Friday, Friday, Friday!
I love Fridays. My love/hate relationship with Fridays has evolved over time.
Before kids, my Fridays started like many of yours. That bell would ring and I do believe us teachers were way more excited and ready to hear it then the kids. My work week would be over!
Up until about six months ago, I HATED Fridays. I mean LOATHED them, especially during the winter months and rainy days. It was the last day of the week. The boys (and I) would be ready for their daddy to be home for the weekend. They would be antsy and “bored”. I would be tired and impatient. We all were kinda sick of each other by the end of the week.
Fridays now are low key with no schedule, except for Evan’s weekly 30 minute speech therapy, which isn’t until 11:15 so we don’t have to rush out the door in the mornings.
But then it happened!
I may have mentioned a time or two that Evan has been obsessed with Mario. We have a rule in the house that Friday is Wii day.
This way, Evan knows not to even ask to play, although sometimes he looks at me with devilish eyes and says, “you know what I’m thinking mom?”
“No, Evan, you may not play Wii.”
“Mom, how did you know I was going to ask?”
So Fridays with Evan pretty much mean, I don’t see him most of the day, except when he comes up for air, food or potty breaks. Because, you know, even though there is a bathroom downstairs, he still comes up and tells me he is going. Oh my Evan!
Maybe about October, Carter got in on the action too. He doesn’t like to play, but he LOVES to sit and watch Evan, talk with Evan and goes about his playing with his trains and cars while Evan plays the Wii.
{This next part is going to make me sound like a horrible mom, but remember it only happens once a week, so keep your judgements to yourself!}
So pretty much, I don’t see the kids all day on Friday. It’s beautiful. Yeah, I’m admitting it! On Fridays, the boys disappear into the basement and I see them only when they get hungry, thirsty or one throws a punch. And it has made Friday’s something we ALL look forward to! The boys get to veg out and stay in their jammies if they want, and I get to do the same!
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Are You Going to Jail Mom?
The day started off like any other day. We had to go to Evan’s yearly wellness appointment and afterwards I decided to take the boys to the park. The boys’ pediatrician office is in an area that we don’t visit often, so I decided to find a park on the GPS. I often do this, just to break up the monotony. As we pulled up to the first park, I noticed there were only 3 slides so I explained to the boys that we would go find another park. So I looked up a new park and headed that way. A few minutes down the road, I noticed that the new park would be taking me out of the way. So I again, re-entered to find a new park. The third park was too secluded. By now the boys were a little antsy. So I promised them that the next park we found, we would stop.
So I followed the GPS into an unfamiliar neighborhood. After a few moments of winding roads and many turns, I found this park. I turned onto the street and happened to glance in the review mirror before pulling over to park. And there they were. The heart stopping red and blue lights.
What did I do? I truly had no clue. I actually for a moment, thought that the cop would drive past me but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. Because seriously, how could I NOT see the police following me?
I sat there for a moment in disbelief, when Evan unstrapped his seat belt. I quickly snapped at him to “put it back on” because I could get in trouble if he didn’t have it on.
“Mom what’s going on, why aren’t we getting out of the truck, I WANT TO GO TO THE PARK!!”
“Well boys, mommy broke a traffic rule and I have to talk to the police officer when he comes up to the truck.”
“What rule did you break, Mom?”
“Well, Evan, I’m not quite sure.”
Then after sitting for a few more moments, I thought I should probably get my license and registration together. I HAD no idea what I am doing. Did I mention I haven’t been pulled over in 17 years! So without thinking, I took my seat belt off and bent down to get my wallet from the floor board.
OH CRAP! I just took my seat belt off and bent over. The cop is going to totally think I am pulling a gun out or trying to hide something.
I quickly sat up and put my seat belt back on! And encourage the boys to sit still until this ordeal was finished.
The cop walks up by my window and I look at him.
“Excuse me ma’am, do you realize that you were going 41 in a 25 mile an hour residential area, along with not using turn singles for the last 2 turns.” {holy crap, how long had he been following me, anyway! And seriously I didn’t notice?}
“No, SIr. I wasn’t aware that I was speeding.”
“Is there a reason your were going so fast? Because I usually give drivers a 15 mile an hour cushion.”
“I am so sorry sir. I was just really focused on trying to find a park for the boys and watching the GPS.”
“Hmmm, I see. I will need to see your insurance card.”
“Oh, okay” I start fumbling through all my cards, praying that I had the insurance card. I did! Whew! I squinted to see if it was the correct card, because I had to wear my glasses for several days due to an infection. And I so can’t see with my glasses on!
“I think this is the correct card.”
“Yes, ma’am this is an insurance card but it is expired, {um hello, it expired 3 MONTHS AGO} why don’t you continue looking while I step away.”
He walks back to his cruiser and I text Jeremy immediately. Because now I am REALLY FREAKING out! I just know that I am going to get arrested for having an expired insurance card.
Jeremy quickly calls me to see what is going on. I give him a few details but quickly hang up so the police officer doesn’t think I am cool enough to be on the phone. But before I hang up, Jeremy jokingly says, “at least I got the tags renewed.”
You see, Jeremy totally forgot to get the tags renewed on both vehicles before his birthday 15 days ago. He remembered on Friday! Can you imagine what kind of pickle I would be in, if he hadn’t of remembered last week!
After several painful minutes, the cop came back to the truck.
“I am going to let you off with a warning today, ma’am, since you do not have anything on your record.”
That is when I started crying. Yeah, I’ll admit it! Tears started flowing! I just couldn’t control myself.
He then started to preach about not speeding in residential areas and blah, blah blah. This was after he informed me that he wasn’t going to preach at me. He finished up and started walking away.
I reached my head out the window, and told him that my boys would like to say ‘hi’ to him. I rolled down their windows and the cop was nice enough to chit chat with them for a few moments. Come to find out, he has a 4 year old daughter and another daughter on the way. I congratulated him and he went on with his business.
“Finally Mom! Can we now go to the park?’
Yes, Evan, we can now go to the park.
And by the way – that park stunk too!
Overheard!
It always amuses me when family or friends tell me how patient I am with the boys! HA!! If you were a fly on our wall, you would totally see how IMPATIENT I am. That is why we get out of the house as much as possible. I tend to be a little bit more patient, when I am out in public and the kids are not bouncing off the walls in our home. They seem to be much more well behaved outside of the home, which makes me look like a pretty darn good parent. But the 3 of us know better! HA!
Last week at the pool, Evan was having a major melt down. Melt downs and Evan don’t usually go together. Even though he is such a scheduled little person, he can be pretty flexible when it comes to happenings beyond my control. Usually he can go with the flow after I explain what’s going on.
But for some reason, last Thursday, he was crying over EVERYTHING at the pool! I let them stay an extra hour and when it was time to go, he started waling at the top of his lungs! Who is this child? I don’t do “waling” very well! Even though I should, considering he never does! I quietly pulled him aside, got down on his level, and informed him that his behavior was unacceptable. I explained that we stayed longer than usual and the lifeguards blew the whistle for rest time, so we couldn’t even stay in the pool anyway. This usually works and he understands. But not today, he threw a larger fit than I have seen in a long time!
So what is a sophisticated, patient mom to do?
“Evan, SHUT UP!” I said it quietly and controlled. Or at least I thought I did! When I turned around to leave, the family sitting next to us, all were looking at me!
Yep, I was so one of those classy moms! You know, the ones I enjoy judging! Although, I rarely say that to my kids, that day I was just one of the moms that can’t control my kids and yell at them in public!
And within 5 minutes of our truck ride home, Evan was cashed out! So add insult to injury, the kid was exhausted and couldn’t control himself. And I couldn’t either!
Not Ready For the Tooth Fairy
Last Wednesday I left Carter and Evan in the living room to watch a movie while I went to take a shower. This is a norm in our house and usually they kids will “behave” for the few minutes I take a quick shower. And usually I will hear Carter fussing about this or that, after all he is my fussy one and he has filled the role of the “baby” with his little whiny voice. I swear I don’t remember Evan’s voice ever being that high and squeaky. But any way…
Last Wednesday I got out of the shower and decided since the boys were so quiet and watching the movie so intently, I would take a moment to sit and breathe before heading back into the war zone.
As I was sitting, I heard Carter whining but didn’t really think anything of it, since he whines about EVERYTHING these days. He continued to whine and cry for several minutes, but wasn’t calling for me, just fussing. I figured Evan stole something from him or was picking on him.
That was until Evan came running into my room yelling, “Mom, Carter’s bleeding, Carter’s bleeding!”
That was the fastest I think Evan ever saw me move in his life!
I ran into the living room and sure enough, there was blood all over his face!! I scooped him up and examined his face. As I was examining, I was questioning Evan what happened. Evan told me he pushed Carter off the couch. I looked around the couch and saw nothing that Carter could have fallen on.
I noticed that one of Carter’s teeth and gum around it was bloody. I carefully wiggled it to see if it was loose and it wasn’t. Thank God! When I pulled up on his lip, I realized that his tooth had gone straight through his lip. Which I assumed was the source of the blood.
Cleaning up his lip caused him to cry more than he was crying when I found him. After some snuggle time, he was back to his normal self. And I didn’t think anymore about it.
Until Monday…
I noticed when Carter smiled, he had a gap in his smile that wasn’t there before. Then later that day before I mentioned to Jeremy, he asked me if I thought there was something wrong with Carter’s teeth. He examined Carter’s mouth and sure enough his tooth had moved back and up into his gums, leaving a gap in between his teeth making him look like he was missing the tooth all together. And upon further examination Jeremy noticed that his gum behind the tooth was black.
Now I am freaking out! Call it vain, but I was horrified to think that he would lose that tooth and lose that beautiful perfect smile.
I called a pediatric dentist first thing yesterday morning. Fortunately they were able to get me right in.
The dentist examined his teeth and explained that the black was normal. It was bruised but not the root or nerve was dead! But she did notice that the tooth was loose and said he needed to be x-rayed to see if the root was broken or not.
Carter was a champ. Not that I bribed him with a Lightning McQueen or anything. He sat as still as could be for his x-ray.
Fortunately, the root of his tooth was not broken and if all goes well, the tooth will drop back down. We will need to keep an eye on it for the next 6 weeks with a follow-up visit then. Although his beautiful smile is not as it was, at least he does get to keep his tooth. And best case scenario, the tooth will eventually go back to it’s original place. Worse cake scenario, in 6 weeks we will have to have it pulled. And he will be toothless until his new tooth comes in!
Oh the mom guilt!
Perfection and Crackers
When I was a child, I had a game that I adored. And up until now, I haven’t seen it around the stores {Not that I look often but when I do, I haven’t had luck}. Until when we were Christmas shopping for the boys a few weeks ago. Jeremy was trying very hard to keep me focused on only the items that were on our list, because I kinda could go out of control buying gifts *ahem*.
But when the clouds opened up and I heard angels sing, he had no other choice but to get me “Perfection”. I know, you all are ALL shocked that my favorite game growing up has to do with Math 
.
And the boys love playing it too, that is when I let them play. Because after all Jeremy got it for ME, not them!
Which brings me to another discussion about my obsession with shapes. Many of you are not on Twitter, and sometimes funny conversation happen on Twitter. So I thought I would let you all in to one of those “Crazy mom moments”.
Last week, Carter and I were eating Cheez-it crackers which are his new favorite snack. Evan was at school.
Carter asked me, “What’s this mama?”
“That is a cracker.”
With a sparkle in his eye and a grin he responded, “Noooooo, mama, it’s a square.”
Impressed, I agree with him.
A few moments later, he asked for a octagon. Of course, we didn’t have any octagon crackers. He began saying that the Cheez-its were octagons. And trying very hard to state his case.
After a few moments of arguing with my 2 YEAR OLD, I asked him if he wanted to go to the store and find some octagon crackers. Because come on, no son of mine can confuse octagons with squares.
So off we went and off I tweeted. Here is a partial of that conversation (the tweets are in descending order so read from the bottom up)…
So in case you guys want to have a yummy math lesson about shapes here’s what I found (all at Kroger).
Octagons: Carr’s
Octagons
Hexagons:Keebler Wheatables (oyster crackers are also hexagons)
Hexagons
Squares: Cheez-its
Squares
Rectangles: Kroger Baked 100% Whole Wheat Crisps
Rectangle
Circles: Nabisco Better Cheddars
Circles
Can you say “crazy mom”?!!?!?!
Eating Us Out of House and Home
Oh. My. Word!!
Jeremy and I often joke that the money that was going toward diapers for Evan, is not now going toward savings or something fun. It is going directly into the food budget. Recently I have gotten a glimpse of what it is going to be like once the boys are teenagers and it doesn’t look pretty!
And I thought it was bad a few weeks ago until = enter pool season!!
I pack a ton of snacks or at least what I thought was a ton!! In line at Trader Joe’s the cashier asked me how many kids I have. Funny, I didn’t have my kids with me. I gave her a quizzical look and she replied, “oh I can tell you have kids because of ALL the snacks you are buying. But isn’t it nice to know that you can let them have snacks and not have to worry about what they are eating?”
I laughed and then agreed whole-heartedly!
Well, yesterday was the first day that we went to the pool.
Here is what I brought (for a picnic and snacks for the pool):
- 2 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
- 2 boxes of raisins
- 2 fruit bars
- 2 juice boxes
- a sandwich bag of Trader Joe’s cheese crunchies (cheetos)
- 2 tubes of yogurt
- 2 apple sauce pouches
And that was just for the boys for 2 hours!! They ate ALL of it and NEEDED more!! Holy Cow kids. I am well aware that kids get hungry at the pool but geeze! My word.
So today, I was armed with extra snacks and like a good mother 
, my kids didn’t go hungry at the pool this time!! Whew – wiping brow. I guess I will be running to Trader Joe’s again this week!
The Moral of the Story…
Not one of our proudest moments as parents. Carter looks darling sitting in the car doesn’t he? But what it isn’t 
showing is the most important moral of this story! If you have a 15 month old who loves trains, wants to do EVERYTHING his older brother does and insists on being a little Dare Devil…let’s not choose the car RIGHT behind the Tractor!
Yep, one of the Parent-of-the-Year moments we had last week. Not even thinking, we stuck Carter in front of Evan, which he loved, but right behind the tractor. When the tractor began to roar, Carter completely lost his mind!! Do you blame him? Fortunately the kid that was driving the tractor had enough sense (obviously more than both Carter’s parents combined) to keep a close eye on him as soon as he turned the key. He drove one turn and immediately shut down the tractor and waved us over! Because of our view we didn’t see him begin to cry!
HORRIBLE isn’t even the word I could use to describe the way I felt! After a few moments of crying by me by Carter, and then seeing Evan enjoying himself on the train, he wanted down and join his brother. Not going to happen kid!!
Probably not the smartest decision we have made, probably not the last one either!! But hopefully they won’t remember these things when they get older, but maybe we should start a therapy fund just in case !
Dare Devil
Recently, maybe the last 4 months, Carter has become a real dare devil. I think it is the result of watching Evan, and he wants to do EVERYTHING Evan is doing. But what he doesn’t understand is that there are some things he really shouldn’t be trying, but he is stubborn and does them anyway. I, at least try to allow him the most secure and safe ways of trying them.
Case in point, he has been DYING to go down the slide, without me. I have tried to go down with him on my lap, and he just goes boneless and tries to escape. He has watched his brother and other kids do it, so why shouldn’t he be able too. And to make matters worse, he thinks now that he can walk, he REALLY should be allowed to do everything Evan does – including WALKING down the stairs, climbing up ladders and playing football with Jeremy – just to name a few. He actually has a pretty mean tackle going on!
Yesterday, knowing that it could be the last nice day of fall, I decided to take the boys to a park that doesn’t have a lot of playground equipment but it is nestled amongst beautiful tall trees, walking paths, and a pond. I thought this would be perfect because the kids could run around and I could enjoy the beauty of Autumn!
It turned out to be a wonderful playground for Carter. There was only one “cliff” that I had to watch and all the slides were close to the ground at the end. So as I was watching them play, Carter takes off for the slide, which I thought “what is the worst that can happen, he needs to experience it.” So I backed off to watch what he would do, if given the opportunity and without mom hovering. He didn’t disappoint!!
I’m Not Above Bribery!
This is the Pee-Pee Bucket and the Poopy Bucket. Yep, I resorted to bribery. Let’s face it, I was getting SICK of changing diapers. I mean, my philosophy had been when my kids are ready, they are ready. Why push it? But when you are changing 2 boys’ diapers, I decided that I would help move Evan along. So I created some motivation. It has taken a couple of weeks to take hold, but Evan had a dry diaper all day today! And he ASKED to go every time, no having to ask him or remind him! {Fingers Crossed} I think it is finally setting in!
Nothing like hearing a delighted scream of “Where’s my poopy bucket?” Yep, another Mother of the Year Moment!
How did you get your kids potty trained? Hopefully I’m not the only one who has resorted to bribery?
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Fondant FAIL
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Well, one of my really great Friends, Jenny (yeah if you follow my blog, you hear a lot about her), was having a birthday party and I told her hubby that I would make the cake. I had this beautiful Farkle (Facebook) cake in mind – because Jenny is slightly obsessed- and I really wanted to try my hand at Fondant.
On Friday, I put both kids down for their naps and began to get the fondant ready. I spent about an hour getting the first batch of fondant to the perfect shade of green. The cake was a double layered chocolate 12 inch square cake. I needed a lot of fondant (for my first time trying it). While I was kneading away and mixing the green into the fondant, Evan was still awake, jumping in his bed and making a ruckus. But since he wasn’t really complaining about being in bed, I was allowing him, to an extent, to play while I was working. I got the fondant ready and rolled out. Evan starting yelling about his bed being “dirty”. I didn’t think anything of it and continued to work. I was rolling the fondant up to get it ready to put on the cake, and as soon as I was putting it on the cake, Evan really started freaking out. Which for a moment, I lost my train of thought and placed the fondant on the cake, and of course it was NOT centered and I didn’t have enough fondant on one side of the cake. By now Evan is screaming fanatically at me that his bed is “dirty” and out of panic I picked up the fondant and the fondant took off the top of the cake.
Here I was with a handful of fondant in my hands and a destroyed cake and a SCREAMING KID. I literally rolled up the fondant in a ball out of shear anger and threw it on the table next to the cake. Ran into Evan’s room and low and behold – wait for it – any ideas what I saw – yep – he had thrown up all over his bed.
So now I have a HUGE mess in my dining room, and a HUGE mess in Evan’s room and all of the noise woke up Carter. WOW!! FUN STUFF! In case you are wondering, no I didn’t take any pictures of the mess. Surprisingly, I was so frazzled, the idea didn’t come to mind until AFTER everything settled down and the mess was cleaned up! Sorry!
So I panicked, told Evan to stand really still, ran into the dining room, placed the cake in the refrigerator out of harms way and ran back into his room. Got him stripped down, threw him in the tub, cleared the bedding off his bed and threw it in the washing machine. Cleaned him up and let him play in the tub (upon his request) and while he was playing in the tub, tried to clean up the powdered sugar mess on my dining room table and cried!!
Then after he was finished with his bath, I got Carter up, who fortunately was having a great time playing in his crib.
The perfectionistic side of me was going to try the fondant again. After Jeremy got home, I took another trip to the cake supply store and on the way back, the tired mom side of me said, “screw it” and decided to make the cake out of the ol’ stand by – the star tip.
And that is what I did. The cake didn’t turn out as I had planned, but it was a good lesson for me! Even Saturday morning (the cake was iced and finished Friday night) I was tempted to scrape off ALL the icing and attempt the fondant again. But I didn’t, I allowed myself to relax with my family and enjoy the holiday weekend. And NO, Jenny, I didn’t want to let you know any of this because I truly enjoyed doing this for you and will make you an even better Mountain Dew one next year (out of fondant)!!
I LOVE making cakes!! It really has started to become a real creative outlet for me, but maybe I should not try new things on actual cakes that are being made for someone.
So here it is, if you are on facebook, and play Farkle, this should look pretty familiar.
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Carter’s 1 Year Check-up: Just Shoot Me!!
Poor Carter, he definitely is my second child. I was on Twitter about a month ago and someone (don’t remember who it was) tweeted that they forgot to make their child’s 1 year Doctor visit appointment and that she felt horrible about. I laughed then thought to myself “Oh Crap, I don’t think I have made Carter’s yet.” And sure enough I hadn’t and the earliest they could get me in was yesterday (1 full month later than it is supposed to be – OOPS).
(I was looking for a picture of his first Doctor’s visit and surprise, surprise I don’t have one. I have one of Evan, but not of Carter. OOPS! Yep, poor kid. I can’t imagine if I had a third.)
But anyways, I took him to this appointment alone. Jeremy usually comes with me, because I can’t handle watching the kids get their shots, but unfortunately something happened with work and he had to go right in and take care of the situation, leaving me ALL BY MYSELF to handle the shots. Let me just tell you, I haven’t done ANY of the shots with the boys!! I know, you don’t have to say a word!!
So off we went and of course the appointment fell right at Carter’s nap time and snack time. So he was a little crabby and required some heavy duty Mom-creativity! But unfortunately no matter how much I did, he knew that he didn’t like ANYONE in the Dr.’s office. He fussed to get his weight done, he fussed to get measured, he fussed when the Nurse talked to him and oh Boy, did he fuss when the Doctor came in. He just knew something was going to happen.
But, while the Dr. was in the room, Carter did decide to show off for her, almost right on cue. She was asking me how many words he says consistently and I told her between 5 and 10, but he will repeat many words that we say. She was writing that down when he pointed to the Elmo that was hanging from the ceiling and said “Melmo, Melmo.”
The Dr. looked at me and asked if that was one of the words he says consistently and I explained that it wasn’t and that while we were waiting in the room, I had introduced them. And then, right on cue again, he pointed to the window and said “Window”. Again, she looked at me and I said “yep, just was playing with the windows before you came in, too.” She explained how impressed she was with the language development he seems to have and how clear he was able to say the new words. DUH – I know Doctor that he IS A GENIUS, you don’t have to tell me that! Okay, maybe I don’t think he is a genius, but I did have one of those “Mom Moments” that make you feel proud!!
But then, he made her pay for the rest of the visit. He did not want her touching him, let alone talking to him. He squirmed, fussed, went boneless, all in an attempt to get out of that room! Finally, the Doctor was finished examining him and left the room as we waited for the DREADED shots. We waited…and waited…and waited…
You get the idea. So after about 20 minutes of playing EVERY game I could think of and feeding him every snack I had in his bag, I peaked my head out politely and asked if we had been forgotten. “Of course, we hadn’t been.” And the nurse came right in. So not only did he have to have 4 vaccines today, they have 2 new tests for 12 month olds that Evan never got. Both required toe pricks to draw blood.
I explained to the nurse, that I have never been in the room with EITHER boy for their shots and the look on her face was priceless! And of course, it had to be this time for me to get to experience it!
So, I held him down while she tortured him gave him his pricks and shots. After screaming for a moment, I was able to comfort Carter – LOL – I wasn’t the one screaming! Although, I did cry while I was holding him down. I HATE IT!! After the drama, I cuddled him for a moment then went to check out. I felt SO guilty, I let him taste a lollipop and he entertained the Nurses Station with his “mmmm”s and of course threw a fit when I took the lollipop away.
We made it! But I did take a running documentation of the whole visit. Yes, there are many pics and really I could have just posted pics without any words and you moms out there would have completely understand how the story went! So sorry, in advance, for the many pics but see if you can capture the story line! Because of the amount of pics, I put them in an album that you can scroll through (like a book) which is kinda fun for this post since it is like a story without words!
If you click on the first picture, the picture viewer will open up and you can scroll through them. OR click on this link [View with PicLens]. There are captions below each pic also, for your viewing pleasure!
Do you have any funny Doctor visit stories? I would love to know that it isn’t just my son – LOL!
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Yep, I am Officially Spent
As most mothers can relate, I had one of those weeks that I was glad to say goodbye to!
On Friday morning, I put Evan’s shoes on him and left the room momentarily, to get Carter up from his nap. When I returned to the living room, Evan was staring down at his feet with a very strange look on his face.
“Evan, did I put your shoes on too tightly?”, I asked.
“No mommy”, he replied in an innocent voice.
So I continued to get everything together for a play date we were running late for.
I left the room again and came back and this time he was walking kinda funny around the living and still looking down at his feet.
Again I asked, “Is everything all right with you feet, Evan?”
“Yes mommy”, he responded again.
I glanced toward his feet and didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, so I continued hustling about to finish getting ready.
After about 5 more minutes, he is STILL looking down at his feet.
Now I am completely intrigued with what he finds so fascinating down there. I went over to him and looked down, and this is what I saw:
And that my friends, kinda sums up the week that we had. Poor kid – he knew something didn’t feel right but was confident in his all knowing mom that apparently that was the way the shoes were supposed to feel. Who knows how long he would have walked around with his shoes on backwards? I know that it isn’t that big of a deal and that worse things can happen, but Murphy’s Law was pretty much the standard this whole week! That is another of my “Mother of the Year” moments that makes me feel so proud!
Pukies and Games
This week we are vacationing in New Jersey for Babci’s (“Grandma” in Polish) big 85th birthday bash. The trip here went so well that Jeremy and I were waiting for something to go wrong. The kids did well, the weather was great, we made great time. We got in around 11:30 p.m. and went right to bed.
At 5:00 a.m. Evan woke up and I immediately told Jeremy that something was wrong. He told me that he already took care of it and that Evan was fine. My “Mother’s 6th sense kicked” in and I knew he wasn’t fine. And that is when I heard it. The yacking sound of a child throwing up. Both Jeremy and I jumped out of bed, ran to see what was going on and since I CAN NOT handle throw up, I told Jeremy to take care of him. Yes – a “Mother of the Year” moment on my part. My son, crying for me, had to take Daddy instead. I went back to bed, where I laid nauseous the rest of the morning.
Evan continued to throw-up a few more times then seemed fine. We fed him – kept it down, let him swim – kept it down. So I guess we were in the clear.
We had a great day just relaxing by the pool. Jeremy’s cousins entertained the kids. Later we went to a little league softball game – one of Jeremy’s cousins plays. The game was right on the beach so we decided to eat dinner on the beach.
There was one BIG problem with this game plan. There were arcades, arcades, arcades!!
Evan saw the lights from a distance and BEGGED to play “just 2 games”.
“All right Evan, just 2 games, but you have to wait until after dinner,” I replied and this appeased him. Then after thinking for a couple of minutes he responded by saying, “2 golf games?” (as in 2 rounds of miniature golf)
Nice one, wise guy. I have to give him props for thinking how to stay out even later. By now it was already 9:00 with 2 kids fighting a bug. Another “Mother of the Year” moment.
After a great dinner on the beach, we ended up playing games until 10:15 before heading home. {Fingers crossed} I am hoping that the late evening won’t effect their little immune systems. We will see!! But after all, we are on vacation!!
