As we (or I should say, "I") am busy painting and preparing Trent's new room, I have come to realize that Trent is one spoiled little monkey. Because we were planning on decorating the new nursery with a pirate theme and Trent loves pirates, we decided to move Trent into the new room and make a few minor changes to his current room in preparation for the new baby. Thanks to my good friend Kristen for giving us this idea, we are adding some stuffed animal heads to the walls and putting a little hunting spin on the jungle themed nursery. No, I do not mean that we are putting real animal heads on the walls. We are turning some stuffed animals into wall mounts in honor of Mark's love of hunting. It sounds a bit morbid but is really cute!
Back to Trent's new room....
Mark is sick and tired of having to watch Sesame Street, which is Trent's current obsession. Even if he is not watching it, he likes it to be playing in the background. It is odd but he is obsessed with it! I even wake up in the middle of the night with songs from his favorite episodes stuck in my head and I have to admit, it is quite annoying.
So, Mark sent me on a mission to get a television for Trent's new room, and not just any television but a 26" flat screen. I took some gift cards we got for Christmas and headed out to Target yesterday. I studied this televisions for what seemed like forever and the 26" screen just seemed way too big for a two-year-old! I couldn't help but think back to when my parents got me my first television for my room when I was in high school and how it was 13". Standing in Target, thinking that a 26 incher is way too big, I suddenly felt like my dad. Growing up, he used to always remind my brothers and I about how he used to have to wash his jeans in the sink with a toothbrush and how lucky we were. I now felt like my dad as I could just see myself standing over Trent saying, "Do you know how lucky you are? When I was little I had a t.v. that was 13 inches!" I decided to go with a choice that was somewhat in the middle and purchase the 22" television.
I arrive home, proud of the fact that I went for the smaller screen and therefore had enough money to completely cover the cost of the television with the gift cards. Mark quickly destroyed my sense of pride by telling me that the television was way too small and that I needed to return it and get the 26 incher!
After gymnastics this morning, I loaded the television back in the car, along with a bag of clothes that I had to return that Trent got for Christmas and which were too small for him. I returned everything and set off to the back of the store where the televisions are located. I was shocked that in one day, all of the flat screens had gone on sale! I quickly did the comparisons and realized that I could get a 32 inch screen for only twenty dollars more than the requested 26 inch television. So, what do I do? Buy the stinking bigger television of course because I just couldn't pass that deal up and with the returns, I still didn't have to pay anything out of pocket!
I load the new television back in the car and call Mark to tell him about by savvy purchase. As I recite the story to him, I realize how ridiculous I sounded. I cannot believe that I bought a 32' flat screen for my 21 month old's room! I am nuts and Trent is spoiled!
On a side-note, as I was bathing Trent last night, Jeopardy was playing in the other room. Mindlessly, I begin to answer all of the questions correctly. After the fifth or sixth question, Mark shouted from the other room and asked me how I knew all of the answers. I was feeling very smart and proudly proclaimed, "I can totally be on jeopardy!" This was the point that Mark responded that it was teen night and the contestants were fifteen years old. The wind quickly went out of my sails as Mark laughed hysterically. I couldn't help but smile as I shouted, "I can still take those kids on and I'd kick their bums!" As I was drying Trent off, I realized that I could never be smart enough to be on Jeopardy. My older brother, Raul, could totally go on there and kick some ass but not me. Raul is the guy who knows everything about everything and I am always amazed at how that tattooed man can know so much useless and useful information!
I'll stick to baking this baby and writing my new book about bridesmaids from hell which I am half way done with! Now, I'm off to Trent's final peditrician appointment where we will find out if the infection is gone or if surgery needs to be scheduled. Due to Trent constantly jabbing his fingers in his ears, I'm thinking that the surgery will be a go. I'll update you later today!
My Trent Monster and Me
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Trent's at it Again!
So, this is another story about poop.
I don't know if it's a boy thing or just a toddler thing but Trent has seemed to have more than his fair share of poop stories.
Anyhow, it happened like this...
Last Friday, as we were getting ready to head to the Bay Area, Trent took off all of his clothes. He had already gone to the bathroom three times that day so I figured that I would let him run around naked as I curled my hair because I was then going to get him dressed and ready to leave. So, I put Sesame Street on and run into my room to curl my hair. After about three minutes, I don't hear him jabbering along to the episode like he usually does so I poke my head around the corner and into the family room. I instantly notice that he has something in both of his hands. Not recognizing what he was playing with so intently, I walk toward him perplexed. And then I see it...he has poop in his hands!
I call out his name and he looks up at me and proudly says, "Poop!"I walk toward him slowly so as not to startle him into running across the house with a hand full of the brown stuff. He smiles, holds out both of his hands toward me and then smacks his two hands together roughly, making one big poo cake. Trying not to gag, I calmly got him to the toilet and told him that that is where he is supposed to go poo. He three his turn sandwich into the bowel and then took off screeching like a hyena. I then had to practically hose him down because not only did he have poop on his hands but he had a few streaks down his belly.
I don't know what it is with Trent and poop! I am hoping it is a Trent thing as opposed to a boy thing because I don't want to deal with these poop incidents with the next little boy who is due in May.
Now, I'm off to paint Trent's new room.
By the way, thanks for the enormous amount of views I've had this last week! I don't know what is going on but it makes me happy to see over 200 views each day! My guess is that people want to see if I am going to post the e-mail I've discussed in previous posts. But anyhow, thanks for the support everyone! With these numbers, I'll try to post something every day but it's been hard because Trent's ear infection is still bad. We have an appointment with the doctor this week and he has a hearing test next week and the surgery will then be scheduled from there. I'll keep you updated!
I don't know if it's a boy thing or just a toddler thing but Trent has seemed to have more than his fair share of poop stories.
Anyhow, it happened like this...
Last Friday, as we were getting ready to head to the Bay Area, Trent took off all of his clothes. He had already gone to the bathroom three times that day so I figured that I would let him run around naked as I curled my hair because I was then going to get him dressed and ready to leave. So, I put Sesame Street on and run into my room to curl my hair. After about three minutes, I don't hear him jabbering along to the episode like he usually does so I poke my head around the corner and into the family room. I instantly notice that he has something in both of his hands. Not recognizing what he was playing with so intently, I walk toward him perplexed. And then I see it...he has poop in his hands!
I call out his name and he looks up at me and proudly says, "Poop!"I walk toward him slowly so as not to startle him into running across the house with a hand full of the brown stuff. He smiles, holds out both of his hands toward me and then smacks his two hands together roughly, making one big poo cake. Trying not to gag, I calmly got him to the toilet and told him that that is where he is supposed to go poo. He three his turn sandwich into the bowel and then took off screeching like a hyena. I then had to practically hose him down because not only did he have poop on his hands but he had a few streaks down his belly.
I don't know what it is with Trent and poop! I am hoping it is a Trent thing as opposed to a boy thing because I don't want to deal with these poop incidents with the next little boy who is due in May.
Now, I'm off to paint Trent's new room.
By the way, thanks for the enormous amount of views I've had this last week! I don't know what is going on but it makes me happy to see over 200 views each day! My guess is that people want to see if I am going to post the e-mail I've discussed in previous posts. But anyhow, thanks for the support everyone! With these numbers, I'll try to post something every day but it's been hard because Trent's ear infection is still bad. We have an appointment with the doctor this week and he has a hearing test next week and the surgery will then be scheduled from there. I'll keep you updated!
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Much Needed Family Time and the Big 6-0!
My dad turns the big 6-0 tomorrow and to celebrate his day, Mark, Trent and I, headed down to the Bay Area last Friday for some much needed family time. I cannot tell you how excited I was to see my family after the week I had, especially in light of the fact that after my rant about the falling out I had with a family member, I took the post down only to be taunted by that family member and informed that not only did she write the horribly mean email that prompted my post, but that my brother-in-law, (who I had--had being the operative word always loved and had the upmost respect for), helped her write it! With that little revelation, I was excited to spend time with some people who actually understand the meaning of the term "family."
After receiving some slack for the post I made about that falling out, and finding out that the email that prompted that blog was a collaboration, I am seriously considering (I'm about 99% sure) posting the email that they sent me which prompted the anger I had in the post I took down and now wish i hadn't. That way, those of you who judged me can see what caused my anger and maybe even realize that maybe, just maybe, I may have been right to say the things that I did. I was too busy having fun this weekend to post it, but we'll see...
On a much happier note, I was honored to have been allowed to go with my soon-to-be sister-in-law and her mom and sister wedding dress shopping (and my mom and aunt, as well). We had a blast and I am so excited for her because she found her dream dress and all 90 pounds of her looked beautiful! I cannot wait for their big day!
After the dress appointment, Mark, Trent and my parents went to our 3d/4d ultrasound. The baby refused to move his little legs and hands so we had a hard time seeing him at first. After jumping and shaking my belly, he finally cooperated and we were able to see the little guy. He had the same chubby cheeks and pug nose that Trent had in his 3d ultrasound! He kept sucking on his toes and umbilical cord and his eyes were open nearly the entire time. It was very neat to see and we can't wait to meet the new little man in May.
Last night, my brothers and I (and all of our spouses) got a limo and took my parents to Flemming's in Walnut Creek (Trent stayed home with Aunt Sassy, who is the world's best babysitter). Despite the fact that the people at our table refused to leave for over an hour past our reservation time, we had a great time once we were finally seated. Man, oh, man....was the food delicious! We all agreed that we have never had food so delicious....from the apps, to the steaks and dessert, everything was absolutely delectable!
My dad, as usual, gave the most touching toast that made us all cry! In return, we basically roasted the poor guy and we've never laughed so hard! My older brother revealed some hilarious stories of things that he got away with when he was a teenager that no one knew about until last night; my little brother gave a touching toast about my dad and I told some funny memories of growing up. Mark, who was quite toasted himself, gave a very touching and emotional toast about my dad who he has grown so close with since his father's own passing. All in all, it was just what my family needed! To sit there with the immediate family like old times, laugh and reminisce was a blast and something that I think we all cherished.
It's weird to think that the next time we will probably all be together like that, we will have a new baby as will my older brother and his wife, Tami. We are so looking forward to Trent have a brother and a new cousin (well, technically, two new cousins because Mark's sister is pregnant too..yay!). I was sad to leave my family but I'm sure my parents will be here soon to help me put the new pirate room together! Thank goodness because that is going to be a lot of work!
I love my family and I am sooooo lucky to have the parents and siblings I do. You cannot find a family who is closer and who loves each other more.
After receiving some slack for the post I made about that falling out, and finding out that the email that prompted that blog was a collaboration, I am seriously considering (I'm about 99% sure) posting the email that they sent me which prompted the anger I had in the post I took down and now wish i hadn't. That way, those of you who judged me can see what caused my anger and maybe even realize that maybe, just maybe, I may have been right to say the things that I did. I was too busy having fun this weekend to post it, but we'll see...
On a much happier note, I was honored to have been allowed to go with my soon-to-be sister-in-law and her mom and sister wedding dress shopping (and my mom and aunt, as well). We had a blast and I am so excited for her because she found her dream dress and all 90 pounds of her looked beautiful! I cannot wait for their big day!
After the dress appointment, Mark, Trent and my parents went to our 3d/4d ultrasound. The baby refused to move his little legs and hands so we had a hard time seeing him at first. After jumping and shaking my belly, he finally cooperated and we were able to see the little guy. He had the same chubby cheeks and pug nose that Trent had in his 3d ultrasound! He kept sucking on his toes and umbilical cord and his eyes were open nearly the entire time. It was very neat to see and we can't wait to meet the new little man in May.
Last night, my brothers and I (and all of our spouses) got a limo and took my parents to Flemming's in Walnut Creek (Trent stayed home with Aunt Sassy, who is the world's best babysitter). Despite the fact that the people at our table refused to leave for over an hour past our reservation time, we had a great time once we were finally seated. Man, oh, man....was the food delicious! We all agreed that we have never had food so delicious....from the apps, to the steaks and dessert, everything was absolutely delectable!
My dad, as usual, gave the most touching toast that made us all cry! In return, we basically roasted the poor guy and we've never laughed so hard! My older brother revealed some hilarious stories of things that he got away with when he was a teenager that no one knew about until last night; my little brother gave a touching toast about my dad and I told some funny memories of growing up. Mark, who was quite toasted himself, gave a very touching and emotional toast about my dad who he has grown so close with since his father's own passing. All in all, it was just what my family needed! To sit there with the immediate family like old times, laugh and reminisce was a blast and something that I think we all cherished.
It's weird to think that the next time we will probably all be together like that, we will have a new baby as will my older brother and his wife, Tami. We are so looking forward to Trent have a brother and a new cousin (well, technically, two new cousins because Mark's sister is pregnant too..yay!). I was sad to leave my family but I'm sure my parents will be here soon to help me put the new pirate room together! Thank goodness because that is going to be a lot of work!
I love my family and I am sooooo lucky to have the parents and siblings I do. You cannot find a family who is closer and who loves each other more.
Godparents Have Been Chosen!
After much thinking, Mark and I are so very honored to have asked my soon-to-be sister-in-law, Tanya and my older brother, Raul, to be the godparents to the little bun in the oven! We were able to ask them in person last night and we could not be more pleased that they agreed. We know that they are they perfect choice to guide our little monster. I know that they are both going to have very busy years ahead of them with Tanya planning the wedding and my brother awaiting the arrival of his first child but we'll squeeze in a baptism in there somewhere :)
Thursday, January 17, 2013
My Tumbling Monkey
Trent is a shy little monkey and I am bound and determined to break him of this. Thus, I enrolled him in an under 2 years old gymnastics class at a place called Tumbleweeds. We went to our first class this morning and he LOVED it!
At first, he wanted nothing to do with any of it. He was much more interested in exploring the gym than in participating in the class but after a little while, he warmed up and started to play. After the warm-up, the adorable teacher busted out some small games that were mean to build coordination. For instance, there was a large stack of of those plastic champagne glasses and the kids had to stack them as high as they could. When it was his turn, he stared a the glasses for a second and then he began to grab one at a time and stack them with ease. When he was finished he looked at the teacher like, "Puulleassse! Give me a challenge, lady."
Next, he was supposed to roll/flip really large (I'm talking, huge blocks that were much bigger than the kids) blocks. He flipped them a few times and became bored. He decided it was much for fun to pick them up and throw them as far as he could like He-Man. He would strain and grunt to lift them and then throw them to the side. It was pretty cute.
His favorite activity by far was the trampoline, bit the big round one and the long skinny one. He was jump and jump and then fall onto his bottom, laugh, and then get it up and do it all over again. He needs to work on walking on the balance beam and his hanging skills (which is odd because he loves to hang from our pull-up bar but he refused to do it today) but he really enjoyed it. In fact, he loved it so much that he threw the world's largest tantrum when it was time to leave...I mean, he kicked and screamed and just flipped out. Good thing we got the unlimited package so he has lots of time to enjoy himself. We will go to the morning class tomorrow and then I think that I'll make Mark take him on Saturday morning so that he can see exactly what he's paying for :)
Hopefully, he'll make some friends from this group which included a surprising number of little boys. Maybe I'll even make a new friend or two as well!
At first, he wanted nothing to do with any of it. He was much more interested in exploring the gym than in participating in the class but after a little while, he warmed up and started to play. After the warm-up, the adorable teacher busted out some small games that were mean to build coordination. For instance, there was a large stack of of those plastic champagne glasses and the kids had to stack them as high as they could. When it was his turn, he stared a the glasses for a second and then he began to grab one at a time and stack them with ease. When he was finished he looked at the teacher like, "Puulleassse! Give me a challenge, lady."
Next, he was supposed to roll/flip really large (I'm talking, huge blocks that were much bigger than the kids) blocks. He flipped them a few times and became bored. He decided it was much for fun to pick them up and throw them as far as he could like He-Man. He would strain and grunt to lift them and then throw them to the side. It was pretty cute.
His favorite activity by far was the trampoline, bit the big round one and the long skinny one. He was jump and jump and then fall onto his bottom, laugh, and then get it up and do it all over again. He needs to work on walking on the balance beam and his hanging skills (which is odd because he loves to hang from our pull-up bar but he refused to do it today) but he really enjoyed it. In fact, he loved it so much that he threw the world's largest tantrum when it was time to leave...I mean, he kicked and screamed and just flipped out. Good thing we got the unlimited package so he has lots of time to enjoy himself. We will go to the morning class tomorrow and then I think that I'll make Mark take him on Saturday morning so that he can see exactly what he's paying for :)
Hopefully, he'll make some friends from this group which included a surprising number of little boys. Maybe I'll even make a new friend or two as well!
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Kisses, Cuddles and Laughs...Oh, My!
Trent is a cuddle bug, there is no denying that. He always has been. I love it.
Every morning, I have to sit on the couch with him and cuddle while he watches Super Why. There are various times throughout the day when he just wants to cuddle whether it be for thirty seconds or ten minutes. I recently started making the kissing "muah" noise whenever I kiss him and he LOVES it! He is obsessed with making the noise himself whenever he gives me a kiss. Ever since I started making the "muah" noise, he is obsessed with giving us smooches and I have to admit that I love it! I will take as many hugs and kisses as I can get before he gets to that age where he starts to push me away. By the way, as I am typing this post, he just ran up to me and gave me a big kiss. I just love him! He gets his cuddle time in and then he is off and running and getting into trouble.
Speaking of trouble.
I was talking to my good friend Kristen this morning and I was doing so, I was packing away my old work clothes which are housed in the soon-to-be nursery. I left Trent in the family room as I was doing this, where he was quietly peeling stickers and transferring them to construction paper. As Kristen and I were talking, I realized that it was too quiet and that is never, ever a good sign. Quiet=trouble. So, I walk into the family room and see that Trent has found a tube of Neosporin, how he reached it in the bathroom, I haven't a clue. I immediately notice that his previously soft, clean hair is now a greasy, sticky mess. Apparently, he thought that the Neosporin was hair gel and he tried to do his own hair. Fantastic! I know this is what he was attempting to do because when I style his hair in his famous mohawk, he fights me for the hair gel and if he even touches the tube, he run his hand over his hair and tries to spike it. It is pretty cute even though it always messes his hair up and I have to fix it. He's just trying to help. Anyhow, now he is a greasy mess.
After I got off the phone, he decided that he had to go to the bathroom. He took his pants and diaper off and kept saying "poo poo." I pulled his frog potty out and was preparing to put Trent on it when he turned away from me and I burst out laughing! He had a sticker, shaped like an arrow, stuck directly on his left butt cheek and it just so happened to be pointed directly toward his bunghole. How it got there, I haven't a clue but it was perfect.
This story made me think about when my older brother, Raul, was a toddler and sitting in the shopping cart while my mom was shopping for produce. She felt like she kept getting odd locks as she walked through the grocery store and even a few snickers. Confused, she finished her shopping and when she got to the checkout line, the cashier told her that she had a sticker stuck to her boob. Shocked, she looked down and saw that she had a sticker that read "ripe and ready to eat" stuck to the very middle of her boob. Little Raul had put it on there and as you fellow moms out there know, your kid touching your boobs even as a toddler becomes second nature...it happens so often that you don't even feel it any more and apparently that is what happened to my poor mom. Point being, kids are funny. They get into trouble and they often times, embarrass the living crap out of you but when they come over and kiss you for no reason, your heart melts every single time!
On a side-note, Trent gave me eight random kisses during the time it took me to write this. Maybe he will be my cuddly little love bug today and stay out of trouble! Hah! A mom can wish for the impossible!
Every morning, I have to sit on the couch with him and cuddle while he watches Super Why. There are various times throughout the day when he just wants to cuddle whether it be for thirty seconds or ten minutes. I recently started making the kissing "muah" noise whenever I kiss him and he LOVES it! He is obsessed with making the noise himself whenever he gives me a kiss. Ever since I started making the "muah" noise, he is obsessed with giving us smooches and I have to admit that I love it! I will take as many hugs and kisses as I can get before he gets to that age where he starts to push me away. By the way, as I am typing this post, he just ran up to me and gave me a big kiss. I just love him! He gets his cuddle time in and then he is off and running and getting into trouble.
Speaking of trouble.
I was talking to my good friend Kristen this morning and I was doing so, I was packing away my old work clothes which are housed in the soon-to-be nursery. I left Trent in the family room as I was doing this, where he was quietly peeling stickers and transferring them to construction paper. As Kristen and I were talking, I realized that it was too quiet and that is never, ever a good sign. Quiet=trouble. So, I walk into the family room and see that Trent has found a tube of Neosporin, how he reached it in the bathroom, I haven't a clue. I immediately notice that his previously soft, clean hair is now a greasy, sticky mess. Apparently, he thought that the Neosporin was hair gel and he tried to do his own hair. Fantastic! I know this is what he was attempting to do because when I style his hair in his famous mohawk, he fights me for the hair gel and if he even touches the tube, he run his hand over his hair and tries to spike it. It is pretty cute even though it always messes his hair up and I have to fix it. He's just trying to help. Anyhow, now he is a greasy mess.
After I got off the phone, he decided that he had to go to the bathroom. He took his pants and diaper off and kept saying "poo poo." I pulled his frog potty out and was preparing to put Trent on it when he turned away from me and I burst out laughing! He had a sticker, shaped like an arrow, stuck directly on his left butt cheek and it just so happened to be pointed directly toward his bunghole. How it got there, I haven't a clue but it was perfect.
This story made me think about when my older brother, Raul, was a toddler and sitting in the shopping cart while my mom was shopping for produce. She felt like she kept getting odd locks as she walked through the grocery store and even a few snickers. Confused, she finished her shopping and when she got to the checkout line, the cashier told her that she had a sticker stuck to her boob. Shocked, she looked down and saw that she had a sticker that read "ripe and ready to eat" stuck to the very middle of her boob. Little Raul had put it on there and as you fellow moms out there know, your kid touching your boobs even as a toddler becomes second nature...it happens so often that you don't even feel it any more and apparently that is what happened to my poor mom. Point being, kids are funny. They get into trouble and they often times, embarrass the living crap out of you but when they come over and kiss you for no reason, your heart melts every single time!
On a side-note, Trent gave me eight random kisses during the time it took me to write this. Maybe he will be my cuddly little love bug today and stay out of trouble! Hah! A mom can wish for the impossible!
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
24 Weeks: Baby is a Cantaloupe
I have hit the 24 week mark today and as thebump.com has informed me in my weekly email, baby is now the size of a cantaloupe....yum, cantaloupe. I'm hungry which is good because I have only gained 3 pounds this pregnancy. I just haven't had an appetite to save my life. I try to remember to eat because I know I need to feed the baby but it is hard because I haven't been hungry!
Back to the baby...
I am feeling him kick more and more and even seeing my belly move a lot, especially at night. If I sit down for a moment, I can usually see a bum or a head poke up and down a few times which always makes me laugh. Trent points to my tummy and says "baby" which also makes me laugh. I still feel pretty good. My back is starting to hurt and I'm still tired (both of which will only get worse) but other than that, I feel great.
At this point in my pregnancy with Trent, the nursery was nearly complete. I haven't even started the new nursery but Trent and I did go to Home Depot today and pick up several samples of paint to try. We are going with a shade of grey which we are hoping will go well with the pirate theme we've picked for the nursery. I've browsed pirate decor but have yet to purchase a single thing. I have however, started to stock up on diapers, baby lotion and soap, etc. Being that we already have a boy, there really isn't that much to get, which is nice.
Being that nothing eventful is going on with the baby, that's about all there is to report for now!!
Back to the baby...
I am feeling him kick more and more and even seeing my belly move a lot, especially at night. If I sit down for a moment, I can usually see a bum or a head poke up and down a few times which always makes me laugh. Trent points to my tummy and says "baby" which also makes me laugh. I still feel pretty good. My back is starting to hurt and I'm still tired (both of which will only get worse) but other than that, I feel great.
At this point in my pregnancy with Trent, the nursery was nearly complete. I haven't even started the new nursery but Trent and I did go to Home Depot today and pick up several samples of paint to try. We are going with a shade of grey which we are hoping will go well with the pirate theme we've picked for the nursery. I've browsed pirate decor but have yet to purchase a single thing. I have however, started to stock up on diapers, baby lotion and soap, etc. Being that we already have a boy, there really isn't that much to get, which is nice.
Being that nothing eventful is going on with the baby, that's about all there is to report for now!!
Monday, January 14, 2013
My Monster Needs Tubes!
My little
monster has not seemed to get any better. He is still a little fussy, he's been
pulling at his ears again and he has been waking up at night again. We've been
going to the doctor every two weeks and although the infection itself is gone,
his ears are still inflamed and red. Because he has been particularly fussy the
last few days and really sticking his fingers in his ears even though his third
round of antibiotics is nearly complete, I took him to an ENT this
afternoon.
I have to
say, I wasn't a huge fan of the ENT that we saw but he comes highly
recommended. After listening to me for two seconds, he immediately suggested
that Trent get tubes in his ears. Two seconds after that, he whipped out a
consent form that he had me sign for him to do the surgery. I asked him a few
questions about the surgery but he never answered them. He just kept giving me
this speech that was clearly memorized.
So, we
have another appointment with the pediatrician on Thursday where I will see
what she says. If she agrees with the ENT, I suppose we will schedule an
appointment for Trent to get tubes in his ears.
My poor little
man! I feel so bad for him. I'll keep you updated on the outcome!
Saturday, January 12, 2013
A Quick Rant about my Dear Husband
A quick rant on husbands...
This morning, Mark informed me that friends of his were having a get together to watch the game tonight and he wanted all of us to go. The party is right around the corner from us and is being thrown by a fraternity brother of his that moved in recently. He and his wife just had a son and they are the sweetest family around. However, being that I am still a little sick, I didn't think I should go and be around an infant. I would be pissed if a sick person knowingly came around my newborn so I decided to stay home, blog and write.
So, a few minutes ago, Mark grabs his keys and kisses me and Trent goodbye. Perplexed, I asked him why he wasn't taking Trent with him, to which he responded that Trent was not invited to the party and that a football get together is not a place for kids. It took me an entire 1.5 seconds to register what his words meant....he never intended for me or Trent to go at all! He always assumed that I would stay home with the baby and just put on a big 'ol act about it! Normally, I would pat him on the back and tell him to have fun but since he lied to me about acting like he wanted us all to go in the first place, I thought that I would give him a taste of his own medicine.
Dumbfounded, I told him that he needed to take Trent anyway and hang out with his kid who he didn't see all week because Mark had to work so much. He told me that he wasn't going to take him because he wanted to hang out with his friends. Being that he has been (and, really always does work) working so hard, I completely understand that he would want to relax with his friends and drink a few beers but I'm still sick too! I want time to relax too! I didn't, nor do I ever, get a day off from anything and until you stay at home with a child 24/7, you just cannot comprehend how much work it actually is. So, I told Mark all of this. I calmly explained that I don't ever get time to myself and I cannot even remember the last time I went out and did anything with my friends alone. I have to take Trent with me everywhere...for goodness sake, the kid even follows me to the bathroom. I commented on how nice it would be to have some time to myself too.
Clearly annoyed and pissed at me, he grabbed Trent and stormed out of the door. Do I feel bad about making him take his son to a get together when all Mark wanted to do was hang out and relax? Actually, I do! This guilt however, lessens slightly when I remind myself that he had no intention of taking us to begin with and that it was all a big act :)
Now, I sit here on the couch, blogging and preparing to write some more of my new book. The silence is beautiful and will be cherished for however long Mark can handle Trent alone at a party where he will no doubt be trying to explore everything. Hehe.....welcome to my world!
I give him an hour...tops! Let the countdown begin :)
This morning, Mark informed me that friends of his were having a get together to watch the game tonight and he wanted all of us to go. The party is right around the corner from us and is being thrown by a fraternity brother of his that moved in recently. He and his wife just had a son and they are the sweetest family around. However, being that I am still a little sick, I didn't think I should go and be around an infant. I would be pissed if a sick person knowingly came around my newborn so I decided to stay home, blog and write.
So, a few minutes ago, Mark grabs his keys and kisses me and Trent goodbye. Perplexed, I asked him why he wasn't taking Trent with him, to which he responded that Trent was not invited to the party and that a football get together is not a place for kids. It took me an entire 1.5 seconds to register what his words meant....he never intended for me or Trent to go at all! He always assumed that I would stay home with the baby and just put on a big 'ol act about it! Normally, I would pat him on the back and tell him to have fun but since he lied to me about acting like he wanted us all to go in the first place, I thought that I would give him a taste of his own medicine.
Dumbfounded, I told him that he needed to take Trent anyway and hang out with his kid who he didn't see all week because Mark had to work so much. He told me that he wasn't going to take him because he wanted to hang out with his friends. Being that he has been (and, really always does work) working so hard, I completely understand that he would want to relax with his friends and drink a few beers but I'm still sick too! I want time to relax too! I didn't, nor do I ever, get a day off from anything and until you stay at home with a child 24/7, you just cannot comprehend how much work it actually is. So, I told Mark all of this. I calmly explained that I don't ever get time to myself and I cannot even remember the last time I went out and did anything with my friends alone. I have to take Trent with me everywhere...for goodness sake, the kid even follows me to the bathroom. I commented on how nice it would be to have some time to myself too.
Clearly annoyed and pissed at me, he grabbed Trent and stormed out of the door. Do I feel bad about making him take his son to a get together when all Mark wanted to do was hang out and relax? Actually, I do! This guilt however, lessens slightly when I remind myself that he had no intention of taking us to begin with and that it was all a big act :)
Now, I sit here on the couch, blogging and preparing to write some more of my new book. The silence is beautiful and will be cherished for however long Mark can handle Trent alone at a party where he will no doubt be trying to explore everything. Hehe.....welcome to my world!
I give him an hour...tops! Let the countdown begin :)
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Calling All Bridesmaid Tales!
Over the last few years, my friends and I have been bridesmaids in quite a few weddings and because of this, we have exchanged some very funny wedding party stories.
A few weeks ago, I started to write a new book about the funny, dramatic and often catty behavior of bridesmaids and everything that that job entails. I am about a quarter of the way finished but I've decided to ask for help and see if anyone out there has any funny and/or disastrous bridal party stories that I can include!
If anyone wants to share these stories with me, feel free to comment below, comment on my Facebook or send me a private message via Facebook or email (TiannaRose24@gmail.com).
I can't wait to hear the responses!
Thanks so much!
A few weeks ago, I started to write a new book about the funny, dramatic and often catty behavior of bridesmaids and everything that that job entails. I am about a quarter of the way finished but I've decided to ask for help and see if anyone out there has any funny and/or disastrous bridal party stories that I can include!
If anyone wants to share these stories with me, feel free to comment below, comment on my Facebook or send me a private message via Facebook or email (TiannaRose24@gmail.com).
I can't wait to hear the responses!
Thanks so much!
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
The Stripper Pole Debate
As you have probably guessed by now, Mark and I DVR entirely too much t.v., particularly reality shows. In line with that, I was watching yesterdays episode of Tia and Tamara earlier in the day. You may be wondering why I watch that you show. The answer, I have no idea, but I do. It's not particularly good but I watch it anyway! Anyhow, the topic of the episode was keeping it spicy in the bedroom after years of marriage. So, one of the sister's ends up taking an S Factor pole dancing class where she learns a sexy striptease routine. This triggered a memory from when I was in law school and living with Mark in Vegas.
S Factor had just started to become popular and I wanted to know what all of the hype was all about so I ordered a few of the videos. They were a bit corny but I thought it would be fun to learn a stupid little routine and surprise Mark with it. Sparing everyone the details, he loved it! I was so proud of myself and excited about how ripped my arms could get if I only had a pole to practice on. And so began my campaign to convince Mark to let me install a pole in his house. He immediately shot me down for fear that people (particularly my parents) would see metal devices in the floor and ceiling and wonder what weird, kinky stuff we were into. I was appalled. I couldn't believe that a man would refuse to allow a stripper pole in his house! As some of you may know, as Mark has gotten older, he shockingly, has become a bit more conservative. Get him around some old friends and pump him with a few drinks and college-boy Mark, aka Mase, aka Clore, comes out, rearing it's ugly head. Anyhow, no matter how much I tried, I could not convince him to let me get a stripper pole so the topic was forgotten about...until today.
Back to the stripper episode...Igot all excited about the pole again and thought, maybe just maybe, I can convince him to let me get a pole now. I mean, we've been together for eleven years, we're married, we have kids, so our parents clearly know that we do the hibbity, why shouldn't I be allowed to install a pole?
So, I hop on the internet and start to do some research on a good, sturdy pole. I'm thinking that I will surprise Mark and there will be no way he can say no. And then....I remembered that I'm pregnant. This little fact quickly put a damper on my excitement. I'm not sad that I'm pregnant, I just can't stop thinking that no one in their right mind wants to see a pregnant woman on a pole! The vision I had of myself looking like I did in college, whipping myself around a pole and performing a fabulous routine quickly dissipated and was replaced by myself as I am now....very pregnant. If I were to try that crap now, I most likely wouldn't be able to pull myself to the top, I'd probably fall and crack my head open, my belly would hit the pole and stop my body from twirling oh so delicately in quick circles and I'd probably accidentally let a toot escape with the exertion needed to act like a stripper (come on ladies....you know you can get a little gassy while pregnant).
Therefore, I have made my decision.....there will be no installing a pole in my immediate future. I do have to whip myself into shape for my little brother and Tanya's wedding later this year. That big event, coupled with the desire to look smoking hot for my husband may be some motivation for me to work even harder at it. Until then, goodbye stripper pole....goodbye!
S Factor had just started to become popular and I wanted to know what all of the hype was all about so I ordered a few of the videos. They were a bit corny but I thought it would be fun to learn a stupid little routine and surprise Mark with it. Sparing everyone the details, he loved it! I was so proud of myself and excited about how ripped my arms could get if I only had a pole to practice on. And so began my campaign to convince Mark to let me install a pole in his house. He immediately shot me down for fear that people (particularly my parents) would see metal devices in the floor and ceiling and wonder what weird, kinky stuff we were into. I was appalled. I couldn't believe that a man would refuse to allow a stripper pole in his house! As some of you may know, as Mark has gotten older, he shockingly, has become a bit more conservative. Get him around some old friends and pump him with a few drinks and college-boy Mark, aka Mase, aka Clore, comes out, rearing it's ugly head. Anyhow, no matter how much I tried, I could not convince him to let me get a stripper pole so the topic was forgotten about...until today.
Back to the stripper episode...Igot all excited about the pole again and thought, maybe just maybe, I can convince him to let me get a pole now. I mean, we've been together for eleven years, we're married, we have kids, so our parents clearly know that we do the hibbity, why shouldn't I be allowed to install a pole?
So, I hop on the internet and start to do some research on a good, sturdy pole. I'm thinking that I will surprise Mark and there will be no way he can say no. And then....I remembered that I'm pregnant. This little fact quickly put a damper on my excitement. I'm not sad that I'm pregnant, I just can't stop thinking that no one in their right mind wants to see a pregnant woman on a pole! The vision I had of myself looking like I did in college, whipping myself around a pole and performing a fabulous routine quickly dissipated and was replaced by myself as I am now....very pregnant. If I were to try that crap now, I most likely wouldn't be able to pull myself to the top, I'd probably fall and crack my head open, my belly would hit the pole and stop my body from twirling oh so delicately in quick circles and I'd probably accidentally let a toot escape with the exertion needed to act like a stripper (come on ladies....you know you can get a little gassy while pregnant).
Therefore, I have made my decision.....there will be no installing a pole in my immediate future. I do have to whip myself into shape for my little brother and Tanya's wedding later this year. That big event, coupled with the desire to look smoking hot for my husband may be some motivation for me to work even harder at it. Until then, goodbye stripper pole....goodbye!
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
It's embarrassing and gross but yes, it happened
Since I promised that I would be totally honest in this blog, I felt like I had to share an embarrassing side-effect of pregnancy that did happen to me last night even though it is gross and like I said, embarrassing!
Now that Trent has passed his sickness on to me, I cannot stop coughing. I have the runny nose, sore throat and all. I'm to the point where my body is trying to expel the nasty phlegm but all that happens is that it gets stuck in my throat until I cough and cough so hard that I can't breath (it's times like these that I wish I was a guy and knew how to hack that crap up and out) and I have to end up swallowing it back down, which is the worst!
Well, I was having one of these coughing fits last night. My head was over the sink as I heaved, hoping that I would finally get it up. I started coughing so hard that I actually peed myself...like, a lot. So, not only was I heaving over the sink but I started doing this ridiculous dance because I was so grossed out by the wetness in my panties but I didn't want to leave the sink because I was convinced that I was finally going to hack it up. Low and behold, I had to swallow it back down and when I composed myself I looked up to see Mark, who was holding Trent, and the two were looking at me with great concern. Mark asked if I was okay to which I answered that I had to change my underwear because I had just peed myself. Apparently, I should have left that bit of information out because the look on Mark's face quickly changed to one of utter disgust. Trent even looked at my oddly so I had to tell him that he was the reason that I had peed myself in the first place!
A friend of ours recently made a joke about how she was glad that she had two C-sections because she never has to worry about peeing herself when she coughs or sneezes. We all got a good laugh out of that comment but then I remembered a time when I was still pregnant with Trent and I peed myself when I sneezed so I don't know if her statement is entirely true. Maybe I have the world's weakest bladder or maybe it was my kid's ginormous noggin but I peed before the kid was even out of my belly. It happened like this.
I was walking into Home Depot one evening after work to get more paint for Trent's nursery and I suddenly sneezed. I felt wetness in my underwear and I had to stop in my tracks because I had no idea what was going on. For a moment I thought that my water broke but I quickly dismissed that idea after I realized that there was just a little wetness. Saying "screw the paint," I drove home to change my drawers and called my mom, asking her what the hell was going on. She explained that with the baby pushing on my bladder, I can "tinkle"if i cough hard or sneeze and that I needed to be practicing my kegels. My mother saying the word "kegel" is something that I never want to hear again. Anyhow, my point is that apparently you can pee yourself before the baby even comes out of the womb but for all of you out there who are pregnant or who are planning on getting pregnant, here's a little tip...it only gets worse after you pop that child out. From that point forward, it's all downhill from there because at least for me, every time I cough or sneeze, I have to consciously hold my pelvic muscles tight for fear that I will mess myself because it can and does happen!
Oh, the joy's of pregnancy!!
On to another story that you woman might find slightly amusing. Mark texted me last night when he was on his way home from work, asking if I needed him to pick anything up. I texted back that I had just talked to his sister (she's pregnant, too) who gave me a list of medications that are safe to take while pregnant that she got from her doctor. I told Mark that I was so miserable and couldn't breath and that I could take Sudafed or Claritin. His response was, "Great. You should pick those up tomorrow and maybe see if you can find a Nettie Pot." My response to myself was "Wtf? Did he not just ask if I needed anything and I told him what I needed." I waited and waited to see if he was going to offer to swing by the store for me and he never did. I actually had to call him and ask him to get those medications for me. The fact that it didn't dawn on him to volunteer to pick some medicine up for me after he asked if I needed anything simply baffles me! I couldn't even get mad because I realized that it just never occurred to him! Men!!
Now that Trent has passed his sickness on to me, I cannot stop coughing. I have the runny nose, sore throat and all. I'm to the point where my body is trying to expel the nasty phlegm but all that happens is that it gets stuck in my throat until I cough and cough so hard that I can't breath (it's times like these that I wish I was a guy and knew how to hack that crap up and out) and I have to end up swallowing it back down, which is the worst!
Well, I was having one of these coughing fits last night. My head was over the sink as I heaved, hoping that I would finally get it up. I started coughing so hard that I actually peed myself...like, a lot. So, not only was I heaving over the sink but I started doing this ridiculous dance because I was so grossed out by the wetness in my panties but I didn't want to leave the sink because I was convinced that I was finally going to hack it up. Low and behold, I had to swallow it back down and when I composed myself I looked up to see Mark, who was holding Trent, and the two were looking at me with great concern. Mark asked if I was okay to which I answered that I had to change my underwear because I had just peed myself. Apparently, I should have left that bit of information out because the look on Mark's face quickly changed to one of utter disgust. Trent even looked at my oddly so I had to tell him that he was the reason that I had peed myself in the first place!
A friend of ours recently made a joke about how she was glad that she had two C-sections because she never has to worry about peeing herself when she coughs or sneezes. We all got a good laugh out of that comment but then I remembered a time when I was still pregnant with Trent and I peed myself when I sneezed so I don't know if her statement is entirely true. Maybe I have the world's weakest bladder or maybe it was my kid's ginormous noggin but I peed before the kid was even out of my belly. It happened like this.
I was walking into Home Depot one evening after work to get more paint for Trent's nursery and I suddenly sneezed. I felt wetness in my underwear and I had to stop in my tracks because I had no idea what was going on. For a moment I thought that my water broke but I quickly dismissed that idea after I realized that there was just a little wetness. Saying "screw the paint," I drove home to change my drawers and called my mom, asking her what the hell was going on. She explained that with the baby pushing on my bladder, I can "tinkle"if i cough hard or sneeze and that I needed to be practicing my kegels. My mother saying the word "kegel" is something that I never want to hear again. Anyhow, my point is that apparently you can pee yourself before the baby even comes out of the womb but for all of you out there who are pregnant or who are planning on getting pregnant, here's a little tip...it only gets worse after you pop that child out. From that point forward, it's all downhill from there because at least for me, every time I cough or sneeze, I have to consciously hold my pelvic muscles tight for fear that I will mess myself because it can and does happen!
Oh, the joy's of pregnancy!!
On to another story that you woman might find slightly amusing. Mark texted me last night when he was on his way home from work, asking if I needed him to pick anything up. I texted back that I had just talked to his sister (she's pregnant, too) who gave me a list of medications that are safe to take while pregnant that she got from her doctor. I told Mark that I was so miserable and couldn't breath and that I could take Sudafed or Claritin. His response was, "Great. You should pick those up tomorrow and maybe see if you can find a Nettie Pot." My response to myself was "Wtf? Did he not just ask if I needed anything and I told him what I needed." I waited and waited to see if he was going to offer to swing by the store for me and he never did. I actually had to call him and ask him to get those medications for me. The fact that it didn't dawn on him to volunteer to pick some medicine up for me after he asked if I needed anything simply baffles me! I couldn't even get mad because I realized that it just never occurred to him! Men!!
Monday, January 7, 2013
Honey Boo Boo is Back!!
I am embarrassed to admit that Mark and I love Here Comes Honey Boo Boo and alas, it has returned. Well, I should clarify, Mark loves it and I get a good laugh out of that family. Anyhow, Mark has been talking about the new season for the last few weeks now and much to his delight, it was on last night. While we were watching the episode, Mark found himself pausing the television and rewinding some parts so that he could make sure he saw/heard something correctly. As he was doing this, I couldn't help but think that blogs would be burning up with comments about the show would be which was when he told me that I should do weekly recaps of my own. Here's the first one!
For those of you who do watch the show, but haven't seen last nights episode, you shouldn't read this yet!
The show started out with Mama calling herself "beautimous." Although I can't exactly agree with her, I do love her confidence! Shortly after that, Mark had to pause the television so that he could gauge exactly how close the family home is to the train tracks and he estimates it to be approximately five feet! That is stinking close! There was one part of the show, where the family was arguing very, very loudly. You couldn't tell who was screaming or what anyone was saying but as a train approached, the family, in unison, screamed "train." Thank goodness no one has lost a limb (or their life) due to the proximity of that train!
The part of the show that, according to Mark, deserved a merit rewind is also the part that I found the most disgusting and that was when one of the kids, who they call Pumpkin, picked her nose, looked at her finger and then ate her booger. Give me a second to wash my mouth and brush my teeth because I think I just threw up a little bit typing that sentence.
Okay, I'm baclk. Next, the family prepared for Halloween and to do this they went to a pumpkin patch to find pumpkins to carve. Mama and Sugar Bear found a lopsided (according to them, it is pronounced "wopsided") pumpkin that they took home with them. The family had a great time carving pumpkins (they even put the seeds on the new infant's face) and Sugar Bear's brother "Uncle Poodle" put a pumpkin on his head and it got stuck. In order to get the pumpkin off, Uncle Poodle had to smash his pumpkin covered head against the ground so that the pumpkin would break. As the family was running through costume ideas, Sugar Bear suggested that the new baby, Kaitlyn, be a hitchhiker (due to her three thumbs), while Kaitlyn's mother suggested that she be a crab due to that same thumb! Oddly, they finally settled on the baby being a hot dog.
We also discovered that not only does Mama have a fear of mayonnaise but Honey Boo Boo doesn't know how to use dental floss which was an item that she was given while trick or treating. Mama, being the good mother that she is, makes sure to go through the bags of Halloween candy in order to make sure that everything is safe and by "going through," I mean that she really just eats the candy.
Perhaps the most valuable lesson that Mama taught her children this episode is that healthy food is not important. When Honey Boo Boo pulled out an apple from her candy bag, Mama told her to throw it outside to feed the deer while the family sat around eating all of the candy. That advice deserves a merit badge!
In all seriousness, I read an interview with Mama yesterday in which she said that she would not fall into the trap that other reality t.v. stars fall into by spending all of their money, so rather than take the paychecks from TLC directly, she has the show divvy up the money the family earns per episode (estimated to be $15-$20k) and be placed into 5 separate trust accounts for her kids and granddaughter which the children cannot touch until they are 21. I must say, that that is pretty smart. Most people I know would blow that money so fast and I have to give it to her for looking out for her children's futures!
Yes, the family is kind of gross and they lack most social manners but you can tell that they do love each other and that they have a ton of fun which I have to admire!
For those of you who do watch the show, but haven't seen last nights episode, you shouldn't read this yet!
The show started out with Mama calling herself "beautimous." Although I can't exactly agree with her, I do love her confidence! Shortly after that, Mark had to pause the television so that he could gauge exactly how close the family home is to the train tracks and he estimates it to be approximately five feet! That is stinking close! There was one part of the show, where the family was arguing very, very loudly. You couldn't tell who was screaming or what anyone was saying but as a train approached, the family, in unison, screamed "train." Thank goodness no one has lost a limb (or their life) due to the proximity of that train!
The part of the show that, according to Mark, deserved a merit rewind is also the part that I found the most disgusting and that was when one of the kids, who they call Pumpkin, picked her nose, looked at her finger and then ate her booger. Give me a second to wash my mouth and brush my teeth because I think I just threw up a little bit typing that sentence.
Okay, I'm baclk. Next, the family prepared for Halloween and to do this they went to a pumpkin patch to find pumpkins to carve. Mama and Sugar Bear found a lopsided (according to them, it is pronounced "wopsided") pumpkin that they took home with them. The family had a great time carving pumpkins (they even put the seeds on the new infant's face) and Sugar Bear's brother "Uncle Poodle" put a pumpkin on his head and it got stuck. In order to get the pumpkin off, Uncle Poodle had to smash his pumpkin covered head against the ground so that the pumpkin would break. As the family was running through costume ideas, Sugar Bear suggested that the new baby, Kaitlyn, be a hitchhiker (due to her three thumbs), while Kaitlyn's mother suggested that she be a crab due to that same thumb! Oddly, they finally settled on the baby being a hot dog.
We also discovered that not only does Mama have a fear of mayonnaise but Honey Boo Boo doesn't know how to use dental floss which was an item that she was given while trick or treating. Mama, being the good mother that she is, makes sure to go through the bags of Halloween candy in order to make sure that everything is safe and by "going through," I mean that she really just eats the candy.
Perhaps the most valuable lesson that Mama taught her children this episode is that healthy food is not important. When Honey Boo Boo pulled out an apple from her candy bag, Mama told her to throw it outside to feed the deer while the family sat around eating all of the candy. That advice deserves a merit badge!
In all seriousness, I read an interview with Mama yesterday in which she said that she would not fall into the trap that other reality t.v. stars fall into by spending all of their money, so rather than take the paychecks from TLC directly, she has the show divvy up the money the family earns per episode (estimated to be $15-$20k) and be placed into 5 separate trust accounts for her kids and granddaughter which the children cannot touch until they are 21. I must say, that that is pretty smart. Most people I know would blow that money so fast and I have to give it to her for looking out for her children's futures!
Yes, the family is kind of gross and they lack most social manners but you can tell that they do love each other and that they have a ton of fun which I have to admire!
Saturday, January 5, 2013
The Clore Household is a Mess!!
My blogging has been lagging these last few days because my household is a mess with sickness!
To start, Trent is STILL suffering from a double ear infection! We are now on a third (and hopefully, final) round of antibiotics. Apparently his ears are still are red and inflamed. To top it off, he has a 101.2 degree fever, a constant runny nose and horrible cough. Due to the fact that he won't take his hand out of his mouth and slobbering, I'm thinking that the fever and runny nose is due to his second year molars coming in but he won't let me open his mouth to look. He didn't get off the couch yesterday...literally. I had to sit on the couch with him all day while he cried, moaned and cuddled with me. I felt sooooo bad for him. If he isn't better by Monday, I'm making an appointment with an ENT to get to the bottom of this ear infection!
Then, Mark came home with a stuffy nose and sore throat which means that he snored like a lion all night long because he couldn't breath out of his mouth properly.
Thus, this is what my night last night consisted of. Trent waking up and crying in his room about every 20-30 minutes. This means that the video monitor woke me up every 20-30 minutes too. When I did manage to fall asleep, Mark's snoring would wake me up. If Mark's snoring didn't wake me up, Buster, the world's ugliest and most expensive dog, woke me up due to his constant scratching and biting (turns out, in addition to the staph infection, Buster also has an ear infection)! I couldn't put Buster out in the living room because he tends to bark at every noise or coyote howl outside which means that he wakes up Trent constantly. Rather than have an already exhausted and sick toddler waking up any more than he already was, I sacrificed my sleep as most mother's would (and should). This has been going on for two nights now and man, I am tired!!
Trent stayed in his own room until about 3 this morning, when he refused to lay back down in his crib. So, he slept in my bed from that point on which means that I really didn't get any sleep after that (with his cuddling, kicking, coughing and mouth breathing right next to my ear). You woman out there now that when a man is sick, it is often the end of the world and I have two men that are not feeling well so my world is a mess right now. My house is a disaster and my Christmas decorations are still up because Trent won't let me put him down to do anything.
Trent is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love that kid more than life itself and being a mother is hard when he's feeling well but it is really, really hard when he is sick! Not only do I feel horrible because there is nothing I can do to make him feel better but I have not had a "me" moment for about a week now! The baby wouldn't stop kicking and pressing on my bladder yesterday but Trent wouldn't let me get off the couch to leave him so I didn't even have a moment to go to the restroom. Motherhood with all of it's joys, is sacrifice and lack of selfishness. It reminds me that as a mother, I am the last person to get what I want and I suppose that's how it should be. It is times like these that I am so thankful to my own mother because it makes me think about all of the times that she was the last person to eat, to sleep, to really do anything for herself; she always put her kids first and I know that is how I am with Trent and it makes me proud to know that I put my child first.
I can't believe Trent is even letting me type this right now! I just wanted to give a quick update on my absence because I've noticed that I've had a lot of views lately but no new posts. Hopefully my little monster will feel better soon (and my big monster) and everything will get back on track shortly because my house is a mess and in desperate need of a good cleaning!
To start, Trent is STILL suffering from a double ear infection! We are now on a third (and hopefully, final) round of antibiotics. Apparently his ears are still are red and inflamed. To top it off, he has a 101.2 degree fever, a constant runny nose and horrible cough. Due to the fact that he won't take his hand out of his mouth and slobbering, I'm thinking that the fever and runny nose is due to his second year molars coming in but he won't let me open his mouth to look. He didn't get off the couch yesterday...literally. I had to sit on the couch with him all day while he cried, moaned and cuddled with me. I felt sooooo bad for him. If he isn't better by Monday, I'm making an appointment with an ENT to get to the bottom of this ear infection!
Then, Mark came home with a stuffy nose and sore throat which means that he snored like a lion all night long because he couldn't breath out of his mouth properly.
Thus, this is what my night last night consisted of. Trent waking up and crying in his room about every 20-30 minutes. This means that the video monitor woke me up every 20-30 minutes too. When I did manage to fall asleep, Mark's snoring would wake me up. If Mark's snoring didn't wake me up, Buster, the world's ugliest and most expensive dog, woke me up due to his constant scratching and biting (turns out, in addition to the staph infection, Buster also has an ear infection)! I couldn't put Buster out in the living room because he tends to bark at every noise or coyote howl outside which means that he wakes up Trent constantly. Rather than have an already exhausted and sick toddler waking up any more than he already was, I sacrificed my sleep as most mother's would (and should). This has been going on for two nights now and man, I am tired!!
Trent stayed in his own room until about 3 this morning, when he refused to lay back down in his crib. So, he slept in my bed from that point on which means that I really didn't get any sleep after that (with his cuddling, kicking, coughing and mouth breathing right next to my ear). You woman out there now that when a man is sick, it is often the end of the world and I have two men that are not feeling well so my world is a mess right now. My house is a disaster and my Christmas decorations are still up because Trent won't let me put him down to do anything.
Trent is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love that kid more than life itself and being a mother is hard when he's feeling well but it is really, really hard when he is sick! Not only do I feel horrible because there is nothing I can do to make him feel better but I have not had a "me" moment for about a week now! The baby wouldn't stop kicking and pressing on my bladder yesterday but Trent wouldn't let me get off the couch to leave him so I didn't even have a moment to go to the restroom. Motherhood with all of it's joys, is sacrifice and lack of selfishness. It reminds me that as a mother, I am the last person to get what I want and I suppose that's how it should be. It is times like these that I am so thankful to my own mother because it makes me think about all of the times that she was the last person to eat, to sleep, to really do anything for herself; she always put her kids first and I know that is how I am with Trent and it makes me proud to know that I put my child first.
I can't believe Trent is even letting me type this right now! I just wanted to give a quick update on my absence because I've noticed that I've had a lot of views lately but no new posts. Hopefully my little monster will feel better soon (and my big monster) and everything will get back on track shortly because my house is a mess and in desperate need of a good cleaning!
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Happy New Year!
I hope that everyone had a wonderful and fun New Year's Eve last night. As for me, I fell asleep on the couch around 10:15 and was awoken by my husband when the clock struck twelve. I tried my hardest to stay awake and watch the new Batman with him but my head was a bobbin and I just couldn't make it. It's a sad, sad day when a thirty-year-old can't stay awake to celebrate! I maintain however, that I'm so tired because of the pregnancy and I'm sticking to that story :)
Last weekend, Mark's best friend Chris, his wife Kristen and their two children drove up from Vegas to hang out with us and we had so much fun. Every time we see them, we realize how much we miss them and what wonderful people they really are.
To start, they are such great friends...truly, wonderful friends. They are those few people you want to keep in your life because you know they would do anything for you. They are also the best parents I have ever seen! Mark and I are amazed at how well behaved their kids are and we kept saying that it was such a relief for Trent to be around kids who understand that he is just a little booger and who share and are so gentle with him! Their kids played with Trent the entire time and he loved it! He was hugging them both by the time they left on Monday and he even tried to sneak in kiss or two. Mark and I kept saying how we want to be parents like them and we both took lots of notes on how they do it!
Anyhow, we had lots and lots of laughs with Chris and Kristen and we all had a great time sledding in Tahoe. It was wonderful to hang out with old friends who we can laugh and laugh with.
After they left yesterday, Mark was on a mission to buy a new car. My Jeep isn't even two years old yet but he has had it stuck in his head these last few weeks that we need a bigger car with the new baby coming. Thus, he packed us in the car and said that we were going for a test drive. Once he asked me if I had my checkbook in my purse and I saw him emptying the Jeep of all of its contents, I knew he was planning on doing more than going for a test drive.
Long story short, three hours later, we were signing papers for a new car. Why in the world does it take so long to buy a car? Mark had already negotiated a price with this dealership weeks earlier and it still took over three hours. By the way, buying anything big with my husband who works with numbers for a living is a nightmare!! He bleeds people dry and the salesman told us numerous times how he "loves us but hates us sooo much" and this is all because Mark is one tough negotiator! I still maintain that he's the reason why we took over two years to find out house but back to the car...
The first hour, Trent was pretty good. The second hour, he started to get restless and grumpy. By the third hour, he was a flipping nightmare and I cannot say that I blame him. When the finance guy called us into his office, I started to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I kept telling Trent that it would only be a few more minutes. Thankfully, he liked the finance man and I think it was because he looked a lot like my older brother. Trent was sitting on a chair, drawing on a piece of paper Mr. Finance gave him when I began to sign the paperwork. As I was reading and signing, the office becomes very quiet. Suddenly, Trent rips the loudest fart ever and then says, "Ahhhhhh." The look of relief of his face was priceless but I was so embarrassed. Mr. Finance acted as if he didn't hear it so I just kept right on signing. And then, Trent let another one rip. Mark and I looked at each other and tried not to laugh as I excused Trent for his poor behavior. My child's gas did lighten the mood, for which I was grateful because I was getting ready to punch myself in the face if I had to sit there any longer.
Needless to say, we have a new Durango Citadel which Mark loves. He already keeps asking me if I love my new car which I find kind of funny because he was the one who wanted it in the first place but I have to admit, it is pretty nice and he is very happy with it.
I hope that everyone has a wonderful 2013 and that it is even better than 2012. I know that this is going to be our most exciting year yet and I cannot wait to see what it holds for my family.
Cheers!!
Last weekend, Mark's best friend Chris, his wife Kristen and their two children drove up from Vegas to hang out with us and we had so much fun. Every time we see them, we realize how much we miss them and what wonderful people they really are.
To start, they are such great friends...truly, wonderful friends. They are those few people you want to keep in your life because you know they would do anything for you. They are also the best parents I have ever seen! Mark and I are amazed at how well behaved their kids are and we kept saying that it was such a relief for Trent to be around kids who understand that he is just a little booger and who share and are so gentle with him! Their kids played with Trent the entire time and he loved it! He was hugging them both by the time they left on Monday and he even tried to sneak in kiss or two. Mark and I kept saying how we want to be parents like them and we both took lots of notes on how they do it!
Anyhow, we had lots and lots of laughs with Chris and Kristen and we all had a great time sledding in Tahoe. It was wonderful to hang out with old friends who we can laugh and laugh with.
After they left yesterday, Mark was on a mission to buy a new car. My Jeep isn't even two years old yet but he has had it stuck in his head these last few weeks that we need a bigger car with the new baby coming. Thus, he packed us in the car and said that we were going for a test drive. Once he asked me if I had my checkbook in my purse and I saw him emptying the Jeep of all of its contents, I knew he was planning on doing more than going for a test drive.
Long story short, three hours later, we were signing papers for a new car. Why in the world does it take so long to buy a car? Mark had already negotiated a price with this dealership weeks earlier and it still took over three hours. By the way, buying anything big with my husband who works with numbers for a living is a nightmare!! He bleeds people dry and the salesman told us numerous times how he "loves us but hates us sooo much" and this is all because Mark is one tough negotiator! I still maintain that he's the reason why we took over two years to find out house but back to the car...
The first hour, Trent was pretty good. The second hour, he started to get restless and grumpy. By the third hour, he was a flipping nightmare and I cannot say that I blame him. When the finance guy called us into his office, I started to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I kept telling Trent that it would only be a few more minutes. Thankfully, he liked the finance man and I think it was because he looked a lot like my older brother. Trent was sitting on a chair, drawing on a piece of paper Mr. Finance gave him when I began to sign the paperwork. As I was reading and signing, the office becomes very quiet. Suddenly, Trent rips the loudest fart ever and then says, "Ahhhhhh." The look of relief of his face was priceless but I was so embarrassed. Mr. Finance acted as if he didn't hear it so I just kept right on signing. And then, Trent let another one rip. Mark and I looked at each other and tried not to laugh as I excused Trent for his poor behavior. My child's gas did lighten the mood, for which I was grateful because I was getting ready to punch myself in the face if I had to sit there any longer.
Needless to say, we have a new Durango Citadel which Mark loves. He already keeps asking me if I love my new car which I find kind of funny because he was the one who wanted it in the first place but I have to admit, it is pretty nice and he is very happy with it.
I hope that everyone has a wonderful 2013 and that it is even better than 2012. I know that this is going to be our most exciting year yet and I cannot wait to see what it holds for my family.
Cheers!!
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