Then And Now-Paradise

Paradise Then Was...Camping trips. Long walks. Long conversation filled dinners. Wine. Laying in bed with no little ones waking you up. 2 person showers. Get up and go whenever you wanted to or never. Leisure. Beach vacations where they rake the sand each night, and organize the chairs each morning, drinks are free flowing, quiet all around. Surprise getaways. Working late and not feeling too guilty. Carefree. Reading books front to cover whenever you wanted. Spending endless amounts of time with friends and family. Holding big hands. Staying up late because we want to. Getting up early because we want to. Hobbies and endless hours to enjoy them.

Paradise Now Is......Having a little one crawl into bed and want nothing more to snuggle with you. I love you's just because you walked into a room. Baby food covered smiling faces. Mommy I did something for you and you didn't even ask. A 5 year old that listens. A baby that is content. Food in bellies. Warm clothes on backs. Fresh air to breath. Grass to play in. Dirt to get covered in. Wonders to explore. Little hands to hold. Watching them when they don't know it. Listening to them fall asleep, one babbles and the other sings. Sand in your hair. Food on your clothes. Galloping through the Zoo. Your legs being hugged. Being jumped on. Playing roll the ball. Teaching someone to clap. A smile because they finally get who you are. A smile because they get who you are and they still think you are cool.

Paradise Now is.... Something new every day. Something wonderous every day. Something fun every day. Something crazy every day. Something stressful every day. Something that takes your breath away every day. Something messy and loud every day. Something overhwhelming every day. Something exhausting every day.

Paradise Now is...Mowing the lawn. Cleaning your own house. Working that "9-5" (and for others a hell of a lot more than that!). Paying bills. Running errands. Preparing meals. Trying to remember who you have to call back and what function we must go to next? What playdate to schedule? Who is coming to visit the kids this weekend? Who are we going to visit? What needs fixing around the house and do we really want to do it or should we just pay an obnoxious amount of money for someone else to fix it? Shoveling the driveway. Do we finish the basement or never because it certainly is functional?

Paradise Now is.......Thinking I am 35, and "really this is what I do now.......?" or "REALLY this is what I do now!!!!!!!". It is that place we all journey to at some point in our lives. We all think we are ready for it. We all think it will be the best years of our lives. In many ways it is and in many ways it is not. We all think it but some of choose not to say it. Well I am saying it!

You can tell from my previous posts that I truly LOVE LOVE LOVE my kids. Wouldn't trade them in for anything (but could easily trade in the Van, the house, upgrade the lawn mower, maybe a bigger camper some day just because we can). But the kids, never in a million years. Keepin them! Keepin them close and their wives/partners/whatever will hate me some day because, yes, I will be (or already am) one of those Mom's (and some day Mom-in-laws). I am CRAZY in LOVE with my boys (all 3 of them) and I LOVE LOVE LOVE them.

But I can say, guilt free, hands down, that there are days I would go back to Paradise Then in a heartbeat! I hear that once the kids are a little more grown up you slowly get a little Paradise Then back. You can take a walk without them and not have your neighbor call social services because you left your kids home alone. You can take longer vacations because when they are older they are easier to pawn off on family because they are less work! You can drink more wine because when you are hung over in the morning they are self-sufficient!! :) You can sleep in on Saturdays because they will be sleeping in too, or maybe they won't be home! You can take a family vacation to some place with a beach and ocean and take a hand holding walk and gross them out and they will leave you alone but yet you can still boast that you took them on a great vacation!

How did we go from Paradise Then to Paradise Now? Oh yeah. I vaguely remember graduating from high school and going off to college so I could get that damn job I thought I wanted. I went to college so I could get that house, the car(s), the yard, the camper. I wanted it all (I still do)!! I thinks it's called "Living The American Dream"?

So today I am thankful that I have Paradise Now. I find it to be a blessing. All the good. All the bad. All the stress. All of it. Wouldn't give it up for anything. Because all too soon Paradise Now ends and we go back to Paradise Then. We enjoy Paradise Then. We do all those things again and while doing them we miss Paradise Now. The viscious cycle. Either way we are screwed. We should just sit back and enjoy where we are. Enjoy each stage of our life for what it is. We should be thankful we have all that we have. We should find it a blessing! It's called Life!

How Sweet It Is!!

BIRTHday!!

We are fast approaching the time of his actual arrival into the world and our lives. Noah Henry was born at 11:45, April 29, 2004. WOW!!!! All was perfect in the world and his arrival made it only better. Still today, he has this same affect on my life. Even on the not-so-fun days, he makes each and everyone of my days better!

So I did a little reflection last night and tonight the emotions are running high, for several reasons, so will share the day and my thoughts for his future.

Noah wakes up and tells me about the balloons in his room, the BIG #5 in the kitchen, and how did you get those things to hang from my door Mom?!?!!? Yes, I went all out. BIG # balloon is done every year, and they are BIG, and some years they don't really look like their number, I think the 4 looked more like a fish of sorts! But the 5 looks like the 5 (way to go 5 maker!). So BIG helium balloon, presents, breakfast pastry, #5 candle, You Are Special Plate, streamers and more balloons, pictures, the hoopla! Then off to preschool for a morning of fun with Mom and friends and birthday treats!

So back-up 4 years. Tradition. We decide that the BIRTHday will always be a Special Day! Taking the day off of work, just being with the kid(s), special sugar filled breakfast/candles/BIG balloon at home, an activity, lunch/dinner, treats galore etc.

Previous paragraph.....after preschool it is off to the Zoo. We had the MOST WONDERFUL time! Just the three of us. Laughing, talking, horsing around (although no horses at the zoo but cameling around, takin around, lynxin around just doesn't sound as good as the traditional "horsin"). We got ice cream for Noah, coffee for Dad, my ass is big enough so I skipped a treat. Then off to the monorail, the Minnesota Trail (no rhyming intended but that is a FUN activity for Noah these days so maybe it was intended), the Tropics Trail. A drive through AV to show Noah where Dad grew up. Then shopping for party supplies, dinner at LeeAnn Chin, ice cream at Coldstone, and airplane watching on that infamous road, in that infamous parking lot, on Post Rd. Noah LOVES to go there and seriously could sit for HOURS!!!!!! He and his Dad identify airplanes and I swear Noah really does know them all! His favorite is the Double Decker and is insistent that he rides on one some day.

All in all I would say turning 5 went well!!!

Not predicting his future by any means. I actually have NO idea what he will grow up to be. I am sure there are parents out there that have this insane connection to their kids and just know what he/she will be one day. Well I have the insane connection. But I have NO idea what he will grow up to be and I am not going to pretend that I do! So I say to him (I got this metaphor from an e-mail that a dear friend forwarded to me, so I can not take the credit but I am going to use it and fulfill it!) live the DASH (the line between the BIRTHdate and the end date), live it Noah! You fill that dash with what makes your heart and soul happy. Always be true to yourself. Always be kind. Always laugh. Always love, love, love. Always have faith, never walk a day without God by your side. Have fun! Be smart. Be spontaneous. Be caring, considerate, thoughtful of yourself and others. Be generous. Be You!!!

I love you. I love you. I love you. I loved you when you were just a dream. I loved you when you were in my belly. And I have loved you every day since. I have always loved you and no matter what I will always love you buddy! You are the "little man" in my life!

Enjoy 5!!!
How Sweet It Is!

A Mom's Thoughts The Night Before A 5th Birthday

It is the Eve of Noah Henry's 5th Birthday. How did this happen? I know it is so cliche to say "it seems like only yesterday" but I am going to use it. It only seems like yesterday that the 2nd best day of my life occurred (for those of you who know me well you all know what first best day was, Peter wasn't here yet so not that, he was the 3rd best day of my life)! Noah was born. What an amazing time in my life that was!!! How amazing my life has become because of him!!


I decided to do a little reflection on his life. So here it goes.......

0-12 Months:
*Happy Birthday Noah
*Summer of 2004 Noah camps several times and LOVES it!
*Noah learns to roll over
*Noah goes to daycare
*Noah learns to sit up
*First of several ear infections
*Noah starts getting teeth
*Noah has his first Holidays-4th of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years Eve
*Noah learns to crawl
*Noah takes his first ECFE class
*Noah takes a bottle
*Noah starts swimming lessons
*Noah is the smiliest baby in the world
*Noah learns to walk
*Noah has an AWESOME first year!

12-24 Months:

*Happy First Birthday Noah-Frogs were the theme
*BIG Birthday Bash and a day at the Minnesota Zoo
*Noah sits forward facing in the carseat
*Noah loves his backyard sandbox and going to the park
*Noah has many playdays with Elise, Jack and Mallory!
*Noah et. al. buy a camper and enjoy camping in a whole new way!!
*Noah goes on his first train ride!
*Noah starts to enjoy the library
*Noah takes his first airplane ride to Maryland and Washington DC!
*Noah enjoys Music In the Park in smalltown USA
*Noah starts to talk in full sentences and never turns back.....
*Noah learns to run, climb, and just be damn busy
*Noah is still SMILEY!!!!
*Noah says "ight, nuit nacks, and many other funny words!
*Noah flies to Arizona with Mom and Gma Daun

24-36 Months:

*Happy 2nd Birthday Noah-Elmo was the theme
*Big Birthday Bash and trip to the Zoo
*Moves to new house
*Noah goes to Disney World, Sea World and plays in the Ocean!
*Noah gets his first bike
*Noah loves parades
*Noah loves to watch trucks on Main Street and all the traffic
*Noah LOVES the park and we start naming them by the color of their play equipment!
*Noah learns to love hiking and the North Shore
*Noah loves to play outside-any season-any weather
*Noah et. al. move to new house (when do we stop calling it that?)
*Noah LOVES new house!

36-48 Months:

*Happy 3rd Birthday Noah-Bob the Builder was the Theme
*This was Noah's BEST Birthday Party EVER-when we sang to him he just stood up on his chair and grinned like you wouldn't believe and held his hands together, looking out at his family and friends and was truly filled with so much joy, the pictures do not even capture how he felt and how we felt.....amazing!
*Noah decides "I want to wear big boy underware and no more pull-ups" the prize was a blue telescope and an excavator!
*Noah goes to South Carolina and Georgia-BEST vacation EVER!
*Noah starst pre-school
*Noah has fascination, well more of an obsession, maybe a love for Fire Trucks and Tractors!
*Noah meets Bob the Builder at the Children's Museum!

48-60 Months:

*Happy 4th Birthday Noah-Fire Trucks was the theme
*Noah learns to ride his bike without training wheels
*Noah learns to scooter on a razor scooter
*Noah goes to preschool again!
*Noah becomes a big brother (and LOVES it!)
*Noah learns to ice skate and now really wants to play hockey!
*Noah prepares for kindergarten!!!

So just some of teh high lights!!! Noah is the BEST!!! He rocks!

Read More Tomorrow...he will officially be 5!!! The house is decorated and waiting for him to wake up in the morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



How Sweet It Is!!!!!!!!

Could The Day Have Been Any Worse? (4/27)

It was a "normal" Monday. The boys and I woke up. Peter took a bottle, I got him dressed, we came in and woke up Noah, Noah amazingly got ready without too much prompting/yelling/asking whatever we are calling it today. I got ready and for the most part they let me. Then we moved on to breakfast and I had to rush it a little as our plan was to go to the store and order birthday cake for Saturday. Well said plan went SOUTH!!!! And I mean seriously south! Noah did not want to eat his cereal fast or drink his juice in any manner related to "fast". I redirect/yelled/calmly asked him to eat/set the timer, pulled out all the stops. Well all they did was stop him from rushing and he moved into turtle speed. Eventually he finished and we made our way to the entrway. I now wish there was another room in our house that we could all get ready to exit the house from. I HATE, and I mean hate, the entryway. All bad things happen here!!!

What happened here. Well Noah was about as good as could be expected for a 4 year and 363 day year old! He eventually got his coat on, gloves on, and shoes. Then I come down the stairs and get Peter's coat on and then bring 2 things to the van and then it happened. The "worse" part. He pukes. He pukes on my pants, shoes, himself, the floor, the bench, it goes evrywhere. I ask WHY?!?!!!!!!!?!!?!? What have I done today to deserve this?!!?!?!?!? I would say that I have done nothing, but I am sure others would have a little something more to say. So I have the tantrum this AM, not Noah, and Peter, well his tummy felt much better so he was all smiles. I instantly start to cry and just sit there not knowing what to do. We were to leave early and go order Noah's birthday cake, balloons and pick out birthday treats and now this is not going to happen! Clean up mess.

Finally we leave and I bring them to daycare. Some reprieve right?

Peter has been sick so all day I think about him. Daycare had mentioned other kids having this "bacterial junk" including her so it is on my mind all day at work. Finally I call the Dr. and they call me back at 1:40 saying I should bring him in and they had a 2:30 cancellation. I work 20 minutes away from where we live, getting kids out of daycare in a timely fashion could be and should be considered an award winning achievement (but it is not) and so the race is on. I leave and I get there and we get to the Dr.

At the Dr. we run into Noah's friend and his Mom, nice to visit with another adult and a Mom no less! We get in and Peter weighs 18.8 (good job PT!). Oxygen saturation in blood is 98% (not a medical mind at all but I am told this is good), check lungs, good, check throat, good, check left ear, not so good, check right ear, really not so good. Notes made in computer and I am off to pick up Peter's first anitibiotic as he has a double ear infection. YIKES! This whole experience is only made better by Noah who is all over the place today and usually is not. On things, under things, pushing things, talking back, you name it and he tried it!

Off to Target to pick up the prescription. All hell broke loose on the way there and the crying/screaming/no Mommy/you suck ass Mommy etc. etc. ensued for the next 25 minutes. On the way there, in the bathroom, walking to the pharmacy, stopping in a back aisle on the way to pharmacy, at the pharmacy and on the way out. Noah has NEVER done this and I did not know what to do nor did I have one of my finer parenting moments. I bet the judges would have given -10 on my reaction to described behavior. I know what I should have done but I threw all skills out the window, everything I have read or even been told, yep, was not going to listen, maybe Noah gets this from me!?!?!?!?!?!? I was so glad to get the hell out of Target!

THANKFULLY home was better. Noah and I made our apologies. Medication given to Peter, nap for him, fun-filled evening for Noah (b-day celebration starts) and here we are.

Hoping today is just a little better. Setting the bar low so my expectations are not squashed!

How Sweet It Is! :)

Brotherly LOVE!!!!!

So who would have thought that Noah and Peter would LOVE, I mean truly LOVE each other as much as they do? Noah was just shy of 4 1/2 and when Peter was born and he has been smitten with him ever since. Actually his "smittenness" happened long before his birth. About one month prior to knowing I was pregnant I walked into Noah's room and he told me he had been "talkin to God" and " he said we are getting our baby", lo and behold, pregnant the next month. Then on August 16 when Noah came to the hospital to meet his brother he said "Mommy we never had a baby before, this is the best day ever"! Seriously!!!!

Sometimes I just watch them, in amazement, because they are just so happy being together. Rarely is Noah annoyed or bothered by Peter, he just wants to be with him and hug him, kiss him, love him, wrestly with him, help him do anything. And Noah is SUCH a trooper, if I ask him to do anything related to his brother, he will. His favorite activity is launching the dirty diapers down the stairs and then hauling it out to the trash! I think it is the whole idea of throwing something in the house that got him sucked into this "job". He gets really excited about "poopin in the tub", because yes, it happened again (this kid is unbelievable!). Noah doesn't freak out as much anymore about the poop in the tub, so maybe that is good?!!?!?!?!?

Sometimes they just smile at each other. Other times they play. Noah said that "this age is the best because Peter can play with me Mom"!! Noah is LOVING all the new toys at our house, since Peter is bigger and can sit up there are a few new things around (Noahs old toys) and he just LOVES to play with them!! Noah is also very excited whenever Peter does anything "new" or for the "first time". So sweet!

Sometimes just watching them be together as made every second of this all worth while. I hope to nurture and help maintain what it is that they have. I hope it NEVER ends!!! Probably changes, but never ends.

How Sweet It Is!!!

Why R They So Messy?

Whether they are big or small they are just plain messy! They are born messy and probably leave messy. I am talking about boys! I don't care if they are just sitting in the car, playing, reading, and by God they are even dirty in the tub!!

Take today. I send Noah into the bathroom after eating. Eating was a mess. Milk, cheese stick, angel hair pasta (the pasta roni version), and a hot dog (no ketchup, mustard or bun). We decide the cheese stick should be strung into pieces and then slide it in and out of our mouth until it becomes soft and ishy, then eat it. The hot dog has to have its skin tore off as we must each part separately. The angel hair must be slurped and the milk spilled. This is just from Noah. Dinner for Peter was baby cereal mixed with baby green beans and some small pieces of hot dog (have to try meat, if that is what u can call it, at some point, the boy needs his protein!). The bean/cereal mixture goes in and part comes out, mostly in, but still messy, the hot dog pieces did make it down the throat but a huge sneeze brought some back up along with snot. Not sure if that was on his menu but he didn't seem to mind!

Then on to dessert for Noah. Must eat the cookie while spinning around on the stool at the island in the kitchen (I often tell him to face the table and I am reminded often that "it is not a table Mom"). Crumbs and chocolate everywhere. Done with the cookies as we sent 6 across the street so I no longer have to deal with their mess (at least not until we make another batch).

Then Noah's version of "washing up". The dirt, food, etc. for sure comes off of him but I am never quite sure how the hell it ends up on the counter, the faucet, inside the sink, the mirror, everywhere but down the drain.

Then Peter. He is such a beautiful baby. But he is so urpy!!! So his cute outfit and cute self became covered in the half digested version of his dinner. Was not appealing the first time and is DEFINITELY not appealing the second time. In all seriousness he is just rank. But I still love him, and kiss him, and hug him, and gag! :)

We end the dirty day in the tub. One would think this is the clean zone. Oh no. Wash dirty boys and then the cute little sweet innocent one does the whole "poopin in the tub" AGAIN. Why I ask?!!?!?!? Noah never did it this much. Maybe cold baths would harden the shit and therefore it would not exit in the tub!

Now they are all clean. Dry. Lotioned. PJ'ed and tucked into bed and preparing for another messy day ahead!

How Sweet It Is!!!

All Things Wheels!!

Boys absolutely LOVE them!!!

Who would have known that Noah would learn to rollerblade at only 4 1/2 years of age? It was a surprise. He was at a friends house and I picked him up and saw that he had rollerblades on his feet and that he could stand up and actually move with them on his feet. All winter he practiced in the basement and this Spring he got a new pair from Gma Cathy and Jeff and he is FANTASTIC on those wheels!!!!

Last summer he mastered the bike without training wheels. I was the WORST teacher and realized that threatening his little life and the life of his bike was NOT effective and that another approach would work better. Now he can start on his own (almost every time) and has mastered the art of breaking while going down a big hill! I LOVE to bike with him!!!!!

Then there is the scooter. When he turned there was the 3 wheeled scooter, not so much his favorite, tried a 2 wheeled one that belonged to someone else and by his 4th birthday had his own. This Spring he learned that there is a break on the back wheel and now can zip around (with helmet on) and apply the break as needed, he is AMAZING!

We then could go on to all the toys that have wheels. It is just all about wheels!

Peter enjoys all things wheels as well. He LOVES to ride in the "burley" (couldn't really afford a "real" one so we have a fake) and now loves riding in his little stroller/car, he loves to stare at the wheels!!! Seriously who knew.

So this Spring and Summer I better get my butt in gear and enjoy riding my bike, pulling the burley, and getting back into rollerblades!!!!

The Wheels Go Round and Round!!!

How sweet it is!

"Peter, PT, Petes"

He is my baby. He is perfect. He is beautiful. He is sweet. He is well tempered. He is my baby.

Most of the funny things in my house happen with the just shy of 5 year old (7 days but no one is counting). However, I thought Peter deserved a little of the attention as well.

Today he waved. Indescribable feeling to have your baby wave at you. He was as amazed as I was. He looked at his hand with as much disbelief as I did. So I waved at him and said "Hi Peter" (about a hundred times) until he waved again and we both smiled from here to the next town (that would be Cosmos, yes I live near a place called Cosmos and also to the East is a place called Plato, but since I am only blogging about my kids I can't say anything else). His little arms are finally getting pudgy so when he waved there was a little crease left behind.

Today he also stood on his own two feet for about a minute. Then he proceeded to fall against the swingset and cry.

Yesterday he rolled off the changing table because I walked away. I heard a loud thunk and ran the short distance to his room and found him flat on his back, no blood, no swelling, no obvious injuries. I felt terrible and cried. Noah says "it was Peters fault he rolled and shouldn't have" then I said it was my fault and he said no "i should have stood by him", I again said it was my fault and now he will tell everyone that Peter rolled off his changing table and it was all mommy's fault! Isn't that nice of him?!!?!?!?

Peter is also very fascinated by shadows. He sees one and nothing else around him matters. he would probably stare at one for hours.

He can rock a rocking chair and he finds this very funny!

He loves to swing and bounce and wriggle and squirm and maybe I should call him houdini?!?!!?

Peter also LOVES, I mean, REALLY LOVES his brother. If there were 100 people in a room he would look and look until he found his Big Brother Noah and then he gives him the BIGGEST most genuine smile that says "I love you and only you bro", I had NO idea the connection they would have. I am not certain whether or not I had anything to do with their bond. I truly believe it is something beyond me and I hope it NEVER ends!!! I am sure it will have it's ups and downs but in the end it will be true!

Peter is perfect. He is filling out, a little pudgy, but not too pudgy, he has a beautiful complexion, the biggest brown eyes, and the softest brown hair I have ever felt. His cheeks. HIs cheeks are just big enough that you could squeeze but since he is sitll so small I refrain. He is already funny, has a great little laugh, perfect little feet, and the best dameanor. He is so relaxed, busy, but not much gets to him. I hope he stays this way. That older brother is a GREAT kid as well but he has my dameanor, we wear our emotions on our sleeve, it is good, you always know what we are thinking, but it is exhausting as well.

So overall. I love my Peter, PT, Petes!!! I really really love him. I love all of him!

How sweet it is!!

"Poopin in the tub"

We had to take baths tonight. I took the boys to McD's to fill them up and wear them out so I could then take them on a Target run and get in and out of Target without being noticed. The playland at McD's requires a bath. I am no germaphobic, by all means, some germs are good for the little ones but the playland, not so good. So we had to take a bath.

I realize "it" happens. However, it only happened one time with Noah. The poop was hard, floated to the surface, easy to clean up, and he was alone in the tub and already bathed.

Now enters 2nd child, Peter. He and his brother LOVE to take baths together and now "poopin in the tub" has happened two times.

The first time, not so much a big deal, fairly easy to clean up, they were already clean and I just yanked them out, dried them off and cleaned the tub and toys.

Now tonight, it was not a floater. Infact it quickly dissolved in the water and made Noah want to run for the hills. It was multi colored, mushy, all over everything and they were not bathed yet. So I yanked them out of the tub, sat them there, pulled out the toys, washed the toys, washed the tub and then had to fill it again and start over. This time though there was NO playing, I just got down to business and got them out!

Why does this happen? I don't really like baths so only take them if I have to and I don't often find a time I "have to". So what is it? Do baths relax the lower region to the point where "poopin" then occurs? I find it gross. One more reason I don't like taking baths, why take the risk?

Now I assume they will still bath together and since Peter is only 8 months there is no telling how many times he will poop in a day and one can not plan a bath around that level of inconsistency. What is a Mom to do? Right before he went in the tub he had already taken care of the "poopin", I foolishly thought the coast was clear and it was safe to take a bath, I guess Noah will NEVER be safe!!!

How sweet it is!!! :)

"Noah did you hear what Mom said?"

I wonder how many times I will say this in my life time. Yesterday alone I believe I said it about 50 and I am not kidding. It usually starts in the morning with getting our pajamas off, clothes on, using the bathroom, brushing our teeth, eating breakfast. Then it progresses to the entryway of our home where shoe, jacket, hat, glove placement occurs and seriously I believe we have spent half of Noah's life time in that small space alone (should have had that made bigger!). Then to the van, then the same shit happens whether we are going to daycare, preschool or ECFE. "Noah, what did Mom ask you to do", "Noah put on your clothes, Mom doesn't need to see your buttwhole so please put on your underwear" "Noah put on your shoes" (imagine this repeated abotu 15 times in under 5 minutes, wouldn't you think he would just put the damn things on? I mean seriously. I know he loves me but he probably can't stand to hear my voice repeat the same thing over and over and over and over?!?!?!!?!? I remind him that in the preceeding 12 months we had his hearing checked 3 times (2 doctor appointments and an early childhood screening), the kid could hear a pin drop in Africa (I don't say this because then he would make me tell him all I don't know about Africa and when I say I don't know he will tell me to google it Mom "google knows everything"!). I then try to stay calm and just say that I know he can hear, I know he can do said task and to just do it!!

Is this a game they play on purpose? Is it meant to drive me nuts or is it building some character trait that will get him far in life? I guess I don't really care what the answer to this question is I just want him to do what I ask the first time. I use my please, thank you, I try and stay calm, I try not to yell (although one time I was thankful it was Winter and no windows were open!).

Then there is Peter, 8 months old, and he just watches in pure amazement with a smile on his face. I wonder what he thinks of the daily interactions between his Mom and Brother? To pry open that sweet little brain..........

Another daily event in My Life As Mom. How sweet it is and I wouldn't trade it for anything!

I was inspired to blog.....

So it is a Sunday night and I am taking the plunge. I think that I can be witty, entertaining, maybe have a few fun things to say, so why not put it out here? I reconnected, only via the WWW, with a woman I went to High School with and she blogs. Her blogs CRACK me up and I really wish I knew her in person again. I bet we would be better friends than we were 17 years ago. She is funny, smart, lives in the burbs, seems to have her shit together, overall I just like her. So I read her blog and there are times it makes me laugh. Most times I realize that I should have on my depends because I laugh so hard!!

So begins My Life As Mom....Just this weekend alone I got "Mom I accidentally peed in your garbage can", seriously this is what my son said to me. Now said son is 2 weeks from turning 5, he is smart as a whip, funny, very energetic, very emotional, and I am learning there is a sneaky side! So I asked him how this incident "accidentally" happened, you would have had to take off the lid of the garbage can that sits next to the toilet and his response was "no I just pushed in the little door", I proceeded to tell him that did not count as "accidentally", he proceeded to cry, and then I laughed my ass off after I sent him to his room. The emotional side of him then snuck its way out and remorse set in which I quickly diverted with something he is interested in. Then that night I made a notation in his baby book as this is one I did not want to forget!!!!