Sunday, December 31, 2006
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
One more holiday...
Just one holiday left and then it's the long boring stretch of winter. Valentine's Day is just a small interupption. I don't feel like winter really ends until my birthday, that's when I know spring is coming. This year it will also mark 9 years of knowing Dana!
Christmas Eve was great. The kids and I got home from church, and we went to visit Gordie and June which was very nice. Kaia spent most of her time on their computer with her new Land Before Time Game (Grammy and Pappa know what she likes!). Mo spent most of his time eating, sleeping and fussing. (his cold won't go away and those top teeth are really trying to come through) Afterward we went to my parents house and had a great meal. I think I was looking forward to that crab for what must have been a month. Kaia played with her cousin, and was especially excited when Dempsey came. It was a relaxed affair and we enjoyed ourselves.
This whole Christmas was really relaxed for us, and that made it so enjoyable. Lack of sleep because of Mo made me a little cranky, but I was glad that we could just hang around the house Christmas day. Kaia loved her present from Santa and her dinos from Dad and Mom. Mo loved Kaia's presents and the wrapping paper. The cats loved Mo's presents. Dana finally got the cars put up in the tv room and I realized that the slipcover I'd planned to buy with my Christmas money would not match. We had turkey and ham, stuffing, taters and gravy, cranberries and a relish tray for dinner, and spent the rest of the evening watching Pirates of the Carribean and Nemo.
New Year's tends to be even more relaxed for us now. I mean who wants to be around an 8 month old and a 3 year old at midnight? Not me, unless they are fast asleep. So no big plans right now. We usually get invites, but neither of us are big on driving with all the drunks and staying out late. We will probably watch the next Netflix movie and relax.
Christmas Eve was great. The kids and I got home from church, and we went to visit Gordie and June which was very nice. Kaia spent most of her time on their computer with her new Land Before Time Game (Grammy and Pappa know what she likes!). Mo spent most of his time eating, sleeping and fussing. (his cold won't go away and those top teeth are really trying to come through) Afterward we went to my parents house and had a great meal. I think I was looking forward to that crab for what must have been a month. Kaia played with her cousin, and was especially excited when Dempsey came. It was a relaxed affair and we enjoyed ourselves.
This whole Christmas was really relaxed for us, and that made it so enjoyable. Lack of sleep because of Mo made me a little cranky, but I was glad that we could just hang around the house Christmas day. Kaia loved her present from Santa and her dinos from Dad and Mom. Mo loved Kaia's presents and the wrapping paper. The cats loved Mo's presents. Dana finally got the cars put up in the tv room and I realized that the slipcover I'd planned to buy with my Christmas money would not match. We had turkey and ham, stuffing, taters and gravy, cranberries and a relish tray for dinner, and spent the rest of the evening watching Pirates of the Carribean and Nemo.
New Year's tends to be even more relaxed for us now. I mean who wants to be around an 8 month old and a 3 year old at midnight? Not me, unless they are fast asleep. So no big plans right now. We usually get invites, but neither of us are big on driving with all the drunks and staying out late. We will probably watch the next Netflix movie and relax.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Christmas Past
Now that the growth spurt has ended, and the office has been quiet, I have time to share once again. With Christmas just days away, Dana and I have been working on making it memorable for our kids. Kaia and I have been checking the Santa tracker to see when he'll be leaving the North Pole, we checked her name on Santa's list at claus.com to make sure she's on the nice list, and the last 3 nights she's played games online at NorthPole.com. Last night we fell asleep on the couch together watching Rudolph. In trying to make it memorable I think back to my most memorable Christmas Days and two come to mind.
I have no idea how old I was, but I remember that we adopted a family through the hospital where my parents work. I remember that the 2 kids asked for simple necessities like earmuffs and gloves, and I remember us buying Cabbage Patch Kids and art supplies to go with the gloves and earmuffs. It was so much fun that year putting our energy into making someone else's Christmas nice, instead of wondering what we might be getting. And I have no idea what I got that year. I only remember what I gave. For Kaia this is a difficult concept right now, but I still show her the gifts for Toys for Tots, and always give her money to put in the bucket for the Salvation Army. Next year I may see if we can take a half hour of the ringing time my co-worker always signs up for. Kaia couldn't do a full shift, but I know she would benefit from spending some time raising money for others.
The other most memorable Christmas was almost recent. 9 years ago I was home after my first year of college, and things were pretty rough in our family. But by December all 4 of us were living in one house. I had gone to Petco after work one day, and saw 3 albino ferrets. I fell instantly in love, and went home to tell my parents how great they were, and how we needed to get one for Christmas. They had a ferret when I was young, and I talked and pestered non-stop about how they needed one again. On the 23rd my dad told me and my brother to get in the car (I think mom had recently had surgery on her knees as she didn't come with us). I figured we were going to help him buy mom's gifts. When my mom asked where we were going, I told her it was to pick out a ferret. Her reaction should have given it away, but it wasn't until we got by Petco and the car slowed that I knew it was true. Dad had gone to Petco to see the ferrets, and fell just as in love as I had. That night we brought home Rikki and Tikki. Dad couldn't take one and leave the other by herself for Christmas. That Christmas with the Ikki sisters was the best. The most memorable part of Christmas day was after the gifts were open, letting the girls out to romp through the pile of wrapping paper. Those two tiny white ferrets healed many of the wounds in our family, and at least for a few days, we spent time together laughing as a family.
This year Dana and I have opted to spend Christmas day as a family (instead of going to his parents). I'm making a turkey and a ham, and it will be just the four of us, enjoying ourselves on Christmas Day. We will make the rounds to see both families on Christmas Eve. I'm hoping that we can make memorable Christmas's for the kids, and for us.
Merry Christmas to all of you!
I have no idea how old I was, but I remember that we adopted a family through the hospital where my parents work. I remember that the 2 kids asked for simple necessities like earmuffs and gloves, and I remember us buying Cabbage Patch Kids and art supplies to go with the gloves and earmuffs. It was so much fun that year putting our energy into making someone else's Christmas nice, instead of wondering what we might be getting. And I have no idea what I got that year. I only remember what I gave. For Kaia this is a difficult concept right now, but I still show her the gifts for Toys for Tots, and always give her money to put in the bucket for the Salvation Army. Next year I may see if we can take a half hour of the ringing time my co-worker always signs up for. Kaia couldn't do a full shift, but I know she would benefit from spending some time raising money for others.
The other most memorable Christmas was almost recent. 9 years ago I was home after my first year of college, and things were pretty rough in our family. But by December all 4 of us were living in one house. I had gone to Petco after work one day, and saw 3 albino ferrets. I fell instantly in love, and went home to tell my parents how great they were, and how we needed to get one for Christmas. They had a ferret when I was young, and I talked and pestered non-stop about how they needed one again. On the 23rd my dad told me and my brother to get in the car (I think mom had recently had surgery on her knees as she didn't come with us). I figured we were going to help him buy mom's gifts. When my mom asked where we were going, I told her it was to pick out a ferret. Her reaction should have given it away, but it wasn't until we got by Petco and the car slowed that I knew it was true. Dad had gone to Petco to see the ferrets, and fell just as in love as I had. That night we brought home Rikki and Tikki. Dad couldn't take one and leave the other by herself for Christmas. That Christmas with the Ikki sisters was the best. The most memorable part of Christmas day was after the gifts were open, letting the girls out to romp through the pile of wrapping paper. Those two tiny white ferrets healed many of the wounds in our family, and at least for a few days, we spent time together laughing as a family.
This year Dana and I have opted to spend Christmas day as a family (instead of going to his parents). I'm making a turkey and a ham, and it will be just the four of us, enjoying ourselves on Christmas Day. We will make the rounds to see both families on Christmas Eve. I'm hoping that we can make memorable Christmas's for the kids, and for us.
Merry Christmas to all of you!
Monday, December 18, 2006
Caution: Flash Flood may occur after 5 bottles
I believe we are in the midst of a growth spurt. Not mine, although my waistline has increased, but Mo's. Bottle-feeding has really shown me how much a baby can eat when a growth spurt comes on!
Morgan is a pretty easy guy most of the time. He takes a bottle before bed and another one between 3 and 4:30 a.m. That has not been the case since Friday. I already related that we ran out of formula due to his extra feed. Saturday he took 2 bottles before bed and then woke earlier than normal 2:30-3 ish for his a.m. bottle. Last night he drank 3 bottles before bed. Approx 20 oz of formula! Then woke up at 3:30 for another bottle. So at 4:45 when he didn't want to sleep, I picked him up and was bouncing him a little to calm him. That's when the diaper gave way and pee began to pour out on my jammies and feet. I quickly changed him in the dark, and managed to do so without waking Kaia (see miracles do still occur). Unfortunately I didn't get anymore sleep. He still wasn't contented and I finally gave up and laid down on the couch while he played with his annoying light up music toy. I still can't believe Dana and I bought that thing. Except I realize that it is only annoying when I'm awake after a scant 5 hours sleep.
Today found me at Target, buying more formula and size 4 diapers which hopefully can hold a bit more pee. If they don't, it won't be the end of the world. Kaia's pull-ups have disappeared, and she is only allowed panties, so laundry will be run often at our house. Starting with all of the blankets from Kaia's bed, which were damp this morning.
Morgan is a pretty easy guy most of the time. He takes a bottle before bed and another one between 3 and 4:30 a.m. That has not been the case since Friday. I already related that we ran out of formula due to his extra feed. Saturday he took 2 bottles before bed and then woke earlier than normal 2:30-3 ish for his a.m. bottle. Last night he drank 3 bottles before bed. Approx 20 oz of formula! Then woke up at 3:30 for another bottle. So at 4:45 when he didn't want to sleep, I picked him up and was bouncing him a little to calm him. That's when the diaper gave way and pee began to pour out on my jammies and feet. I quickly changed him in the dark, and managed to do so without waking Kaia (see miracles do still occur). Unfortunately I didn't get anymore sleep. He still wasn't contented and I finally gave up and laid down on the couch while he played with his annoying light up music toy. I still can't believe Dana and I bought that thing. Except I realize that it is only annoying when I'm awake after a scant 5 hours sleep.
Today found me at Target, buying more formula and size 4 diapers which hopefully can hold a bit more pee. If they don't, it won't be the end of the world. Kaia's pull-ups have disappeared, and she is only allowed panties, so laundry will be run often at our house. Starting with all of the blankets from Kaia's bed, which were damp this morning.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
And the loser of the mom of the year award is...
Me! It has been quite the day and it's only 1:20 pm. Mo is now sporting not one, but two new bruises , wait a second make that 3. On his face no less. The first bruise happened this morning while we were watching the 2nd consecutive episode of Chanakkuh on Planet Matzah Ball. At least I think that was the name. We were also in a rush to get to church, as I was waiting for Arthur to end to signal that it was 7:30 and time to get Kaia up. Except Arthur seemed to be going very long, and when I looked at the clock on the thermostat it was 7:51 so I had to rush to get Kaia up. Apparently the holiday episode is extra long. So as Mo was trying to climb up to the coffee table, I was removing the blanket I'd sat him on during breakfast. He wasn't all the way off it, so I ended up pulling his knees out from under him and sending his little head right into the coffee table leg. The result is a lovely bruise above his left eye that includes a nice line where he hit the edge.
After church we arrived home to find Dana riding his quad, and of course Kaia had to join him. So I took Mo inside with me. It's just me and him but I managed to allow him to fall down the stairs. The worst part is when I set him down I thought, I hope he doesn't fall down the stairs. But he appeared to be crawling toward his toys, so I walked off to hear a thud, and as I came running another thud (he'd caught himself for just a second in the middle of the stairs) Luckily our stairs are split so it wasn't a long fall. It did however result in a nice big swollen bruise under his left eye. A bruise on his forehead above the right eye has appeared, and a rug burn on his nose, and blister on his lip.
And while typing this he fell off the couch. Kaia refuses to tell me how he got up there in the first place. Oh well another year without honors, I suspect that there are many more to come.
After church we arrived home to find Dana riding his quad, and of course Kaia had to join him. So I took Mo inside with me. It's just me and him but I managed to allow him to fall down the stairs. The worst part is when I set him down I thought, I hope he doesn't fall down the stairs. But he appeared to be crawling toward his toys, so I walked off to hear a thud, and as I came running another thud (he'd caught himself for just a second in the middle of the stairs) Luckily our stairs are split so it wasn't a long fall. It did however result in a nice big swollen bruise under his left eye. A bruise on his forehead above the right eye has appeared, and a rug burn on his nose, and blister on his lip.
And while typing this he fell off the couch. Kaia refuses to tell me how he got up there in the first place. Oh well another year without honors, I suspect that there are many more to come.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Dream Interpretation
Since I got very little sleep last night, I was pondering the dreams I had while I did sleep. I tend to have recurring dreams. The same themes come up often. Last night was a travel dream, which apparently represents progress toward goals. I'm not sure how living in a caravan (our family loaded the trailer with most of our belongings, and traveled with others we know for an extended period of time, to no specific place, & without giving up our permanent dwelling) represents progress, but that's what the experts say. I often dream that I'm traveling somewhere, for business or pleasure, but I'm never fully prepared.
It's too bad I don't have Joseph to share my dreams with, and none of my dreams seem to mimic any of the biblical dreams, but I'll share them with all of you.
A recurring place in my dreams is this cemetary. It is huge & takes up a large part of the center of town. It is fenced with huge white iron gates. Inside is the most brilliant green grass, beautiful green trees, white statuary, and sometimes white stone... not sure the best description, but there are steps and columns, an outdoor room or arena maybe. As you can tell by my description, there aren't many graves, but it is a cemetary and it's far more beautiful than any park I've ever been to. Sometimes good things happen in my dreams there sometimes bad. But it is always awe inspiring and I love waking up after having spent my dream there.
Another dream I love is the planet dream. In these dreams the celestial bodies aren't millions of miles away. Nope they are up close to earth & we can sit out in the yard, or in front of a window and see a show more spectacular than any fireworks. Comets and planets as close as the clouds. Sometimes this is part of an "end of the world" dream or can be accompanied by a volcano erupting which is an amazing and gorgeous sight in my dream, but most often it's just a beautiful sight that I take in.
I do have the college dream, that doesn't revolve around tests, just that I can't remember what classes I should be at each day & what time. Usually the result is I've forgotten to attend a class for weeks & I'm afraid of failing. It's almost always a science class, not one of my best subjects in real life.
Then there is the public restroom dream. I search and search for a clean stall that also is private, but cannot find one. They are always open or worse open & co-ed. This dream I guess has to do with vulnerability & acceptance from others.
There are others, but I'll share later. What are your thoughts?
It's too bad I don't have Joseph to share my dreams with, and none of my dreams seem to mimic any of the biblical dreams, but I'll share them with all of you.
A recurring place in my dreams is this cemetary. It is huge & takes up a large part of the center of town. It is fenced with huge white iron gates. Inside is the most brilliant green grass, beautiful green trees, white statuary, and sometimes white stone... not sure the best description, but there are steps and columns, an outdoor room or arena maybe. As you can tell by my description, there aren't many graves, but it is a cemetary and it's far more beautiful than any park I've ever been to. Sometimes good things happen in my dreams there sometimes bad. But it is always awe inspiring and I love waking up after having spent my dream there.
Another dream I love is the planet dream. In these dreams the celestial bodies aren't millions of miles away. Nope they are up close to earth & we can sit out in the yard, or in front of a window and see a show more spectacular than any fireworks. Comets and planets as close as the clouds. Sometimes this is part of an "end of the world" dream or can be accompanied by a volcano erupting which is an amazing and gorgeous sight in my dream, but most often it's just a beautiful sight that I take in.
I do have the college dream, that doesn't revolve around tests, just that I can't remember what classes I should be at each day & what time. Usually the result is I've forgotten to attend a class for weeks & I'm afraid of failing. It's almost always a science class, not one of my best subjects in real life.
Then there is the public restroom dream. I search and search for a clean stall that also is private, but cannot find one. They are always open or worse open & co-ed. This dream I guess has to do with vulnerability & acceptance from others.
There are others, but I'll share later. What are your thoughts?
Another sleepless night
Last night was another Friday night with little sleep. Mo went to bed easily around 8 p.m. I got Kaia to bed close to 8:30, and was enjoying watching tv and talking with Dana when Mo woke up. So I got him and was attempting to get him back to sleep with more luck at putting myself to sleep than him. He finally went back down around 11 something. I was awake then, and when I got into bed to go to sleep at 12:30, he was awake again. So at 12:45 I had to give him his bottle. This wouldn't be a big deal normally, but I forgot to go to Target and get formula yesterday, and this was the last of the formula.
I hoped that he wouldn't need his early morning feed since he ate a second night time bottle. Wrong! He woke me at 5:15 wanting to eat. So I attempted to give him a bottle of mostly water with about half a scoop of formula. He wasn't having it. I couldn't think of a store open that would have formula. Then I woke up enough to remember the bag of breastmilk in the freezer. I was saving it for a time when i ran out of formula. So he was content to drink it, and we were awake for the day.
I've come to realize that I'm not as young as I once was. I distinctly remember barely sleeping quite often in highschool and college. And during my internship when I had to work the 3 am shift at the bakery and then work until 5 pm at Camp Fire. All those times I was still a normal human being. Today though, I'm so exhausted I can barely function, but I can't nap either (trust me I tried).
Ahh and now my post is interuppted by Mo, who is awake from his 2nd nap of the day.
I hoped that he wouldn't need his early morning feed since he ate a second night time bottle. Wrong! He woke me at 5:15 wanting to eat. So I attempted to give him a bottle of mostly water with about half a scoop of formula. He wasn't having it. I couldn't think of a store open that would have formula. Then I woke up enough to remember the bag of breastmilk in the freezer. I was saving it for a time when i ran out of formula. So he was content to drink it, and we were awake for the day.
I've come to realize that I'm not as young as I once was. I distinctly remember barely sleeping quite often in highschool and college. And during my internship when I had to work the 3 am shift at the bakery and then work until 5 pm at Camp Fire. All those times I was still a normal human being. Today though, I'm so exhausted I can barely function, but I can't nap either (trust me I tried).
Ahh and now my post is interuppted by Mo, who is awake from his 2nd nap of the day.
Friday, December 15, 2006
A typical insane Friday!
It's only 6:30 but so far, Kaia has attempted to eat potpourri, Mo has coated my shoulder in snot (why does he hate tissues but has no problem using my clothing?), and I over-cooked my steak to well done when I wanted medium. Dana is working at a friend's garage, and I am trying to keep the kids entertained. I've had them home with me since about 4. It was my first day back to work and I couldn't make it an entire day.
We have my Yahoo music videos blasting. A mix of modern country, rock and christian rock. Something that only works well when D is not around to hear it. Kaia is dancing on her Lincoln Log tin, and Mo thinks she's hilarious dancing right in front of his highchair. He continues to eat his peas and mac & cheese despite the distraction. Not much can come between that boy and his food.
Kaia even almost ate dinner. She ate all her steak anyway, and some of her mac & cheese. The peas look untouched though... Wild child is running around only in a pull-up and keeps turning up the speakers. I hope that she crashes early! I need the sleep.
We have my Yahoo music videos blasting. A mix of modern country, rock and christian rock. Something that only works well when D is not around to hear it. Kaia is dancing on her Lincoln Log tin, and Mo thinks she's hilarious dancing right in front of his highchair. He continues to eat his peas and mac & cheese despite the distraction. Not much can come between that boy and his food.
Kaia even almost ate dinner. She ate all her steak anyway, and some of her mac & cheese. The peas look untouched though... Wild child is running around only in a pull-up and keeps turning up the speakers. I hope that she crashes early! I need the sleep.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
The Vacuum Cleaner
He crawls around the carpet looking for his next victim... he finds it and his hand reaches out, grasps it, and shoves it into the open mouth. Mo has officially become a vacuum cleaner! A few days ago I caught him chewing on wood pellets. Anything and everything he finds on the floor at home, or at grammy's goes straight into his mouth.
This has led to vacumming on my sick day, so I don't have to worry about what he's trying to eat. This also means some of Kaia's toys are off-limits to her, and a lesson learned just 2 minutes ago: the kleenex must be kept up high.
There is some good news though; he does enjoy healthy foods. For dinner he ate cut up linguine, a half of an avocado, and pieces of a wheat roll. He had some fruit and veggie puffs as an appetizer after he crawled from the tv room into the dinig room to yell at me for leaving him. I miss the quiet little lump sometimes, but my boy is definitely growing up. 
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
The Best Christmas Movie ever...
Since I'm home sick (thank you kids!) I took the opportunity to watch my most favorite Christmas movie ever while I knitted some scarves. A Christmas Story has been my favorite Christmas movie for as long as I can remember. I was 5 when it was made, so I'm sure I was close to 9 before I saw it, but ever since that time I've loved it. We watched it every Christmas as a family, and I admit to watching it at other times of the year too. Especially now that I have the DVD with all the extras.
A strange thing to discuss, but hey I love A Christmas Story, and I want to talk about it, and hear your comments too. I love how real the family is... I can distinctly remember having my own crazy fantasies that were always bigger than real life, the fixation on one object at Christmas time, parents who love their kids but don't always say or do the right thing. (this last is more something that I've learned from experience as a parent)
The best part of the movie for me has been sharing it with Kaia. She's old enough now that she loves to watch the movie and repeat lines from it. I think we are on the 568th viewing, but I could be wrong. While setting up our own tree she kept telling me "Now our tree is perfect." She insisted on a star topper too. And on the day we decorated she said "We're going to miss out on all the good trees." (we have a fake, prelit tree so I assured her we wouldn't miss out) Triple Dog Dare You comes out of her mouth on many occasions and completely out of context. Unfortunately she did pick up one bad phrase, but only said it once when I made sure she knew that she would get "the soap" too.
Today I took the opportunity to watch A Christmas Story with the director Bob Clark and star Peter Billingsley's comments over the top. It was fun to hear all the little details that went into making the film and some of their favorite parts. They mentioned the leg lamps which are available for those that wish to have one. And I will admit, I want one. I will even confess that I'm jealous of some people who live on 56th avenue. They have a big front window, and in it, is a Christmas tree complete with the tinsel and next to it... a leg lamp. I don't have a front window that would display it, and I don't have a leg lamp, but someday I will.
A strange thing to discuss, but hey I love A Christmas Story, and I want to talk about it, and hear your comments too. I love how real the family is... I can distinctly remember having my own crazy fantasies that were always bigger than real life, the fixation on one object at Christmas time, parents who love their kids but don't always say or do the right thing. (this last is more something that I've learned from experience as a parent)
The best part of the movie for me has been sharing it with Kaia. She's old enough now that she loves to watch the movie and repeat lines from it. I think we are on the 568th viewing, but I could be wrong. While setting up our own tree she kept telling me "Now our tree is perfect." She insisted on a star topper too. And on the day we decorated she said "We're going to miss out on all the good trees." (we have a fake, prelit tree so I assured her we wouldn't miss out) Triple Dog Dare You comes out of her mouth on many occasions and completely out of context. Unfortunately she did pick up one bad phrase, but only said it once when I made sure she knew that she would get "the soap" too.
Today I took the opportunity to watch A Christmas Story with the director Bob Clark and star Peter Billingsley's comments over the top. It was fun to hear all the little details that went into making the film and some of their favorite parts. They mentioned the leg lamps which are available for those that wish to have one. And I will admit, I want one. I will even confess that I'm jealous of some people who live on 56th avenue. They have a big front window, and in it, is a Christmas tree complete with the tinsel and next to it... a leg lamp. I don't have a front window that would display it, and I don't have a leg lamp, but someday I will.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Finally!
I was finally able to get some sleep. Not as much as I would have liked, and we were late to Sunday School but it was sleep! They both had naps today, but I'm still praying for a quiet night!
Mo is slowly getting better from this cold, & Kaia is her usual wild self. Mommy is very tired & run down, & extremely glad that a 4 day weekend is coming up. Mo did sleep for awhile last night but at 5 a.m. I was not amused by the crying spells. Praying tonight will go better & we can all have a good week.
Mo is slowly getting better from this cold, & Kaia is her usual wild self. Mommy is very tired & run down, & extremely glad that a 4 day weekend is coming up. Mo did sleep for awhile last night but at 5 a.m. I was not amused by the crying spells. Praying tonight will go better & we can all have a good week.
Saturday, December 9, 2006
A night without sleep...
I'm learning very quickly that without sleep I am not a nice wife or a good mom. At this point I have very little patience, and look forward to bedtime. Mo is finally sick with the cold that has been going around the office and migrated to home. That meant that what little sleep we got was on the couch and on Kaia's toddler bed. I'm exhausted at this point, but neither child seems fazed. Hopefully both will go to sleep at a decent time (like now!) and I can get caught up before another work week begins.
Friday, December 8, 2006
Poopy pants, stripping, and a cranky teether
I used to think that working a full-time job, being a wife, and raising kids would be boring. But nights like last night make me laugh long and hard at how insane life can be.
Last night was a typical night, home with the kids right around 6 p.m. Kaia has to play with daddy in the garage, and she's always a huge help, while Mo and I went in to start dinner. So the plan was to start dinner, but first Mo had to be pacified. I put him in his high-chair and got some veggie and fruit puffs out for him to eat. Then I went to the cupboard in search of inspiration for dinner. It was then that I heard Kaia crying, the door from the garage open and slam shut, and the door to her room slammed shut. The door to her room was the key sound. That meant poop.
She's fully trained to pee on the potty, but I swear I'll have to home-school the girl because she refuses to poop on the potty. I called out, "Kaia what are you doing?" and got the response of "nothing." Not a good sign. As I'm running downstairs to get her to the potty, Mo begins screaming because he is all by himself. I go to open the door, and she's pushing it shut from the other side, and a terrible odor is coming from her room. Too late.
I won't go into the disgusting details of getting poopy pants off of a 3 year old. But she ended up in the bath tub. After her bath though she was running around naked and wearing my high heeled boots. A new fashion maybe?
I stepped outside to help Dana with our ATV rack. All of a sudden I hear the door, and out she came. It's maybe 20 degrees and she looks like she's working a strip joint in our front yard. I almost died laughing, Dana however held it together while he ordered her back into the house. Afterward she went inside and helped me by feeding Mo about half of his jar of babyfood. (only a third of that went on his shirt so not too bad) She started out in the buff, but soon asked for help in putting some jammies on. There may be some modesty in her after all... Nah.
I finished feeding Mo, as he continued to fuss at me. I offered him a biter biscuit to help work his top teeth through, but only got more screaming so I gave him a few teething tablets and put him on the floor to play. I went back to work at making dinner, while Kaia went back out to help dad in the garage, and eventually 7:30 p.m. we ate dinner.
Kaia was out by 8:20, Dad was in bed by 9, and Mo fell asleep while I attempted to watch CSI but failed miserably and woke at 11 to put myself to bed.
Last night was a typical night, home with the kids right around 6 p.m. Kaia has to play with daddy in the garage, and she's always a huge help, while Mo and I went in to start dinner. So the plan was to start dinner, but first Mo had to be pacified. I put him in his high-chair and got some veggie and fruit puffs out for him to eat. Then I went to the cupboard in search of inspiration for dinner. It was then that I heard Kaia crying, the door from the garage open and slam shut, and the door to her room slammed shut. The door to her room was the key sound. That meant poop.
She's fully trained to pee on the potty, but I swear I'll have to home-school the girl because she refuses to poop on the potty. I called out, "Kaia what are you doing?" and got the response of "nothing." Not a good sign. As I'm running downstairs to get her to the potty, Mo begins screaming because he is all by himself. I go to open the door, and she's pushing it shut from the other side, and a terrible odor is coming from her room. Too late.
I won't go into the disgusting details of getting poopy pants off of a 3 year old. But she ended up in the bath tub. After her bath though she was running around naked and wearing my high heeled boots. A new fashion maybe?
I stepped outside to help Dana with our ATV rack. All of a sudden I hear the door, and out she came. It's maybe 20 degrees and she looks like she's working a strip joint in our front yard. I almost died laughing, Dana however held it together while he ordered her back into the house. Afterward she went inside and helped me by feeding Mo about half of his jar of babyfood. (only a third of that went on his shirt so not too bad) She started out in the buff, but soon asked for help in putting some jammies on. There may be some modesty in her after all... Nah.
I finished feeding Mo, as he continued to fuss at me. I offered him a biter biscuit to help work his top teeth through, but only got more screaming so I gave him a few teething tablets and put him on the floor to play. I went back to work at making dinner, while Kaia went back out to help dad in the garage, and eventually 7:30 p.m. we ate dinner.
Kaia was out by 8:20, Dad was in bed by 9, and Mo fell asleep while I attempted to watch CSI but failed miserably and woke at 11 to put myself to bed.
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