We brought the month in with a bit of madness. Between softball games, baseball games, birthday parties, mother's day muffins and tea at the kids schools, end of the year parties, field days, family picnics and registering our little man for kindergarten I feel like I am losing my mind. But the kids are happy so I guess that is what matters.
Tyler will graduate from preschool on Wednesday. It is hard to believe that in August he will start kindergarten. I am still not 100% sure it is the right decision for him. I am worried that his lack of interest in school and learning is going to make for an interesting first year. I can only hope that he has a teacher with lots of patience. I also hope she has a good sense of humor because he can come up with some doozies.
Rebecca has almost finished her first year in kindergarten. It is amazing to me to look at all she can do. She loves to read and says science is her favorite subject. She clearly gets that last part from her daddy. She played softball this season. She loved it. She wants to play again next year. So far she isn't interested in trying any additional sports so I guess she will stick with just that.
And Jason... he will finish up his first year in preschool on Tuesday. In July he will turn 3 years old. That is the hardest thing for me to believe. He is Mr. Independent and has at least 3 tantrums a day. His screaming occurs so often I honestly don't think I hear it anymore. He thinks he is as old as his brother and tries to do everything Tyler does.
The hubby and I have been busy as well. He put down all new floors in the first floor of our house. It looks so good. I can't even describe how happy I am to be rid of the carpet. He also helped coach Rebecca's softball team. She loved having her daddy as the coach. He has also been playing tennis. As for me, I have been mostly busy trying to keep up with everyones activities. But I have managed to have lots of nice "me" time as well as nights out with the girls.
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Oh Thanksgiving...you came too quickly this week!
Wow.As I am sitting on the couch typing this post, I am literary exhausted.
I have spent the last week with a sick, cranky 2 year old. One who will not leave my leg. He has been clinging to it when I am not holding him. The hubby took him to our wonderful md (and I mean that sincerely) last week. He had double ear infections. So they put him on a heavy dose antibiotic. Said antibiotic gave him such diarrhea that he developed the worst diaper rash I have ever seen in my 6 years as a mommy. Yesterday I took the almost 6 year old to the md (more on that in a minute) and mentioned the problem to my md. I didn't have the Little Dude with me and of course she wanted to see him. So back we went today. And I found out he had developed a staph infection from the rash. Ugh! So I had to fill another script for him. Now he is taking two antibiotics. I am sure this will be great for the tummy.
Yesterday I took the almost 6 year old drama queen for her physical. She is doing well. Nothing to report. She is still tiny. But still on her own little 8% curve. The md. said she much rather her be on this end than the other. And especially since she eats well. So I was happy for that. We also were able to get her asthma diagnosis reversed because she hasn't had an "attack" in over a year. She was diagnosed at 1 year old and I have been trying to get the label taken off her chart ever since. I do think she has breathing issues when she gets a cold, but I am not sure she needs the asthmatic label. So I was very happy about that. The doctor was also able to give her the flu mist instead of the shot because of it. But she was up for a immunization of some sort. Yes, I should no what they gave her. But I don't. I am not that kind of mom. I give my kids immunizations so that they don't get funky diseases. I respect the opinion of those who don't believe in them, but I am just not one of those people. So anyway back the Drama Queen...as we are sitting in the room she tells me "Mommy, if I get a shot today I am not going to cry". I was like "yeah okay, why?". And she told me that now that she is 6, she can't be a baby and only a baby would cry when getting their shots. So I was a little shocked at this new attitude. I mean she isn't one of the kids who I have to drag to the md., nor do we have to hold her down when she gets shots, or chase her around the room, but she definitely cries. But yesterday my trooper squeezed her eyes really tight to stop the tears and just smiled after the shot. I was in shock. And very proud of her!!!
On Monday, I started to feel my own throat getting sore. I started drinking tea and honey to ward off the sickness. I also had a milkshake to try and coat it. Which really just hurt my lactose intolerant stomach more than helped my throat. And yesterday as the day went on, my throat got worse and worse. By midnight when I could barely even swallow. I had taken 4 Motrin (800 mg) and felt like I was going to have to call in sick today. Ha ha, I know. I would have told the hubby but he was out at poker night with the guys and not even home yet for me to complain to. So instead I took some benadryl and prayed it would put me to sleep. Oh yeah and at like 11:30am, I tried to get seen by the md. because I was slightly worried it could be strep. The kiddos I babysit for had it last week and I had spent all day Monday with them. But of course I couldn't get an appt. until 5:30 on Wed. What a pain! But anyway, it must have been a nasal drip because the benadryl dried me up and my throat really isn't hurting anymore. But luckily, my kids wonderful md. took a look in my throat and ears and gave me a strep test when I was in the office. She said it seemed like I am coming down with a cold. Sometimes I wish God knew that there is no time for a cold in my plans until at least January. I mean, seriously?
So today, I took the Little Dude to the md. We were there forever. And then stopped at my friends house to pick up the kids. I had a glass of wine because she twisted my arm. After the kids cleaned up the toys, we headed on home to pack them up for a night at the grandparents.
The hubby and I went to Wal-Mart to pick up some beer and wine for tomorrow. Then we came home and started prepping the food. I made an gooey butter cake from Paula Deen. I'll upload a picture later and a recipe.
While the cake was baking, I finished up all our Disney plans. I printed out our touring plans and made an itinerary with all our meal reservations and what not. I was supposed to pack tonight but I think I will as soon as I get up in the morning.
Then I have to finish all the prepping, insert the leaf into my dining room table, set the table, pick up the kids, and clean up the kids rooms, especially their bathroom. I also need to plan out the Black Friday plan of attack. P (the bf) and I are going shopping together. I don't think either of us know what the heck we are buying so I need to figure that out soon.
Okay I think I need to go to bed now. Have a Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow and remember to think about all you have to be thankful for!
I have spent the last week with a sick, cranky 2 year old. One who will not leave my leg. He has been clinging to it when I am not holding him. The hubby took him to our wonderful md (and I mean that sincerely) last week. He had double ear infections. So they put him on a heavy dose antibiotic. Said antibiotic gave him such diarrhea that he developed the worst diaper rash I have ever seen in my 6 years as a mommy. Yesterday I took the almost 6 year old to the md (more on that in a minute) and mentioned the problem to my md. I didn't have the Little Dude with me and of course she wanted to see him. So back we went today. And I found out he had developed a staph infection from the rash. Ugh! So I had to fill another script for him. Now he is taking two antibiotics. I am sure this will be great for the tummy.
Yesterday I took the almost 6 year old drama queen for her physical. She is doing well. Nothing to report. She is still tiny. But still on her own little 8% curve. The md. said she much rather her be on this end than the other. And especially since she eats well. So I was happy for that. We also were able to get her asthma diagnosis reversed because she hasn't had an "attack" in over a year. She was diagnosed at 1 year old and I have been trying to get the label taken off her chart ever since. I do think she has breathing issues when she gets a cold, but I am not sure she needs the asthmatic label. So I was very happy about that. The doctor was also able to give her the flu mist instead of the shot because of it. But she was up for a immunization of some sort. Yes, I should no what they gave her. But I don't. I am not that kind of mom. I give my kids immunizations so that they don't get funky diseases. I respect the opinion of those who don't believe in them, but I am just not one of those people. So anyway back the Drama Queen...as we are sitting in the room she tells me "Mommy, if I get a shot today I am not going to cry". I was like "yeah okay, why?". And she told me that now that she is 6, she can't be a baby and only a baby would cry when getting their shots. So I was a little shocked at this new attitude. I mean she isn't one of the kids who I have to drag to the md., nor do we have to hold her down when she gets shots, or chase her around the room, but she definitely cries. But yesterday my trooper squeezed her eyes really tight to stop the tears and just smiled after the shot. I was in shock. And very proud of her!!!
On Monday, I started to feel my own throat getting sore. I started drinking tea and honey to ward off the sickness. I also had a milkshake to try and coat it. Which really just hurt my lactose intolerant stomach more than helped my throat. And yesterday as the day went on, my throat got worse and worse. By midnight when I could barely even swallow. I had taken 4 Motrin (800 mg) and felt like I was going to have to call in sick today. Ha ha, I know. I would have told the hubby but he was out at poker night with the guys and not even home yet for me to complain to. So instead I took some benadryl and prayed it would put me to sleep. Oh yeah and at like 11:30am, I tried to get seen by the md. because I was slightly worried it could be strep. The kiddos I babysit for had it last week and I had spent all day Monday with them. But of course I couldn't get an appt. until 5:30 on Wed. What a pain! But anyway, it must have been a nasal drip because the benadryl dried me up and my throat really isn't hurting anymore. But luckily, my kids wonderful md. took a look in my throat and ears and gave me a strep test when I was in the office. She said it seemed like I am coming down with a cold. Sometimes I wish God knew that there is no time for a cold in my plans until at least January. I mean, seriously?
So today, I took the Little Dude to the md. We were there forever. And then stopped at my friends house to pick up the kids. I had a glass of wine because she twisted my arm. After the kids cleaned up the toys, we headed on home to pack them up for a night at the grandparents.
The hubby and I went to Wal-Mart to pick up some beer and wine for tomorrow. Then we came home and started prepping the food. I made an gooey butter cake from Paula Deen. I'll upload a picture later and a recipe.
While the cake was baking, I finished up all our Disney plans. I printed out our touring plans and made an itinerary with all our meal reservations and what not. I was supposed to pack tonight but I think I will as soon as I get up in the morning.
Then I have to finish all the prepping, insert the leaf into my dining room table, set the table, pick up the kids, and clean up the kids rooms, especially their bathroom. I also need to plan out the Black Friday plan of attack. P (the bf) and I are going shopping together. I don't think either of us know what the heck we are buying so I need to figure that out soon.
Okay I think I need to go to bed now. Have a Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow and remember to think about all you have to be thankful for!
One of those days
Have you ever had one of those days where you feel completely incompetent? Especially as a parent or in my case, as a mom?
Today was that day! It started off with a kindergartner who is super slow forgetting her homework because I rushed her to catch the bus. And by rush, I mean I sent her running down the street after it. After that I dropped off the other kids and realized I forgot to put the laundry in the dryer. So on my way to a meeting I had to stop home for that. Post meeting, I had to go home and pick up karate uniform for belt test.
Off to carpool/afternoon pick up at two different schools. This year I have three kids at three different schools. It is going to be a logistical nightmare I'm afraid. So I picked up at school 1, rushed down to school 2, where my baby, a.k.a the Little Dude, was fast asleep in his teachers arms....where he cried himself to sleep because he wanted me. Fabulous (please note the sarcasm here),an now he will become "that" kid to the teachers.
Off to karate for belt testing. When we first got there, Little Man had a complete meltdown over water. the teacher said he had never seen him cry before. Well that should have been my first clue just to take him home. I apparently forgot the Little Man's pants. This was take two for testing because last weeks test didn't go so well. His teacher was going to give him a belt even though he was terrible but I convinced him otherwise. Today's test was going well until about the last 5 minutes when the class starting acting extremely silly and not listening to our teacher. So no belt again. This didn't really bother me. What bothered me was the huge tantrum the Little Man threw when I forced him to apologize for his bad behavior. It went from bad to worse. There was a tantrum about his booster seat, his water bottle and refusing to wear a seat belt. He isn't the best behaved kid, but also isn't normally this bad either. When we got home, he sat in time out but I am not sure he gets it.
The playroom clean up before dinner was a disaster, too. Thankfully the hubby was home and helped with this. Both boys ended up in time out while their sister cleaned the whole room. So they had to suffer with no dessert after dinner. This caused both of them to run from the dinner table crying instead of eating dinner. Finally after 30 minutes of punishment/time-outs they ate their food.
We put them to bed at 6:45 tonight. Can you blame me?
Today was that day! It started off with a kindergartner who is super slow forgetting her homework because I rushed her to catch the bus. And by rush, I mean I sent her running down the street after it. After that I dropped off the other kids and realized I forgot to put the laundry in the dryer. So on my way to a meeting I had to stop home for that. Post meeting, I had to go home and pick up karate uniform for belt test.
Off to carpool/afternoon pick up at two different schools. This year I have three kids at three different schools. It is going to be a logistical nightmare I'm afraid. So I picked up at school 1, rushed down to school 2, where my baby, a.k.a the Little Dude, was fast asleep in his teachers arms....where he cried himself to sleep because he wanted me. Fabulous (please note the sarcasm here),an now he will become "that" kid to the teachers.
Off to karate for belt testing. When we first got there, Little Man had a complete meltdown over water. the teacher said he had never seen him cry before. Well that should have been my first clue just to take him home. I apparently forgot the Little Man's pants. This was take two for testing because last weeks test didn't go so well. His teacher was going to give him a belt even though he was terrible but I convinced him otherwise. Today's test was going well until about the last 5 minutes when the class starting acting extremely silly and not listening to our teacher. So no belt again. This didn't really bother me. What bothered me was the huge tantrum the Little Man threw when I forced him to apologize for his bad behavior. It went from bad to worse. There was a tantrum about his booster seat, his water bottle and refusing to wear a seat belt. He isn't the best behaved kid, but also isn't normally this bad either. When we got home, he sat in time out but I am not sure he gets it.
The playroom clean up before dinner was a disaster, too. Thankfully the hubby was home and helped with this. Both boys ended up in time out while their sister cleaned the whole room. So they had to suffer with no dessert after dinner. This caused both of them to run from the dinner table crying instead of eating dinner. Finally after 30 minutes of punishment/time-outs they ate their food.
We put them to bed at 6:45 tonight. Can you blame me?
Piece of Work
So those of you who know me, know it was definitely the little dude who put me over the edge. Before that I was a semi stressed mom of two. After he got old enough to get into trouble, he outdoes himself daily. So there has been mineral makeup in the carpet, a blue face full of eyeshadow, a broken shade that either he or SK did but today, today really took the cake. Little dude took off his shirt and colored his belly with magic markers. Which are only magic in the respect that they don't come off even though they were sold at the Disney store. Seriously. It. Is. All. Over. And what does the little guy tell me to make me feel better about todays chaos. He says "J., you really are a piece of work". He got that right!
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