Bethy's World

Why I hate squirrels…

May 24, 2012

This is a copy and paste so I don’t have to write it all out again.

I wake up at 2 and can’t figure out why, so I decided to go downstairs

to get something to drink. I’m standing in the kitchen and I hear CeCe

make a noise, a strange noise but it was so late that I wasn’t going to

investigate. I’m trying to decide if I want something to eat and I hear

another noise, this time it was more like a squeak. It reminded me of

the mice noise we used to hear so I go into the living room and turn on

the light to find CeCe standing at the fire place with a FLYING SQUIRREL

staring down at her. I wiped my eyes thinking I’m crazy and seeing

things and the darn thing moved and CeCe growled at it.

OMG, I go running up the stairs to get Nick. I called his name like 5 times and

he doesn’t wake up. Finally I loudly said “NICHOLAS, GET UP, THERE IS A

FLYING SQUIRREL DOWNSTAIRS.” He got up and was like WTF have you been smoking. He follows me downstairs and is convinced that I’m crazy. He

finally sees it but thinks it’s a bat, so he goes into “bat precautions”

(his words, not mine)

Now mind you, he just got out of bed so he’s only

wearing underwear. He throws on a trench coat from the closet, grabs

some boots, puts on oven mitts and grabs a large plastic bowl. I then

ask him if he’s going to flash the squirrel (he looked like a flasher!)

but I guess at 2am, he wasn’t a fan of my humor. He rushes the squirrel

which he still thinks is a bat, because umm, really, have you ever seen

a flying squirrel?!? So he rushed the “bat” and it runs back under the

mantel where is was chilling. The cat freaks out, I run out of the room

and he goes to get a bigger bowl.

He coaxes the squirrel out, which he has now admitted that it IS in fact

a squirrel so he’s dropped the “bat precautions” and put on regular

clothes. So he gets the thing out and it starts it run around the

house. I was holding a blanket, which I was going to throw over it,

when the squirrel decided it wanted to climb the tree behind me. So it

leaps off the mantel, through the air, I scream, the cat is chasing it,

Nick is chasing the cat and I peed my pants!

Long story short, he captured the squirrel, put it into a bowl and now

it’s loose somewhere in the garage. CeCe is ok, I had her checked at

the vet, 2+ hour car ride and $105 later, she’s fine.

Seriously?!?

Since being laid off, I have become totally addicted to Pinterest. If you don’t know what it is by now, I’m pretty sure you live under a rock. Anyway, all over Pinterest (or better know as a how to make Beth feel crappy about her mommy skills site) are these amazing links to DIY projects to do with your toddlers. I saw this cute one… (http://www.theimaginationtree.com/2011/06/salt-dough-footprint-keepsakes.html) and I figured it couldn’t been too hard, I mean look, they are all having fun with the dough and the foot prints came out perfect.

So I tried, Iz freaked out when the dough touched her hands. I made Christmas ornaments instead. I tried another recipe, again she flipped her lid when I touched the dough to her foot. Today though, I had a plan. I was going to BRIBE her.

She helped me get the dough ready (she didn’t put her hands in, she shares the same issue with having her hands dirty as I do) and I put her in her high chair with a popsicle and Mickey Mouse on the TV. I rolled out the dough, put it on a cookie sheet and before she even knew it, I got the best footprint EVER! Now I knew the handprint was going to be a little harder, cue the toddler whine of “No touch dough, mama!” and that’s when it happened. I bribed my daughter. Not once, but twice. With cookies AND candy. She gladly gave me the best handprint I’ve gotten. IT WORKED. I was doing a happy dance and got the dough into the over to bake.

I opened the over an hour and a half later to find a big blob of dough mess. It had risen in the oven and ruined my perfect prints.

Lesson learned? Bribing with just cookies doesn’t work, you have to throw the candy in there too!

Findings from childrens tv

April 12, 2012

I strongly believe that Caillou’s mother must be on some drugs. She is always calm and endures an extreme amount of his whining. The drug use would also explain why she never changes her clothes.

I am convinced that Sir Topham Hatt is a pimp or something, why else would he need body guards at all times?

And finally, what is up with one of Cookie Monster’s eyes? One really wiggles all the time while the other kinda just wobbles slighly back and forth. If he has a lazy eye, shouldnt he be wearing corrective eye glasses or an eye patch?

**see what happens when I no longer have to go to work everyday**

Who knew?

March 29, 2012

Who knew being a stay at home mom would be so challenging? I am beyond tired from Iz’s sleepless nights, my to do list is a mile long and I feel like I’m boring my poor daughter to tears. There is no more magic in this mama’s hat.

Today was a rough day

March 16, 2012

N and I had an argument last night that left me awake for longer than I wanted. I fell asleep in a bad mood and when I woke up, I didn’t feel rested. I just wanted to crawl back into bed and stay there for the day but I got up and tried to put my happy face on.

Poor Iz is getting teeth and her allergies are acting up so she’s been a little extra cranky, clingy and whiny lately. Add in my mood and my patience was gone by 10 am.

What a difference a couple of weeks makes. When I was working, I used to complain that I didn’t get to spend enough time with Iz and here I am, complaining about how my day was rough.

I don’t know how stay at home moms do this. My brain feels like it’s turning to mush and there are only so many times in one day that I can sing Itsy Bitsy Spider.

Enough with the bad

March 6, 2012

2012 sucks so far. My papa was in a SERIOUS car accident, my family’s dog passed away, I lost my job, I found out I need braces (again!) and oh my, the list could go on but I’m not going to drag it out. I’ve decided to change my own luck, enough with the bad!

So the good, Baby Lady just FINALLY broke tooth #17, her bottom left 2 year molar. This tooth has been giving her hell and I’m so happy that it’s finally broken through.

I won a spot in an online photo contest! Woohoo.

N got me and my sister a day spa pass! OMG, we are two stressed out ladies and I can’t believe he did this as a surprise to me.

Wow, this is crazy all over the place, but I will end with picture of B. Can you believe how big she’s getting?!?

Conflicted

January 7, 2012

I’m not going to give you (all 3 of you readers that I probably have left) some lame excuse why I haven’t posted in two months, I just haven’t. Life got hella busy and blogging, while it helps me get my thoughts in order, fell to the bottom of the list with exercising, eating correctly, and keeping my room clean. Oh well…

So the other day at work, I had this sudden urge to just download all my thoughts into the blog. I wish I could do that, just one quick brain dump and all my thoughts are down and neatly organized because they sure as hell aren’t organized in my brain. I have started and stopped a post about possible baby #2 about 5 times now and each time, I just hit delete because I can’t seem to get my thoughts to sound good enough. Since Baby Lady was born, I’ve been scared to birth another baby but the desire to parent another child was strong. N and I would go back and forth about adoption possibilities and what that would like financially and also emotionally. N has a lot of reserves about adoption and I’m ready to jump head first into the process.

I saw the Dr. on Wednesday and she said that while I am at a higher risk for an uterine hemorrhage because I’ve already had one, it’s not likely that I will have one because they would take precautions and my birth with Baby Lady should not prevent me from having more children. I left the appointment ecstatic and couldn’t wait to share the news with N. He was excited that I got some good news at the Dr but he wasn’t jump up and down excited like I was. That took some of the wind out of my sail. I know that now is not the right time to even be thinking about baby #2 but that’s all that I can think about lately.

Do we adopt? How would the rest of the family treat that child? It makes my skin crawl when people distinguish between adoptive children and biological children like “here is Hank, Willy and our adopted daughter Sarah.” (names have been changed to protect the guilty) And probably my biggest fear, would the child ever feel like I wasn’t enough of a mother that they needed to find their bio mother?

God, why does this choice have to be so rough? And why am I agonizing over something that is still months, if not a year away?!?

Love

October 20, 2011

I know that I’ve been gone forever and I know that I promised an update on Bell’s likes and dislikes but I am up to my eyeballs in editing pictures and new job stress has left me very little time and energy so I will leave you with the reason I take pictures.

It’s to capture moments like this one. I am beyond in love with this picture. It’s like gram and N’s grandpa are just shining down on the two of them.

Next steps

September 12, 2011

tags: Photography

I have what I like to call the beginning of a photography business, I am a little too embarrassed to share the site because it’s still very bare. I have decided to take the next step and I’m taking an outdoor photo class next month, add that to my weekly customer shoots (OMG, did you just read that, I have CUSTOMERS now!) and I’m super busy. I guess change and growth is good.

I had this whole post planned out on what Bell loves and what she doesn’t and who she takes after but I can’t even see straight I’m so tired (and it’s only 9:19, I guess stress will do that to you) so I will just leave you with two of my favorite pictures from one of our park days.