Well, my kids are not lacking in personality. That is for sure. They also tend to do things quite often that are "blog worthy" or things that I don't want to forget. I want to be able to remember these sometimes cute, and sometimes not so cute things that they have done or said. I think it will provide us with lots of laughs later on. Braden has been on a roll this week.
He is quite a little helper around the house. With two surgeries over the past 5 months, I have been really limited on what I can do. He loves to help vacuum and pick up. He also tries to help with Gracie. Apparently he found a small hole in Shelby's pack and play the other day. He decided that he needed to "fix" it, so he got out some scissors. I guess in a 4 1/2 year old's mind, you can cut a hole out of something to "fix" it??? By the time he was done fixing the hole, there was a hole big enough that a person could climb through it. In fact, I got out of the shower one morning and found him sitting in the bottom of the pack and play - UNDER Shelby! He said, "Mom, I thought it would be neat to make Shelby a bunk bed!" He was so proud of himself. Unfortunately I was not so proud. Obviously, we cannot use the pack and play for her with a huge hole in the side. We now have to get a new one. Luckily, after a quick posting to Facebook, I have a friend who had mercy on us and has sent one our way. Whew!
Yesterday morning, Braden decided that it was time to put Shelby down for a nap. I guess he thought he would "help" me put her to sleep. So, he got a big handful of "purple night night lotion" and proceeded to smear it all over Shelby's forehead. I quickly asked him what the heck he was doing to which he responded, "Mommy, Shelby is tired. I'm just putting her night night lotion on her so she will go to sleep!" Right, that will work, huh?
Then, this morning I found him sitting beside her in her bouncy seat. She was asleep, but was also covered with a quilt. Luckily there was a canopy type thing that kept the quilt from suffocating her. I asked him why he did that and he informed me that "Shelby sleeps better when it is dark and quiet." Sure enough, she was asleep, but I'm pretty sure we won't be relying on that method to put her down for long. I'm so glad that my kids are both "experts" at taking care of babies though. They sure do teach me alot!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
School Supply Fun...
Ah School Supply Shopping... What fun! HA! Well, I decided today that I would get out with the kids and get a little head start on Kaylee's school supply shopping. I am excited to say that there are only about 5 things left on the list and we will easily find those this next week. So, for all practical purposes we are done with that item on our "to-do" list...
However, we don't do anything around here without a little excitement. There is a story about most every day. There is a story about today too. :) Well, we went to Target to get the school supplies this year. We found most everything we need there. The rest I will go get at Wal-mart next week. Once we finished shopping, we got into a line to check out. Every line had at least one or two people in it, so I just picked one. Here's where the fun begins. Yep, Murphey's law was demonstrated once again. I picked the SSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOWWWWWWW lane... The cashier was a nice young kid who felt the need to have quite the conversation with each customer and discuss EVERY item they were purchasing. He even asked the lady in front of me if she was aware that she was buying a bag full of grapefruits. When she answered, "Oh, No I meant to get Oranges." He offered to go find some oranges for her. Ummm, that's nice and all; but NOT when you have a line full of people. Oh, I forgot one minor detail... My 4 year old had announced a minute or two before that, "MOMMY, I've GOTTA GO POOP NOW!" Yep, now you see why I was feeling the urgent need to check out and GO.
Thank goodness he told her that he better not go get some oranges for her, and he FINALLY finished checking her out. (After discussing the price she paid for each and every birthday present that she was getting now since they were all on clearance and blah blah blah blah....) Finally, our turn. We were buying pencils, paper, crayons, markers, etc... You know, the basic school supplies. Of course he started making small talk with the kids about how school is about to start and all. He asked if this was their first year and if they were excited. Kaylee was a match for him though. She informed him, "No, it's my 3rd year. I went to preschool, kindergarten and now 1st grade." After that he went on a rant and rave about how preschool is just really day care and it is really expensive and costs an arm and a leg. He knows this because his cousin put his kids in preschool but then found out it was just daycare. So, he moved them. They are twins. They look like his cousin. His cousin looks like him. Only, he is shorter. Maybe the kids will be taller than their dad and almost as tall as their dad's cousin... Maybe? Yes, this was all going on while Braden was turning colors and patiently waiting to make a dash to the bathroom. Poor kid.
I just smiled and nodded at each and every thing the cashier said and when we were finally done, rushed the kids down to the bathroom. I didn't know how to politely tell the cashier that if he didn't hurry up he was going to have more to deal with than a long line of customers... Once we got to the bathroom, "ummm, Mommy I don't have to go anymore. Maybe later..." UGH! He waited. Until we got back into the car and to Wal-mart's gas station. Yep, as soon as we pulled in there - "I need to go now!" So, we unloaded AGAIN, went inside, both big kids used the restroom and we bought a gallon of milk and some eggs. Then, we went home! No, we didn't get the last 5 things on the school supply list. I'll do that next week when I am ready for another story to happen. :)
However, we don't do anything around here without a little excitement. There is a story about most every day. There is a story about today too. :) Well, we went to Target to get the school supplies this year. We found most everything we need there. The rest I will go get at Wal-mart next week. Once we finished shopping, we got into a line to check out. Every line had at least one or two people in it, so I just picked one. Here's where the fun begins. Yep, Murphey's law was demonstrated once again. I picked the SSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOWWWWWWW lane... The cashier was a nice young kid who felt the need to have quite the conversation with each customer and discuss EVERY item they were purchasing. He even asked the lady in front of me if she was aware that she was buying a bag full of grapefruits. When she answered, "Oh, No I meant to get Oranges." He offered to go find some oranges for her. Ummm, that's nice and all; but NOT when you have a line full of people. Oh, I forgot one minor detail... My 4 year old had announced a minute or two before that, "MOMMY, I've GOTTA GO POOP NOW!" Yep, now you see why I was feeling the urgent need to check out and GO.
Thank goodness he told her that he better not go get some oranges for her, and he FINALLY finished checking her out. (After discussing the price she paid for each and every birthday present that she was getting now since they were all on clearance and blah blah blah blah....) Finally, our turn. We were buying pencils, paper, crayons, markers, etc... You know, the basic school supplies. Of course he started making small talk with the kids about how school is about to start and all. He asked if this was their first year and if they were excited. Kaylee was a match for him though. She informed him, "No, it's my 3rd year. I went to preschool, kindergarten and now 1st grade." After that he went on a rant and rave about how preschool is just really day care and it is really expensive and costs an arm and a leg. He knows this because his cousin put his kids in preschool but then found out it was just daycare. So, he moved them. They are twins. They look like his cousin. His cousin looks like him. Only, he is shorter. Maybe the kids will be taller than their dad and almost as tall as their dad's cousin... Maybe? Yes, this was all going on while Braden was turning colors and patiently waiting to make a dash to the bathroom. Poor kid.
I just smiled and nodded at each and every thing the cashier said and when we were finally done, rushed the kids down to the bathroom. I didn't know how to politely tell the cashier that if he didn't hurry up he was going to have more to deal with than a long line of customers... Once we got to the bathroom, "ummm, Mommy I don't have to go anymore. Maybe later..." UGH! He waited. Until we got back into the car and to Wal-mart's gas station. Yep, as soon as we pulled in there - "I need to go now!" So, we unloaded AGAIN, went inside, both big kids used the restroom and we bought a gallon of milk and some eggs. Then, we went home! No, we didn't get the last 5 things on the school supply list. I'll do that next week when I am ready for another story to happen. :)
Thursday, February 25, 2010
A few smiles for the day...
When I was in college, I decided to work at an "internship" one summer for a car rental place. I was a business management student and thought I might learn about managing a business from this opportunity. Plus, it was a paid internship - an added bonus. Well, I soon learned that interns were just another person on staff to help run the business throughout the busy summer months. I didn't learn too much about management that summer - except maybe a few things that I shouldn't do as a manager or leader in a company. I did however find that it was much easier to get through my days of wearing a dress and pantyhose in 100 degree heat with 200 % humidity by committing to finding something positive every day. Some days I had to really look hard, and some days it was just obvious. I did get to meet some interesting people and hear some pretty crazy stories, too.
Throughout that summer, God showed me many things to be thankful for and often gave me a reason to smile amidst a situation that wasn't all that great. Now, life is VERY different for me; but I still like to try and find positives when I can. I also love to laugh about little things. Right now, most of the things that I find humorous come from my kids and the things that they say and do. Today was one of those days that was just full of different things that made me smile. It really made the fact that I don't feel 100% (or even 80% for that matter) kind of escape from my mind.
I woke up surrounded by our dog, son, and daughter. Both kids told me that they got really cold last night and felt better sleeping with me. When this happens, it is not uncommon for someone to kick and for me not to get any sleep at all. However, somehow we all slept pretty good. We dropped Kaylee off at school right on time this morning and then went home to get dressed for the day before taking Braden to school. While I was finishing my make-up, Braden came into the bathroom. He said, "Mommy, my back is all itchy. Will you scratch it, PPPPPLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSEEEE???" (He has bad allergies and we are trying to figure out what is triggering them. It is not uncommon for him to itch all over his body! Poor kid!). I scratched his back and then put some lotion on it, which usually helps. He then responded with, "Oh, wow that feels so much better! Thanks mom! UGH, why did GOD have to make me have such dry skin anyways!???" I just had to laugh at that one.
On my way home from his school I decided to drive through McDonald's and get some breakfast. While I was at the first window paying I noticed that the lady in front of me paid and then drove off. She then quickly slammed on her brakes, put her SUV in park and hopped out of the car. I guess she didn't want to bother backing up through the drive thru, so she just walked back to the window and got her coffee. I guess she REALLY needed her coffee this morning!
After I picked the kids up from school, I brought them home for a snack and some down time before dance. I told them that they could each have one blueberry muffin and a drink so that they would not ruin their supper. When it was time to leave for dance, Braden was no where to be found. Finally, I found him coming out of my room with a big smile on his face and his hands cupped together. He clearly had something in his hands that he was trying to hide. I asked him what he had and he just looked at me with his big brown eyes and a huge smile and said, "Mommy, I coudn't get un-hungry by eating just one muffin. I had to eat one more to make sure that I would be un-hungry till dinner!" Gotta love a four year old's made up words!
For Kaylee's down time she decided she would play on the Wii. She started out playing Mariokart, but decided to switch to her Little Pet Shop game soon after. I was resting on the couch and quickly reminded her that she needed to not only put Mariokart up, but put it in the correct case (I'm not so sure why that is such a hard task). Then, I heard her say under her breath, "Awww man, I got busted by the old lady again!" She is only SIX! Where on earth does she learn this stuff anyways?
Needless to say, today was full of little smiles or huge laughs, and I am very thankful for that!
Throughout that summer, God showed me many things to be thankful for and often gave me a reason to smile amidst a situation that wasn't all that great. Now, life is VERY different for me; but I still like to try and find positives when I can. I also love to laugh about little things. Right now, most of the things that I find humorous come from my kids and the things that they say and do. Today was one of those days that was just full of different things that made me smile. It really made the fact that I don't feel 100% (or even 80% for that matter) kind of escape from my mind.
I woke up surrounded by our dog, son, and daughter. Both kids told me that they got really cold last night and felt better sleeping with me. When this happens, it is not uncommon for someone to kick and for me not to get any sleep at all. However, somehow we all slept pretty good. We dropped Kaylee off at school right on time this morning and then went home to get dressed for the day before taking Braden to school. While I was finishing my make-up, Braden came into the bathroom. He said, "Mommy, my back is all itchy. Will you scratch it, PPPPPLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSEEEE???" (He has bad allergies and we are trying to figure out what is triggering them. It is not uncommon for him to itch all over his body! Poor kid!). I scratched his back and then put some lotion on it, which usually helps. He then responded with, "Oh, wow that feels so much better! Thanks mom! UGH, why did GOD have to make me have such dry skin anyways!???" I just had to laugh at that one.
On my way home from his school I decided to drive through McDonald's and get some breakfast. While I was at the first window paying I noticed that the lady in front of me paid and then drove off. She then quickly slammed on her brakes, put her SUV in park and hopped out of the car. I guess she didn't want to bother backing up through the drive thru, so she just walked back to the window and got her coffee. I guess she REALLY needed her coffee this morning!
After I picked the kids up from school, I brought them home for a snack and some down time before dance. I told them that they could each have one blueberry muffin and a drink so that they would not ruin their supper. When it was time to leave for dance, Braden was no where to be found. Finally, I found him coming out of my room with a big smile on his face and his hands cupped together. He clearly had something in his hands that he was trying to hide. I asked him what he had and he just looked at me with his big brown eyes and a huge smile and said, "Mommy, I coudn't get un-hungry by eating just one muffin. I had to eat one more to make sure that I would be un-hungry till dinner!" Gotta love a four year old's made up words!
For Kaylee's down time she decided she would play on the Wii. She started out playing Mariokart, but decided to switch to her Little Pet Shop game soon after. I was resting on the couch and quickly reminded her that she needed to not only put Mariokart up, but put it in the correct case (I'm not so sure why that is such a hard task). Then, I heard her say under her breath, "Awww man, I got busted by the old lady again!" She is only SIX! Where on earth does she learn this stuff anyways?
Needless to say, today was full of little smiles or huge laughs, and I am very thankful for that!
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Our first lost tooth!
Well, Kaylee finally lost that first tooth - it hung in there from Thanksgiving until the week after New Years. She somehow managed to eat anything and everything that she normally does without it falling out. Finally, Matt told her to come over so that he could look at it and he basically just lifted it out of her mouth. It was so ready, and I was so glad he did it. I'm not one to touch other people's mouths - even my own kids - ESPECIALLY when they might bleed a little. YUK!Anyways, that night Kaylee was to have her first visit from the tooth fairy. She was so excited and could hardly go to sleep. Of course she asked me to write a special note to the tooth fairy and ask her to please leave the tooth so that she could keep it as a keepsake. She said to ask if the tooth fairy would mind cleaning the blood out of the tooth. (I nixed that one by saying - "She's not in the tooth cleaning business. That is the job of the dentist. She just passes out rewards when you lose teeth! Whew!" She also told me that she would rather leave her tooth on her dresser because she was afraid that the tooth fairy might not be able to find it under her pillow. (I kinda think that she was a little freaked out by the fact that some "fairy" might be digging around under her pillow while she was trying to sleep. However, she did not want to admit that because she might lose out on a surprise). As I was telling her goodnight, she was full of all kinds of questions about the tooth fairy. "Mommy, what does she look like? How will she get in the house? Should I leave my window open? What if she can't find my tooth? etc..."
We finally decided that she was really really small and she flew in through the a/c vents. That satisfied her, and off to dreamland she went.
That same night, sometime around 2 or 3 am, I looked over my shoulder to see Kaylee standing there with a huge smile on her face. She was holding a purple certificate, a dollar bill, and a gold dollar coin. She announced to me, "Mommy, she came! She really came!" Then, she quickly went back to bed and off to sleep until the next morning. I guess she just needed a little reassurance, but was too tired to spend too much time dwelling on it.
Well, now we are about a month past that evening, and sometimes we still talk about the tooth fairy. The other night, we were at the dinner table and Kaylee said, "Mom, I've got a question." (That is a VERY common phrase we hear around here, so who knows what will follow most days). I said, "OK, what is it?" Here is how the rest of the conversation went...
Kaylee: "Mommy, the tooth fairy is really really small, right?"
Me: "Yes, she is."
Kaylee: "Well, then how in the world does she carry a big purple piece of paper, a dollar, and a gold coin? That is really really heavy for a small fairy!"
Me: "Well, I guess you are right. Maybe she doesn't carry it with her. Maybe when she gets here she uses her fairy wand to create it."
Kaylee: "Maybe so, but I just think that is absurd! She is too tiny to carry all of that stuff. I just don't get it."
Conversation over! I have quite the analytical child on my hands. Last year it was, "Mommy, there's no Easter Bunny! It's just a person in a costume. I know that because Braden took his glove off and I saw a real person hand under there. AHHHH! Just go with it kid! Oh well, I know that this analytical nature will come in handy some day, but seriously - this early? :)
Sunday, January 31, 2010
One of "those days!"
We've all had them, some more often than others, some more dramatic than others, and they all stink - "those kind of days." The days that nothing seems to work right. The days when you are really just better off going back to bed and pulling the covers over your head. Yep, I had one of those days today. It was not fun.
We got up and got ready to take Kaylee to a birthday party. She was so excited about going to this party that she picked out her outfit 2 weeks ago! She has been counting down the number of "sleeps" until the party for well over a week. I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I was able to use the party as quite a bargaining tool when she did not want to help pick up after herself or keep her room clean this week. But hey, whatever works, right???
Anyways, Braden and I left Kaylee at the party and went on a "Mommy and Son date" to get him some Yogo's, one of those lollipops that has an airplane on top, and to go play at Chick-fil-A. (Isn't it nice when $10 can make a kid's day? I'm sure it won't forever so I will appreciate it now). After our date and the party, I planned to take the kids shopping for an hour or so. I am getting down to the final weeks of pregnancy and wanted to get a few little spring outfits for Kaylee to wear to school once the weather starts to warm up a bit - nevermind the fact that it was 28 degrees this morning!!! (I know I won't be able to get out for a few weeks once the baby arrives, and school will go on). Before the shopping trip, I decided to pull over and top off the van with some gas. Of course, leave it to me... a "quick" stop for gas turned into an afternoon drama that completely changed the course of our day. I swiped my card first, and then realized that my hands were so cold and the gas cap was jammed so much that I couldn't get it open. I tried to cancel the transaction, but the pump was messed up and would not cancel. I couldn't get any help, and didn't want to leave with my bank account basically exposed to anyone who pulled up next. (I guess that is another argument for Dave Ramsey's "pay with cash and cash ONLY" debate!) Anyways, I fought the cap and finally got it off, filled up the tank, and went to put the nozzle back on the pump. Unfortunately, something was wrong with it and it continued to spray gas out after I pulled it out of my tank. (NO, I was not still holding the handle). Luckily it wasn't facing me, but a nice northerly wind allowed quite a bit of it to blow back on me and my shoes and the van. I tried to clean as much as I could off, but the window cleaner was frozen solid and I was limited to paper towels. I got back into the van and explained to the kids that we needed to go back home for a while. I told them that "Mommy is just having a rough morning" and we need to take a break for a while. I didn't cry, but really wanted to. (Sheer exhaustion will do that to you, and I had lots of those "bring tears to your eyes" moments today)!
We got home, I changed clothes and took my shoes off, but still couldn't get the gas smell to go away. I ended up taking a LONG hot shower and finally felt better. After a nap, while the kids laid on the living room floor and watched a movie, I decided we would try it again. We loaded up the car and went for some late lunch/ early dinner. The plan was to eat and then try to stop by a few shops. Of course, as soon as I sat down by Braden, he started to fan his corn with his arm as if that would cool it off quicker. Instead of cooling his corn, he flipped his RED Hi-C drink over into the bench we were sitting on. It was one of those spills that you think is just in one place, but then you realize it has gotten under EVERYTHING once you pick it all up. Yep, it was all over my purse and behind him. I just wiped it all up as good as I could and we left after we ate. When we got into the van, I banged my knee on something pretty hard. Of course, I was cold and that made it hurt that much more. I just burst into tears at that point, and both kids froze. They asked what was wrong and I told them that I had just had a bad day. The gasoline, the cold, being tired, the drink spilling, feeling very out of place at times, and then hurting my knee all just added up to frustrate me. Kaylee then responded with, "Mommy, why don't we just go on home tonight. We can shop for me another time." She asked what I was going to do about my shoes and I told her I would probably have to throw them away. Her response was so sweet. She said, "Mommy, we don't need to buy stuff for me then. We need to look for some new shoes for you. I'm so sorry you have had a bad day."
We just went home after that. The kids went to bed without too much of a fuss - they've been pretty good about that lately. I have just sat around and accomplished pretty much nothing, and that is okay with me today. It has been good to be inside where it is not 28 degrees, away from the awful gasoline smell, free from any messes for a little while, and enjoying the quiet. Tomorrow is a new day and we are going to attempt it again. That is IF the morning goes smooth. We'll see.
We got up and got ready to take Kaylee to a birthday party. She was so excited about going to this party that she picked out her outfit 2 weeks ago! She has been counting down the number of "sleeps" until the party for well over a week. I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I was able to use the party as quite a bargaining tool when she did not want to help pick up after herself or keep her room clean this week. But hey, whatever works, right???
Anyways, Braden and I left Kaylee at the party and went on a "Mommy and Son date" to get him some Yogo's, one of those lollipops that has an airplane on top, and to go play at Chick-fil-A. (Isn't it nice when $10 can make a kid's day? I'm sure it won't forever so I will appreciate it now). After our date and the party, I planned to take the kids shopping for an hour or so. I am getting down to the final weeks of pregnancy and wanted to get a few little spring outfits for Kaylee to wear to school once the weather starts to warm up a bit - nevermind the fact that it was 28 degrees this morning!!! (I know I won't be able to get out for a few weeks once the baby arrives, and school will go on). Before the shopping trip, I decided to pull over and top off the van with some gas. Of course, leave it to me... a "quick" stop for gas turned into an afternoon drama that completely changed the course of our day. I swiped my card first, and then realized that my hands were so cold and the gas cap was jammed so much that I couldn't get it open. I tried to cancel the transaction, but the pump was messed up and would not cancel. I couldn't get any help, and didn't want to leave with my bank account basically exposed to anyone who pulled up next. (I guess that is another argument for Dave Ramsey's "pay with cash and cash ONLY" debate!) Anyways, I fought the cap and finally got it off, filled up the tank, and went to put the nozzle back on the pump. Unfortunately, something was wrong with it and it continued to spray gas out after I pulled it out of my tank. (NO, I was not still holding the handle). Luckily it wasn't facing me, but a nice northerly wind allowed quite a bit of it to blow back on me and my shoes and the van. I tried to clean as much as I could off, but the window cleaner was frozen solid and I was limited to paper towels. I got back into the van and explained to the kids that we needed to go back home for a while. I told them that "Mommy is just having a rough morning" and we need to take a break for a while. I didn't cry, but really wanted to. (Sheer exhaustion will do that to you, and I had lots of those "bring tears to your eyes" moments today)!
We got home, I changed clothes and took my shoes off, but still couldn't get the gas smell to go away. I ended up taking a LONG hot shower and finally felt better. After a nap, while the kids laid on the living room floor and watched a movie, I decided we would try it again. We loaded up the car and went for some late lunch/ early dinner. The plan was to eat and then try to stop by a few shops. Of course, as soon as I sat down by Braden, he started to fan his corn with his arm as if that would cool it off quicker. Instead of cooling his corn, he flipped his RED Hi-C drink over into the bench we were sitting on. It was one of those spills that you think is just in one place, but then you realize it has gotten under EVERYTHING once you pick it all up. Yep, it was all over my purse and behind him. I just wiped it all up as good as I could and we left after we ate. When we got into the van, I banged my knee on something pretty hard. Of course, I was cold and that made it hurt that much more. I just burst into tears at that point, and both kids froze. They asked what was wrong and I told them that I had just had a bad day. The gasoline, the cold, being tired, the drink spilling, feeling very out of place at times, and then hurting my knee all just added up to frustrate me. Kaylee then responded with, "Mommy, why don't we just go on home tonight. We can shop for me another time." She asked what I was going to do about my shoes and I told her I would probably have to throw them away. Her response was so sweet. She said, "Mommy, we don't need to buy stuff for me then. We need to look for some new shoes for you. I'm so sorry you have had a bad day."
We just went home after that. The kids went to bed without too much of a fuss - they've been pretty good about that lately. I have just sat around and accomplished pretty much nothing, and that is okay with me today. It has been good to be inside where it is not 28 degrees, away from the awful gasoline smell, free from any messes for a little while, and enjoying the quiet. Tomorrow is a new day and we are going to attempt it again. That is IF the morning goes smooth. We'll see.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Goodnight "Big Mommy!"
We told the kids that they would be having a baby brother or sister this spring way back in August or September. It was kind of hard to hide the fact that I was feeling HORRIBLE from morning sickness for so long, so we decided it was best to explain to them what was going on. They have been super excited about the new arrival, and can hardly wait for it to get here. In fact, there have been several days that they have said, "I just wish it could be born today!" Of course, I'm pretty sure they don't have much of a clue how much this will change their lives either.
Over the past few months, they have really taken interest in my growing belly. Kaylee LOVES to put her hand on it and wait for the baby to kick her. She giggles with delight each time she feels it move. Then, she kisses my belly and says, "I Love You Baby! I can't wait to meet you!" It makes me so happy to hear that. She has asked me at least once a week how big the baby is (from the time it was not much bigger than a lima bean). She has been fascinated with it. I know she is going to be a great big sister once again. This time, however, her role will be more of a helper or a role model than a playmate. (She and Braden are only 23 months apart, so they are usually best buddies). Of course, we don't know the gender of the baby yet, so that will surely determine her reaction as well. She already told her dance teacher that if it is a boy she will dress it up in a dress, put a wig on it and bring it to me as her "little sister." Oh goodness! I will have to watch her close!
Braden has been my little right hand man throughout the past few months. He never got disgusted when I was puking my guts out. Instead, he stood right there at the bathroom door and "coached" me through each time. He would say, "Mommy, take deep breath-es. Then, go get some of that medicine from the fridge." (He was talking about Maalox). I guess that was his way to show that he cared - never to leave my side. We spent lots of mornings on the couch watching Bob the Builder, Mighty Machines, or All About Lumberjacks and trying to wait out the sickness part. He was so sweet. As I started to show a little more, Braden became more verbal about my changing body. He never held back. Sometimes, he would say, "Mommy, your tummy sure is getting big." One day he looked at me and with those big brown eyes and a smile on his face he said, "Mommy, I Love you very much!" I answered with, "Oh, Braden, I love you too." Of course he then had to follow it with "No matter what size you are..." I just had to laugh and go tell Matt. He had no clue that he had said something that would send most women to tears. He was just trying to be sweet. Another day, he knew I was getting ready for a doctor's appointment and he said, "Mommy, go get the doctor to make sure that the baby is getting all of its parts put together the right way in there. I know it is getting fat though, because your belly sure is getting HUGE!" Yet again, another chance to laugh. The other night he came in, looked me in the eye, and then rubbed my belly like you would see them rub a Jeannie's lamp on a cartoon. Then he asked, "Mommy, would you PLEASE let me watch Bob the Builder tonight???" I guess rubbing the belly is the way to get what you want???? Well, tonight I told him goodnight and said, "I love you big boy!" He looked up at me and said, "I love you too Big Mommy!"
The excitement never ends around here! There is always a story and always a cute saying that these kiddos are coming up with. I can hardly wait to see what number three is going to be like. Braden already has the nickname at their doctor's office of "the little comedian." This little guy or gal sure has some big shoes to fill.
Over the past few months, they have really taken interest in my growing belly. Kaylee LOVES to put her hand on it and wait for the baby to kick her. She giggles with delight each time she feels it move. Then, she kisses my belly and says, "I Love You Baby! I can't wait to meet you!" It makes me so happy to hear that. She has asked me at least once a week how big the baby is (from the time it was not much bigger than a lima bean). She has been fascinated with it. I know she is going to be a great big sister once again. This time, however, her role will be more of a helper or a role model than a playmate. (She and Braden are only 23 months apart, so they are usually best buddies). Of course, we don't know the gender of the baby yet, so that will surely determine her reaction as well. She already told her dance teacher that if it is a boy she will dress it up in a dress, put a wig on it and bring it to me as her "little sister." Oh goodness! I will have to watch her close!
Braden has been my little right hand man throughout the past few months. He never got disgusted when I was puking my guts out. Instead, he stood right there at the bathroom door and "coached" me through each time. He would say, "Mommy, take deep breath-es. Then, go get some of that medicine from the fridge." (He was talking about Maalox). I guess that was his way to show that he cared - never to leave my side. We spent lots of mornings on the couch watching Bob the Builder, Mighty Machines, or All About Lumberjacks and trying to wait out the sickness part. He was so sweet. As I started to show a little more, Braden became more verbal about my changing body. He never held back. Sometimes, he would say, "Mommy, your tummy sure is getting big." One day he looked at me and with those big brown eyes and a smile on his face he said, "Mommy, I Love you very much!" I answered with, "Oh, Braden, I love you too." Of course he then had to follow it with "No matter what size you are..." I just had to laugh and go tell Matt. He had no clue that he had said something that would send most women to tears. He was just trying to be sweet. Another day, he knew I was getting ready for a doctor's appointment and he said, "Mommy, go get the doctor to make sure that the baby is getting all of its parts put together the right way in there. I know it is getting fat though, because your belly sure is getting HUGE!" Yet again, another chance to laugh. The other night he came in, looked me in the eye, and then rubbed my belly like you would see them rub a Jeannie's lamp on a cartoon. Then he asked, "Mommy, would you PLEASE let me watch Bob the Builder tonight???" I guess rubbing the belly is the way to get what you want???? Well, tonight I told him goodnight and said, "I love you big boy!" He looked up at me and said, "I love you too Big Mommy!"
The excitement never ends around here! There is always a story and always a cute saying that these kiddos are coming up with. I can hardly wait to see what number three is going to be like. Braden already has the nickname at their doctor's office of "the little comedian." This little guy or gal sure has some big shoes to fill.
What a way to say "Happy Birthday!"
Well, I got "the call" from Braden's school yesterday afternoon. The office called to tell me that my poor little guy had thrown up at school. I don't think in all 17 years of my education I ever threw up AT school. I always felt bad for the kids that did, and even worse when I was teaching and it happened to a kid. I mean, throwing up is no fun, but doing so away from home is just plain horrible! Luckily I was on my way towards the school (I planned to pick up a quick lunch, eat in the parking lot, and be there a few minutes early anyways). I just skipped the lunch part and hurried to his aid. All the way there, I imagined that he was covered in vomit and sobbing for his mommy or daddy. When I got to the school, and into his classroom, I found Braden sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. He was talking up a storm with his teacher (the rest of the class was outside at recess), and was still in the clothes I sent him in that morning. I had to ask for details - did he have a fever, did he make it to the bathroom or at least the trash can, had he eaten lunch, did he even have an appetite, etc??? I was trying to figure out if this was the awful stomach bug that tends to travel through an entire family before it leaves the residence; or if it was the result of a cold that has lasted for WEEKS and has just made him nauseous to the point that his little tummy finally gave in.
Here's the story I got... First of all, Braden lit up when he saw me, smiled, and ran over to give me a hug. He then got really quiet and told me that he "sthrew up" ALL OVER his friend, Valerie. I think I was in complete shock at that point. I mean, it's traumatic to throw up at school in front of everyone, but ALL OVER a friend!!! Much less, the friend is a little GIRL! I didn't know who to feel worse for... Braden, Valerie, the teachers, or Valerie's mom. His teacher was there as he told me the story and she agreed, "yes, it was all over her, but luckily the second time he made it to the trash can." My heart sunk. I felt so horrible, so we just quickly gathered his things and went on our way. As we got away from the classroom, Braden's lip started to quiver (as if he was trying to talk and couldn't fight off the tears that got in the way). I got down on my knee and asked him what was wrong. He said, "Mommy, I sthrew up all over Valerie and her Birthday clothes and ruined her birthday sticker! I'm so sad! And, my Daddy left me to go on a trip yesterday and I want him back!" I was crushed for him, because he was truly devastated and it hurts to see your child hurt like that.
We went on home, got me a quick lunch on the way (Braden was asleep before we left the parking lot), and then picked up Kaylee from school. He never did throw up again that night, and even begged for Chinese food for dinner. (I decided a plain tortilla and a few bites of a pear were more along the lines of what he needed). He did fine, and crashed that night. He even woke up this morning feeling much better. I'm still scared to death to send him back to school, because I don't want him to have to deal with that again. We'll see what the morning brings, and hopefully before too much longer we will ALL be able to laugh about this pathetic little event. I'm pretty sure that Valerie won't forget it any time soon. (In fact, her 4th birthday might be a pretty memorable one).
Here's the story I got... First of all, Braden lit up when he saw me, smiled, and ran over to give me a hug. He then got really quiet and told me that he "sthrew up" ALL OVER his friend, Valerie. I think I was in complete shock at that point. I mean, it's traumatic to throw up at school in front of everyone, but ALL OVER a friend!!! Much less, the friend is a little GIRL! I didn't know who to feel worse for... Braden, Valerie, the teachers, or Valerie's mom. His teacher was there as he told me the story and she agreed, "yes, it was all over her, but luckily the second time he made it to the trash can." My heart sunk. I felt so horrible, so we just quickly gathered his things and went on our way. As we got away from the classroom, Braden's lip started to quiver (as if he was trying to talk and couldn't fight off the tears that got in the way). I got down on my knee and asked him what was wrong. He said, "Mommy, I sthrew up all over Valerie and her Birthday clothes and ruined her birthday sticker! I'm so sad! And, my Daddy left me to go on a trip yesterday and I want him back!" I was crushed for him, because he was truly devastated and it hurts to see your child hurt like that.
We went on home, got me a quick lunch on the way (Braden was asleep before we left the parking lot), and then picked up Kaylee from school. He never did throw up again that night, and even begged for Chinese food for dinner. (I decided a plain tortilla and a few bites of a pear were more along the lines of what he needed). He did fine, and crashed that night. He even woke up this morning feeling much better. I'm still scared to death to send him back to school, because I don't want him to have to deal with that again. We'll see what the morning brings, and hopefully before too much longer we will ALL be able to laugh about this pathetic little event. I'm pretty sure that Valerie won't forget it any time soon. (In fact, her 4th birthday might be a pretty memorable one).
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