Guac....Guac.....Guac.....Guacamole!!

Ok, I don't eat guacamole.  Besides the fact that it does not look appetizing to me to begin with (I can hear the outcry of horror that is both displayed on your face and coming out of your mouth), I happen to be allergic to avocados.  I guess, then, it doesn't really matter if I would like it or not, or whether it looks good, or smells good, etc....  I still couldn't touch it or eat it.

But, not all hope is lost.  You know how some people like to live out their life-long dreams through their kids?  You know the ones who make their kids stay at the baseball fields for 8 hours a day while they pitch the ball to them and then yell when they don't do what they want them to do?  The ones who don't care if they like soccer or dance, but make them participate because it's what they wanted to do?  (Really, the parents sucked at it themselves, so they hope their child can fulfill what they weren't able to)  I digress......... 

I will live out everyone who likes guacamole, besides me, dreams and have my kid eat it!  Just kidding, I really would never put my shortcomings onto my own child, at least not intentionally.  But, guess what?  Pierce LIKES it!  I can't say whether or not he loves it as he is unable to verbally communicate just how much he likes/loves it.  My husband was eating chips and guacamole the other night and I told him to let him try it.  He ate it and then held his hands out for more.  Yep, proud of my little boy.  Proud that he is not taking after his mama--who doesn't like to try new foods and pretty much eats the most plain items that exist in this world. 

The proof is in the pudding, or should I say, guacamole!

And, School is Back in Session

Yes, it's been almost a month since I've posted.  It's been so crazy busy in trying to get the new school year started.  I am now teaching 6 different classes this year, plus running ASB.  I was beginning to feel overwhelmed by it all the first week of August, mostly because I'm in my 3rd trimester of pregnancy, trying to get my lessons prepared, and plan for my sub.  I was used to getting up early, due to the farmer baby who resides in the room next door to mine.  However, I was not prepared to not have my daily 2 hour naps, and being able to relax when I felt tired.

So, school officially started on Thursday, August 12th.  I have everything up and running--I never said smoothly--but nonetheless, it's running.  I have one week left of work before I head out on maternity leave.  I have decided that I can only control so much and my sanity and the baby's health is way more important then lesson plans, kids who can't keep their mouths shut, and all the changes that are being implemented at my school.  I chose my sub specifically for her ability to take charge and be "me" in my absence.  Therefore, I need to "trust" in my choice and in her and let things fall as they may.  I have 4 more days of work, and I can get the relaxation that I crave, and quite honestly, feel I deserve.  Awe......the end is near.  I'll be happy when the pregnancy hormones calm down, because let's face it, all us mamas know, they never go away. =)

Cheers!

Farmer Baby

Last time I checked, we live in a neighborhood with a hundred other homes. My backyard has grass, pavers, and a fountain. Nowhere do I see a cow that needs to be milked, chickens that need to be fed, horses that need hay, or crops that need to be tended to. So, why does my son think that he is a farmer and needs to wake up at the butt crack of dawn everyday???? I didn't realize I had a boy who aspires to be a farmer. 

Now, I don't necessarily mind when I have to get up early and get ready for work.  But, I have one week left of summer vacation, and I would just LOVE to sleep in until 8, at least one day.  I know I really shouldn't complain when he does go to bed at 8 at night with no complications or meltdowns and he sleeps through the night.  My days of complete rest at night are going to end in 2 months when our new little one arrives.  But, it doesn't mean that I still don't long for the days when I could at least lie in bed until 8 or 9 and then mosey on out to start my day.  Seeing his face, his smile, and his early morning giggle to help to ease the pain of the 6 AM morning calls.

Sigh........

Vegas!

It's been a couple of weeks since I've blogged, but we've been a little busy here at home, not to mention that I haven't been feeling very well at this point in my pregnancy.  So, I'll give a little update about our recent trip to Vegas and post pics later, since my husband took the camera to work with him.

Our niece turned the big one on July 7th, and her parents were throwing her a birthday party on the 9th.  So, we decided to go and make a weekend of it.  Vegas is always an interesting place to go when you're 6 months pregnant and have a 21- month- old in tow.  The drive is pretty amazing as well (can you feel the sarcasm dripping from my mouth yet?). =)  Pierce was a trooper and did very well on the 5 hour drive.  The only mishap that we had was that at about 20 minutes out from Vegas, Pierce decided to shove a bunch of cheese in his mouth and that didn't go over very well. 

Stephen got us and his parents a suite at the Cosmopolitan, which is a very beautiful hotel.  The suite was nice, but we did have some mishaps with it.  We had requested to be on the side of the Bellagio fountain because it's a quieter side of the hotel, which we didn't get.  So, even though we were 30 floors up, our room shook almost the entire night because they put us right above where their nightclub is.  Thankfully, Pierce could sleep through a bomb exploding, so he had a restful night.  Stephen did complain the next night and they moved us and his parents into new suites on the other side of the hotel. I guess his parents suite was much louder than ours. We now had a beautiful view of the fountain at the Bellagio and I got some awesome pictures of it.  The hotel hooked us up in other ways because of the mix-up and also because they left us in the new suite with no keys to access the room.  It also took them almost 5 hours to get us changed, so it practically wasted our day.

 Stephen and I were able to go out and have dinner at Serendipity with some friends who live there while his parents watched our little munchkin.  We did some shopping afterwards.  He bought me a really nice Coach diaper bag and he bought he and Pierce matching blue LaCoste shirts--so adorable.  He really does love that boy!  They wore their matching shirts to our niece's birthday party.

I don't really want to get into the whole logistics of the trip because then it will just sound like I'm a downer, and afterall, we shouldn't let the little things bring us down, right? Right. =)  I know, a boring post, but if I went into the nitty gritty you wouldn't think it was so boring.......oh well, such is life.

Pics will be posted soon!

Ciao!

Afternoon of Fun....

I think we are suckers.  Not the kind that get licked, thrown, hair stuck in them, and basically abused by the children of America.  I mean the kind that walk into a store and can't resist "buying" something for their beloved child.  Yes, the same child that was throwing the royal tantrums the other day.  I digress.  I justify everything that we get for him.  I mean, the child needs some sort of entertainment--he is a boy after all.

Well, we got him a little table set complete with an umbrella.  Seeing that we live in Murrieta, where it is hotter than Hades outside, he needed a little shade to protect his porcelain white skin.  That, and we figured the table inside would teach him how to sit at the "big boy" table, sit and draw, do art projects, etc...  Yes, I am still continuing to justify the purchase of this product.  In the words of my husband, "He is worth every penny."  And, I concur.  He LOVES it!  He drags the table and the chairs all over our kitchen, mind you, that we store the table set in his play room.  He did sit at it this morning and drank his milk.  It was a sight to make his little mama's heart melt into a big pile of oozy goo.

     Does this not make your heart melt?  I even love his cheesy smile!

Yes, he loves his stuffed animals.

Next up on this list: Markers!  Now, this isn't his first experience with markers, but something was a little different about today.  He's discovered that they work just as well on him as they do on the paper. Therefore, he felt he made a better canvas then did the drawing for his grandma. Let the marking begin!

Bath time commenced after this escapade.  He really is worth every penny, every tantrum, every heart melt, every tear....

I love you so much Pierce Elliott Lane. =)

Ciao!

One Tired Mama....

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!

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!