Dear poopy boy,

Dear poopy boy,



I see you walking down the stair with your pants around your ankles and in my mind I have the argument with myself which is worse: you falling down the stairs or you having pooped in your underwear and now its EVERYWHERE...

I love you very much. I really do but when you poop in your "big boy" underwear, it makes me question if you love me. IF you do love me as much as you tell me you do, wouldn't you want to NOT make me deal with your poop.

I mean I love you and I would never ask you to clean crap off of me.

Every time you do this I think "This could be the thing that makes me love your siblings more". I would never say this out loud to you but I know that if you had not sprung forth out of my own body I would NOT be putting up with this.

Seriously what kind of decent person poops in their clothes??

If my friends did that I would stop being friends with them.

Why do you think that something is wrong with allowing your "peeps and poops", as you refer to it, to flow freely into the potty?? I don't get it...

Doesn't the feeling of POOP on your skin bother you??

Doesn't the smell of POOP surrounding you bother you??

Either way it bothers me and seeing as how I am your mother and my opinion matters more then yours does at this stage of your life thats that.

You will start pooping in the potty or I will just stop loving you as much... Or something I couldn't figure out what else to say there.

Love,

Your thoroughly exhausted Mommy

P.S. Do you think you could start sleeping all the way through the night in your own bed, instead of invading mine??

If your gonna be up at that time of night the least you could do it take care of your baby sister, but since you obviously can't do that PLEASE just stay in your bed.

Again with Love,

Your extremely exhausted Mommy

Did you know

I bet none of you knew that if a mom speaks to a room full of children and husbands no one could hear her!! 

Its a fact. Only after she has repeated herself about 5 times would they finally start to even acknowledge that she is even speaking. And then after another 5 times they might realize shes talking to them. 

Amazing I know. How is it that 2 so diverse groups of people can ignore the same person the same way??

Another fact, if a mom speaks to a room full of moms she only has to say it ONCE. Not really sure if its 'cause women (moms for the most part) listen better then fathers and children OR if its 'cause moms hear at the same frequency they speak... In any case I feel as though I have been beating my head against several brick walls (of varying sizes) for quite some time now. 

I ask my husband to mention things at work and three weeks later its still not done. 

I ask my kids to do something and before they are even out of the room the turn around ask me "what did you want me to do again??"

AAARRRGGGGHHH

My pillow is about to become evidence in my attempted murder trial!! No seriously Scott stop snoring!! I might actually kill him tonight.

Hemangioma

So today Ailyn had her hemangioma removed. So here is a brief time line along with pictures

6 AM waiting at admitting for our surgery scheduled at 7:15.

Taking a brief nap before being whisked away for anesthesia. 7AM.

Her last picture of her little red bump. This was right around 7:15.

Resting comfortably with her own blankey's around 9 ish.

Around 2:30 PM after a nice long nap. And she removed her steri strips. Now it looks like she was in a knock down drag out fight with another baby.

Right around 10 PM tonight we are resting comfortably. Her eye is still swollen and bruised. She is just about ready to zonk out for the night. What a day we have had.

Why does my precious little girl think nothing of waking me up at 3am and then falling back asleep by 4 only the wake up again around 7 and then nap at 8??

Dear life...

To Whom it may concern:

This is going out specifically to the entity out there that is directly looking over and examining my life. The one with the clipboard and scale. The one making sure that all the good things that happen are balanced with equally bad/negative things. The one who never really lets things get TOO outa whack. Or at least always helps me find a way out of my current dilemma. 

Simply put, Thank you!! I have only just recently developed an appreciation for all that you do. For all the crap (and seriously its A LOT of crap) that you pile on me, there is always someone with a shovel digging me out. Literally the last real ice/snow in North Carolina the entire street worth of neighbors at my in-laws came out to dig me out of the ice/snow that I was stuck in.

I just want to make it known that I get it and I really do appreciate it. Who ever you are making the checks and balances you are doing a great job. 

For example you sent me back to Ohio (great), where my hubby has a good job with lots of room to move up and make more money (great), a nice house in the right area (great). Hubby took a lil over a $10,000 a year pay cut (not great), we only have one car now (not great), me trying to find a job working the few hours a week that we wouldn't need a sitter to make ends meet and failing (not great). 

For a while there the not greats were starting to push the greats into the shadows. But now I am gonna be babysitting 2 FABULOUS kids, that happen to be the same age as my 2 lil monkey's that are at home with me (great). Some people might worry about having two infants at the same time. I have faith in myself that I can handle it. And two 3 year olds... I got it no problem. I have been taking care of kids since I was a kid. My mom tried the whole childcare as birth control routine all it did was tell me I knew just how to take care of a kid and give me GOOD money as a teenager. That might explain why I had Gwen when I was only 18. 

Anyway that's besides the point. I just wanna say I understand and except all the shhhhhhtuff, that is heaped on me. Does this mean I like and enjoy it?? NOT BY ANY MEANS!! I'm still gonna get pissed and frustrated but I at least know that in the end something ok is around the corner. 

I hope all the people in my life have the same or at least similar entities in their lives. Whether its God or Karma or whatever, I'm glad I've got it. 

 

Strange but true

It has recently come to my attention that my son Connor has a lil bit in common with Conan...

1. Connor - Conan

2. Ogren - O'Brien

3. Red hair

4. Blue eyes

5. Both get called CoCo

6. BIG head

I'm sure I could come up with more but, I need to go to bed.

Everything is changing...

Today two things that have NEVER happened before, happened. Two things that I knew would happen eventually but I just didn't think would happen quite yet.

First of all Michael decided to go potty. He had a pull-up and pants on and he took his pants and pull-up off and went potty. I was amazed after weeks of fighting and crying, and then there was his reaction to my crying. He just did it. No prompting, no begging, no yelling he just did it... WOW!!

And then there's my baby baby. She's been a lil more fussy then usual the last couple days and I was thinking maybe shes not full enough. I buckled her into her bouncy seat and slapped a bib on her and gave her, her first taste of rice cereal. I know they usually say to wait until they are about 4 months old. But she's almost there, she's like 3.5 months (ish). She did GREAT, she took the whole tablespoon and a half that I made for her. She smiled and cooed and gurgled and kicked her feet. So I think she might have liked it.

Today has over all been a pretty good day. My babies are growing up (all of them). Ailyn is starting to eat food, Michael is going potty, Connor is writing his own name in kindergarten, and Gwen is reading books that are meant for kids 3-5 years older.

I know Ailyn is still new but 18 more years of firsts and new beginning's doesn't feel like its enough time. How can that possibly give me first teeth and steps and riding a bike?? I mean really does 28 years give enough time to experience all 4 of my kids amazing first everythings?? 'Cause really 28 years is how much time will have passed from when Gwen was born to when Ailyn is legally an adult...

I know there will be college graduations and weddings and grandkids and all their firsts. But its just not the same plus that's all SO FAR AWAY...

So in conclusion my world is turning upside down and my life will never be the same again...

I love my husband!!

First before I delve to deeply into this lil bloggy thingy of mine I would just like to emphasize I LOVE MY HUSBAND!!

I love him more then words could possibly say.  I love my husband so much that if I don't hear from him several times a day I wonder what I did to make him not want to talk to me...

So here is my problem... I hate when he sleeps... Not at night I mean, he's totally entitled to sleep at night. However during the day, when we are home (or even at someone's house) he will just fall asleep. Leave him sitting alone on the couch long enough and he starts sawing logs (snoring). I MIGHT not mind so bad IF he weren't so damn LOUD!! 

I swear its like he's trying to kill me with inter-cranial bleeding.  Its bad enough when I have to put up with it over night. But I refuse to tolerate it during the day. A lot of times I can sleep thru it at night but when I am WIDE awake it feels like he's drilling into my head. 

So I apparently HATE when he sleeps. A normal person would just let him lay there and snore away, but I can't do that. I can feel my eye starting to twitch, and my hands ball up into fists and I want to smother him with a pillow or punch him until it stops. 

So I refer back to my previous statement, I LOVE MY HUSBAND!! I really and truly do. There are just sometimes I imagine killing him and going on with the rest of my snore-less day.

He is my best friend and my soul mate and the bane of my existence all at the same time some days.

Am I a horrible person for not letting him sleep?? Should I just try to work around the drill buzzing into my brain?? 

Until I figure it out I will just have to continue to vent on here....

Why?? Its not just a question for 3 year olds.

This is Michael. This is the look I receive from Michael on an almost daily basis.  At first I would ask him why he looked at me this way. And after about the 4th time of him ignoring my question, I figured it out.

He looks at me this way as if to say "Why are you talking to me??" And now that I think about it, why do I bother talking to him?? He doesn't listen and even when he does listen most of the time he doesn't understand (still not completely sure about that last part).

So I'm wondering do other parents get these looks from their 3 year olds?? I never earned such looks from Connor or Gwen. Am I going to get the same looks from Ailyn?? And do I even really deserve these looks??

I think not!! In my own opinion of course. I'm the mommy. I'm here to help and SERVE. I SERVE this boy breakfast lunch and dinner,and don't forget snack time too!! And I protect him too. So I'm like his own personal police escort. Serve and protect that's what I do.

Would you look at a police officer this way?? As an adult I mean. If a cop pulled you over and was asking you the usual question they ask... "Do you know why I stopped you today??" Would this look be your response?? I think not. I think we as adults KNOW the respect the ones who are put here to serve and protect us. Correct??

Now am I aiming too high to have myself placed on the same pedestal as law enforcement?? I think not. I think that the respect we show the man should be the same respect I get from my kids. My older two seem to have it down. Where did I go wrong with this one?? Don't answer that it was a rhetorical question.... 

I love my family

So I created this blog almost 2 years ago and have done NOTHING with it. Seriously?? Well yes, in that time I have moved from one house in NC to another. And we have had another kid. So now I have 4 outrageous children to write about. Two beautiful girls and two very handsome boys.

My 10 year old daughter amazes me every single day. Sometimes the things she does in order to amaze me aren't always good things. However she still manages to put me in awe every single day.

Then there's my 5 year old son, who has the most tender feelings EVER!! He will cry if you laugh at him while hes trying to be serious, you ignore him, you hurt his feelings, or if you just sit there and watch him long enough.

Now for my dearest 3 year old baby boy. He brings new meaning to AWKWARD. He doesn't talk much (or very clearly when he does talk), but thats ok hes full of personality. Hes very lovey and like to kiss his favorite people in very WEIRD places (we'll address that at another time).

Last but not least there's the baby girl, she's only 2 and half months old. She thrives in large groups of people. She'll come back to me to eat and then let everyone hold her as long as they want (most of the time).

I couldn't wrangle this little brood on my own, well I could but I don't. My hubby is the greatest man I have ever known. He puts up with me and he cooks and cleans and helps with the kids. He's my best friend (sorry Jeremy), I tell him all of my weird, disturbing, scary, and very wrong thoughts that pass through my head on a regular basis. And yet he still loves me and takes care of me too.

So that's brief introduction to my family. I'm not sure that we are "normal" and I'm pretty sure we don't want to be "normal" anyway. I love my life and even though it rough sometimes I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.