An interrupted life...this is what we talked about today at my Christian Mom's Fellowship (CMF) group at church. Wow. My dear friend was persistent last year with asking if I would go, and telling me that I would really like it. However, I was pregnant, then had baby G, and kept having the excuse of how difficult it was for me to get out of the house with 2 boys. I never went last year. This year, I have implemented it into our weekly schedule. Every Wednesday, I will go to CMF for ME. There is childcare provided so G goes to the nursery and T goes to the toddler room. It's a wonderful break from my kids (love them dearly, but every mom needs a break), it's a time for me to meet other Mom's while also setting aside time for me to have a bible study...with no life interruptions.
We were in our groups and had to go around the table today and talk about something that has been a life interruption as of late. As we were watching the DVD for 40 minutes, I was listening and also telling myself, "I've been emotional lately, DO NOT cry. Do not cry. I'm fine. Don't cry." Then it was my turn. I said 2 words and turned into a blubbery mess. How has my life been interrupted? My life has had an unwanted interruption for 20 out of my 31 years of life. I have never wanted to dwell on it. It is what it is. God put this in my life for a reason. I am still searching for what that reason may be, but non the less, a reason. I go through times when this whole CVS thing gets me down more than others. I don't like to tell people how much it can get me down, and I always try to look on the bright side of the picture. Like...I got sick on Friday in just enough time for me to get sick, sleep it off and leave in time for my Scentsy party! I didn't have to cancel it! I don't think a scenario like this was a coincidence. It was all a part of God's perfect plan for me and that day. But today, I told the SURFACE of my main "life interruption". Not for people to feel sorry for me, but this is what was on my mind. Last week was pretty stressful, so that's what was fresh on my mind. I didn't think not only would CMF be a good place to have some me time, but this may be a nice outlet too! I'm glad that I made the commitment to go every week. No matter how hard it is to get the boys up and ready and out the door on time, I am making it a priority.
This past Tuesday was T's first day of preschool! How exciting, yet NOT the day I was expecting at all. I thought I would leave with enough time to get there 5 minutes early. Well, traffic on 494 is awful. I don't think there is "rush hour" on 494, it's ALWAYS rush hour on 494. So I got the bad mom award by getting T to school...his first day of school...10 minutes late. Then as I try to sneak him in ever so quietly and as non distracting to the other kids as possible, baby G had other plans. He wanted to let the whole class know that we were there...or at least, that HE was there! Oy. Talan did very well with the drop off! He even said across the room, "Bye Mom! Love you!"...it melted my heart. How many times will he yell THAT out at school? I think those moments are to be cherished as we all know they grow up too fast, and start getting embarrassed by doing such simple things.
Then came the pick up. T does not do goodbyes. I have no clue why, but he is horrible at telling people goodbye. T's teacher has a very specific and ever so simple check-out procedure. Yet for my child, it's the worst thing in the world. In order for him to leave, he has to give her a hug or high five so that she can see each child is leaving with the appropriate adult. Every child did this simple task, except my wonderfully awesome child. (that's a bit of sarcasm at the moment :)) He wouldn't do it. He had a complete melt down. When he calmed down a bit, I took his hand and gave his teacher a high five. He FREAKED out all the way to the car. Daddy came up with saying the punishment that if he doesn't say goodbye the way he needs too, we will take away his dinosaur transformers for the whole day/evening. So far, so good. Every day since, he has given her "bumps". You know, because he can never do EXACTLY what the rules are. :)
Besides the minor hiccup his first day (which did NOT seem minor at the time), he did very well his first week. Now comes yesterday, and he wakes up saying that he doesn't feel well, that his throat is "loud", and he can't go to school, he thinks he needs to go to the Doctor...REALLY!? Do these excuses already start at 3 years old and in PRESCHOOL!?!? We have a tough road ahead of us if that's what is going to be happening already! Lol! He did, however, go to school and did very well.
I hope everyone has had a great start to their fall! We are getting into my favorite time of the year! I have chicken chili simmering on the stove (yes, at 9:45 at night), but it tastes better the next day :) And I think this weather has caused everyone to make chili because there was a huge outage at the store for black beans and pinto beans! Seriously. I have Christmas Cottage warming in my Scentsy warmer and Mannheim Steamroller Christmas Celebration playing for G's lullabies tonight. Yep, it's only the middle of September, but I LOVE the Holiday season and I always start getting in the mood earlier and earlier every year.
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Sorry it's Been so Long...
So sorry it has been so long since my last post. I have had different people saying they want to read another post, and as much as I have been MEANING to blog and WANTING to blog, I have simply not had the time or have just been plain exhausted. There has been a lot going on these past few months. And to put it simple, I'm now not only a mother of two boys, I am now a mother of 2 boys on the move. This makes it where I literally want to crawl into bed when they are tucked in for the night. Not only do I now have 2 mobile boys, but one of them turned 3. Enough said. He's 3. And the other one, wants your undivided attention. All. Of. The. Time. I thought as you bring more kids into the picture, they get less and less needy. This is not the case, and I'm only on child #2. Mr. G either wants to be held or talked to all of the time, or if he's not being paid attention too, he is sure to be getting into trouble. Like...his favorite thing ever, dog food. Our poor dog, Oscar, usually does not get to eat until 9 at night because if I put his food and water down during the day, it's usually means G and Oscar are "sharing" the dog food. Or even more likely, G is eating the dog food while Oscar is just watching from a distance.
In the midst of being exhausted with my mobile boys, doesn't the heat make people more tired and less motivated too? Or is it just me and a bad excuse? Regardless if it's just a bad excuse, we live in a house with no central air. That's right, no central air. This in turn makes my hubby and I quite irritable to say the least. Sorry to say it, but I can not WAIT for the Fall. We have now decided to have the TV and play area downstairs, while one of the portable air conditioning units is upstairs. Make sense? Probably not. But the basement is much more kid friendly, I feel. There's carpet down there for one. And we're hoping now when people come over, they won't walk right into a mess. We'll let them get comfortable. Make their way to the kitchen, maybe offer them something to drink, and then go down stairs and WHAM! Hit them with the mess that happens when you have children. Before, the couch and TV were upstairs, so naturally, so were we. Which then meant toys and chaos were upstairs as well. You walk in, and it was a cluttered mess. Now you walk in and their isn't even furniture. Not lying. We're in re-vamp mode, so you may just come in to my Scentsy mess, but otherwise, not a whole lot is going on. Ha! But back to my excuse about being hot. The heat has gotten to me more than ever this summer. And most likely, it's because I am now a stay at home mom, working businesses at HOME. Before I went to work and froze my tush off for a full day, and then spent only a few hours in a non air conditioned home. I'm thinkin' that's the difference of why I want the summer over and I want it over NOW.
I just returned home from Las Vegas (speaking of heat) on Saturday. This was the longest I had ever been away from either one of my boys. They were definitely in good hands, but it was still hard. I didn't cry...until the 2nd day. Of course the day that the Scentsy Convention started, and I needed to be focused, was the day that I got big knots in my stomach, and I felt like I was going to cry at any given moment. I kept it together pretty well, though. I honestly think i didn't cry the first day because as much as I LOVE my boys, I will be honest when I tell you, I needed a break. Apparently 24 hours was long enough before I started getting emotional.
The Scentsy Convention was nothing less than amazing! Not only did it make me realize that I am doing what I'm meant to be doing, but it also encouraged me in ways that I can't even begin to explain. #1, I am doing a job that allows me to be home with my boys. To watch them grow. To help me grow as a mother. But I am also doing a job, where I can help others achieve their dreams as well! I absolutely love that I can grow my team, and encourage my team to be all that they can be. The sky is the limit with Scentsy. We are our own boss. Our success or failure is up to us individually. It's all scary and exciting at the same time.
Scentsy's philosophy has always been to give more than you take. They also encourage setting goals for yourself. I have ALWAYS been a goal setter. However, I have only written down on a piece of paper what my goals are, a few times. How are you ever supposed to achieve your goals, if you have nothing to remind you what your goals are! Goals excite me. They challenge me. They make me feel accomplished. Even if you "fail" at a goal, you have something to work toward. Something to make you work harder at. So...I will list ONE of my goals, to hold me more accountable. Because quite frankly...this goal is probably the one that I would let slip through the cracks if I didn't have someone holding me accountable. For everyone that knows me, and knows me well, you probably know that I don't like reading. Never have. Not only do I not like reading, but I don't have the attention span for it. I am the person that reads 5 pages and will have no idea what I just read, but I probably know what I will be doing on the weekend or what my grocery list is. Why? Because I was thinking about everything else EXCEPT what I was reading. So I am bound and determined to read 'Eat That Frog'. This is the "go-to" book that I hear so many people referring too from my Scentsy family. I am also determined to LEARN something from this book. I won't bore you with a book report when I am done. But if it is as good as everyone says it is, I'm sure I will be referencing it in here. So wish me luck on achieving my first "publicly stated" goal :)
Thanks for stopping! It won't be so long next time. Promise.
In the midst of being exhausted with my mobile boys, doesn't the heat make people more tired and less motivated too? Or is it just me and a bad excuse? Regardless if it's just a bad excuse, we live in a house with no central air. That's right, no central air. This in turn makes my hubby and I quite irritable to say the least. Sorry to say it, but I can not WAIT for the Fall. We have now decided to have the TV and play area downstairs, while one of the portable air conditioning units is upstairs. Make sense? Probably not. But the basement is much more kid friendly, I feel. There's carpet down there for one. And we're hoping now when people come over, they won't walk right into a mess. We'll let them get comfortable. Make their way to the kitchen, maybe offer them something to drink, and then go down stairs and WHAM! Hit them with the mess that happens when you have children. Before, the couch and TV were upstairs, so naturally, so were we. Which then meant toys and chaos were upstairs as well. You walk in, and it was a cluttered mess. Now you walk in and their isn't even furniture. Not lying. We're in re-vamp mode, so you may just come in to my Scentsy mess, but otherwise, not a whole lot is going on. Ha! But back to my excuse about being hot. The heat has gotten to me more than ever this summer. And most likely, it's because I am now a stay at home mom, working businesses at HOME. Before I went to work and froze my tush off for a full day, and then spent only a few hours in a non air conditioned home. I'm thinkin' that's the difference of why I want the summer over and I want it over NOW.
I just returned home from Las Vegas (speaking of heat) on Saturday. This was the longest I had ever been away from either one of my boys. They were definitely in good hands, but it was still hard. I didn't cry...until the 2nd day. Of course the day that the Scentsy Convention started, and I needed to be focused, was the day that I got big knots in my stomach, and I felt like I was going to cry at any given moment. I kept it together pretty well, though. I honestly think i didn't cry the first day because as much as I LOVE my boys, I will be honest when I tell you, I needed a break. Apparently 24 hours was long enough before I started getting emotional.
The Scentsy Convention was nothing less than amazing! Not only did it make me realize that I am doing what I'm meant to be doing, but it also encouraged me in ways that I can't even begin to explain. #1, I am doing a job that allows me to be home with my boys. To watch them grow. To help me grow as a mother. But I am also doing a job, where I can help others achieve their dreams as well! I absolutely love that I can grow my team, and encourage my team to be all that they can be. The sky is the limit with Scentsy. We are our own boss. Our success or failure is up to us individually. It's all scary and exciting at the same time.
Scentsy's philosophy has always been to give more than you take. They also encourage setting goals for yourself. I have ALWAYS been a goal setter. However, I have only written down on a piece of paper what my goals are, a few times. How are you ever supposed to achieve your goals, if you have nothing to remind you what your goals are! Goals excite me. They challenge me. They make me feel accomplished. Even if you "fail" at a goal, you have something to work toward. Something to make you work harder at. So...I will list ONE of my goals, to hold me more accountable. Because quite frankly...this goal is probably the one that I would let slip through the cracks if I didn't have someone holding me accountable. For everyone that knows me, and knows me well, you probably know that I don't like reading. Never have. Not only do I not like reading, but I don't have the attention span for it. I am the person that reads 5 pages and will have no idea what I just read, but I probably know what I will be doing on the weekend or what my grocery list is. Why? Because I was thinking about everything else EXCEPT what I was reading. So I am bound and determined to read 'Eat That Frog'. This is the "go-to" book that I hear so many people referring too from my Scentsy family. I am also determined to LEARN something from this book. I won't bore you with a book report when I am done. But if it is as good as everyone says it is, I'm sure I will be referencing it in here. So wish me luck on achieving my first "publicly stated" goal :)
Thanks for stopping! It won't be so long next time. Promise.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
My sweet, sweet boy is going to be turning 3 in 2 short weeks. Where has the time gone?! I don't even remember life without him, yet it is already 3 short years ago when he came into our life. Now, here he is, turning into his own little person. Sometimes a person I am proud of, sometimes not. But he is MY son. It is crazy to think of it like that. He makes me laugh daily. In the beginning of May, I started asking him, Who's going to be THREE soon!?!" His reply, "MEEEEEE!" Now, the past week, whenever I ask him, his reply is "PETERRRRR!"
Talan has had an imaginary friend named Peter for some time now, but we used to not KNOW it was an imaginary friend. We always thought he was talking about his friend Peter he had at daycare! I mean, at Christmas time, we had to go to the mall quick and he asked if we could buy Peter a present! I thought it was so sweet, so I texted T's daycare lady asking if they were going to exchange Christmas gifts or draw names, because T wanted to buy Peter a Christmas gift! Then he would come home from daycare, and say something about "Peter", so we just ASSUMED he was talking about Peter at daycare. Then the day happened when we realized Peter was an imaginary friend. He needed to have a place set for Peter at the table in the kitchen to eat lunch with him. It all kind of made sense now, looking back at the different "stories" he had about "Peter". Well, T hasn't been talking about Peter for some time now until this past week when he started saying that Peter is going to be turning 3. He also just informed me tonight that PETER was having a Batman birthday cake and HE was having Diego. Ummmmmm, think again buddy! You've been talking about Batman for the past 2 months and your Batman birthday shirt just came in the mail last week...YOU'RE having the Batman cake! Hahaha.
Today I took him to the post office with me and left G at home with my sister. It was a lot easier that way. Well, for some reason it never fails. We go into the post office, there are always at least 5 or 6 people in line, and my child who normally ACTS shy in new places and with new people, walks around like he owns the place. I mean, the kid talks loud, looks at all the posters hanging on the walls, points at people. I have to constantly tell him to talk quiet or use his indoor voice. I don't even tell him to use an indoor voice at home. Well today, something happened I never thought would. A man walked into the post office. He was balding on top and was about the same height as my husband, but he had a beard. He asked as loud as he possibly could, while pointing (to make it even MORE embarrassing for me), "MOMMY! Is THAT my Daddy!?!" As if he had never seen his Daddy before. Seriously, I wanted to crawl in a hole. Instead I laughed, and said "No buddy, Daddy's at work!" He proceeds to say, "Noooooooo! My Daddy's here!" O.M.G. I started using my left hand so people could see my wedding ring and know that the poor child has a Daddy and he KNOWS who he is! Lol.
Another thing he has started doing JUST this past week, is making sure we have G if we leave the house. The kid could have cared less if we left him behind, but as much as wouldn't admit it, I think he's starting to like his brother. In fact, today G was crying when I put him down for a nap, and T decided to argue with me saying he doesn't want a nap and I needed to go get him! Well, Mama knows best, and G ended up taking a 3 hour nap :)
Here are some pictures from the past few days I've been meaning to put up of T with his new neighboorhood friends. It was quite the long day of T asking if he could play with Eli from the minute he woke up. I was able to hold him off until 8:30am before I bothered his mom asking if Eli wanted to play at some point today. I'm going to have to find him another friend for when Eli isn't home, however. All he asked about all day long was if Eli was home yet. He didn't believe me when I would tell him he wasn't...
Talan has had an imaginary friend named Peter for some time now, but we used to not KNOW it was an imaginary friend. We always thought he was talking about his friend Peter he had at daycare! I mean, at Christmas time, we had to go to the mall quick and he asked if we could buy Peter a present! I thought it was so sweet, so I texted T's daycare lady asking if they were going to exchange Christmas gifts or draw names, because T wanted to buy Peter a Christmas gift! Then he would come home from daycare, and say something about "Peter", so we just ASSUMED he was talking about Peter at daycare. Then the day happened when we realized Peter was an imaginary friend. He needed to have a place set for Peter at the table in the kitchen to eat lunch with him. It all kind of made sense now, looking back at the different "stories" he had about "Peter". Well, T hasn't been talking about Peter for some time now until this past week when he started saying that Peter is going to be turning 3. He also just informed me tonight that PETER was having a Batman birthday cake and HE was having Diego. Ummmmmm, think again buddy! You've been talking about Batman for the past 2 months and your Batman birthday shirt just came in the mail last week...YOU'RE having the Batman cake! Hahaha.
Today I took him to the post office with me and left G at home with my sister. It was a lot easier that way. Well, for some reason it never fails. We go into the post office, there are always at least 5 or 6 people in line, and my child who normally ACTS shy in new places and with new people, walks around like he owns the place. I mean, the kid talks loud, looks at all the posters hanging on the walls, points at people. I have to constantly tell him to talk quiet or use his indoor voice. I don't even tell him to use an indoor voice at home. Well today, something happened I never thought would. A man walked into the post office. He was balding on top and was about the same height as my husband, but he had a beard. He asked as loud as he possibly could, while pointing (to make it even MORE embarrassing for me), "MOMMY! Is THAT my Daddy!?!" As if he had never seen his Daddy before. Seriously, I wanted to crawl in a hole. Instead I laughed, and said "No buddy, Daddy's at work!" He proceeds to say, "Noooooooo! My Daddy's here!" O.M.G. I started using my left hand so people could see my wedding ring and know that the poor child has a Daddy and he KNOWS who he is! Lol.
Another thing he has started doing JUST this past week, is making sure we have G if we leave the house. The kid could have cared less if we left him behind, but as much as wouldn't admit it, I think he's starting to like his brother. In fact, today G was crying when I put him down for a nap, and T decided to argue with me saying he doesn't want a nap and I needed to go get him! Well, Mama knows best, and G ended up taking a 3 hour nap :)
Here are some pictures from the past few days I've been meaning to put up of T with his new neighboorhood friends. It was quite the long day of T asking if he could play with Eli from the minute he woke up. I was able to hold him off until 8:30am before I bothered his mom asking if Eli wanted to play at some point today. I'm going to have to find him another friend for when Eli isn't home, however. All he asked about all day long was if Eli was home yet. He didn't believe me when I would tell him he wasn't...
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| They thought they needed to take the yard into their own hands being Daddy was taking too long...:) |
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| Not quite sure which direction they're trying to go with the yard. One is using a snow shovel, another has a garden shovel, and the other one has a beach ball with some sand...anything could happen in this yard! Haha |
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| 'E' came into his playroom and thought she should help him clean up a little. Good luck! :) |
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| Here sat G when I came to check on them...the kids WERE in there with him!! Lol |
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| Teaching his brother about the Eiffel Tower |
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| G wanting to EAT the Eiffel Tower |
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| Story time! |
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| Just hanging out watching a movie... |
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| and eating snacks of course:) |
Thursday, May 3, 2012
HApPy BirTHdaY mOnTH to T aNd HaPPy 6 MonThS tO G!!
I can't believe how long it has been since my last post but I have been BUSY! Between the now...3 businesses (Scentsy, ViSalus and the NEW Velata by Scentsy), doing hair on the side and being a stay-at-home mom, it has been CRAZY lately! Thursday I did hair, Friday I had a Scentsy party, Saturday I worked my first Expo with ViSalus, Sunday I had another Scentsy party, Monday I did some hair, Tuesday Velata launched and I had a wake for one of my best friend's mom who suddenly passed away, Wednesday I had G's 6month well-check AND I was able to clear off the table that has literally been accumulating everything you can imagine (I should have taken a picture of it! But thank you G for taking a nice long nap and allowing me to clean it off COMPLETELY!), I also cut my mom's hair...and now today, I went to go see a friend and her baby who is in the hospital for a while, and I did hair tonight! I mean it just keeps going and going and going. I'm not complaining by any means, I LOVE being busy, but this is the first time that I can honestly say I'm completely exhausted from it all! Tomorrow should be a nice, relaxing day. :)
Yesterday my baby G turned 6 months old! Time definitely flies by! We had his 6 month check up yesterday and boy do I have a stalky chunk on my hands! He weighed in at 17lbs 6oz which is right at the 50th percentile, but then the height comes in...he is 25 3/4" which is in the 15-20th percentile. Oh, and you can't forget about his head, that comes in at a whopping 17 1/4" which is proudly in the 70th percentile. My boys have always had big heads. With these stats done, I think it is always fun to compare where T was at at the same age. Everyone always comments on how BIG G is, when really, he is just a little more...compact! Hahaha. Believe it or not, T was only 4oz lighter than G at 17lbs 4 oz. But T was in the 60th percentile for height! He was exactly a whole inch taller at 26 3/4"! And T's head? Well that came in at being in the 75th percentile; he was 1/4 of an inch bigger than G. So, they are VERY comparable, except for the fact that G is a bit shorter so he "carries" the chub a little differently. I personally love chunky babies. :)
I don't know about all the other Mom's out there, but I get emotional when it comes to my child's birthday month. T's birthday isn't until the end of May, but it just really hit me yesterday, when he wanted to go find some "friends" to play with outside. And he just walked down the side walk like he owned the street, turning around saying, "Bye Mama! See you later!" Seriously!? He's just going to leave me and not have a care in the world that his Mama isn't going with him? And before this, we were playing with chalk on the steps, and I wrote our names on each step. He asked me "WHAT are you doing Mom!?" As if it was so NOT cool. I told him, "I'm writing our names on the steps buddy!" He says, "THAT is so EMBARRASSING!" What? How does he even know what the word is, much less use it in the correct context, and HOW can I already be embarrassing my almost 3 year old!?! I was laughing hysterically, thinking back to conversations when I as growing up, about if our mom embarrassed us! We thought she did, but being I don't remember any situations at the top of my head, I'm sure it wasn't THAT bad! Ha! Anyway, now it's trying to figure out how we're going to work this whole "playing outside" thing through the summer months. I have one guy that will be napping, I'm sure, while the other one will want to be outside! Should be interesting! Here are a few pictures from today when he went outside. And notice the choice of attire...Wow! I think he covered it all! Lol!
Yesterday my baby G turned 6 months old! Time definitely flies by! We had his 6 month check up yesterday and boy do I have a stalky chunk on my hands! He weighed in at 17lbs 6oz which is right at the 50th percentile, but then the height comes in...he is 25 3/4" which is in the 15-20th percentile. Oh, and you can't forget about his head, that comes in at a whopping 17 1/4" which is proudly in the 70th percentile. My boys have always had big heads. With these stats done, I think it is always fun to compare where T was at at the same age. Everyone always comments on how BIG G is, when really, he is just a little more...compact! Hahaha. Believe it or not, T was only 4oz lighter than G at 17lbs 4 oz. But T was in the 60th percentile for height! He was exactly a whole inch taller at 26 3/4"! And T's head? Well that came in at being in the 75th percentile; he was 1/4 of an inch bigger than G. So, they are VERY comparable, except for the fact that G is a bit shorter so he "carries" the chub a little differently. I personally love chunky babies. :)
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| This is why I don't usually put him in shirts...everything rides up and sits on top of his belly :) |
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| Sitting so big |
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| Chomping down on Sophie...He has 2 teeth that just cut through! |
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| Our smiley guy...Love him. |
I don't know about all the other Mom's out there, but I get emotional when it comes to my child's birthday month. T's birthday isn't until the end of May, but it just really hit me yesterday, when he wanted to go find some "friends" to play with outside. And he just walked down the side walk like he owned the street, turning around saying, "Bye Mama! See you later!" Seriously!? He's just going to leave me and not have a care in the world that his Mama isn't going with him? And before this, we were playing with chalk on the steps, and I wrote our names on each step. He asked me "WHAT are you doing Mom!?" As if it was so NOT cool. I told him, "I'm writing our names on the steps buddy!" He says, "THAT is so EMBARRASSING!" What? How does he even know what the word is, much less use it in the correct context, and HOW can I already be embarrassing my almost 3 year old!?! I was laughing hysterically, thinking back to conversations when I as growing up, about if our mom embarrassed us! We thought she did, but being I don't remember any situations at the top of my head, I'm sure it wasn't THAT bad! Ha! Anyway, now it's trying to figure out how we're going to work this whole "playing outside" thing through the summer months. I have one guy that will be napping, I'm sure, while the other one will want to be outside! Should be interesting! Here are a few pictures from today when he went outside. And notice the choice of attire...Wow! I think he covered it all! Lol!
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| With all the pictures taken of G smiling, he's starting to want pictures of him now too. :) |
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| He had to take his backpack outside filled with his Kiki's, Dog, Bobo (the monkey) and random little animals. I love the 1 shoe on, 1 shoe off, sitting in 80degree weather with a sweatshirt on. As if the 1 shoe off would help him cool down a little bit! |
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
The Things Kids Do!
Yesterday was quite the day to say the least. G had a horrible night because he got his first cold and could not get comfortable, so this Mama was TIRED in the morning. Finally once we found a good spot for him to stay sleeping longer than a 20 minute period, it was not the best spot for me! He fell asleep with me holding him, but then I couldn't sleep because he was snoring because he couldn't breathe, and he had a fever, so his hot head was on my arm and it was...HOT! Poor buddy. Needless to say, we need to teach this kid how to sneeze properly. He kind of does this sneezing spitting thing with his lips so his spit and snot goes EVERYWHERE when he sneezes! Now I have experienced both spit up and snot in my face. It. Is. Awesome.
I woke up, called the Dr right away, got my sister to be on board with staying with T, and headed out the door. Something about my boys...they loooooove the nurses. They definitely put on the charm for them. He definitely got everyone to feel sorry for him with his sad, droopy eyes. We were in and out and I returned home with now a little guy who is a hot mess not only because he spits up, but add in the major drool, runny nose, goopy eyes, a fever, ear infection and an infection in the eye and you have one pathetic looking baby. They called his "eye situation" a form of pink eye. His cold/ear infection went to his eye and it was actually his eye lid and underneath that was red. He looked sick for sure.
I get home and am ready to give G his first dose of Amoxicillin, baby ibuprofen and teething tablets...and then I learn yet another thing about my baby. He HATES medicine. He sure enjoyed spitting it back in my face, however. So now I have 1 child who barely likes any food, but loves the taste of medicine, and 1 child who loves food and hates the taste of medicine! These boys can not be any more opposite from each other. The only thing that they are alike is...they definitely have the same Daddy! They don't have an ounce of lookin like their Mama in them. In fact, when I was working and had T's pictures hanging up at my station, you would not believe how many people asked, "is this YOUR baby?!" Ummmmm OK, seriously? I get it. Some people put pictures up of their nieces and/or nephews and such, but these are clients that saw me pregnant for 9 months! Needless to say, I have 2 boys. They are complete opposites from one another. And they look like their Daddy. But yes, I am their Mama.
After the production of giving G his medicine, I look at T. He has thick, yellow snot coming out of his nose. Seriously? Now there's something about T that is once again, very different than G. Unless you visibly see something, you will never know if he's sick. Ever. You do not know how many times I took him in because of a high fever, and we came out of the Dr's office with a double ear infection. He gave no signs whatsoever that anything was hurting. He's the kid that would just wake up with a tooth. Other than the fact that he would be drooling a lot, we wouldn't even know he was going to cut a tooth. The kid is a brute. So I decide to take him in just to be safe he doesn't have an infection anywhere as well...Hooray! First time EVER I brought him in for no reason, other than letting him show off some mad break dancing skills in the Dr's office that I haven't even seen him do at home (not joking), getting a sticker, and telling me, "He's a good check up!" Everyone is a "He" these days and he was meaning "She was a good Dr." I had told him he was having a check up, so hence, "He's a good check up!" Lol. Oh, and when the nurse started asking what we were there for, as I was telling her, he decides to really put on a good show and let out some majorly fake coughs. Thanks buddy for trying to make Mommy feel better by pretending to be more sick than you really are!
We get home, and T decides to talk on his "phone". He starts pacing back and forth, the way I'm sure a lot of people do when they're talking on the phone, and my sister tries to ask him something. This is no lie...he puts his hand up and kind of waves his hand at her, along with giving her a look like, "I'm on the phone! You have to wait!" He then gets off of the "phone" after a couple minutes, and Auntie C asks him,"Who were you talking to bubbas?" He responds very matter of fact, "Aunt Sharon." So Auntie S, he may be a stinker, but he loves you!
I will leave with showing you some awesome pics of how my child fell asleep. Lol. I mean, he asked for some books, they're in the exact same spot as when I gave them to him. He literally passed out. His legs crossed and arms spread out. Surprised he didn't wake up with a major back or neck ache!
I woke up, called the Dr right away, got my sister to be on board with staying with T, and headed out the door. Something about my boys...they loooooove the nurses. They definitely put on the charm for them. He definitely got everyone to feel sorry for him with his sad, droopy eyes. We were in and out and I returned home with now a little guy who is a hot mess not only because he spits up, but add in the major drool, runny nose, goopy eyes, a fever, ear infection and an infection in the eye and you have one pathetic looking baby. They called his "eye situation" a form of pink eye. His cold/ear infection went to his eye and it was actually his eye lid and underneath that was red. He looked sick for sure.
I get home and am ready to give G his first dose of Amoxicillin, baby ibuprofen and teething tablets...and then I learn yet another thing about my baby. He HATES medicine. He sure enjoyed spitting it back in my face, however. So now I have 1 child who barely likes any food, but loves the taste of medicine, and 1 child who loves food and hates the taste of medicine! These boys can not be any more opposite from each other. The only thing that they are alike is...they definitely have the same Daddy! They don't have an ounce of lookin like their Mama in them. In fact, when I was working and had T's pictures hanging up at my station, you would not believe how many people asked, "is this YOUR baby?!" Ummmmm OK, seriously? I get it. Some people put pictures up of their nieces and/or nephews and such, but these are clients that saw me pregnant for 9 months! Needless to say, I have 2 boys. They are complete opposites from one another. And they look like their Daddy. But yes, I am their Mama.
After the production of giving G his medicine, I look at T. He has thick, yellow snot coming out of his nose. Seriously? Now there's something about T that is once again, very different than G. Unless you visibly see something, you will never know if he's sick. Ever. You do not know how many times I took him in because of a high fever, and we came out of the Dr's office with a double ear infection. He gave no signs whatsoever that anything was hurting. He's the kid that would just wake up with a tooth. Other than the fact that he would be drooling a lot, we wouldn't even know he was going to cut a tooth. The kid is a brute. So I decide to take him in just to be safe he doesn't have an infection anywhere as well...Hooray! First time EVER I brought him in for no reason, other than letting him show off some mad break dancing skills in the Dr's office that I haven't even seen him do at home (not joking), getting a sticker, and telling me, "He's a good check up!" Everyone is a "He" these days and he was meaning "She was a good Dr." I had told him he was having a check up, so hence, "He's a good check up!" Lol. Oh, and when the nurse started asking what we were there for, as I was telling her, he decides to really put on a good show and let out some majorly fake coughs. Thanks buddy for trying to make Mommy feel better by pretending to be more sick than you really are!
We get home, and T decides to talk on his "phone". He starts pacing back and forth, the way I'm sure a lot of people do when they're talking on the phone, and my sister tries to ask him something. This is no lie...he puts his hand up and kind of waves his hand at her, along with giving her a look like, "I'm on the phone! You have to wait!" He then gets off of the "phone" after a couple minutes, and Auntie C asks him,"Who were you talking to bubbas?" He responds very matter of fact, "Aunt Sharon." So Auntie S, he may be a stinker, but he loves you!
I will leave with showing you some awesome pics of how my child fell asleep. Lol. I mean, he asked for some books, they're in the exact same spot as when I gave them to him. He literally passed out. His legs crossed and arms spread out. Surprised he didn't wake up with a major back or neck ache!
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Yay for a Birthday, New House, Teething and Bananas!
Can't believe it has been 5 days since my last blog! It has been yet ANOTHER busy weekend. It's kind of funny too because one of the nights this week when my hubby came home, I think it was Wednesday or Thursday, he said we can't keep going 100mph hour on the weekends or somethings gotta give. He was also referring to me having something to do every night of the week. Well, little did he know, because I was NOT going to bring it up during this particular conversation, but we are booked every weekend until the 3rd weekend in June! So if anyone wants to get together, go camping, hike the Boundary Waters, whatever, you let my hubby know...we're free that 3rd weekend in June! He would LOVE to do something! Haha. Anyway, to me, we're not really "booked", we just have something going on every weekend. Even if it's not every day of every weekend, my hubby still says it's too much. Boo.
With that being said, after 13yrs of being together I have learned something very valuable about each other that is important when making sure things work. He's an introvert and I'm the extrovert. As I've gotten older, however, I have definitely become more of an introvert as well. I don't do as well in a group of people that I don't know. I completely shut off. But as my husband has gotten older, I think he has become more extroverted and outgoing than he ever was when he was younger. So maybe we are still trying to figure out that "happy medium" after 13yrs of togetherness :) As extroverted or introverted as I am, I am a busy body. I can not relax. I always have hundreds of things on my mind. Hundreds of things to get done. Which then means, hundreds of things on the "honey do list". This drives him crazy. My husband on the other hand...he likes being home and relaxing.
Extrovert vs. Introvert
Saturday we headed to Auntie K's birthday party at my parent's new home. I was bummed because I packed my camera in my purse...but then decided not to bring my purse, just the diaper bag. Hence, I didn't have my camera with :( The party still went on, and it was lots of fun! I can not wait to spend many more birthdays together in that house.
Luckily Auntie C, having her IPhone, we could still get some pictures of Auntie K and G together. Note to self: Take pictures earlier in any event we attend. If you wait too long, G will have eventually been stripped down to a diaper, and he WILL be fussy because he just wants to go to bed...
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We eventually had to go home because G was NOT giving up and was screaming bloody murder in his car seat. I thought he had just been over stimulated and didn't want to miss out on the action. But turns out, the next morning we felt a tooth! One would think I should know that my child is teething. But you have to understand something about G. He is as unpredictable as they come. He smiles huge...he pukes on you. He shoves his whole fist in his mouth for 2 months...he's not teething, he just wants to eat All. Of. The. Time. He can sit by himself...but he wants to stand. G can not stand by himself. My arm muscles are getting a good work out in every day because if this. We literally tell G to "SIT" as if he were a dog! He stiffens up and does everything in his power to not bend any of his limbs. We have to force him to "bend at the hips". He's fine once all is said and done. But the process brings a lot of grunting on his part, and us saying "G. You...have...to...sit!".
Sunday's Funny Moment of the Day: Daddy decides to mash up some bananas for G being he JUST had a bottle and was still acting famished. He feeds G and the bananas go everywhere. You also have to understand, G is an aggressive eater. He wants that food fast. It then turns into getting all over himself, all over ourselves, and all over the floor. All of a sudden, Daddy looks at me in the corner of his eye with a crinkled up nose and says, "This is so gross! He's getting it everywhere and now we're going to have ants!" O.M.G. How much more dramatic could he be!?!? Lol.So G finishes his bananas and I sit him on the floor, G turns his head to watch what T is doing, and out oozes banana from his neck rolls. Not even exaggerating. Then he turns to the other side, and more banana oozes out of his rolls. This kid had mashed up bananas in every roll possible! This only made the husband be that much more dramatic about G's eating "skills" or lack there of.
My weekend ended with being able to meet up with my old college roommate. That's two long time friends in the span of just over a week that I have been able to get together with and we were able to pick up as if there was no time in between that had passed. Life is good.
With that being said, after 13yrs of being together I have learned something very valuable about each other that is important when making sure things work. He's an introvert and I'm the extrovert. As I've gotten older, however, I have definitely become more of an introvert as well. I don't do as well in a group of people that I don't know. I completely shut off. But as my husband has gotten older, I think he has become more extroverted and outgoing than he ever was when he was younger. So maybe we are still trying to figure out that "happy medium" after 13yrs of togetherness :) As extroverted or introverted as I am, I am a busy body. I can not relax. I always have hundreds of things on my mind. Hundreds of things to get done. Which then means, hundreds of things on the "honey do list". This drives him crazy. My husband on the other hand...he likes being home and relaxing.
Extrovert vs. Introvert
So there's a little background information for you on the type of couple we are. We actually do work well together and balance each other out...most of the time :)
Back to our weekend...my step-sister was in town from NYC to celebrate her birthday. She came over and hung out with the boys and myself on Friday. It was great to see her and have a little one on one time with her. As many stories as I have about T, you would think we have this outgoing, free spirited little boy. This is NOT the case. Believe it or not, he takes a looooong time to warm up and start interacting with people he doesn't see as often. It actually can be quite frustrating for us as parents because we want him to be that silly kid we see on a daily basis when it's just us at home! Of course, kids never perform the way you want/need them too though. So it was nice she was able to come spend the day with us.
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| Playing with chalk! |
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| Going for a little stroll down the sidewalk. |
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| Oops. Mommy spoke, so the "stroll" got cut short because he needed to come back. |
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| Next time Auntie K comes to visit, maybe T will actually PEDAL the bike! :) |
Saturday we headed to Auntie K's birthday party at my parent's new home. I was bummed because I packed my camera in my purse...but then decided not to bring my purse, just the diaper bag. Hence, I didn't have my camera with :( The party still went on, and it was lots of fun! I can not wait to spend many more birthdays together in that house.
Luckily Auntie C, having her IPhone, we could still get some pictures of Auntie K and G together. Note to self: Take pictures earlier in any event we attend. If you wait too long, G will have eventually been stripped down to a diaper, and he WILL be fussy because he just wants to go to bed...
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| This picture does not flatter his tummy by any means :) |
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| Happy Birthday Auntie K! |
Sunday's Funny Moment of the Day: Daddy decides to mash up some bananas for G being he JUST had a bottle and was still acting famished. He feeds G and the bananas go everywhere. You also have to understand, G is an aggressive eater. He wants that food fast. It then turns into getting all over himself, all over ourselves, and all over the floor. All of a sudden, Daddy looks at me in the corner of his eye with a crinkled up nose and says, "This is so gross! He's getting it everywhere and now we're going to have ants!" O.M.G. How much more dramatic could he be!?!? Lol.So G finishes his bananas and I sit him on the floor, G turns his head to watch what T is doing, and out oozes banana from his neck rolls. Not even exaggerating. Then he turns to the other side, and more banana oozes out of his rolls. This kid had mashed up bananas in every roll possible! This only made the husband be that much more dramatic about G's eating "skills" or lack there of.
My weekend ended with being able to meet up with my old college roommate. That's two long time friends in the span of just over a week that I have been able to get together with and we were able to pick up as if there was no time in between that had passed. Life is good.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Have Patience
Have you heard the song that goes like this:
Have patience, have patience, don't be in such a hurry. When you get impatient, you only start to worry. Remember. Remember. That God is patient too, and think of all the times when others have to wait for you.
And then the song goes on from there. Well, ever since having kids, this song, more than ever, pops into my head. As young kids, we used to listen to this cassette...yes, a cassette tape...on our family vacations. It's called Bullfrogs and Butterflies. I actually just found it online and may have to order the CD for my kids to listen too! Anyway, tonight as I was doing my Mother-in-laws hair, the hubby put the boys downs for bed. Now, when you put G down for bed, either he goes to bed peacefully...or he doesn't. Tonight...he didn't. The hubby had to go in there, ohhhh, maybe 4 times to put his pacy back in and flip him back over onto his back.(because he LOOOOOOVES rolling onto his tummy and then gets pissed off and doesn't roll back over. Oh, he knows how...he just likes screaming until we flip him over instead :)) Anyway, by the 4th time, he says to me with a very annoyed tone of voice, "I don't know. What does he want?" Then to his dad he mumbles, "The kid gets 4 chances, after that he has to figure it out." As I am laughing under my breath and whisper to my MIL, "Guys have noooooo patience!" She looked at me and smiled. She knew EXACTLY what I was talking about. You see, I also think this is one of the many reasons why we get along so well. Like father like son. My husband is exactly like his dad. So we can go to each other and vent because we know exactly what the other person is talking about. It's quite therapeutic, actually. Anyway, I go into G's room. He's taking his pacy in and out of his mouth, and crying with his eyes shut. Kind of rolling from side to side. He's just trying to get comfy and fighting not going to sleep! I rub his head. Hold his pacy in his mouth for a few seconds. Rub the silky edge of his "kiki" on his face. And to sleep he went. The magical Mother's touch, if I do say so myself. I try to tell the Hubby over and over, babies and kids can tell when you're tense. You need to relax. You may be going in there and turning him over or putting his pacy in his mouth, but HOW are you doing it!?! Lol. After all is said and done. I must give him credit where credit is due. He has gotten much better with patience when it comes to this whole "baby phase" than he was with our first. And he knows his limits much better too. I just had to laugh about it....I love my Father-in-Law dearly, also! The guys are just a lot alike :) So, M, if you're reading this we were just laughing...we really don't vent all that often! Lol
Now for patience with kids. So I give G some cereal at dinner time tonight, and the kid could not get enough. I mean, he acted as if I hadn't fed him all day long! First, he saw me make a bottle and while I was making the bottle he was doing this hard breathing thing he does when he gets excited about food. So he may do this for 80% of his day. Well, he tried grabbing it before I could shake it up and had a melt down when he noticed it wasn't going straight to his mouth. I then proceeded to talk to him about "being patient, Mommy is making him some food." The melt down continued until I actually got the spoonful of cereal...to his mouth. He thought he had to "help" me feed him so he would grab my hand and jam the spoon in his mouth "faster".
Here are a couple more pictures of some cute brotherly moments I was able to capture before T told me "no pictures!" When does this stage end??!!
Have patience, have patience, don't be in such a hurry. When you get impatient, you only start to worry. Remember. Remember. That God is patient too, and think of all the times when others have to wait for you.
And then the song goes on from there. Well, ever since having kids, this song, more than ever, pops into my head. As young kids, we used to listen to this cassette...yes, a cassette tape...on our family vacations. It's called Bullfrogs and Butterflies. I actually just found it online and may have to order the CD for my kids to listen too! Anyway, tonight as I was doing my Mother-in-laws hair, the hubby put the boys downs for bed. Now, when you put G down for bed, either he goes to bed peacefully...or he doesn't. Tonight...he didn't. The hubby had to go in there, ohhhh, maybe 4 times to put his pacy back in and flip him back over onto his back.(because he LOOOOOOVES rolling onto his tummy and then gets pissed off and doesn't roll back over. Oh, he knows how...he just likes screaming until we flip him over instead :)) Anyway, by the 4th time, he says to me with a very annoyed tone of voice, "I don't know. What does he want?" Then to his dad he mumbles, "The kid gets 4 chances, after that he has to figure it out." As I am laughing under my breath and whisper to my MIL, "Guys have noooooo patience!" She looked at me and smiled. She knew EXACTLY what I was talking about. You see, I also think this is one of the many reasons why we get along so well. Like father like son. My husband is exactly like his dad. So we can go to each other and vent because we know exactly what the other person is talking about. It's quite therapeutic, actually. Anyway, I go into G's room. He's taking his pacy in and out of his mouth, and crying with his eyes shut. Kind of rolling from side to side. He's just trying to get comfy and fighting not going to sleep! I rub his head. Hold his pacy in his mouth for a few seconds. Rub the silky edge of his "kiki" on his face. And to sleep he went. The magical Mother's touch, if I do say so myself. I try to tell the Hubby over and over, babies and kids can tell when you're tense. You need to relax. You may be going in there and turning him over or putting his pacy in his mouth, but HOW are you doing it!?! Lol. After all is said and done. I must give him credit where credit is due. He has gotten much better with patience when it comes to this whole "baby phase" than he was with our first. And he knows his limits much better too. I just had to laugh about it....I love my Father-in-Law dearly, also! The guys are just a lot alike :) So, M, if you're reading this we were just laughing...we really don't vent all that often! Lol
Now for patience with kids. So I give G some cereal at dinner time tonight, and the kid could not get enough. I mean, he acted as if I hadn't fed him all day long! First, he saw me make a bottle and while I was making the bottle he was doing this hard breathing thing he does when he gets excited about food. So he may do this for 80% of his day. Well, he tried grabbing it before I could shake it up and had a melt down when he noticed it wasn't going straight to his mouth. I then proceeded to talk to him about "being patient, Mommy is making him some food." The melt down continued until I actually got the spoonful of cereal...to his mouth. He thought he had to "help" me feed him so he would grab my hand and jam the spoon in his mouth "faster".
...Then all of a sudden, that wasn't fast enough. He would take a bite, when he would notice the bite was gone, he would have a complete melt down. I mean, arching the back, screaming, the whole nine yards. Then he would get another bite. Be fine, and then repeat this same pattern over and over. I was laughing hysterically while my child was arching his back out of his bumbo seat and screaming at the top of his lungs. I was just baffled. What could be so terribly wrong with having to wait a few seconds for the next bite??! I may be in trouble with this one...
But then, he just had a melt down for a good 10 minutes. He would not calm down. He has not cried this long or this hard for a long time. And then it came...he probably spit up 80% of what he had just eaten. So now I was confused. Was he crying because he wanted the next bite so bad. Or was he crying because he wanted the next bite so bad but it hurt going down? 4 hours later and I'm STILL trying to figure out what the deal was.
On a lighter note about my day. This morning when I was making myself some iced coffee, G was fussing a little bit in his swing, so T came over and brought him what he says is G's "favorite book!" It was probably the sweetest brother moment to date. He then said he needed to "read it to him"...so in his skivvies and all...T read G a book...
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| My husband just asked if T is EVER in pants. Yes, he is...it just happens that I get my pictures when he doesn't have his pants on! He would be naked all day long if I let him, though. |
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| G on the other hand, I admit...I never dress him unless we are going somewhere :) |
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| T was trying to get G to laugh. So they were both laughing at each other. |
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| T thought he should share his milk. |
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| Notice the Cheetos face...he decided to have G eat his tray instead of his milk. Lol |
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Lovin' My Weekends With the Family
What another CRAZY weekend! I don't even know where to begin!...
Saturday I got up at 6:15am to get ready to go to my Rock U training for Scentsy, which was an hour and a half drive. It was so worth it! I have the most amazing Scentsy family and these training are always so motivational, I can not wait to see what the Scentsy Convention brings in July!...I'm headed to Vegas!
Then it was a mad dash back home to pack (which I didn't do the night before), wrap a birthday present (which I also didn't do the night before), and leave to go to our nephew's 5th Birthday Party! It was a blast. The boys absolutely loved it! G even forgot he was hungry! I mean...this kid HAD to have been having fun to forget to eat until I brought him back up to our room! It was only 7:15pm, I'm feeding him for his bedtime "meal" and all of a sudden I feel us BOTH jerk!...We had fallen asleep. Oopsies! The birthday party was cut a bit short for me as I climbed into bed...with my clothes on...by 7:30! I was E.X.H.A.U.S.T.E.D! I can't remember the last time I woke up at 6:15 am and STAYED awake. G usually wakes for his morning feeding at 4 or 5am and then falls back asleep. Wakes up again at 6:30-ish for a "snack"...and falls back asleep until around 8:00! Then T strolls out of his bedroom anytime after 8am. (Sometimes 7:30, but not too often) So I am blessed to have boys that at least let me sleep in a little. This Mama is like her Grandma...we need LOTS of sleep to function. I am not a morning person or a night person. I am forcing myself to become more of a night person or I would never get anything done. So here I sit, trying to pull my eyelids open as I type :)
We got home and I immediately started working on packaging up all the Scentsy to be able to deliver it to my Hostess by today!
Now this was fun...I just kind of sat back and listened as I was packaging, but didn't really "react" like I was listening the whole time as my husband was watching the boys on the couch. A few comments I kept hearing over and over and over again were:
Talk about cracking up to myself but trying to act like I can't hear so that I can keep getting my stuff done! As I am writing this, it's cracking myself up even more! Lol! I just want my hubby to see why some things can be very difficult to get done when you're by yourself with the kiddos and have no help. Don't get me wrong, my hubby is the best Daddy those two boys could ask for! And boy does he make T mind his Mama! Even when he's snuggling up to his Daddy, if T gets sassy with me, he lets him know it is NOT OK! He's absolutely wonderful. But, I'm sure I'm not the only Mama out there that still realizes that even though they have the "Best" husband and the "Best" daddy they could ask for...they will still never completely "get it". It's not in the male genes to completely "get it". So anyway, I had fun listening :)
I delivered my Scentsy and got back home. Ate some dinner and gave G a bath. This kid has now officially made our house stink. I came home from my training yesterday, walked in the door, and asked my mother-in-law if G had been spitting up a lot. She said it wasn't too bad, but boy did it stink in the house like he had been! I immediately put in some fresh new Scentsy as I didn't have time to give him a bath and scrub down everything he had probably touched that day! Ha!
We were able to Skype with my dad and L. It was fun to do with G as he was trying to pull their noses through the screen. But T...he was non existent. When we talked loud about him getting a big birthday present, he finally came over to say "hi", but then I think he left because he noticed there wasn't a birthday present for him right NOW! Oy. Welcome to the day in the life with a 3 year old, I guess.
That about wraps up our weekend. It was another exhaustingly awesome weekend! Nighty night...this Mama is going to bed!...I will insert pictures tomorrow when both eyes can stay open to REALLY see what I'm doing :)
Saturday I got up at 6:15am to get ready to go to my Rock U training for Scentsy, which was an hour and a half drive. It was so worth it! I have the most amazing Scentsy family and these training are always so motivational, I can not wait to see what the Scentsy Convention brings in July!...I'm headed to Vegas!
Then it was a mad dash back home to pack (which I didn't do the night before), wrap a birthday present (which I also didn't do the night before), and leave to go to our nephew's 5th Birthday Party! It was a blast. The boys absolutely loved it! G even forgot he was hungry! I mean...this kid HAD to have been having fun to forget to eat until I brought him back up to our room! It was only 7:15pm, I'm feeding him for his bedtime "meal" and all of a sudden I feel us BOTH jerk!...We had fallen asleep. Oopsies! The birthday party was cut a bit short for me as I climbed into bed...with my clothes on...by 7:30! I was E.X.H.A.U.S.T.E.D! I can't remember the last time I woke up at 6:15 am and STAYED awake. G usually wakes for his morning feeding at 4 or 5am and then falls back asleep. Wakes up again at 6:30-ish for a "snack"...and falls back asleep until around 8:00! Then T strolls out of his bedroom anytime after 8am. (Sometimes 7:30, but not too often) So I am blessed to have boys that at least let me sleep in a little. This Mama is like her Grandma...we need LOTS of sleep to function. I am not a morning person or a night person. I am forcing myself to become more of a night person or I would never get anything done. So here I sit, trying to pull my eyelids open as I type :)
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| Auntie S, Cobo, Gamma and Baby G |
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| Daddy and T going down the slide! |
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| G LOVES noses :) |
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| Gamma with Cobo and G |
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| Birthday boy getting a little assistance from Papa and his Daddy to get the water going |
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| Mama and my rolly polly baby G |
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| Transformer Party! Cobo was NOT interested!...The one in the Angry Birds shirt is the Birthday Boy :) |
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| My little Transformers |
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| Look at all the FREE and 1/2 price items my AWESOME hostess got! There's actually 1 item missing in this picture I realized after I took it. |
"G! You have to SIT!...you...have to...sit!!" (with a little grunting as he was trying to make him sit)
"G! You need to pay attention! C'mon, it's right here! Your food is right...here!:"
"Awwww G! Uck! Can...can you get me a rag!?!"
"G! You have to start realizing how old you are! You can't do that yet...you need to just...SIT!"
Talk about cracking up to myself but trying to act like I can't hear so that I can keep getting my stuff done! As I am writing this, it's cracking myself up even more! Lol! I just want my hubby to see why some things can be very difficult to get done when you're by yourself with the kiddos and have no help. Don't get me wrong, my hubby is the best Daddy those two boys could ask for! And boy does he make T mind his Mama! Even when he's snuggling up to his Daddy, if T gets sassy with me, he lets him know it is NOT OK! He's absolutely wonderful. But, I'm sure I'm not the only Mama out there that still realizes that even though they have the "Best" husband and the "Best" daddy they could ask for...they will still never completely "get it". It's not in the male genes to completely "get it". So anyway, I had fun listening :)
I delivered my Scentsy and got back home. Ate some dinner and gave G a bath. This kid has now officially made our house stink. I came home from my training yesterday, walked in the door, and asked my mother-in-law if G had been spitting up a lot. She said it wasn't too bad, but boy did it stink in the house like he had been! I immediately put in some fresh new Scentsy as I didn't have time to give him a bath and scrub down everything he had probably touched that day! Ha!
We were able to Skype with my dad and L. It was fun to do with G as he was trying to pull their noses through the screen. But T...he was non existent. When we talked loud about him getting a big birthday present, he finally came over to say "hi", but then I think he left because he noticed there wasn't a birthday present for him right NOW! Oy. Welcome to the day in the life with a 3 year old, I guess.
That about wraps up our weekend. It was another exhaustingly awesome weekend! Nighty night...this Mama is going to bed!...I will insert pictures tomorrow when both eyes can stay open to REALLY see what I'm doing :)
Friday, April 13, 2012
T and His Obsession with Tiger Stripes
Mama! Do you want to be a tiger too?!?!...This is what I woke up to this morning. I open my eyes, without my glasses on or contacts in, I could see it. Blue stripes all over T's arms and chins, and smeared all over his face! I jumped up as fast as I could. Where in the world did he get yet ANOTHER marker...and how long has he been awake?? I already put the crayons up as high as I could a couple weeks ago so that he has to ASK me if he wants to color...and I then know not to leave the room if he has a crayon in his hand. I also put the markers away. I have not used a blue sharpie marker since I can remember. Where in the world did he find it? My sister says she thought she saw it on the kitchen table last night. However, I have no clue why it would be there. Anyway, what was done was done. Not only was he a "tiger", but he colored on the table he eats at, my sister's black chair she's had since she was little, and oh yeah...he had to get the window too! Seriously!?!? The window!?!?
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| Admiring his art work before I made him get in the bath |
I knew I had a lot to get done being our day tomorrow is jam packed FULL. So since I needed to get a bunch of things done, this also means that G won't nap. It's like babies can sense if you really need to be productive or if you are going to have a "lazy" day...whatever that means. But it never fails. The days I REALLY need him to take a nap, he is up and ready to party. All. Day. Long.
I had a BIG Scentsy party delivered which means I need time to label every product and package it up to deliver to my hostess. This takes some time. This is something that only gets accomplished while your child is napping. It needed to get done, and therefor, G wouldn't take a nap :)
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| This is with 12 bars already being delivered... |
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| ...and with 4 warmers already being delivered! |
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| Biggest Scentsy Party to Date! So fun! |
...Then my hubby had to come home and re-talk about the "one goal a day" rule and ask why it wasn't done. He asked me a simple question of "Why did I start it if I wasn't going to complete what needed to be done?...Now we're going to have Scentsy on the table for the next 3 days!" O.M.G. He did NOT just go there! I have been working on this all day long, amongst a tiger running around and a 5 month old that won't sleep. What he didn't know was that my goal is to deliver it Sunday because we are busy all day and night tomorrow, so it HAS to get done. However, the way he was looking at it was this...
~ I'm leaving to go meet up with an old friend from High School (as soon as he got home from work)
~ After dinner I have to go to Target
~ After Target I have to come home and try to pack and wrap our nephews birthday present.
~ Tomorrow I have to wake up by 6:30 to get ready and drive an hour and a half to a Scentsy training
~ Training from 9-1 (while he helps my parents move into their new home)
~ Drive back an hour and a half and pick him up to go to the birthday party at a hotel
~ Sleep at the hotel
~ Get home some time early afternoon
OK, so maybe it doesn't all add up with how I will get it done, but what I was thinking was this...
~ He's going to help me label and package everything up! Simple as that! Lol! So wish me luck. I don't think we could possibly pack one more thing into 1 day!
Hope you all have a good night from our past out tiger!...it's exhausting living up to being a TRUE 3 year old!
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