I think yesterday was one of the most trying days, thus far, that I have had as a momma. Farmer baby woke up at 6:30 in the morning, and I remember thinking to myself, "Only 5 1/2 hours until he takes a nap, and, therefore, I can take a nap too." I know that sounds horrible, but I didn't have a good night's sleep to begin with. It's getting harder and harder to sleep at night and at around 2:30 AM, I woke up not feeling so well. I threw up several times, and at one point, it was so bad that I had to actually take a shower to clean myself up before hopping back into bed. So, I was just starting the day tired.
Around 7:30 A.M. the tantrums began. Now, normally he will throw himself on the ground, I walk away, and he stops like 30 seconds later, and all is well in Pierce land again. NOT today! Oh my goodness, they were happening about every 5 minutes it seemed. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with him and nothing seemed to satisfy him. Finally, after about two hours, I was like we are going to get out of the house. I took him upstairs so I could get ready and get him dressed. He was perfectly fine until I had to blow dry my hair. He started crying and I picked him sat him up on the bed and let him play with my phone. Since I still had to finish my hair I needed to take him off the bed, since it is higher up. Well, that did not make him happy. He threw the most royal of all tantrums. As I started to set him on the floor, he began withering around, slipped from my grasp, and hit his head on the floor. Well, that just sent him into a further tizzy. I walked away and the entire time I was blow-drying my hair he was rolling all over the floor screaming. He finally settled down.
I finally make it downstairs with him, where he commences to throw a tantrum on the kitchen floor. I'm just shaking my head at this point, grabbed my cell phone, and decided to video record this latest tantrum. He settled down a little bit when he saw that I was recording him, of course, but was still throwing a small fit. I thought this would be a GREAT video to send to my hubby to show him how my day was going thus far. Yeah, I never heard back. =) He was probably thinking, "I"m glad I am at work." I finally get him settled down with some applesauce and milk.
Headed to Child's Play......he does fine for the first 10 minutes, when he decides to scream and cry. He stops after about 30 seconds. About 45 minutes later he hits the floor royally because I moved one of those things you can ride on down a slide. Seriously, kid?!?!?!?! I was not dealing with it, so I picked him up and on home we go. We get home, I put him down for a nap and he is out within 5 minutes. The sound of peace and quiet fill the air. I'm thinking, "maybe this is what this kid needed. Maybe he was just tired still." Let's hope for a better afternoon when he gets up.
He sleeps for almost 3 1/2 hours and everything seems to be going well. He has a few spurts of crying, but 15 seconds later he is well again. I let him run around outside for a little bit, and before I know it, he has walked into the pool with his I-phone. There it is, lying at the bottom of the pool and I'm saying to myself, "NO! NO! NO!" This cannot be happening. That I-phone is our savior at times because it has all of his programs on it. Well, that's what I get for using the restroom and forgetting to lock the backdoor.
Finally, my hubby arrives home and I'm feeling some sort of relief come over me. He loves his daddy and he just wants to be held by him, be around him, play with him, etc... I figured the "new" face will do him some good. And, thank goodness for my hubby. He gave him a bath, read to him, played with him, and fed him dinner while I made his dinner. He seemed to have a better last two hours before going to bed. Oh, did I mention that I fell down the stairs earlier while carrying him?? Yeah, six months pregnant, carrying a 21 month old, and stairs just don't mix. I thought I was going to have a mental breakdown at that point. But, like all other moms out there, I survived! On to today............he's at class, so I get some rest. =)
Ciao!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Cross-dresser
My husband comes downstairs, sits on the couch, and begins to put his shoes and socks on. He turns and looks at me and says, "You know honey, if you want me to be a cross-dresser, you can just tell me. You don't have to drop little hints off for me to get the idea. It's okay, if that's what you want, I can conform when we are at home." I'm sure you could imagine the confused and bewildered look on my face. Did he just say what I think he said? The man who likes to shoot guns, race RC cars, get dirty, wakeboard, etc... just mention the idea of dressing like a woman to me? Now, for those of you whom have met my husband, would know that he is a jokester, and you usually can't take him seriously. So, I'm trying to figure out in my head the point he is trying to make. In the meantime, I'm just sitting there staring at him like a deer in the headlights.......
Finally, he says, if you want me to dress like a woman you don't need to leave your necklaces in my sock drawer. Still, not processing what is being said, he clarifies. Pierce left one of your necklaces in my sock drawer, one in my underwear drawer, and two in my other sock drawer. Then, it dawned on me. The morning before while I was getting ready, Pierce had taken some of my necklaces out of the drawer in the bathroom. Later, I was looking for them, but couldn't find them, so I gave up on the search. Now, I knew where they were--in my husband's dresser drawers. The following morning, I'm putting his laundry away and I open the drawers and what do I see? That's right, my necklaces. The silly man never even removed the necklaces from the drawers. Maybe, he really does want to be a cross-dresser...........;)
Ciao!
Finally, he says, if you want me to dress like a woman you don't need to leave your necklaces in my sock drawer. Still, not processing what is being said, he clarifies. Pierce left one of your necklaces in my sock drawer, one in my underwear drawer, and two in my other sock drawer. Then, it dawned on me. The morning before while I was getting ready, Pierce had taken some of my necklaces out of the drawer in the bathroom. Later, I was looking for them, but couldn't find them, so I gave up on the search. Now, I knew where they were--in my husband's dresser drawers. The following morning, I'm putting his laundry away and I open the drawers and what do I see? That's right, my necklaces. The silly man never even removed the necklaces from the drawers. Maybe, he really does want to be a cross-dresser...........;)
Ciao!
Monday, June 27, 2011
From Crib to Toddler Bed
Ok, so we have been working on transitioning our son, Pierce, into his toddler bed. We've had the toddler bed for a couple of months now, but figured he might not be ready to leave his crib for the cool bed that his daddy put together just yet. Therefore, I've put it off for a couple of months. With the impending arrival of our new son at the end of September, we were hoping that we would be able to use Pierce's crib for the new nursery and not have to buy a new one. But, I'm not one to push my son to do something to suit my own selfish needs, so if I have to buy a new crib, then we will.
I've been bracing myself for the battle of trying to get him to sleep in his big boy bed. I've dreamt of all the horror stories that I've heard: the kicking, the screaming, the getting out of the bed constantly, the drop, kick, and roll tantrum, the crying, etc... I don't know about other people, but I'm not one who likes to listen to their child cry and throw tantrums--though, it is amusing at times to watch him throw himself onto the floor and kick like a fish out of water. Anyways, I thought to myself, "This is going to be one long night." Not to mention that being 6 months pregnant doesn't exactly give me the patience or the desire to want to chase a 20-month-old all over the place in order to get him back inside his bed.
Night One: My husband and I put Pierce into his bed. He gets up and turns on the humidifier, crawls back into bed, gets up again, and grabs his stuffed teddy bear, and crawls back into bed. Then, he sits up and begins the ever soothing technique of thumb in mouth. I lay him down and tell him, "It's night-night time." He settles in and 5 minutes later he is out. He sleeps there all night.......until 6:30 in the morning.
Night Two: Okay, so the first night wasn't so bad, he must be teasing me and saving it for tonight. It's 8:15 and I take him up to bed and ready him for the rest of the night. I lay him down and 15 minutes later he is zonked. Wow, can it really be true? Is he going to make this easy on his back-aching mama?? He sleeps there all night, until about 6:15 in the morning. I must admit, these early morning wake-up calls are starting to get to me while I'm on summer vacation. But, he's so darn cute, I deal-----like I have a choice. =)
Night Three: My husband is at the Willie Nelson concert with some friends, so I'm on my own tonight. Not that it matters since he's made the first two nights easy, right? Yep, that's about it. I put him to bed and I lay down on the floor next to his bed. He stirs and talks, and plays with the curtain with his foot. He actually finds this latter activity quite amusing for some reason because he keeps cracking up as he moves the curtain. I just lay there and eventually hear the soothing sound of the thumb being sucked. I know it's a matter of minutes now. Within about 2 minutes I hear nothing. I lift my head up of the ground and he is completely passed out on his back, arms and legs spread wide open. He must be thinking that this will help him to dream about flying.
Around 12:00 I hear him stirring a bit and then all is quiet. I get up about 20 minutes later because it's hot as Hades up in this place and I decide to check on him. There he is sprawled out on the floor--all that flying must've got him so excited that he thought he was a Blue Angel and turned upside down and rolled right off his bed. So, I pick him up, put him back in his bed, and he's back to dreaming about being a pilot.
Night Four: He is making this way too easy. Fifteen minutes after putting him in his bed, he's passed out. Though, he did actually sleep until almost 8:00 this morning. I am one happy mom at this point.
I've been bracing myself for the battle of trying to get him to sleep in his big boy bed. I've dreamt of all the horror stories that I've heard: the kicking, the screaming, the getting out of the bed constantly, the drop, kick, and roll tantrum, the crying, etc... I don't know about other people, but I'm not one who likes to listen to their child cry and throw tantrums--though, it is amusing at times to watch him throw himself onto the floor and kick like a fish out of water. Anyways, I thought to myself, "This is going to be one long night." Not to mention that being 6 months pregnant doesn't exactly give me the patience or the desire to want to chase a 20-month-old all over the place in order to get him back inside his bed.
Night One: My husband and I put Pierce into his bed. He gets up and turns on the humidifier, crawls back into bed, gets up again, and grabs his stuffed teddy bear, and crawls back into bed. Then, he sits up and begins the ever soothing technique of thumb in mouth. I lay him down and tell him, "It's night-night time." He settles in and 5 minutes later he is out. He sleeps there all night.......until 6:30 in the morning.
Night Two: Okay, so the first night wasn't so bad, he must be teasing me and saving it for tonight. It's 8:15 and I take him up to bed and ready him for the rest of the night. I lay him down and 15 minutes later he is zonked. Wow, can it really be true? Is he going to make this easy on his back-aching mama?? He sleeps there all night, until about 6:15 in the morning. I must admit, these early morning wake-up calls are starting to get to me while I'm on summer vacation. But, he's so darn cute, I deal-----like I have a choice. =)
Night Three: My husband is at the Willie Nelson concert with some friends, so I'm on my own tonight. Not that it matters since he's made the first two nights easy, right? Yep, that's about it. I put him to bed and I lay down on the floor next to his bed. He stirs and talks, and plays with the curtain with his foot. He actually finds this latter activity quite amusing for some reason because he keeps cracking up as he moves the curtain. I just lay there and eventually hear the soothing sound of the thumb being sucked. I know it's a matter of minutes now. Within about 2 minutes I hear nothing. I lift my head up of the ground and he is completely passed out on his back, arms and legs spread wide open. He must be thinking that this will help him to dream about flying.
Around 12:00 I hear him stirring a bit and then all is quiet. I get up about 20 minutes later because it's hot as Hades up in this place and I decide to check on him. There he is sprawled out on the floor--all that flying must've got him so excited that he thought he was a Blue Angel and turned upside down and rolled right off his bed. So, I pick him up, put him back in his bed, and he's back to dreaming about being a pilot.
Night Four: He is making this way too easy. Fifteen minutes after putting him in his bed, he's passed out. Though, he did actually sleep until almost 8:00 this morning. I am one happy mom at this point.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
June 23, 2011
It's summer vacation, no work, no lesson planning, no grading, no meetings. Just, a nice refreshing break from the interior of work. Hallelujah! Or, so I thought....
I'm sitting here thinking about all the things that I need to accomplish, the time I have to do it in, and then reality settles in......I'm almost 6 months pregnant, I have a 20-month-old at home, it's miserably hot outside, and there is so much going on around me that seems to be happening in the blink of an eye. I'm letting these little moments pass me by. I don't want to miss anything, or the chance to talk about, reflect, and share these little moments of our "life". So, as I sit here at 10 o'clock at night, I thought to myself, why not create a blog. It's an easy way to entertain myself with the simple things in life, but more than that, to just simply enjoy these moments. I'm not getting any younger here--let's be honest, I've been out of high school for 15 years already. Sssshhhh...........my students all think I'm still in my 20's.....ha!
Anyways, I figure I'll give this a try. What to expect, let's see.......how about the sarcastic jokes, comments, anecdotes that I endure daily from my darling husband......yes, he makes me laugh just about every day with his witty take of the world and the conversations he has with our animals. The joys of motherhood and the impending arrival of our new little one; who by the way, is having a boxing tournament in my stomach as I type. I think he's winning the fight against my ever expanding uterus. I can always use this blog as an opportunity to share the recipes I try and subject my husband to, and just life in general. Let's not forget my darling students as I progress through each school year. There is always something comical about what happens in a middle school.......seriously, I think it's the best job in the world.
Ciao!
I'm sitting here thinking about all the things that I need to accomplish, the time I have to do it in, and then reality settles in......I'm almost 6 months pregnant, I have a 20-month-old at home, it's miserably hot outside, and there is so much going on around me that seems to be happening in the blink of an eye. I'm letting these little moments pass me by. I don't want to miss anything, or the chance to talk about, reflect, and share these little moments of our "life". So, as I sit here at 10 o'clock at night, I thought to myself, why not create a blog. It's an easy way to entertain myself with the simple things in life, but more than that, to just simply enjoy these moments. I'm not getting any younger here--let's be honest, I've been out of high school for 15 years already. Sssshhhh...........my students all think I'm still in my 20's.....ha!
Anyways, I figure I'll give this a try. What to expect, let's see.......how about the sarcastic jokes, comments, anecdotes that I endure daily from my darling husband......yes, he makes me laugh just about every day with his witty take of the world and the conversations he has with our animals. The joys of motherhood and the impending arrival of our new little one; who by the way, is having a boxing tournament in my stomach as I type. I think he's winning the fight against my ever expanding uterus. I can always use this blog as an opportunity to share the recipes I try and subject my husband to, and just life in general. Let's not forget my darling students as I progress through each school year. There is always something comical about what happens in a middle school.......seriously, I think it's the best job in the world.
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