Twins

I really think I was meant to have twins instead of having my boys 15 months apart. I am pretty sure God is having a field day watching all the antics in the Litton household.

For instance, bath night the other night was complete horror. I bathe both the boys at the same time, it's just easier that way and they enjoy each others company. Jacob was finished eating dinner, but Colt wasn't. So I decided that I would start giving Jacob his bath, and my husband could bring COlt in after he got done eating. I was done with Jacob far before Colt was finished with his dinner, so that meant that both boys got a chance to take a bath alone. I thought this would be nice for me, you know..spend some one on one time with each of them. Boy, was I ever wrong...

..Colt got in the bath and immediately started to wail. Nothing had happened, it hadn't tripped, stubbed a toe, or jammed a finger, he was just crying to cry...or so I guessed. The whole time while washing his hair he just cried and cried. I couldn't figure it out. Then, finally, he cried out "bubba!" Then it made since! He is so used to have Jacob by his side in the bath, that he was crying because he was alone! Now, how sweet is that?! Just one thing thought, it can sometimes make it a little difficult to do things when you don't have time to wait.

I love my boys the way they are. It's just crazy how to be 15 months apart, the really act like twins. They have to have the same toy, the same food, the same clothes and even shoes! It's quite sweet. Everything little thing they do is mirroring the other. Like just now?? Jacob is in trouble, and Colt is beside himself to get into the room where Jacob is. They just can't stand to be separated. Like twins, I guess...they usually are inseparable, or have that "twin inkling" that something is wrong with the other. It's crazy stuff, and I just wonder...why God just didn't knock it out and give me twins? LOL! But, he has his reasons. I love my boys, twins or not!

Please, make the squealing stop!

Geez, while my husband ran an errand this morning, I left my boys at the table eating breakfast to take a shower, and what do they do?? SQUEAL like banshees!! It never fails, every single time the squeal at the top of their lungs! I really can't take much more it.

Sad thing is, they do it even when they aren't sitting at the table. You read the vacuum cleaner blog, right? So you see what I am saying. For no reason at all , they will just start running through the house squealing! No matter what I do, they just will not stop! They look at me and laugh...THEY LAUGH!!! That just drives me insane. I go to discipline them, and they laugh in my face! What is that about??? What the heck am I supposed to do?

Is it normal to have that much squealing? I mean really, come on...is it?? Please tell me no, for my sanity sake..and those of my neighbors downstairs! I guess it's a good thing we bought a house, huh?

They'll let anyone be parents!

So on my way out of "Wal-Mart" Jason notices that there is a car in the parking lot that has a child strapped into a car seat, with what looks like NO adult in the car. Granted, it isn't that hot outside, and so the car was running...I guess that was this particular parents' reasoning...even though it was stupid.
So, remembering all the horrible stories that have graced the news, and with Jacob holding onto my hand, I decide to approach the car to make sure it really isn't what it seems. As I was getting closer to the car, I see that there is another SMALL child in a car seat next to him. The two of them not looking more than 2 and 4 years old. I see another arm flailing on the other side of the boy in the middle, but can't make out if it belongs to him or someone else.
I get up to the car, and see that there is a girl slouched down in the seat talking, singing, or whatever..she couldn't have been more than 11, and I think that is pushing it. I get her attention and mouth to her "ARE YOU OKAY?" She mouths back, "YES." So, I just said, "OKAY" and walked off. Now, I would have never walked off had it just been the two small boys. And, I probably shouldn't have walked off even with the girl in the car...at least I don't think I should have. Maybe I should have waited in my car until someone got in the car with them and drove off.
Anyway...it just really pisses me off. If something were to happen, of course the parent(s) would have been beside themselves with grief. And you know what?? It was their fault in the first place. I just don't understand. Until my boys are TEENAGERS, and even then, I don't think I would leave them in the car. You can just never be too sure nowadays. Okay, so it wasn't hot, but what if it had been some deranged idiot or something, HUH??? What if that little girl was so trusting that she opened the car door?? Then what?? It just pisses me off. To be that non-chaulant about things.
Anyone can be parents in this day and age...

What's with the vacuum cleaner?

I just got through vacuuming the house, and my boys went absolutely nuts! They do this every time I, or my husband vacuums. We have no clue what the deal is.

They don't scream in fear, it's almost like it's a game to them. The minute the vacuum cleaner is turned on, Colt starts squealing, then Jacob joins in. They hop up and down squealing louder than the vacuum cleaner an dance around like they are doing some sort of sacred dance! I can't help but laugh every time, even though it is very annoying. I try to quiet them, and so does my husband, but not a darn thing works!

I have no idea where the got this from. It just started to happen one day, and ever since...well..I am sure you can imagine. I swear people on the other side of the world can hear them, I know I can!

A place to call...HOME!

YAY!! We finally did it! My husband and I are now proud home owners! This week we got the call that our loan application went through! We can finally give our boys the home they deserve (okay, and us too) to feel safe and grow in! Not to mention a great backyard for them to run off all their excess energy! LOL!

I can't tel you how much I am looking forward to having a home! As a woman, I think we tend to fantasize about a home, just as much as we do about our wedding day. My husband also is looking forward to putting his special touches on this home. He has worked really hard the last year in getting a few bills paid completely off, so that we could be ready for a house note. So, kudos to him! I am very proud!

To those of you that already have your own home, with a yard for the kids to play in, I hope you never take it for granted. And, to all of those who are still working on purchasing or building your own home, hang in there. The pay off will be just as sweet as you imagine!

Right or wrong?

I wonder, is wrong to let your children see you cry? Rather it is crying at a movie, or crying over a loved one, or just crying out of frustration...is it right, or wrong?

I am an emotional person, so it doesn't really take much for me to cry, especially since I have been through two pregnancies, extremely close together. I guess my hormones never really had a chance to settle down from the first pregnancy, because during the second pregnancy, I was a freaking basket case! I had suffered from post partum depression after the birth of my first son, and took medication to help, which it did. I thought for sure after the birth of my second son, I wouldn't need the medication as much, maybe not even at all. Boy, was I wrong.

Much to my surprise, I needed it more than ever! I will never forget the day I broke down in the shower just days after Colt was born. My parents had come by unexpectedly (no big deal, I like unannounced visitors) and Jason was tending to Jacob and our newborn son. My mom came in to check on me, and we chatted for a second. I know I had a look on my face, because she wouldn't have asked me what she did. "Baby, what's wrong?" Oh that just sent a river of tears down my face! She started to cry too as I told her, "I don't think I can do this!" I was in extreme pain from having labored and dilated to nearly 9 centimeters before pain medication was given, then the site of injection on my back was throbbing as well. She just told me, "yes, you can!" Don't' you worry, I will talk to Jason." Not that he wasn't doing everything he could to help, just that he wasn't fully aware of the toll that these pregnancies had taken on me.

Anyway, back to what I was originally saying, sometimes I just can't help but cry. I feel guilty for doing it in the site of my boys. I don't know, I just feel like their little hearts are hurting too, and the don't even know how to cope with that feeling yet. So, in turn, I feel bad for making them hurt, because I am over on the couch, blubbering like an idiot over cereal commercial!

Just chalk it up to me being a nutcase, I guess. I know my boys will learn that expressing their emotions, what ever they may be at the time, is healthy. Though it can be a scary situation for them, I guess that is when you,...ME, that parent needs to hold them and say, "it's okay to feel this way."

Coming into his own

My sweet little Jacob....is not always as sweet as I'd like for him to be! LOL!

Truth is, the last few months have been filled with a lot of tantrums, and flat out breakdowns..from him...AND me! I guess it is the terrible two's. I was trying to ignore it, but I guess I can't. Although, I do have to say, it isn't near as bad as what I see on Nanny 911! I don't know what I would do if my children were like that...guess I'd call Nanny 911!

Sometimes I just don't know what to do. I don't particularly care for spanking, counting to three works pretty good, and if he doesn't stop whatever action he is doing by that time, I send him to his room and tell him not to come out until I get him. I close the door behind me. He never moves, and never tries to play with his toys. He is so upset that he has been taking out of the fun environment (meaning where everyone else is at) that he doesn't realize he's in his room. On occasion, he will come out. After his time out is up, I sit him on his toy box and explain to him what he did wrong, and why he got in trouble, and always end with " I love you" and a kiss.

He seems to respond to that really well. But there are other types of behavior that I am just at a loss for. Well, not completely...he has spouted out a few "bad words." Now, my husband and I are ordinary people, but on occasion words slip out that shouldn't. My husband lets him slip out a little more. But it doesn't matter, they shouldn't be said, especially around a 2-year-old, whose mind is absorbing EVERY thing it hears, and sees. Gosh, I just don't know what to do sometimes. And, sometimes, when he does something bad, he laughs at me, seriously, he LAUGHS from the BOTTOM OF HIS GUT!! He just makes me all the more mad! How do you control that??

I know it is all normal, but sometimes I ask myself if I am going to have a child with bad behavioral problems on my hands. Jacob probably won't be any different that any other kid out there, but sometimes, I just don't know what to do....or even how to do it!

Poor baby!

Last week, Colt had the worst possible day ever, and it was a Monday to boot! We all know how Monday's go! LOL!

About 10 a.m., I got a call from my mom.. I could hear Colt crying, but didn't think much of it, because well, he's a baby..he crys! My mom proceeds to tell me that my little Colty has been stung 4 times by a wasp! "He's fine, we have given him some benadryl and the redness has started to go away, there's no stingers to be found, just call the pediatrician and ask if there is anything else we can do." So, I do just that, not even questioning my mom.

The nurse calls back and says just to watch for any signs of respiratory distress or allergic reaction. I am happy to report that he had no problems. Thank goodness!

Upon getting home that evening, I noticed a little place between his thumb and pointer finger. I went ahead and got them in the house and set everything down, then went to check out what I had seen. Opening my little boys hand, I see a blister between his thumb and pointer finger, a blister on the pads of his pointer and index finger, and on the front side of his index finger. I call my mom to ask about it. She has never heard of a wasp sting blistering before, and neither have I. I just assumed that it was part of it, and went about the nightly routine, getting dinner fixed and served. Upon cleaning up the boys from dinner, I take another look at Colt's hands and see that the blisters are bigger, and almost look to be water-filled.

I call my mom again to put our heads together to see if we can come up with an answer. The only other thing she could think of was that, while outside with his older brother and Pop, who was doing various yard work, he must have touched the still hot from lawn mowing, lawnmower. My dad had mowed the grass earlier and put the mower up on the side of the house. We called my dad to confirm that this could have been a possibility, and he did just that. So, what we think happened was, in the scheme of getting stung he must have been on the side yard (where the mower was) and somehow touched the hot lawnmower. My dad, seeing that he was surrounded by wasps and hearing the wailing, scooped him up (Jacob followed) and took him inside to have my mom help doctor him up. So, the burn was masked by the fact that he had been stung! The wasps are horrible this year and out in full force.

I have just kept his little hands clean and free from grime and his little blisters seem to be healing. We can only speculate that this is what happened. I am pretty sure I should have taken him to see the doctor after we all came to that realization, but have you ever just had one of those moments where for some ODD reason, you decided not to do what you would normally do? Yeah, that was me. It doesn't look like it needs any special treatment and it seems to be healing properly, so I just make sure to watch it and keep it clean.

My poor Colty had a horrible Monday....talk about a way to start off a week!