Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Here's my spin:
When we decided to have kids, it wasn't because "Hey, it's what you do when you're married", or "Hey, it would be fun to be a mom". (Although it IS fun). We both knew it would be a lot of work. A job full of sacrifices...I'd love to be furthering my career right now, collecting money in a 401k, but it's more important to me to provide a stable home for my kids, and a loving place for my husband to come home to everynight. Thus, I digress.
I made the decision to have kids with John based on several factors. I knew what kind of dad he would be. He would be home every night, some nights later than others, but that's because he's working his ass off so I can stay home and provide said stable environment for our kids. I knew he would provide for us and do the best he can for us as a family and what is best in the LONG RUN. Sure, I've been called cheap, but my 3 kids already have college savings accounts (not that they'll need them since they are all geniuses and will get academic scholarships....I'm not holding my breath for athletic scholarships...).
Back to Brit. The media spin on her recent craziness is that she could have some post partum issues going on, and 2 kids 13 months apart is really too hard blah blah blah and wahhhhh wahhhh!!! UM HELLO AND WELCOME TO MY CLUB!!!
I don't have the luxury of a NANNY getting up all hours with the kids.
I don't have the luxury of MAIDS keeping my shit clean.
I don't have the luxury of a BOTTOMLESS BANK ACCOUNT.
I don't have the luxury of being blessed with good looks and talent and a size TWO waist
probaby thanks to the luxury of my PERSONAL TRAINER.
Yes, I get it. I know Post partem depression is a chemical imbalance etc.... But it seems as if we claim poor poor Brit is just a VICTIM, then it seems as if she will never have to claim responsibility and absorb all that comes with the JOB of PARENTING!!! Did she not think it was going to be like this?
It just goes to show that money can't buy you any more than what money can buy you. And at the end of the day, who really needs more "things"? Obviously, they're not making some people very happy anyway.
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Last week I called my mom and said "Listen to this mess". Nate was screaming, almost tantruming. She kept asking "What did you do to that poor baby??"
"Poor Baby my ass....all I did was pull his pants up." It went on for about 5 minutes and I was laughing (without him knowing) while my mom told me I should crack him one. Had it not been more traumatic therefore effective to just pull his pants up everytime he pulled them down, I may have considered a swipe on the bum as an option. Otherwise, it was just fun to play the "You keep pulling them down buster, and I'll just keep pulling them up anyways" game.
He's a funny kid, like I said. We're just in trouble when he figures it out that sometimes we are in fact laughing AT him, not WITH him....
Oh well. C'est la vie!
Friday, February 23, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Dressing up, as usual. Jack loves to dress up and be silly.
Anyone with kids knows that even though this isn't the greatest photo, it was simply painful to acquire. Painful.
Bride's bro Jeff and Me. He rocks.
Yes, we still got it...That "Fun" gene. STill in us, despite 3 kids and 6 years of marriage later, we're still cool to hang with. Rock on!!
At our finest.....
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
This gives new meaning to the phrase, eh?
Step 2: Find sippy cup in Laundry room on top of dryer (assume heat helps).
Step 3: Open lost sippy cup to find coagulated milk byproduct and notice there is no foul smell, Oddly enough. The cheese is consistent with what cream cheese looks like instead of cottage cheese.
Step 4: utter a faint..."hmmmmm" and wonder if this will work for science fair projects in the future.
So, when kids are answering "Tell people your name", "Be nice to them", "Introduce yourself to someone you don't know" Jack proudly raised his hand and told pastor "You could just trap them".
Maybe he does know what he's saying, since John calls churchs cults (too much religious ed in his childhood I think). Maybe we are all trapped every Sunday for an hour or so. Just something to think about.......
Saturday, February 10, 2007
What a good message it sends.... just let someone be who they are going to be, you can't protect them from hurts and disappointments. That is just life. A good movie for anyone, but especially anyone with daughters.
I loved the little girl in this flick, she's totally great. Now I know why I love those Indie movies so much. They have true artistic depth.
* My morning coffee. Even decaff.
*That my husband really doesn't drink pop anymore and asked me to stop buying him the light juice because it still has aspartame sweeteners in it. Did you know that soda literally sucks calcium out of your bones? And who knows what chemicals are in just a regular pop these days, not to mention the "diet" formulations. I'm proud of him for being so health conscious.
* That tomorrow is Sunday and I have my postnatal pampered pregnancy massage scheduled. My hospital rocks.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
For those of you who are not PT's, OT's, Speechies, or DT's prone position is how you put a baby down for "Tummy Time". It was actually very funny that she was on her belly, when another therapist (a Speechie checking out if Nate needs an eval) walked in and said, "You know it's a therapist's kid. She put her right on her belly." Yup, I'm a therapist and my kid has perfectly beautiful prone positioning.
On to Nate. I'm still debating whether or not to get him a speech eval. My good friend came in to do a quick check on him and in 5 minutes he didn't say a word to her. I went through his list of words for her, reassuring that I'm not the kind of mom who would want him to look better than her is. But I still forgot some. He's got: Mama, moma (trying to say Oma, but it counts as a word in the speech world), Doc (jack), Ka(sock), Hot, Are you (as in "Jack, where are you" when we drop him off at school), more, milk, please, car, car noises (Vroom), cookie, juice, hot dog (which really sounds like Hk dg, but again, still counts) and yesterday at dinner when I was singing Old MacDonald, he totally knew the sounds for cow, pig, duck, and rooster.
My instincts tell me he's okay, but he's an ear infection kid, and I don't want to over look anything. Also a part of me is hating myself for comparing him to his brother who was speaking in complete sentences at this point in his development. But of course I'd compare them, right? Jack's my baseline, but he's a pretty high standard setting baseline so I'll just have to consider the whole speech eval thing a bit longer.....
That is how Jack says licorice....LICK-A-LISH. It's really cute. So cute, sometimes I even beg him to play Candy Land with me so I can hear him say "I don't want to land on Lord Lickalish". And then when he does, he goes "Whaa Whaa Whaaaaa" Like on a game show. It makes Candyland fun again.
In this photo he was helping my grandmother and I bake cookies. Actually, he made more of a mess than anything, but he likes to be helpful in the kitchen. All weekend long he helped my mom cook. Thank goodness he has short hair and can't burn it off like I did when I was little trying to cook/playing with the stove. For the longest time everyone thought I was a boy...Oh, the trauma of Grade school.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
I respect your right to believe in God. I'm not sure of an existence of one, but if there were, I cannot believe that HE/SHE really gives a damn about American College Football, or whatever sport you'd like to insert.
Stop telling media audiences "God carried us thru it". I would hope that if there is a God, there are more important matters to attend to.
Like, you know, a pointless war overseas where our youth keeps getting shot down by Godless infidels.....
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Anyway, yesterday while I was at work, he did all the laundry (and even put it away), which includes stripping the beds (I do it every week due to asthma and allergies) and re-making the beds.
He also did our taxes and cleaned the kitchen.
What a guy!
(I have to add here that he only had 1 kid and not 3 as the boys stayed with my mom, and it's amazing what you can get done when you don't have to chase after them. How did we EVER think 1 was hard?)
Again...what a guy!