Posted on March 23, 2018
Day One -Another busted lip
12-4-17 (FIRST EVER WRITTEN BLOG)
Started the day at 6:30 am on the couch.
See guys, when you have a toddler who is seriously as stubborn as a bull, and just won’t give in to NOT co-sleeping. The results are that Ryan (husband) and I, now take turns co-sleeping. That’s real talk. We take turns on our VERY uncomfortable couch, just so we can get uninterrupted sleep. Still uncomfortable. But, not interrupted. (Pick your battles guys)
Gracie was still asleep and we forgot to set the camera up facing the bed so that I wouldn’t have to do exactly what I had to do. Which was go downstairs, and lay in the bed with her (awake) until she woke up.(Safety first )
Dad leaves at 7:15 am.
Gracie finally wakes at 7:30 am.
This is a relief in a way, you guys. Because I hate, hate laying around when I’m wide awake. Anyone else?
I know, I should take advantage of the “resting” moments. But that’s just not me.
Breakfast happening by 8 am. Bath time shortly after and then as 9:30 am rolls around, Gracie and I are finding ourselves bored, and having the 4 wall syndrome. (Stuck in a House)
So, we packed up and went too, grandmas. ❤️ (thank god she’s down the street)
As I write this, I am laughing because no one is following me yet and so I sorta feel like I am just basically journaling to myself.
Anyways, back too subject.
10:30 am and we are headed back home. Nice visit. Yeah, trips are normally short with a toddler. I don’t make the rules. The toddler does apparently.
Just kidding. I needed a shower. (Which I haven’t gotten still. it’s 2:48 pm) (BIG SIGH)
12:25 pm Gracie takes her nap of the day. Well, we are hoping for ONE NAP. But she makes the rules. Duh.
Wakes up at 1:47 pm.
Kid, you did not sleep long enough. I say that with love. She just needs rest.
Is anyone else working on nap transition, with a heavy dose of multiple molars popping? Anyone??
Lunch. blah blah. Turkey dogs and Strawberries. Yeah, I was an overachiever today.
But hey, I did make an excellent breakfast! I assure you. Oh, and dinners in the crockpot. (The machine that cooks for you. Such a beautiful invention)
3:02 pm, Gracie is doing work. She does this thing where she hides when she is going poop.
Well, she thinks she is hiding but then I can see her through the curtains. She thinks it is funny to wrap around inside the drapes. It is not funny. At least she cannot know it is. Ha Ha.
Okay, moving on.
￼Seriously will never understand why toddler poop smells like a LEGIT out-house. Like how does it resemble SO well?! Lmao
So Gracie and I are just waiting for Daddy to get home from work. Another 45 minutes or so until we get to hang. She and I decided that snap chat would be fun. (Well I did)
4: 15 pm and daddy’s home! Time to get dinner going! Thank you crock pot!
To be continued after stuffing my face.
Oh my Lord that was SO good.
Okay, so routine puts us at 5:20 currently and it’s pajama time for Gracie.
Ryan and I are hoping too fit in at least one of our shows tonight.
Shoot, a reminder just was given to me. I have to go set up the camera for the morning. (Mom Brain) HERE I GO…
Shoot the Christmas lights also need hung up in the front window. Do chores ever end as an adult? Let alone a parent?
The camera is up! 6: 06 pm what a fast chore.
Window lights are on hold until tomorrow. For now some good ol family time.
Good night everyone.
Thanks for reading!
Awesome yet unfortunate last-minute input. Gracie just fell into the laundry basket and busted her top lip.
Mind you, this is the second time. She just busted her lip last week hitting the coffee table. (Which is now gone!)
Lord help me.
Posted on March 22, 2018
I literally just took a deep breath before I began typing this. You guys this is a topic I can find tears and humor in. Am I right?
Have a baby they say, it will be worth it in the end they say. Yes, I know that and those people are correct. However, maybe I didn’t listen at the time or perhaps no one was clear about it. (Thanks a lot) But besides all the tremendous blessings we are given on a day today. Feeling my sarcasm in there?
Such as, chasing a wild human around with your hands full, cleaning up god knows what the brown stuff is on the floor and walls, wiping extreme amounts of spit and snot off yourself and another little human. Yeah, besides some of those things…. why on earth was I completely unaware of how stinking messy a toddler is with food! I mean, I have been around kids. All ages. Mine is just a dang terrorist with food! Oh, and my lord is she picky! I love my Gracie girl more than air itself. But, this child can paint an entire room in a house with her food within T- minus 60 seconds. If she is feeling really sassy, we are talking 30 seconds folks. There is no need for dramatizing on that. If you are super curious or perhaps calling my bluff. Email me and maybe we exchange info to Snap chat my endearing meal times with my daughter.
I mean am I alone? Does your child act like this?
Please Lord, if this is just a phase. Thank you. But Lord, if this is not a phase and I am in this for the long run. Can you send me a money tree for all the food expense, a bag of an endless amount of chocolate, and perhaps just a little sprinkle of extra patience? Because only you know just what I need. Amen-
If you are laughing at me, that’s okay. I do that to. But heaven knows I need some Grace in my life for all the strawberries I am responsible for cleaning up off this forsaken carpet. I almost gave up on strawberries folks. They are her favorite so I let her keep them. But let me assure you, my carpet is beige. I’ll leave it there… Haha.
I felt like perhaps sharing some easy access for those seeking some help with Picky eaters, or even just some ideas on Food for a toddler. Now I cant give you much advice on if your child insists on having food fights on a daily, like mine. But, what I can tell you is this.
I don’t know what age your little one is or the circumstances in your home. But one thing I know personally that I remind myself on a daily. Even cleaning 24 hours a day, with little to no sleep, a cranky toddler, a tired but loving husband, and no time for myself. When I reflect on all that, sure I could allow it to make me feel like I am stuck. Because I am guilty of feeling that. However, I would clean up 30 hours a day if that is what it took. Her food smashed in the floors, rubbed on the walls, thrown everywhere and sometimes found days later. I know that one day all of that will be gone. She will be grown up, moved out and on her own. Building her life for herself, and establishing goals for her future.
So, if cleaning up her mess and picking thru endless amounts of food. That she does and doesn’t like. If that is what I do every day, I feel blessed. she is a blessing. Cleaning up food, and rummaging thru options will never outweigh the love I carry doing those things for her day in and day out.
Please don’t think for one second tho, that I wouldn’t kidnap and keep the next person that says they wanna help.
So piece of advice, careful what mama you extend your hand to. She just might be so desperate for a helping hand, she might never let you go. Ha Ha. Help does not come free folks. When it does, its a Unicorn and feel blessed.
The rope and duct tape is in the garage………..
Posted on March 21, 2018
Oh my gosh. If someone ever handed me a Genie Bottle to make some ridiculous wish(es.) I would absolutely choose to have a Super Power and mine would be, “Flash!” Right?! I mean, as a Mom that only makes sense. For all you Moms that have more than one child. I want you to know I just clapped my hands for you. Ha Ha. I’m not even kidding, I did. You are impressive! I also want you to know, I think you are an alien from another planet. Because only something out of this world can handle double the amount of snot and feces. I mean don’t get me wrong, I don’t look down on it. I just think your nuts. Ha Ha. I have one and I feel like I run a zoo, that has landmines everywhere. Instead of Zoo Animal poop landmines. Its Plastic toys that jam into the bottom of your feet, or make you trip and fall. Like your one half of a fifth into some whiskey. Ha Ha. Hey, maybe you are. I won’t judge you but keep it out of the reach of children. Ha Ha!
So like I was saying, I would be Flash! I could literally always have a clean house, top too bottom organization, I mean I could even go to Paris and be back in time for dinner! That would seriously boost my Mom street credit. I mean think of the possibilities! Let us do it together.
Scenario, Mom of two little boys. Ages 6 and 8, they are both in public school and have after school activities they both attend. Mom also has a Full-time job that is rather demanding of her. The father is a pilot, and he is away for work a lot so he can support his family. While the mom is home working, and tending to the children. So let us imagine what her day looks like. Wake up, get ready. But don’t forget the boys need to be ready for school too. Which we ALL know, almost all boys, let alone kids take absolutely forever to just keep enough focus to dress themselves. So priorities are, yes mom will need a shower. But her first job is to feed the boys, ensure they are getting dressed, ready for their day before school, she needs to pack lunches, and be sure the boys have clean jeans on. Yeah, you know what I’m talking about.
Okay, so I am gonna stop there because I know you are getting the drift that this mom. Let alone a lot of moms out there that have a list of things to do in a short amount of time, and the paper isn’t long enough to write the list. Dads have a lot of responsibility, don’t get me wrong. But mom life, holy bananas. We are like bumble bees. Right? So my point is, that I would choose Flash. Simply for the purpose of knowing and ensuring that everything would be done with a breeze and not a skip of a breath. I like that. I like the sound of that a lot. Don’t you?
Or, am I the Alien?
(Feel free to share what Super Power you would choose, and why)