You know the stuff...the liquid that basically says if you aren't near your bed prior to taking it that you better hope wherever you are at is pretty comfortable. The stuff that tells you not to operate machinery or a vehicle and don't even attempt to walk a straight line while taking it. The stuff that warns you not to even try to pick your nose without someone keeping your hand steady so you don't poke an eye out. Your friend and mine....NyQuil!
Yes friends.....BY DOSE IS STUBBED UB! In fact....every human in my house has a head cold. WAHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Little D sounds like a frog and is loving it. He keeps making noises just to hear his own voice. He is having way to much fun with this. Princess Grabby Hands just doesn't have it in her to grab anything. You know she has to be super sick when that happens. I am ready to strap a permanent bucket under each nose to catch the drips. Papa bear is sneezing so hard that he blows the garbage cans across the street. He shouldn't be Papa bear...he should be The Big Bad Wolf who will blow this house down.
And me you ask? I have a nose that weighs approximately the same as a Tyrannosaurus Rex! Where the heck does all this snot come from? I blow my nose and 2 seconds later it is at capacity again! I should take stock in Kleenex if I continue at this rate. >>>Mental Note...see what stock in Kleenex is going for...<<<
Of course LD is just as rambunctious as ever. That child will never wear down. If I could have 1/16th of the energy that boy has I could make millions selling it! It's like living with Ricochet Rabbit! If you know who that is...you are old like me! LOL
PGH is looking pitiful. She even took TWO...count them...TWO NAPS today. One in bed and one on Pops. I've never seen a more pitiful looking child. Either she is really sick or she knows how to play it to the hilt!
Papa is fairing better then the rest of us. He just has a bit of a stuffy nose and some sneezing. How does he rate? Why does he get the minimal amount of icky feeling? Where is my "little" cold? Why don't I have just a "little" cold? NOOOOOOOOOOOO I have to have a sore throat, sneezing, congestion, eyes that feel like someone threw cat litter in them and am ready to pass out if I sit still for more then 10 seconds. NO FAIR!
If this makes any sense at all it will be a miracle since I took my green death friend about 10 minutes ago.
Well, I must find a mattress. If I don't, I will end up falling asleep while writing thizzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Friday, August 31, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Bless you mommy! Bless me too!
Just call us the house of sickies! Little D had a raspy voice, runny nose and sneezing yesterday. I've been sniffling all over today. Princess Grabby Hands is teething which is never a happy occasion EVER! Add to that....I think I had a touch of food poisoning, but I won't go into the gory details! Aren't you just so happy about that?
LD was sneezing everywhere yesterday so I kept telling him BLESS YOU SWEETIE! After a while he would say BLESS ME before I even had a chance. I would follow it up with YES, BLESS YOU!
Today it's mommy with the nose 'o' sneezes! I feel like someone strapped a whole container of pepper to my nose. Every time I sneezed, LD would say very loudly BLESS YOU MOMMY! BLESS ME TOO!
Ya gotta laugh at that! I guess he was covering his bases just in case! The kid is REALLY blessed!
The really big kid in my house (the one I call hubby) always tells me to take an ANTI HISSY TAB! I get the generic antihistitabs from Wallyworld (b/c the name brand is just too darn expensive). I get really bad sinus headaches sometimes which makes me crabby. (don't know why...aren't I supposed to be all sunshine and lollypops?) Hubby tells me if I take the anti HISSY tabs that I won't HISS at him so much! Yes....I literally do hiss at him when given the chance and I'm in a crabby mood! I feel it's better then yelling or telling him off! LOL
Hopefully we are all sniffle and sneeze free tomorrow. Probably will be just fine only for the simple fact that the kids have a check up tomorrow so they have to prove me a liar that they were ever sick! It never fails! The kids have some really nasty cold or rash or whatever and the second we get into the doctor, they look like a picture of perfect health! You know they have to do it just to spite me! LOL
PGH has had a horrible rash from teething all week and guess what is almost gone tonight? You guessed it! Of course it won't show up when she is on the way to the doctors! That would make sense! I just know that somehow they are doing this on purpose! I don't know how but they have to be! They are kids, they are capable of ANYTHING!
Don't put anything past a toddler!!!! Not even curing their own illness to make you look like a loony mom!
LD was sneezing everywhere yesterday so I kept telling him BLESS YOU SWEETIE! After a while he would say BLESS ME before I even had a chance. I would follow it up with YES, BLESS YOU!
Today it's mommy with the nose 'o' sneezes! I feel like someone strapped a whole container of pepper to my nose. Every time I sneezed, LD would say very loudly BLESS YOU MOMMY! BLESS ME TOO!
Ya gotta laugh at that! I guess he was covering his bases just in case! The kid is REALLY blessed!
The really big kid in my house (the one I call hubby) always tells me to take an ANTI HISSY TAB! I get the generic antihistitabs from Wallyworld (b/c the name brand is just too darn expensive). I get really bad sinus headaches sometimes which makes me crabby. (don't know why...aren't I supposed to be all sunshine and lollypops?) Hubby tells me if I take the anti HISSY tabs that I won't HISS at him so much! Yes....I literally do hiss at him when given the chance and I'm in a crabby mood! I feel it's better then yelling or telling him off! LOL
Hopefully we are all sniffle and sneeze free tomorrow. Probably will be just fine only for the simple fact that the kids have a check up tomorrow so they have to prove me a liar that they were ever sick! It never fails! The kids have some really nasty cold or rash or whatever and the second we get into the doctor, they look like a picture of perfect health! You know they have to do it just to spite me! LOL
PGH has had a horrible rash from teething all week and guess what is almost gone tonight? You guessed it! Of course it won't show up when she is on the way to the doctors! That would make sense! I just know that somehow they are doing this on purpose! I don't know how but they have to be! They are kids, they are capable of ANYTHING!
Don't put anything past a toddler!!!! Not even curing their own illness to make you look like a loony mom!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Lifehouse 'Everything' (A serious note)
This video sums up my life. A friend of mine gave me this link to this video. I would never have thought it would be a video about me in so many ways. I just sob every time I watch it (which has been about 4 times today at least so far).
I have been down that road of many temptations after being raised a good Christian girl as a child. I could have said no but the temptations were very appealing and I made wrong choices. I went down the road of my own accord...it didn't just "happen" to me. I wasn't a victim that just stood there and let people make me do things. I was a mess who made my own bed and had to lie in it. I have just come out of a year long depression where I hit rock bottom and couldn't even enjoy my marriage or children anymore. I was just numb and went through life as if I were already dead. I had put most of my horrid past behind me many years ago but the feelings that put me down that road left scars all over my heart.
I am now filled with the spirit. I had to fight to get back but once I wanted it in my heart, God made it easier for me to get there. I now am filled with His glory and am living a beautiful life no matter what stresses surround me. I have complete faith once again and that is what this video represents to me. It seems very straight forward with theology to me. God does not just give you the life you want because you want it. You have to come to Him and fill yourself up with His love to get back the life you truly should have! Once He sees that you have been completely truthful with Him and are fighting the temptations that you once succumbed to, He comes to you and helps you resist those temptations and saves you from the wreckage that was your former life.
I can see my life clearly in this video. I was amazed by God as a child. I was tempted to do wrong things including lie, cheat, steal, drugs...the list of things that I could not admit to anyone (not even myself) goes on and on. I pretended it wasn't me who lived that life. I shoved the shame and memories of it to the back of my mind not wanting anyone to see who I really had been. I was only fooling myself because my God knew all that I had done. I was depressed and miserable. I didn't see any way through the blackness. I never considered suicide but my heart was already dying. Once I admitted to Him my sins and asked for Him to take me back, I realized the choices I was making made my own life miserable and there was only one answer. I fought to return to Him I fought hard and pleaded with our Creator to take control of my life back because I didn't deserve to have any control over it anymore. I was just fooling myself to think I ever had control of it to begin with. Only my Creator should be in control and I begged for Him to release me from my own self destruction. I cried hard on that day two short months ago in my van as I drove along to nowhere not wanting to go home right then. I knew that I needed to give my life to Him. Only my Lord Jesus could take my pain away and only my Lord Jesus could redeem my soul.
Once I finally had gotten it in my heart that He is the only one who could save me from myself then our Lord met me the rest of the way as he did for the girl in this video. She fought her way back to him and just when she could be beaten no more but was tired from the fight, He came to save her and bring her back to His protective embrace of nothing but love. That was me. I fought hard and once God saw that I wanted Him but had no fight left in me, He drew me up in His arms and said "I'll take it from here, you just follow." I was trying hard but still stumbling along.
I was in church a few weeks later listening to a sermon about Biblical Outlaws (Those that did not follow the crowd and did what they felt was right instead). The sermon by Pastor Bob that day included an example between the show "Flip This House" and what Pastor Bob was challenging us to do.... "Flip This Life." By the end of the sermon I knew the Pastor was talking directly to me. The final song was being sung and I just sat there. Before I could get to the refrain, my voice could no longer sing and I was in tears in my husbands arms crying so hard that I could feel everything for the first time in a long time. I knew right then that Jesus collected me up in His arms and said "Trust in Me and I will lead you to where you need to go." My life has not been the same ever since that day. I can walk high with Jesus by my side and see all the glory around me. My husband and I have not fought in a month. We are having struggles with other parts of life but God is showing us His plan and we are accepting it without doubt. We are not stressed even though my husband is unemployed. We are not stressed even though our son has a disability. We are not stressed while dealing with two rambunctious toddlers in our house. We are rejoicing that we are together and that God is in our home. We are rejoicing that our son is progressing wonderfully and we love him just the way he is. We are rejoicing that God blessed us with two beautiful children after we struggled through infertility and losses. God is truly good ALL THE TIME!
This video is beautiful and such a witness to knowing that anyone can get redemption if they seek it from our gracious Lord! I have and I now feel blessed each day I am here on this earth. I am trying to walk in our wonderful God's footsteps as closely as I can. I know I will stumble and fall because I am human but I know that He will pick me back up and help me walk with him again.Please watch this video and let it touch you as it has me. It reinforced my strength and love for God. It made me realize the fight to stay in his path is never ending but I will not let myself get to the point of being so far from Him that I can no longer see his face. If His face begins to fade, I will know that I am doing something wrong and race back to his path! God bless you and keep you for all eternity!
http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5
I have been down that road of many temptations after being raised a good Christian girl as a child. I could have said no but the temptations were very appealing and I made wrong choices. I went down the road of my own accord...it didn't just "happen" to me. I wasn't a victim that just stood there and let people make me do things. I was a mess who made my own bed and had to lie in it. I have just come out of a year long depression where I hit rock bottom and couldn't even enjoy my marriage or children anymore. I was just numb and went through life as if I were already dead. I had put most of my horrid past behind me many years ago but the feelings that put me down that road left scars all over my heart.
I am now filled with the spirit. I had to fight to get back but once I wanted it in my heart, God made it easier for me to get there. I now am filled with His glory and am living a beautiful life no matter what stresses surround me. I have complete faith once again and that is what this video represents to me. It seems very straight forward with theology to me. God does not just give you the life you want because you want it. You have to come to Him and fill yourself up with His love to get back the life you truly should have! Once He sees that you have been completely truthful with Him and are fighting the temptations that you once succumbed to, He comes to you and helps you resist those temptations and saves you from the wreckage that was your former life.
I can see my life clearly in this video. I was amazed by God as a child. I was tempted to do wrong things including lie, cheat, steal, drugs...the list of things that I could not admit to anyone (not even myself) goes on and on. I pretended it wasn't me who lived that life. I shoved the shame and memories of it to the back of my mind not wanting anyone to see who I really had been. I was only fooling myself because my God knew all that I had done. I was depressed and miserable. I didn't see any way through the blackness. I never considered suicide but my heart was already dying. Once I admitted to Him my sins and asked for Him to take me back, I realized the choices I was making made my own life miserable and there was only one answer. I fought to return to Him I fought hard and pleaded with our Creator to take control of my life back because I didn't deserve to have any control over it anymore. I was just fooling myself to think I ever had control of it to begin with. Only my Creator should be in control and I begged for Him to release me from my own self destruction. I cried hard on that day two short months ago in my van as I drove along to nowhere not wanting to go home right then. I knew that I needed to give my life to Him. Only my Lord Jesus could take my pain away and only my Lord Jesus could redeem my soul.
Once I finally had gotten it in my heart that He is the only one who could save me from myself then our Lord met me the rest of the way as he did for the girl in this video. She fought her way back to him and just when she could be beaten no more but was tired from the fight, He came to save her and bring her back to His protective embrace of nothing but love. That was me. I fought hard and once God saw that I wanted Him but had no fight left in me, He drew me up in His arms and said "I'll take it from here, you just follow." I was trying hard but still stumbling along.
I was in church a few weeks later listening to a sermon about Biblical Outlaws (Those that did not follow the crowd and did what they felt was right instead). The sermon by Pastor Bob that day included an example between the show "Flip This House" and what Pastor Bob was challenging us to do.... "Flip This Life." By the end of the sermon I knew the Pastor was talking directly to me. The final song was being sung and I just sat there. Before I could get to the refrain, my voice could no longer sing and I was in tears in my husbands arms crying so hard that I could feel everything for the first time in a long time. I knew right then that Jesus collected me up in His arms and said "Trust in Me and I will lead you to where you need to go." My life has not been the same ever since that day. I can walk high with Jesus by my side and see all the glory around me. My husband and I have not fought in a month. We are having struggles with other parts of life but God is showing us His plan and we are accepting it without doubt. We are not stressed even though my husband is unemployed. We are not stressed even though our son has a disability. We are not stressed while dealing with two rambunctious toddlers in our house. We are rejoicing that we are together and that God is in our home. We are rejoicing that our son is progressing wonderfully and we love him just the way he is. We are rejoicing that God blessed us with two beautiful children after we struggled through infertility and losses. God is truly good ALL THE TIME!
This video is beautiful and such a witness to knowing that anyone can get redemption if they seek it from our gracious Lord! I have and I now feel blessed each day I am here on this earth. I am trying to walk in our wonderful God's footsteps as closely as I can. I know I will stumble and fall because I am human but I know that He will pick me back up and help me walk with him again.Please watch this video and let it touch you as it has me. It reinforced my strength and love for God. It made me realize the fight to stay in his path is never ending but I will not let myself get to the point of being so far from Him that I can no longer see his face. If His face begins to fade, I will know that I am doing something wrong and race back to his path! God bless you and keep you for all eternity!
http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5
Monday, August 27, 2007
My New Step Stool
Princess Grabby Hands has been a climber more then usual lately. She loves to get on the couch to look out the front window. PGH is still too little to get up there on her own so she finds ways to climb.
Today she decided that Little D would make a great step stool! As LD was spread out on his side playing with cars, PGH crawled right over him toward the couch. It took LD a whole minute of her climbing on him before reacting.
I hear "HEYYYYYYYY OWWWWWW NOOOOOOOO OFF ME!" We look over to find PGH's feet digging in LD's ribs while trying to scoot her way over the edge of the couch. She finally got her chubby knees over the cushion and squealed with delight at her achievement and then proceeded to destroy mommy's vertical blinds! Wasn't that nice of her?
The funny part is, LD never once pushed her down or moved from his position. Either he is a stubborn mule or he will let women walk all over him his whole life! Either way, it can't be good! I guess he had his day in the sun with using the dog for a step stool so he was just taking his turn as one!
Today she decided that Little D would make a great step stool! As LD was spread out on his side playing with cars, PGH crawled right over him toward the couch. It took LD a whole minute of her climbing on him before reacting.
I hear "HEYYYYYYYY OWWWWWW NOOOOOOOO OFF ME!" We look over to find PGH's feet digging in LD's ribs while trying to scoot her way over the edge of the couch. She finally got her chubby knees over the cushion and squealed with delight at her achievement and then proceeded to destroy mommy's vertical blinds! Wasn't that nice of her?
The funny part is, LD never once pushed her down or moved from his position. Either he is a stubborn mule or he will let women walk all over him his whole life! Either way, it can't be good! I guess he had his day in the sun with using the dog for a step stool so he was just taking his turn as one!
Saturday, August 25, 2007
WELCOME TO HOLLAND
These are two of my favorite writings. As a mother with an autistic child, this really hits home!
Welcome to Holland!
by Emily Pearl Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel.
It's like this . . . When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Michalangelo David, the gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes and says, "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?" you say. "What do you mean Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy." But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place. So you go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned." The pain of that will never go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you will never be free to enjoy the very special, very lovely things about Holland.
Celebrating Holland- I'm Home
By Cathy Anthony (my follow-up to the original \Welcome to Holland\ by Emily Perl Kingsley)
I have been in Holland for over a decade now. It has become home. I have had time to catch my breath, to settle and adjust, to accept something different than I'd planned.I reflect back on those years of past when I had first landed in Holland. I remember clearly my shock, my fear, my anger, the pain and uncertainty. In those first few years, I tried to get back to Italy as planned, but Holland was where I was to stay. Today, I can say how far I have come on this unexpected journey. I have learned so much more. But, this too has been a journey of time.
I worked hard. I bought new guidebooks. I learned a new language and I slowly found my way around this new land. I have met others whose plans had changed like mine, and who could share my experience. We supported one another and some have become very special friends.
Some of these fellow travelers had been in Holland longer than I and were seasoned guides, assisting me along the way. Many have encouraged me. Many have taught me to open my eyes to the wonder and gifts to behold in this new land. I have discovered a community of caring. Holland wasn't so bad.
I think that Holland is used to wayward travelers like me and grew to become a land of hospitality, reaching out to welcome, to assist and to support newcomers like me in this new land. Over the years, I've wondered what life would have been like if I'd landed in Italy as planned. Would life have been easier? Would it have been as rewarding? Would I have learned some of the important lessons I hold today?
Sure, this journey has been more challenging and at times I would (and still do) stomp my feet and cry out in frustration and protest. And, yes, Holland is slower paced than Italy and less flashy than Italy, but this too has been an unexpected gift. I have learned to slow down in ways too and look closer at things, with a new appreciation for the remarkable beauty of Holland with its tulips, windmills and Rembrandts.
I have come to love Holland and call it Home.
I have become a world traveler and discovered that it doesn't matter where you land. What's more important is what you make of your journey and how you see and enjoy the very special, the very lovely, things that Holland, or any land, has to offer.
Yes, over a decade ago I landed in a place I hadn't planned. Yet I am thankful, for this destination has been richer than I could have imagined!
Welcome to Holland!
by Emily Pearl Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel.
It's like this . . . When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Michalangelo David, the gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes and says, "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?" you say. "What do you mean Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy." But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place. So you go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned." The pain of that will never go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you will never be free to enjoy the very special, very lovely things about Holland.
Celebrating Holland- I'm Home
By Cathy Anthony (my follow-up to the original \Welcome to Holland\ by Emily Perl Kingsley)
I have been in Holland for over a decade now. It has become home. I have had time to catch my breath, to settle and adjust, to accept something different than I'd planned.I reflect back on those years of past when I had first landed in Holland. I remember clearly my shock, my fear, my anger, the pain and uncertainty. In those first few years, I tried to get back to Italy as planned, but Holland was where I was to stay. Today, I can say how far I have come on this unexpected journey. I have learned so much more. But, this too has been a journey of time.
I worked hard. I bought new guidebooks. I learned a new language and I slowly found my way around this new land. I have met others whose plans had changed like mine, and who could share my experience. We supported one another and some have become very special friends.
Some of these fellow travelers had been in Holland longer than I and were seasoned guides, assisting me along the way. Many have encouraged me. Many have taught me to open my eyes to the wonder and gifts to behold in this new land. I have discovered a community of caring. Holland wasn't so bad.
I think that Holland is used to wayward travelers like me and grew to become a land of hospitality, reaching out to welcome, to assist and to support newcomers like me in this new land. Over the years, I've wondered what life would have been like if I'd landed in Italy as planned. Would life have been easier? Would it have been as rewarding? Would I have learned some of the important lessons I hold today?
Sure, this journey has been more challenging and at times I would (and still do) stomp my feet and cry out in frustration and protest. And, yes, Holland is slower paced than Italy and less flashy than Italy, but this too has been an unexpected gift. I have learned to slow down in ways too and look closer at things, with a new appreciation for the remarkable beauty of Holland with its tulips, windmills and Rembrandts.
I have come to love Holland and call it Home.
I have become a world traveler and discovered that it doesn't matter where you land. What's more important is what you make of your journey and how you see and enjoy the very special, the very lovely, things that Holland, or any land, has to offer.
Yes, over a decade ago I landed in a place I hadn't planned. Yet I am thankful, for this destination has been richer than I could have imagined!
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
MOMMY MOMMY BELCH
My husband, like any good daddy to a little boy, enjoys teaching Little D that belching is an extremely hilarious activity. Many times I catch him telling LD to come over to him because he has a secret. The secret is always a huge belch in his ear followed by roaring laughter. All I can say is thank GOD I have a little girl to EWWWWWWWWW at both of them with me!
Flash back to last summer. My sweet 19 month old LD is in the shopping cart at the grocery store. I am waddling behind the cart, approximately 400 months pregnant. Ok…a tad exaggeration….only 300 months pregnant. I happened to actually be 8 months pregnant and not realizing that I would be having our sweet Princess Grabby Hands before the end of the week. Not that this fact has to do with anything about to happen but I just needed as much sympathy that only a woman carrying her pregnancy between her knees can gather.
Back to the story. So here is sweet LD in the shopping cart. Mommy pushing and daddy following up close behind seeing what goodies he can swoop into the cart without me looking. Conversation is as follows:
LD: MOMMY MOMMY! (one of only about 12 words the child can speak at this point)
ME: Hold on sweetie.
LD: MOMMY MOMMY!
ME: In a minute.
LD: MOMMY MOMMY!
ME: What D? (wondering what could be so important that he needs to keep shouting this at me)
LD: BBBEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHH (yes, he did a man sized belch that he needed me to pay attention to)
I look back to glare at the OTHER SON I have behind me (you know…that overgrown one that I'm married to that will never grow up even when he’s 80). I find him holding onto a store shelf laughing with tears in his eyes. Behind him are two teenage girls giggling and in front of me is a man and his son laughing.
Oh the joy of being a mommy to a little boy!
Flash back to last summer. My sweet 19 month old LD is in the shopping cart at the grocery store. I am waddling behind the cart, approximately 400 months pregnant. Ok…a tad exaggeration….only 300 months pregnant. I happened to actually be 8 months pregnant and not realizing that I would be having our sweet Princess Grabby Hands before the end of the week. Not that this fact has to do with anything about to happen but I just needed as much sympathy that only a woman carrying her pregnancy between her knees can gather.
Back to the story. So here is sweet LD in the shopping cart. Mommy pushing and daddy following up close behind seeing what goodies he can swoop into the cart without me looking. Conversation is as follows:
LD: MOMMY MOMMY! (one of only about 12 words the child can speak at this point)
ME: Hold on sweetie.
LD: MOMMY MOMMY!
ME: In a minute.
LD: MOMMY MOMMY!
ME: What D? (wondering what could be so important that he needs to keep shouting this at me)
LD: BBBEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHH (yes, he did a man sized belch that he needed me to pay attention to)
I look back to glare at the OTHER SON I have behind me (you know…that overgrown one that I'm married to that will never grow up even when he’s 80). I find him holding onto a store shelf laughing with tears in his eyes. Behind him are two teenage girls giggling and in front of me is a man and his son laughing.
Oh the joy of being a mommy to a little boy!
Out of the mouths of babes
“It’s scumsus (scrumptious) mommy! DEWISUS! (delicious)” Only my Little D! I guess that grilled cheese sandwich was that darn good! That 2 ½ year old has a way with words!
I don’t know where he gets it but he is one of a kind. One of what kind I am not sure yet. When God made this child, He sure broke the mold. I’m glad! I want to be selfish and keep this goofy kid all to myself!
LD asks me for a drink. I get a sport water bottle for him. Dialogue goes as follows:
LD: HOW BOUT CHOCWIT (chocolate) MILK MOMMY?
ME: No, you will have water, you've already had chocolate milk.
LD: I HAVE AN IDEA! (while putting his pointer finger up in the air)
ME: And what is your idea?
LD: HOW BOUT CHOCWIT MILK?
ME: No, how about water or nothing?
LD: THINKING (putting finger on his chin)
ME: Well??? Putting water back in 5 seconds if you don't take it.
LD: I HAVE AN IDEA! (again putting his pointer finger up in the air)
ME: And what is your idea?
LD: HOW BOUT WATEW? (water)
ME: Fine...water it is.
Now why couldn't he have just taken that in the first place. Always the long way around with this one!
He is full of a million of them! Here are some exerpts that come to mind that he has said recently:
I don’t know where he gets it but he is one of a kind. One of what kind I am not sure yet. When God made this child, He sure broke the mold. I’m glad! I want to be selfish and keep this goofy kid all to myself!
LD asks me for a drink. I get a sport water bottle for him. Dialogue goes as follows:
LD: HOW BOUT CHOCWIT (chocolate) MILK MOMMY?
ME: No, you will have water, you've already had chocolate milk.
LD: I HAVE AN IDEA! (while putting his pointer finger up in the air)
ME: And what is your idea?
LD: HOW BOUT CHOCWIT MILK?
ME: No, how about water or nothing?
LD: THINKING (putting finger on his chin)
ME: Well??? Putting water back in 5 seconds if you don't take it.
LD: I HAVE AN IDEA! (again putting his pointer finger up in the air)
ME: And what is your idea?
LD: HOW BOUT WATEW? (water)
ME: Fine...water it is.
Now why couldn't he have just taken that in the first place. Always the long way around with this one!
He is full of a million of them! Here are some exerpts that come to mind that he has said recently:
- I'm sitting in the living room crocheting. Little D comes running out of his room and stands in front of me. He smiles the biggest, toothy grin I have ever seen on him. Then he shouts "OH NO! I NEED BRACES MOMMY!!!" and runs off. WHAT????? Where did he learn that dirty, expensive word?
- LD is looking for his sandals. He has no clue where he put them. Thanks to his shoe fetish (loves to line shoes up around the house) he has moved them somewhere and has forgotten where. As he looks I hear "SANDALS WHERE ARE YOU I'M YOUR D!" Let's just say mommy hasn't laughed so hard in ages.
- Almost every time LD cries he has to declare "I'M CRYING!" Like we can't tell?
- LD's first full paragraph spoken: "NO NO! NO TOUCH DITTER! (sister) MINE!! YOU GO MOMMY NOW!!"
- Spoken to his occupational therapist upon trying to get between her and the wall (and no, she is not a heavy person....she's rather thin actually): "YOU A BIG PEWSON (person) MISS RONNIE!"
- The ever famous "ME NOT CHICKENS" is always popular. LD says this often and we have no idea what he means by that.
- LD also went through a whole day saying DUCK SPIT over and over. Your guess is as good as mine. I wasn't even aware that ducks could spit!
He is mine all mine! I'll share him here but you can't have him! What a character!
Princess Grabby Hands needs more fiber!
I know…you wonder where are the posts about Princess Grabby Hands….The 1 year old wonder! She is more subdued. Laid back little gal.
PGH doesn’t want to walk because she can get where she is going much faster on her hands and knees. She can, mind you, but just won’t. I have no clue where she gets her stubbornness from! (Ducking away from point fingers now)
Princess Grabby Hands is called such because she can grab everything in a 10 mile radius with those little paws before you can even blink! The child can pick a tiny speck the size of a pin head off of the carpet and get it into her mouth just seconds after I vacuum!
PGH will eat anything and everything. Let’s just say that there are some days I am just happy she got into one thing and not the other. Case in point:
One day I hear silence. No….not nap time. Trouble is brewing most likely. Just as I am about to get up to look for Thing one and Thing two, Little D comes flying into the living room brushing his hair with a toilet brush. THANK GOD IT WAS ONLY A WEEK OLD AND ONLY USED ONCE! EWWWWWWWWW!!!!!
All at once I panic! I now realize the kids got into the bathroom. I run in there to see PGH on the floor surrounded by toilet paper still attached to the roll on the wall but strewn throughout the bathroom. A wad of TP was in her mouth. Just as I was about to freak out, I realized that she was only about a foot away from the cat box. It was at that moment I realized that a little extra TP fiber in the diet is not bad compared with what she could be eating! The thought of cat box tootsie rolls in her mouth just makes me want to heave! I am so glad LD got her preoccupied with TP so she didn’t even notice the cat box!
I guess this is a “don’t sweat the small stuff” moment. I know with those two there will be many chances to be partners in crime! When you have two kids only a year and a half apart, anything can happen! Brace yourself Mommy….you’re in for a long ride! LOL
PGH doesn’t want to walk because she can get where she is going much faster on her hands and knees. She can, mind you, but just won’t. I have no clue where she gets her stubbornness from! (Ducking away from point fingers now)
Princess Grabby Hands is called such because she can grab everything in a 10 mile radius with those little paws before you can even blink! The child can pick a tiny speck the size of a pin head off of the carpet and get it into her mouth just seconds after I vacuum!
PGH will eat anything and everything. Let’s just say that there are some days I am just happy she got into one thing and not the other. Case in point:
One day I hear silence. No….not nap time. Trouble is brewing most likely. Just as I am about to get up to look for Thing one and Thing two, Little D comes flying into the living room brushing his hair with a toilet brush. THANK GOD IT WAS ONLY A WEEK OLD AND ONLY USED ONCE! EWWWWWWWWW!!!!!
All at once I panic! I now realize the kids got into the bathroom. I run in there to see PGH on the floor surrounded by toilet paper still attached to the roll on the wall but strewn throughout the bathroom. A wad of TP was in her mouth. Just as I was about to freak out, I realized that she was only about a foot away from the cat box. It was at that moment I realized that a little extra TP fiber in the diet is not bad compared with what she could be eating! The thought of cat box tootsie rolls in her mouth just makes me want to heave! I am so glad LD got her preoccupied with TP so she didn’t even notice the cat box!
I guess this is a “don’t sweat the small stuff” moment. I know with those two there will be many chances to be partners in crime! When you have two kids only a year and a half apart, anything can happen! Brace yourself Mommy….you’re in for a long ride! LOL
HEY GUYS! WHAT'S GOING ON?
Setting the scene last night:
8:30 pm. Little D and Princess Grabby Hands have been in bed for an hour and a half now. While PGH is snoozing, I hear LD counting loudly in his bedroom. My guess is as good as yours. Maybe he’s counting sheep….who knows!
I’m sitting at the computer and daddy is washing dishes. Yes…some men actually do wash dishes and aren’t I one of the lucky one’s to have found one? Ok…so it was a deal that he had to do the dishes after he broke my new dishwasher so it’s not because he likes to do them. I always jokingly remind him that NO MAN WAS EVER SHOT WHILE DOING THE DISHES to which he just rolls his eyes at me….but I digress….
Ok…sitting at computer, hubby doing dishes. All of a sudden we hear “HEY GUYS! WHAT GOING ON?” We both turn to see a little 3’3” frame standing in footed dinosaur jammies with arms stretched out towards both of us. We both look at him and at each other for a full minute before we fully realize that this little person isn’t supposed to be out here. A grin on Little D’s face that could out shine a Cheshire cat challenges us to hold back our smiles so we don’t encourage him.
ME: What are you doing out here?
LD: I wuv you mommy.
ME: I love you too but you are supposed to be in bed.
LD: What going on?
ME: You going back to bed is what’s going on!
LD: (crawling on my lap and proceeding to kiss me 4 times on the lips) Wuv you mommy.
DAD: No kissing up to mommy. Off to bed with you.
LD: Wuv you daddy.
DAD: Love you too but you still have to go back to bed.
LD: Mommy!
ME: BED KIDDO!!!
LD: NIGHT NIGHT GUYS!
ME and DAD: Love you! Night night!
LD: (as we are shutting the door) ONE TWO FEE POUR PIVE SITS SEMIN EIGHT NINE TEN LEBIN TELB TERTEEN PERTEEN PITEEN SITSTEEN SEMINTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN MANY…..
Finally off to sleep after about a hundred rounds of counting to twenty!
Ahhhhhh my day is done and it will begin again with Little D and Princess Grabby Hands in the morning!
8:30 pm. Little D and Princess Grabby Hands have been in bed for an hour and a half now. While PGH is snoozing, I hear LD counting loudly in his bedroom. My guess is as good as yours. Maybe he’s counting sheep….who knows!
I’m sitting at the computer and daddy is washing dishes. Yes…some men actually do wash dishes and aren’t I one of the lucky one’s to have found one? Ok…so it was a deal that he had to do the dishes after he broke my new dishwasher so it’s not because he likes to do them. I always jokingly remind him that NO MAN WAS EVER SHOT WHILE DOING THE DISHES to which he just rolls his eyes at me….but I digress….
Ok…sitting at computer, hubby doing dishes. All of a sudden we hear “HEY GUYS! WHAT GOING ON?” We both turn to see a little 3’3” frame standing in footed dinosaur jammies with arms stretched out towards both of us. We both look at him and at each other for a full minute before we fully realize that this little person isn’t supposed to be out here. A grin on Little D’s face that could out shine a Cheshire cat challenges us to hold back our smiles so we don’t encourage him.
ME: What are you doing out here?
LD: I wuv you mommy.
ME: I love you too but you are supposed to be in bed.
LD: What going on?
ME: You going back to bed is what’s going on!
LD: (crawling on my lap and proceeding to kiss me 4 times on the lips) Wuv you mommy.
DAD: No kissing up to mommy. Off to bed with you.
LD: Wuv you daddy.
DAD: Love you too but you still have to go back to bed.
LD: Mommy!
ME: BED KIDDO!!!
LD: NIGHT NIGHT GUYS!
ME and DAD: Love you! Night night!
LD: (as we are shutting the door) ONE TWO FEE POUR PIVE SITS SEMIN EIGHT NINE TEN LEBIN TELB TERTEEN PERTEEN PITEEN SITSTEEN SEMINTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN MANY…..
Finally off to sleep after about a hundred rounds of counting to twenty!
Ahhhhhh my day is done and it will begin again with Little D and Princess Grabby Hands in the morning!
ME NOT CHICKENS!
Never have I heard such dirty words as THOMAS and TRAIN. Oh sure…they sound innocent when they are separated like that. Put them together and you get an addiction so expensive that you need a 12 step program to relieve your child of its grasp.
These words are always trumped by adding another dirty word….TABLE! Again, a very innocent word by itself. You would never think of this word to be of such horror. That is, until you put the word TRAIN in front of it.
So Little D (2 ½ years old) mentions these three words in the same sentence. All he talks about is at least the last two words. He eats, breaths and sleeps the words TRAIN TABLE! Everywhere we go that has one of these instruments of endless amusement, he must touch it….be mesmerized by it.
What does mom and dad do? Just like any good mom and dad of the “my kid needs everything” generation, we go to We Be Toys (name changed to protect the not so innocent) and buy said TRAIN TABLE on Friday afternoon.
After handing over our wallet and telling them to take every dime I have, I arrive home with this monstrosity. LD goes to sleep and we decide to put it together that night so he can wake up to its glorious wonder the next day. After 2+ hours of putting together, making a little town, an oil derrick, bridge, airport, shipping yard, mountain underpass (did I not say my account was empty after this) and anything else you can imagine, my child now has this wonderful thing called a TRAIN TABLE!
Fast forward to Saturday morning. LD is awake. Dad goes to get him while I wait in the front room with video cam in hand. Can’t even think to miss this as a video moment! LD comes out into the living room with eyes all aglow (sounding like a Christmas moment here) and screams with delight “OH MY GOODESS…..TWAIN TABLE…..A TWAIN TABLE.” Truly the Kodak moment we were hoping for.
LD spends every waking moment the whole next two days playing with this beautiful toy. In between eating and fending off baby sister Princess Grabby Hands (1 year old), he seems to be in his glory. I am in heaven just having a two days of quiet and being able to hear myself think for the first time in 2 ½ years! Ahhhhh….this is better then a Calgone moment!
Fast forward again to two weeks later. The ever wanted TRAIN TABLE now sits in his room. Trains are everywhere except on the table. I think there is one in his pajama drawer. Don’t ask. This expensive paper weight has all the delight and enjoyment of a neutered cat 1 hour after surgery. LD is running around like crazy again and I tell him to play trains. The following is our conversation:
ME: Play with your trains sweetie. Look…CHOO CHOO (futile attempt to be entertaining).
LD: ME NO PLAY TWAINS MOMMY
ME: You need to put trains back on table so you don’t lose them (mommy lost mind as well as some prepositions in that sentence).
LD: ME NOT CHICKENS MOMMY (said in a tone only Forrest Gump could imitate).
ME: Fine, your not chickens! (no clue what he meant by it or what I mean by this response).
Scene ends with me walking out of the room with my brain oozing out of my ear from a conversation that made absolutely no sense. Princess Grabby Hands is crawling right behind me with a “CAUTION” sign from the train set in her mouth. Must be an omen.
These words are always trumped by adding another dirty word….TABLE! Again, a very innocent word by itself. You would never think of this word to be of such horror. That is, until you put the word TRAIN in front of it.
So Little D (2 ½ years old) mentions these three words in the same sentence. All he talks about is at least the last two words. He eats, breaths and sleeps the words TRAIN TABLE! Everywhere we go that has one of these instruments of endless amusement, he must touch it….be mesmerized by it.
What does mom and dad do? Just like any good mom and dad of the “my kid needs everything” generation, we go to We Be Toys (name changed to protect the not so innocent) and buy said TRAIN TABLE on Friday afternoon.
After handing over our wallet and telling them to take every dime I have, I arrive home with this monstrosity. LD goes to sleep and we decide to put it together that night so he can wake up to its glorious wonder the next day. After 2+ hours of putting together, making a little town, an oil derrick, bridge, airport, shipping yard, mountain underpass (did I not say my account was empty after this) and anything else you can imagine, my child now has this wonderful thing called a TRAIN TABLE!
Fast forward to Saturday morning. LD is awake. Dad goes to get him while I wait in the front room with video cam in hand. Can’t even think to miss this as a video moment! LD comes out into the living room with eyes all aglow (sounding like a Christmas moment here) and screams with delight “OH MY GOODESS…..TWAIN TABLE…..A TWAIN TABLE.” Truly the Kodak moment we were hoping for.
LD spends every waking moment the whole next two days playing with this beautiful toy. In between eating and fending off baby sister Princess Grabby Hands (1 year old), he seems to be in his glory. I am in heaven just having a two days of quiet and being able to hear myself think for the first time in 2 ½ years! Ahhhhh….this is better then a Calgone moment!
Fast forward again to two weeks later. The ever wanted TRAIN TABLE now sits in his room. Trains are everywhere except on the table. I think there is one in his pajama drawer. Don’t ask. This expensive paper weight has all the delight and enjoyment of a neutered cat 1 hour after surgery. LD is running around like crazy again and I tell him to play trains. The following is our conversation:
ME: Play with your trains sweetie. Look…CHOO CHOO (futile attempt to be entertaining).
LD: ME NO PLAY TWAINS MOMMY
ME: You need to put trains back on table so you don’t lose them (mommy lost mind as well as some prepositions in that sentence).
LD: ME NOT CHICKENS MOMMY (said in a tone only Forrest Gump could imitate).
ME: Fine, your not chickens! (no clue what he meant by it or what I mean by this response).
Scene ends with me walking out of the room with my brain oozing out of my ear from a conversation that made absolutely no sense. Princess Grabby Hands is crawling right behind me with a “CAUTION” sign from the train set in her mouth. Must be an omen.
Welcome to my stay at home mom world!
One dog, five cats, two toddlers and a husband. What more could a woman of the 21st century ask for? Well….maybe 5 minutes alone in the bathroom.
Every bathroom trip involves an entourage of at least three faces looking at me from the doorway. I must be extremely entertaining to the 2 year old, the baby and the dog (throw a cat or two in there for good measure) because I sure capture their attention the entire time I’m in there. If I had known I’d be the main attraction, I would have at least dressed for the occasion.
I suppose having the kids staring at me while I do my business is better then the alternative. A 2 year old roaming the house when mom is unavailable makes the Indy 500 look a bunch of tricycles tooling around the track. Water would be overflowing, baskets of clothes overturned, front doors trying to be opened and dog food becoming the snack food of choice.
Looking at it that way, an audience is preferable. Now if only I could get them to do some cleaning in there while they are waiting on me…..sigh….while I’m dreaming
Every bathroom trip involves an entourage of at least three faces looking at me from the doorway. I must be extremely entertaining to the 2 year old, the baby and the dog (throw a cat or two in there for good measure) because I sure capture their attention the entire time I’m in there. If I had known I’d be the main attraction, I would have at least dressed for the occasion.
I suppose having the kids staring at me while I do my business is better then the alternative. A 2 year old roaming the house when mom is unavailable makes the Indy 500 look a bunch of tricycles tooling around the track. Water would be overflowing, baskets of clothes overturned, front doors trying to be opened and dog food becoming the snack food of choice.
Looking at it that way, an audience is preferable. Now if only I could get them to do some cleaning in there while they are waiting on me…..sigh….while I’m dreaming
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