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Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Speechless Saturday
Friday, January 18, 2008
And the Worst Mom of the Year Award Goes to...
Okay, so this blog is supposed to be mainly about my weight-loss journey, with a few anecdotes of family life. These days it seems like the mom side of things is overtaking the weight-loss side (as well it should, I suppose.) Well, that's basically how my life is going right now. I am focussing more on my crazy home life and less on my weight loss. This isn't necessarily a bad thing. I am still sticking to WW completely, it's just that after a long day the main thing on my mind is what happened with my crazies rather than what I ate for dinner (I had a salad I threw together if you're wondering, in between picking children up off the floor after they fell off a chair trying to watch a movie at the counter and tickling contests amongst the flipped-over footstools & chairs that are the make-shift fort that is my living room.) See, there I go.
All that to say that this, once again will be a post dedicated to mommy-hood.
It was another exciting day here at the Crazy house. I almost feel guilty relaying this story, but isn't that what the world of blogging is for? It all began fairly normally. Breakfast was a little iffy. The twins wouldn't touch their food. One of them was just sitting there staring blankly. I tried to get him to take a bite (he's the good eater of the two and it was waffles after all, who doesn't like waffles??) and he started to gag. Well, come to find out, he had a little fever and wanted to lay on the couch. All day. Yay! That's fine with me! So, the twins were pretty low-key. That gave me a little time to work on some laundry and tidying up that desperately needed to be done. Biggest Brother has been bugging me since last night to go outside sledding, but with one sick, and one semi-sick I couldn't really leave them and take the other two out.
While waiting for another load to dry, I sat down for a few minutes to catch up on some of my reads. I was in the living room with the twins, and Big Brother & Baby were upstairs. Or so I thought. They had followed me up & down the stairs a few times while I was putting away laundry and from the distance of their voices, the only logical conclusion was they were upstairs, and playing nicely. Until Baby started screaming. "What did you do to him?!?" I yelled. Biggest brother comes running into the living room - with his shoes on (??) "Baby was IN the street and almost got hit by a car!!" Nothing is processing. Suddenly it hits me, as I bolt for the (OPEN) door. There is Baby, standing barefoot in the snow on the front porch, screaming.
Now, I didn't see or hear any car. And I'm thinking if Baby was actually in the street, and if there actually WAS a car, wouldn't someone STOP their car and look for the owners of said baby? I think so. So I'm guessing there was no car. But still. How scary, right?
All that to say that this, once again will be a post dedicated to mommy-hood.
It was another exciting day here at the Crazy house. I almost feel guilty relaying this story, but isn't that what the world of blogging is for? It all began fairly normally. Breakfast was a little iffy. The twins wouldn't touch their food. One of them was just sitting there staring blankly. I tried to get him to take a bite (he's the good eater of the two and it was waffles after all, who doesn't like waffles??) and he started to gag. Well, come to find out, he had a little fever and wanted to lay on the couch. All day. Yay! That's fine with me! So, the twins were pretty low-key. That gave me a little time to work on some laundry and tidying up that desperately needed to be done. Biggest Brother has been bugging me since last night to go outside sledding, but with one sick, and one semi-sick I couldn't really leave them and take the other two out.
While waiting for another load to dry, I sat down for a few minutes to catch up on some of my reads. I was in the living room with the twins, and Big Brother & Baby were upstairs. Or so I thought. They had followed me up & down the stairs a few times while I was putting away laundry and from the distance of their voices, the only logical conclusion was they were upstairs, and playing nicely. Until Baby started screaming. "What did you do to him?!?" I yelled. Biggest brother comes running into the living room - with his shoes on (??) "Baby was IN the street and almost got hit by a car!!" Nothing is processing. Suddenly it hits me, as I bolt for the (OPEN) door. There is Baby, standing barefoot in the snow on the front porch, screaming.
Now, I didn't see or hear any car. And I'm thinking if Baby was actually in the street, and if there actually WAS a car, wouldn't someone STOP their car and look for the owners of said baby? I think so. So I'm guessing there was no car. But still. How scary, right?
Thursday, January 17, 2008
I Do NOT Get Paid Enough for this Sh!t
Have you heard this before once or twice? Well, in an effort not to sound too much like Dr. Phil in reference to mommy-hood as a profession, I will simply replay the wonderful evening I had with my boys and you can judge what I should be paid for this.
Note: Husband is thousands of miles away for the weekendhanging out with his buddies for work.
I'm rolling around on the floor with my 3 youngest hoodlums after their baths (I know, eww, dirty floor, clean kids, but oh well.) Baby is tackling me, laughing hysterically. Twins are playing their Leapsters trying to avoid my tickle fingers. Dog is trying to join in the fun.
"Did someone poop?" I smell poop, I KNOW I smell poop (as only a mom of 4 toddlers knows the smell.)
Nooooo!! all three shiny-clean, innocent faces chime together.
"Owen, you pooped, didn't you?"
No. I dinnent poop!
"Yes you did, I can SMELL it." (yes, I know the difference between the SMELLS of their poops. This didn't smell familiar, which usually means it's Owen - you don't want to know...)
No. I dinnent. See! He kindly turns around and sticks his butt in my face. I take a niiiice deeep inhale. (again - only a mom!) Nothing.
Huh. Emmett? "Did you poop Emmett?" (Baby)
Yethhhh. I boop!! Another sniff... Nothing. Little Turkey. Collin??
"Did YOU poop?"
No answer.
I sniff him... Still nothing.
{Enter Dog.}
"Gross!!! Get away from us, you smell like poop!!!" I check her out. She does smell like poop, KID poop, but I see nothing on her. I shoo her away and continue playing.
After a while, I realize that the oldest hasn't come down from his nap yet and it's 7 o'clock. I'd better wake him up. I go up the stairs. Is that dumb dog following me?? Pew!
...And there it is... at the top of the stairs... a crumpled up pair of underwear smooshed into the floor, and a path of poo... all the way down the hallway from the bathroom... all over the bathroom floor leading to a pair of pants... all over the toilet.
"JAKE?!?!?!"
No answer.
I look in his room. He's not there. I walk back down the hallway, trying to sidestep around the brown streak on the floor, over the underwear into my room. There is my little angel. Sitting on my bed playing his Leapster.
"I was sleeping and I pooped in my sleep!" He says eyes wide, brimming with tears, not sure if he needs to full-on cry to make this more convincing...
He needs to go straight to the bathtub. I take him to mine, it's closer... I stop dead.
Poop.
All over the bathtub.
MY bathtub!
Thus began my loooong evening of scrubbing bathrooms and steam-cleaning carpets. This is AFTER a long day at work (which is actually a long BREAK from my real job!) The only plus side is, I HAD to earn some activity points lugging that huge carpet cleaner up and down 2 flights of stairs and up & down hallways (of course, I had to do a once-over of each of their rooms while I had it up there!) Not to mention all the loads of laundry created by this little fiasco. Now if I could just figure out where that URINE smell is coming from in the living room...
Good grief!! If they weren't so damn CUTE, I'd have to QUIT!
Note: Husband is thousands of miles away for the weekend
I'm rolling around on the floor with my 3 youngest hoodlums after their baths (I know, eww, dirty floor, clean kids, but oh well.) Baby is tackling me, laughing hysterically. Twins are playing their Leapsters trying to avoid my tickle fingers. Dog is trying to join in the fun.
"Did someone poop?" I smell poop, I KNOW I smell poop (as only a mom of 4 toddlers knows the smell.)
Nooooo!! all three shiny-clean, innocent faces chime together.
"Owen, you pooped, didn't you?"
No. I dinnent poop!
"Yes you did, I can SMELL it." (yes, I know the difference between the SMELLS of their poops. This didn't smell familiar, which usually means it's Owen - you don't want to know...)
No. I dinnent. See! He kindly turns around and sticks his butt in my face. I take a niiiice deeep inhale. (again - only a mom!) Nothing.
Huh. Emmett? "Did you poop Emmett?" (Baby)
Yethhhh. I boop!! Another sniff... Nothing. Little Turkey. Collin??
"Did YOU poop?"
No answer.
I sniff him... Still nothing.
{Enter Dog.}
"Gross!!! Get away from us, you smell like poop!!!" I check her out. She does smell like poop, KID poop, but I see nothing on her. I shoo her away and continue playing.
After a while, I realize that the oldest hasn't come down from his nap yet and it's 7 o'clock. I'd better wake him up. I go up the stairs. Is that dumb dog following me?? Pew!
...And there it is... at the top of the stairs... a crumpled up pair of underwear smooshed into the floor, and a path of poo... all the way down the hallway from the bathroom... all over the bathroom floor leading to a pair of pants... all over the toilet.
"JAKE?!?!?!"
No answer.
I look in his room. He's not there. I walk back down the hallway, trying to sidestep around the brown streak on the floor, over the underwear into my room. There is my little angel. Sitting on my bed playing his Leapster.
"I was sleeping and I pooped in my sleep!" He says eyes wide, brimming with tears, not sure if he needs to full-on cry to make this more convincing...
He needs to go straight to the bathtub. I take him to mine, it's closer... I stop dead.
Poop.
All over the bathtub.
MY bathtub!
Thus began my loooong evening of scrubbing bathrooms and steam-cleaning carpets. This is AFTER a long day at work (which is actually a long BREAK from my real job!) The only plus side is, I HAD to earn some activity points lugging that huge carpet cleaner up and down 2 flights of stairs and up & down hallways (of course, I had to do a once-over of each of their rooms while I had it up there!) Not to mention all the loads of laundry created by this little fiasco. Now if I could just figure out where that URINE smell is coming from in the living room...
Good grief!! If they weren't so damn CUTE, I'd have to QUIT!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Desperate Housewife
I'm having a "desperate housewife" day. Let me give you a little insight into it. My "mommy's helper" is sick today. She's also leaving in 2 days for 3 weeks. My husband is sleeping until noon at least because he was up late playing online poker, then watching HBO movies. Currently, one twin is running around the house with a tissue box being chased by the other twin who wants the tissue box. They are both screaming. The older brother is following them. Also screaming. He thinks he is the moderator. I finally intervened. I gave each of them a soda box (you know, the fridge box for soda cans.) Now they're all happy. Is there a shortage of toys in this house, you ask? I can't take a step without tripping over a car, ball, or puzzle piece.
It has quieted down a bit (the puzzle pieces distracted them for a while) so I have a few seconds to think. I don't think I should have a second to think. I should not be left alone with my thoughts on a day like this. I should get up and get the kids outside to the pool. Maybe I'll set an appointment at the gym nursery so I can work out tomorrow. They're a bit snotty lately, though, so the nursery probably won't accept them. Don't think it's worth it. Well, if the nanny shows up tomorrow, I could go by myself. I really need to get on a workout program. My volleyball game is really suffering from me being so out of shape. I can barely make my serves over the net. My energy runs out halfway through my swing. I also need some good energy meal ideas. Yesterday I had a Fiber One bar for breakfast. I had to run around all afternoon on errands, so I didn't eat until about 3. I was cutting up a cantaloupe I got at the fruit stand and ate about 1/4 of it. I had to leave for volleyball at 5:30, so I just had time to get the dinner in the oven and corn-on-cob boiling on the stove before I had to leave. The corn was done right before I walked out the door, so I took 2 pieces with me and ate them on the drive down. I know, you should have seen me on the phone, eating corn-on-the-cob and driving at the same time. I should be on a Nationwide commercial! Nationwide is on your side (not mine!!) :) No wonder my serves were flopping! I ate dinner when I got home at like 10:30. Chicken & Rice bake with broccoli. That probably would have helped me before volleyball!
So far today I've had half of my large iced coffee from Dunkin's and half of a donut. Staying within the points, but missing the rest of the healthy eating habits so far. Maybe I'll dig into that canteloupe again. Still not much on the energy front, though.
Oh, and as far as the insomnia goes... I went to bed at 11:15. At 12:15 I took 2 Advil PM and a Roserem and fell asleep shortly after. I vaguely remember being awake a few times during the night, but pretty much slept until 8:07 when my nanny called and told me she wasn't coming. I got advice from a friend last night. He told me I should not take ANY medication for 6 months then I'll be able to sleep. I think I earned at least one activity point laughing at that. Yeah, I guess if I didn't sleep for 6 months straight, I might be able to get one night of unmedicated sleep. I think if I eat right, exercise, and take vitamins it might help. And, if I get my husband on board with the whole thing (like NOT playing poker all night and going to bed at a reasonable time!) it would really help.
Well, I think I'm going to start the process on getting the kids ready for the pool. It will take me half an hour to get them out there. Bathing suits, swimmy diapers, towels, sunblock... Plus, it's like 100 degrees at least out there. This should be fun.
It has quieted down a bit (the puzzle pieces distracted them for a while) so I have a few seconds to think. I don't think I should have a second to think. I should not be left alone with my thoughts on a day like this. I should get up and get the kids outside to the pool. Maybe I'll set an appointment at the gym nursery so I can work out tomorrow. They're a bit snotty lately, though, so the nursery probably won't accept them. Don't think it's worth it. Well, if the nanny shows up tomorrow, I could go by myself. I really need to get on a workout program. My volleyball game is really suffering from me being so out of shape. I can barely make my serves over the net. My energy runs out halfway through my swing. I also need some good energy meal ideas. Yesterday I had a Fiber One bar for breakfast. I had to run around all afternoon on errands, so I didn't eat until about 3. I was cutting up a cantaloupe I got at the fruit stand and ate about 1/4 of it. I had to leave for volleyball at 5:30, so I just had time to get the dinner in the oven and corn-on-cob boiling on the stove before I had to leave. The corn was done right before I walked out the door, so I took 2 pieces with me and ate them on the drive down. I know, you should have seen me on the phone, eating corn-on-the-cob and driving at the same time. I should be on a Nationwide commercial! Nationwide is on your side (not mine!!) :) No wonder my serves were flopping! I ate dinner when I got home at like 10:30. Chicken & Rice bake with broccoli. That probably would have helped me before volleyball!
So far today I've had half of my large iced coffee from Dunkin's and half of a donut. Staying within the points, but missing the rest of the healthy eating habits so far. Maybe I'll dig into that canteloupe again. Still not much on the energy front, though.
Oh, and as far as the insomnia goes... I went to bed at 11:15. At 12:15 I took 2 Advil PM and a Roserem and fell asleep shortly after. I vaguely remember being awake a few times during the night, but pretty much slept until 8:07 when my nanny called and told me she wasn't coming. I got advice from a friend last night. He told me I should not take ANY medication for 6 months then I'll be able to sleep. I think I earned at least one activity point laughing at that. Yeah, I guess if I didn't sleep for 6 months straight, I might be able to get one night of unmedicated sleep. I think if I eat right, exercise, and take vitamins it might help. And, if I get my husband on board with the whole thing (like NOT playing poker all night and going to bed at a reasonable time!) it would really help.
Well, I think I'm going to start the process on getting the kids ready for the pool. It will take me half an hour to get them out there. Bathing suits, swimmy diapers, towels, sunblock... Plus, it's like 100 degrees at least out there. This should be fun.
Monday, July 2, 2007
Beginning of the End?
So my best friend said that I should ramble on here. I'm just curious to see if this will be an actual beginning of something, or the beginning of the end (or, I should say, the beginning AND the end.) She says that I should blog. I tell her all I do is ramble, and nobody wants to hear me ramble. She thinks that my ramblings are interesting and funny. We'll see if anyone agrees.
What am I thinking about right this minute? That this is a re-run of Letterman because he's talking about Paris Hilton going to jail and Shrek the 3rd coming out. Also, I'm thinking of how I would classify this blog... Is it a blog about my weight loss journey (ha ha, weight LOSS is a little optimistic, maybe I should say millionth ATTEMPT at weight-loss.) Is it a mommy blog - a boring journal of my daily life with four little crazies, ages 3 & under?? That's interesting (to ME, anyway!) Or will it be ramblings about the ups & downs of my marriage?
*side note* Oh my GOSH, the Hungarian lady staying in my basement just walked up the stairs in JUST A TOWEL!! If you were staying at a stranger's house, would you walk around in a towel?? And no, she's not hot (if she were, I wouldn't be complaining! Oh wait, yes I would, I'm sitting here with my husband!) Okay, so see, now I don't know if I need to EXPLAIN this situation or not... I'm a blog virgin!!!
Well, I guess we'll see where this thing goes. Who's up for a crazy ride??
What am I thinking about right this minute? That this is a re-run of Letterman because he's talking about Paris Hilton going to jail and Shrek the 3rd coming out. Also, I'm thinking of how I would classify this blog... Is it a blog about my weight loss journey (ha ha, weight LOSS is a little optimistic, maybe I should say millionth ATTEMPT at weight-loss.) Is it a mommy blog - a boring journal of my daily life with four little crazies, ages 3 & under?? That's interesting (to ME, anyway!) Or will it be ramblings about the ups & downs of my marriage?
*side note* Oh my GOSH, the Hungarian lady staying in my basement just walked up the stairs in JUST A TOWEL!! If you were staying at a stranger's house, would you walk around in a towel?? And no, she's not hot (if she were, I wouldn't be complaining! Oh wait, yes I would, I'm sitting here with my husband!) Okay, so see, now I don't know if I need to EXPLAIN this situation or not... I'm a blog virgin!!!
Well, I guess we'll see where this thing goes. Who's up for a crazy ride??
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