Why?

Why do the kids ask me for something as soon I sit down? 

Why do I bother cleaning up the puppy’s toys when I know she’s going to drag them right back out again? 

Why do I put away the kids toys when I know Bubby is going to drag them all over the playroom (At least I can shut the door!)?

Why does it rain on days where I want to get out of the house?

Why did the garbageman pick up the trash on Labor Day? Now I have a trash can full of trash because I thought they would come Tuesday.

Why is Sweet Pea obsessed with having cheese for a snack, EVERY DAY?

Why aren’t moms paid, in something besides awesome hugs, kisses, and laughs?

Why are my kids so cute when they play together?

Why can I never be caught up on laundry?

Why does my house get so dusty?

Why does Bubby’s hair grow in faster in the back than it does everywhere else?

Why won’t my yard grow grass instead of thousands of prickly weeds? I know why, but it still irritates me that we can’t enjoy our back yard. 

Why are the sniffles not going away for Sweet Pea?

Why does Sweet Pea ask me ten thousand questions, every day? Why does she repeat herself over and over till I want to scream?! (Oh that’s right, she is FOUR)

Why does Bubby squeal like a pig when he doesn’t get his way? (oh, yeah, he’s 2)

Why haven’t I blogged more?

 

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The Crazy Things that my children say..

I haven’t done this in forever. I’ve been trying to note my favorite sayings on my phone, because I want to keep it somewhere I can read when they are older. 🙂

A few weeks ago we were at a party where Sweet Pea informed me that “Doritos taste like fire.”

All righty then.

When we had Spartacus, we had Sweet Pea help us with his poop. Most of the time she would do it without saying anything, but one time she told me.. “But MOM, that’s not my favorite!!” And cleaning up poop is my favorite past time. Silly girl.

The kids and I went to Starbucks. I got them a water or juice, but Bubby wanted my coffee. I told him no, and then he says. “That’s mommy’s juice!” 🙂 Yes it is baby, mama needs her caffeine. haha

Sweet Pea informed Jason and I that she doesn’t like boys, “boys are gross, I only like dads”.

Can we keep it that way? We told her she can’t date till she is 35.

A couple of weeks ago we were preparing to go to the beach. I was taking my time cutting up strawberries and a pineapple to make a fruit bowl for the kids. Sweet Pea was not impressed. She told me I wasn’t doing it right, because my friend T, made her kids fruit kabobs. She informed me that I needed to buy sticks for the next time we went to the beach.

She is bossy, and I swear she gets that from her father.

 

 

 

 

HA! (She’s cursed, she gets it from both of us)

We were driving with the dog last week and Sweet Pea told us that the dog would like to listen to “Call Me Maybe”. This has been one of Sweet Pea’s favorite songs and asks for us to play it all the time. lol

Finally, this morning as I was getting them some cereal Sweet Pea asks me who makes the stove and refrigerator. Before I could answer her she said “I know! Elves make them, you know, the ones who make presents for kids. They make appliances then they put them in people’s homes while they are sleeping”. I have no idea where she gets her ideas. But they are super cute.

Like I’ve said before, things are rarely dull in our house. I’m sure Bubby will be coming up with his own soon. He’s is starting to talk our ears off, in a language we can understand.

Mommy bribed the kids with ice cream so she could get her grocery shopping done!

One of those days

I go upstairs to get ready for Sweet pea’s dance class and come downstairs to this mess.

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He is going to drive me to drink. The worst part is we are being attacked by ants and cereal was everywhere. So I did the best I could do before having to leave the house.

Came back to ants grabbing any crumb they could find.

At least the day ended with well. Lets hear a whoo-hoo for a cute pedicure with good friends. 🙂

Beware of Gummy Bears.

Gummy Bears soaked in vodka can be nasty things. Jason and I were invited to an 80’s party. Jason was in heaven since he loves the 80’s. After weeks of him contemplating what his costume would be, he decided on Boy George.

I went all out at the Thrift Store.

The night finally comes, our costumes look great, if I say so myself.

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Our friend, E, comes over, we take pictures and get to the party, nearly an hour late. Anyway, the hostess soaked some gummy bears in vodka and thank GOD I do not like gummy bears. Everyone who ate a good amount of them got sick. 😦

First it was our friend T. Jason had asked me to get his some beer at the store down the street. A couple of friends come with, I go home to grab something. We are almost back to the party when T loses it in one of the car seats. It was only 10pm!! It was totally unlike her. We get her settled and then get back to the party.

I look to find Jason and find him in the corner about to puke. *sigh* I asked him how bad it was and he said “I gotta go”. Boo. He ends up walking out the door while puking in his hat. Then in the bushes.

Fun.

So we load him up. I get him home and then decide to pick up the kids since Jason is home. I run to the baby-sitter’s house, who luckily lives in the same neighborhood. I take them back home. Put them on the couch with a movie and blankets while Jason is losing his dinner in the bathroom.

My friend, E, is still with me. We go back to the party in hopes to salvage some of the night. We get there and sit down and T’s husband starts feeling sickly. He kept telling us “I’m ready to go when you are”. He made it an hour before he had to go throw up.

So E and I end up leaving the party for good and hang out in the garage talking.

Have I mentioned how I hate puking?!

It was an “interesting” evening to say the least. And beware of gummy bears soaked in any alcohol. They are not your friends.

Why staying home is worth it. (Things my kid’s say and do #??)

I am incredibly fortunate that we can afford for me to stay at home with our children. Before giving birth to Sweet Pea I thought I would okay with possibly getting a job. Haha After she was born, it almost physically hurt to leave her. (Of course, now that they are both a little older, some grown-up time would be nice haha)

Anyway, I would miss so much stuff if I wasn’t home to enjoy it.

For example, an hour ago, Bubby grabbed a bowl from the cabinet, opened the pantry and grabbed some cereal. Then he proceeded to open up the cereal and pour it into his bowl (mostly successful in not spilling). He is a very determined little boy.

A couple of weeks ago we went to a local museum and walked through a cool tunnel lit up with neon stuff and black light. Sweet Pea grabs me hand and says “I am freaking.out!” She is 4 going on 15.

Sweet Pea also told me one day that she would like Santa to bring her a Pony. I’m sure that would be great for our yard that is not much bigger than a postage stamp. 😉

Bubby came up to me the other morning, grabbed my hair brush and started brushing my hair. After he was done he told me I looked pretty. (or pr-ee-y) Then said “hair out of eyes” and brushed my hair away from my face. He also tells me I look cute everytime I wear a skirt. ❤

We had to take the kids to the doctor a couple of weeks ago. They both had high fevers and were complaining that their throats hurt. So I told Sweet Pea where we were going, and she got upset, and said, “NO! I don’t want my belly cut!!” She was a little worried after my surgery and we had a long talk about it. Which ended up with her asking me where babies come from… that conversation will have to wait a few years. haha

Finally, here is a link to a video of Bubby’s versions of robot and motorcycle. (I don’t know how to embed videos without having to pay) It is worth it to click the link. He says “I’m done” when he realizes I am recording him.

Bubby’s version of Robot.

I have to get myself ready to take the kids to the movies… it should be interesting with Bubby.

I’ll take care of you… unless

Unless you vomit.

If someone is bleeding, bring it on. I want to get a look at the injury. I’m fascinated with that stuff, one of the reasons I wanted to go in the medical field. The only time I get worried is when it involves my children, so please kids, don’t bleed. (Mommy doesn’t want to check out a wound to see if I can see your muscle or bone.)

If you vomit, I will not rub your back. (Unless maybe your my child.)

I will not clean your vomit from any surface.

I will run far, far away to avoid the smell and sound. If I can’t run, I will probably squeeze my eyes shut, sing really loud and try to plug my nose and my ears at the same time. And possibly be crying.

I HATE vomiting. Well, maybe, not hate it. I have an irrational fear of starting to puke and never stopping.

I haven’t puked since I was December of 2002. That’s how much I hate puking. I remember that last time I puked. That’s sad, that I know when I puked last.

I have no idea how I made it through both of my pregnancies without puking. I was SO queasy and nauseous. Constantly. It was horrible with Sweet Pea. I’ve been seasick, yet I will lay down in the boat or my husband’s lap and tell myself, “you are a huge wimp. You are NOT going to puke right now. SUCK IT UP!”

I’ve been drunk, and still won’t puke. Actually, I’ve never drunk so much where I’ve felt nauseous..maybe it is that fear of puking that makes me hold back when I actually do drink more than a glass of wine?

I guess I would rather feel queasy for 2-3 hours, or more, than puke one time and feel 1000 times better.

I didn’t say it made sense.

Anyway.

There was a short and weird virus that hit our household last week. First Sweet Pea had it. She wouldn’t eat, but that’s not saying anything, eating has become a small battle in her house. Then I asked her if she wanted to play outside and she told me “NO!!”. That made my radar go off, check her forehead and she is burning up. She has a fever of 101. And that was the only symptom, besides being tired and grumpy.

Then, of course, a day later, Bubby starts acting off, I check his temperature, it’s 102! He is miserable. He seems to have been hit harder with it, all he wanted to do was lay on top of me.

That night, he puked upstairs. Thankfully, I was not around for this and Jason was the one who saw it. (he puts that kids to bed)

And to tell you the truth, I was scared to get in bed with my son. I was scared he was going to puke.

Which he did!!

He woke me up at 4am out of a sound sleep, he was gagging in his sleep. I immediately freak the heck out. I bounce out of bed, going, “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Help me. He’s going to puke.”

I am torn, should I stay with him and try to catch the puke? Get a towel, but will I make it back in time? What if he pukes in the bed?  Is he going to choke since he is still sleeping? At this point, I am almost crying for fear that I’m going to have to clean up puke. Not that my son feels bad, but because I have to clean up his puke.

*sigh* I am a horrible mother.

It wasn’t that bad though, I run to get a towel, I hear him gagging then swallow the puke down. (Holy Moly). I almost lost it.

What the heck am I going to do if a stomach virus hits this house? Well, I know what I would do.. I would go far, far away, and let Jason handle it. (Just kidding! Kind of.) But what if Jason isn’t home to help me. Does some mother instinct kick in to help the fear of puke?!

I honestly prayed that my kids would get the stomach of steel from me. That was one of my hopes when I was pregnant. I’m dead serious. I don’t remember having stomach viruses, I know my sister did. I was the sickly one who kept getting strep and mono.. she would get a stomach virus once a year. I would rather have strep throat.

Please tell me I’m not the only mom out there who has this same fear.

And to my friends, family, acquaintances, if you ever have a stomach virus float through your home, know that I will not be visiting you and your home till I know it is safe.

P.S. If you hate vomiting too, don’t google “no puking symbol”. All I can see in my head are images of people puking. God help me.

Boo, hiss. BLAH.

I was so excited to go to my doctor’s appointment today to get the okay to do everything my little heart desired. I wanted to work out again, pick up my kids, move furniture.

He told me it will be another four weeks till I am completely healed.

I can ease into all that slowly, and I WILL, but I was hoping to start my kettlebell workout again, and that’s out for another couple of weeks. 

BOO.

I figured I’ll start by walking the neighborhood or something. I don’t know. I’ve gained 3lbs back, thanks to sitting on my butt and not sticking to healthy foods.

I’ve got a ball to attend in August, and I WILL look good. haha So back to the diet at least, and I’ll slowly work my way up back to working out 5-6 days a week.

At least I have the okay to scrub my house. Jason is a great father, and tidy-upper, but he is not good at cleaning. He makes sure the sink is empty and the counters are clean. But he didn’t vacuum (I couldn’t, it weighs 30 pounds, thank you Kirby), sweep (Thank God brooms aren’t heavy), or scrub anything. My house is nasty and it grosses me out.  Yay for moving furnitures and scrubbing cabinets.

 

My life is so exciting. 

 

The highlight of my day? Bubby telling me “Ooo wook pretty” or You look pretty. Heart. Melted. (Maybe I should get dressed out of sweats more often?!)