Eldest has taken to wanting to take a shower with me. Mostly because our shower head comes off and he can spray it everywhere. I usually stand in the shower freezing the death while he sprays himself so that, "he can be warm." But, Its an easy way to get him clean without going through the drama of bath time.
The other day when we were waiting for the water to warm up, he pointed out the fact that I don't have a penis. He's done that a few times, but this time he said the following:
E: Mommy, you don't have a penis.
M: No, I don't, you're right.
E: Don't worry Mommy, it will grow back soon.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Boys are GROSS!!
So, before my parents came to visit I cleaned the house from top to bottom. This is not something I do often. OK, its not something I do ever. I'll admit, 90% of the time some form of black mold is growing in my shower, but for guests, I like to give the illusion of cleanliness around here, so I cleaned house.
The time came to clean the downstairs bathroom. Its a half bath, and its a dungeon. About a year ago I painted it a deep orange, and that really just made it a cave, but I've been to busy to change the color. Its always smelled a little bit, but I attributed that to the boys, and because its so dark in there, I failed to notice that a small pool of liquid was growing behind the toilet until I finally got around to cleaning the floor (It had been at least two weeks...probably longer since I had gotten behind the toilet).
"FOR F**K SAKE!", I thought, "If this freakin' toilet is leaking I am going to go insane." This would mean calling yet another shoty contractor into our home to fix a problem...and they would probably fix it improperly, knowing our luck. I wiped up the water, and sure enough the wood floor (YES, WOOD FLOOR in the bathroom, carpet in our master bathroom...these builders were morons) was warped. DAMN! I take my towels and tighten every screw and bolt on the bottom of the toilet and feel around for the leak. I flush a few times, but nothing comes out. I let it dry out and check it every hour to see if any more water has gathered.
Then Eldest goes in there to pee, and I notice afterwards that the pool of "water" is now back behind the toilet. OH. MY. GOD. My eldest son has been peeing behind the toilet! He goes "in" the potty, but the kid has like a 30 foot stream, so I'm sure when he has to go it shoots straight past the lid. TWO WEEKS OF PISS BEHIND MY TOILET!
I am at a loss of what to do. Dad suggests tearing up the wood floor and putting down vinyl, sounds good, but also sounds like a lot of work. My mom says to sand the area behind the toilet and re-seal it. Again, a lot of work, and a lot of chemical work in a space with little ventilation...not good for a pregnant lady.
God, boys are so disgusting. I am going to paint the bathroom as soon as I get primer for the damn walls and then we'll move on to the floor. If you have any suggestions on what would be the easiest solution for fixing the floor and getting the smell out (I mean, can you get the "smell" out of wood??) that would be appreciated.
BLECH.
The time came to clean the downstairs bathroom. Its a half bath, and its a dungeon. About a year ago I painted it a deep orange, and that really just made it a cave, but I've been to busy to change the color. Its always smelled a little bit, but I attributed that to the boys, and because its so dark in there, I failed to notice that a small pool of liquid was growing behind the toilet until I finally got around to cleaning the floor (It had been at least two weeks...probably longer since I had gotten behind the toilet).
"FOR F**K SAKE!", I thought, "If this freakin' toilet is leaking I am going to go insane." This would mean calling yet another shoty contractor into our home to fix a problem...and they would probably fix it improperly, knowing our luck. I wiped up the water, and sure enough the wood floor (YES, WOOD FLOOR in the bathroom, carpet in our master bathroom...these builders were morons) was warped. DAMN! I take my towels and tighten every screw and bolt on the bottom of the toilet and feel around for the leak. I flush a few times, but nothing comes out. I let it dry out and check it every hour to see if any more water has gathered.
Then Eldest goes in there to pee, and I notice afterwards that the pool of "water" is now back behind the toilet. OH. MY. GOD. My eldest son has been peeing behind the toilet! He goes "in" the potty, but the kid has like a 30 foot stream, so I'm sure when he has to go it shoots straight past the lid. TWO WEEKS OF PISS BEHIND MY TOILET!
I am at a loss of what to do. Dad suggests tearing up the wood floor and putting down vinyl, sounds good, but also sounds like a lot of work. My mom says to sand the area behind the toilet and re-seal it. Again, a lot of work, and a lot of chemical work in a space with little ventilation...not good for a pregnant lady.
God, boys are so disgusting. I am going to paint the bathroom as soon as I get primer for the damn walls and then we'll move on to the floor. If you have any suggestions on what would be the easiest solution for fixing the floor and getting the smell out (I mean, can you get the "smell" out of wood??) that would be appreciated.
BLECH.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Greetings from Grand Mound, WA
AKA: The middle of no where. The perfect place to build a "Great Wolf Lodge". I tell you, this place is just awesome. First, its huge, and has LOADS of things for kids of all ages to do. Second, the people that work here are all friendly and helpful!
We arrived today around 3:30 (its only about an hour and a half from our house) and easily found a parking spot and checked in. The coolest thing...they have wrist bands instead of keys. You scan your wrist band to get into your room...and you scan your wrist band to buy gifts, starbucks, food...etc. It could be dangerous if we were staying longer than 1 night!
We went straight to the pool and the kids had such a blast. Eldest ran all over the kiddie area, going up and down slides, and letting buckets of water crash on his head. Middle was with grandma and grandpa in the wave pool being lulled to sleep with each crest and fall. The time to go arrived, and although Eldest through a fit (which I expected) he was to tired to fight putting on his shirt and shoes and walk out. they ate like men during dinner and then it was time for bed.
Eldest was set up with a movie and, after a few minutes of screaming, Middle was set up with Grandpa watching the Olympics. Rob and I left the kids in capable hands and went to do the "magical quest". I don't know if that's the official name, but that's what it is. You buy a wand and it is programed to work with a magic quest all over the hotel. YES, it is for KIDS, but our kids are to young to do it, and it seemed to cool to pass up. We picked our game names (Loralie (this is out the store clerk spelled it) and Lothor) and were off. We had to run up and down flights of stairs and dodge pushy kids the whole way. After finding the "Rune of Freezing", we put our "Ancient Books of Wisdom" away and went back to the room. (Jeez, we're NERDS!)
Eldest was asleep on our bed and Middle was still awake watching Mens diving. I was sure he would lose his mind when I put him down, but he did fine and was asleep in minutes.
We're planning on another morning of fun pool time and then we'll be off to Portland for "the wedding".
We arrived today around 3:30 (its only about an hour and a half from our house) and easily found a parking spot and checked in. The coolest thing...they have wrist bands instead of keys. You scan your wrist band to get into your room...and you scan your wrist band to buy gifts, starbucks, food...etc. It could be dangerous if we were staying longer than 1 night!
We went straight to the pool and the kids had such a blast. Eldest ran all over the kiddie area, going up and down slides, and letting buckets of water crash on his head. Middle was with grandma and grandpa in the wave pool being lulled to sleep with each crest and fall. The time to go arrived, and although Eldest through a fit (which I expected) he was to tired to fight putting on his shirt and shoes and walk out. they ate like men during dinner and then it was time for bed.
Eldest was set up with a movie and, after a few minutes of screaming, Middle was set up with Grandpa watching the Olympics. Rob and I left the kids in capable hands and went to do the "magical quest". I don't know if that's the official name, but that's what it is. You buy a wand and it is programed to work with a magic quest all over the hotel. YES, it is for KIDS, but our kids are to young to do it, and it seemed to cool to pass up. We picked our game names (Loralie (this is out the store clerk spelled it) and Lothor) and were off. We had to run up and down flights of stairs and dodge pushy kids the whole way. After finding the "Rune of Freezing", we put our "Ancient Books of Wisdom" away and went back to the room. (Jeez, we're NERDS!)
Eldest was asleep on our bed and Middle was still awake watching Mens diving. I was sure he would lose his mind when I put him down, but he did fine and was asleep in minutes.
We're planning on another morning of fun pool time and then we'll be off to Portland for "the wedding".
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Is this REALLY Necessary?
Again, a post where I'm positive I'm writing because I'm jealous, but MSNBC has a place where moms can post their "after baby" pics to show how easily they lost the weight, or how long it took and how HOT they are now.
I don't know why, but I always seem to go and take a look at these before and after shots no matter what website they're on. I guess I'm intrigued by these women and wonder why they were so "lucky" to look so great after having kids. What makes them so special?
There are two women in this group that kill me. The first is the woman who "looks the same 30 years after having her daughter" Apparently she did exercises in the hospital for five days after having her daughter and was in pre-pregnancy clothes before leaving the hospital because of it. um, for real? Did you HAVE the baby, or did you hire someone to have the baby while you did Jane Fonda videos through the delivery? The second is, I think, third from the last photo. The beach brunette in her bikini saying "this is how I looked just a few weeks after having my first baby. I didn't exercise or diet, I'm just lucky I guess".
Again, I willingly and openly admit pure jealousy.
Check out all the pictures (including the two I mentioned above) here.
I don't know why, but I always seem to go and take a look at these before and after shots no matter what website they're on. I guess I'm intrigued by these women and wonder why they were so "lucky" to look so great after having kids. What makes them so special?
There are two women in this group that kill me. The first is the woman who "looks the same 30 years after having her daughter" Apparently she did exercises in the hospital for five days after having her daughter and was in pre-pregnancy clothes before leaving the hospital because of it. um, for real? Did you HAVE the baby, or did you hire someone to have the baby while you did Jane Fonda videos through the delivery? The second is, I think, third from the last photo. The beach brunette in her bikini saying "this is how I looked just a few weeks after having my first baby. I didn't exercise or diet, I'm just lucky I guess".
Again, I willingly and openly admit pure jealousy.
Check out all the pictures (including the two I mentioned above) here.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Hormones are a Real B*tch
That's right, Rob and I will be proud parents to another little baby come April of 2009. I have an ultrasound on Friday to confirm dates, but I firmly believe this baby will arrive late March. Eldest was due Sept. 7th and will be celebrating his 4th birthday Aug. 30th, so we'll see!
So far, I'm not sick (THANK GOD), I am tired, but nothing more than usual, although I have taken to taking a nap next to eldest while he watches Sprout in the afternoon (and Youngest sleeps). My only, very annoying (I'm sure), symptom is my being angry ALL THE TIME! I am very aware of it, but for some reason, don't have much control of it...yet. I'll get there.
I have a feeling this whole pregnancy will go by so fast, that before I know it I'll be in the hospital for my "mini-vacation". I'm already obsessing about what we'll do with the boys, since we don't have daycare anymore, and how I'll take care of a newborn, 4 year old, and almost 2 year old by myself. Hopefully the "rage" will have left by then (to be replaced by insanity I'm sure).
This time I am also going to take photos of my ever increasing belly. I refused to take photos of myself when I was pregnant with Eldest because I was disgusted with our I looked. With Youngest (well, I suppose we should call him Middle now...)I had no choice, since Eldest was always with me when we took photos of him, but with this one, I think it seems like a good idea. As a friend told me, "embrace the pregnancy, and when its over, I vow to get you back to fighting weight." I believe her, so I think I'm finally letting go of the weight gain nightmare.
So, here we go! I'm excited (despite what people may think...since I'm angry all the time), and I think its another boy. We will find out, don't worry!
So far, I'm not sick (THANK GOD), I am tired, but nothing more than usual, although I have taken to taking a nap next to eldest while he watches Sprout in the afternoon (and Youngest sleeps). My only, very annoying (I'm sure), symptom is my being angry ALL THE TIME! I am very aware of it, but for some reason, don't have much control of it...yet. I'll get there.
I have a feeling this whole pregnancy will go by so fast, that before I know it I'll be in the hospital for my "mini-vacation". I'm already obsessing about what we'll do with the boys, since we don't have daycare anymore, and how I'll take care of a newborn, 4 year old, and almost 2 year old by myself. Hopefully the "rage" will have left by then (to be replaced by insanity I'm sure).
This time I am also going to take photos of my ever increasing belly. I refused to take photos of myself when I was pregnant with Eldest because I was disgusted with our I looked. With Youngest (well, I suppose we should call him Middle now...)I had no choice, since Eldest was always with me when we took photos of him, but with this one, I think it seems like a good idea. As a friend told me, "embrace the pregnancy, and when its over, I vow to get you back to fighting weight." I believe her, so I think I'm finally letting go of the weight gain nightmare.
So, here we go! I'm excited (despite what people may think...since I'm angry all the time), and I think its another boy. We will find out, don't worry!
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Baby Planner?
For real? I saw this on our local "entertainment" show last week and really don't know what to think. The article was about a woman who started a business based around "baby planning". You've heard of a wedding planner, or a party planner, but a baby planner?
It is a what you think. You hire someone to help you plan for your childs arrival. Someone to pick out your crib, bedding, diapers, accessories...etc. I think the planner also hangs out at your house after the baby is born to assist you in learning how to care for the baby, but they aren't "taking care" of the baby, just there to support you until you gain confidence in yourself.
The concept is genius, but do people really have that much disposable income? Especially with a baby on the way? Do they really not have enough time on the weekend to go to Babies R Us and register? When I was pregnant with Eldest, my husband I enjoyed frequent trips to Babies R Us to buy items for ourselves, and register for things we wanted. With a little research online and advice from BTDT moms, I really had no trouble knowing what I needed. I certainly didn't want to PAY someone to tell me "Dr. Brown's bottles limit gas, and since your going to formula feed they would be the best one to try first." DUH!
The benefit I see from a "baby planner" is having them in house those first few days at home. It is so chaotic and it doesn't matter whether its your first or fifth baby, they SUCK! Having someone there encouraging you, telling you that this to shall pass, and you're doing a good job is invaluable...but in our house, that is what my mom is for, and she's free.
*note: yes, I to think I'm secretly jealous.
It is a what you think. You hire someone to help you plan for your childs arrival. Someone to pick out your crib, bedding, diapers, accessories...etc. I think the planner also hangs out at your house after the baby is born to assist you in learning how to care for the baby, but they aren't "taking care" of the baby, just there to support you until you gain confidence in yourself.
The concept is genius, but do people really have that much disposable income? Especially with a baby on the way? Do they really not have enough time on the weekend to go to Babies R Us and register? When I was pregnant with Eldest, my husband I enjoyed frequent trips to Babies R Us to buy items for ourselves, and register for things we wanted. With a little research online and advice from BTDT moms, I really had no trouble knowing what I needed. I certainly didn't want to PAY someone to tell me "Dr. Brown's bottles limit gas, and since your going to formula feed they would be the best one to try first." DUH!
The benefit I see from a "baby planner" is having them in house those first few days at home. It is so chaotic and it doesn't matter whether its your first or fifth baby, they SUCK! Having someone there encouraging you, telling you that this to shall pass, and you're doing a good job is invaluable...but in our house, that is what my mom is for, and she's free.
*note: yes, I to think I'm secretly jealous.
Olympics
With the September TV season still a few weeks away, I've been spending my evenings watching the Olympics, sometimes staying up past midnight to catch medal events. Last night it was swimming.
I watched the womens relay team, which included Dara Torres as the anchor. This is a woman in her 40s, swimming better than some of her younger teammates. It gave me hope that being over 30 does not automatically mean you're "down for the count". I have a few things to get through in the coming months (as you'll find out soon enough), but once that obligation is over, I've been thinking..."what would my Olympic sport be?"
Of course, Dara has gone to the olympics a few times. Its not like she turned 40 and thought, "hey, I think I'll take up swimming." Nonetheless, there are some obscure events that I could get into. There's the "field" portion of "track and field". I wasn't half bad at shot and disc in high school. I could take up shooting, or synchronized diving. Even if I never make it to the Olympics, it couldn't hurt to train like an Olympian!
Recently I've been feeling like a real sloth. My motivation has dwindled, and for good reason, but watching the olympics has really kicked started the fire again. Ohhh, to look that good in a sport suit, but not those creepy full body ones the swimmers where. Jeez, those look like they cut off your circulation, and besides, I couldn't be a swimmer...my boobs are WAY to big!
The Triathlon is this Sunday. I have convidence that Sarah and I will finish it just fine, and my full body tri suit will look HOT, but I do want to get a bike/swim in this week to make me KNOW we'll make it. It will be nice to have that behind me, and then come up with another training schedule for the next few months.
I watched the womens relay team, which included Dara Torres as the anchor. This is a woman in her 40s, swimming better than some of her younger teammates. It gave me hope that being over 30 does not automatically mean you're "down for the count". I have a few things to get through in the coming months (as you'll find out soon enough), but once that obligation is over, I've been thinking..."what would my Olympic sport be?"
Of course, Dara has gone to the olympics a few times. Its not like she turned 40 and thought, "hey, I think I'll take up swimming." Nonetheless, there are some obscure events that I could get into. There's the "field" portion of "track and field". I wasn't half bad at shot and disc in high school. I could take up shooting, or synchronized diving. Even if I never make it to the Olympics, it couldn't hurt to train like an Olympian!
Recently I've been feeling like a real sloth. My motivation has dwindled, and for good reason, but watching the olympics has really kicked started the fire again. Ohhh, to look that good in a sport suit, but not those creepy full body ones the swimmers where. Jeez, those look like they cut off your circulation, and besides, I couldn't be a swimmer...my boobs are WAY to big!
The Triathlon is this Sunday. I have convidence that Sarah and I will finish it just fine, and my full body tri suit will look HOT, but I do want to get a bike/swim in this week to make me KNOW we'll make it. It will be nice to have that behind me, and then come up with another training schedule for the next few months.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
So, You Think Your Day is Bad??
Let me tell you about mine so far...keep in mind it is only 1:40 PM PT!
9:30 AM - Eldest poops in his swim shorts and Youngest wakes up from his nap. I put Eldest on the potty, tell him sternly this is unacceptable, and go get Youngest, who has also pooped, and after being changed, helps me get another bathing suit for his brother, and put laundry in the machine.
10:00 AM - go to Eldest's friends house for some play time so I can go shop for a new bathing suit for my race coming up. Stay to chat with my friend, then leave.
11:00 AM - putting on my bra at REI after trying on suits, the FIRE ALARM GOES OFF! Thank goodness I only had to put on a shirt before getting out of the dressing room. Turns out there's a fire in the Deli at Safeway and it will be a little while. I call my friend to see how things are going and to tell her what happened. As we're talking she finds Harrison playing in her living room and says, "oh bud, did you poop? smells like it!" Of course he had. I told her I was getting in the car to come get him, but she said not to worry, she would hose him down and let him borrow one of her sons suits. God bless that woman.
11:30 AM - We go to Target to get new nightlights, and then Youngest and I return to REI to purchase the suit I chose, and head back to my friends house.
12:25 PM - We arrive and have some time before camp, so I hang out and visit. I apologize over and over and thank her for helping out Eldest. He comes over to me and I notice that familiar smell...yes, you guessed it, he crapped his pants again. Now I'm not talking full on turds here, I'm talking soft serve smears that smell horrible and stick to him and his suit like paste. I hose him down again and put the suit my friend washed out (still wet) on him and took hers home so I could clean it for her.
12:45 PM - I tell Eldest it is time to leave and he begins to throw a massive fit. my mind wanders back to the kitchen where I saw two pieces of pizza, one eaten, one not, and that's when I realized his was the untouched piece. I had to handle this kid like a wild animal and hold him down as I strapped him into the car kicking and screaming at me as if I was kidnapping him. I then put Youngest in the car while Eldest is trying to get his seat belt off - he succeeded, so I wrestled with him a little more before giving up and just putting the regular lap belt over him (he's big enough for that). He's SCREAMING at me and I just jet home, go inside and get a juice box and a peanut butter granola bar. The moment those items are given to him he's calm, happy and allows his shirt and his proper seat belt to be put on.
1:10 PM - we finally get him to camp (10 minutes late), and He was so happy to be there. I gave him the riot act on the way there about how he will never throw a fit like that again when leaving a friends house and he needs to communicate his feelings to me. "I AM HUNGRY" would have been a lot better than all the screaming and non-sense we had to deal with.
I'm wound tighter than a grandfather clock ready to go off at midnight. I could run through this neighborhood screaming like a mad woman, but I think instead I'll just make a couple frozen burritos and watch the Style channel.
9:30 AM - Eldest poops in his swim shorts and Youngest wakes up from his nap. I put Eldest on the potty, tell him sternly this is unacceptable, and go get Youngest, who has also pooped, and after being changed, helps me get another bathing suit for his brother, and put laundry in the machine.
10:00 AM - go to Eldest's friends house for some play time so I can go shop for a new bathing suit for my race coming up. Stay to chat with my friend, then leave.
11:00 AM - putting on my bra at REI after trying on suits, the FIRE ALARM GOES OFF! Thank goodness I only had to put on a shirt before getting out of the dressing room. Turns out there's a fire in the Deli at Safeway and it will be a little while. I call my friend to see how things are going and to tell her what happened. As we're talking she finds Harrison playing in her living room and says, "oh bud, did you poop? smells like it!" Of course he had. I told her I was getting in the car to come get him, but she said not to worry, she would hose him down and let him borrow one of her sons suits. God bless that woman.
11:30 AM - We go to Target to get new nightlights, and then Youngest and I return to REI to purchase the suit I chose, and head back to my friends house.
12:25 PM - We arrive and have some time before camp, so I hang out and visit. I apologize over and over and thank her for helping out Eldest. He comes over to me and I notice that familiar smell...yes, you guessed it, he crapped his pants again. Now I'm not talking full on turds here, I'm talking soft serve smears that smell horrible and stick to him and his suit like paste. I hose him down again and put the suit my friend washed out (still wet) on him and took hers home so I could clean it for her.
12:45 PM - I tell Eldest it is time to leave and he begins to throw a massive fit. my mind wanders back to the kitchen where I saw two pieces of pizza, one eaten, one not, and that's when I realized his was the untouched piece. I had to handle this kid like a wild animal and hold him down as I strapped him into the car kicking and screaming at me as if I was kidnapping him. I then put Youngest in the car while Eldest is trying to get his seat belt off - he succeeded, so I wrestled with him a little more before giving up and just putting the regular lap belt over him (he's big enough for that). He's SCREAMING at me and I just jet home, go inside and get a juice box and a peanut butter granola bar. The moment those items are given to him he's calm, happy and allows his shirt and his proper seat belt to be put on.
1:10 PM - we finally get him to camp (10 minutes late), and He was so happy to be there. I gave him the riot act on the way there about how he will never throw a fit like that again when leaving a friends house and he needs to communicate his feelings to me. "I AM HUNGRY" would have been a lot better than all the screaming and non-sense we had to deal with.
I'm wound tighter than a grandfather clock ready to go off at midnight. I could run through this neighborhood screaming like a mad woman, but I think instead I'll just make a couple frozen burritos and watch the Style channel.
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