They were taking the dog for a walk. I watched my 2-year-old run down the hill, and then the 1-year-old toddled after him. I just knew he was going to fall flat on his face..but he didn't...only on his booty.
I walked in the house to get their bags together and chat with my mom for a few when I heard these high pitched screams from outside. I got to the door, only to be greeted by my 2-year-old who informs me "bubba got a busted nose, momma..it hurt!" Pop brings me my youngest and and I take a look at my nose...it's just pouring blood! Oh, it was horrible! But it's just a scrape.
My oldest tried to tend to him, while I looked for ointment to put on it. He settled down and we got home, had dinner and went to bed...all is fine.
I guess he had nightmares about falling, because the poor thing just wouldn't stop whimpering in his sleep...he was in our bed for most of the night. When he woke up this morning, he looked like Ronald McDonald!!! Poor thing! I just keep putting ointment on it, and it will get better...
..I am just glad I didn't schedule those 1-year-old pictures for this weekend, like I had intended on doing!
I walked in the house to get their bags together and chat with my mom for a few when I heard these high pitched screams from outside. I got to the door, only to be greeted by my 2-year-old who informs me "bubba got a busted nose, momma..it hurt!" Pop brings me my youngest and and I take a look at my nose...it's just pouring blood! Oh, it was horrible! But it's just a scrape.
My oldest tried to tend to him, while I looked for ointment to put on it. He settled down and we got home, had dinner and went to bed...all is fine.
I guess he had nightmares about falling, because the poor thing just wouldn't stop whimpering in his sleep...he was in our bed for most of the night. When he woke up this morning, he looked like Ronald McDonald!!! Poor thing! I just keep putting ointment on it, and it will get better...
..I am just glad I didn't schedule those 1-year-old pictures for this weekend, like I had intended on doing!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Body odor
Okay, the title isn't a sign of a stinky story, it's more of an informative one.
I heard on the news that in some middle schools in Minnesota, they have banned body spray because it has been causing asthma attacks for some students and some boys have been using the spray instead of bathing.
Ew.
My thing is this....this was happening back when I was in school! We just lived with it. I mean, of course, it was horrible, but they never banned the spray! They just told everyone to make sure they shower daily, because it was good hygiene. I mean, who doesn't know that?
And, why would boys NOT want to take a shower? I mean, aren't they at that age in middle school, where they are self-conscious and WANT to smell good?? LOL!
So in order to fix this problem they are just going to ban sprays, and have them stink instead. Nice.
I heard on the news that in some middle schools in Minnesota, they have banned body spray because it has been causing asthma attacks for some students and some boys have been using the spray instead of bathing.
Ew.
My thing is this....this was happening back when I was in school! We just lived with it. I mean, of course, it was horrible, but they never banned the spray! They just told everyone to make sure they shower daily, because it was good hygiene. I mean, who doesn't know that?
And, why would boys NOT want to take a shower? I mean, aren't they at that age in middle school, where they are self-conscious and WANT to smell good?? LOL!
So in order to fix this problem they are just going to ban sprays, and have them stink instead. Nice.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
I'm baaaaaccccckk!"
Ok, so the minute I posted the last blog, I went to go read the paper online, only to find that I TOTALLY forget about daylight savings time!! AHHH! I never forget...well, ok...So I forgot this time!
I am at a total loss! I am way behind schedule now! Well, I don't really have a schedule..I just feel like a slob because I usually have been up and going for so long by now! When I said it was 7:30, it was actually 8:30!! I never lollygag until 8:30 in the morning, even if it is the weekend!!
Ok, so now I am going to go make up for lost time! Eek! What am I going to do first??!
I am at a total loss! I am way behind schedule now! Well, I don't really have a schedule..I just feel like a slob because I usually have been up and going for so long by now! When I said it was 7:30, it was actually 8:30!! I never lollygag until 8:30 in the morning, even if it is the weekend!!
Ok, so now I am going to go make up for lost time! Eek! What am I going to do first??!
It's all good"
Good morning! It is around 7:30 and I am starting my Sunday morning off pretty busy!
As you can guess by the absence of me blogging, my entire family is alive and doing well...Thank goodness! That had to be the worst week EVER!
I am pleased to say that my boys, my husband AND my parents are all over their sickness, and me...well I still have managed to scare off the virus! Yay for me!
On the other hand, I have found myself VERY busy! The little ones sure do make up for lost time! They didn't waste any time getting back to playing and rough-housing! I am glad though, seeing them all pitiful and sick like, really breaks my heart.
Anyway, I better get to going...they have finished breakfast and are screaming at me to come clean up their mess so they can get on to bigger and better things...I'll catch y'all on the flip side! Have a wonderful day!
As you can guess by the absence of me blogging, my entire family is alive and doing well...Thank goodness! That had to be the worst week EVER!
I am pleased to say that my boys, my husband AND my parents are all over their sickness, and me...well I still have managed to scare off the virus! Yay for me!
On the other hand, I have found myself VERY busy! The little ones sure do make up for lost time! They didn't waste any time getting back to playing and rough-housing! I am glad though, seeing them all pitiful and sick like, really breaks my heart.
Anyway, I better get to going...they have finished breakfast and are screaming at me to come clean up their mess so they can get on to bigger and better things...I'll catch y'all on the flip side! Have a wonderful day!
Thursday, March 6, 2008
"Magic Mommy shoes"
For those who have the children who love to stomp in rain and mud puddles right before getting in the car and stepping foot in the house, I think you will find this interesting.
On the way back in the house yesterday, my 2-year-old just HAS to step in the mud. Of course, my husband tells him not to, then turns around only to find that I am stepping in them. Oops! My 2-year old looks at me like, "why can mommy do it and not me." Even though he is only 2, I quickly tell him that I have "magic mommy shoes." He repeats it, well..sorta and goes on about his way. I instantly thought, "this is great!" Moms of children who stomp in mud and rain puddles will LOVE this! Why? Because, you know that you aren't always that careful not to step in mud puddles and let's face it..you probably do it all the time, because YOU remember to wipe your feet, unlike children....and your husband!
So, next time you kid steps in a mud puddle and you tell him not to, only for them to turn around and look at you like you are crazy, because YOU just stepped in one, well...you can tell them you have "magic mommy shoes." Shoes that let you step in anything you want and not get dirty...and only mommies have them!
Disclaimer:
"Magic Mommy shoes" are available at any store that shoes are sold! Go get your pair TODAY!
Besides, this will give you a good excuse to go buy those HOT new pumps you've been eyeing!! LOL!
On the way back in the house yesterday, my 2-year-old just HAS to step in the mud. Of course, my husband tells him not to, then turns around only to find that I am stepping in them. Oops! My 2-year old looks at me like, "why can mommy do it and not me." Even though he is only 2, I quickly tell him that I have "magic mommy shoes." He repeats it, well..sorta and goes on about his way. I instantly thought, "this is great!" Moms of children who stomp in mud and rain puddles will LOVE this! Why? Because, you know that you aren't always that careful not to step in mud puddles and let's face it..you probably do it all the time, because YOU remember to wipe your feet, unlike children....and your husband!
So, next time you kid steps in a mud puddle and you tell him not to, only for them to turn around and look at you like you are crazy, because YOU just stepped in one, well...you can tell them you have "magic mommy shoes." Shoes that let you step in anything you want and not get dirty...and only mommies have them!
Disclaimer:
"Magic Mommy shoes" are available at any store that shoes are sold! Go get your pair TODAY!
Besides, this will give you a good excuse to go buy those HOT new pumps you've been eyeing!! LOL!
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
The joys of being the MOM
Ah!…..Peace and quiet…knock on wood! My boys are taking their afternoon nap, after our outing this morning. See, they have been sick all weekend with the rotavirus, as well as my parents, who keep them…and my husband…no fun.
I just had to go into the office today and since the boys were better (my parents and hubby, not so much), I took them with me. They were fine at the office…it was lunch that turned into a disaster. My 2-year-old wanted a hamburger, so I decided that since he had been keeping everything down, that hamburger, he would have. WRONG!! Sitting there eating, he started to burp, then, the inevitable "splash" came. You guessed it, he got sick. I had to strip him down and immediately carried him and my 1-year-old to the car. I ran back in to grab his clothes and take off to the house.
Of course, after we get home, he is all fine and dandy and wants a pb&j sandwich….he manages to keep that down, thank goodness! After about an hour of playing, it’s naptime, so I tell him to go get on the couch and mommy will soon follow. I went to the restroom and came back to sit down and he was fast asleep.! Poor little guy was tuckered out from his excursion this morning. Soon to follow was my youngest and not a moment too soon! This break has been much needed by the way. After a few nights of rude awakenings (I think you can gather what I mean), I am exhausted myself! It’s a good thing that my husband can pretty much take care of himself.
I have been lucky, haven’t felt the first bit of sickness..and I intend on it staying that way!
I have never really been one to get sick much, and viruses, well…let’s just say I make THEM sick! LOL! I am just ready for ALL my boys to get to feeling better…it makes it no fun when mommy has to clean up everyone’s’ sickness…but that’s what mommies do!
I just had to go into the office today and since the boys were better (my parents and hubby, not so much), I took them with me. They were fine at the office…it was lunch that turned into a disaster. My 2-year-old wanted a hamburger, so I decided that since he had been keeping everything down, that hamburger, he would have. WRONG!! Sitting there eating, he started to burp, then, the inevitable "splash" came. You guessed it, he got sick. I had to strip him down and immediately carried him and my 1-year-old to the car. I ran back in to grab his clothes and take off to the house.
Of course, after we get home, he is all fine and dandy and wants a pb&j sandwich….he manages to keep that down, thank goodness! After about an hour of playing, it’s naptime, so I tell him to go get on the couch and mommy will soon follow. I went to the restroom and came back to sit down and he was fast asleep.! Poor little guy was tuckered out from his excursion this morning. Soon to follow was my youngest and not a moment too soon! This break has been much needed by the way. After a few nights of rude awakenings (I think you can gather what I mean), I am exhausted myself! It’s a good thing that my husband can pretty much take care of himself.
I have been lucky, haven’t felt the first bit of sickness..and I intend on it staying that way!
I have never really been one to get sick much, and viruses, well…let’s just say I make THEM sick! LOL! I am just ready for ALL my boys to get to feeling better…it makes it no fun when mommy has to clean up everyone’s’ sickness…but that’s what mommies do!
"Do they just KNOW??"
So, as most of you know, we just had our RedRiver Moms "Girl’s Night Out" this past Friday. It was GREAT! So many turned out!
But of course, my night did not come without a "hiccup."
My youngest, Colt has been battling the rotavirus all week. Well, my mom calls me around 1 in the afternoon, to tell me that my oldest, Jacob now is projectile vomiting ….nice.
I rush to my parents to take Jacob to the doctor because my mom says he’s just pitiful and won’t keep anything down, not even fluids. By the time I get there, he has perked up and been able to keep Sprite down for about 2 hours. Great!!
So I don’t take him to the doctor, I load up my boys and head for home in anticipation of my "Girl’s Night Out." Jacob and Colt play happily and wathc a dvd, while I just sit and watch them. Both fine and dandy, Jacob a little on the warm side though. I feel both boys with drinks and crackers and continue to watch them, hoping that the bug is passing…
..My husband gets home around 5:30 and picks up Jacob when all of the sudden….BLAAAAAAAH! All down the back of my husband’s shirt and on the floor…out of NOWHERE! Why is that?? Why is that, when us moms get ready to walk out the door to do something for ourselves, this happens??? It’s like a sixth sense! Jacob hadn’t been sick in hours!! Did he just KNOW that I was about to leave, and decided, "hmmm, I don’t want mommy to go, I think I’ll just throw up now." I mean, really?!
My husband and I cleaned him up, and I sat with him for a bit, and eventually made my way out the door. But it wasn’t without fail, oh no.
While at dinner my best friend calls me to see how dinner is, and says she just got off the phone with my husband, who tells her he just got through cleaning up the sofa from one of Jacob’s "episodes." She convinces me my husband has it under control, since he hasn’t blown up my cell phone yet. LOL!
I grab my check, and head for home, Sprite in one hand, and Gatorade in the other. When I walk in the door, I find my husband taking the covers off of the couch cushions and poor baby Jacob sitting on a pillow looking pitiful. "He’s thrown up 3 times since you have been gone," my husband says. "Why didn’t you call me," I ask. "I don’t know." Ok, so whatever. I just continue to help with the clean up.
Now, my sweet little boy is asleep, and hopefully will get his much needed rest…but, I just wonder if I should stay in until he is 18. I mean I can’t leave the poor little thing if he is going to be miserable while I am out having some "me time." After all, who needs a "Girl’s Night Out" anyway…I night in with the boys can be just as sweet….even if it consists of being vomited all over…I just take that as my boys way of saying,, "I love you!" LOL!
But of course, my night did not come without a "hiccup."
My youngest, Colt has been battling the rotavirus all week. Well, my mom calls me around 1 in the afternoon, to tell me that my oldest, Jacob now is projectile vomiting ….nice.
I rush to my parents to take Jacob to the doctor because my mom says he’s just pitiful and won’t keep anything down, not even fluids. By the time I get there, he has perked up and been able to keep Sprite down for about 2 hours. Great!!
So I don’t take him to the doctor, I load up my boys and head for home in anticipation of my "Girl’s Night Out." Jacob and Colt play happily and wathc a dvd, while I just sit and watch them. Both fine and dandy, Jacob a little on the warm side though. I feel both boys with drinks and crackers and continue to watch them, hoping that the bug is passing…
..My husband gets home around 5:30 and picks up Jacob when all of the sudden….BLAAAAAAAH! All down the back of my husband’s shirt and on the floor…out of NOWHERE! Why is that?? Why is that, when us moms get ready to walk out the door to do something for ourselves, this happens??? It’s like a sixth sense! Jacob hadn’t been sick in hours!! Did he just KNOW that I was about to leave, and decided, "hmmm, I don’t want mommy to go, I think I’ll just throw up now." I mean, really?!
My husband and I cleaned him up, and I sat with him for a bit, and eventually made my way out the door. But it wasn’t without fail, oh no.
While at dinner my best friend calls me to see how dinner is, and says she just got off the phone with my husband, who tells her he just got through cleaning up the sofa from one of Jacob’s "episodes." She convinces me my husband has it under control, since he hasn’t blown up my cell phone yet. LOL!
I grab my check, and head for home, Sprite in one hand, and Gatorade in the other. When I walk in the door, I find my husband taking the covers off of the couch cushions and poor baby Jacob sitting on a pillow looking pitiful. "He’s thrown up 3 times since you have been gone," my husband says. "Why didn’t you call me," I ask. "I don’t know." Ok, so whatever. I just continue to help with the clean up.
Now, my sweet little boy is asleep, and hopefully will get his much needed rest…but, I just wonder if I should stay in until he is 18. I mean I can’t leave the poor little thing if he is going to be miserable while I am out having some "me time." After all, who needs a "Girl’s Night Out" anyway…I night in with the boys can be just as sweet….even if it consists of being vomited all over…I just take that as my boys way of saying,, "I love you!" LOL!
"Welcome To My World"
First, let me introduce myself. My name is Jenni Litton. I am a 27 year old mother of two toddler boys, wife to my loving husband Jason and of course, daughter, sister, aunt, etc, and so on.
Now for the good stuff…I married my high school sweetheart 3 years ago, but we have been “together” for 12 years now. I knew I was going to marry him all along. We started a family soon after and welcomed the birth of our first son, Jacob Hank 1 year and 3 days later (he is 2 now)…such a beautiful thing it was! After being on bedrest for two weeks 32 weeks into my pregnancy, things were already a bit tense, so being new parents wasn’t easy. You see my husband grew up without a mother (lost her at age 5) and was raised by his paternal grandparents who, of course, were just simply from another time. His dad was around, but worked quite a bit to provide for my husband and his sister. Oh, of course my father-in-law remarried, but the women he choose never provided the nurturing my husband so desperately needed. So, with all that being said, becoming a parent was especially hard for him…he’s learning though.
The next 6 months would bring arguments about how things should be done with our son, around the house and so on. Well, we never dreamed what would happen 6 months after we welcomed our first born…..you guessed it…a big, fat positive pregnancy test…talk about shocked!!!
We took the pregnancy head on, of course, but it brought a bit of an emotional roller coaster ride along with it. There was talk of separating, quite simply because we weren’t getting along …and that was because well, we had never gotten used to having one child..how the heck were we going to manage two?? And BABIES at that??
I had a wonderful pregnancy with my second son who is now approaching 1, Nickolas Colt, we call him Colt though. The birth was more than I could have ever imagined! I labored without any pain medication to 8 cm!! Talk about feeling empowered!! Colt came out fine, I was fine…my husband and I were ready to take on the challenge of a family of 4! Although, all I could think about was my little baby Jacob who was staying with my parents while we nurtured Colt through his first few days of life…..I worried constantly that I wasn’t going to bond with Colt…and felt that I wasn’t. I felt horrible for that.
Well, I sunk into quite a bit of a post-partum “funk..”ok, depression. No need to mask it. It was very serious…almost cost me my family…my husband and I just weren’t seeing eye to eye on things. I seriously thought that was it for my marriage..but I would be proved wrong.
Fast forward to today, 3 years and 2 little boys later. I am happy to say that me and my husband are very much still together and raising to happy and healthy toddlers! I bonded with my baby Colt and still have a wonderful relationship with Jacob. I just can’t believe how far we have all come. We have so much to be thankful for and so much to live for, I couldn’t be happier than I am right now!
Just goes to show you, that just when you think things can’t get any worse…they actually get better!!
Now for the good stuff…I married my high school sweetheart 3 years ago, but we have been “together” for 12 years now. I knew I was going to marry him all along. We started a family soon after and welcomed the birth of our first son, Jacob Hank 1 year and 3 days later (he is 2 now)…such a beautiful thing it was! After being on bedrest for two weeks 32 weeks into my pregnancy, things were already a bit tense, so being new parents wasn’t easy. You see my husband grew up without a mother (lost her at age 5) and was raised by his paternal grandparents who, of course, were just simply from another time. His dad was around, but worked quite a bit to provide for my husband and his sister. Oh, of course my father-in-law remarried, but the women he choose never provided the nurturing my husband so desperately needed. So, with all that being said, becoming a parent was especially hard for him…he’s learning though.
The next 6 months would bring arguments about how things should be done with our son, around the house and so on. Well, we never dreamed what would happen 6 months after we welcomed our first born…..you guessed it…a big, fat positive pregnancy test…talk about shocked!!!
We took the pregnancy head on, of course, but it brought a bit of an emotional roller coaster ride along with it. There was talk of separating, quite simply because we weren’t getting along …and that was because well, we had never gotten used to having one child..how the heck were we going to manage two?? And BABIES at that??
I had a wonderful pregnancy with my second son who is now approaching 1, Nickolas Colt, we call him Colt though. The birth was more than I could have ever imagined! I labored without any pain medication to 8 cm!! Talk about feeling empowered!! Colt came out fine, I was fine…my husband and I were ready to take on the challenge of a family of 4! Although, all I could think about was my little baby Jacob who was staying with my parents while we nurtured Colt through his first few days of life…..I worried constantly that I wasn’t going to bond with Colt…and felt that I wasn’t. I felt horrible for that.
Well, I sunk into quite a bit of a post-partum “funk..”ok, depression. No need to mask it. It was very serious…almost cost me my family…my husband and I just weren’t seeing eye to eye on things. I seriously thought that was it for my marriage..but I would be proved wrong.
Fast forward to today, 3 years and 2 little boys later. I am happy to say that me and my husband are very much still together and raising to happy and healthy toddlers! I bonded with my baby Colt and still have a wonderful relationship with Jacob. I just can’t believe how far we have all come. We have so much to be thankful for and so much to live for, I couldn’t be happier than I am right now!
Just goes to show you, that just when you think things can’t get any worse…they actually get better!!
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