In his infinite cute toddler-ness, K surprised us with "that's what I'm talkin' about." Of course, what follows should seal our nomination as Parents of the Year.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
This N That
If only every day was as productive as this:
After getting an early morning call from our daycare provider saying that she was unable to open today due to her daughter possibly having pink-eye, I called off work (but made sure I was accessible if needed).
Then, K and I watched Bob the Builder a few dozen times. After getting antsy, he helped me clean out the refrigerator (and not just move the leftovers around - actually cleaned it!) while feeding the cats more food than they've ever seen in their life.
Once that was done, we went to get the oil changed in my car; look for posters/pictures of planets and spaceships and then went to the children's museum. We played there forever and had a blast! On the way home, we filled up with gas and got a desperately needed car wash.
Now, K is at nap and I'm typing this, still amazed at how much I've accomplished.
I did learn something today, though, about myself as a mom. At the children's museum, there were some older kids (5-6 year olds roughly) and there were a couple times that they would try and push their way in to where K was playing. Well I pushed back! Not literally, but I made sure to let them know they needed to let him (K) have his turn.
Another instance is when I was sitting on the edge of a large play area with cars and K was playing pretty well with 2 other boys. Well, all the sudden K came running toward me red faced and upset. I asked what happened and found out that one of the other boys took the car K was playing with away from him. Well, K and I went right back over and found the car that K was playing with and I told K to take it back and he did. I then sat a bit closer to the "action" in case it should happen again, but thankfully there were no other issues.
So there you go, I'm the mom who will even the score if my son has been cheated. I won't be a b*tch about it, but I'm not going to sit back and let older kids push K around either. You've been warned; and I mean that in the nicest way. :-)
Ta-da! I'm off to collapse infront of the TV for an hour or so because, honestly, after all that we've done today - I freakin' deserve it!
After getting an early morning call from our daycare provider saying that she was unable to open today due to her daughter possibly having pink-eye, I called off work (but made sure I was accessible if needed).
Then, K and I watched Bob the Builder a few dozen times. After getting antsy, he helped me clean out the refrigerator (and not just move the leftovers around - actually cleaned it!) while feeding the cats more food than they've ever seen in their life.
Once that was done, we went to get the oil changed in my car; look for posters/pictures of planets and spaceships and then went to the children's museum. We played there forever and had a blast! On the way home, we filled up with gas and got a desperately needed car wash.
Now, K is at nap and I'm typing this, still amazed at how much I've accomplished.
I did learn something today, though, about myself as a mom. At the children's museum, there were some older kids (5-6 year olds roughly) and there were a couple times that they would try and push their way in to where K was playing. Well I pushed back! Not literally, but I made sure to let them know they needed to let him (K) have his turn.
Another instance is when I was sitting on the edge of a large play area with cars and K was playing pretty well with 2 other boys. Well, all the sudden K came running toward me red faced and upset. I asked what happened and found out that one of the other boys took the car K was playing with away from him. Well, K and I went right back over and found the car that K was playing with and I told K to take it back and he did. I then sat a bit closer to the "action" in case it should happen again, but thankfully there were no other issues.
So there you go, I'm the mom who will even the score if my son has been cheated. I won't be a b*tch about it, but I'm not going to sit back and let older kids push K around either. You've been warned; and I mean that in the nicest way. :-)
Ta-da! I'm off to collapse infront of the TV for an hour or so because, honestly, after all that we've done today - I freakin' deserve it!
Monday, February 16, 2009
All Talk
Remember all that happy talk about going potty, etc, etc? Well you can just forget it. Mr. K has decided that he wants no part of it anymore. So were back to the beginning of bribing him to simply sit on the potty with stickers. Heck, I've even tried bribing with money - hmpf! The nerve I must have!
Part of me wants to just let him grow up in diapers and when the kids at school make fun of him, maybe THEN he'll get it. The other part of me says to put him in regular underwear and if he p*es or p*ops in it without even trying to make his way to the potty, then he stays wet for a while. Maybe he'll begin to dislike it enough to take care of business on the freaking potty!
I understand it takes boys a while longer to learn to use the potty, etc, blah, blah, blah - but Mr. K takes it to a whole new level. He flat out refuses. He knows when he has to go; knows exactly what to do, and doesn't even bother to try and go to the potty. What blows my mind is that he is sooooo particular about putting things away "just so", eating on a certain plate: if he had a motto it would be "everything has it's place and a place for everything". You'd think he'd be just as particular with staying dry/clean.
So.......
Part of me wants to just let him grow up in diapers and when the kids at school make fun of him, maybe THEN he'll get it. The other part of me says to put him in regular underwear and if he p*es or p*ops in it without even trying to make his way to the potty, then he stays wet for a while. Maybe he'll begin to dislike it enough to take care of business on the freaking potty!
I understand it takes boys a while longer to learn to use the potty, etc, blah, blah, blah - but Mr. K takes it to a whole new level. He flat out refuses. He knows when he has to go; knows exactly what to do, and doesn't even bother to try and go to the potty. What blows my mind is that he is sooooo particular about putting things away "just so", eating on a certain plate: if he had a motto it would be "everything has it's place and a place for everything". You'd think he'd be just as particular with staying dry/clean.
So.......
Monday, February 2, 2009
I Just Want To...
Potty all the time, potty all the time, potty all the time!
Yes, we are thismuch closer to a potty-trained K. Two times in one night is like a freakin' record! We'll take what we can get, whether it's sitting down or standing up.
Yes, we are thismuch closer to a potty-trained K. Two times in one night is like a freakin' record! We'll take what we can get, whether it's sitting down or standing up.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
French Fry Incident
It began on the drive home from Fast Food Joint.
K has been sick and is now starting to feel better (ie: keep food in his stomach as opposed to the couch and carpet) and as a treat for being such a trooper we went to get him "fries and drink".
On the way home, his tiny stomach growling, K was desperate for a fry. They were still way too hot to hold onto, much less eat. Being the ingenious man that he is, J picked out a fry from the bag and held it outside of the driver's side window to cool off. Once it was satisfactory, he gave it to K to eat and all was well with the world.
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You can't tell me that after visualizing this that you didn't chuckle, even if it was a little bit.
K has been sick and is now starting to feel better (ie: keep food in his stomach as opposed to the couch and carpet) and as a treat for being such a trooper we went to get him "fries and drink".
On the way home, his tiny stomach growling, K was desperate for a fry. They were still way too hot to hold onto, much less eat. Being the ingenious man that he is, J picked out a fry from the bag and held it outside of the driver's side window to cool off. Once it was satisfactory, he gave it to K to eat and all was well with the world.
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You can't tell me that after visualizing this that you didn't chuckle, even if it was a little bit.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Crush
Each day we get notes from preschool that highlight how K's day went.
On today's note, Pre-school Teacher N wrote that K and A (girl) were playing outside together and K gave her a kiss on the cheek. This is the same girl that K occassionally shoves, hits and generally tries to rough-house with.
It must be wuuuuvvv! LOL.
On today's note, Pre-school Teacher N wrote that K and A (girl) were playing outside together and K gave her a kiss on the cheek. This is the same girl that K occassionally shoves, hits and generally tries to rough-house with.
It must be wuuuuvvv! LOL.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Perhaps More To Come
We have p**p in the potty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok, it probably slid out of his b*tt involuntarily more than any effort on K's part (due to a cold virus reaking havoc on him) - but hey, a p**p is a p**p and we celebrate ANYTHING going into the potty right now!
Ok, it probably slid out of his b*tt involuntarily more than any effort on K's part (due to a cold virus reaking havoc on him) - but hey, a p**p is a p**p and we celebrate ANYTHING going into the potty right now!
Monday, January 19, 2009
Mantra
Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful
Some things have been brought to my attention (within my extended family) and I yearn for the same incredibly amazing fortune that I see around me; that seems to elude me.
And I'm forced to remember what I'm mentioned a mere 2 weeks ago - to NOT try to keep up with everyone else (because let's face it, my emotions can't keep up, much less my credit cards) and to be grateful for what I do have because it could be soooo much worse!
Thus is my mantra and I have to keep repeating it right now, because I feel slighted. I feel that the more I work and strive, the more someone else reaps the blessings.
Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful
Some things have been brought to my attention (within my extended family) and I yearn for the same incredibly amazing fortune that I see around me; that seems to elude me.
And I'm forced to remember what I'm mentioned a mere 2 weeks ago - to NOT try to keep up with everyone else (because let's face it, my emotions can't keep up, much less my credit cards) and to be grateful for what I do have because it could be soooo much worse!
Thus is my mantra and I have to keep repeating it right now, because I feel slighted. I feel that the more I work and strive, the more someone else reaps the blessings.
Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful Be grateful
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
B-e-h-i-n-d
And not the kind you're thinking of!
I need to say a proper "thank you" to DD for the christmas card that she sent to little ol' me. Although, I think you were waaaaay too generous with your comments. :-)
Oh, and you read correctly; I typed christmas card.
See, I told you I was behind. I would've said I'm late, but then there'd be the whole converstation:
late?
yes.
late?
yes.
how late is late?
(you see where I'm going with this, I hope)
I need to say a proper "thank you" to DD for the christmas card that she sent to little ol' me. Although, I think you were waaaaay too generous with your comments. :-)
Oh, and you read correctly; I typed christmas card.
See, I told you I was behind. I would've said I'm late, but then there'd be the whole converstation:
late?
yes.
late?
yes.
how late is late?
(you see where I'm going with this, I hope)
Saturday, January 3, 2009
On a rainy Saturday afternoon, we went to see:
Friday, January 2, 2009
Hug the Moon
Looking out the bedroom window, still pre-dawn:
K: Mommy, look at the moon!
S: Oh, I see it.
K: I want up to see it.
I pick him up and we move closer to the window, the moon shining full, bright and close.
K: I want to hug it.
S: Lets do that. Put your arms out wide and give it a hug.
Little arms open, his body leans forward a bit, he hugs the moon.
S: Blow it a kiss
Smooch! We blow kisses to the moon.
K: Mommy, look at the moon!
S: Oh, I see it.
K: I want up to see it.
I pick him up and we move closer to the window, the moon shining full, bright and close.
K: I want to hug it.
S: Lets do that. Put your arms out wide and give it a hug.
Little arms open, his body leans forward a bit, he hugs the moon.
S: Blow it a kiss
Smooch! We blow kisses to the moon.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Guess
iCarly
Drake & Josh
Sponge Bob Squarepants
Can you guess what the channel of choice is in our home? Can you guess who watches these shows (& it's not who you'd think)?
Drake & Josh
Sponge Bob Squarepants
Can you guess what the channel of choice is in our home? Can you guess who watches these shows (& it's not who you'd think)?
To The Man Who Past Me On My Run
While I don't know who you are and you have no idea who I am, when you smiled at me and gave your "Bravo" clap as I was huffing and puffing out the last steps of my jog - thank you.
There was a sincerity about the way you did it that, well, it was just nice.
There was a sincerity about the way you did it that, well, it was just nice.
In The Midst
These past few months, I've come to the realization that I've been trying to live up to other people's expectations. From the camera I buy, the books I read, to where I shop. It's been all about being/having the right thing. I can't keep up. It makes me miserable. Not to mention, the expectations change every week.
So, I'm in the midst of not giving a damn and just doing what's right for me and my family. I'm not even talking about my in-laws or extended family - just J, K and I.
It's a long time coming and I haven't mastered the art of not giving a f*ck quite yet, but I'm getting there. And I'm getting happier about it.
So, I'm in the midst of not giving a damn and just doing what's right for me and my family. I'm not even talking about my in-laws or extended family - just J, K and I.
It's a long time coming and I haven't mastered the art of not giving a f*ck quite yet, but I'm getting there. And I'm getting happier about it.
Why, You Ask?
When I lived on my own I relished being able to decorate my apartment any way I wanted to:
Move the couch? Why not!
Change the red curtains to blue? Sure!
String white christmas lights across the ceiling? What ambiance!
Over the years of being married and having a child, I've had to calm my inner "Change it all!" Since I can't move furniture or change the entire color scheme of the bathrooms on a whim, my only respite is my blog.
So, here we go for the new year.
Move the couch? Why not!
Change the red curtains to blue? Sure!
String white christmas lights across the ceiling? What ambiance!
Over the years of being married and having a child, I've had to calm my inner "Change it all!" Since I can't move furniture or change the entire color scheme of the bathrooms on a whim, my only respite is my blog.
So, here we go for the new year.
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