Wednesday, September 30, 2009
I figured out a way
Duh. All the outdoor pictures we have of Aidan are in his car seat or stroller. Then it occurred to me. Prop him up in his Bebe Pod and snap away!
Big Fat Jinx
Yep. I jinxed us. Last night sleep came to Aidan at 7:30 and then he woke up at 11:30 and 3:15. Not cool Aidan. Not cool. On a Wednesday no less. Wednesdays are the hard days. Special thanks to my husband for reminding me that "You jinxed it" at 6:00 this morning when Aidan woke up and was raring and ready to go.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
You win some, you lose some
I fear that by my publishing this on the Internet, it will jinx me and never happen again. But here goes anyway... Aidan went to bed last night at around 8:00. At 7:45 I woke him up so we could get Kate to school before she was forced to follow in her Mother's footsteps and get her 1st of many tardy slips. She made it on time and Aidan came home, nursed, cooed, and now is back asleep beside me. What happened? Will it happen again? Was my Mother right? Was it that his socks and pajamas were too small? Was making it a little warmer the key? Was he getting over-stimulated and over-tired? Was it because he ate a little more solids yesterday? Was it because God knew I needed a break?
Of course I woke up multiple times listening for his grunting and kicking to begin. I waited for the cries that I could try and pat away, before finally giving in and picking him up. They never came. After weeks of nursing in the middle of the night, my boobs, however, woke up concerned and a bit angry. They got over it though. Yes I like to talk about my boobs. That's what happens after you have a baby. You too can become obsessed with boobs and poop. Just have a baby. It's inevitable.
My husband dared to imply this morning that Aidan's restful night meant I too had a restful night. Not exactly. But if this keeps up I'm sure me and my boobs will adjust just fine. He also dared suggest to make this into a scientific experiment and try not feeding him solids before bed one night and see how he does. Then another night we can dress him in smaller pajamas and see what happens. Yea. Sounds good Mr. science guy. You could even make charts and graphs. You have fun with that. I'll just take my oatmeal cookies and will be in Australia.
Of course I woke up multiple times listening for his grunting and kicking to begin. I waited for the cries that I could try and pat away, before finally giving in and picking him up. They never came. After weeks of nursing in the middle of the night, my boobs, however, woke up concerned and a bit angry. They got over it though. Yes I like to talk about my boobs. That's what happens after you have a baby. You too can become obsessed with boobs and poop. Just have a baby. It's inevitable.
My husband dared to imply this morning that Aidan's restful night meant I too had a restful night. Not exactly. But if this keeps up I'm sure me and my boobs will adjust just fine. He also dared suggest to make this into a scientific experiment and try not feeding him solids before bed one night and see how he does. Then another night we can dress him in smaller pajamas and see what happens. Yea. Sounds good Mr. science guy. You could even make charts and graphs. You have fun with that. I'll just take my oatmeal cookies and will be in Australia.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Boo to Mondays
We went to Oklahoma this weekend to visit my family, go to a birthday party where my dear husband got to practice his anti-social skills, and get my hair done by the stylist I can't seem to let go of. It was a good weekend but we discovered Aidan does not travel well in the car after about 7:30. This obviously is directly related to his desire to be DONE for the day at about 8:00 and there was no consoling the poor kid. After 2 stops, patting of the head and arms via my contortionist abilities from the front seat he finally gave in and slept the rest of the way. The return trip was much smoother and we settled in for the night. Right around midnight is where it got fun and I knew this was going to be the start of a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Aidan marveled us all by starting to sleep through the night at an early age. I kept thinking to myself that he was such an easy baby and that I was so fortunate to have a child like him. There was no song and dance to get him to sleep, no middle of the night feedings, and no odd bedtime rituals to speak of. Then he turned 4 months old and it all began to unravel. He was still easy during the day for the most part, but nighttime became a different story. I blamed it on teething, hunger, temperature of the room, and most recently sickness.
Now at 5 months I'm getting frustrated. I've read of this happening more often than I'd like to admit. It's apparently a phase that's not uncommon during this point in a baby's development. But geesh kid! Last night he blessed me with waking up at midnight and 4:00 in the morning. I can deal with being roused out of a deep sleep once, but twice is not cool. Some nights he thinks it's fun to wake up 3 times. I often wake up at around 5:00 and realize in just 2 short hours I have to get up and it makes me panic.
After our lovely night I awoke with a headache and a bad attitude. The day was not destined to make me feel better. Here are some things that annoyed me today in a style reminiscent of Alexander.
Aidan marveled us all by starting to sleep through the night at an early age. I kept thinking to myself that he was such an easy baby and that I was so fortunate to have a child like him. There was no song and dance to get him to sleep, no middle of the night feedings, and no odd bedtime rituals to speak of. Then he turned 4 months old and it all began to unravel. He was still easy during the day for the most part, but nighttime became a different story. I blamed it on teething, hunger, temperature of the room, and most recently sickness.
Now at 5 months I'm getting frustrated. I've read of this happening more often than I'd like to admit. It's apparently a phase that's not uncommon during this point in a baby's development. But geesh kid! Last night he blessed me with waking up at midnight and 4:00 in the morning. I can deal with being roused out of a deep sleep once, but twice is not cool. Some nights he thinks it's fun to wake up 3 times. I often wake up at around 5:00 and realize in just 2 short hours I have to get up and it makes me panic.
After our lovely night I awoke with a headache and a bad attitude. The day was not destined to make me feel better. Here are some things that annoyed me today in a style reminiscent of Alexander.
- Daniel informed me shortly after I got up that he would take Kate to school but that Aidan was awake upstairs and was "happy as a clam." It's "happy as a lark." NO Aidan! Go back to sleep! I hate waiting to take a nap.
- A yellow jacket tried to sting me while I was trying to put up some outdoor fall decor. I hate yellow jackets or really anything that flies.
- Aidan pooped more than should be humanly possible for a baby his age and it got all over his clothes and my arms. Poop on any other part of your body then that one part where it's supposed to be is just plain gross.
- I had nothing to drink with caffeine in it and shear laziness prevented me from doing anything about it until after 3:00. I hate it when I can't shake a case of the lazies.
- Kate managed to spill almost an entire box of gold fish crackers all over the back seat. I hate having to clean up food mess.
- I had to clean out the litter boxes and sweep up cat litter. Yuck more cleaning.
- I have far too many loads of clean clothes all over the place and no desire to do anything about it. I annoy myself.
- I somehow managed to shoot myself and the entire kitchen with the sprayer from the sink. I hate having to stop what I'm doing to clean up another mess.
- My husband thinks the Cowboys game should take precedence over Dancing with the Stars and I disagree. He won. I don't like to lose.
- I cooked a dinner that I thought was really good. He said it needed more garlic. Grrr. I don't like husbands that don't know when to keep their mouth shut.
But I did bake some oatmeal cookies tonight since this is according to Daniel, "one of only 16 or 17 times I watch pro football and I only watch college football like 12 times" and I needed something to do. Cookies make everything better. Aidan went to bed shortly after 8:00 and I'm hoping for a one time wake-up if not a night with no wake-ups. I fear I may be hoping for too much. I guess if all else fails I can always move to Australia.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Why Dogs are probably better (to some people)
Last night we were sitting around watching TV and I made a comment about how conniving and manipulative our cats are. I think I said something along the lines of "That cat is smart." Kate promptly replied,
"Our cats can't spit. They can only puke and eat and walk around."Touche my little funny girl. Touche. But I'll have to disagree with you a bit.
Cats can do this
Don't forget this. But perhaps it should be disqualified due to the fact that it probably ended in puking.
They can give you looks like this
And this
But best of all they can do this...
Thursday, September 24, 2009
To be 5 going on 20
As a child I was terribly shy and quiet. So when Kate went through her shy stage I chalked it up to one more thing she had inherited from me like her skinny feet and hatred of green food. So imagine my surprise one night when she snapped out of it and began regaling my former co-workers at a group dinner with stories of Barbies and Dora. The shy streak was over. But never in my definitions of an outgoing pre-schooler did I include the idea that along with sharing secrets of Princesses and Ice cream cones with the girls, that she would also be chasing boys and kissing them behind the slides. When I was even a middle school student, the mere thought of talking to a boy that I was crushing on was absolutely out of the question.In the car on the way to school today she said, "Yesterday on the big playground Grant was running towards me." I asked, "Did you talk to him?" "No!! I ran away from him. I'm not ready for that!" Good to know that maybe a little of my shyness did rub off on her after all.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Overheard
On our way to Walmart last night we were at a stop light and Kate looked over and noticed the woman in the car next to us.
"That woman is smoking! Why is that woman smoking?"Daniel as dryly and matter of factly as one can be, said:
"Because she wants to die."Oh yes- he did. My husband is a fan of telling his child this sort of thing. Then with an air of understanding and a shrug of her shoulders she said,
"Oh."Just Oh. Nothing else. Oh for it to be that easy when she gets to be a teenager.
It's like we're real parents
Before Kate was born I dare say we were those people that had the assumptions about how life was going to work with a newborn. Case in point: we bought a crib. It got used as a cat hiding place, storage crate, decorative accessory to a cutesy insect themed nursery, and occasional torture chamber for a little princess. Never was it used as a place to catch some zzz's.
We thought baby bathrobes or thin cutesy animal themed towels with no substance would be "fine" and we actually thought our child would rather play with fake brightly colored, child-friendly keys, rather than real ones. We had a pack and play, a bouncer, a baby bathtub, and an amazingly comfortable rocking chair, all of which you might say we didn't get our moneys worth on.
We swore we'd have a child that would never set foot in our bed and who would happily sleep in a bassinet until she was old enough to sleep in her crib. I had grandiose notions that breast feeding was going to be easy or that if you just had a well fed, well rested child (like those ever happen ahead of time) that you could enjoy a scream-less dinner out. Boy were we dumb. We had no idea we were bringing home our new mistress.
We did the best we could. We played the free-spirited parents who let our child nap when she wanted to and she slept every night in our bed until she was 2. Sure we had to discipline her and despite my early feelings that someone was throwing me into something I had no clue how to do, we survived. We grew a healthy, beautiful, independent child who is strong-willed but knows her boundaries. Looking back I think we thought she wasn't that difficult of a child. I think we thought dancing your child to sleep every night to Shaggy's 'Angel' was normal. I suppose for many parents out there it probably is. Maybe not the Shaggy part...
So with Aidan I had no pre-determined ideas of how it was going to be other than it was going to be undeniably, unequivocally, difficult. Boy were we dumb. With Kate I was caught up in the newness, the strangeness of actually being responsible for a living being that didn't meow, that I just blindly assumed this time it was all going to be the same.
I never assumed I'd have a child that would be able to sooth himself to sleep or would think sweet potatoes were a perfectly acceptable form of food. I didn't think I'd be giving him baths in a baby bathtub or letting him sleep in a bassinet for naps. I didn't expect breast feeding would run as smoothly as possible or that we could own a pack and play that would ever get packed and taken on a trip to be used as a place to sleep. Nor did I ever assume I'd have not 1 but 2 children who went to bed before Daniel and I did.
But somehow, someway we've now got 1 child who seems to actually like going to sleep when we tell her it's time if not before and another who after hearing and reading it enough times, has parents who listen and look for his cues that he's ready for bed at 8:00 and actually put him there. Two nights ago we were sitting downstairs in the living room when Daniel said, "Do you realize it's 9:00 and both our children are in bed and we're down here and neither of us is holding a child?"
Yes people I did realize it and I kinda liked it. I kind of liked the idea that although Aidan is not sleeping in his crib probably more because I'm not ready to let him go then he isn't ready, and it's kind of nice and normal for us to have children upstairs asleep while we're watching DWTS. It's kind of nice to be able to stretch out and sleep next to a child who is in his own little bed, rather than in mine. I'm happy we've used the baby bathtub and bassinet and it's nice to have a child who doesn't think I'm a crazy little Mommy for trying to get him to eat avocados either.
All of this is to say we've grown and learned a lot in the parenting department since we brought Kate home. We made a lot of our decisions with her because our survival instincts didn't disappear after the first couple weeks and we did what we did because it felt right at the time. It wasn't all because of her personality. Our might have played a part too. So this time around we're learning to recognize our children are different and we're different. I may not have a 5 month old that sleeps in his own room yet and I may have a 5 year old who still fights us on veggies just like she did at Aidan's age, but it's OK. The day is going to come when he sleeps in his own room and the day will come (just like it eventually did for her Mother) when Kate thinks green beans and mashed potatoes actually taste good. So until then we'll just relish in finally having some "alone time" to watch celebrities dance and take some baby steps towards all the rest.
We thought baby bathrobes or thin cutesy animal themed towels with no substance would be "fine" and we actually thought our child would rather play with fake brightly colored, child-friendly keys, rather than real ones. We had a pack and play, a bouncer, a baby bathtub, and an amazingly comfortable rocking chair, all of which you might say we didn't get our moneys worth on.
We swore we'd have a child that would never set foot in our bed and who would happily sleep in a bassinet until she was old enough to sleep in her crib. I had grandiose notions that breast feeding was going to be easy or that if you just had a well fed, well rested child (like those ever happen ahead of time) that you could enjoy a scream-less dinner out. Boy were we dumb. We had no idea we were bringing home our new mistress.
We did the best we could. We played the free-spirited parents who let our child nap when she wanted to and she slept every night in our bed until she was 2. Sure we had to discipline her and despite my early feelings that someone was throwing me into something I had no clue how to do, we survived. We grew a healthy, beautiful, independent child who is strong-willed but knows her boundaries. Looking back I think we thought she wasn't that difficult of a child. I think we thought dancing your child to sleep every night to Shaggy's 'Angel' was normal. I suppose for many parents out there it probably is. Maybe not the Shaggy part...
So with Aidan I had no pre-determined ideas of how it was going to be other than it was going to be undeniably, unequivocally, difficult. Boy were we dumb. With Kate I was caught up in the newness, the strangeness of actually being responsible for a living being that didn't meow, that I just blindly assumed this time it was all going to be the same.
I never assumed I'd have a child that would be able to sooth himself to sleep or would think sweet potatoes were a perfectly acceptable form of food. I didn't think I'd be giving him baths in a baby bathtub or letting him sleep in a bassinet for naps. I didn't expect breast feeding would run as smoothly as possible or that we could own a pack and play that would ever get packed and taken on a trip to be used as a place to sleep. Nor did I ever assume I'd have not 1 but 2 children who went to bed before Daniel and I did.
But somehow, someway we've now got 1 child who seems to actually like going to sleep when we tell her it's time if not before and another who after hearing and reading it enough times, has parents who listen and look for his cues that he's ready for bed at 8:00 and actually put him there. Two nights ago we were sitting downstairs in the living room when Daniel said, "Do you realize it's 9:00 and both our children are in bed and we're down here and neither of us is holding a child?"
Yes people I did realize it and I kinda liked it. I kind of liked the idea that although Aidan is not sleeping in his crib probably more because I'm not ready to let him go then he isn't ready, and it's kind of nice and normal for us to have children upstairs asleep while we're watching DWTS. It's kind of nice to be able to stretch out and sleep next to a child who is in his own little bed, rather than in mine. I'm happy we've used the baby bathtub and bassinet and it's nice to have a child who doesn't think I'm a crazy little Mommy for trying to get him to eat avocados either.
All of this is to say we've grown and learned a lot in the parenting department since we brought Kate home. We made a lot of our decisions with her because our survival instincts didn't disappear after the first couple weeks and we did what we did because it felt right at the time. It wasn't all because of her personality. Our might have played a part too. So this time around we're learning to recognize our children are different and we're different. I may not have a 5 month old that sleeps in his own room yet and I may have a 5 year old who still fights us on veggies just like she did at Aidan's age, but it's OK. The day is going to come when he sleeps in his own room and the day will come (just like it eventually did for her Mother) when Kate thinks green beans and mashed potatoes actually taste good. So until then we'll just relish in finally having some "alone time" to watch celebrities dance and take some baby steps towards all the rest.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Tuesday Truths: A new category for the day when I got nuthin'
It's almost 1:00 and I'm still in my pajamas. Problem? I think not. I still have an hour and 40 minutes before I have to leave to pick up Kate. Not a problem.
Kate is learning some sight words at school and one of the suggestions to help is to write the word on an index card and put it on the door so she can practice reading it every time she goes in or out the door. She's terrified I'm going to do this. I wonder if there's a phobia for being afraid of the word 'the.'
My cats think I'm stupid or have a really bad memory. Within 5 minutes of feeding them this morning they were running back to their bowls as if to confuse me into thinking I hadn't already done it. I think it may have actually worked a few times. They may be on to something.
Yesterday when I passed by a Jeep Wrangler I felt the urge to give them the "Fraternity of the Jeeps" wave. Yes there is one of those. But I don't drive a Jeep anymore. Thank God! One day I'll tell the story of the horror that was that Jeep.
Kate thinks we're trying to poison her by making her eat sloppy joes and cinnamon toast out of a bag. Don't tell her she actually liked both of them.
Aidan is still a little on the sick side and woke up no less then 4 times between 8 p.m. and 9:00 a.m. Luckily I only had to lull him back to sleep with the boob 2 of those 4 times.
Dancing with the Stars is back on and I'm sadly underwhelmed.
I'm loving our new cooler weather. Hello Fall!
The old people that shop at Walmart in this town think I have no control over my child. I saw the looks you people were giving me yesterday. I can't help it if Aidan thinks it's fun to hang his head backwards and promptly spit up on himself in the span of time it takes me to pick up some shaving gel. Tsk tsk to you.
Did you know Geese have teeth on their tongues? Look it up.
Note to self- Do a better job when you try to throw any of Kate's school papers in the recycling bag. It's like she can smell her scent on them or something.
Aidan is 5 months old today and we celebrated by taking a 3 hour nap after Kate went to school. Don't tell her or my husband. It makes them feel bad for me since I have it so hard.
It IS possible to wrangle cats. You just have to walk loudly and carry a small stick.
Kate is learning some sight words at school and one of the suggestions to help is to write the word on an index card and put it on the door so she can practice reading it every time she goes in or out the door. She's terrified I'm going to do this. I wonder if there's a phobia for being afraid of the word 'the.'
My cats think I'm stupid or have a really bad memory. Within 5 minutes of feeding them this morning they were running back to their bowls as if to confuse me into thinking I hadn't already done it. I think it may have actually worked a few times. They may be on to something.
Yesterday when I passed by a Jeep Wrangler I felt the urge to give them the "Fraternity of the Jeeps" wave. Yes there is one of those. But I don't drive a Jeep anymore. Thank God! One day I'll tell the story of the horror that was that Jeep.
Kate thinks we're trying to poison her by making her eat sloppy joes and cinnamon toast out of a bag. Don't tell her she actually liked both of them.
Aidan is still a little on the sick side and woke up no less then 4 times between 8 p.m. and 9:00 a.m. Luckily I only had to lull him back to sleep with the boob 2 of those 4 times.
Dancing with the Stars is back on and I'm sadly underwhelmed.
I'm loving our new cooler weather. Hello Fall!
The old people that shop at Walmart in this town think I have no control over my child. I saw the looks you people were giving me yesterday. I can't help it if Aidan thinks it's fun to hang his head backwards and promptly spit up on himself in the span of time it takes me to pick up some shaving gel. Tsk tsk to you.
Did you know Geese have teeth on their tongues? Look it up.
Note to self- Do a better job when you try to throw any of Kate's school papers in the recycling bag. It's like she can smell her scent on them or something.
Aidan is 5 months old today and we celebrated by taking a 3 hour nap after Kate went to school. Don't tell her or my husband. It makes them feel bad for me since I have it so hard.
It IS possible to wrangle cats. You just have to walk loudly and carry a small stick.
Interactive Blogging Fun
I'm having a hard time deciding on a Halloween costume for my little man. Take the poll below and help me decide. Do it people! Vote! It's annonymous. Miss Priss has concluded she's going to be this little historic gem. When asked if she knew who she was, she responded "I don't know. I just like her dress." Good enough.
Here are the potential choices for Aidan. Too bad they don't make little Gladiator costumes for babies.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Do's and Dont's: Weekend Edition
DO wear 80's rhinestone jewelry to dinner at Pizza Hut. It makes me smile and makes the people in the restaurant smile or at the very least think we have no control over our child. Either is fine with me.
DON'T dress my child for church in a clearly fall/winter dress and put sandals on her feet.
DO appreciate my humor in the fact that we never see a praying mantis on our porch, but saw one last Sunday AND this Sunday, when I ask you if you think it's a little ironic.
DO crack up when we let your sister carry you from your lazy Father to your lazy Mother. It's positively adorable.
DON'T let your pregnant belly all hang out at the State Fair even though you have a pretty decent body. You're gonna be someone's Mother for crying out loud.
DO tell me the hot dog you're about to serve my child has a name and it's George and he's a good dog that doesn't bark much. Everyone deserves to have fun while at work.
DON'T try and convince me there's a difference between me spending 3+ hours on the computer and you watching a football game. At least I multi-tasked. Can you surf the net, watch a game, and breast feed at the same time?
DO let me eat the majority of a chocolate chip cookie that is larger than a head and not give me flak for it.
DON'T ask me if I want my leftover pizza hot, then when I tell you I'm not hungry but would like a glass of water, decide that you're not going to get either.
DO breed a bunny rabbit that rivals the size of my 14 pound cat. It's unbelievable and scarily adorable. I will NOT however be giving you 30 bucks for it.
DON'T ask me to pretend pick my nose when a car gets up next to us and then almost rear-end another car.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
And to think... You could have been a part of all this
I've come to realize that my life is far more entertaining than I might have once expected if I'd only stop and take notice. Let me paint you a picture of what has come to be an average Saturday in my existence. There I stand in my nighty at roughly 11:00 in the a.m., having spent time on the computer while Daniel has been watching TV. There is still copious amounts of snot running through my face and I fear that perhaps it has gone to my head. Buh-du-bump. Then a take a look around.
There's a large piece of foam on the ground that has become a new island oasis to one of my not 1 but 3 cats who has some how miraculously taken all three of the silk roses out of the flower vase and is wrestling with one of them in a way that might suggest he plans on eating it when he's finished. Another cat is sitting on my kitchen table on top of my jacket with a look that says, "So what woman. Whatcha gonna do about it? I'm old. Do you even KNOW the kind of effort it took for me to get up here?" The other cat has just puked up a hair ball under the table and is whining for me to refill his belly while I notice the not 1, but 6 drink containers from yesterday alone, that are on my coffee table. Then there's the 2 baskets of clean laundry, the pile of hang-up clothes, the toys, the papers, the shoes, and all that baby stuff. My living room is filling up with all "that baby stuff," and fast. That's not to mention that my child has decided to adorn herself in a vintage 80's large and in charge rhinestone necklace she has swiped ala Swiper from my jewelry box. I believe I swiped it ala snotty tween from my Mother's jewelry box because I thought it would be fun, and never gave it back to her.
Then I recall what I'd just witnessed in the bathroom. My daughter who is nothing, if not ever helpful with all things baby, has taken it upon herself to "help" me unload the box of 96 diapers into their little basket that holds roughly half that amount. She has somehow managed to squeeze more diapers then should be humanly possible into said basket and has scattered the others around the bathroom, suggesting she just gave up every few feet. The plastic wrappers are strewn as well and every bottom cabinet under the sink is open wide showing the world its gratuitous amounts of beauty products I might need one day and far too many bath toys.
That's when it hits me and I can't stop laughing; it takes a lot to get me laughing. This is my life people. This is what happens when I get sick and don't keep these animals and their cage under control. This is what happens on the bad days when you're a Mother and a Wife. You can look at all and feel dejected and overwhelmed. Or you can stop, take a deep breath, let it soak in, laugh, and appreciate the humor and beauty that is your world.
There's a large piece of foam on the ground that has become a new island oasis to one of my not 1 but 3 cats who has some how miraculously taken all three of the silk roses out of the flower vase and is wrestling with one of them in a way that might suggest he plans on eating it when he's finished. Another cat is sitting on my kitchen table on top of my jacket with a look that says, "So what woman. Whatcha gonna do about it? I'm old. Do you even KNOW the kind of effort it took for me to get up here?" The other cat has just puked up a hair ball under the table and is whining for me to refill his belly while I notice the not 1, but 6 drink containers from yesterday alone, that are on my coffee table. Then there's the 2 baskets of clean laundry, the pile of hang-up clothes, the toys, the papers, the shoes, and all that baby stuff. My living room is filling up with all "that baby stuff," and fast. That's not to mention that my child has decided to adorn herself in a vintage 80's large and in charge rhinestone necklace she has swiped ala Swiper from my jewelry box. I believe I swiped it ala snotty tween from my Mother's jewelry box because I thought it would be fun, and never gave it back to her.
Then I recall what I'd just witnessed in the bathroom. My daughter who is nothing, if not ever helpful with all things baby, has taken it upon herself to "help" me unload the box of 96 diapers into their little basket that holds roughly half that amount. She has somehow managed to squeeze more diapers then should be humanly possible into said basket and has scattered the others around the bathroom, suggesting she just gave up every few feet. The plastic wrappers are strewn as well and every bottom cabinet under the sink is open wide showing the world its gratuitous amounts of beauty products I might need one day and far too many bath toys.
That's when it hits me and I can't stop laughing; it takes a lot to get me laughing. This is my life people. This is what happens when I get sick and don't keep these animals and their cage under control. This is what happens on the bad days when you're a Mother and a Wife. You can look at all and feel dejected and overwhelmed. Or you can stop, take a deep breath, let it soak in, laugh, and appreciate the humor and beauty that is your world.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Friday Five 8.0
I haven't done one of these in a while... (DYK I love...)
1.) I'm sick. I've spent the last 3 days laying around, getting my husband to do as much as possible for me (i.e. "Don't come home without a diet coke- I'm sick."), and surfing the Internet. I'm better today but still am not feeling like running around. Last week Kate had a little sniffles and a cough. There was no complaining or anything. It just seemed like allergies. Apparently it wasn't. So fast forward to this week and when you're 26 years older, the little cold makes you feel like crap. I've had the sore throat, sneezing, coughing, aching body, and a little bitty fever. The baby who I was terrified would get sick and then it would turn out to be the Swine Flu or something just has had a little runny nose and a random albeit cute little cough. The toll getting older has on you. Even Daniel has so far escaped this. Lucky him.
2.)Aidan has another tooth. The kid isn't even quite 5 months and he has 2 of them on the bottom now. I thought he would sleep better after that. But nope. I guess he hasn't felt the greatest the last few days although he acts pretty happy all the time unless it's say 2:00 in the morning. Even then I'm not sure he's upset. He just has taken to having squealing conversations with the shadows on the wall. What happened to my anomaly of a child that slept 9 hours every night? I miss him. Come back soon!
3.) Speaking of Aidan... (there it is again- the perfect transitioning element) He's now devoured rice cereal until boredom set in and is on to the sweet potatoes. We're playing it smart this time around and starting with the veggies. With Kate we introduced them after some fruit and were too easily swayed by her sad little faces and didn't force the issue. She now thinks they are tools of the devil. You should see the little shows she puts on when you try to get her to eat a niblet of corn. Hysterical and oddly familiar. It reminds me of a certain someone when she was about that age. Hmmm In other related news: After 4 days of sweet potatoes, they end up kinda looking the same going in as they do coming out. Sorry but they do. Next up: Avocados!
4.) Kate is trucking along in Kindergarten. She enjoyed a field trip to the fair. I didn't get to go along since I had Aidan and was already sick by that point. She's learning some sight words and in her spare time is crushing on a little boy in one of the other classes that is "beautiful." Her word not mine. But he is a cutie. As soon as she described him and told me he'd been in one of her art classes this summer I knew who she was talking about. The other day she said he tripped over her legs out on the playground. I asked her if she had done it on purpose. She said yes. She quickly retracted her yes in favor of a "No, it was just an accident!" But I think we all know what she was trying to do. Then a couple days ago she informed me that "He doesn't even know my name." Ahh young Kindergarten love.
1.) I'm sick. I've spent the last 3 days laying around, getting my husband to do as much as possible for me (i.e. "Don't come home without a diet coke- I'm sick."), and surfing the Internet. I'm better today but still am not feeling like running around. Last week Kate had a little sniffles and a cough. There was no complaining or anything. It just seemed like allergies. Apparently it wasn't. So fast forward to this week and when you're 26 years older, the little cold makes you feel like crap. I've had the sore throat, sneezing, coughing, aching body, and a little bitty fever. The baby who I was terrified would get sick and then it would turn out to be the Swine Flu or something just has had a little runny nose and a random albeit cute little cough. The toll getting older has on you. Even Daniel has so far escaped this. Lucky him.
2.)Aidan has another tooth. The kid isn't even quite 5 months and he has 2 of them on the bottom now. I thought he would sleep better after that. But nope. I guess he hasn't felt the greatest the last few days although he acts pretty happy all the time unless it's say 2:00 in the morning. Even then I'm not sure he's upset. He just has taken to having squealing conversations with the shadows on the wall. What happened to my anomaly of a child that slept 9 hours every night? I miss him. Come back soon!
3.) Speaking of Aidan... (there it is again- the perfect transitioning element) He's now devoured rice cereal until boredom set in and is on to the sweet potatoes. We're playing it smart this time around and starting with the veggies. With Kate we introduced them after some fruit and were too easily swayed by her sad little faces and didn't force the issue. She now thinks they are tools of the devil. You should see the little shows she puts on when you try to get her to eat a niblet of corn. Hysterical and oddly familiar. It reminds me of a certain someone when she was about that age. Hmmm In other related news: After 4 days of sweet potatoes, they end up kinda looking the same going in as they do coming out. Sorry but they do. Next up: Avocados!
4.) Kate is trucking along in Kindergarten. She enjoyed a field trip to the fair. I didn't get to go along since I had Aidan and was already sick by that point. She's learning some sight words and in her spare time is crushing on a little boy in one of the other classes that is "beautiful." Her word not mine. But he is a cutie. As soon as she described him and told me he'd been in one of her art classes this summer I knew who she was talking about. The other day she said he tripped over her legs out on the playground. I asked her if she had done it on purpose. She said yes. She quickly retracted her yes in favor of a "No, it was just an accident!" But I think we all know what she was trying to do. Then a couple days ago she informed me that "He doesn't even know my name." Ahh young Kindergarten love.
5.) Before the sickness set in on Monday we headed on over to the good ole Kansas State Fair. We enjoyed some tasty fair food, walked through a few buildings, rode some rides, and saw a comedy hypnotist show. The latter was a little on the long side for a baby and I ended up having to leave twice to change a mega poop and feed Aidan. That kid hardly knows how to poop if it's not at some event. Here are some lovely pictures of our fun.
Enjoying the tilt a whirl thing. Why do little kids love being spun around in circles?
Thoroughly enjoying being over-stimulated.
Enjoying the roller coaster. Love the expression on her face!
Kate enjoying the swings. Me not so sure- but lovin' the cool breeze on my bare feet since I was afraid my flip-flops would fall off.
Here we are riding one of those rides that shoots you up in the air and then free fall drops you. Granted it was the kiddy version but still a rush for an old gal like me and would have scared the pee out of me as a kid.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Mimi and Dude come for a visit!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Good times
It's Friday night, you're bored, don't know what to do? Not ready to head to the State Fair and don't want to waste money at the movies? Well have we got a plan for you! Just head on over to your local mall. $1.25 later you too can enjoy this kind of fun. Family bonding at it's best!
No one at school has to know with strategic middle of the chest placement.
Mama needed one too!
That says "Heart Breaker" in case you can't see it
Does this need a caption?
Gotta love Ed Hardy
Not all that amused with us. He has to wait until his 1st birthday to get his.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Labor Day Weekend continued
After our night out without kids- we headed for brunch with the family and then to an animal sanctuary place. We ate lunch at Copelands and I had some of the biggest, sweetest, french toast known to man and got some cute pics of Kate and Caroline being themselves. We then headed over to Safaris and the girls got to feed some tigers and lions, among other things. We also had a chance to pet a baby alligator, a lemur, a skunk, and a prairie dog. Later we were about to get some one on one time with the prairie dog when the little rascal tried to run for the hills. I felt so bad for this young volunteer who was responsible. That thing hopped out of his cage and was all over the place getting in with some chickens, running down a hill, and nearly being snapped by this giant dog. We tried our animal wrangling skills and with the help of some other people he was captured. Apparently he does that a lot!
An alligator eating a raw chicken leg
Kate feeding raw chicken to a big cat
Aidan found out the Exersaucer is fun
Miss Caroline
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