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June 30, 2012

Today’s activities had us away from the house during Baby Lady’s naptime so when she fell asleep in the car, we knew there was going to be the dreaded car to bed transfer involved.  Non parents may not understand the extreme skill and luck needed for a successful car to bed or crib transfer so let me give you my stats. Bean is now 25 months and I have only had 3 successful transfers!

Imagine my surprise when I got her out of her carseat and she snuggled right in to my neck. OMG, I was in heaven. As I was rocking her before bed (another super rare occurance) I realized how much I miss our snuggle time together. She used to crave being snuggled before bed and now she just wants us to put her down and she falls asleep on her own like the big girl that she is becomming.

I miss my baby girl but I am so happy with who she is becomIng. Tonight she grabbed our check book and told me “Mama, go get me a pink crayon”. Apparently, she had some checks to write out!

Difference

June 19, 2012

Difference

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?!?  

salt dough

May 4, 2012

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.