Days when being mommy sucks a fatty

I'm having one (or two?) of those days.

We started the day out okay, after 12 hours of sleep I would hope so (him, not me)

We headed out to Chuck E. Cheese...you know, where a kid can be a kid. Including mean kids who like to pick on other kids while roaming around the tunnels. I know this b/c some bully decided to punch and kick my kid while in there...who then came crying to us b/c come on people, he's not even 6. I'm pretty sure if I would have seen that kid, I may have been tempted to kick him myself. Yes, mature, I know...but nobody gets to mess with my kid but me!

Other then that...the trip to the big mouse place, decent. Came home...baby napped...life was good. I was a good wife and told hubby to go ahead and play cards with the boys. No biggie.

7:50 rolls around...10 minutes till bedtime.
8PM Meltdown. He doesn't want to pick his toys up. We explained to him earlier, after a whirlwind cleaning spree that if he doesn't pick his toys up out of the living room at the end of the night, or when we ask, they'll get thrown away. We're sick of tripping over his crap...we have enough of our own crap to trip over thankyouverymuch.
So...after much screaming and attitude that should not come from the mouth of a child under 13 years old...Introducing Whippy Stick


Yes, those are glue sticks
Yes, I use them
Yes, it hurts

No judging, please. I'm done...I'm tired and I'm done having my 5 year old talk to me like he's 13...lord help me when he actually is 13.

So yes, I spanked him with the whippy stick...and yes, I felt horrible when he was crying and telling me he'd be good...only to follow it up with "I DON'T WANT TO" and "It won't even hurt" Hands on hips, head cocked to the side with a look of sheer defiance.*

Am.not.kidding.

So...after throwing 3 cars in the trash b/c he refused to pick them up like I asked and after many many chances and warnings of 'you don't talk to mommy like that'....he's now in bed and I am going to enjoy the peaceful downstairs and catch up on my DVR...b/c I get to go shopping with both boys and my mother tomorrow.

The fun just doesn't end.

Jealous yet?

*yes, I realize he probably gets this from me and my damn red hair.

Where did my sweet boy go?

Once upon a time there was this sweet, polite almost shy little boy...and then he learned to talk.

And as if that wasn't bad enough, he just kept getting older and learned more and more words and phrases that make mommy want to lock him in his room...or cry. (like Mommy, I don't like you)

I came home from shopping with my cousin and the still quiet one only to find out the big one was napping. After 2 nights with Grandma No Rules I'm sure he needed it.

He got up and graced us with his presence around 5:45, I showed him the super cool Hulk PJ's I bought him, he cuddled...life was grand.

And then, he woke up.

I told him we'd hit the red box and let him pick a movie to watch tonight. Once he finally got his shoes, socks and coat on...we were walking out the door. He wanted to take Bumblebee (Transformers for those of you who are not boy toy savvy) I said no b/c we were going 2 mins down the road and he wouldn't take it in the store anyway.
Wrong answer.
Freak out.

Finally get to the car and ask him to get buckled. Another freak out...he wants his seat. Which is in the jeep, in the garage. It's dark, it's cold...the garage is creepy. Just get in the car, it's fine. He's borderline big enough to be able to ride without it anyway.
Wrong answer again
More freak out.

Mommy turns the car off and goes inside, he follows...more screaming ensues.

Seriously. WTF!?

After a time out in his room and a nice long chat about why we're not going to the store...he's in the bath tub and I'm going to enjoy Sierra Mist with Cranberry and Malibu. Maybe it won't be such a bad night after all.

Horoscope

This was my horoscope the other day, and it could not be more true!


You may have had recent opportunities mixed with the instability of unexpected setbacks or delays. Now you are being offered one last chance to make a powerful statement by building a business that can carry you into the future. Fear can temporarily paralyze you and increase your worries until they overwhelm you. Just do the best you can and then let it go for the best possible results.

If you remember this post, you'll have some idea as to why that is so fitting.

I guess it is safe to officially announce that I am quitting my job. My last day of working for the devil will be December 23rd. I've accepted the position of business manager for 831 Photogrpahy. I am excited and nervous and couldn't be happier about the decision. Steph was in the room with us when Ian was born and took some of the most amazing pictures I have ever seen. Seriously...Check out my posts from June if you don't believe me.

We went to dinner with Steph and Shan over the weekend and it was so much fun. They are two very sweet and very down to earth people. Plus, they're a little spunky, which we like.

I've given my notice at work and while I can not wait to leave...it's odd to think that someone else will be doing my job. I mean, I created that job...I was the first one hired when we started doing cable over 2 years ago. It's not rocket science by any stretch of the imagination, but I have a hard time letting go...no matter how much I want to.

Typical in my house

Me: I'm not sure if I should try to sleep in bed tonight (I've been sleeping downstairs with Ian the past 2 nights b/c of his cough)

Hubby: Depends if you are going to be naked

Me: what? *laughing*

Hubby: if you're not going to be naked you can just leave the bed to me

The pee-pee conversation

So while I was gone over the weekend Jared and Aiden got in some serious bonding time. They hung out and played video games, watched movies, went the the Science/History museum, did some manly shopping at Lowes and Home Depot (my mom had the baby). Fun times.

So Jared tells me that he tried to have the 'touching your pee-pee' conversation with Aiden, I figured he was talking about the fact that Aiden likes to grab himself, all.the.time. Seriously, I didn't realize it started this early.

Nope, Jared sat down and tried to have a serious father son talk about how Aiden shouldn't let anyone touch his pee-pee (that word is really annoying, thank you daddy) and nobody should try to get you to touch theirs. Now, we've had the 'privates' talk with Aiden before but he's always been too young to really 'get it'. He would just go back to playing cars and surely forgot about it 30 seconds later.
So Jared is feeling pretty good as Aiden is listening and after they carry on with a discussion of more pressing matters...like exactly how does the Hulk bust out of his clothes. 5 minutes later Aiden comes over to Jared, completely confused and says "Daddy, why would someone want to touch my pee-pee?"

Yea, Jared wasn't prepared for questions. Seriously? Not prepared, he's almost 6 and questions why the sky is blue...and you weren't prepared?! He tried to play it off by telling him some people are just sick. Yea, great explanation daddy. Now he's going to be paranoid when the old man at the grocery store coughs he's going to want to touch his pee-pee!

Then tonight, Aiden is getting in the bath tub and I'm getting the water ready and he's covering himself. I'm thinking 'oh great, here we go'. No, he wasn't embarrassed, he proceeds to say:
"Mommy, my pee-pee is so big. When I grab it like this (cupping his whole 'area') it feels so big"

OMG, seriously!??!?! I just told him to get in the tub.

These are the joys of little boys...I'm going to drink myself through puberty I think.

I can't believe I forgot to post these

I torture my infant son and forget to blog about it? Bad mommy and bad blogger!

Okay, so I saw all these adorable pictures of babies sitting inside of pumpkins with their toothless grins and thought I simply must do this. I mean, seriously, what could be cuter, right?!

I started by hunting down a pumpkin my little guy would fit in, surprisingly enough we found one at our first stop, SCORE!!
We ended up doing it at my parents house, Aiden helped with the cleaning process.

It was already dark so I decided to do a trial run inside, just to see how he'd do. My dad insisted on putting a bag inside the pumpkin so he wouldn't get covered in pumpkin guts. Ian had other plans, he refused to sit down and was completely confused by the whole situation.



Well of course I couldn't let it go at that, I mean I was going to get that picture of my baby sitting happily inside a gutted pumpkin. So, before heading out for trick or treat, I deemed it necessary to torment my son some more. This time, I cut leg holes, giving him no choice but to sit down. My mother was horrified, insisting he was freezing (he wasn't) and that I needed to take him inside ASAP (I didn't)



Hmm...no smiling going on...lets keep trying. Aiden, help me out!



Ah well. Maybe next year?! hehehe

as an added bonus, here is Aiden and Ian all dressed up:

Good things

Good things on the horizon...changes.

Normally, I avoid change...I like things to stay the way the are, the way I am comfortable. The problem is, I haven't been comfortable. I've just been treading water, trying to figure out where I was going and what I was going to do.

An opportunity presented it's self yesterday...and I think I'm going to take the leap...and do it. I guess it's not earth shattering or life changing...but it's change for me. It's new and exciting....and it just plain kicks ass.

More to come later...once I figure out the details.

Regardless, I'm happy and excited about something for ME and that's a nice feeling.

Am NOT a Rock Star!

I turned 28 on Wednesday. Yippie, right?

Well Saturday was my birthday celebration. We started out with Mexican and Margaritas. Did someone mention weight watchers? Yea...let's not talk about that.




After 3 margaritas and a plate of enchiladas, all of which were heavenly, we headed over to shoot some pool. Okay, the boys played pool the girls drank and talked...and drank some more. Some of the memorable moments of the night:

Jared and Rick's "bro-mance"


Karol saying "I'm tired, I'm going home and going to sleep...I hope he knows that"


The never ending picture



Shots...and more shots


Karol telling us all to burn in hell at one point or another...for a number of reason, one being when I asked if she wanted me to take my shoes off so I'd be as short as her...b/c you know, I'm SO much taller. *cough cough*



Katie...being Katie!


All in all it was a fun night...even when I couldn't get in the car. Literally. Could.not.get.in. My mind and my body were not in sync and it wasn't helping that I was laughing uncontrollably.


Am.Not.A.Rock.Star



The whole ride home I kept saying I could only see straight if I closed one eye. Thank god for a DD.
I came home to a spinning head but every time Jared had the nerve to suggest I just go hurl and get it over with, I told him to hush and not even say the word.
Needless to say, I did end up praying to the porcelain god and I think I may have passed out,in the bathroom, leaning against the toilet at some point. Good think Jared isn't as evil as I am b/c I totally would have taken pics if it were him.

I will mention the reason my husband rocks now...when the room stopped spinning enough for me to get up, there was water, sprite and 3 advil waiting for me on the sink...and my side of the bed was ready for me to just crawl under the blankets and pass out. No, he didn't hold my hair, but seriously, I didn't want anyone near me at that point.
I also got french toast for breakfast...in bed...at noon.

It was fabulous...minus the headache b/c I didn't listen and actually take the advil like a good girl. The idea of putting anything in my stomach my head spin again.

Another game of TAG

My friend and former wedding officiant extraordinaire, Charity tagged me and I figured I'd better get around to doing it. The game is to list 7 random things about myself. Really? Only 7? Okay, here goes

1. I am obsessed with running my fingers through my hair when it's straight. Which is probably why it ends up looking greasy after a day. I just can't help it.

2. I love sleep and sleeping in but can rarely do it.

3. I could watch reruns of the original 90210 all.day.long and never get bored

4. I know every line to Dirty Dancing and yet have to watch it every time it's on tv.

5. I used to be addicted to the SIMS and probably still would be if my computer would run SIMS 2 properly

6. I want to chop my hair off, big time but would then be forced to straighten it everyday and I am too lazy for that.

7. I enjoy tormenting Ian...he rolls over from belly to back but then can't roll the other way, he gets mad and cries...and I laugh b/c it's 'cute'. :)

and I'm feeling lazy, so I'm not tagging anyone.

How to not lose weight

1. Eat sushi...lots of sushi
2. Dip in to your childs Halloween candy and shamelessly eat 7 snack size candy bars at once...b/c really? 1 simply is not enough.
3. Eat pizza for dinner.
4. Order a salad for lunch, with a side of garlic cheese bread...and finish it all off, by yourself.
5. Go home after eating that and pour yourself a drink, b/c after working all day on a Sunday and eating like crap...what's a few more calories?

Compliments

Am I the only one who can not take a compliment well?

I had a friend tell me I was looking skinny...instead of politely saying thank you, like a normal person, I stumble around and said 'oh, um...*laughs* thanks'...and then proceed to tell her all the not skinny things about me.

A guy at work told me I had nice teeth (yea, who says that?!) and another guy told me I was pretty...only this time I blush like I'm 12 years old and my brothers friends have finally noticed that I have boobs.

These are only a few examples.

What is wrong with me?!?!