April 13th--B2 experiences a new meteorological occurrence known as hail. B1 was home, so he took B2 out onto our patio so he could experience it firsthand. He lets B2 stick his hand out in the hail, then run to the edge of our "front yard" and back. B1 asked B2 what he thought of the hail. B2's response?
"Hail...it's raining out there!"
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
What Am I Missing?
This morning I was in at our mechanic's shop getting my safety and emisssions test so I can register my car again. After that was done ($50 later), I went to the dentist. I was hoping for another great check-up (last time no cavities!), but would have even been okay with a decent check-up. Instead, I got the crappy check-up--one of my teeth is cracking, which means I need to get a crown put on quickly or it will eventually mean a root canal...and a crown. So, I can pay $400+ now, or I can pay a whole lot more later. I'm opting for the $400+ now. Oh, and I have a cavity too, so this next visit to the dentist will cost us almost $500. And this all comes after B1's recent vision check-up in which the doctor said his contacts were ruining his eyes and that he better find ways to not wear them as much or he'll go blind, so now we're looking into Lasik for him. Welcome Murphy...do you need a bedroom??
Anyway, so I was feeling pretty sorry for myself this morning, and was trying to catch up on my blog reading since I had so much time sitting around, when I read this blog post by a girl in my ward. That pretty much sealed my crappy day. I thought about last night. It was the first night I had seen the kids in three days, since I've been at our quarterly retreat for work. D was thrilled to see me, and it was pretty dang cute. He wouldn't stop smiling for several minutes, and that was without me really playing with him. Jr couldn't care less. So, there was a mild fight to get him in the car, and then we drove home. We fought over his dinner (he wouldn't sit to eat it, and didn't finish), and then I turned on a movie so I could have some time without fighting. After the movie was over, Jr threw a tantrum about going to bed. I managed to read him two books, since I was getting frustrated that he wasn't listening but running all over his room and jumping on his bed. With both kids in bed, the rest of the evening went pretty smoothly. Then, this morning, D woke up to a massive blowout, and I tried to hurry to get the kids showered and ready so we could go to the mechanic's and then my dentist (they stayed with Grandma and Grandpa W for this part). When B2 was showering, he managed to take the bottle of baby shampoo (which was about 2/3 full), and dump the entire thing down the drain. Goodbye money! At the mechanic's store, he was playing on the floor, got his hands dirty, then wiped his hands all over his once-clean face. He asked 400 times if he could have a quarter to put in the machine to get candy, gum, nuts, and pretty much everything else they had there. He asked to watch a movie or play a game on the broken TV. I finally sat him down with my iPod to watch Spongebob via YouTube when they finished the car and we were off. I dropped him off at Grandma's house without issue, and you know how the dentist visit went, so let's fast forward to the pickup. B2 threw a fit about leaving Grandma's house. He wanted to keep playing on Grandpa's toy ATV, so I let him stay a bit longer because I was tired of the fights. By the time we got home, we ate lunch (while B2 ran around getting maple syrup on nearly every surface in the house), and I turned on a movie so I could make baby food for D. By 1:30, I was emotionally and physically exhausted, so I put B2 down for his nap (D was already down), and I watched half of Pride and Prejudice before falling asleep.
So, why the pity party? Besides the crappy results at the dentist office, I can't help but reflect on Lara's post. Bedtime for me means something completely different. Usually, bedtime with my kiddos means, "Hallelujah, it's almost Mommy Time!" I look forward to it so I can stop fighting with B2. I look back at the last 24 hours with my kids, and I feel like B2 and I have done almost nothing but fight. What am I missing? Why can't my experiences with my kids be wonderful? Sometimes I feel like I'm the only mom (excluding the obviously bad moms) who fights with her kids or wonders if we made the right decision to have kids after all. I think we must be doing something right, because B2 is a smart kid who is semi-well-behaved (probably well enough for a 3-almost-4-year-old).
So, please pardon my pity party. I just needed to vent. I'm sure I'm a good mom, and I'm sure all moms have days like today. Let's just hope that the rest of the day gets better.
Anyway, so I was feeling pretty sorry for myself this morning, and was trying to catch up on my blog reading since I had so much time sitting around, when I read this blog post by a girl in my ward. That pretty much sealed my crappy day. I thought about last night. It was the first night I had seen the kids in three days, since I've been at our quarterly retreat for work. D was thrilled to see me, and it was pretty dang cute. He wouldn't stop smiling for several minutes, and that was without me really playing with him. Jr couldn't care less. So, there was a mild fight to get him in the car, and then we drove home. We fought over his dinner (he wouldn't sit to eat it, and didn't finish), and then I turned on a movie so I could have some time without fighting. After the movie was over, Jr threw a tantrum about going to bed. I managed to read him two books, since I was getting frustrated that he wasn't listening but running all over his room and jumping on his bed. With both kids in bed, the rest of the evening went pretty smoothly. Then, this morning, D woke up to a massive blowout, and I tried to hurry to get the kids showered and ready so we could go to the mechanic's and then my dentist (they stayed with Grandma and Grandpa W for this part). When B2 was showering, he managed to take the bottle of baby shampoo (which was about 2/3 full), and dump the entire thing down the drain. Goodbye money! At the mechanic's store, he was playing on the floor, got his hands dirty, then wiped his hands all over his once-clean face. He asked 400 times if he could have a quarter to put in the machine to get candy, gum, nuts, and pretty much everything else they had there. He asked to watch a movie or play a game on the broken TV. I finally sat him down with my iPod to watch Spongebob via YouTube when they finished the car and we were off. I dropped him off at Grandma's house without issue, and you know how the dentist visit went, so let's fast forward to the pickup. B2 threw a fit about leaving Grandma's house. He wanted to keep playing on Grandpa's toy ATV, so I let him stay a bit longer because I was tired of the fights. By the time we got home, we ate lunch (while B2 ran around getting maple syrup on nearly every surface in the house), and I turned on a movie so I could make baby food for D. By 1:30, I was emotionally and physically exhausted, so I put B2 down for his nap (D was already down), and I watched half of Pride and Prejudice before falling asleep.
So, why the pity party? Besides the crappy results at the dentist office, I can't help but reflect on Lara's post. Bedtime for me means something completely different. Usually, bedtime with my kiddos means, "Hallelujah, it's almost Mommy Time!" I look forward to it so I can stop fighting with B2. I look back at the last 24 hours with my kids, and I feel like B2 and I have done almost nothing but fight. What am I missing? Why can't my experiences with my kids be wonderful? Sometimes I feel like I'm the only mom (excluding the obviously bad moms) who fights with her kids or wonders if we made the right decision to have kids after all. I think we must be doing something right, because B2 is a smart kid who is semi-well-behaved (probably well enough for a 3-almost-4-year-old).
So, please pardon my pity party. I just needed to vent. I'm sure I'm a good mom, and I'm sure all moms have days like today. Let's just hope that the rest of the day gets better.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
A much needed update
I meant to finish this post a few weeks ago, so it's going to end up being only a few stories and mostly photos. I'm starting to follow a few photography blogs, and it gets me really excited to improve my photography. I don't by any means think I'm fantastic, but I think my subjects make up for a lot of my lack of skill. I mean, who can't capture cute pictures of these kids???
Okay, onto the stories. On March 16th, it was starting to warm up here in Utah (just a fluke though -- it was snowing today). So, after a very long winter indoors, we decided to take the kids to the park to get rid of some of B2's cabin fever. B2 was about to go down the slide, and B1, D, and I were sitting on the bench. B2 shouts out, "HAH! I've got you now fools!" B1 and I busted up laughing, and still have no idea where he got that phrase. Our best guess is Plankton (from Spongebob Squarepants).
Later that night, we put B2 to bed at his usual time (8:00 p.m.), and B1 and I settled in and watched some M*A*S*H. We turned out light off at 10:00, but heard B2 playing around still in his room. B1 got up to tell him to go to bed, walked in to his room, and saw B2 wearing his Batman hat, bomber jacket, backpack, and sandals. He must have been doing something important, because he also held his toy cell phone. He turned to his dad, and in all seriousness said, "Dad, I'm on the phone!" I think he was channeling a 15-year-old girl with that comment.
We went in to check on B2 during his nap, and found him asleep with his hat over his eyes. He seriously looked so much like a teenager that I think a few hairs fell off both B1's and my heads.
On March 21st, all of us were sitting in church during Sacrament meeting. It was really quiet (rather unusual for our ward) when B2 turned to me and said, "Guess what Mom? I love you."
Guess what B2? I love you too.
Yesterday was Monday, so it was back to work for me. B2 woke up before I left, so I got him settled into his routine of a Clif bar, sippy of milk, and some really long DVD to give Daddy as much time as possible to sleep in. I kissed B2 and told him I was leaving for work and that I loved him. His response? "I know Mom." Well, at least he knows. But, later that night, he was a little more sentimental. I had been home from work about half hour and was making him dinner. He randomly came up to me and gave me a hug, then said, "Mom, I'm glad you came back." It almost broke my heart to think that my boy thinks he's losing me every day, but at least I get to come home every night (at least, most nights -- next week is our quarterly managers retreat).
Okay, some random pictures, and then I'm going to try to comfort D because he's been crying for the last two hours. I think he's starting to get separation anxiety. Good thing B2 is gone, because I think D will be sleeping with me tonight.
Good night!
Okay, onto the stories. On March 16th, it was starting to warm up here in Utah (just a fluke though -- it was snowing today). So, after a very long winter indoors, we decided to take the kids to the park to get rid of some of B2's cabin fever. B2 was about to go down the slide, and B1, D, and I were sitting on the bench. B2 shouts out, "HAH! I've got you now fools!" B1 and I busted up laughing, and still have no idea where he got that phrase. Our best guess is Plankton (from Spongebob Squarepants).
Later that night, we put B2 to bed at his usual time (8:00 p.m.), and B1 and I settled in and watched some M*A*S*H. We turned out light off at 10:00, but heard B2 playing around still in his room. B1 got up to tell him to go to bed, walked in to his room, and saw B2 wearing his Batman hat, bomber jacket, backpack, and sandals. He must have been doing something important, because he also held his toy cell phone. He turned to his dad, and in all seriousness said, "Dad, I'm on the phone!" I think he was channeling a 15-year-old girl with that comment.
We went in to check on B2 during his nap, and found him asleep with his hat over his eyes. He seriously looked so much like a teenager that I think a few hairs fell off both B1's and my heads.
On March 21st, all of us were sitting in church during Sacrament meeting. It was really quiet (rather unusual for our ward) when B2 turned to me and said, "Guess what Mom? I love you."
Guess what B2? I love you too.
Yesterday was Monday, so it was back to work for me. B2 woke up before I left, so I got him settled into his routine of a Clif bar, sippy of milk, and some really long DVD to give Daddy as much time as possible to sleep in. I kissed B2 and told him I was leaving for work and that I loved him. His response? "I know Mom." Well, at least he knows. But, later that night, he was a little more sentimental. I had been home from work about half hour and was making him dinner. He randomly came up to me and gave me a hug, then said, "Mom, I'm glad you came back." It almost broke my heart to think that my boy thinks he's losing me every day, but at least I get to come home every night (at least, most nights -- next week is our quarterly managers retreat).
Okay, some random pictures, and then I'm going to try to comfort D because he's been crying for the last two hours. I think he's starting to get separation anxiety. Good thing B2 is gone, because I think D will be sleeping with me tonight.
Good night!
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