There are so many times when I think I need to come here and update... today I just happen to have the time.
This morning I learned that R can puke into a trash can and toilet and will find me when he needs to throw up again. I think that is something I could have lived without knowing for a while longer.
R and L have both been relatively healthy since out bout of the plague in January and February of this year, so this bout of whatever it is that R has is both reminiscent of that and annoying. Last week the child had horrid diarrhea, extreme energy and spent a week home with mommy or daddy.
When I saw solid poop on Saturday, I did a little dance and thought we were finally over it. So last night when he started puking again, it came as a bit of a surprise.
Could this really be a stomach bug as a result of a suppressed immune system (fighting off the virus from last week?) or do I need to start looking at food allergies?
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
taking after mom...
When both the boys were born everyone marveled at how much they looked like B. Truly it was frightening and people who hadn't seen L in person asked if we photoshopped pictures of him using B. LOL -- obviously these are people who haven't ever had kids and have no idea what the sleep deprived early days are like.
Now -- both the boys are starting to take after me. L has my body time. Very long and lean. He actually weighs less then R now but is a good 4 inches taller. He has huge blue eyes with a similar shape to my large brown ones. Everyone who sees pictures of him now tell me how much he looks like me.
R -- well he has always had my brown eyes, but that is about where the similarities ended. After his 2 year appointment it was obvious he still has B's body type. However, he decided to follow in my footsteps in another way. He has RAGING seasonal allergies. The poor dude lives with swollen, crusty eyes. Claritin is doing nothing to combat this. It didn't do anything for me and I used to have to get weekly allergy shots. I really don't want him to end up ther. Although -- do they even do that anymore.
I just continue to hope they decide not to inherit my sight. It is BAD. It would be much better for them to have B's better then perfect vision any day.
Now -- both the boys are starting to take after me. L has my body time. Very long and lean. He actually weighs less then R now but is a good 4 inches taller. He has huge blue eyes with a similar shape to my large brown ones. Everyone who sees pictures of him now tell me how much he looks like me.
R -- well he has always had my brown eyes, but that is about where the similarities ended. After his 2 year appointment it was obvious he still has B's body type. However, he decided to follow in my footsteps in another way. He has RAGING seasonal allergies. The poor dude lives with swollen, crusty eyes. Claritin is doing nothing to combat this. It didn't do anything for me and I used to have to get weekly allergy shots. I really don't want him to end up ther. Although -- do they even do that anymore.
I just continue to hope they decide not to inherit my sight. It is BAD. It would be much better for them to have B's better then perfect vision any day.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Well a week ago
my baby turned 2! And I didn't blog about it.
Seriously, what is wrong with me.
I am starting to think that this new job - which is of course not at all new anymore - isn't going to permit me to keep this thing going. But until I throw in the towel, I am going to try.
So my baby is two. I didn't even have the party... my sister hosted it. My sister also did the cake. It was a dump truck theme. It was adorable. I have pictures, but I am too dang lazy to go hunting for them right now. Wow, what a rock star mommy I am.
Oh and I haven't even come close to getting him 2 year pictures. At least his daddy finally got his hair cut this past weekend so he doesn't look like a floppy mop.
So what did I do... I thought a lot about his labor and how beautiful it was. We went to Chuck E. Cheese on his actual birthday and I yelled at a kid who pushed R down a flight of stairs, but other than that... I didn't do much.
Luckily spring is on the horizon and I am going to have the kids alone most Saturdays. I am looking forward to hanging out with my boys.
Seriously, what is wrong with me.
I am starting to think that this new job - which is of course not at all new anymore - isn't going to permit me to keep this thing going. But until I throw in the towel, I am going to try.
So my baby is two. I didn't even have the party... my sister hosted it. My sister also did the cake. It was a dump truck theme. It was adorable. I have pictures, but I am too dang lazy to go hunting for them right now. Wow, what a rock star mommy I am.
Oh and I haven't even come close to getting him 2 year pictures. At least his daddy finally got his hair cut this past weekend so he doesn't look like a floppy mop.
So what did I do... I thought a lot about his labor and how beautiful it was. We went to Chuck E. Cheese on his actual birthday and I yelled at a kid who pushed R down a flight of stairs, but other than that... I didn't do much.
Luckily spring is on the horizon and I am going to have the kids alone most Saturdays. I am looking forward to hanging out with my boys.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Potty training, part 2
So, we have been working on potty training R. He will sit on the potty and actually seems to have fun sitting on the potty. We have been using the same bribing stragegy that worked with L -- M&Ms. Well it clicked on Saturday and he finally peed on the potty.
Today we caught poop on the potty. Yeah -- a lot of it means watching for him to show us the signs, but at the pee was all on him.
I can't even tell you how much I am looking forward to him being potty trained. I am done done done with diapers. Especially after this last round of diarrhea where cloth diapers became a dreaded thing to deal with (first time I felt that way).
L was potty trained at 26-28 months. R better follow in those footsteps.
Snowy, snowy, snow
It snowed today.
It actually wasn't as much snow as they were predicting. It was one of the weirdest snow storms I have seen in a while. Snowed a bit Sunday morning, then was supposed to start snowing late Sunday... dusting came first thing in the morning. There wasn't even snow on the grass at 6am.
Then all hell broke lose and school was closed within 2 hours and we had at least 4 inches.
L and I had a BLAST shoveling the driveway. This time it wasn't heavy crap either, so we moved it without too much trouble.
R -- yeah, he is still not much of a snow/cold weather guy. He spent about 15 seconds in the snow before losing his mind and starting to cry. He is so my kid!
I had my camera all ready... but alas... no pictures were taken. Is it bad that I am hoping for another snow so I can get some pictures of both of them in the snow before the winter is over. Not to mention... I am really starting to like the days alone with the boys.
It actually wasn't as much snow as they were predicting. It was one of the weirdest snow storms I have seen in a while. Snowed a bit Sunday morning, then was supposed to start snowing late Sunday... dusting came first thing in the morning. There wasn't even snow on the grass at 6am.
Then all hell broke lose and school was closed within 2 hours and we had at least 4 inches.
L and I had a BLAST shoveling the driveway. This time it wasn't heavy crap either, so we moved it without too much trouble.
R -- yeah, he is still not much of a snow/cold weather guy. He spent about 15 seconds in the snow before losing his mind and starting to cry. He is so my kid!
I had my camera all ready... but alas... no pictures were taken. Is it bad that I am hoping for another snow so I can get some pictures of both of them in the snow before the winter is over. Not to mention... I am really starting to like the days alone with the boys.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
It's March
How the hell is it March already. March 2009... Seriously, wasn't it just November of 2005 and I was still pregnant with L?
March means R has a birthday coming up. In fact it is in 2 weeks -- I have picked the date and let some people know, but done NOTHING other than that. I am such a kiss ass party planner, let me tell you. W offered to do the invitations for me... I probably should have taken her up on it, but I know her work has pretty much doubled overnight due to some layoffs at her company.
The good thing with it being his second birthday. That means no presents from Mommy and Daddy and just a nice infusion of cash into his bank account. Until he can start asking for a present, he isn't getting one because my house already looks like Toys R Us threw up inside.
To add to the stress of having a party... I have a deadline every single day for the next 18 days. Only reason I don't have anything on the 19th is because I cleared my calendar so I can go hang out with some former co-workers on the first day of the NCAA tournament.
Don't remember my obsession with that party? I had myself convinced I could spend 2 hours on a train to attend the party in 2007 when in active labor with R. I gave birth that night. Good thing I just didn't want to shower that day because that was the only reason I didn't try to go to the party.
Regardless... welcome March. You came in like a lion. Can't wait to see the lamb side of this month...
March means R has a birthday coming up. In fact it is in 2 weeks -- I have picked the date and let some people know, but done NOTHING other than that. I am such a kiss ass party planner, let me tell you. W offered to do the invitations for me... I probably should have taken her up on it, but I know her work has pretty much doubled overnight due to some layoffs at her company.
The good thing with it being his second birthday. That means no presents from Mommy and Daddy and just a nice infusion of cash into his bank account. Until he can start asking for a present, he isn't getting one because my house already looks like Toys R Us threw up inside.
To add to the stress of having a party... I have a deadline every single day for the next 18 days. Only reason I don't have anything on the 19th is because I cleared my calendar so I can go hang out with some former co-workers on the first day of the NCAA tournament.
Don't remember my obsession with that party? I had myself convinced I could spend 2 hours on a train to attend the party in 2007 when in active labor with R. I gave birth that night. Good thing I just didn't want to shower that day because that was the only reason I didn't try to go to the party.
Regardless... welcome March. You came in like a lion. Can't wait to see the lamb side of this month...
Friday, February 20, 2009
Catching up
I know -- been a while right. You see there was this little thing about preparing for a week away in Phoenix, making the trip and dealing the aftermath in my kids.
My last 6 weeks have felt a lot like this -- 2 kids sick...
Don't let R's smile fool you, they have been sick, although L seems to be taking the brunt of the vomitting (you know, because he can afford to lose the weight and all -- NOT!).
So excuse me while I bleach the daylights out of my house -- AGAIN. There has to be a way to kill this, no? Maybe it will even be warm enough to air out the house too this weekend.
My last 6 weeks have felt a lot like this -- 2 kids sick...
Don't let R's smile fool you, they have been sick, although L seems to be taking the brunt of the vomitting (you know, because he can afford to lose the weight and all -- NOT!).
So excuse me while I bleach the daylights out of my house -- AGAIN. There has to be a way to kill this, no? Maybe it will even be warm enough to air out the house too this weekend.
Monday, February 2, 2009
and the teachers say...
They are both just wonderful.
Really??!! Dude, I wonder who they think my kids are.
Actually, I was told L was energetic, creative and fun. A bit hyper, but nothing that is out of the norm for his age. Apparently he is a genius with numbers (no surprise), but has no interest what so ever in sounds or letters. He is starting to get the science lessons, especially with things that will sink and float and he loves all the water work.
R on the other hand -- LOVES doing all his work and races to the work room when it is time. He eats well, sleeps well and usually has to be woken up at the end of nap time.
So... everything is great and I really really wish I could bring the kids that they talked about home with me after school because they sound so much better behaved then the two currently fighting over God knows what....
Really??!! Dude, I wonder who they think my kids are.
Actually, I was told L was energetic, creative and fun. A bit hyper, but nothing that is out of the norm for his age. Apparently he is a genius with numbers (no surprise), but has no interest what so ever in sounds or letters. He is starting to get the science lessons, especially with things that will sink and float and he loves all the water work.
R on the other hand -- LOVES doing all his work and races to the work room when it is time. He eats well, sleeps well and usually has to be woken up at the end of nap time.
So... everything is great and I really really wish I could bring the kids that they talked about home with me after school because they sound so much better behaved then the two currently fighting over God knows what....
tick tock, tick tock
In just under an hour I get to hear all about the boys. I don't know if I am excited or dreading it.
With R I pretty much know what I am going to get. He is a joy. He is always happy. He eats well, sleeps well, plays well, etc. I am sure they will express both concern about his speech and their pleasure with how much his speech has approved in the last few weeks. R is pretty easy both for his parents and his teachers. Granted he is stubborn as all hell and throws a massive fit if he isn't getting his way and he needs to be reminded repetitively to use his words and not just cry or scream when mad at L.
As far as L -- it is really anyones guess. Depends on which child they remember. The very sweet, very loving doll that he can be when he is comfortable happy with everything around him. Or the whiney/clingy child that comes out when he is overwhelmed. As I said -- anyones guess. But they do know my baby, so I am guessing it will be all very upbeat.
Oh and soccer -- this week was not only much better, but I got to hear all about it when he got home. Guess I am just going to have to stay in bed on Saturday mornings while B runs him to soccer because he likes it a whole lot more with Daddy in attendance. Whatever works...
With R I pretty much know what I am going to get. He is a joy. He is always happy. He eats well, sleeps well, plays well, etc. I am sure they will express both concern about his speech and their pleasure with how much his speech has approved in the last few weeks. R is pretty easy both for his parents and his teachers. Granted he is stubborn as all hell and throws a massive fit if he isn't getting his way and he needs to be reminded repetitively to use his words and not just cry or scream when mad at L.
As far as L -- it is really anyones guess. Depends on which child they remember. The very sweet, very loving doll that he can be when he is comfortable happy with everything around him. Or the whiney/clingy child that comes out when he is overwhelmed. As I said -- anyones guess. But they do know my baby, so I am guessing it will be all very upbeat.
Oh and soccer -- this week was not only much better, but I got to hear all about it when he got home. Guess I am just going to have to stay in bed on Saturday mornings while B runs him to soccer because he likes it a whole lot more with Daddy in attendance. Whatever works...
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Soccer
**sigh**
I don't know what to say. This fall we found out that the township had a indoor soccer class for 3 and 4 year olds starting in January. B and I were so excited. L loves to run around kicking a ball and goodness knows that child has tons of energy, so we thought soccer would be a perfect match for him. Did I think he was going to be a natural or something... absolutely not. He still doesn't have great coordination, but I thought he would love it.
Lets just nicely put it with the fact that he didn't love it.
It started out well enough. The teacher was familiar - she had taught R's swim class this past fall. There were lots of kids his age. He was very excited about his new ball and had a good time kicking it around Friday night with B and I. We were trying to teach him to not use his hands and that is where the problems began.
When we got there, L stood in the circle and stared at the teacher. He didn't stretch with the other kids. Then they moved on to trapping the ball. They did it about a dozen times. L did it once.
Then they played a sort of musical chairs with the balls. That is where everything went to shit.
He started crying and screaming. Holding his arms out to me. I had him calmed down enough to put him back to the circle and walk away and then they moved to the one end of the gym to start dribbling. It was OVER then.
Out of a class of 30 kids my kid is the ONLY one who freaked out. My kid is the only one who wouldn't do anything. My kid was the only one who had to cry and whine about soccer. LOVELY.
So we ended up sitting in the blechers while the rest of the kids played. He watched and I hope he learned something. We are going back next week and going to try it again. And again and again.
I know I could explain this away by blaming his sensory issues. He hates change. Resists it with every fiber of his being, but I am pretty unsympathic with it. He needs to learn to live in THIS world... it isn't going to change for him, so I can only help by teaching him that change isn't bad. But I can't say that it doesn't bother me.
I don't understand it in the least. I don't have a shy bone in my body and I don't think I ever did. I prefer being around people I know, of course, but I can make do pretty much anywhere. B isn't shy either. Although he has a lot harder time in new groups. How do you teach a child to not shut down and be overwhelmed though in a new/large group? That is my primary focus.
I don't know what to say. This fall we found out that the township had a indoor soccer class for 3 and 4 year olds starting in January. B and I were so excited. L loves to run around kicking a ball and goodness knows that child has tons of energy, so we thought soccer would be a perfect match for him. Did I think he was going to be a natural or something... absolutely not. He still doesn't have great coordination, but I thought he would love it.
Lets just nicely put it with the fact that he didn't love it.
It started out well enough. The teacher was familiar - she had taught R's swim class this past fall. There were lots of kids his age. He was very excited about his new ball and had a good time kicking it around Friday night with B and I. We were trying to teach him to not use his hands and that is where the problems began.
When we got there, L stood in the circle and stared at the teacher. He didn't stretch with the other kids. Then they moved on to trapping the ball. They did it about a dozen times. L did it once.
Then they played a sort of musical chairs with the balls. That is where everything went to shit.
He started crying and screaming. Holding his arms out to me. I had him calmed down enough to put him back to the circle and walk away and then they moved to the one end of the gym to start dribbling. It was OVER then.
Out of a class of 30 kids my kid is the ONLY one who freaked out. My kid is the only one who wouldn't do anything. My kid was the only one who had to cry and whine about soccer. LOVELY.
So we ended up sitting in the blechers while the rest of the kids played. He watched and I hope he learned something. We are going back next week and going to try it again. And again and again.
I know I could explain this away by blaming his sensory issues. He hates change. Resists it with every fiber of his being, but I am pretty unsympathic with it. He needs to learn to live in THIS world... it isn't going to change for him, so I can only help by teaching him that change isn't bad. But I can't say that it doesn't bother me.
I don't understand it in the least. I don't have a shy bone in my body and I don't think I ever did. I prefer being around people I know, of course, but I can make do pretty much anywhere. B isn't shy either. Although he has a lot harder time in new groups. How do you teach a child to not shut down and be overwhelmed though in a new/large group? That is my primary focus.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
getting it together
Maybe I am just strange, but sometimes I actually feel like I know what I am doing in this mommy role. I get balanced meals together. Kids down for naps at the right time. Quality play time/craft time in, and everyone is happy.
Then there are days I can't seem to get anything together. Kids end up with whatever I can throw at them for food. Rarely it is balanced. Something else draws my attention away from them and they whine all day for my attention.
Today is one of those days I feel like I have it together. Maybe it is because I am home with just R, but both kids had a good breakfast. L got off to school well. R has been entertained (and not just by the TV), spent time playing with playdoh and I actually have been getting work done.
I wish I had more todays then I do.
Then there are days I can't seem to get anything together. Kids end up with whatever I can throw at them for food. Rarely it is balanced. Something else draws my attention away from them and they whine all day for my attention.
Today is one of those days I feel like I have it together. Maybe it is because I am home with just R, but both kids had a good breakfast. L got off to school well. R has been entertained (and not just by the TV), spent time playing with playdoh and I actually have been getting work done.
I wish I had more todays then I do.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
because the sickies aren't enough
the house seems to be conspiring against me too...
Dishwasher -- yeah, it just likes to flood our basement. Technician was here on Friday and said it was a fluke thing, nothing is wrong with it... LOL. yeah, well when it flooded into the basement again today, let me tell you whose ass I wanted to kick.
Call to the home warrany company and OMG - the woman I got kicked ass and she is pissed for me. Maybe the fact that I yelled at the boys at one point to just please be quiet, which made her crack up, helped me. You know... mom's bonding and all. Apparently she has a 3 year old too. She gets my current pain.
But, it isn't just the dishwasher. The washing machine crapped out on me yesterday too. Not exactly what you want to see happen when you are doing a load of laundry a day due to your child's propensity to poop his body weight. (which, because you are on the edge of your seat seems to be getting better after the benefiber in his fluids... I am starting to love the new pedi). It wouldn't drain. But luckily B seemed to be able to fix that.
Something else water related happened, but search me if I can remember it now. My brain has started to shut down with all the stuff going on.
Tomorrow is Monday right? I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing anymore. Monday's tend to be the onslaught of new files/work. I don't know if I can handle more at this moment. Luckily my first solo court date is this Thursday, so after I have that under my belt, I think I will start feeling a bit more confident.
Or at least I will for one of the two new practice areas I am working in. The other one -- yeah that is going to take some time. Too bad I am in court for that come the 30th. YIKES.
Maybe Monday's aren't so good after all...
Dishwasher -- yeah, it just likes to flood our basement. Technician was here on Friday and said it was a fluke thing, nothing is wrong with it... LOL. yeah, well when it flooded into the basement again today, let me tell you whose ass I wanted to kick.
Call to the home warrany company and OMG - the woman I got kicked ass and she is pissed for me. Maybe the fact that I yelled at the boys at one point to just please be quiet, which made her crack up, helped me. You know... mom's bonding and all. Apparently she has a 3 year old too. She gets my current pain.
But, it isn't just the dishwasher. The washing machine crapped out on me yesterday too. Not exactly what you want to see happen when you are doing a load of laundry a day due to your child's propensity to poop his body weight. (which, because you are on the edge of your seat seems to be getting better after the benefiber in his fluids... I am starting to love the new pedi). It wouldn't drain. But luckily B seemed to be able to fix that.
Something else water related happened, but search me if I can remember it now. My brain has started to shut down with all the stuff going on.
Tomorrow is Monday right? I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing anymore. Monday's tend to be the onslaught of new files/work. I don't know if I can handle more at this moment. Luckily my first solo court date is this Thursday, so after I have that under my belt, I think I will start feeling a bit more confident.
Or at least I will for one of the two new practice areas I am working in. The other one -- yeah that is going to take some time. Too bad I am in court for that come the 30th. YIKES.
Maybe Monday's aren't so good after all...
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Plague
The stars have aligned against us this week...
sick, sick, everyone is sick.
L was running 102 temp and got bumped from school on Thursday. B was home with both boys yesterday and of course they seemed snotty, but were on the mend.
This morning -- I got up to find R covered head to toe is diarrhea with chemical burns all over his legs and torso due to the acid in his poop. Since he got up at 751 I have changed more then 5 diapers. That is 5 diapers in ONE HOUR.
Think my day is shaping up to be a winner?
Oh -- and of course we are SUPPOSED to be in Phoenix right now visiting N and her family, but had to cancel that due to the plague. So instead of 74 degrees I am suffering through a high of teens and 10 degrees as of right night.
TEN! And I have to pack the kids up and take them to the doctors shortly.
The joy just never ends.
sick, sick, everyone is sick.
L was running 102 temp and got bumped from school on Thursday. B was home with both boys yesterday and of course they seemed snotty, but were on the mend.
This morning -- I got up to find R covered head to toe is diarrhea with chemical burns all over his legs and torso due to the acid in his poop. Since he got up at 751 I have changed more then 5 diapers. That is 5 diapers in ONE HOUR.
Think my day is shaping up to be a winner?
Oh -- and of course we are SUPPOSED to be in Phoenix right now visiting N and her family, but had to cancel that due to the plague. So instead of 74 degrees I am suffering through a high of teens and 10 degrees as of right night.
TEN! And I have to pack the kids up and take them to the doctors shortly.
The joy just never ends.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Oh fair blog
how have you been. I have been a bit neglectful, no? Well, better you that the spawn on the devil and the cute little boy in my house.
Anyone want to guess who is cute and who is the spawn?
Yeah, not hard. L is still pushing all my buttons, all the time. Been a long week, so I am sure that isn't helping me any on the patience front. Here is a weekly blurb.
Monday -- start in the new office for my 3 days a week. Super busy with a brief I need to finish but still proceed to get 4 new files. By about noon I think I am going to cry, but pull my shit together and get to work. On my way home receive an email sending me to yet a 3rd office for Tues. Up until midnight working on a draft of the brief.
Tues -- more work on the brief, but a much much better day. I walk away from it with the best crash course I have ever received to improve my writing and I am thrilled with how the day goes. Unfortunately, my tutorial ran late and I got home 30 minutes before the boys went to bed. Not used to that anymore.
Wed -- back at the home office today. Good overall. Still slugging away on the brief, but I have a nice lunch, leave at a normal time and attend my class. Drinks/marketing after class and home by 1030. Thinking I am doing damn well because tomorrow will be an early one.
That night -- L is up ALL NIGHT LONG. Running a pretty high fever. Might catch 5 hours of sleep or so.
Thursday -- roll my ass out of bed feeling like the living dead. B takes the reigns for the day and will play Mr. Mom to L while he is home sick. I get out of the house early and get to the new office early. Again with the brief. But I know it is due tomorrow so it can only last so long. At 6pm make the decision that this is stupid and head another 30 minutes East from my house to meet up at the 3rd office again with the attorney I am working on the case with. His wife brings us dinner with the kids and at about 730 we settle in for the night. I finally leave the office at 230 AM - missing the Gators play for the National Title (OUCH!!! That hurt more than the long night) and drive an hour west to my house. In bed just after 330.
Friday -- starts with a bang as L gets up at 6. I think I am dying. B puts L back in his room when he leaves for work. Just makes L scream and cry. I roll out of bed at 730 and start getting ready. Wake the boys up at 800 only to realize L is still burning up. R is a little pissed at me being that he hadn't seen me for 48 hours before that. Lovely! Get R to school and back to the house to work. Thank God a sick L is a lazy L so he snoozed on the couch while I worked most of the day. Brief submitted at 345, 15 minutes after L got up from him nap.
Whew.
That even hurt to type. Now I am off to do some more things that I needed to do this weekend but haven't gotten to yet. My bosses goal was to "load me up" so I stayed busy. I think she has succeeded.
Anyone want to guess who is cute and who is the spawn?
Yeah, not hard. L is still pushing all my buttons, all the time. Been a long week, so I am sure that isn't helping me any on the patience front. Here is a weekly blurb.
Monday -- start in the new office for my 3 days a week. Super busy with a brief I need to finish but still proceed to get 4 new files. By about noon I think I am going to cry, but pull my shit together and get to work. On my way home receive an email sending me to yet a 3rd office for Tues. Up until midnight working on a draft of the brief.
Tues -- more work on the brief, but a much much better day. I walk away from it with the best crash course I have ever received to improve my writing and I am thrilled with how the day goes. Unfortunately, my tutorial ran late and I got home 30 minutes before the boys went to bed. Not used to that anymore.
Wed -- back at the home office today. Good overall. Still slugging away on the brief, but I have a nice lunch, leave at a normal time and attend my class. Drinks/marketing after class and home by 1030. Thinking I am doing damn well because tomorrow will be an early one.
That night -- L is up ALL NIGHT LONG. Running a pretty high fever. Might catch 5 hours of sleep or so.
Thursday -- roll my ass out of bed feeling like the living dead. B takes the reigns for the day and will play Mr. Mom to L while he is home sick. I get out of the house early and get to the new office early. Again with the brief. But I know it is due tomorrow so it can only last so long. At 6pm make the decision that this is stupid and head another 30 minutes East from my house to meet up at the 3rd office again with the attorney I am working on the case with. His wife brings us dinner with the kids and at about 730 we settle in for the night. I finally leave the office at 230 AM - missing the Gators play for the National Title (OUCH!!! That hurt more than the long night) and drive an hour west to my house. In bed just after 330.
Friday -- starts with a bang as L gets up at 6. I think I am dying. B puts L back in his room when he leaves for work. Just makes L scream and cry. I roll out of bed at 730 and start getting ready. Wake the boys up at 800 only to realize L is still burning up. R is a little pissed at me being that he hadn't seen me for 48 hours before that. Lovely! Get R to school and back to the house to work. Thank God a sick L is a lazy L so he snoozed on the couch while I worked most of the day. Brief submitted at 345, 15 minutes after L got up from him nap.
Whew.
That even hurt to type. Now I am off to do some more things that I needed to do this weekend but haven't gotten to yet. My bosses goal was to "load me up" so I stayed busy. I think she has succeeded.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
New morning
I will try having a new perspective.
I know I am lucky and my boys are pretty good. So, to get my spirits up and to get myself in the mood to finally do the Christmas cards (yeah, I know... I am about 2 weeks late), I am gonna do a brief update on both.
L --
When we turned 3 in Nov. he got his Gator 4 wheeler and he is amazingly agile at driving that thing around. He is always pretty patient with R and getting him in and out on the passenger side. Actually he is pretty good with letting R try to drive to. L also is a little word monster. He simply doesn't stop talking. And the stuff he comes up with it really amazing. I don't know if he was taught in school about the human body, but he understands that when he poops it is the food he ate before. Although it is a little weird to have him tell me that the orange he is eating right this instant is going down into his pee pee and poo poo.
L is potty trained now, but mommy and daddy are still holding out on the night time thing. He hasn't had an accident at night in more than 2 weeks and I know he is ready to make the change. I am not for some weird reason. I seem to be the one who stalls more than he does.
L helps in the kitchen. Helps clean his room. Feeds the dogs and would take care of the cat if we handed over that responsibility too.
R --
Well, we are finally!! starting to see some words from him. Most of it is just a lot more vocalization and babbling. Yeah -- about a year late, but hey, it has started at least and that is the goal in the end. For the most part he is still Mr. Happy.
He is also fabulous with the dogs, but he is more of a cat person. The mere mention of cat sends him scurrying around the house in search of Spookie -- who really just hides from the kids all day long. R is also becoming quite the sneak when it comes to feeding his food to the dogs under the table. How does one learn to be sneaky before he is even 2!
R still has all sorts of skin issues though. I feel like we are constantly battling eczema - which is also linked to his allergy to disposable diapers, so it is pretty obvious he hasn't outgrown it at all. I can't believe it has been more than a year and I am still going 100% strong with the cloth thing. I was recently talking about cloth diapering and most people still fear it. I know both daycares did until they got the diapers and now they thing it is as easy as sposies.
Anyways -- the bad things... neither of them eat all that well right now. It is weird. They talk, make noises, yell at each other and play at the table, but they don't eat for crap. They are terrible at sharing their toys with one another. L thinks sharing is ripping a toy out of R's hands, throwing him another toy and running away with the prized possession as fast as possible. R thinks the only way to deal with a problem is to scream at the top of his lungs.
They are 2 and 3 (for the most part) and it isn't easy by any stretch of the imagination, but they are cute and fun. I know this stage will fly by, no matter how much it stinks, and I will strangely miss it at some point.
I know I am lucky and my boys are pretty good. So, to get my spirits up and to get myself in the mood to finally do the Christmas cards (yeah, I know... I am about 2 weeks late), I am gonna do a brief update on both.
L --
When we turned 3 in Nov. he got his Gator 4 wheeler and he is amazingly agile at driving that thing around. He is always pretty patient with R and getting him in and out on the passenger side. Actually he is pretty good with letting R try to drive to. L also is a little word monster. He simply doesn't stop talking. And the stuff he comes up with it really amazing. I don't know if he was taught in school about the human body, but he understands that when he poops it is the food he ate before. Although it is a little weird to have him tell me that the orange he is eating right this instant is going down into his pee pee and poo poo.
L is potty trained now, but mommy and daddy are still holding out on the night time thing. He hasn't had an accident at night in more than 2 weeks and I know he is ready to make the change. I am not for some weird reason. I seem to be the one who stalls more than he does.
L helps in the kitchen. Helps clean his room. Feeds the dogs and would take care of the cat if we handed over that responsibility too.
R --
Well, we are finally!! starting to see some words from him. Most of it is just a lot more vocalization and babbling. Yeah -- about a year late, but hey, it has started at least and that is the goal in the end. For the most part he is still Mr. Happy.
He is also fabulous with the dogs, but he is more of a cat person. The mere mention of cat sends him scurrying around the house in search of Spookie -- who really just hides from the kids all day long. R is also becoming quite the sneak when it comes to feeding his food to the dogs under the table. How does one learn to be sneaky before he is even 2!
R still has all sorts of skin issues though. I feel like we are constantly battling eczema - which is also linked to his allergy to disposable diapers, so it is pretty obvious he hasn't outgrown it at all. I can't believe it has been more than a year and I am still going 100% strong with the cloth thing. I was recently talking about cloth diapering and most people still fear it. I know both daycares did until they got the diapers and now they thing it is as easy as sposies.
Anyways -- the bad things... neither of them eat all that well right now. It is weird. They talk, make noises, yell at each other and play at the table, but they don't eat for crap. They are terrible at sharing their toys with one another. L thinks sharing is ripping a toy out of R's hands, throwing him another toy and running away with the prized possession as fast as possible. R thinks the only way to deal with a problem is to scream at the top of his lungs.
They are 2 and 3 (for the most part) and it isn't easy by any stretch of the imagination, but they are cute and fun. I know this stage will fly by, no matter how much it stinks, and I will strangely miss it at some point.
Friday, January 2, 2009
AHHHHHH
Ok -- I have a confession.
I have said it about 100 times before but this time I am about to scream it from the rooftop. I am not cut out to be a stay at home mom.
This holiday is lasting FOREVER.
Luckily we are getting out of the house tomorrow and not running 700 errands. We are off to a birthday party. Lets hope the kids decide to behave, listen and not drive me nuts.
Two more days until B and I go back to work. I am starting to count down the hours.
I have said it about 100 times before but this time I am about to scream it from the rooftop. I am not cut out to be a stay at home mom.
This holiday is lasting FOREVER.
Luckily we are getting out of the house tomorrow and not running 700 errands. We are off to a birthday party. Lets hope the kids decide to behave, listen and not drive me nuts.
Two more days until B and I go back to work. I am starting to count down the hours.
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