Wow. It has been a long time since my last post. However, I am happy to say that we FINALLY made the purchase and got a new computer! This is my #1 reason for no blog posts. When you have a computer that pops up with 20-30 spam windows that you have to constantly click out of, some of which that won't let you click out of and some that like to talk to you, it gets a little frustrating. Plus the fact that the longer the computer is on, the louder it gets and the hotter it gets, makes you think it may blow up in your face. So...you get my point. There was limited use of the computer.
I am not going to backtrack on all the goings on of our family and the many stories of my boys, but I thought today was a perfect day to start. I need a huge outlet at the moment. Have you ever been so overly tired you could cry about anything? Yep. That's me at the moment. I can honestly say I don't think I even felt this sleep deprived when the boys were newborns, waking up every 1.5 to 2 hours! (Yes, throw the whole eating every 3 hours out the window. My boys ate every 1.5 hours. I'm not exaggerating.)
I was always told I would never get a baby as easy as Talan again. I knew this. But holy smokes, Mr. Grayson is making me want to run for the hills right about now. Grayson is my crazy one to say the least. He has always kept us on our toes (even while pregnant), so I shouldn't be surprised. But this fun little ride he has taken us on all started a week ago. He had a cold and was crying so hard and being completely inconsolable that I brought him into the Dr. to have his ears checked. We got there, had him looked at, and his ears and throat looked "beautiful". Seriously!?! He was just being his dramatic self?? So, home we went, praying that this wasn't a new"phase" he was starting. I mean, he's always been dramatic, but this was beyond that.
The next day, I was cutting his God Daddy's hair, and he just randomly had a meltdown. He was playing with dinosaur magnets one minute, and the next minute he started another inconsolable crying fit. So...did I dare go on a 4.5 hour road trip the next day to see my cousin get married? Yep. I went for it. The road trip was nothing but eventful. From having to stop twice because the little stinker was either chewing on the DVD cords or pulling the cord out of his brothers screen, to turning on the CD player and having 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town' belt out of the speakers...this was just the beginning. We got to the hotel 45 minutes before Auntie C got there. So what else was there to do besides get myself and the boys ready for the wedding?...Oh I know! Have yet ANOTHER, 45 minute meltdown. There's two sides to Grayson. LOUD, busy, and every one's entertainment (he has quite the personality!) OR he's just plain MAD and he's not afraid to let everyone know. Anyway, Auntie C got there just in time to distract the boys with french fries, milk, and what better than RED twizzlers for Grayson to drool all over his khakis! :) We finally got ready enough to look at how long it will take us to get to the wedding location. WHAT!?!? 21 MINUTES?? And it's now 15 minutes before the wedding STARTS! We wanted to GET THERE 15 minutes before the wedding starts! Oy...off we go only to walk in during the ceremony and have to sit in the last row right by the videographer. Shoot me. Now that we were in a different atmosphere with a lot of people, I wasn't concerned about Grayson having one of his crying fits, but the fact that he's LOUD was going to be ummmm...interesting. There were goldfish thrown on the floor. Lots of "oh wows!" looking at the ceiling or over the banister, and of course some excited screaming noises where I had to take a fast exit. So sorry to the beautiful couple, I hope our late entrance, my loud child, along with my exit and re entrance, didn't ruin your video :(
Then the reception. All I can say is thank God Auntie C was there! From running away from me while he could so easily weave in and out of people (the looks on people's faces were priceless as this little boy would completely cut them off, they would laugh and slowly look up to see if this child even had a mother concerned her little boy was on the loose. And thanks to one of my aunts, she was able to intercept him one time so I could finally catch him) to him throwing food and screaming, he was quite the handful.
It was about the time when he tossed and flipped over a plate of fruit and his pretzels that my sister gave me one look and she just KNEW she better take him away from me. Far, far away. They came back a bit later and it was our turn to get in line for dinner. The plan was originally that Auntie C would go with Talan and get food for all of us. Ha! Right. I look over and Talan is having a complete meltdown because he wanted Mommy to get him his food. (By this time I am quite certain my relatives and all the guests think I have NO control over my children.) We did end up having a few bites before we had to make the exit. Completely. I. WAS. EXHAUSTED. Oh, so what better timing to leave than right when the speeches started?? Seriously. How are we supposed to exit discreetly when everyone in now in their seats, nice and quiet, listening to what I'm sure were wonderful speeches!? Yet another awesome moment.
We made the road trip back the next morning. It's all a bit foggy. All I remember is feeling like I had been hit by a very large truck from chasing my awesome #2 around the night before. We did get to talk to most of the relatives before leaving, which was nice. Wish we could have visited longer. Not sure we'll be invited to anything ever again, however.
Someone once told me that every 1/2 year is a horrible stage. Well guess what? Grayson started this new "phase" one day before he turned 18 months old. He has now completely turned into a Mama's boy and wants very little to do with Daddy. Sorry if this is too much information, but the kid has to even sit on my lap WHILE going to the bathroom or he has a complete meltdown. He has also started this AWESOME new trend of waking up during the night every couple hours! My hubby looked stuff up online, and apparently it's "normal" at 1-3 years old (which again, we would never know because Talan is what people consider "not normal" and has NEVER had sleeping problems :)) for them to regress with their sleeping habits, especially during clingy times. 1 year old. Check. Clingy. Check check. Now it's back to the whole sleep training, crying it out thing that we haven't done since he was 3 months old. From lack of sleep, to the BUSY boy he is, to the not even getting 30 seconds to go to the bathroom by myself, I am tired.
Oh, and did I mention that I'm 13 weeks pregnant with our 3rd!? Yep. You read it right. We're crazy...
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