Scene: My Jeep on the way home tonight.
WB: Momma, wook. (sticking his tongue out)
Me: EEW! (while sitting at traffic light)
WB: Momma, wook.
Me: EEW!
WB: Giggle
Yilliam stick tongue out momma.
Momma, wook.
Me: EEW!
WB: giggle
Yilliam stick tongue out momma.
Momma, wook.
Me: I can't William. I have to drive now. I have to watch what I'm going.
WB: Momma, wook.
Me: I can't William. I have to drive now. I have to watch what I'm doing.
WB: Momma, watch out.
Me: I'm watching.
WB: Momma, watch out other cars.
Me: I'm watching William.
WB: Momma, watch out.
(repeat ad nauseam)
Two year olds are so much fun.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Dream a little dream
Ever since Ben and I knew we wanted to get married, I've dreamed of having a new house. My house, that I bought before I ever met Ben, is, for lack of a better term, a turd. It's not only too small, it's poorly constructed and has been nothing but a project for Ben since well before he ever moved in.
As we've all heard a MILLION times on the news, foreclosures are up, home prices are down. This has prompted Ben and I to start, very tentatively looking at new homes knowing that it'll be about a year before we're financially in the right place to buy. Well, "seek, and ye shall find" right?
There is a great little subdivision, in an awesome location that has been slaughtered by foreclosures. We're talking 180-200 thousand dollar homes on the market for about $135,000. I want one of these houses so bad I could just scream. My fear is that a year from now, this little subdivision will be on the rebound and we won't be able to afford a house there anymore.
The next 12 months is going to be very long. Either that, or my luck in the lottery is going to really have to improve.
As we've all heard a MILLION times on the news, foreclosures are up, home prices are down. This has prompted Ben and I to start, very tentatively looking at new homes knowing that it'll be about a year before we're financially in the right place to buy. Well, "seek, and ye shall find" right?
There is a great little subdivision, in an awesome location that has been slaughtered by foreclosures. We're talking 180-200 thousand dollar homes on the market for about $135,000. I want one of these houses so bad I could just scream. My fear is that a year from now, this little subdivision will be on the rebound and we won't be able to afford a house there anymore.
The next 12 months is going to be very long. Either that, or my luck in the lottery is going to really have to improve.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Well. . . not quite what I was hoping for.
At about 3:00 today my mom texts me and says William has been sneezing all day and has a snotty nose. She also says that he hasn't been misbehaving.
So, I'm thinking well, the kid felt bad the last couple of days and that's why he acted the way he did and now he's feeling sick and so maybe we're past the acting like a turd.
No. Wrong. I get to Mom's early to check in on my somewhat sick child (it's just allergies so he's really not sick) just in time for him to empty an entire bottle of Pepto-Bismol onto my mom's carpet. Any body know how to get that pink stain out of carpet? I sure tried, with the steam cleaner even, no such luck.
I spanked him and sat him on the couch and told him not to get up. I went to clean up the mess. I go over to the couch to talk to him after I'm done trying to get the mess out of the carpet only to find that he's taken an entire tube of my dad's arthritis cream and squirted it all over his pants. I spanked him, AGAIN, and then made him sit in a corner for a couple of minutes. After which he was able to tell me what he'd done wrong and he apologized.
I can HONESTLY say I have never been more relieved to have him fall asleep in the car on the way home so I could just put him in bed when we got here. The only question I dare ask at this juncture is "What's tomorrow going to be like?"
So, I'm thinking well, the kid felt bad the last couple of days and that's why he acted the way he did and now he's feeling sick and so maybe we're past the acting like a turd.
No. Wrong. I get to Mom's early to check in on my somewhat sick child (it's just allergies so he's really not sick) just in time for him to empty an entire bottle of Pepto-Bismol onto my mom's carpet. Any body know how to get that pink stain out of carpet? I sure tried, with the steam cleaner even, no such luck.
I spanked him and sat him on the couch and told him not to get up. I went to clean up the mess. I go over to the couch to talk to him after I'm done trying to get the mess out of the carpet only to find that he's taken an entire tube of my dad's arthritis cream and squirted it all over his pants. I spanked him, AGAIN, and then made him sit in a corner for a couple of minutes. After which he was able to tell me what he'd done wrong and he apologized.
I can HONESTLY say I have never been more relieved to have him fall asleep in the car on the way home so I could just put him in bed when we got here. The only question I dare ask at this juncture is "What's tomorrow going to be like?"
Sunday, February 22, 2009
A restful weekend. . . yeah right!
Who is this demon child and where did my sweet son go?
When I left work on Friday I was in a fabulous mood. My hubby was off Fri. night and Sat. night, we had plans to go over to a friends' house Sat. night, my house didn't need too much work, it was all looking great.
Then, something horrible happened to my child. He's been a total little stinker all weekend. Point-in-case, today, he picked up a full can of Diet Coke off of the end table, poured it all out in the floor, laughing while he watched it hit the floor. I picked him up and swatted him really good 5-6 times and he looked at me and laughed. I picked him up, put him on the couch and told him not to get up and he "rawr!" yelled at me. At this point, I was left wondering what in the world I was supposed to do next.
So, my restful weekend took a nose dive out the window. We did make it over to see our friends Saturday evening. Luckily, they have 3 children of their own, so my child's less than stellar behavior wasn't too much of a problem. We had a good time and everyone, including William, really enjoyed themselves.
Today, was marginally better. Today instead of him "rawr!" yelling at me like he was angry, when I got on to him, he screeched at the top of his lungs and started crying. His daddy did not approve of this behavior. He and daddy had quite a few "chats" after daddy got up today.
So, I called my mom earlier and warned her to get to bed early tonight because it didn't look like tomorrow would be restful in any way, shape, or form.
It really seems to me, that with my son, the "terrible twos" seem to come in spurts. He'll have 3 or 4 really bad days, and then all of a sudden, he's my really good kid again. I'm not real sure how to handle his big mood changes.
My MIL wants to take him for a few days this week, and while I'm all about this kiddo getting to see his grandparents, I'm wondering if I let her take him while he's in this kind of mood, will she ever want to take him again? So, Linda, you too might want to be sure and get your rest in before you head this way.
So, with all of that said. I'm going to breathe deeply 5 times, put the last couple of days behind me (except for the sweet hugs and the "Love you momma"s and the "Waddadoin momma?"s. I love those.) and hope that in the morning I get back the child that isn't voluntarily deaf when ever it suits him.
When I left work on Friday I was in a fabulous mood. My hubby was off Fri. night and Sat. night, we had plans to go over to a friends' house Sat. night, my house didn't need too much work, it was all looking great.
Then, something horrible happened to my child. He's been a total little stinker all weekend. Point-in-case, today, he picked up a full can of Diet Coke off of the end table, poured it all out in the floor, laughing while he watched it hit the floor. I picked him up and swatted him really good 5-6 times and he looked at me and laughed. I picked him up, put him on the couch and told him not to get up and he "rawr!" yelled at me. At this point, I was left wondering what in the world I was supposed to do next.
So, my restful weekend took a nose dive out the window. We did make it over to see our friends Saturday evening. Luckily, they have 3 children of their own, so my child's less than stellar behavior wasn't too much of a problem. We had a good time and everyone, including William, really enjoyed themselves.
Today, was marginally better. Today instead of him "rawr!" yelling at me like he was angry, when I got on to him, he screeched at the top of his lungs and started crying. His daddy did not approve of this behavior. He and daddy had quite a few "chats" after daddy got up today.
So, I called my mom earlier and warned her to get to bed early tonight because it didn't look like tomorrow would be restful in any way, shape, or form.
It really seems to me, that with my son, the "terrible twos" seem to come in spurts. He'll have 3 or 4 really bad days, and then all of a sudden, he's my really good kid again. I'm not real sure how to handle his big mood changes.
My MIL wants to take him for a few days this week, and while I'm all about this kiddo getting to see his grandparents, I'm wondering if I let her take him while he's in this kind of mood, will she ever want to take him again? So, Linda, you too might want to be sure and get your rest in before you head this way.
So, with all of that said. I'm going to breathe deeply 5 times, put the last couple of days behind me (except for the sweet hugs and the "Love you momma"s and the "Waddadoin momma?"s. I love those.) and hope that in the morning I get back the child that isn't voluntarily deaf when ever it suits him.
Monday, February 9, 2009
The Best Laid Plans. . .
Well my mystery illness turned out to be the flu after all. I got up yesterday morning and went to church and then went shopping with a girlfriend from work. I finally had to call shopping quits when I was so miserable I could hardly function.
My whole body hurt, fever, chills, the whole nine yards. So, I called in sick to work today and slept on the couch all most all day. And, while I'm feeling much better I think I may have screwed up by trying to do too much tonight. After mom dropped William off I've played with him and worked off and on at getting the house picked up and cleaned up before my MIL comes tomorrow night. Well, just as I put William in the bath tub at about 7:15 I started feeling bad again. Took my temp, back up to 99.
So, I've called it quits for the evening. I'll have to just send my apologies to my MIL for my less than clean house and I'll have to do my laundry to pack tomorrow night. I'm too scared to do anything else tonight for fear that I'll stir up the flu beast again.
I can't afford to do that because I've got to go to work tomorrow to get everything in order for my trip. So, wish me wellness. Lots, and lots, of wellness.
My whole body hurt, fever, chills, the whole nine yards. So, I called in sick to work today and slept on the couch all most all day. And, while I'm feeling much better I think I may have screwed up by trying to do too much tonight. After mom dropped William off I've played with him and worked off and on at getting the house picked up and cleaned up before my MIL comes tomorrow night. Well, just as I put William in the bath tub at about 7:15 I started feeling bad again. Took my temp, back up to 99.
So, I've called it quits for the evening. I'll have to just send my apologies to my MIL for my less than clean house and I'll have to do my laundry to pack tomorrow night. I'm too scared to do anything else tonight for fear that I'll stir up the flu beast again.
I can't afford to do that because I've got to go to work tomorrow to get everything in order for my trip. So, wish me wellness. Lots, and lots, of wellness.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Bad Bad Blog Girl
Yeah, I know I definitely haven't been keeping up with my pledge to do a 365. I made it to about 75 and petered out. I don't know why, but I just haven't been in much of an internet mood lately. I haven't been keeping up with my forums or anything. I check my facebook and my e-mail and that's it.
I'm sure the mood will strike again at some point in time, this just isn't that time.
For now, I'll give you a brief state-of-the-family.
For all of you who know my mother-in-law, wish her luck. I'm leaving her in charge of my boys and my animal menagerie for 4 days this week. She's a really tough lady so I know she can handle it. I just hope at the end of it she still wants to come back and visit. We really enjoy it when William's grandmother and grandad come for a visit. Not only is the company great but the food is always awesome as well.
They came to see us earlier this week as a "pre-visit" for her stay this week. She brought all kinds of great food for dinner and then left me with a smoked turkey in my fridge, already cut up. We dove into that turkey today and, oh my, that is some seriously tasty turkey. I'm excited about having a turkey sandwich for lunch tomorrow.
I leave Wednesday AM to go to San Antonio for TMEA convention. I'm really excited for several reasons. One, 4 days in San Antonio. Two, three days off of work that don't come out of my leave balance. Three, getting to spend some time with good friends. Four, getting to spend my Christmas fundraiser money on some cool new stuff for my room. Five, margaritas. Yeah, that's right, I said margaritas.
Unfortunately, I think this day came with an illness for me. Sneezing, coughing, runny nose, achy body, but no fever so that's good. Goodness, I really hope I'm not getting the flu right before I leave.
William is pretty much a normal two year old boy. He is funny and sweet and I cherish every moment we have together. He's been a super good boy lately. Except for his obession with pouring out entire bottles of baby powder on the table in his room and then rubbing his hands all in it. We've had three of those incidences this week. That's alot of baby powder.
Ben is doing okay. He's constantly tired, but I think anyone who works 70 hours a week would be. He's busting his tail and making himself stand out above the rest at work which we're hoping will result in him being moved to days soon. William really misses him (as do I) and his being on days would really help with that.
I hope everyone is well. I'll try to blog more. When the mood strikes.
I'm sure the mood will strike again at some point in time, this just isn't that time.
For now, I'll give you a brief state-of-the-family.
For all of you who know my mother-in-law, wish her luck. I'm leaving her in charge of my boys and my animal menagerie for 4 days this week. She's a really tough lady so I know she can handle it. I just hope at the end of it she still wants to come back and visit. We really enjoy it when William's grandmother and grandad come for a visit. Not only is the company great but the food is always awesome as well.
They came to see us earlier this week as a "pre-visit" for her stay this week. She brought all kinds of great food for dinner and then left me with a smoked turkey in my fridge, already cut up. We dove into that turkey today and, oh my, that is some seriously tasty turkey. I'm excited about having a turkey sandwich for lunch tomorrow.
I leave Wednesday AM to go to San Antonio for TMEA convention. I'm really excited for several reasons. One, 4 days in San Antonio. Two, three days off of work that don't come out of my leave balance. Three, getting to spend some time with good friends. Four, getting to spend my Christmas fundraiser money on some cool new stuff for my room. Five, margaritas. Yeah, that's right, I said margaritas.
Unfortunately, I think this day came with an illness for me. Sneezing, coughing, runny nose, achy body, but no fever so that's good. Goodness, I really hope I'm not getting the flu right before I leave.
William is pretty much a normal two year old boy. He is funny and sweet and I cherish every moment we have together. He's been a super good boy lately. Except for his obession with pouring out entire bottles of baby powder on the table in his room and then rubbing his hands all in it. We've had three of those incidences this week. That's alot of baby powder.
Ben is doing okay. He's constantly tired, but I think anyone who works 70 hours a week would be. He's busting his tail and making himself stand out above the rest at work which we're hoping will result in him being moved to days soon. William really misses him (as do I) and his being on days would really help with that.
I hope everyone is well. I'll try to blog more. When the mood strikes.
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