We made it home yesterday from our journey to Georgia over the holidays. It took two whole days, but we made it. We discovered when we got home that something moved in to our home while we were away....
Andy the squirrel moved in to the garage. He must have slipped in while Michael was packing up his truck to leave. He had it made because in my craft bin, I had some reindeer food in little baggies that didn't sell and Michael had put our tree in the garage so the needles wouldn't fall off in the house and it even still had water in the bottom. So Andy had food, shelter and water. Also, do you know what happens when a squirrel eats oatmeal, bird seed and glitter mixed together? It poops glitter. I would take a photo of all the effing glitter poop, but it was too gross to look at. And to top it all off, the litter effer didn't want to leave the garage. It took over an hour to get him out. We officially feel like the Griswold's!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
On the road again...
Ahh, today we make the dreaded long arse drive back home. Fun times I'd say. Our travels consist of 4 LARGE, very LARGE contico boxes full of toys (I'll post a pic later), three children (preschool, toddler and infant stages), two dogs (one 9 years old and one 50# puppy)and two exhausted and ready to be home parents. Not all in one vehicle of course. We each drove seperately. YAY me! Please pray we make it there still married.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
babies=$$$
FYI: BABIES/CHILDREN COST MONEY!!!!
Go ahead and think I am a bitch, it's okay, lots of other people think I am and after this post you probably will too. But let's be real, having children cost money. With that said, how do you feel about families on government assistance? I am all for the services that are out there for the needy. But what I cannot stand are the lazy ass individuals that are out there milking the system for all it's worth.
I have read about/ seen many a families where both parents are in school and don't work or only one parent works part-time and they have one child and decide to have another. Now, I know it isn't any of my beeswax how other families work, but I find it totally irresponsible how a family like this operates. This family of three, soon to be four receives all kinds of assistance and can't pay their bills. Why on earth would you intentially bring another child into this world when you can't hardly afford the one you have or pay your bills or afford to put food on the table? It blows me away.
Once upon a time I felt sorry for people like this, but not anymore. My husband works his arse off to provide for our family. We but our chops off budgeting and saving for emergencies and our future. We struggle, but we make it work. We also know that our wallets (or our minds for that matter) cannot handle a fourth child.
Ok, I am done. I am just sick and tired of seeing people take advantage of the system.
Go ahead and think I am a bitch, it's okay, lots of other people think I am and after this post you probably will too. But let's be real, having children cost money. With that said, how do you feel about families on government assistance? I am all for the services that are out there for the needy. But what I cannot stand are the lazy ass individuals that are out there milking the system for all it's worth.
I have read about/ seen many a families where both parents are in school and don't work or only one parent works part-time and they have one child and decide to have another. Now, I know it isn't any of my beeswax how other families work, but I find it totally irresponsible how a family like this operates. This family of three, soon to be four receives all kinds of assistance and can't pay their bills. Why on earth would you intentially bring another child into this world when you can't hardly afford the one you have or pay your bills or afford to put food on the table? It blows me away.
Once upon a time I felt sorry for people like this, but not anymore. My husband works his arse off to provide for our family. We but our chops off budgeting and saving for emergencies and our future. We struggle, but we make it work. We also know that our wallets (or our minds for that matter) cannot handle a fourth child.
Ok, I am done. I am just sick and tired of seeing people take advantage of the system.
December from H E double hockey sticks!
Oh my word. This December has been a month from hell. I mean pure hell for my small family of 5. To start things off, my beloved younger passed away, on my birthday. Two days later, my husbands grandmother passed away. The night before my cousins services, the baby ended up in the hospital after testing positive for RSV and was there for three nights with signs of pneumonia. Then, Christmas Eve, I fell down the stairs of my in-laws deck and broke a toe. Then I didn't hear my parents knocking on the door Christmas morning (they were coming to watch Santa's reveal). All this and we still haven't even made our trek back to Kansas. I hope and pray for a peaceful 2011.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
long overdue..
Yes, I have abandoned my blogging for quite some time. But I must say that I am a busy woman. I have three children ages 4, 1 and 8 months. And yes, that is enough birth control to last me a lifetime. Anyway, I am able to sit here and blog with my eyes open because after a mini meltdown, my darling husband and I came up with a "In Charge of Children" schedule. And tonight is his night. I am going to love this, him, not so much.
I have been listening to the sounds of children splashing water in the tub with a daddy yelling, " Keep the water in!" and "Please don't spit toothpaste on me!" and " please let me put this diaper on you!", "yes, I will get the water for you in a second", "no, only one book", and so on and so on. And what is funny is, he still has the third kid to go! He is so hating life right now. But he is getting a dose of my life.
I do have to add that he is a great father, but our roles in the home have kind of been old-fashioned and I really needed a break from it. We now have an alternating schedule of being "in charge". I hope this brings us both something or another! Now, where did I set that wine glass of mine?
I have been listening to the sounds of children splashing water in the tub with a daddy yelling, " Keep the water in!" and "Please don't spit toothpaste on me!" and " please let me put this diaper on you!", "yes, I will get the water for you in a second", "no, only one book", and so on and so on. And what is funny is, he still has the third kid to go! He is so hating life right now. But he is getting a dose of my life.
I do have to add that he is a great father, but our roles in the home have kind of been old-fashioned and I really needed a break from it. We now have an alternating schedule of being "in charge". I hope this brings us both something or another! Now, where did I set that wine glass of mine?
Monday, September 13, 2010
I LOVE IT HERE!
Okay Grammy, close your eyes. I LOVE IT HERE IN KANSAS! I know you don't want to hear that because you miss us and we miss you too, but I am really loving this area. It shouldn't be confused with the Mid-West (I thought it was but was corrected recently) because Kansas is in the Plains and Rockies region.
What I am loving the most is the hospitality of the people here. I have yet to come across anyone rude (minus that effing Lansing cop that was insistent on writing me a $130 speeding ticket for only going 51 in a 40). But I have to admit that my most favorite is the farmer's market. This isn't like any old farmer's market (especially the kind I grew up going to). Twice a week I have been loading up the kiddos and the stroller and heading down to Haymarket Square. Armed with my checkbook (yes, I said checkbook. I usually forget to take cash and those little ole farmers don't take a debit card) the kids and I load up on the freshest produce, meats and flowers. I usually spend about $35 each visit, but we eat a lot of produce and I would rather pay this price than paying for that rotten stuff I blogged about earlier.
On my last visit, I loaded up on small okra pods, pickling cucumbers, apples, pears, green beans, potatoes, onions, tomatoes, zucchini, squash, and some cinnamon rolls from Mama Gina's. I am going to make Michael some pickled okra and some pickles and last night I made the best pot of green beans with potatoes. I could have eaten the entire pot!
So Grammy, if you want some yummy fresh produce, come visit us!! We miss you!
I turned this:
into this!
What I am loving the most is the hospitality of the people here. I have yet to come across anyone rude (minus that effing Lansing cop that was insistent on writing me a $130 speeding ticket for only going 51 in a 40). But I have to admit that my most favorite is the farmer's market. This isn't like any old farmer's market (especially the kind I grew up going to). Twice a week I have been loading up the kiddos and the stroller and heading down to Haymarket Square. Armed with my checkbook (yes, I said checkbook. I usually forget to take cash and those little ole farmers don't take a debit card) the kids and I load up on the freshest produce, meats and flowers. I usually spend about $35 each visit, but we eat a lot of produce and I would rather pay this price than paying for that rotten stuff I blogged about earlier.
On my last visit, I loaded up on small okra pods, pickling cucumbers, apples, pears, green beans, potatoes, onions, tomatoes, zucchini, squash, and some cinnamon rolls from Mama Gina's. I am going to make Michael some pickled okra and some pickles and last night I made the best pot of green beans with potatoes. I could have eaten the entire pot!
So Grammy, if you want some yummy fresh produce, come visit us!! We miss you!
I turned this:
into this!
Monday, September 6, 2010
Sir Beauregard
I have waited one LONG week to post about the newest addition to our family. Sunday before last, we loaded up the kiddos and drove to the other side of Kansas City and adopted the newest additon to our family. We rescued Sir Beauregard. We call him Beau or Bo-Bo, or "HOLY FREAKING COW DOG!, HOW MUCH DO YOU PEE?!"
He is a cutie patootie, but I forgot what it was like to housebreak a puppy. Beau is St. Bernard / Blue Tick Coonhound mix. Odd combination right? Well here is his story:
Beau's Mom, Dolly, belonged to a rancher and was basically taken advantage of by a St. Bernard. The rancher stopped feeding Dolly because he thought she was just getting fat. duh. Dolly ran off to the farm down the road and went into a horse stall and delivered all six of her pups, BY HERSELF! In case you don't know, there is a huge size difference between a Blue Tick Coonhound and a St. Bernard. Huge difference in size. The vet was amazed that Dolly delivered them without help because of the pups head size. Anyway, the pups were found and the owner of Dolly was called to come get her and the pups. He said sure, I'm just gonna drown the pups anyway. DROWN them?! Well, after that comment, the pups went straight to Erin's Midwest Animal Resq. The sad part is that the Momma dog, Dolly, is heartworm positive. She is such a sweet and good Momma. Long story short, all the pups and Momma have been rescued and will find wonderful homes such as ours.
Isn't he the cutest?
He is a cutie patootie, but I forgot what it was like to housebreak a puppy. Beau is St. Bernard / Blue Tick Coonhound mix. Odd combination right? Well here is his story:
Beau's Mom, Dolly, belonged to a rancher and was basically taken advantage of by a St. Bernard. The rancher stopped feeding Dolly because he thought she was just getting fat. duh. Dolly ran off to the farm down the road and went into a horse stall and delivered all six of her pups, BY HERSELF! In case you don't know, there is a huge size difference between a Blue Tick Coonhound and a St. Bernard. Huge difference in size. The vet was amazed that Dolly delivered them without help because of the pups head size. Anyway, the pups were found and the owner of Dolly was called to come get her and the pups. He said sure, I'm just gonna drown the pups anyway. DROWN them?! Well, after that comment, the pups went straight to Erin's Midwest Animal Resq. The sad part is that the Momma dog, Dolly, is heartworm positive. She is such a sweet and good Momma. Long story short, all the pups and Momma have been rescued and will find wonderful homes such as ours.
Isn't he the cutest?
Friday, August 27, 2010
Rotten
I am so very grateful for the benefits we receive as a Military family. We are blessed with wonderful health, dental and vision insurance. We have an Exchange (PX) where we pay no tax on items (plus they take coupons!) and we have our commissaries. (And don't forget the FANTABULOUS Class 6)
Commissaries. Yep, the wonderful commissary where you do not pay tax but you do pay a small surcharge on your total to cover the costs of running it. The baggers there work for tips only and not only are majority of items 30% cheaper than your normal grocery store, they also accept coupons (majority of manufacturs publish coupons only for commissaries, plus, if you are stationed overseas, the commissaries will take a coupon six months past it's expiration date).
Why am I blogging about the commissary? Because I am tired of purchasing produce and getting it home and it rotting 2 days later. Seriously. I am tired of wasting my money on produce that is cheaper and it just rotting. This week, I have had my strawberries, carrots, a couple of oranges and a few apples rot. Oh, and my corn. I will no longer purchase my produce there. I will pay more moolah for better produce. I'm thinking of joining an organic co-op. I hope they don't send me any beets. YUCK!
Commissaries. Yep, the wonderful commissary where you do not pay tax but you do pay a small surcharge on your total to cover the costs of running it. The baggers there work for tips only and not only are majority of items 30% cheaper than your normal grocery store, they also accept coupons (majority of manufacturs publish coupons only for commissaries, plus, if you are stationed overseas, the commissaries will take a coupon six months past it's expiration date).
Why am I blogging about the commissary? Because I am tired of purchasing produce and getting it home and it rotting 2 days later. Seriously. I am tired of wasting my money on produce that is cheaper and it just rotting. This week, I have had my strawberries, carrots, a couple of oranges and a few apples rot. Oh, and my corn. I will no longer purchase my produce there. I will pay more moolah for better produce. I'm thinking of joining an organic co-op. I hope they don't send me any beets. YUCK!
Friday, August 20, 2010
Groupon
So yesterday I joined Groupon. Good thing I finally took the plunge because I scored a $50 GAP giftcard for a mere $25! Yep, I can't wait to go jeans shopping once I lose some more weight. I am down 8 pounds by the way. YAY me!
So, if you want some pretty suh-WEET deals in your area, check out Groupon!
So, if you want some pretty suh-WEET deals in your area, check out Groupon!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Kissing.
Kissing is such an intimate thing to me. I reserve kisses for those nearest and dearest. Certain types of kisses are reserved for only my husband. The only people I kiss on the mouth are my husband and my children. I give my children pecks on the lips. I know one day they will make me stop, so I am getting all the smooches in I can. Other family members and friends I peck on the cheek. No harm in that. But when I say friends, I mean very, very close friends.
I once had a boyfriend that when we would kiss, he would always follow it with, "you kiss your momma like that?" He would tease me because I would peck her on the lips. He liked to joke and call me gay. He's now bald.
Anyway. I was once (kind, sorta still am. they all hate me because I am honest and don't worship the very ground they walk on. plus one chick thought I called her husband a terrorist because he's greek. she is your typical vegetarian that loves her crunchy ways, but then wants to barf over sweat pants. ok, that is for another post.) a member of a message board and the topic of kissing your children on the mouth came up. I cannot believe the mommas that do not kiss their babies on the mouth! I was astounded! I like to kiss my babies when their mouths are open and make a loud noise. They love it and squeal in delight.
Point being, do NOT kiss someone's kids on the mouth unless you are a relative (grandparents or parents). And please do NOT kiss my kids at all if you aren't a relative or have been friends with me for a year plus and we are super duper close.
my kissable babes
I once had a boyfriend that when we would kiss, he would always follow it with, "you kiss your momma like that?" He would tease me because I would peck her on the lips. He liked to joke and call me gay. He's now bald.
Anyway. I was once (kind, sorta still am. they all hate me because I am honest and don't worship the very ground they walk on. plus one chick thought I called her husband a terrorist because he's greek. she is your typical vegetarian that loves her crunchy ways, but then wants to barf over sweat pants. ok, that is for another post.) a member of a message board and the topic of kissing your children on the mouth came up. I cannot believe the mommas that do not kiss their babies on the mouth! I was astounded! I like to kiss my babies when their mouths are open and make a loud noise. They love it and squeal in delight.
Point being, do NOT kiss someone's kids on the mouth unless you are a relative (grandparents or parents). And please do NOT kiss my kids at all if you aren't a relative or have been friends with me for a year plus and we are super duper close.
my kissable babes
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
what town do I live in?!?!?
Oh man! On my way home today from the dentist, I witnessed a lady riding her electric wheel chair/scooter thingy down a 4 lane road!!!! If there hadn't been so many freaking cars behind me, I would have taken her photo to share. I swear, it was the funniest thing I have seen in a long time. Crazy ass Kansas folks!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Obesity
Yep. I was labeled OBESE yesterday by my doctor. I believe he also thinks I am crazy because I was only there to get a refill for my Zoloft and asked for a minor bump in dosage. The dosage I have been on was only because of my either being pregnant or nursing. It was a safe dose. I just wanted a bit more to help me with all my stresses. So I had to fill out an evaluation form asking me how depressed I was. But anyways.
Dr. Ben Stein (not really, but he sounds like him) sat there and gave me a lecture on how large I am. Really? I thought my clothes were spose to fit way too tight. I told him that I had just had 3 kids in 4 years and that 2 of them were back to back. You can't bounce back from a thing like that!!!!!
So, I am on a new quest to lose some of this weight. I have been waking up early (like 0515) to workout and have been keeping a food diary. I am going to spare you the details of my weight and just say that I need to lose 50 pounds. yes, 50 FREAKING POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!. So now I must stay glued to SparkPeople to track EVERYTHING.
please don't bring any chocolate or gravy around this house, I am weak for those!
Dr. Ben Stein (not really, but he sounds like him) sat there and gave me a lecture on how large I am. Really? I thought my clothes were spose to fit way too tight. I told him that I had just had 3 kids in 4 years and that 2 of them were back to back. You can't bounce back from a thing like that!!!!!
So, I am on a new quest to lose some of this weight. I have been waking up early (like 0515) to workout and have been keeping a food diary. I am going to spare you the details of my weight and just say that I need to lose 50 pounds. yes, 50 FREAKING POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!!. So now I must stay glued to SparkPeople to track EVERYTHING.
please don't bring any chocolate or gravy around this house, I am weak for those!
Sunday, August 8, 2010
New Dog
As many of you know, our dog Pudge passed away a few months ago. While we love Lucy, she needs someone to play with and you can so see it in her eyes that she misses her playmate in Pudge. Those two were inseperable. Lucy let him rule and dictate everything about them. She has become so lonely.
We are looking at new dogs is the point I am trying to drive home. Lucy was a rescue dog and we would love to do the same again with a new dog. But I want a younger dog. Not so much a puppy. Dear Lord, puppies are horrible! Their puppy breath could be bottled and I would purchase it, but not the training part of it. I have found a dog named Turner. Turner is a one year old brown lab/viszla mix. He has spunk like no other. Check out his video. He is so cute!
Call me crazy. I only have three children under the age of four and a husband that is in a master's program and a job that is equal to earning a master's. Oh and a dog already. I must be on CrAcK!
We are looking at new dogs is the point I am trying to drive home. Lucy was a rescue dog and we would love to do the same again with a new dog. But I want a younger dog. Not so much a puppy. Dear Lord, puppies are horrible! Their puppy breath could be bottled and I would purchase it, but not the training part of it. I have found a dog named Turner. Turner is a one year old brown lab/viszla mix. He has spunk like no other. Check out his video. He is so cute!
Call me crazy. I only have three children under the age of four and a husband that is in a master's program and a job that is equal to earning a master's. Oh and a dog already. I must be on CrAcK!
bored
yep. I am bored. I am at home with two snotty children. Darcy and Tristan both are snotty, snotty, snotty! Don't ya
just love seeing kids with a stream of snot flowing down their faces. UGH! Darcy is no where near as bad as Tristan. The poor little guy has been running a temp and pulling at his ears (I did take him to the doc on Friday b/c I thought he had an ear infection, nope.), drooling like crazy and just plain miserable. MISERABLE! Not chicken pox miserable, but pretty darn close. So right now he, Darcy and myself are on the couch while Michael and Tobbie has gone into the woods.
So, currently my new fashion style is SNOT! It is so in right now.
just love seeing kids with a stream of snot flowing down their faces. UGH! Darcy is no where near as bad as Tristan. The poor little guy has been running a temp and pulling at his ears (I did take him to the doc on Friday b/c I thought he had an ear infection, nope.), drooling like crazy and just plain miserable. MISERABLE! Not chicken pox miserable, but pretty darn close. So right now he, Darcy and myself are on the couch while Michael and Tobbie has gone into the woods.
So, currently my new fashion style is SNOT! It is so in right now.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Droid
I can now blog from my phone. SUH-WEET! this makes momma happy!
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Tuesday, July 6, 2010
VACAY recap...extremely overdue
Ok, the last time I blogged was before our 2 week getaway to Saint Simons Island off the coast of South Georgia. Yeah, that has been quite a while. But I can say that my life has been somewhat busy.
We spent two glorious weeks at the beach. The first week was with my family and the second week was with G.I. Mike's. It was wonderful because we had cousins, Grandparents and Grrrreeaat Grandparents to help us out with the kids. Also, muchos grassyass (like my spanish?) to Dr. Justice, the condo was marvelous dahling. I can say that a two week beach vacation is the way to reunite with your husband after a year long deployment.
Ok, so on our little holiday, we ate dinner twice, yes twice, at this little place called Blackwater Grill. Michael's parents had eaten there previously and highly recommend it. On a date night while there, we decided to check it out. Not only was the blackeyed susan cocktail delicious, but so was the fresh, homemade banana daquri. Our drinks were so tasty and then we couldn't decide on a single appetizer so we opted to just get two. It was a good thing because we wolfed them down! We got the
Boudin Fritters and the Blackwater sundae. You will have to go check out their website because if I start describing it, I am going to go into the kitchen and tear up what food we have. It was that good. For our entree's I had the shrimp and grits (heavenly, just heavenly) and Michael had the evenings fish special that was the Mahi Mahi. For dessert, he got the Key Lime Pie and I got their Bread Pudding. If you are ever in the area, please check it out. This place was featured last week on Food Networks Diners, Drive-ins and Dives with Guy Fieri . It was so delish, we went back another night!
Back to the beachy part! Tristan LOVED the beach. The boy thought he was in the worlds largets sandbox. Tobbie got very brave and started taking off her arm swimmies. Next year we are doing full on swim lessons. I would have put her in this year, but we have been so busy with the beach, G.I. Mike coming home and then the move (whole nother blog post for that). We miss it and can't wait to go back.
enjoy the photos!
my family
Miss Swimmy Fish
Michael's parents with the kiddos
me and G.I. Mike
Miss Darcy
Mr. Sandman
Our Family of Five. Together at last.
We spent two glorious weeks at the beach. The first week was with my family and the second week was with G.I. Mike's. It was wonderful because we had cousins, Grandparents and Grrrreeaat Grandparents to help us out with the kids. Also, muchos grassyass (like my spanish?) to Dr. Justice, the condo was marvelous dahling. I can say that a two week beach vacation is the way to reunite with your husband after a year long deployment.
Ok, so on our little holiday, we ate dinner twice, yes twice, at this little place called Blackwater Grill. Michael's parents had eaten there previously and highly recommend it. On a date night while there, we decided to check it out. Not only was the blackeyed susan cocktail delicious, but so was the fresh, homemade banana daquri. Our drinks were so tasty and then we couldn't decide on a single appetizer so we opted to just get two. It was a good thing because we wolfed them down! We got the
Boudin Fritters and the Blackwater sundae. You will have to go check out their website because if I start describing it, I am going to go into the kitchen and tear up what food we have. It was that good. For our entree's I had the shrimp and grits (heavenly, just heavenly) and Michael had the evenings fish special that was the Mahi Mahi. For dessert, he got the Key Lime Pie and I got their Bread Pudding. If you are ever in the area, please check it out. This place was featured last week on Food Networks Diners, Drive-ins and Dives with Guy Fieri . It was so delish, we went back another night!
Back to the beachy part! Tristan LOVED the beach. The boy thought he was in the worlds largets sandbox. Tobbie got very brave and started taking off her arm swimmies. Next year we are doing full on swim lessons. I would have put her in this year, but we have been so busy with the beach, G.I. Mike coming home and then the move (whole nother blog post for that). We miss it and can't wait to go back.
enjoy the photos!
my family
Miss Swimmy Fish
Michael's parents with the kiddos
me and G.I. Mike
Miss Darcy
Mr. Sandman
Our Family of Five. Together at last.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
ready for vacation already!!!!!
I cannot wait! The kids and I leave this weekend for a two week getaway. Yes, TWO WHOLE WEEKS!!! We are headed down to the coast to Saint Simons Island. My family will be with us the first week and then Michael's family will be with us the second week. It will be nice having them with us because we move the week after we return.
So, here are a few things I cannot wait for:
I cannot wait to get sand between my toes,
drinks,
drinks,
and more drinks!
oysters...
and shrimp!
But most of all, I am ready for this:
He is meeting us a few days into our trip and he will be done with his year long deployment!!!! Technically he has been gone longer than a year with the train up and all, but I cannot wait to have him back with us! I am so giddy I can't stand it!! Maybe my sleepless nights are because of this? Who knows and who cares?! He's coming home!
And he is already out of Iraq, he is sitting and waiting for a flight in Kuwait!!!!!!!
So, here are a few things I cannot wait for:
I cannot wait to get sand between my toes,
drinks,
drinks, 
and more drinks!oysters...
and shrimp!But most of all, I am ready for this:
He is meeting us a few days into our trip and he will be done with his year long deployment!!!! Technically he has been gone longer than a year with the train up and all, but I cannot wait to have him back with us! I am so giddy I can't stand it!! Maybe my sleepless nights are because of this? Who knows and who cares?! He's coming home! And he is already out of Iraq, he is sitting and waiting for a flight in Kuwait!!!!!!!
sleepless in...
hot, icky, muggy Georgia! And it isn't even hot here yet. That's ok, I will be gone before the really hot weather sets in. But then I will be in Kansas with their hot weather. Hopefully it won't as humid.
So, I am sleepless because in a couple of hours my stud muffin is on a plane to Kuwait. He is leaving Iraq and headed to Kuwait. He will be there for a couple of days, then he is headed to Fort Riley. Then he is home to us. Well, he is meeting us at the beach for a long vacation. What a great way to end this deployment! I SO cannot wait to see him! We were chatting today online and we were discussing what we both got from this deployment. I told him that I grew a stronger appreciation for him and how much we do need him here with us. That our family just doesn't feel complete with him gone. He in turn says that after 3 months I am going to be ready for him to ship out again. I don't think so. I love him and I miss him so much. The kids miss him. Especially Tobbie. She is a big time daddy's girl and this deployment has taken a toll on her.
Tobbie has had some bad behavior these past few weeks and it is really taking toll on our relationship. Today in a hysterical fit, she asked me if we could be friends again. I looked at her and said, "no. No we cannot be friends." I told her that I love her and that I like her, but that I am her mommy. And that mommies and their children cannot be friends. Of course that made her even more upset because she didn't understand what it was I was saying. I don't want to be her friend, I want to be her mother. I am here to guide her and to love her and to teach her to be a good person.
My older brother told me something the other day. He said that he uses it on his football players and that it also applied to parenting. "Deal with the pain of disipline or deal with the pain of disapointment." And it is true. I would rather deal with the pain of disipline now than to deal with an angry, out of control teenage girl. I don't want our relationship to be strained, but at the same time, I have to be a parent. Our home has rules and she is going to follow them.
I never realized how hard parenting was going to be. It's easy as apple pie when they are little. Especially when they can't talk back. I love my children and I want them to be responsible and productive in this world. I want them to be honest, kind and generous and to love life. I want them to be happy and joyful. I want them to fulfill their dreams. I want them to be better than me. Don't we all as parents want our children to do and be better than us? I don't want my children to make some of the same mistakes I have made in life. So, for you my children, DO WHAT YOUR MOTHER TELLS YOU, DON'T TALK BACK AND STAY OUT OF THE TOILET!
I love you my sweet babies!
So, I am sleepless because in a couple of hours my stud muffin is on a plane to Kuwait. He is leaving Iraq and headed to Kuwait. He will be there for a couple of days, then he is headed to Fort Riley. Then he is home to us. Well, he is meeting us at the beach for a long vacation. What a great way to end this deployment! I SO cannot wait to see him! We were chatting today online and we were discussing what we both got from this deployment. I told him that I grew a stronger appreciation for him and how much we do need him here with us. That our family just doesn't feel complete with him gone. He in turn says that after 3 months I am going to be ready for him to ship out again. I don't think so. I love him and I miss him so much. The kids miss him. Especially Tobbie. She is a big time daddy's girl and this deployment has taken a toll on her.
Tobbie has had some bad behavior these past few weeks and it is really taking toll on our relationship. Today in a hysterical fit, she asked me if we could be friends again. I looked at her and said, "no. No we cannot be friends." I told her that I love her and that I like her, but that I am her mommy. And that mommies and their children cannot be friends. Of course that made her even more upset because she didn't understand what it was I was saying. I don't want to be her friend, I want to be her mother. I am here to guide her and to love her and to teach her to be a good person.
My older brother told me something the other day. He said that he uses it on his football players and that it also applied to parenting. "Deal with the pain of disipline or deal with the pain of disapointment." And it is true. I would rather deal with the pain of disipline now than to deal with an angry, out of control teenage girl. I don't want our relationship to be strained, but at the same time, I have to be a parent. Our home has rules and she is going to follow them.
I never realized how hard parenting was going to be. It's easy as apple pie when they are little. Especially when they can't talk back. I love my children and I want them to be responsible and productive in this world. I want them to be honest, kind and generous and to love life. I want them to be happy and joyful. I want them to fulfill their dreams. I want them to be better than me. Don't we all as parents want our children to do and be better than us? I don't want my children to make some of the same mistakes I have made in life. So, for you my children, DO WHAT YOUR MOTHER TELLS YOU, DON'T TALK BACK AND STAY OUT OF THE TOILET!
I love you my sweet babies!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
A day at the lake...
Sunday I loaded up the kids and the dog and we headed for my older brother's lake house in Jackson. Sunscreen was slathered on Tobbie and Tristan, my mom stayed in with Darcy and I put both kiddos on the raft behind the boat! Tobbie loved and said that she wants her daddy to buy her a boat when he comes home! I laughed because I think he will buy her what ever she wants. Anyway, a fun time was had by all and the kids got to go on the boat. Thanks Chad, we had an awesome time! Love you!
Corey getting T-Bone suited up
Tobbie and Captain Chad
Corey, T-Bone, Callie & Lindsey
Callie, Sweet T & Lindsey
Chad "surfing" behind the boat
Corey getting T-Bone suited up
Tobbie and Captain Chad 
Corey, T-Bone, Callie & Lindsey
Callie, Sweet T & Lindsey
Chad "surfing" behind the boat
Tobbie's First Dance Recital
This past weekend was super busy. Tobbie had her very first dance recital and I must say, she did better than I ever expected her to!
The theme was Story Book Princesses. The dance studio had three girls graduating this year so each of them was a princess. Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and Belle from Beauty and The Beast. Tobbie was a bumble bee in the Beauty and the Beast. They came running out like a swarm of bees and acted like they were going to attack the Beast. But honestly, the guy that played the Beast was kind of cute (he is one of the gymnastic coaches), and I think all the little girls thought so too!
I think all the little girls in her class had a wonderful time and I could not have asked for a better dance instructor for Tobbie's first year in ballet and tap. I hope to have many, many more years of dance recitals in my future.
The theme was Story Book Princesses. The dance studio had three girls graduating this year so each of them was a princess. Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and Belle from Beauty and The Beast. Tobbie was a bumble bee in the Beauty and the Beast. They came running out like a swarm of bees and acted like they were going to attack the Beast. But honestly, the guy that played the Beast was kind of cute (he is one of the gymnastic coaches), and I think all the little girls thought so too!
I think all the little girls in her class had a wonderful time and I could not have asked for a better dance instructor for Tobbie's first year in ballet and tap. I hope to have many, many more years of dance recitals in my future.
little boys...
are GROSS! I have learned from my handsome little Tristan that boys are just born gross! He amazes me withe grossness. His newest facination is the toilet bowl. If I haven't caught him licking it, he is standing (yes, standing) in it splashing all the water out of it. And what makes that horrid is that his older sister has gotten to where she doesn't like to flush. So there is my handsome little boy splashing around in pee water. PEE WATER!!! He also likes to brush his teeth with the toilet brush. It is in the cabinet that has a child lock on it, but he can now open those. GREAT.
Another one of his favorite things is to find (this is just disgusting, and I promise, I do look after my children, they don't just run amuck), gag, dog, gag, poop, gag, and eat it. GAG!!!! And then he thinks it is funny. It so is not.
And the boy can climb like it is no one's business! He will be climbing ropes by the end of the summer I do believe. He is always climbing on something. The back of the couch, the coffee table, my bed (that is on pedestals), the dinning room table, climbing into the toilet and into the tub.
I also catch him getting stuff out of the kitchen trash and eating it. Sometimes I think he is just hiding his snack in the trash to save it for later. And one of his favorite snacks is dog food. He loves our dog and likes to sit beside her while she eats and sometimes while at the table, I catch him eating off his plate like he is a dog. It's rather cute actually.
Oh, he also likes beer. He loves him some drinks. And it isn't just beer that he has a fancy for. He really likes margaritas. Wanna know how I know this? He will climb onto anything to get to a margarita glass and a beer can/bottle and when you catch him, he giggles and runs away.
I love that boy with all my heart! He is such a little stinker and always keeping me on my toes. I wanted to write this to show that while he keeps me uber busy, I cherish these moments. These will be moments to share with his future wife and his children. To be able to say, "when your daddy was little...", I recently read a blog that, what is the right word (?), was a mother describing how she doesn't really like her children. I think there is more going on in this individuals life than what she is letting on, but I just wanted to write about how my children aren't perfect, I am not perfect as a mother and that things happen and that little boys are what they are, little boys. This is all part of their exploring and learning process. It doesn't mean that I neglect my children. I love them and I am so very grateful for the toilet swishing, dog-poop eating-dare devil, alcoholic child I have! I love that little man to pieces!
my handsome little devil
Another one of his favorite things is to find (this is just disgusting, and I promise, I do look after my children, they don't just run amuck), gag, dog, gag, poop, gag, and eat it. GAG!!!! And then he thinks it is funny. It so is not.
And the boy can climb like it is no one's business! He will be climbing ropes by the end of the summer I do believe. He is always climbing on something. The back of the couch, the coffee table, my bed (that is on pedestals), the dinning room table, climbing into the toilet and into the tub.
I also catch him getting stuff out of the kitchen trash and eating it. Sometimes I think he is just hiding his snack in the trash to save it for later. And one of his favorite snacks is dog food. He loves our dog and likes to sit beside her while she eats and sometimes while at the table, I catch him eating off his plate like he is a dog. It's rather cute actually.
Oh, he also likes beer. He loves him some drinks. And it isn't just beer that he has a fancy for. He really likes margaritas. Wanna know how I know this? He will climb onto anything to get to a margarita glass and a beer can/bottle and when you catch him, he giggles and runs away.
I love that boy with all my heart! He is such a little stinker and always keeping me on my toes. I wanted to write this to show that while he keeps me uber busy, I cherish these moments. These will be moments to share with his future wife and his children. To be able to say, "when your daddy was little...", I recently read a blog that, what is the right word (?), was a mother describing how she doesn't really like her children. I think there is more going on in this individuals life than what she is letting on, but I just wanted to write about how my children aren't perfect, I am not perfect as a mother and that things happen and that little boys are what they are, little boys. This is all part of their exploring and learning process. It doesn't mean that I neglect my children. I love them and I am so very grateful for the toilet swishing, dog-poop eating-dare devil, alcoholic child I have! I love that little man to pieces!
my handsome little devil
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Mother
What does it mean to be a Mother? Many people may give you varying answers. Does it mean that one answer is correct and one is wrong? No, I don't think so. I have always loved my mother, but I never appreciated the job she did raising my brothers and I until I myself became a mother. I do though believe we all become mothers in different ways. I do not believe that giving birth makes you a mother. Biologically, yes it does. But there is so much more to being a mother than just giving birth.
When my oldest child was born, I was devestated. Not because of her, but because she was born 4 months too soon. Prior to my pregnancy with her, I had two miscarriages. Dealing with two miscarriages made me bitter. I was married and had been married for a few years and the one and only thing we wanted was to have a baby. Conceiving was difficult for us and with the help of fertility treatments, we were able to finally get pregnant. Tweleve weeks later at our appointment, we found out there was no heartbeat. We were pregnant again with the help of fertility treatments six months later and the same thing happened. I WAS MAD, FURIOUS, DISCOURAGED!!!!! All my friends were getting pregnant and having babies. Then there was me, I couldn't even conceive on my own then when I did with help, I would lose the baby. I felt like it was Gods way of telling me I wasn't capable of being a mother.
Seven months after our second miscarriage, we decided to give it one last try before we moved overseas. Low and behold, five days before I should have tested, I disected a pregnancy test and called my neighbor Lindsey over and had her help me inspect my pee stick. Yes, I tore that mo fo up and was holding it up to the light. I couldn't tell if there was actually a line or if it was my imagination. Poor Lindsey, she had just had two babies, 11 months apart, and she was scared for me and didn't want me to get my hopes up. BUT, YAY!!!! I was pregnant with Tobbie. My due date was the end of April. We were so estatic!!! At eighteen weeks, she turned in and got into position for delivery. Then at twenty weeks, my OB decided I needed an emergency rescue cerclage. It did it's job and kept her in till she was viable. I had no idea what route our lives were about to take. Our world was flipped upside down. On January 2, 2006, I gave birth to a gorgeous 1lb 9oz & 11" baby girl. Her eyes were fused shut and when I was finally able to see her, she was so sedated and had so much fluid built up on her brain. Part of me didn't want to see her because I didn't wan to lose her. That probably doesn't make sense, but the shear fear of losing your child that you have spent your life dreaming of was too hard for me to handle. She came home from the hospital one week before her due date. Today she is one fiesty 4 year old with NO developmental delays.
Three years later along came Tristan, aka T-Bone. He is, without a doubt, a momma's boy and a tough guy all rolled up in one little toe headed being! He has the best personality and demeanor I have ever seen. With that, he is also Pig Pen (from the cartoon Peanuts) twin. The boy is always messy and toting something around. This boy will forever keep me on my toes.
Last but not least, there is Miss Darcy. She isn't quite 3 months, but she has the most beautiful eyes and is oh so sweet. I love her to pieces. And, she is our only NON fertility treatment baby!
Often times when I am disciplining our children, I feel bad. I feel bad because I know they miss their dad and I feel bad for being the "mean" parent. I sometimes wonder if I am screwing them up for life, but I like to think every mother feels that way. I also like to splurge on my children. I think this stems from the upbringing I had.
My mother was single raising two children on a teachers salary. She could barely make ends meet, but she always made sure we were happy (minus the time she made me put soap in my mouth in the 3rd grade, stupid substitute teacher Mrs. Smith, yeah, I am grown now, so I can say it!) We always had a roof over our head, clothes on our back, food on the table (even those gross brussel sprouts she once tried to make us eat) and when it could be afforded, a nice treat at the store.
Thank you Mom for the experiences you gave us growing up. Thank you for all the good and for all the not so good. You have helped me become the mother I have become. We don't always agree and we may raise our children in different ways, but Thank You. If it weren't for you being the mother that you were, I couldn't be the mother I am to my children. I love you.
When my oldest child was born, I was devestated. Not because of her, but because she was born 4 months too soon. Prior to my pregnancy with her, I had two miscarriages. Dealing with two miscarriages made me bitter. I was married and had been married for a few years and the one and only thing we wanted was to have a baby. Conceiving was difficult for us and with the help of fertility treatments, we were able to finally get pregnant. Tweleve weeks later at our appointment, we found out there was no heartbeat. We were pregnant again with the help of fertility treatments six months later and the same thing happened. I WAS MAD, FURIOUS, DISCOURAGED!!!!! All my friends were getting pregnant and having babies. Then there was me, I couldn't even conceive on my own then when I did with help, I would lose the baby. I felt like it was Gods way of telling me I wasn't capable of being a mother.
Seven months after our second miscarriage, we decided to give it one last try before we moved overseas. Low and behold, five days before I should have tested, I disected a pregnancy test and called my neighbor Lindsey over and had her help me inspect my pee stick. Yes, I tore that mo fo up and was holding it up to the light. I couldn't tell if there was actually a line or if it was my imagination. Poor Lindsey, she had just had two babies, 11 months apart, and she was scared for me and didn't want me to get my hopes up. BUT, YAY!!!! I was pregnant with Tobbie. My due date was the end of April. We were so estatic!!! At eighteen weeks, she turned in and got into position for delivery. Then at twenty weeks, my OB decided I needed an emergency rescue cerclage. It did it's job and kept her in till she was viable. I had no idea what route our lives were about to take. Our world was flipped upside down. On January 2, 2006, I gave birth to a gorgeous 1lb 9oz & 11" baby girl. Her eyes were fused shut and when I was finally able to see her, she was so sedated and had so much fluid built up on her brain. Part of me didn't want to see her because I didn't wan to lose her. That probably doesn't make sense, but the shear fear of losing your child that you have spent your life dreaming of was too hard for me to handle. She came home from the hospital one week before her due date. Today she is one fiesty 4 year old with NO developmental delays.
Three years later along came Tristan, aka T-Bone. He is, without a doubt, a momma's boy and a tough guy all rolled up in one little toe headed being! He has the best personality and demeanor I have ever seen. With that, he is also Pig Pen (from the cartoon Peanuts) twin. The boy is always messy and toting something around. This boy will forever keep me on my toes.
Last but not least, there is Miss Darcy. She isn't quite 3 months, but she has the most beautiful eyes and is oh so sweet. I love her to pieces. And, she is our only NON fertility treatment baby!
Often times when I am disciplining our children, I feel bad. I feel bad because I know they miss their dad and I feel bad for being the "mean" parent. I sometimes wonder if I am screwing them up for life, but I like to think every mother feels that way. I also like to splurge on my children. I think this stems from the upbringing I had.
My mother was single raising two children on a teachers salary. She could barely make ends meet, but she always made sure we were happy (minus the time she made me put soap in my mouth in the 3rd grade, stupid substitute teacher Mrs. Smith, yeah, I am grown now, so I can say it!) We always had a roof over our head, clothes on our back, food on the table (even those gross brussel sprouts she once tried to make us eat) and when it could be afforded, a nice treat at the store.
Thank you Mom for the experiences you gave us growing up. Thank you for all the good and for all the not so good. You have helped me become the mother I have become. We don't always agree and we may raise our children in different ways, but Thank You. If it weren't for you being the mother that you were, I couldn't be the mother I am to my children. I love you.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Pudge
Last week, my sweet Pudge died. He was nine years old. I had him before I ever met Michael and he was literally our first child.
Last summer he was diagnosed with lymphoma. We chose to not treat it because of the expense and it would only prolong his life for a year max. In February his kidneys began to shut down and he lost half of his body weight. It was time and I am glad he isn't in pain. RIP Pudge, you will surely be missed.
This is him after he had his biopsy.
Last summer he was diagnosed with lymphoma. We chose to not treat it because of the expense and it would only prolong his life for a year max. In February his kidneys began to shut down and he lost half of his body weight. It was time and I am glad he isn't in pain. RIP Pudge, you will surely be missed.
This is him after he had his biopsy.
Monday, May 3, 2010
parenting.is.a.full.time.job.
Oh man, I didn't realize how busy I was going to be with three kiddos!
Tobbie can pretty much fend for herself and get her juice out of the fridge and as long as I keep snack on the counter, she can reach them. She can also dress herself and go potty alone. Awesome! Tristan is like a bull in a china shop. That boy is all over the place all the time! He is all boy! Or so I have been told. The little booger can open cabinets that have the little child lock thing on them. WTF? Darcy, sweet, sweet Darcy. She can smile and hold her head up most of the time.
I had no idea how hard parenting was going to be and how busy I was going to be with three kids. I love it, I really do, but I am at the end of my rope with this parenting gig. We are on the countdown and only about 5 weeks left unto
Mr. Stud returns. And, he will be joining us at the beach! Not for the entire trip (hopefully for the full 2 weeks) but he will meet us there. I can't wait!
I am trying to get my act together to blog more, but children are my main concern right now so blogging gets put on the back burner. I wish it wasn't that way, but parenting alone takes up so much time!
enjoy the new photo up top!
Tobbie can pretty much fend for herself and get her juice out of the fridge and as long as I keep snack on the counter, she can reach them. She can also dress herself and go potty alone. Awesome! Tristan is like a bull in a china shop. That boy is all over the place all the time! He is all boy! Or so I have been told. The little booger can open cabinets that have the little child lock thing on them. WTF? Darcy, sweet, sweet Darcy. She can smile and hold her head up most of the time.
I had no idea how hard parenting was going to be and how busy I was going to be with three kids. I love it, I really do, but I am at the end of my rope with this parenting gig. We are on the countdown and only about 5 weeks left unto
Mr. Stud returns. And, he will be joining us at the beach! Not for the entire trip (hopefully for the full 2 weeks) but he will meet us there. I can't wait!
I am trying to get my act together to blog more, but children are my main concern right now so blogging gets put on the back burner. I wish it wasn't that way, but parenting alone takes up so much time!
enjoy the new photo up top!
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Together we are...
what we can't be alone.
I miss him. I do. There I said it. I miss him, the kids miss him and the dogs miss him. Not too much longer. Only like 9 more weeks to go. I am just ready for our family to be back together. It will be nice because when he does come back, we pack up and move to Kansas. Fresh start. It's been a year since he's been gone. We saw each other twice (cough, Darcy, cough) before he went over to play in the sandbox and then he came home the day after Darcy was born and left two weeks later.
I love this life, but I miss him
I miss him. I do. There I said it. I miss him, the kids miss him and the dogs miss him. Not too much longer. Only like 9 more weeks to go. I am just ready for our family to be back together. It will be nice because when he does come back, we pack up and move to Kansas. Fresh start. It's been a year since he's been gone. We saw each other twice (cough, Darcy, cough) before he went over to play in the sandbox and then he came home the day after Darcy was born and left two weeks later.
I love this life, but I miss him
Sunday, March 28, 2010
funny guy from highschool....
This funny guy from highschool that I am friends with on Facebook, his name is Andy Scott, had this as his status today! I just had to share:
Andy Scott: If Obama and Nancy Pelosi were sinking on a boat in the middle of the ocean, who would be saved?
his response was: AMERICA!!! and I must agree! :)
Andy Scott: If Obama and Nancy Pelosi were sinking on a boat in the middle of the ocean, who would be saved?
his response was: AMERICA!!! and I must agree! :)
Tobbie + eye surgery = no fun
This past Thursday, Tobbie had double eye surgery to fix her eyes. The strabismus, basically she is crossed-eyed or going cross-eyed. We had an amazing experience at the Children's Hospital in Atlanta and she is doing great, minus hte attitude of "I just got me eye boo boos, be nice to me!" Yeah, that is how it is going around here. "I got me eye boo boos, I need a snack", aka chocolate. I fell prey to her tiny little antics, but no longer, the kids teeth are going to fall out from all the chocolate she consumes. But man I love that little girl!
Oh, she is recovering well and we go for post-op check up tomorrow.
This is what her eyes look like 3 1/2 days post op, both eyes look like the one that is red
Oh, she is recovering well and we go for post-op check up tomorrow.
This is what her eyes look like 3 1/2 days post op, both eyes look like the one that is red
Helping Others...
This may not make any sense what so ever, but here goes.
I am not a fan of the new health care reform bill, AT ALL! None of it. I personally feel that health care is a luxury. I know that many of you will not agree with me, and that is A OK with me. These are my feelings, thoughts and I own them.
Why should I or my husband bust his chops to afford health care for our family only to make it easier for others? He shouldn't. Most of you will say, "Your husband is military, you get free health care." Not true my dear friend. We do pay every month just like the rest of the hard working world and, and we pay a when we go see the doc (we just changed everyone from Tricare Prime to Tricare Standard, because we WANTED better care and to get what we wanted, we decided to pay more for it). I am a firm believer in pay for what you get.
I know my mom and I disagree about this and my feelings will probably change when my children are older, Hi Mom!
I don't agree with kids being able to stay on their parents insurance. I feel like it enables them to slack some. Seriously, 26? 26? I was married at age 26! Not that I was some super responsible person at 26, but I feel had I had more help than what I did from my mother, I would have been more of a slacker than what I was. Just sayin' and not meaning to hurt anyones feelings with that.
Now, the whole issue on giving everyone a college education, what is up with that? Not everyone is college material and really, does a car mechanic, hair stylist, cashier at the grocers or city bus driver need a college education? I don't think so. And we need those individuals in our world to make this world go round. We depend on these people and there are institutions out there for the educations for said jobs. I am proud to say that I have made something of myself (even though I stay at home with the kids) without a college education.
Ok, enough ranting! Want to know what brought this on? Some stupid public service ad on Facebook!
Damn Facebook!
I am not a fan of the new health care reform bill, AT ALL! None of it. I personally feel that health care is a luxury. I know that many of you will not agree with me, and that is A OK with me. These are my feelings, thoughts and I own them.
Why should I or my husband bust his chops to afford health care for our family only to make it easier for others? He shouldn't. Most of you will say, "Your husband is military, you get free health care." Not true my dear friend. We do pay every month just like the rest of the hard working world and, and we pay a when we go see the doc (we just changed everyone from Tricare Prime to Tricare Standard, because we WANTED better care and to get what we wanted, we decided to pay more for it). I am a firm believer in pay for what you get.
I know my mom and I disagree about this and my feelings will probably change when my children are older, Hi Mom!
I don't agree with kids being able to stay on their parents insurance. I feel like it enables them to slack some. Seriously, 26? 26? I was married at age 26! Not that I was some super responsible person at 26, but I feel had I had more help than what I did from my mother, I would have been more of a slacker than what I was. Just sayin' and not meaning to hurt anyones feelings with that.
Now, the whole issue on giving everyone a college education, what is up with that? Not everyone is college material and really, does a car mechanic, hair stylist, cashier at the grocers or city bus driver need a college education? I don't think so. And we need those individuals in our world to make this world go round. We depend on these people and there are institutions out there for the educations for said jobs. I am proud to say that I have made something of myself (even though I stay at home with the kids) without a college education.
Ok, enough ranting! Want to know what brought this on? Some stupid public service ad on Facebook!
Damn Facebook!
Monday, March 8, 2010
funny
Okay, it has been 3 weeks exactly since I had Darcy. I can fit into my fat girl jeans, but I am ready to get into my skinny jeans (wait, I didn't even have those before I got pregnant with her, who am I trying to kid here?). I know it has only been 3 weeks, but since this is my last child (wow, that thought makes me want to cry, despite the chaos in our house right now), I am ready to get myself back. GI Mike and I are done "creating" our family and are in the process of "raising" our family and I don't want to be that gross fat mom, I want to be HAWT! Well, as hot as I can be. Since I had to have a c-section, I can't really do a whole lot as far as exercising goes, but it is time for me to stop eating the way I did while pregnant. So, while cruising around on I-Villiage looking for some healthing recipes and other stuff, I came across this article and found it rather funny and very very true. It's a letter from Trista Sutters belly! enjoy!
Dear Moms Everywhere,
What’s up? Trista Sutter’s Post-Baby Belly here. Good to meet you. Hey –you! Yo! I’m down here. By the navel. That’s better. How’s it hangin’? (Heh, heh, heh.)
As I said, I’m Trista’s abdominal section. You may know me better as her “tiny bump” or her “belly on two sticks” when her son, Max, was inside me. Sure, I got kinda big but I was eating for two and, you know, incubating a human being. After Max split, Trista worked her butt off and got right back into a bikini. We looked pretty damn smoking, I must admit.
Then daughter Blakesley happened. Of course, I blew up again and then, once she arrived in April, I just sort of deflated. Can you blame me? I’m mostly just skin and organs and stretched-out muscle, not a damn Slinky. No longer a cute little “bump,” I became the ugly “post baby belly” stepsister. She practically wanted to get rid of me. But after a buttload of hard work - including pushing the two kids in a double-stroller uphill for 45-minutes at a pop (in high-altitude Vail, Colo., no less), doing dead-lifts with paint cans, lunges with ski poles head high above our head, and tracking our calories online - we were recently featured in People Magazine in a blue two-piece, after she trimmed 43 pounds of baby weight, to get back to a trim 107. Lookin’ hot, right?
But here’s the thing: I’m tired.
I’ve spent the last three decades looking sexy. I was washboard-flat when we shot The Bachelor. There were men’s magazine photo shoots to prep for. National ad campaigns which required a super-tiny waistline. Most recently, I was laid-up after a C-section, which is serious surgery. And always, no matter what was asked of me, I’ve bounced back.
But even a hollow, muscular organ of the gastrointestinal tract like myself needs a break. And it’s not just me: My friends Gwen Stefani’s Stomach, Heidi Klum’s Stomach and Elisabeth Hasselbeck's Stomach feel the same way, too. My ex-roommate’s hairdresser’s sister’s abs, Kendra Wilkinson’s Stomach, did not want to be all naked and exposed on the cover of In Touch like that. And Kate Gosselin’s Stomach? Oy vey - she got put through the ringer with a rough operation, which resulted in a pretty significant hip-to-hip scar.
Anyhow, what I’m trying to say here (and not very eloquently, but what do you expect? Unless we're unexpectedly harboring a dermoid cyst, we stomachs do not possess teeth, lips or tongues) is this: Please, ladies, cut us some slack. We just helped you grow, house and expel a lifeform. You don’t need to start circuit training four days later. Give yourselves – and us! – a chance to sit back, relax and heal. Stop trying to suck us in. No one’s looking at us, anyways: We’re like the bridesmaids at a wedding, where all eyes are glued to the bride or, in this case, the baby. Take a few weeks to enjoy the new bugaboo and trust that we’ll eventually shrink back down naturally. We might not ever be the taut, tan belly we were in high school, but with exercise and good food, we WILL get smaller, together. Besides, what else are high-waisted Spanx for?
With Love,
Trista Sutter’s Post-Baby Belly
Dear Moms Everywhere,
What’s up? Trista Sutter’s Post-Baby Belly here. Good to meet you. Hey –you! Yo! I’m down here. By the navel. That’s better. How’s it hangin’? (Heh, heh, heh.)
As I said, I’m Trista’s abdominal section. You may know me better as her “tiny bump” or her “belly on two sticks” when her son, Max, was inside me. Sure, I got kinda big but I was eating for two and, you know, incubating a human being. After Max split, Trista worked her butt off and got right back into a bikini. We looked pretty damn smoking, I must admit.
Then daughter Blakesley happened. Of course, I blew up again and then, once she arrived in April, I just sort of deflated. Can you blame me? I’m mostly just skin and organs and stretched-out muscle, not a damn Slinky. No longer a cute little “bump,” I became the ugly “post baby belly” stepsister. She practically wanted to get rid of me. But after a buttload of hard work - including pushing the two kids in a double-stroller uphill for 45-minutes at a pop (in high-altitude Vail, Colo., no less), doing dead-lifts with paint cans, lunges with ski poles head high above our head, and tracking our calories online - we were recently featured in People Magazine in a blue two-piece, after she trimmed 43 pounds of baby weight, to get back to a trim 107. Lookin’ hot, right?
But here’s the thing: I’m tired.
I’ve spent the last three decades looking sexy. I was washboard-flat when we shot The Bachelor. There were men’s magazine photo shoots to prep for. National ad campaigns which required a super-tiny waistline. Most recently, I was laid-up after a C-section, which is serious surgery. And always, no matter what was asked of me, I’ve bounced back.
But even a hollow, muscular organ of the gastrointestinal tract like myself needs a break. And it’s not just me: My friends Gwen Stefani’s Stomach, Heidi Klum’s Stomach and Elisabeth Hasselbeck's Stomach feel the same way, too. My ex-roommate’s hairdresser’s sister’s abs, Kendra Wilkinson’s Stomach, did not want to be all naked and exposed on the cover of In Touch like that. And Kate Gosselin’s Stomach? Oy vey - she got put through the ringer with a rough operation, which resulted in a pretty significant hip-to-hip scar.
Anyhow, what I’m trying to say here (and not very eloquently, but what do you expect? Unless we're unexpectedly harboring a dermoid cyst, we stomachs do not possess teeth, lips or tongues) is this: Please, ladies, cut us some slack. We just helped you grow, house and expel a lifeform. You don’t need to start circuit training four days later. Give yourselves – and us! – a chance to sit back, relax and heal. Stop trying to suck us in. No one’s looking at us, anyways: We’re like the bridesmaids at a wedding, where all eyes are glued to the bride or, in this case, the baby. Take a few weeks to enjoy the new bugaboo and trust that we’ll eventually shrink back down naturally. We might not ever be the taut, tan belly we were in high school, but with exercise and good food, we WILL get smaller, together. Besides, what else are high-waisted Spanx for?
With Love,
Trista Sutter’s Post-Baby Belly
Sunday, March 7, 2010
I am self-reliant...
Yes, that is right. Some of you may laugh at that word (that would be you dear 2nd Bn,1SFG(A) ladies). But this statement is true. I am a self- reliant woman. I am insane over this "war on terror", but it defines my life. I have a husband currently deployed (he left two mornings ago, boo on that) and I am now at home with a 4 year old, almost 15 month old and a 3 week old. I do have family and friends to help out when I need it, but for the most part, I am basically a single mother that stays at home with her children. Let us bow our heads in prayer now and pray that I don't become a raging alcoholic by the time the Major returns home this summer!
So basically I have had two nights completely by myself with all 3 children. It wouldn't be so rough if a certain 4 year old would sleep through the night. She wakes up screaming to get into bed with me and screams so loud that she wakes Tristan up and then Darcy wakes up. Tristan and Darcy are easy to get down, but Tobbie is a different story.
I knew that this over a year long deployment was going to be hard for our family, especially for Tobbie, but I didn't know to what extent it was going to affect her. Luckily we are on the downslide and only have 3 1/2 months left! Then we move.
Life is wonderful and rich for us right now. We (GI Mike and I) discovered that we have a lot to work on as a couple and as a family as a whole when he returns and when we move. Not saying our marriage is in trouble or anything, but when you have been seperated for so long and add in a new family member and moving, you are bound to need to work on things. Personally, anyone that wouldn't have trouble w/ it would worry me.
So, for the next 3 1/2 months, I am going to do all that I can to keep me and the three wee ones extremely busy. I pray it will make the time go by faster. And to sum it all up, yes, I am self-reliant!
here is a photo of my stud muffin shortly before leaving for the airport on Friday. Man I miss him so much.
XOXO Meat!
Oh, and Tobbie had opening ceremonies for soccer yesterday, isn't she cute?!?
So basically I have had two nights completely by myself with all 3 children. It wouldn't be so rough if a certain 4 year old would sleep through the night. She wakes up screaming to get into bed with me and screams so loud that she wakes Tristan up and then Darcy wakes up. Tristan and Darcy are easy to get down, but Tobbie is a different story.
I knew that this over a year long deployment was going to be hard for our family, especially for Tobbie, but I didn't know to what extent it was going to affect her. Luckily we are on the downslide and only have 3 1/2 months left! Then we move.
Life is wonderful and rich for us right now. We (GI Mike and I) discovered that we have a lot to work on as a couple and as a family as a whole when he returns and when we move. Not saying our marriage is in trouble or anything, but when you have been seperated for so long and add in a new family member and moving, you are bound to need to work on things. Personally, anyone that wouldn't have trouble w/ it would worry me.
So, for the next 3 1/2 months, I am going to do all that I can to keep me and the three wee ones extremely busy. I pray it will make the time go by faster. And to sum it all up, yes, I am self-reliant!
here is a photo of my stud muffin shortly before leaving for the airport on Friday. Man I miss him so much.
XOXO Meat!
Oh, and Tobbie had opening ceremonies for soccer yesterday, isn't she cute?!?
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
50 Promises Of Marriage
There is an AMAZING couple that I know that each of them have a signed copy of these 50 things in their wallet. I think it is a sweet reminder of the things we need to do to keep our marriages rich and to remember the reasons we fell in love in the first place. Just thought I would share.
1. Start each day with a kiss
2. Let the other know when you're leaving, where you'll be.
3. Always hug/kiss goodbye
4. Accept differences
5. Be polite
6. Be gentle
7. Give gifts
8. Smile often
9. Touch, give back rubs
10. Talk about dreams
11. Select a song that can be "our song"
12. Date once a week
13. Laugh together
14. Send a card for no reason.
15. Do what the other person wants before he or she asks.
16. Listen
17. Encourage
18. Do it his or her way
19. Know his or her needs
20. Fix the other person's breakfast
21. Compliment twice a day
22. Call during the day
23. Slow down
24. Hold hands
25. Cuddle
26. Ask for each other's opinion
27. Show respect
28. Welcome the other person home
29. Look your best
30. Wink at each other
31. Celebrate birthdays in a big way
32. Apologize
33. Forgive
34. Set up a romatic getaway
35. Ask, "What can I do to make you happier?"
36. Be positive
37. Be kind
38. Brag on your mate
39. Respond quickly to the other person's requests
40. Talk about your love
41. Reminisce about your favorite times together
42. Treat each other's friends and relatives with courtesy
43. Send flowers every Valentine's Day and Anniversary
44. Admit when you're wrong
45. Be sensitive to each other's desires.
46. Pray for each other daily
47. Watch sunsets together
48. Say "I love you" frequently
49. End the day with a hug
50. Seek outside help when needed
1. Start each day with a kiss
2. Let the other know when you're leaving, where you'll be.
3. Always hug/kiss goodbye
4. Accept differences
5. Be polite
6. Be gentle
7. Give gifts
8. Smile often
9. Touch, give back rubs
10. Talk about dreams
11. Select a song that can be "our song"
12. Date once a week
13. Laugh together
14. Send a card for no reason.
15. Do what the other person wants before he or she asks.
16. Listen
17. Encourage
18. Do it his or her way
19. Know his or her needs
20. Fix the other person's breakfast
21. Compliment twice a day
22. Call during the day
23. Slow down
24. Hold hands
25. Cuddle
26. Ask for each other's opinion
27. Show respect
28. Welcome the other person home
29. Look your best
30. Wink at each other
31. Celebrate birthdays in a big way
32. Apologize
33. Forgive
34. Set up a romatic getaway
35. Ask, "What can I do to make you happier?"
36. Be positive
37. Be kind
38. Brag on your mate
39. Respond quickly to the other person's requests
40. Talk about your love
41. Reminisce about your favorite times together
42. Treat each other's friends and relatives with courtesy
43. Send flowers every Valentine's Day and Anniversary
44. Admit when you're wrong
45. Be sensitive to each other's desires.
46. Pray for each other daily
47. Watch sunsets together
48. Say "I love you" frequently
49. End the day with a hug
50. Seek outside help when needed
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Our New Bundle of Joy!
Monday, February 15, 2010 at 1810 (6:10 p.m. for you civilians), Darcy Rhodes Mince made her entrance into this world! She weighed in at a whopping 5lb. 10oz. and 20" long. The longest, but not skinniest of my 3 children. To me she looks exactly like her big brother but with black hair. Of course it isn't much, but it does give me hope! She has ten long beautiful fingers made to play the piano and ten extremely long toes, and I do mean extremely long toes! She is perfect in every way. Unfortunately, her daddy missed her birth by 26 hours. She was just very impatient and couldn't wait one more week until her due date.
I am doing ok. This one has been rough. I didn't plan on a c/section and had no idea how rough they were. I really have not enjoyed this. With Tobbie and Tristan, I was up and walking around in no time. This one has really had me laid up, even though I am getting up and around. Thank goodness Michael is home for these next couple of weeks.
Enough about me, enjoy these photos of Miss Darcy. She hasn't met her big brother or big sister yet, she is so excited to though!
I am doing ok. This one has been rough. I didn't plan on a c/section and had no idea how rough they were. I really have not enjoyed this. With Tobbie and Tristan, I was up and walking around in no time. This one has really had me laid up, even though I am getting up and around. Thank goodness Michael is home for these next couple of weeks.
Enough about me, enjoy these photos of Miss Darcy. She hasn't met her big brother or big sister yet, she is so excited to though!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
On my mind...
I have had a lot on my mind lately. Just swirling thoughts that I have when driving in the car and I always mean to blog about them, then life gets in the way and I forget. So, here goes. Just some random things going on in my mind.
1. Naming my unborn child.
Michael and I have already decided what our unborn baby girls name will be. We have decided to not tell the name because in the past we have gotten some rude remarks about what others think of the name. So, to keep from getting our feelings hurt, we have decided to keep it hush hush until she arrives. Then, I could really care less what anyone thinks of her name. But for now, it is our little secret. And if you don't like the name, then shut up and go on about your merry little way. It is my child and you don't have to raise her, I do.
2. Handling 3 children.
Well, no one really knows how they will handle adding new additions to a family until that addition arrives. So please, keep all comments to yourself and do not make remarks about me having my hands full or my plate full. I know I do and I love every second of it. It is my life and a life that my darling husband and I have chosen together.
3. You don't need anymore kids.
While Michael and I have decided to stop with baby #3, it is no one's business if we do decide to go for #4. If we decide to go for a 4th, then that is our business and it doesn't concern anyone else.
4. I don't need help...until I NEED it.
Please do not tell me where I need help and where I don't. You don't know my strengths nor do you know my weakness'. Thank you. I have it all under control, and when I feel as if I don't, I will ask for help. Thank you.
5. Stupid People. Some people just don't know when to shut their mouth or when to NOT open it. If you don't know what you are speaking of, then please don't speak at all.
6. My kids are just that, MY KIDS.
Please, I know what is best for my children. If you have already raised a child, then pat yourself on the back, back off and let me do my job. This is my parenting act and if I screw them up, then I will pay for their therapy later on in life. But for now, let me enjoy this parenting gig I got going on.
7. I miss my husband.
Yes, we chose this life. But it in no way shape or form means that we don't love and miss each other when apart. If anything, I would have to say that we have a very strong and stable relationship. Probably more so than others. We don't argue over money because we share the same financial goals, we don't argue over raising children, and we have a greater appreciation for each other than you would ever imagine. I don't know how he is away from his wife and children for so long, missing out on "our life". But he does it and he does it with pride. For the freedom our family has and for the freedom your family has. Just always remember that you sleep peaceably in your bed at night because of men like him.
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I was going to attempt 10 points, but I am tired and tired of complaining.
Why have I let some people get to me the way they have? I don't know. I always attempt to make everyone happy and it never works, so I think I will quit now. I try to be fair in the decisions that I make, but someone always complains that something isn't fair. Oh well, that is life, get over it.
So, if you have something to say, down below is the little comment section, comment away! Off to read my book now and enjoy my clean house, minus clean laundry!
1. Naming my unborn child.
Michael and I have already decided what our unborn baby girls name will be. We have decided to not tell the name because in the past we have gotten some rude remarks about what others think of the name. So, to keep from getting our feelings hurt, we have decided to keep it hush hush until she arrives. Then, I could really care less what anyone thinks of her name. But for now, it is our little secret. And if you don't like the name, then shut up and go on about your merry little way. It is my child and you don't have to raise her, I do.
2. Handling 3 children.
Well, no one really knows how they will handle adding new additions to a family until that addition arrives. So please, keep all comments to yourself and do not make remarks about me having my hands full or my plate full. I know I do and I love every second of it. It is my life and a life that my darling husband and I have chosen together.
3. You don't need anymore kids.
While Michael and I have decided to stop with baby #3, it is no one's business if we do decide to go for #4. If we decide to go for a 4th, then that is our business and it doesn't concern anyone else.
4. I don't need help...until I NEED it.
Please do not tell me where I need help and where I don't. You don't know my strengths nor do you know my weakness'. Thank you. I have it all under control, and when I feel as if I don't, I will ask for help. Thank you.
5. Stupid People. Some people just don't know when to shut their mouth or when to NOT open it. If you don't know what you are speaking of, then please don't speak at all.
6. My kids are just that, MY KIDS.
Please, I know what is best for my children. If you have already raised a child, then pat yourself on the back, back off and let me do my job. This is my parenting act and if I screw them up, then I will pay for their therapy later on in life. But for now, let me enjoy this parenting gig I got going on.
7. I miss my husband.
Yes, we chose this life. But it in no way shape or form means that we don't love and miss each other when apart. If anything, I would have to say that we have a very strong and stable relationship. Probably more so than others. We don't argue over money because we share the same financial goals, we don't argue over raising children, and we have a greater appreciation for each other than you would ever imagine. I don't know how he is away from his wife and children for so long, missing out on "our life". But he does it and he does it with pride. For the freedom our family has and for the freedom your family has. Just always remember that you sleep peaceably in your bed at night because of men like him.
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I was going to attempt 10 points, but I am tired and tired of complaining.
Why have I let some people get to me the way they have? I don't know. I always attempt to make everyone happy and it never works, so I think I will quit now. I try to be fair in the decisions that I make, but someone always complains that something isn't fair. Oh well, that is life, get over it.
So, if you have something to say, down below is the little comment section, comment away! Off to read my book now and enjoy my clean house, minus clean laundry!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Spotacus
Tristan has a new nickname, Spotacus or Spot as Tobbie has been calling him. We woke up Monday morning to a few little red spots. By lunch time, we probably had about 75 and then it just took off. We have the Chicken Pox ladies and gentleman! And it ain't pretty or fun to watch a child go thru. I mean he is covered from head to toe! If you take your eyes off him for two seconds, more appear.
Guess what people, there is a little thing called the Chicken Pox vaccine! Go out and get one for you and your kids today or at least notify someone when you have them!
Tristan just got his first vaccine for it at his 12month checkup, so he didn't have enough immunity built up to prevent him from getting it.
So, Thank you to the individual that passed this along to my poor sweet baby. He is very miserable thanks to you!
Guess what people, there is a little thing called the Chicken Pox vaccine! Go out and get one for you and your kids today or at least notify someone when you have them!
Tristan just got his first vaccine for it at his 12month checkup, so he didn't have enough immunity built up to prevent him from getting it.
So, Thank you to the individual that passed this along to my poor sweet baby. He is very miserable thanks to you!
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Mommy's Weekend Away...
I got back yesterday from an amazing trip where I spent the weekend with 5 other Mommy's on Tybee Island. It was so nice to not have to worry about a schedule or bath times or bed times. We all worked on our own schedule, what we wanted to do, and if some of us didn't want to do something with the others, well, we didn't! I also missed my chaotic life like crazy and couldn't wait to get home to my kiddos!
We ate at some amazing restaurants, The Crab Shack, The Sundae Cafe, and ordered in from Spanky's! It was so nice to be in my pj's at 6 pm and not have to wake up until when I wanted to. Unfortunately, my internal clock now gets me up before 6 am regardless. Even in a pitch black room with no windows. Thank you internal clock, that was so kind of you. But, I did get UNINTERRUPTED sleep! Ahh, precious precious sleep.
Our condo was amazing and I would stay there again. We were smack dab in between Spanky's and Fannie's. Clean and comfortable and fully stocked with all necessitites. it was a nice trip, minus a few complaining moments from an individual. Oh well, I enjoyed myself but I am also ready to be home.
All photos were taken with my cell, so I will have to upload them later on.
We ate at some amazing restaurants, The Crab Shack, The Sundae Cafe, and ordered in from Spanky's! It was so nice to be in my pj's at 6 pm and not have to wake up until when I wanted to. Unfortunately, my internal clock now gets me up before 6 am regardless. Even in a pitch black room with no windows. Thank you internal clock, that was so kind of you. But, I did get UNINTERRUPTED sleep! Ahh, precious precious sleep.
Our condo was amazing and I would stay there again. We were smack dab in between Spanky's and Fannie's. Clean and comfortable and fully stocked with all necessitites. it was a nice trip, minus a few complaining moments from an individual. Oh well, I enjoyed myself but I am also ready to be home.
All photos were taken with my cell, so I will have to upload them later on.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Fun Food...
Okay. In my last post I chatted it up about how difficult it has been to get Tobbie to eat. I mean, it has been a battle to get her to eat. Well, for a year now, I have been reading this blog. Each week they do this thing called Muffin Tin Monday and these cool and crafty momma's basically put their child's food in a muffin tin. Some aren't as creative as others and some go all out! Well, I think I may have to do this for every meal. And I am fine with that. It is just a little more work on my part, but if it means a less stressful meal time and my child actually EATS, then this is what I will do. Check out yesterdays meals, kinda cute?
Breakfast apple slices, yogurt, peanut butter and cheerios
Maybe she was just hungry from not eating for almost 24 hrs? It doesn't matter, she ate!
Lunch consisted of mini peanut butter and honey sandwiches cut into star, bear, heart and flower shapes, cheese and grapes skewers and pretzels. This too was eaten up, minus the grapes.
Dinner was penne ala vodka with broccoli with cheese sauce and a roll. She had parmesan cheese and ranch dip to fill up the pan. We ate one noodle and one bite of the roll. boo.
I tried.
Breakfast apple slices, yogurt, peanut butter and cheerios
Maybe she was just hungry from not eating for almost 24 hrs? It doesn't matter, she ate!
Lunch consisted of mini peanut butter and honey sandwiches cut into star, bear, heart and flower shapes, cheese and grapes skewers and pretzels. This too was eaten up, minus the grapes.
Dinner was penne ala vodka with broccoli with cheese sauce and a roll. She had parmesan cheese and ranch dip to fill up the pan. We ate one noodle and one bite of the roll. boo.
I tried.
Monday, January 11, 2010
EATING!
No, I am not talking about my eating habits that occur at all hours of the night! Tobbie is the one.
When Tobbie started on table food as a smaller child, she loved everything she could get into her mouth. I mean loved food! She was never a BIG eater by any means, but I never had problems getting her to eat or try something. I always bragged on her about this. Well, we now don't eat ANYTHING! And mean, ANYTHING!!!!
I don't know what to do. I have yelled, screamed, locked her in her room, broken plates over it (stupid, I know), I have tried bribing her, offering her chocolate if she would eat, nothing works. We start seeing a new pediatrician next week and I am going to discuss things with the new doc. I mean, I don't require a clean plate or anything, but the kid won't even take a bite of food. You can put a plate of food in front of her and she will look at me and ask for a snack. WTF? There is food in front of you!!!!!
So, no more stressing, begging or bribing. She can have what is put in front of her or not eat at all. It will be her choice. I am also cutting out snacks in between meals if she doesn't eat her meals. And juice and milk are going to be limited as well so she doesn't fill up on those.
I know this may seem harsh to some, but I can't let my kid grow up eating only a few select things. And I completely understand that not everyone likes everything, but you don't know that you don't like something until you have had it like 15 times, and your tastes change what, every 7 years or so?
I am also keeping a food diary of what she consumes so I can keep better track of it. This is going to be hard on my part, but if I truly want to help her and to help her grow, then this is something that needs to be addressed. I want to be able to show her new pediatrician exactly what she eats so she doesn't think I am exaggerating.
So, accurate food logging, here we come! This is for her own good, it is to help her grow strong and healthy. NOT a way for me to enforce my CONTROL over her. Her little body got such a rough start, she needs all the nutrition she can get and she isn't going to get it from saltine crackers or chocolate or gummie snacks. I just want her to be healthy is all. I don't want her winning a hot dog eating contest either! :)
And to add, at 4 years of age, she only weighs 26lbs.
When Tobbie started on table food as a smaller child, she loved everything she could get into her mouth. I mean loved food! She was never a BIG eater by any means, but I never had problems getting her to eat or try something. I always bragged on her about this. Well, we now don't eat ANYTHING! And mean, ANYTHING!!!!
I don't know what to do. I have yelled, screamed, locked her in her room, broken plates over it (stupid, I know), I have tried bribing her, offering her chocolate if she would eat, nothing works. We start seeing a new pediatrician next week and I am going to discuss things with the new doc. I mean, I don't require a clean plate or anything, but the kid won't even take a bite of food. You can put a plate of food in front of her and she will look at me and ask for a snack. WTF? There is food in front of you!!!!!
So, no more stressing, begging or bribing. She can have what is put in front of her or not eat at all. It will be her choice. I am also cutting out snacks in between meals if she doesn't eat her meals. And juice and milk are going to be limited as well so she doesn't fill up on those.
I know this may seem harsh to some, but I can't let my kid grow up eating only a few select things. And I completely understand that not everyone likes everything, but you don't know that you don't like something until you have had it like 15 times, and your tastes change what, every 7 years or so?
I am also keeping a food diary of what she consumes so I can keep better track of it. This is going to be hard on my part, but if I truly want to help her and to help her grow, then this is something that needs to be addressed. I want to be able to show her new pediatrician exactly what she eats so she doesn't think I am exaggerating.
So, accurate food logging, here we come! This is for her own good, it is to help her grow strong and healthy. NOT a way for me to enforce my CONTROL over her. Her little body got such a rough start, she needs all the nutrition she can get and she isn't going to get it from saltine crackers or chocolate or gummie snacks. I just want her to be healthy is all. I don't want her winning a hot dog eating contest either! :)
And to add, at 4 years of age, she only weighs 26lbs.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Happy Birthday Tobbie!
Wow, I cannot believe that she is 4 years old!!!! Tobbie has come a long way in 4 years. She is such an amazing, smart, funny and caring child. She is ultra sensitive and yet not. Make sense? She has been asking to learn to tie her shoes, so that is her goal for this year!
Tobbie celebrated with a Princess and Pirate Party at our house and had a great time. She truly was the belle of the ball!
Enjoy these photos...
Tobbie celebrated with a Princess and Pirate Party at our house and had a great time. She truly was the belle of the ball!
Enjoy these photos...
Friday, January 1, 2010
Happy New Year!
New Years was...well....fun? Nah, it was fun! The kids and I went around the corner to my dear friend Heather's and we had dinner there and had the kids home bathed and in bed by 8:00 and then I crashed myself! Amazing at how different I now spend my New Years Eve compared to years past....I mean years and years past! If I had a photo on this puter of me from back in the day, I would post it for you, but I don't so you will just have to imagine me drunk lying in a pile of puke? Possibly!
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