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Thursday, October 23, 2008

Sleeping - or lack thereof

Lately nap time and bed time have become a huge chore. I don't know why. It never has been before. My little guy used to just get in bed and lay there until he fell asleep. Now it's get out of bed a gazillion times so mommy has to put him back in bed a gazillion times. Yes, a gazillion, and I'm not exaggerating. Much. Most of the time he will just come out of his room and say he wants to watch TV or have a drink but for the past several nights my little guy will tell me that he's scared. For the life of me I can't figure out what a two and a half year old would have to be scared of when he's never been scared of anything before - my fearless little monkey boy. So I take him back to bed and say all the right things, put all his favorite stuffed animals in bed so he's not alone and point out that he has his very own special light right next to his bed. Fortunately, that seems to be working. Now, at nap time, he comes out telling me he can't sleep. What's up with that? He gets up at the crack of dawn and goes hard all day and he tells me he can't sleep. Sometimes while yawning or after almost falling asleep in the car. Give me a break! I'm ready for a nap an hour after I wake up. Today, after about the third or fourth time I put him back to bed I could hear him playing with his toy computer. So I march back in there and tell him it's nap time, put the computer away, and he looks at me and says, in all seriousness, "I'm checking my e-mail!" I am not kidding.

On to the next trial - potty training. My little guy seems to be interested in going potty, asks to sit on the throne every once in a while, always wants to come in when I'm going potty, etc., so I finally broke down and bought a potty seat. I probably could have started this process several months ago but cleaning up "accidents" is not my idea of a good time. And that's why I bought the seat that sits right on top of the toilet because knowing me, if I bought the mini-toilet that sits on the floor, while emptying it I'd somehow trip and dump "everything" all down the front of me. Ick. On the bright side, it makes me giggle every time my little guy says "pee-pee" or "poo-poo". It's just so darn cute! While we're on the subject, when my little guy ... passes gas ... he'll say, "That's me?" and then we'll ask him, "Did you toot?" and he'll say right back, "No, I fart." LOL Mom, I know you're probably shaking your head but come on, it's a little bit funny. Anyhoo, for those of you out there who have potty trained little boys, please let me know what to do to make it less traumatic ... for me.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

I've been tagged

I've been tagged by my long time friend Amy!

Here's 7 random/weird facts about me:

1. I have a piece of my right rib, a piece of my left rib, a piece of my sternum and metal pins in my jaw.

2. On the bright side, I have NEVER had a cavity!!!

3. I am extraordinarily, deathly afraid of heights. (Thanks, Blain)

4. My little guy's birth weight was one ounce more than the combined birth weights of my friend Amy's three babies.

5. In high school, I had a dog named Joey Ramone.

6. I am fundamentally lazy.

7. I have a thing for Irish and Scottish accents. (ie: Bono and Craig Ferguson)

I am tagging these people:


Whew ... I almost didn't have 7 people to tag. Click on their names to view their blogs.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Adam and Eve on a raft and wreck 'em

Last night, ten o'clock, I'm downstairs with my DH relaxin' in front of the big screen. He's got the remote (of course) so I'm trying not to nod off to ESPN. As we're sitting there just enjoying each other's company I hear, "Mommy! Mommy!". Jerking instantly out of my waking dream of purple peanut M&Ms, I run upstairs to check out the sitch because, for all intents and purposes (or intensive purposes, right Mel?), my little guy should be in la-la land. After almost bulldozing right through him at the top of the stairs my little guy just looks at me so sad and says, "My eggs, mommy." It's kind of hard to see but yes, there are three yolk-y casualties in what can only be described as a hilariously muddled attempt at "breh-fuhst". Give the little guy an "A" for effort though, he even got out the frying pan. To be perfectly honest, it took me a few minutes to see the hilarity (note previous post), seeing as how the last couple of weeks have been the ultimate test of disciplining without leaving noticeable marks. Lucky for little guy I remembered an article I read in the Ensign (church magazine) that talked about not yelling. Okay, the article was way more in depth but you get the picture. And since every time I yell little guy cries like his heart is broken I was able to turn that frown upside down and even bring my blood pressure back to a less dangerous level. Let's see how well that holds up the next time a permanent marker is abused.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Short lived but nice while it lasted

On the bright side ... at least we got to eat dessert in peace.

Oh to be 29 again

Here I sit. Another year older. The more time goes by, the older I get. Can you believe that? I remember when I used to think people my age were" gettin' up there". I think I can now be considered "middle aged". What's up with that!?!?!?!?!?! I guess being 41 wouldn't be so bad if my biological clock weren't ticking. Ugh ... did I say 41? Just can't wrap my head around that. And I'm gonna be 50. When? Someday. (What movie is that from? Hint: In the movie she says "And I'm gonna be 40" instead of 50 ... anyway ...) It's probably safe to say I wouldn't be feeling my age so deeply if I didn't have a two and a half year old. Let me give you the Reader's Digest version of my day today:

During shower/getting ready time: little guy takes bottle of sesame oil and pours it everywhere.

During computer time: little guy takes everything out of my purse and uses my lipstick to draw on the TV and wall.

During lunch at restaurant: little guy screams/cries/yells "I'm so mad!" then abruptly falls asleep half way through.

During lunch at restaurant: notice rash on little guy's face that looks disturbingly like measles. False alarm, fortunately, but found out from doc it was a post viral rash that is accompanied by irritability. Understatement of the year.

During what should have been nap time: little guy has several trips to time out for messing around in the junk drawer.

During getting ready for date with daddy time: little guy gets black Sharpie permanent marker out of junk drawer and draws on the carpet. Yes I said carpet.

During visit at auntie's house while mommy and daddy are on a date: little guy is an angel.

It's a conspiracy! I was sure I was going to find my little guy tied up out on the front porch with a big sign saying, "Never come back!" when I went to pick him up. But no, when mommy isn't around he loses interest in his "Let's see if we can make the grown ups blubber in a corner" game. And yes, I do still want another one. Go figure.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

America, you disappoint me

I have a love/hate relationship with reality shows so I don't watch them very often. Especially the competitions. I don't like feeling embarrassed or humiliated or crushed for people I don't know. However, tonight was the finale of "America's Got Talent" and there were a couple of contestants that were actually worth watching. In one of my earlier posts I included a video of the brother duo "Nuttin But Stringz" (classical violin mixed with hip/hop) and mentioned Neal E. Boyd (opera). Both of these performers were in the top 5. I only caught the last 15 minutes and would have missed it all together if I hadn't been channel surfing. Well here's my beef - the choosing of the winner was not done by the judges but by "America" at large. People voted for their favorites and whoever got the most votes won. What if all the people who voted were morons? Based on the fact that "Nuttin But Stringz" was voted in third place I'm thinking most of them were. But that's just my humble opinion. At least the winner (Neal) was someone I would have voted for if I'd known I could vote. Check him out -

Interpretive Desitin Smear Art

Don't ask ... he was supposed to be taking a nap.

He's got the look

I don't think he could be any cuter!