December 31, 2008
I fell off the Healthy Eating wagon this week. Damn! I was doing really well, too. But being around all the holiday goodies, combined with being stuck inside during all this snowy weather, has taken it's toll. The damage will be revealed tomorrow morning at my Jenny Craig weigh in. One good thing about going back to work will be more structure and less time to nibble. Here's a pic of me with three of my good friends from college at our 10 year reunion in October 2005. THIS is how I want to look again--no double chin in this photo!
December 29, 2008
So to all of you, take some chill time for yourselves.
December 26, 2008
Ross and Grandpa Ward horsing around--wide smiles and lots of giggling.
December 24, 2008
December 20, 2008
Turn on water. Climb in. exhale a sigh of relief at the hot water and peace and quiet.
Oops. Exhaled too soon.
Ross, tromping up the stairs and into the bathroom: "Mommy! I have to go potty."
Me: "Try to unzip your jammies so you can sit on the toilet."
Ross, crying in frustration: "I need help!!" I peek out behind the shower curtain to see him flail-kicking his feet in a futile effort to whip the footie pajamas off his feet.
Me: "All right! I can help you, but you have to scoot closer because I can't reach you." I grab the toes of the jammies and yank them off, dripping a little water on them.
Ross: "Mom! It's wet!" Um, yeah, it is. I'm in the shower for pete's sake!
Me: "Okay. Rip off your pull up and sit on the potty."
It's quiet again. I lather up my hair and wash my face.
Ross, excitedly: "MOM! I went poop!" Super. How am I supposed to wipe his butt while I'm in the shower? Oh hell, he can walk around for a minute until I finish.
Me: "Try to wipe you bottom. I'll finish it when I get out." At this point, I hear the footsteps of my eldest barrelling down the hallway.
Grant: "AAHHHHRRGHH! I HATE it when this happens, mom! I accidentally hit something on the computer and lost my game and I was on level three! Now I'm gonna have to start over! UHHAHH!" (I'm not quite sure how to capture angry whining in print)
Ross: "Mom, I got poop on my finger!"
Me, losing it: "All right! Ross, come over here! I'll wash off your finger. Grant, all I wanted to do was have 20 minutes to shower and get ready without the two of you bugging me! GO GET DRESSED!"
I can hear little thumps on the bathroom floor. I peek out again and see that it's Hope. Sweet little Hope, scooting around on her bottom.
Finish showering. Turn off water. Climb out and dry off. Wipe a poop marble out of Ross's butt while both of us are stark naked. Lovely.
What is it about being a mom that turns you into a female version of the Pied Piper of Hamelin? When I go to the bathroom, they find me and walk in without even pausing. "Mom, guess what? Ross threw a lego at me and it almost hit the side of my head." When I'm getting dressed, they come in. "You have boobies, mommy." When I take Hope upstairs for her nap, two boys who were completely oblivious to my presence mere moments ago suddenly realize I am not on the same floor of the house as they are, and they race up and into Hope's room to be with me.
May I just say that in our house, the boys NEVER walk in on Daddy in the bathroom or follow him all over the place. I guess I'm just special. ;)
December 12, 2008
I love my boys to pieces, but more often than not these days, they hear me say any one (or more) of the following:
You guys are driving me nuts!
Mom's going crazy!
Lord, have mercy.
What the...? ROSS!!!!
Ross. He's my pistol. Red headed, strong willed, and two and a half. You do the math.
This morning, Kris left for work early so I was responsible for finishing breakfast and getting all four of us out the door. I was aiming for an 8am departure and doing pretty well: Grant had brushed his teeth, blown his nose, put on his shoes, and was zipping his coat. I had Hope buckled into her carseat, hood up, blanket tucked from her feet to her chin, and nuk in mouth. My bags were packed, I started the car, and had my own coat on. Ross had been playing "hide and peek" by opening and closing the bathroom door about a million times, but whatever. I opened the door with his coat in hand and what do I smell? The little stinker crapped in his pull up! Damn!
So--I quickly walked Grant across the street to walk to school so he wouldn't be late, then raced back into the house to change Ross. Coat off, leave baby in carseat on table, and get Ross upstairs to a bathroom with wipes. He was crying because he wanted to walk Grant to the neighbors, too. when I tried to explain that we needed to change his pants, he became ticked and screamed...and screamed....and screamed. This is what he does when he's mad and tantruming. I practically had to wrestle the 36 pound bruiser to the floor to get the poopy pull up off and clean him up. "Ross, stop screaming. It hurts mommy's ears." SCREAM "Ross! Stop it! Be quiet!" SCREAM "Put your feet in the pull up!" And on and on. We finally made it downstairs and after more resisting--the kid is obstinate--I got his coat on, buckled him into the van, put Hope in the van (poor Hope...she waited a long time this morning), and got us out the driveway--at 8:20.
OH MY GOSH. And that was just the morning. Pick up at the end of the day involved an even bigger tantrum because he wanted to change his wet pull up and I took his shoe off for him to start the process. "NO! I was doing that, Mommy!" SCREAM, SCREAM, SCREAM! Right there in the middle of Lommen Hall, Ross fell to the grimy hallway floor for an all-out tantrum.
I have to give credit to Grant--he remained calm the entire time, which helped me hang on to a few threads of sanity.
November 22, 2008
November 3, 2008
October 1, 2008
May I just say that with all the busy-ness we experience every single day, there is nothing like the birth of a child to remind me to stop and marvel in awe and wonder at the gift of life. Thank you, God!
September 14, 2008
- Am I giving my boys enough GOOD mommy time, or am I letting them watch too much TV/DVDs so I can tend to Hope or get some housework done? Yes, I tend to my children's needs, but they deserve more than just the meal, bath, and bedtime book.
- I don't put Hope on her tummy often enough. Am I remembering to smile and talk to her, or am I too preoccupied as I change her diaper and direct the boy-traffic going on all around me?
- I don't take enough pictures. I NEVER remember to take any video. We don't even have a photo of all five of us together yet.
- We can't seem to get to church two consecutive weekends in a row, at least not all of us. How do all those other families do it? How do they get THEIR kids to behave?
- Don't even get me started on the physical insecurities (double chin and thick waist, anyone?).
My logical self knows how blessed we are with a happy, healthy family, great marriage, wonderful extended family, and successful careers. So why are there so many insecurities running through my head? Is it a female thing? Is it just me? Am I just phasing back into PMS again after a 18 months of pregancy and breastfeeding? I don't know.
September 3, 2008
August 16, 2008
I took Grant shopping for new tennis shoes on Friday afternoon. Who knew it would be so hard to find a shoe he liked in his size? We went to Kohl's, Penney's, and Herbergers and each time Grant found a shoe he liked they didn't have any left in his size. It was insanely busy everywhere we went, too. I guess we should have done this earlier in August, but I really didn't think things would be so picked over already. Finally, we went to Stride Rite and Grant found a shoe that 1. he liked, 2. they had in his size, and 3. fit well. I plopped down a bit more than I had intended on spending, but Grant is worth it. Besides, where else would we have gone? Scheels? That'd probably cost even more than Stride Rite. And Grant wears his tennis shoes literally EVERY DAY. He prefers tennies to flip flops or sandals. I know we'll get our money's worth.
Here are some pictures of our summer fun...
August 7, 2008
I got home this afternoon and opened the back door to let Dory in the house. She was sleeping on the deck, but she didn't come when I called. When I approached her she was so still. When I touched her and felt how stiff she was, I knew she had died. Her collar tag had gotten caught between the deck slats and in an effort to free herself she choked. Poor Dory--she must have struggled so much because the collar itself was twisted twice around at the buckle and the metal D-ring to which her tags were attached was bent. We are sad tonight. She irritated us sometimes, but she had just passed beginner's dog obedience with flying colors and had finally become housetrained. She was a sweet and loving dog. We will really miss her.
I am required to be back at work on August 18, and classes begin on Aug 25. Alas, the summer appears to be over. It will be nice to see colleagues and students again, but I am not looking forward to the morning and evening rush of meals, dressing, Ross-wrangling, baths, and the like. I will really miss my time with the kids here at home during the day, but at the same time I am well aware that many moms do not have the benefit of summers off with their children. So although I am a bit wistful, I write this with a grateful heart.
July 23, 2008
Hope is 6 1/2 months old now. I know I say this all the time, but it's astonishing how quickly the weeks and months of her first year are flying by. I had these pictures taken a few weeks ago. Hope always looks so happy and content. She's the little haven of peacefulness in our busy, high energy days!
July 16, 2008
Now there's a neglected task...my floors are awful and my bathrooms don't look much better. I have closets that need reorganizing and piles that are screaming for another session of sort-and-toss. I will feel better once I've also tackled some of this stuff.