Friday, December 29, 2006
Christmas 2006
Geez..It has been so long since I was able to get on here. I have been trying to keep up with the blogs I read but I have been unable to commit time for myself.
Anyway, Christmas was great. My kids got WAYYYY to much stuff. We spent the Eve as we have for the past 14 or more years, at my in-laws. This will be the last year that we do that. Not that anything happened, I just would love to try to duplicate some of my childhood memories. My in-laws eat late, then start opening gifts after 12:00. We live over an hour away and don't get home until the kids are long asleep. I really want them to put out milk and cookies for Santa, put on their new Christmas Pj's, watch a movie with mom and dad, put out reindeer food and go to sleep because Santa can't come unless little kids are sleeping. Next year the kids will be 4 and 2 and a little more aware of all that goes along with the holiday and I want to give my kids the fantasy for a little while.
Anyway, Christmas was great. My kids got WAYYYY to much stuff. We spent the Eve as we have for the past 14 or more years, at my in-laws. This will be the last year that we do that. Not that anything happened, I just would love to try to duplicate some of my childhood memories. My in-laws eat late, then start opening gifts after 12:00. We live over an hour away and don't get home until the kids are long asleep. I really want them to put out milk and cookies for Santa, put on their new Christmas Pj's, watch a movie with mom and dad, put out reindeer food and go to sleep because Santa can't come unless little kids are sleeping. Next year the kids will be 4 and 2 and a little more aware of all that goes along with the holiday and I want to give my kids the fantasy for a little while.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Pee-Pee on the Potty
Holy friggin crap, I am ready to jump on the roof. My kid pee-pee'd on the potty tonight. No, not the friggin 3.6 year old whose diapers I will be changing until his wife takes over the honor but it was my angel baby girl.
Last week I had this idea that since my kids want to copy each other, maybe if I started the girl on potty training the boy will follow. I sat her on the potty yesterday and the boy went crazy, he wanted to go too. He was doing everything to get in the bathroom. Umm maybe I am onto something I think to myself. Cocky yes, but I am hopeful. He sits for about 2.3 minutes, says all done ( he didn't) and he flushes and leaves. I try to follow but my daughter wants to stay. So we sit for another 15 minutes, I pull up her clothes and tell her good trying.
Tonight my son not feeling well goes to bed at 7:30. I head to the bathroom for a pee break. My daughter follows and sits on her potty. I go to leave the bathroom and she yells "potty." I allow her to sit there for another 10 minutes (never taking off her pj's or diaper because I thought she was just sitting for the sake of sitting). Getting bored sitting there, I head to the door. She yells, "potty." I pick her up and walk with her to the living room. I place her on the couch and she yells, "potty" and throws herself down, whining. I walk with her to the bathroom because I don't dare let her cry long enough to walk her brother (God forbid). As I enter the room I have a light bulb moment. Wait, maybe she really has to go. I remove her pj's and diaper. She sits and the next thing you know.... I hear it! Holy crap. In the highest voice I have ever uttered I scream "Are you peeing?" I am not even sure how she managed to continue the flow with my celebration going on but she did and I was so proud. I actually called her Godmother, my sister, her grandfather and my mother-in-law to tell them. I am sure they all think I am a freak but they should know that already.
Goddess, I am so proud of you baby girl. You shock and awe me everyday. You rock! Your strong will, and fierce spirit frustrate and impress me at the same time. My only regret is that your brother was not awake to tell him and your daddy was working.
I love you ladybug. Mommy
Last week I had this idea that since my kids want to copy each other, maybe if I started the girl on potty training the boy will follow. I sat her on the potty yesterday and the boy went crazy, he wanted to go too. He was doing everything to get in the bathroom. Umm maybe I am onto something I think to myself. Cocky yes, but I am hopeful. He sits for about 2.3 minutes, says all done ( he didn't) and he flushes and leaves. I try to follow but my daughter wants to stay. So we sit for another 15 minutes, I pull up her clothes and tell her good trying.
Tonight my son not feeling well goes to bed at 7:30. I head to the bathroom for a pee break. My daughter follows and sits on her potty. I go to leave the bathroom and she yells "potty." I allow her to sit there for another 10 minutes (never taking off her pj's or diaper because I thought she was just sitting for the sake of sitting). Getting bored sitting there, I head to the door. She yells, "potty." I pick her up and walk with her to the living room. I place her on the couch and she yells, "potty" and throws herself down, whining. I walk with her to the bathroom because I don't dare let her cry long enough to walk her brother (God forbid). As I enter the room I have a light bulb moment. Wait, maybe she really has to go. I remove her pj's and diaper. She sits and the next thing you know.... I hear it! Holy crap. In the highest voice I have ever uttered I scream "Are you peeing?" I am not even sure how she managed to continue the flow with my celebration going on but she did and I was so proud. I actually called her Godmother, my sister, her grandfather and my mother-in-law to tell them. I am sure they all think I am a freak but they should know that already.
Goddess, I am so proud of you baby girl. You shock and awe me everyday. You rock! Your strong will, and fierce spirit frustrate and impress me at the same time. My only regret is that your brother was not awake to tell him and your daddy was working.
I love you ladybug. Mommy
Monday, December 11, 2006
Playing Catch-Up
Damn it has been so hectic lately. Time has totally gotten away from me. Kids still crazy.
Went out Saturday for my annual get-together with my girlfriends for a much needed chick only lunch. Once again, thank God for good friends.
Christmas shopping done and 95% wrapped.
Tree up and decorated with as many unbreakable ornaments as possible.
Still working on a project for my niece and hope to have it completed by Saturday.
Still talking potty training with the boy, he is totally against it. So I will be changing diapers until his wife takes over.
Finally sent in my holiday pictures of the kids. It took about 100 shots to get one where they were both looking at the camera at the same time. By the end of the photo session, one was in tears (Goddess), one was screaming for milk (PT), and my voice was hoarse from yelling their names.
Got picture with Santa taken..yippy. Second in line, waited about 15 minutes for late Santa. Got up to Santa, placed girl on his lap. Toddler decided he didn't want anything to do with Santa. I moved away, photographer runs up to Santa with a picture, they tell him that the printer is not working and they will fix it in 15 minutes. Santa still holding my girl, talks sweetly to my son and daughter for roughly 20 minutes. The camera people say they almost have it fixed. Santa talks to the kids some more and finally coaxes my son into his lap. The photographer says ready, I moved away and the rest as they say folks is history. The first picture of my son on Santa in 2 years. Ok, my kids are not smiling in the picture, they actually look like deer in a headlight, but the point is this..a picture was taken of my two kids sitting on a smiling, rotund gentleman who goes by the name of Santa. Finally!
Reported someone for inappropriate behavior online. Those of you who know me; know that this piece of Shit had to be really bad for me to report them to the proper authorities, but I did and I would do it again.
Became a Nielsen Family. Big brother records what I watch on TV and listen to on the radio. Not so hard. I just wear a little device around my neck all day then plug it into it's charger at night. Easy as pie!
Went out Saturday for my annual get-together with my girlfriends for a much needed chick only lunch. Once again, thank God for good friends.
Christmas shopping done and 95% wrapped.
Tree up and decorated with as many unbreakable ornaments as possible.
Still working on a project for my niece and hope to have it completed by Saturday.
Still talking potty training with the boy, he is totally against it. So I will be changing diapers until his wife takes over.
Finally sent in my holiday pictures of the kids. It took about 100 shots to get one where they were both looking at the camera at the same time. By the end of the photo session, one was in tears (Goddess), one was screaming for milk (PT), and my voice was hoarse from yelling their names.
Got picture with Santa taken..yippy. Second in line, waited about 15 minutes for late Santa. Got up to Santa, placed girl on his lap. Toddler decided he didn't want anything to do with Santa. I moved away, photographer runs up to Santa with a picture, they tell him that the printer is not working and they will fix it in 15 minutes. Santa still holding my girl, talks sweetly to my son and daughter for roughly 20 minutes. The camera people say they almost have it fixed. Santa talks to the kids some more and finally coaxes my son into his lap. The photographer says ready, I moved away and the rest as they say folks is history. The first picture of my son on Santa in 2 years. Ok, my kids are not smiling in the picture, they actually look like deer in a headlight, but the point is this..a picture was taken of my two kids sitting on a smiling, rotund gentleman who goes by the name of Santa. Finally!
Reported someone for inappropriate behavior online. Those of you who know me; know that this piece of Shit had to be really bad for me to report them to the proper authorities, but I did and I would do it again.
Became a Nielsen Family. Big brother records what I watch on TV and listen to on the radio. Not so hard. I just wear a little device around my neck all day then plug it into it's charger at night. Easy as pie!
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Chocolate Puss and Pretty Smile
They are cute but man they test my patience almost 20 times a day.
The boy; well..he has gotten into throwing things. You know, the kind of things that come crashing down and land on his sister's head.
Also, he has started jumping off the dining room table. Where do they get this shit from?
Then there is the hitting. He used to just yell now he is hitting me. WHAT???!!! Oh hell no! He is going to be black and blue before this lesson is learned. There will be no mommy hitting.
These days...he is saying his prayers, watching Lazy town and working out with Sportacus. Talking about his friends at school, playing with his Little People village and pretend play food. He also needs a ton of things in order to go to bed. There are three to four books, Twinkle from Higgletown heroes, his Wiggle dolls, his blanket, some play food, and recently a box with Santa Claus on it and a painted wood rainbow that he put inside it, that he had to have from Michaels Craft Store. No idea how he sleeps with all this stuff clanking around but he needs it all or will not go to sleep. Last night we couldn't find Twinkle and he stood in the middle of his room biting his blanket until we found her. Kids!
The girl; she does everything he does, so I am waiting for the day I see her standing on the table ready to take her first leap into her first cast.
She is 19 months and 19 pounds with the lungs of a 250 pound women. Not sure where the screaming comes from but man this Banshee girl can break glass.
These days she loves to hug, give kiss on the mouth, play with anything her brother is, sing her alphabet song, watch Elmo, dance, and be read to. She can count to 12 and can name most things in a picture book. Lately we are working on colors and letters and talking on the walkie talkie phones that her Godmother sent over.
Monday, November 13, 2006
I Am In Love
Tonight while flipping channels I fell upon TLC's special about Kenadie Jourdin-Bromley.
Kenadie has a very rare condition known as Primordial Dwarfism. You can read all about her on her official site here
She is known as the littlest angel and I believe she is a gift from God. While watching the show I flipped on my laptop and Yahoo'd Kenadie's name. They have a donation link on their site to help pay for Kenadie's various expenses. They take Paypal and I made a donation without a second thought. If you are as touched by beautiful Kenadie as I was, please make a donation to help her parents take the best care of her as possible.
I have never seen anyone so special in my life and I am totally in love with her.
Kenadie baby girl, I will think of you everday. May God bless you and keep you in the palm of his hand.
Kenadie has a very rare condition known as Primordial Dwarfism. You can read all about her on her official site here
She is known as the littlest angel and I believe she is a gift from God. While watching the show I flipped on my laptop and Yahoo'd Kenadie's name. They have a donation link on their site to help pay for Kenadie's various expenses. They take Paypal and I made a donation without a second thought. If you are as touched by beautiful Kenadie as I was, please make a donation to help her parents take the best care of her as possible.
I have never seen anyone so special in my life and I am totally in love with her.
Kenadie baby girl, I will think of you everday. May God bless you and keep you in the palm of his hand.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Me and my Rugrats
Tonight I took a bunch of pictures of me and the babies. Why am I standing in the kitchen? Why couldn't I find a more appropriate backdrop/props for the photos other than the random empty beer box or the blue garbage pail? And...lets not even discuss the overcrowded refrigerator door!
I can never get the Precocious Toddler (I think it is time to change his name - he is now 3 1/2 years old and so far from a toddler) to look at the camera long enough to take his picture. He was loving the sound the camera was making on timer (it's a coyote) and he wanted to "DO IT AGAIN!"
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Halloween 2006
This Halloween started out on the biggest friggin big, fat, sour note possible. The Precocious Toddler was rushed into a costume and force fed a slice of pizza after his late speech therapy session so that I could catch up with a bunch of friends and their offspring to go trick-or-treating. He had no time to transition and I had no time to forewarn him about what we were about to do. As I flip open the trunk, open the carriage, unleash the kids from their carseats and snatch the girl to slam her into the carriage, I am shouting, "come on guys, let's go, let's go, chop, chop, move move move"!!! My son is following directions like a trooper.
I take off running, pushing the carriage with one hand and dragging the boy by with the other down the street. OK...time to slow down and have fun right?!
As we approach the group, the boy spots a wagon with two of his little friends in it. He has a wagon at home..he loves being in it..he wants in too. He asks to get in, I thrust a bag in his hand, give him a pat on the back and say, "Go, go, baby..say trick-or-treat and thank you. Go with your friends. Go get some candy."
Well, maybe for another kid this would have sounded like fun but not for my kid. He wanted in the wagon and he wanted in now. He starts jumping up and down and SHOUTING that he wants in. He is screaming at the top of his lungs about the wagon and throwing himself around. I am watching the cars, pushing the carriage, making sure he doesn't get run over by a car or crack his head open on the pavement and walking with now 250 other people all vying for the most, best candy.
We walk up to the first house and there is a 80ish year old women handing out candy. My son is screaming and trying to run. As I work myself, the trashing, screaming toddler and my carriage up the little path, passing people who already got candy and in front of those who want candy the women says something that I don't quite hear. I say "what?" I get closer, hold out the boys bag, tell him above his screaming to say trick-o-treating and thank you, she says it again. I hear something that sounds like..."Is he a little retardo?" I say, "What?" I let go of my son's hand and the carriage thinking I am going to drop fists with this old bat who has now highly insulted me and my son. I look her up and down thinking..B'otch, you have no idea what I have just gone through to get him to this damn door..get ready to bleed. I can take her! Shit she's only weighs about her age. As I am contemplating how I beat the piss out of her without my kids needing therapy for the next 15 years she says..."Is he Lucy Ricardo?" I unclenched my fists and after giving a weak smile, and a "yeah" drag the kid and the carriage back down the path to join the group.
My son is still asking..ok wait not asking...Screaming, thrashing, crying, jumping, throwing himself to the ground and hyperventilating that he wants the wagon. The group tries to make room. There is none!
I turn and ask if he wants to go home. He screams no! Do you want candy? No! Do you want to walk? No? As I am wishing I had brought some holy water to douse him with; I tell my friends to go ahead I am going to walk back to the car. Pushing the carriage with my tits..thank God they are good for something other than nursing. I half carry/drag the kid. He is all of 3.5 feet tall and 41 pounds. I am 4' 11". I can't carry this thrashing kid. I put him down. I tell him to walk. He screams! I gave my very first biff to the back of his head. Well I think it was a biff anyway. I am not sure if it was executed properly and I am not sure if it is considered a biff when it is the back of the head and not the front. It was my pinky and my ring finger but it felt like a biff.
The boy gets into the car after 25 minutes of dragging and clench teeth quiet yelling (my throat still hurts). He is out of breath and so am I! My daughter hasn't even made a peep. Thank God for small favors.
We get home and a friend and her family are walking up my driveway. I tell her candy is on the steps help herself. I tell her about my outing and she walks over to the car. Says, "Come here honey" to the boy. He goes to her. Takes her hand and proceeds to the end of the driveway.
What??? We are going trick-or-fucking-treating? I am shocked. She takes him to the first house holding onto his and her own sons hand. She is whooppping and running with them. I run back to the car. Grab my carriage, the girl, flashlights and glowsticks and proceed to have an awesome time with a well, mannered, well behaved precocious toddler. What the F!!!!!
So..needless to say..what started out as a shitty evening turned into something quite wonderful. Minus the pictures. After the first 45 minutes of my evening I was to drained to pull out a camera. If you know me..you know I love my pictures.
I take off running, pushing the carriage with one hand and dragging the boy by with the other down the street. OK...time to slow down and have fun right?!
As we approach the group, the boy spots a wagon with two of his little friends in it. He has a wagon at home..he loves being in it..he wants in too. He asks to get in, I thrust a bag in his hand, give him a pat on the back and say, "Go, go, baby..say trick-or-treat and thank you. Go with your friends. Go get some candy."
Well, maybe for another kid this would have sounded like fun but not for my kid. He wanted in the wagon and he wanted in now. He starts jumping up and down and SHOUTING that he wants in. He is screaming at the top of his lungs about the wagon and throwing himself around. I am watching the cars, pushing the carriage, making sure he doesn't get run over by a car or crack his head open on the pavement and walking with now 250 other people all vying for the most, best candy.
We walk up to the first house and there is a 80ish year old women handing out candy. My son is screaming and trying to run. As I work myself, the trashing, screaming toddler and my carriage up the little path, passing people who already got candy and in front of those who want candy the women says something that I don't quite hear. I say "what?" I get closer, hold out the boys bag, tell him above his screaming to say trick-o-treating and thank you, she says it again. I hear something that sounds like..."Is he a little retardo?" I say, "What?" I let go of my son's hand and the carriage thinking I am going to drop fists with this old bat who has now highly insulted me and my son. I look her up and down thinking..B'otch, you have no idea what I have just gone through to get him to this damn door..get ready to bleed. I can take her! Shit she's only weighs about her age. As I am contemplating how I beat the piss out of her without my kids needing therapy for the next 15 years she says..."Is he Lucy Ricardo?" I unclenched my fists and after giving a weak smile, and a "yeah" drag the kid and the carriage back down the path to join the group.
My son is still asking..ok wait not asking...Screaming, thrashing, crying, jumping, throwing himself to the ground and hyperventilating that he wants the wagon. The group tries to make room. There is none!
I turn and ask if he wants to go home. He screams no! Do you want candy? No! Do you want to walk? No? As I am wishing I had brought some holy water to douse him with; I tell my friends to go ahead I am going to walk back to the car. Pushing the carriage with my tits..thank God they are good for something other than nursing. I half carry/drag the kid. He is all of 3.5 feet tall and 41 pounds. I am 4' 11". I can't carry this thrashing kid. I put him down. I tell him to walk. He screams! I gave my very first biff to the back of his head. Well I think it was a biff anyway. I am not sure if it was executed properly and I am not sure if it is considered a biff when it is the back of the head and not the front. It was my pinky and my ring finger but it felt like a biff.
The boy gets into the car after 25 minutes of dragging and clench teeth quiet yelling (my throat still hurts). He is out of breath and so am I! My daughter hasn't even made a peep. Thank God for small favors.
We get home and a friend and her family are walking up my driveway. I tell her candy is on the steps help herself. I tell her about my outing and she walks over to the car. Says, "Come here honey" to the boy. He goes to her. Takes her hand and proceeds to the end of the driveway.
What??? We are going trick-or-fucking-treating? I am shocked. She takes him to the first house holding onto his and her own sons hand. She is whooppping and running with them. I run back to the car. Grab my carriage, the girl, flashlights and glowsticks and proceed to have an awesome time with a well, mannered, well behaved precocious toddler. What the F!!!!!
So..needless to say..what started out as a shitty evening turned into something quite wonderful. Minus the pictures. After the first 45 minutes of my evening I was to drained to pull out a camera. If you know me..you know I love my pictures.
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