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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

A Mom Named Gwen

Tonight I asked Justin to tell me a story to distract me from itching my bug bites.  As he began telling stories he has the idea that they were going to be a book series.  He named it “The Mom Named Gwen” however he says that they are not about me.  I’m not convinced.  (Then I just read this back to him and he laughed hard and said that it is actually about me.  It is mostly about this family except for the dad part because he is a nice dad and he loves him for it.)

Book 1

Once there was a mom named Gwen.  And she was so nice to her boys that she even got their favorite donuts for breakfast even though they were having a really hard time.  Plus she was also very kind to share money to the poor.  But one day she was mean to her boys.  She was very upset and disappointed.  Then she apologized and even let the boys sleep in her bed.  The End.

Book 2

Once there was a mom named Gwen.  One day the boys threatened their mom.  And then the mom cried and cried while the boys just cleaned up the whole house.  The mom didn’t even look.  Then they said they were sorry and the mom said that is not enough.  She looked at the whole house and there wasn’t even a crumb in site.  She loved the boys and she even scratched their back and let them lay in her bed.  The End.

In reviewing his work, Justin believes that Book 2 is “even more impressive” than Book 1.

Book 3

The Grumpy Dad

Once there was a grumpy dad named John.  He was very mean to his kids.  One day on a sunny morning the dad thought about the way he has been to his children all of his life.  Then one day his heart grew and grew and he was very nice to his children for the rest of his life.  Even though he was still a little grumpy to his kids he always loved him at the bottom of his heart.  And the kids all grew up to be as nice as that dad.  The End. 

Saturday, August 2, 2014

A Day In The Life of Will

He's a busy little boy!!!
Just some Saturday morning cleaning


Livin' on the edge

Will taking pictures of his brothers while they sit in timeout, holding hands until they can say something nice to each other.

Up in their business.  Clearly my technique for time out works!


Kissing his reflection in the dishwasher

Sad little boy at naptime

So instead he will play for a bit 
Lovin' his new big boy bed

playing with Justin

Little boy in a big bed

Sweet success

Chillin' with his bros
 it's back to hat time

Supporting Justin as he buried Owen, the beloved turtle

French fries for dinner on a Christmas plate

Wearing Justin's shoes

Helping Mommy with laundry in the basement

So sad that his brothers don't want to play with him


Nakie baby on the run!!
Too lazy to hold the phone to talk

More hats

Probably my favorite picture of the day.

Bedtime stories.  Roll Tide and goodnight!

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Parenting Fail

I didn't have a bad day.  I just had a weird day.  One of those days where things don't go quite as planned.  I had planned to spend the whole morning turning in some data requirements only to realize that I was a month early.  Better than being a month late and allowed me time to start other things on my long to do list.  Then I had lunch with a good friend and hurried off to my next meeting.  Well, the next meeting was a no-show.  Not only a no show but blamed me for a miscommunication on where we would meet and then refused to reschedule for her internship interview!!!  Guess she can go do her internship somewhere else.  Kinda dodged a bullet there I think.  Once again, not in the plans but allowed for more time on the ol' to-do list.  Next on the schedule was a conference call.  Oops, it was for 3pm Eastern, not Central time so I missed it.  Dang it.  Really needed that info.  Fortunately the people were kind enough to immediately send me the recorded version so I can watch it soon.  I finished my work day cooking with/for a bunch of teenagers at work.  At least that part went off without incident!

But then it was home to the kiddos.  I attempted parenting success by surprising them with a trip to McDonald's PlayLand.  They always beg me and I hate going there.  Fed the big boys dinner and headed home.  Everyone got their bath/shower and jammies on and we were just winding down for the night.

OOOPS!!!  I forgot to feed Will!  I seriously forgot to feed my own child!  Total parenting fail!!! What is wrong with me?!?!?!  I don't feed him McDonald's at his age and I just plain forgot to do anything related to dinner when I got home.  And sweet little Will is so used to just going with the flow that he never even made a peep.  Never asked for food or drink.  He did have a few apples at McDonald's, but still!!  It is 7:10 pm and I totally forgot to feed the little guy. 

So I start berating myself and head to the kitchen telling myself what a horrible mother I am.  I think I said something like "UGH!  I am the worst mother EVER!!!". To which sweet little Justin responded "MOM, you are a great mom.  You were just busy yelling at us."

Oh well don't I just feel a whole lot better.   

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Easter, again

Oh Easter.  Why do you do this to me?  Some of you may recall the blog from Easter 2011. 

This isn't that bad, but it's so typical for me.  Nothing ever quite goes right.  I am a horrible planner and a huge procrastinator and maybe just maybe (fingers crossed) many other moms are just like me so I won't feel so crappy about myself! 

I don't go all out for any of the holidays.  I don't do it up crazy and expensive.  I'm a simple gal.  Not a lot of fanfare.  I really hope my kids won't be sitting around as adults some day talking about how lame their mother was for every holiday.  Are my insecurities showing too much tonight?  They have been flaring up quite a lot today.  Not my best parenting day or really my best day in general, but that's for another blog on another day.  Actually that's probably a lie as I am not a woe is me kind of writer.  I'm a here's how my woe's are hilarious and can entertain everyone kind of gal.  It's an excellent defense mechanism. 

Tonight is about Easter prep.  My dear, smart, hard-working husband did the Easter basket shopping.  I gave him the list and he got everything on the list for the Easter baskets.  Tonight, while he is hard at work getting thrown up on by a woman who ate strawberry cake, I am here making Easter baskets. 

And now I'm drinking wine.  And eating a brownie.  Because I didn't write on the list for my dear husband to buy candy to actually fill the plastic Easter eggs.  Yup.  It's 10:30 pm and I am home by myself with three sleeping children (thank you Jesus) and the only candy that he bought are dum-dum suckers and fruit snacks.  Neither of which will actually fit in an egg, but do fit nicely in the baskets themselves.  What I wrote on the list was for him to purchase items for the Easter BASKETS.  And he did. 

But I'm a resourceful woman.  I went through all of the cabinets.  Don't think I didn't consider putting some pretzels and grapes in those plastic eggs.  Fortunately I came across this fabulous half-full bag of Christmas candy that was being utilized for the Advent Calendar treats!  YES!!!!  No one cares that the candy is all in red and green wrappers with the occasional holly wreath.  My kids aren't that smart. 

Just in case it hasn't sunk in for you, I just filled my kids Easter eggs with Christmas candy.    I'm keeping it very Catholic.  Christmas.  Easter.  Wine.  Guilt. 

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Sunday Funday

I am pleased to say that when this morning started out as one of "those mornings" and I started jotting down notes and keeping my phone handy for pics for what I knew would be a blog-worthy day, I did not expect things to really calm down by lunch time.  So instead of a days worth of craziness, I only ended up with a morning.  Thankfully!

My overwhelming thought this morning was "why do I ever try to accomplish anything when I am here with all 3 kids."  I was in such a productive mood and had grand plans for completing many tasks on the to do list, yet every time I turned my back for a few seconds something went awry. 

If you don't live around me, know that today we are in ridiculously cold temps and more snow.  I had no intentions of going anywhere but being stuck here with the 3 stooges wasn't going so well either. 

First off, Will is a first class climber.  He is on every possible piece of furniture or other climbable item instead of playing with the hundreds of dollars of toys that are strewn about the living room.  That doesn't stop him from destroying the living room by dragging said toys all over the floor, but as soon as he is done doing that he finds something to climb on.  The unfortunate part of his little plan at this stage is that he doesn't know how to get down from anywhere yet.  Other than a face plant. 

First place I found him today:

I'm just fortunate he wasn't already up on the table.  He surely can't get hurt too bad falling out of a chair, but off the kitchen table is a different story (is what I tell myself). 

One of my goals today was to get all of Will's clothes changed out.  He is growing out of most of his clothes so I had to bring up the next bins, go through all of his drawers, keep the things that fit, pack up the things that don't fit, wash all of the clothes, etc, etc.  You guys know the drill.  And I knew I needed to keep the little bugger with me since he clearly can't be trusted out of my site.  (foreshadowing here).  So I had him locked in his bedroom with me to go through clothes.  First thing he does is climb up on the wooden rocking chair we have in his room and promptly fall off face first and smash his face into the floor. 

I was getting nothing accomplished.  Justin offered to watch him for a few minutes in his room.  (bad idea).  I was working as quickly as I could to put clothes away when I hear Justin say "Leo, you were supposed to be watching him!"  And down they come.  At first I thought Will's mouth was bleeding from his face plant off the rocking chair.  Nope.  Worse.  He ate a purple crayon.  A quick call to Poison Control and all was well.  For about 5 minutes. 

Then I tried to go pee all by myself. I know it's a cliché but I really was trying to just sneak in a quick bathroom break. See, I really did have lofty goals for myself today!  Just as I was wrapping it up, the oldest two boys come flying into my room.  Justin is crying and before Leo can say anything he apologizes to me with "sorry I saw your buns mom.  I hit Justin."  But he didn't just hit Justin.  He threw a metal saucepan lid at Justin and hit his ear!!  So I go through my whole schpeel of telling them why they can't hit, why they need to calm down, why they need to play nice, etc, etc.  I order them to the steps (their time out location) to talk nicely to each other.  However on our way to the steps we all three stop cold when we realize that William is doing this at the bottom of the steps:

He is standing on a plastic tub that I had just filled of clothes that don't fit him. When we first walked down he was trying to climb over the back of the couch.  Lord help me! 

But the boys still had to finish their time out.  Our general rule is that they have to sit there and talk nicely to each other.  Here's a little snippet of that fun.  They are so used to this drill that they almost always just go there automatically.  It's adorable!

 I was losing steam.  I needed a break.  I plopped myself on the couch and within moments I heard a big crash in the dining room.  And then not a single sound.  I thought for sure Will had knocked himself unconscious this time.  I knew all of the chairs were pushed in after the first fiasco this morning.  Found this:

We finally made it to lunchtime.  I was defrosting some hamburger when Leo came in to find out what was for lunch.  I warned him that it wasn't going to be his beloved PB&J.  this was his reaction.

In case you can't understand it, Leo says "YOU ALWAYS MAKE US STUFF THAT WE NEVER LIIIIIKE!"  And of course, Justin is just trying to get in on the fun and amp up Leo's response to lunch.  This video pretty much sums up my morning. 

Everyone was amazingly well behaved after lunch and played quietly while I tried to lose myself in Netflix during Will's nap (success!) He woke up in a great mood!

I thought we were really going to get away with no additional trouble the rest of the night until just before putting Will to bed while I was filling his humidifier, I caught him drinking out of the dogs bowl.  That's a new one for us.  Sigh. 

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Monday Night

I don't get a chance to blog much anymore, but this is just a quick example of the chaos that is my life.  Jeremy has the older 2 kids at the store buying valentine's so I only have one kid to take care of.  Just one kid.  It should be easy at least in comparison to what I'm used to. 

First of all I parked too close to the garage door.  My garage door is broke so I have to park in the driveway which is covered in snow.  I made the poor decision of wearing flats today with thin socks.  This does not work well when walking through snow.  I really don't know what I was thinking.  I also had about 4 loads of things to bring in from my car from a lunch we hosted at work today.  I tried to squeeze between the garage door and my car.  It worked.  Not well. But it worked. 

First load: Will on one hip, keys in my hand, paper bag full of bowls and utensils in the other hand.  Got to the door.  Couldn't figure out how to unlock the door with no free hands.  Ice/snow from the roof is starting to melt and dripping huge drops on both of our heads.  Had to shove Will against the door and hold him with my hip while I fumbled for the keys.  I couldn't set the paper bag down in the snow (duh) so I also tried to prop it up with my hip.  It didn't go well.  Dog barking from inside.  Bag slipping.  Will slipping.  Dog still barking.  Finally got into the house.

I set Will down and headed out for load #2.  Took a different route this time and went behind the car.  I slipped on the ice. Didn't fall though. Came in with load #2.  Oops.  I forgot to shut the gate and Will was halfway up the stairs.  Sadly, in my mind I thought "well at least he was still in his big winter coat so if he fell while I was outside it probably would have broke his fall." 

Load #3 and #4 because like pretty much everyone I refuse to take more trips than necessary so I loaded myself up with everything I possibly could and made one more trek through the snow covered driveway and steps into the house.  Got almost to the door and the paper bag with my bowls in it ripped and all of the glass bowls go crashing to the sidewalk.  I can't believe none of them broke.  the snow must have broken their fall.  As I get inside I see that Will has now made his way up onto our couch, which he has never done before.  I realize now that one of his toys is close enough to use as a stepping stool onto the couch.  Once again, crisis averted as I was able to grab him before he fell/jumped off.  Of course, he was still in his coat so again I'm thinking it might break the fall a bit. 

After I went outside and gathered the various bowls and lids off of the front steps, I came in to this:

Now, if he could only learn how to fix me dinner we would really be in business!!!