I decided that I might keep a journal ( or a blogal?) about my life for one year, every day tell a little about my day and see what it becomes...perhaps a good laugh for the future, more sane version of myself. You know I kept adiary every day as a kid and a pre teen. I still have them and they are good for a make you cry kind of laugh...such a loser.
Aah yes I can see it now, a mini memoir full of warm tender memories, lovey lovey kissey mushy stuff on my FABULOUS marriage, how I LOVE to be a mommy and what I ever did before these wonderful angels came into my life......
Silly me, wait I said memoir didn't I? Ohhhh, so I guess I must be a tad more truthful? Well ok, as long as truth doesn't lad me in jail or with a social worker, truth is what I will deliver. Good bad ugly, or poopey in may case. ( Yes I STILL cant escape poop! I tell poop stories like drunks tell drinking stories, its all we have indulge me)
Today is June 29 2010. Heres a bit of background...
Mia is 3, soon to be 4 in October. Coy was 2 in February and the twins, god love them cause some days I sure dont, (hey, social workers be gone!) are 15 months. In general I dont think time has eased the pain of having 4 kids in 2 years. I think all time has done for me was allow a fatter backside to grow due to the stress eating, wrinkles from lack of sleep, and deeper more meaningful conversations with Mia.... on Dora the explorer and her Spanish heritage and if she willmarry boots one day?
You know, after all the ramble I think I am too tired to even tell anything about my actual day? Tired due to the fact that at 15 months the twins have slept a total of 5 times thru the night and not in a row...
but perhaps I could give a little glimpse...today on a family bike ride after dinner we went to the park...after much monkeying around on the monkey bars and Chad towing the tired twins home behind his bike, it was time to load the big kids... Coy was locked and loaded on the back of my bike and now for Mia ( who is currently "riding" her own bike...if you want to call taking a rest stop every 5 feet 'riding')
Mia...Mia! Mia....Mia?? MIA?? Uh oh!! The girl is a snail on her bike until I turn around to get Coy in his seat and NOW shes gone??!! Frantic bike ride around park, back to school parking lot...back to park...back to parking lot...then I see her...phew....happily talking to some teenage girls on the swings at other school park across the field from where we were...apparently she was curious about their Ipods, she was wondering if they had " A whole new World?" as sung by Princess Jasmine. Her babysitter let her listen to it and she was just wondering??
Lord...time for the stranger talk, again. I cant keep this girl from talking to people! I have NO idea where she gets that from but its sooo irritating! ;)
Oh well, not major but a story for the journal! Now I must retire, Kate plus 8 is on and I like to watch it, it makes me feel better about my life :)
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
MOMMY!
Mommy! I need a drink.
Mommy! Wheres my teddy?
Mommy! Ryley is looking at me! Hes thinking about pulling my hair!
Mommy! Come wipe my bum!
Mommy! The babies are playing in the toilet full of poop!
Mommy! Coy is standing on the table
Mommy! Reed is drinking your coffee...( oh well, wont burn him, its been sitting for 2 hrs and is cold)
Mommy! Why are you staring at me?
Mommy! Are you grumpy?
Mommy! How come daddy isn't here? Hes way more funner than you
Mommy! I want to go outside, naked, on the swings. No one will see. We have a fence
These are all things Mia has said to me between the hours of 7am and 7-22 am.
I still hold out hope that one day we will have great fun, with witty banter and meaningful conversation.Not just one sentence shout outs to boss me around, or tattle on the boys. One day.
Mommy! Wheres my teddy?
Mommy! Ryley is looking at me! Hes thinking about pulling my hair!
Mommy! Come wipe my bum!
Mommy! The babies are playing in the toilet full of poop!
Mommy! Coy is standing on the table
Mommy! Reed is drinking your coffee...( oh well, wont burn him, its been sitting for 2 hrs and is cold)
Mommy! Why are you staring at me?
Mommy! Are you grumpy?
Mommy! How come daddy isn't here? Hes way more funner than you
Mommy! I want to go outside, naked, on the swings. No one will see. We have a fence
These are all things Mia has said to me between the hours of 7am and 7-22 am.
I still hold out hope that one day we will have great fun, with witty banter and meaningful conversation.Not just one sentence shout outs to boss me around, or tattle on the boys. One day.
Friday, March 26, 2010
I am thankful
Its not thanksgiving or Christmas or any special holiday of sorts to make me think this morning about the things I am thankful for. Its been a rough go lately I wont lie, and so to make myself not go completely insane every day I have been trying to remember all the great things and be thankful. ( Some lists are better than others, depends on the day!)
Here is my list for today:
I am thankful that although Coy was awake from 3-5:30am...he was not vomiting.
I am thankful that when the twins knocked over my cup of coffee shattering it to a million pieces, it was an empty of coffee that I got to finish.
I am thankful that when I went upstairs to put away laundry and Reed tried to crawl over the gate and follow me, he got stuck in the upside down pants around the ankles position and did not crash head first to the hard tile floor. ( again)
I am thankful that my husband loves me....and gives me all that I need, when I humble myslef and ask for it
I am thankful that when Mia threw up all over me last night, I had covered myself in a towel before I feel asleep.
I am thankful that when I split my jeans again, it was in the knee and not in the a**
I am thankful that my kids love me so much that they cry A LOT to be held and hugged and kissed.
I am thankful that when Mia had explosive diarrhea this morning and I was on the phone, she was able to tell me that the babies were playing in it before they managed to get any in their mouth. ( prompting me to be thankful that we have running water, soap, garbage bags and that I have a stuffed nose)
Lastly for today I am thankful for birth control, because if I had another kid I would be committed.
So in summary, its only noon, and I am so thankful for so many things already that I can just hardly wait for the rest of this miserable day to be over with so I can reflect on all the other things I have to be thankful for.
Here is my list for today:
I am thankful that although Coy was awake from 3-5:30am...he was not vomiting.
I am thankful that when the twins knocked over my cup of coffee shattering it to a million pieces, it was an empty of coffee that I got to finish.
I am thankful that when I went upstairs to put away laundry and Reed tried to crawl over the gate and follow me, he got stuck in the upside down pants around the ankles position and did not crash head first to the hard tile floor. ( again)
I am thankful that my husband loves me....and gives me all that I need, when I humble myslef and ask for it
I am thankful that when Mia threw up all over me last night, I had covered myself in a towel before I feel asleep.
I am thankful that when I split my jeans again, it was in the knee and not in the a**
I am thankful that my kids love me so much that they cry A LOT to be held and hugged and kissed.
I am thankful that when Mia had explosive diarrhea this morning and I was on the phone, she was able to tell me that the babies were playing in it before they managed to get any in their mouth. ( prompting me to be thankful that we have running water, soap, garbage bags and that I have a stuffed nose)
Lastly for today I am thankful for birth control, because if I had another kid I would be committed.
So in summary, its only noon, and I am so thankful for so many things already that I can just hardly wait for the rest of this miserable day to be over with so I can reflect on all the other things I have to be thankful for.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Passive Aggressive
I just googled the meaning of this to see if it really fits with my newest little story...one of the sites I found stated this: Passive Aggressive
" Fostering Chaos- The man prefers to leave the puzzle incomplete, the job undone"
hmm...interetsing....I scrolled a little further down the page to see if they had asked my permission to use Chads picture next to this definition, lucky for him I see no picture. So here, let me verbally paint you a picture.
Again, I love my husband and he has too many great qualities to list and really that's all boring to read anyway, so its in my nature ( however cruel) to choose the small annoying and idiotic things that he does to share with the world, but yes I love him with my entire cruel little heart and would never trade him for anything or anyone....
SO, background. Our living room/family room in this current house is carpet. The living room/family that is DIRECTLY off the kitchen is carpet and our furniture in this room ( purchased pre children, clearly...) is chocolate brown micro fibre. So, I suppose you could call me a " free spirit" or even a rebel but you know what I don't care, I am a rebel! On occasion I will sit in the family room and...gasp....eat my sad piece of burnt toast and drink my cold coffee! eek! I do, I do, its natural for me. I eat ALL my meals at the dining room table but sometimes a quick breakfast or small snack are not consumed entirely at the table. This drives my poor Chad MENTAL. He thinks I teach the kids bad habbits..meals/snacks/any form of liquid is to absolutely positively be at the table, no room for discussion, ( he was raised this way, makes for some interesting snack times at grandmas house) So on occasion things get on the carpet. I have a steam cleaner (which I use daily) and to my credit I try to give the kids things like crackers or wheat puffs as snack that should not stain and I have been getting really good and forcing snacks to be at the table. FYI, we do eat all out actual MEALS at the table, I'm just loose on snack times so I will take flack for some mess....however some things really are beyond my control...such as, snot, vomit, random acts of pee, spit up from freshly feed crawling babies ( and yes, its always orange? Darn sweet potatoes and carrots) So The furniture and carpet is looking a little worn, but still clean-ish.
Chad get so upset but in a silent eye rolling deep breath holding kind of way when he sees food in the living room. He never cleans the mess so my take it why get so upset about it.Its always clean when he comes home from work and really it is what it is.
However, lately there have been more messes. The twins are massive puckers...they spit up ALL THE TIME. And in trying to get Coy to understand the use of the potty he tends to walk around a little more naked from the waist down than I would like and then we have those random acts of pee...so the other day Chad is sitting on the couch and sees Coy pee and says to me " Coy peed in the living room" I am doing the dishes at this point...so I clean the dishes and kitchen and getting the twins ready for bath time step in pee...I say " Theres is more pee here" Chad looks up from the couch and says " oh no, thats the original pee" .......uh, ok.....so I clean it up....this actually happens a few more times over the next few days, not just pee, baby spit up, Coy was sick and had some Flem vomit type goop hit the floor....and he was always present and noted the mess but never ever did a darn thing about it and a few times never even told me he knew of it until I discovered it some disgusting way or another ( picture rolling on the floor playing with the twins and rolling into warm pee)
SO finally one day I say to him " hey, you know, it would help the cause if when you SAW a mess happen, guess what, you clean it up...that would be great. I would be an ever so thankful wife"
So literally moments later he says " Coy peed..whaddya want me to do"
uh...now I'm not usually viewed as the smart one in the realationship ( I'm a little dumb but happy) so I say slowly " clean. it. up?"
I am changing a diaper and the another diaper and then dressing Coy, and putting the laundry away in the baby room, so some times does pass and I come into the living room and I see a piece of newspaper laying ever so neatly on top of pee.
SERIOUSLY!?!?
so we wont go into what happens next, I dont need to have spousal abuse added to my list of qualities but lets just say it shouldn't happen again.
So is this his passive aggressive behavior? Is this him re acting to me and my slack ways? Whichever it is I don't like it and this will be my wifely mission to change his ways.
That's all for now :)
" Fostering Chaos- The man prefers to leave the puzzle incomplete, the job undone"
hmm...interetsing....I scrolled a little further down the page to see if they had asked my permission to use Chads picture next to this definition, lucky for him I see no picture. So here, let me verbally paint you a picture.
Again, I love my husband and he has too many great qualities to list and really that's all boring to read anyway, so its in my nature ( however cruel) to choose the small annoying and idiotic things that he does to share with the world, but yes I love him with my entire cruel little heart and would never trade him for anything or anyone....
SO, background. Our living room/family room in this current house is carpet. The living room/family that is DIRECTLY off the kitchen is carpet and our furniture in this room ( purchased pre children, clearly...) is chocolate brown micro fibre. So, I suppose you could call me a " free spirit" or even a rebel but you know what I don't care, I am a rebel! On occasion I will sit in the family room and...gasp....eat my sad piece of burnt toast and drink my cold coffee! eek! I do, I do, its natural for me. I eat ALL my meals at the dining room table but sometimes a quick breakfast or small snack are not consumed entirely at the table. This drives my poor Chad MENTAL. He thinks I teach the kids bad habbits..meals/snacks/any form of liquid is to absolutely positively be at the table, no room for discussion, ( he was raised this way, makes for some interesting snack times at grandmas house) So on occasion things get on the carpet. I have a steam cleaner (which I use daily) and to my credit I try to give the kids things like crackers or wheat puffs as snack that should not stain and I have been getting really good and forcing snacks to be at the table. FYI, we do eat all out actual MEALS at the table, I'm just loose on snack times so I will take flack for some mess....however some things really are beyond my control...such as, snot, vomit, random acts of pee, spit up from freshly feed crawling babies ( and yes, its always orange? Darn sweet potatoes and carrots) So The furniture and carpet is looking a little worn, but still clean-ish.
Chad get so upset but in a silent eye rolling deep breath holding kind of way when he sees food in the living room. He never cleans the mess so my take it why get so upset about it.Its always clean when he comes home from work and really it is what it is.
However, lately there have been more messes. The twins are massive puckers...they spit up ALL THE TIME. And in trying to get Coy to understand the use of the potty he tends to walk around a little more naked from the waist down than I would like and then we have those random acts of pee...so the other day Chad is sitting on the couch and sees Coy pee and says to me " Coy peed in the living room" I am doing the dishes at this point...so I clean the dishes and kitchen and getting the twins ready for bath time step in pee...I say " Theres is more pee here" Chad looks up from the couch and says " oh no, thats the original pee" .......uh, ok.....so I clean it up....this actually happens a few more times over the next few days, not just pee, baby spit up, Coy was sick and had some Flem vomit type goop hit the floor....and he was always present and noted the mess but never ever did a darn thing about it and a few times never even told me he knew of it until I discovered it some disgusting way or another ( picture rolling on the floor playing with the twins and rolling into warm pee)
SO finally one day I say to him " hey, you know, it would help the cause if when you SAW a mess happen, guess what, you clean it up...that would be great. I would be an ever so thankful wife"
So literally moments later he says " Coy peed..whaddya want me to do"
uh...now I'm not usually viewed as the smart one in the realationship ( I'm a little dumb but happy) so I say slowly " clean. it. up?"
I am changing a diaper and the another diaper and then dressing Coy, and putting the laundry away in the baby room, so some times does pass and I come into the living room and I see a piece of newspaper laying ever so neatly on top of pee.
SERIOUSLY!?!?
so we wont go into what happens next, I dont need to have spousal abuse added to my list of qualities but lets just say it shouldn't happen again.
So is this his passive aggressive behavior? Is this him re acting to me and my slack ways? Whichever it is I don't like it and this will be my wifely mission to change his ways.
That's all for now :)
Friday, September 4, 2009
Holidays
Holidays!!!
That word stirs up some strong emotions in me, it used to be one of joy and anticipation and the thrill of the upcoming adventure.....now this word, this horrible, horrible word and the passing of time and change in my own life has left me a changed woman on the notion of holidays. "Holidays"....I shudder at the thought of them, my eye starts to twitch my heart races and I start to sweat...My head swims with memories, first the holidays I loved, then the ones I enjoyed and thought were OK.... and then the realization that the good old days are gone and any enjoyment that I may experience again are years, -light years at this point- away and I am brought back to a more recent holiday memory. ( There are so many stories from the past three years that I will just give you a small dose of a very recent one) Actually VERY recent, yesterday as a matter of fact.
It begins with a small summary...my husband LOVES to camp, I cant even describe how much he loves it. Campfire smell and dirty fingernails from a lack of showers are his biggest turn on. I do like to camp too, I do NOT like to camp with 4 babies. Thus my newest requirement for this summer was if he wanted to camp I need some sort of modern convienences to help me and to my shock and delight Chad decided it a good idea to buy a a 5th wheel! This is pretty cool as I never thought he would actually do it....so now we have " a house on wheels! as Mia calls it. I was thrilled, then reality set in.... First we needed a hitch to actually pull this thing, so this is where the " good" ( note I use that word loosely) ideas begin.
"Better to go to Edmonton to get one, it would be cheaper"...
"Better to install it himself, it would be cheaper"
"Better that we take a mini holiday to Edmonton and go visiting and get the hitch all at the same time, save us another trip later" hmmm good idea...this was actually my idea, silly, silly girl, have I not learned anything in the last few years???
oh and the cherry on the sundae, the bestest best idea of them all!? We drive down in separate vehicles for many reasons I will not go into now....at the time seemed a " good idea" again, have I not learned anything?? So I get to take the van with ALL KIDS, alone... and Chad drives his truck solo...to his credit he offered to take some kids but for some reason its so much more fun to ride with mommy! We LOVE mommy!....( really I think its the DVD player in the van, but I'll say its their love for me)
ok, I promise to get to the good stuff soon...it was a interesting trip, lots of time alone with the kids at my in laws house, ( as Chad was off and running to buy said hitch, look at other trucks with the neighbor to see how hitches are installed, then actually spending the 8+ hours to install this hitch...) which on a side note , I would in the future pay the $300 to have a hitch installed, really is $300 that much? Would have saved me a LOT of time where I was trying desperately to fulfill my never ending duties as a mom and at the same time be on my toes enough so only a small portion of my in laws collectibles and special Nick knacks were not totally destroyed my Coy the tank..sadly we did have a few casualties despite our best efforts, sorry Mom and Dad :(
ok ok, the best story...the drive home. Well we were off, Chad solo again in the truck, I tried but again no child was to be pawned off to Dad, and Me again, sole adult in a van with a 2 and a half old a 18 month old and 5 month old twins, ready to begin the 4+ hour drive home.
I was prepared as I could be. Everyone fed, changed, babies ready to take their first nap on the onset of our drive. I should be guaranteed at least 1 hour of quiet while the twins slept and the DVD did its job on the other two...but no...I had to stop for gas 20 minutes into the drive, ( bad planning number 1...NEVER stop for gas that early into a trip, I know this, I just slipped up this time) this stop in turn woke the twins and stirred Coy and Mia from their TV comas...and the fun began! Cut to 2 Hours later we are on highway 63, babies still crying even though a pit stop at the rest stop had them fed and changed they could not be soothed....we are only about an hour and a half from home, I am rattled already from the crying but I think I can take another hour before I crack..one more hour, that's all, we can do it!
Life and luck had another plan for me...who could have anticipated 3 over sized, crazy huge loads of god knows what kinds of equipment being sent up for the Oil plants in town. Arn't they supposed to do these kinds of things in the middle of the night when no one was on the highway?? SO here we are 5 hours into the drive, in a van, one adult 4 kids, going 55km an hour down highway 63 stuck behind this equipment which at one point I hoped fell off the trucks and hit my own van to just put me out of my misery....the twins relentless in their screams ( for such happy babies who never cry they sure do have stamina and a power house set of lungs on them) and now Mia two sippy cups of juice later has to pee...I am first in a caravan of ticked off drivers stuck behind this madness, I have no where to stop, there are no side roads to pull off onto, no rest stops, no safe place to even pull to the shoulder so Mia could just pee on the road...now I am almost in tears my patience has been chipped away to nothing, Mia is in tears from having to pee, the twins STILL in tears, and Coy, well the one high point, he has been sleeping through all this madness. Not even Dora and her backpack of useful things can get me out of this mess.....Well Mia and her stubbornness refuses to pee her pants, her bladder will have to literally explode, I REALLY don't want her to pee in her car seat anyway, so what to do, what to do????...I dig around in the diaper bag and find a diaper, ( oh yes I forgot to mention that while stopped 2 hours prior to feed the twins, I had another "good idea" and let the two big kids play in this big puddle to get rid of some energy, in turn they endedup soaked and dirty and getting rid of their clothes, so Mia has been naked this last leg of the drive) So I hand Mia a diaper, her and I together do a delicate ballet of getting it scooted under her little tush while she is still strapped in her car seat and while I try to keep my van on the road... low and behold, she pees...by the grace of god in the diaper and no where else! Our van is still in our lane of traffic and some of the crying stops! Yea! Could this be counted as a highlight to the trip???
So in conclusion I have learned some valuable lessons from this trip....I will NEVER again travel by myself with all 4 kids. ( not in the near future anyway) although Mia has a bladder of steel two sippy cups of juice are 1 too many, Coy sleeps better in a van full of crying people than he does in his dark quiet room, and did I mention I will never drive alone again?
So our next leg of " holidays" is fast approaching and we are packing the 5th wheel today...lets see what kind of fun this one brings
:)
That word stirs up some strong emotions in me, it used to be one of joy and anticipation and the thrill of the upcoming adventure.....now this word, this horrible, horrible word and the passing of time and change in my own life has left me a changed woman on the notion of holidays. "Holidays"....I shudder at the thought of them, my eye starts to twitch my heart races and I start to sweat...My head swims with memories, first the holidays I loved, then the ones I enjoyed and thought were OK.... and then the realization that the good old days are gone and any enjoyment that I may experience again are years, -light years at this point- away and I am brought back to a more recent holiday memory. ( There are so many stories from the past three years that I will just give you a small dose of a very recent one) Actually VERY recent, yesterday as a matter of fact.
It begins with a small summary...my husband LOVES to camp, I cant even describe how much he loves it. Campfire smell and dirty fingernails from a lack of showers are his biggest turn on. I do like to camp too, I do NOT like to camp with 4 babies. Thus my newest requirement for this summer was if he wanted to camp I need some sort of modern convienences to help me and to my shock and delight Chad decided it a good idea to buy a a 5th wheel! This is pretty cool as I never thought he would actually do it....so now we have " a house on wheels! as Mia calls it. I was thrilled, then reality set in.... First we needed a hitch to actually pull this thing, so this is where the " good" ( note I use that word loosely) ideas begin.
"Better to go to Edmonton to get one, it would be cheaper"...
"Better to install it himself, it would be cheaper"
"Better that we take a mini holiday to Edmonton and go visiting and get the hitch all at the same time, save us another trip later" hmmm good idea...this was actually my idea, silly, silly girl, have I not learned anything in the last few years???
oh and the cherry on the sundae, the bestest best idea of them all!? We drive down in separate vehicles for many reasons I will not go into now....at the time seemed a " good idea" again, have I not learned anything?? So I get to take the van with ALL KIDS, alone... and Chad drives his truck solo...to his credit he offered to take some kids but for some reason its so much more fun to ride with mommy! We LOVE mommy!....( really I think its the DVD player in the van, but I'll say its their love for me)
ok, I promise to get to the good stuff soon...it was a interesting trip, lots of time alone with the kids at my in laws house, ( as Chad was off and running to buy said hitch, look at other trucks with the neighbor to see how hitches are installed, then actually spending the 8+ hours to install this hitch...) which on a side note , I would in the future pay the $300 to have a hitch installed, really is $300 that much? Would have saved me a LOT of time where I was trying desperately to fulfill my never ending duties as a mom and at the same time be on my toes enough so only a small portion of my in laws collectibles and special Nick knacks were not totally destroyed my Coy the tank..sadly we did have a few casualties despite our best efforts, sorry Mom and Dad :(
ok ok, the best story...the drive home. Well we were off, Chad solo again in the truck, I tried but again no child was to be pawned off to Dad, and Me again, sole adult in a van with a 2 and a half old a 18 month old and 5 month old twins, ready to begin the 4+ hour drive home.
I was prepared as I could be. Everyone fed, changed, babies ready to take their first nap on the onset of our drive. I should be guaranteed at least 1 hour of quiet while the twins slept and the DVD did its job on the other two...but no...I had to stop for gas 20 minutes into the drive, ( bad planning number 1...NEVER stop for gas that early into a trip, I know this, I just slipped up this time) this stop in turn woke the twins and stirred Coy and Mia from their TV comas...and the fun began! Cut to 2 Hours later we are on highway 63, babies still crying even though a pit stop at the rest stop had them fed and changed they could not be soothed....we are only about an hour and a half from home, I am rattled already from the crying but I think I can take another hour before I crack..one more hour, that's all, we can do it!
Life and luck had another plan for me...who could have anticipated 3 over sized, crazy huge loads of god knows what kinds of equipment being sent up for the Oil plants in town. Arn't they supposed to do these kinds of things in the middle of the night when no one was on the highway?? SO here we are 5 hours into the drive, in a van, one adult 4 kids, going 55km an hour down highway 63 stuck behind this equipment which at one point I hoped fell off the trucks and hit my own van to just put me out of my misery....the twins relentless in their screams ( for such happy babies who never cry they sure do have stamina and a power house set of lungs on them) and now Mia two sippy cups of juice later has to pee...I am first in a caravan of ticked off drivers stuck behind this madness, I have no where to stop, there are no side roads to pull off onto, no rest stops, no safe place to even pull to the shoulder so Mia could just pee on the road...now I am almost in tears my patience has been chipped away to nothing, Mia is in tears from having to pee, the twins STILL in tears, and Coy, well the one high point, he has been sleeping through all this madness. Not even Dora and her backpack of useful things can get me out of this mess.....Well Mia and her stubbornness refuses to pee her pants, her bladder will have to literally explode, I REALLY don't want her to pee in her car seat anyway, so what to do, what to do????...I dig around in the diaper bag and find a diaper, ( oh yes I forgot to mention that while stopped 2 hours prior to feed the twins, I had another "good idea" and let the two big kids play in this big puddle to get rid of some energy, in turn they endedup soaked and dirty and getting rid of their clothes, so Mia has been naked this last leg of the drive) So I hand Mia a diaper, her and I together do a delicate ballet of getting it scooted under her little tush while she is still strapped in her car seat and while I try to keep my van on the road... low and behold, she pees...by the grace of god in the diaper and no where else! Our van is still in our lane of traffic and some of the crying stops! Yea! Could this be counted as a highlight to the trip???
So in conclusion I have learned some valuable lessons from this trip....I will NEVER again travel by myself with all 4 kids. ( not in the near future anyway) although Mia has a bladder of steel two sippy cups of juice are 1 too many, Coy sleeps better in a van full of crying people than he does in his dark quiet room, and did I mention I will never drive alone again?
So our next leg of " holidays" is fast approaching and we are packing the 5th wheel today...lets see what kind of fun this one brings
:)
Friday, August 14, 2009
My Sign
Remember that comedian that said people should wear a sign...(I think it was a sign of stupidity.." heres your sign...now who was that again??) Anyway....so I have decided that I would like to wear a sign. I dont know if its my insecurities as a woman or my incessent need to eplain myself ALL THE TIME, or even my need to make excuses for myself, but this is what I would like...to wear a sign for all to see called my " sorry but.." ( fill in excuse) sign.
Let me explain. It would be worn only when I am actually out alone without my kids. For some reason when I have 4 babies all with my shopping at extra foods, or at the park or even at the gym I get a lot of sweet admiring looks from strangers, a lot of good conversations and really see the lovley side of people...however, when I am out alone ( granted this doesnt happen often) I would like the world to know my history...well, just that I have 4 kids all under 3 years old and my husband gave me a 2 second warning that it was ok to leave this house for 30 minutes alone to go get that milk, but only if I go RIGHT now, so THIS is why I have oatmeal in my hair, snot on my shoulder, or my stretchy pants look just that TEENY bit too stretched...I do care, I really really do care about how I present myself to the world and I wish I had the time to reflect this but alas I dont. Even before I can get dressed in the morning I have to change 3 diapers, undress and re-dress 4 kids, boil that pot of water for the daily bottles, get the right cartoon on as a distraction so I can get the oatmeal cooking on the stove, get the babies in the highchairs get the folded laundry OFF that arm chair before Coy sees it and so on and so on...so next time you see me at the gym at 10am and I have a slightly dirty t-shirt on and some worn out joggers, let me just say this...I TRY! I have been TRYING since 6am to just get here!! And you lulu lemon, blush and mascara, slick perfect pony tailed type girls ought to know that as you jog there on your treadmill, NOT sweating and all in your gym perfection, and you dream of the day when that boyfriend of yours gets down on one knee and propses... take another quick glance at me and see your future for what it really is...dirty diapers, snotty shoulders and greasy hair but trust me its pretty awesome too, but please dont judge me with those false eyelashes of yours it hurts.... So yes, if I could wear a small sign to state all the above that would be great...now I must go, I hear crying
:)
Let me explain. It would be worn only when I am actually out alone without my kids. For some reason when I have 4 babies all with my shopping at extra foods, or at the park or even at the gym I get a lot of sweet admiring looks from strangers, a lot of good conversations and really see the lovley side of people...however, when I am out alone ( granted this doesnt happen often) I would like the world to know my history...well, just that I have 4 kids all under 3 years old and my husband gave me a 2 second warning that it was ok to leave this house for 30 minutes alone to go get that milk, but only if I go RIGHT now, so THIS is why I have oatmeal in my hair, snot on my shoulder, or my stretchy pants look just that TEENY bit too stretched...I do care, I really really do care about how I present myself to the world and I wish I had the time to reflect this but alas I dont. Even before I can get dressed in the morning I have to change 3 diapers, undress and re-dress 4 kids, boil that pot of water for the daily bottles, get the right cartoon on as a distraction so I can get the oatmeal cooking on the stove, get the babies in the highchairs get the folded laundry OFF that arm chair before Coy sees it and so on and so on...so next time you see me at the gym at 10am and I have a slightly dirty t-shirt on and some worn out joggers, let me just say this...I TRY! I have been TRYING since 6am to just get here!! And you lulu lemon, blush and mascara, slick perfect pony tailed type girls ought to know that as you jog there on your treadmill, NOT sweating and all in your gym perfection, and you dream of the day when that boyfriend of yours gets down on one knee and propses... take another quick glance at me and see your future for what it really is...dirty diapers, snotty shoulders and greasy hair but trust me its pretty awesome too, but please dont judge me with those false eyelashes of yours it hurts.... So yes, if I could wear a small sign to state all the above that would be great...now I must go, I hear crying
:)
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Who do you call when...??
So this post will be short and to the point...( as tonight I am trying to scrounge up the small details of my children's lives and add them to their scrapbooks before I lose my mind and we never know Coys favorite food or bedtime story)
So this is all about my Coy boy, I have noted prior that he loves to eat anything....and I guess drink anything too???
OK, I said I would be brief he we go, ( side note: please reserve judgement on me as a parent until the children are grown and we can really see how they turn out, and if indeed they are normal or.... not normal)
Coy had a bath after supper, very normal. Coy got out of bath clean and naked. Very normal. Coy ran around the island in the kitchen naked. Again, normal... As I stand in the other room observing Coy with motherly love and affection, I see him brace into his " I am going to pee on the floor" pose.....so he pees on the floor in the kitchen ( sadly this is more normal than I would like as well) So as I am making my way over many a toy to get to him to clean up, the not normal happened. Coy got down on all fours and .....I cringe as I write this.....lapped up some pee......EWWWWWW!!! You can guess what I felt as I'm sure you feel it now and it wasn't that he actually got that much before I reached him but still, do I need to call poison control? Health link? The ER?? However as I am pretty busy most nights, another situation called me away after the pee was clean and Coy freshly diapered so I never did call anyone and so far Coy is still alive. Yuck...so there you have it, as short as I could have made it :)
So this is all about my Coy boy, I have noted prior that he loves to eat anything....and I guess drink anything too???
OK, I said I would be brief he we go, ( side note: please reserve judgement on me as a parent until the children are grown and we can really see how they turn out, and if indeed they are normal or.... not normal)
Coy had a bath after supper, very normal. Coy got out of bath clean and naked. Very normal. Coy ran around the island in the kitchen naked. Again, normal... As I stand in the other room observing Coy with motherly love and affection, I see him brace into his " I am going to pee on the floor" pose.....so he pees on the floor in the kitchen ( sadly this is more normal than I would like as well) So as I am making my way over many a toy to get to him to clean up, the not normal happened. Coy got down on all fours and .....I cringe as I write this.....lapped up some pee......EWWWWWW!!! You can guess what I felt as I'm sure you feel it now and it wasn't that he actually got that much before I reached him but still, do I need to call poison control? Health link? The ER?? However as I am pretty busy most nights, another situation called me away after the pee was clean and Coy freshly diapered so I never did call anyone and so far Coy is still alive. Yuck...so there you have it, as short as I could have made it :)
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