Slapping da Bass

This post is a little nod to the movie I Love You, Man and this is why...

Trent is a dancing machine. The moment that little guy hears a note of music, he stops what he is doing and begins to dance. He truly gets dance fever. First, he balls up his fists tightly and then those fists begin to shake back and forth. Next, he widens his stance and then he begins to bob up and down quickly. He also throws in the intermittent white man clap which is never to the beat of the music. My older brother said it perfectly when he told me that when Trent dances, he looks like he has all of this energy that he has to get out of his body which results in near body convulsions. It truly is hilarious.

If you follow my blog, you know that my child loves to be naked. He takes his clothes off any chance he gets and just lets it all hang out. Yesterday however, he didn't take his clothes off himself. I had stripped him down to his birthday suit so that I could dress him for the day when a song began to play on the movie Hop which was playing in the background.

As usual, Trent stopped in his tracks and began to dance. This time however, he began to spin in circles rapidly. Knowing that I had to tape his new moves for Mark, I whipped out my phone and began to record him. Suddenly, Trent fell over, presumably because he was dizzy. I couldn't help but laugh hysterically. Trent stood up, shook the fog out of his head and then busted out the balled fist move. After shaking his fists for a few seconds, he threw out yet another new dance move. What move you may ask? He began to slap his junk...hard. I paused, not knowing what he was doing but he continued to slap himself in the pecker (as we call it in my house). He wasn't yanking on it at all...he was just slapping it over and over again. Paul Rudd saying, "slapping the bass, mon" immediately began to play in my head. I started laughing as I told him to stop slapping his pecker. He paused for a moment before spreading his legs apart widely and then slapping himself in the belly several times. Again, I told him to stop hitting himself. He stopped, sighed dramatically as if to say, 'dang, mom, stop interrupting me' and then he began his bob, weave and clapping moves.

I sooo wish that he wasn't naked in the video because there is nothing more than I want to do right now then post that video. I showed it to Mark last night and it brought tears to our eyes from laughing so hard. I'm sure my description doesn't do it justice but trust me when I say that it is the funniest thing I've witnessed in quite some time.

Dang, I love that kid. He makes me laugh every single day.  Slapping the bass, mon!

This is my little guy who picked out his own outfit and tried to dress himself the other day. And here are some pictures of Jagger and his cousin Mateo... just for fun!

Things Not to Say to New Parents

After talking with many of my mom friends and hearing about some of the funny and often times, downright inappropriate comments people have made about their children, I thought it only fitting to compile my own list of things you should never, and I mean ever, say to parents whether it is their first or fourth baby.

11) Your stretch marks aren't that bad!    You may think that you are giving the new mom a compliment, but I assure you, this is no compliment. After all, what stretch marks are good? None, I tell you, none! Women are their own harshest critic and what may not look like a "bad" stretch mark to you, may very well look like the equivalent of a large zit in the middle of her forehead to a mom, especially a new one who has hormones raging through her body that makes the harshest of PMS symptoms look like the proverbial walk in the park. The only compliment regarding stretch marks that is acceptable to give a mother is to tell her that she doesn't have a single stretch mark, in which case, be prepared for a hug and a kiss because that is a compliment we all want to hear.

10) Is his head always going to look like that?    My child has been stuck in the birth canal for 18 hours and you thought he would come out looking like a cherub with a perfectly shaped head? Better yet, let me punch you in the eye and ask you if it will be black forever. Give the poor kid some time for everything to straighten out and look normal. His big body has been stuffed into a very small space for quite some time, let him acclimate before questioning the way he looks, or, at the very least, talk about the shape of the little dude's head behind the parents' backs like normal people do!


9) Don't worry, you can always go to a plastic surgeon when he's old enough and get X (his ears, his 
nose, his eleventh toe, etc.) fixed.      Throughout pregnancy, parents worry incessantly about what their child is going to look like and the last thing they want is for others to point out any flaws they might have. Parents often have blinders on and we all think that our child is the most handsome/beautiful thing to every grace this good Earth. When someone points out what they perceive to be a flaw in another's child one of two things can happen: a) the parents will be on the defensive and may very well respond to your plastic surgeon suggestion with a suggestion of their own; namely, that you get your own damn nose fixed, mole removed, etc. or b) become extremely paranoid that whatever body part you suggested be fixed is that noticeable to everyone and it will turn into an obsession. Bottom line, don't suggest that any baby needs plastic surgery...it's just not nice.


8) Don't worry, you have plenty of time to lose weight before X occasion.     Do not, and I repeat, do not, mention losing weight to a new mom unless it is to sincerely compliment her on how great she looks or how quickly she lost all of the baby weight plus some! This comment is especially obnoxious when it comes from skinny bitches who haven't had the pleasure of pushing a watermelon out of their hoo-hah and therefore, have never had to deal with the daunting task of losing baby weight. Moms are worried that they are never going to get back to their pre-baby bodies and only being reminded that we need to lose the baby weight for a specific upcoming occasion multiplies this fear even more. This comment also makes us think that you want us to lose weight before the upcoming occasion and therefore, look like crap now. Better yet, refrain from any mention of baby weight at all. You will be safer that way.


7) You had an epidural! I would never!     Oh yeah, smart ass, get back to me on that after you've had to push an eight pound bundle of joy out of your cookie. The moment you go into labor and feel like a donkey is kicking you in the stomach every 60 seconds is the day you can talk to me about being strong enough to do it without an epidural. For those of you who have gone through labor drug free like my cousin just did, I applaud you! You rock! I, however, couldn't do it. Nope! Six hours of contractions with this last baby was enough for me but until you have gone through it yourself, keep your trap shut and don't knock my decision to deliver my baby pain free. I am all for a birth plan and the desire to go through the burning ring of fire sans epidural but please, don't knock my decision to beg the God of a doctor who goes by the title of anesthesiologist, to shoot me up with the good stuff.


6) Ah, you've done your hair/make-up today! You look good!    Again, this is not a compliment! All you are really saying is that you think I typically look like a dog turd! Let me explain that I am the annoying mom who doesn't leave the house without doing my hair and make-up. I've never gone to the gym without make-up on. Yup, I'm that girl, so when you tell me that I've done my hair and make-up, I have to laugh inside because I always go out of the house made-up! I'm a mom of two so some days I have a little more time than others to do myself up more than usual. Hey, on a good day I'm able to do my hair and make-up and actually go to the bathroom by myself. You should see me on those days! I bet I'm glowing!


5) You're still breastfeeding your baby? He looks like he can chew a steak by now!    I breastfed my first son for 13 months and I plan to do the same for my new little guy. I believe that is the minimum time recommended by the AAP, so sure, go ahead and mock me for doing what is best for my baby. I'm not one of those mom's who whips out my boob, calls my kid over who can talk in full sentences, and nurses him while he stands there staring up at me. A year isn't that long to nurse, especially when it is not done exclusively. Give a girl a break!


4) Shouldn't your kid be doing X by now?    Parents are always worried about whether their child is developmentally on par with other kids that age and this situation is only made worse when people ask you if your kid should be doing x (talking, walking, etc.) by a certain point, which is typically followed by a furrowed brow that screams of judgment. For instance, various family members constantly asked me how many words Trent was saying at 20 months and one family member even said, "Don't worry, honey, I'm sure there's nothing wrong with him." Well, thanks! I wasn't worried until you insinuated that I should be worried. My worry-meter shot through the roof so what did I do? Stressed out about my kid being delayed for the next 4 months until Trent had his 2 year check-up where the doctor told us that he was way ahead of schedule in terms of word count! I stressed out for nothing! Needless to say, there is not need to question parents' about their child's development unless you have a legitimate question about how old kids are when they do x, y, or z.


3) I'll never do X when I have a baby.    Oh yeah, you'll never do that when you have a baby, huh? Well, why don't you have a baby first and then get back to me on what you will and will not do. It is very easy to say what you will and will not do when you don't have monsters of your own wearing you down on a daily basis! I admit, I use to say this too! I always said that I would never let me kid sleep with me but you know what? After the third day of being up all night with my screaming child, I put him in bed with me thinking that we would cuddle until he stopped crying and before I knew it, the sun rays woke my husband and I up and I felt like a new woman after such a restful night's sleep. We eventually broke Trent of that habit but I cannot tell you about all of the judgmental comments people made to us about doing that, especially from those who have not been so sleep deprived that they cannot think straight. Unless you have kids of your own, you really can't say what you would do with your baby! Don't worry, I'll try not to laugh in your face and scream "I told you so" when you tell me that you threw your kid in bed with you all in the name of sleep!


2) I'd never let my kid do that/behave like that.    Again, I said the same thing before I had kids but remember, karma bites you in the ass as it has me! I once said that I would never feed my child fast food but after worrying that my son would starve to death because he hadn't eaten anything but goldfish and squeezable yogurt for three days, I broke down and happily drove to McDonalds where he then inhaled 6, count them, 6 chicken nuggets and a small fry. And you know what? I would do it again just to make sure that my kid was getting some protein even if said meat is named after a part of the chicken that really doesn't exist. More recently, people have made several comments to me about my toddler's tempter tantrums and how they would have put a stop to such fits a long time ago. Hearing this, I have to take a deep breath in and silently tell myself that their kid will be worse just because of karma. Are there days when I swat my kid on the butt? Yes! Are there days when I ignore his tantrums completely and go about my business? Yes! Just because you catch me on a day where I continue to cook while my child writhes around on the floor screaming like an injured animal doesn't mean that I never attempt to punish my child's tantrums. I am doing the best I can, people! Tell me about how perfect your two year old is and how he/she never throws a tantrum when you cross that bridge. If your future child is as perfect as you claim he will be, I'll give you $100 and pat you on the back, then I'll beg you for your secret to perfect parenting so that I can bottle it, sell it, and become really, really rich.


1) The baby doesn't look anything like you. Are you sure it's yours?     Yes, this actually happened to me. Genes are a funny thing and you never know what your baby is going to look like! My brother who has darker skin color then me, recently had a baby who is very, very fair skinned. My first son is the spitting image of my little brother while my second son looks exactly like me. You never know what you are going to get. With that being said, it is never, and I mean ever, appropriate to ask a new father if he is sure the child is his, especially in front of the mother who just pushed that child out an hour before said question is posed. Okay, okay...so this question might be funny if said once, but any more than that and it is no longer a joke and just downright offensive! Please, for the love of God, never ever say this in the delivery room. A new mom wants to reveal in the joy of her baby and not deal with the insinuation that she just pushed out another man's child!



Bottom line, please think before you speak because karma is a bitch and you don't want it smacking you across the face when it comes to your own little bundle of joy!

My Mini-Vacation...Not so Restful

I went on a mini-vacation to my parents' house last week and I say that it is a vacation because they are so helpful with the kids and because their backyard is like a peaceful lagoon. Well, it turns out, my "vacation" wasn't so restful!

The original plan was that Mark was leaving on a hunting trip last Tuesday so I was going to take the boys to the Bay Area that same day, Well, it turned out that my parents has yet another wedding in Tahoe last weekend so they stayed with us. I decided to head to the Bay Area with them on Sunday so that I would have the help in case I needed to stop and nurse or give the Trent Monster a break. Mark was bummed that I left a few days earlier than planned but I thought it would be nice to have my mom drive with me and the boys while we followed my dad back to their house.

My car was barely unloaded when I realized how hard it is to take Trent to other people's houses. He always wants to explore so the first two days at my parents' were a little rough. It basically consisted of me telling Trent 'no' every two seconds and Trent crying hysterically each time I took something out of his little paws. For instance, Trent found the largest bag of decorative rock I've ever seen in my life. I'm not even sure why my mom had so much rock but nevertheless, Trent, being the magnet for all things messy, found it and dumped the contents all of over the floor. It took a good 30+ minutes to get Trent to pick up each and every rock and put them back in the bag. There were lots of tears on Trent's part but I am bound and determined to teach my child that he needs to clean up his own mess no matter what! I even contemplated coming back home on Tuesday but Trent finally got the hang of things and calmed down.

The day after we arrived, my dad and I took the boys to Pump it Up. We've never been there before but we had a blast and Trent wore himself out which is always nice. I even had quite the work out myself climbing up the world's largest inflatable slide a bazillion times because Trent refused to slide by himself. The second day, I took the boys to visit with my grandpa, the third day I used a gift certificate for a massage that I have had for two years and the fourth day I hung out with my sister in law and new nephew. In between those visits, my aunt came over to finalize all of the bridal shower details for my soon-to-be sister in law's shower next month and that same soon-to-be sister in law and my little brother came over for dinner on two different nights. And in between all of that, my dad took Trent to see the movie Planes (he lasted 30 minutes) and to my Uncle's ranch where Trent got to see horses, peacocks, chickens and goats.

Trent and my dad had a blast! Besides being Mark's main man, Trent really is my dad's little buddy. He follows my dad around like a shadow. It warms my heart to see him crawl up on my parents laps to cuddle and give them kisses for no reason at all. In the midst of all of the time they spent together, my dad, who always jokes that he is going to teach Trent bad things when he grows up, decided not to wait to make good on that promise. He taught Trent the word "chichimanga" (that's Spanish for boobs), when he pointed at my dad's chest. Well, it turns out that that is one of the handful of words that Trent can pronounce flawlessly. Trent now shouts that word at the top of his lungs whenever he feels like it. For instance, he ran out on the back patio, threw his arms in the air and shouted that word three, count them, three times. He always shouted it about five times while we were in the grocery store on Saturday. Thanks, Papa!

And then there's Tanya, my little brother's fiancee...he LOVES that woman! Every time he sees her, no matter how long it's been, he runs up to her and hugs her and kisses her. It is sooo cute! Trent also had a great time wrestling around with my brothers and running around my parents yard in his birthday suit, helping my dad water and clean the pool.

I had about 10 more people to see and about five more places I wanted to go to while I was there when Mark called and said that he would be home on Friday! We couldn't resist going home that day so that we could have the entire weekend together to rest but as it turns out, that wasn't all that restful either! We went up to Tahoe to see a friend of ours compete in a fitness competition on Saturday. She looks amazing and it is always fun to see those friends especially because they moved out of state.

Here are a few pictures from our trip!

My dad with his three grandsons 

My brother, his son, Mateo and the giant, Jagger

Jagger's getting strong

My skinny-mini busted in a room that he isn't supposed to be in

Trent helping my dad water, sans pants of course

Jag Jag

Shyness be Gone!

Up until recently, Trent has been horribly shy. Like, scream and hide when strangers say hello, shy. I think that his shyness may be a thing of the past!

First, we were at gymnastics last week and because it is summer, there are many more classes going on at the same time as Trent's class than normal. Typically, his toddler class has the entire floor to itself but this summer, we have been having to share a portion of the floor with the older kids. Last week, part of the floor we were on was occupied by teenagers on the balance beam. Every time one of the teen girls jumped on the beam, Trent would run over to them and very dramatically throw his hands in the air and  shout, "On No! Be careful! Don't fall," over and over. It was actually quite funny. I kept wrangling him in but I was just so proud that he approached anyone besides myself, Mark or my parents!

As I said above, up until this week, Trent would screech at the top of his lungs whenever a stranger would say hello to him when we were out running errands. He would then grab my arm and pull my to him so that he could try to hide from the stranger who had the gall to actually look in Trent's direction! Thankfully, Trent seems to be getting over this fear although, I do wish he would have chosen a different way to go about it. You see, whenever we are out running errands and a stranger walks anywhere in our vicinity, Trent yells, "Hey you" until they look at them and then he proudly proclaims, "Hey you...I farted." Yup, he's been announcing to complete and utter strangers that he's farted and half the time, I haven't heard him let one fly so I don't know if he really did pass gas or if he just thinks that it is funny.

Along the same lines, we took the boys out to lunch last week and Mark took Trent to the bathroom. He ran out into the middle of the restaurant screaming, "Mama, I pee pee. I pee. Give me pounds."He was so proud of himself (and I am so proud too...he is doing excellent with his potty training) that he just felt the need to announce it to all and then have people "pound it out" with him.

I have a feeling that he is going to be quite the boisterous boy once the shyness fully dissipates. We are in for a treat!

You Have Two Legs, Don't You?

My husband...I love him but sometimes I just want to wring his neck!

Mark came home early today because he had to take the new Rzr back to the dealership to replace a part that he bent the one time he took it for a spin last weekend! When he was gone, I began to make dinner. Trent was finger painting at the kitchen table quietly while Jagger sat in the Bumpo next to me, happily watching me chop away. I turned my back to him so that I could put something on the stove when I heard Jagger let one rip. I spun around quickly just in time to hear him grunt and see poo shoot out of his diaper, hit his foot and land on the counter. That damn Bumpo is cursed! Jagger will poo in it every single time he is in it and today was no exception. I am not even quite sure how it shot out the way that it did but it was disgusting and kind of laughable.

Jagger is so chunky that I have a hard time getting him out of the Bumpo. I had to rest his upper body against my own, hold the chair down and pull. As his lower body popped out of the seat like a sausage out of a casing, his legs smacked into my cute, clean shirt and needless to say, the yellow stuff was all over me, not to mention, pooled in the chair. 

Naturally, mere minutes after everyone and everything was cleaned up, Mark walks in the door! We had a good laugh as I recited the story and we sat down to eat. Mark laughed even harder when I told him that that was the third time that Jagger had an explosion in that chair today! 

We put Jagger in his Bumpo and dug in to our plates. Seconds later, we hear an explosion come from Jagger's direction. We stared at the baby as his face turned beet red and he proceeded to grunt and push. Mark instantly looked at me and told me that I better snatch the baby out of the chair before his mess escapes his diaper. I laughed and told him to grab the baby. After all, I had just said that I had cleaned up three explosions in one day! 

Fast forward to bed time. I had just cleaned up the dinner mess, scrubbed my shower which was a complete mess, given Jagger a bath, brushed Trent's teeth and begun to nurse the baby on the couch next to Mark and Trent when Trent asked for a glass of water. Mark said, "Hey, Tianna. Trent wants water." If looks could kill, he would be dead! Mark was just sitting on the couch, watching T.V. with Trent, yet he was telling me to get Trent water! What did I do...I pried Jagger off, stood up and got Trent the requested water but not before saying, "You have two legs, don't you?" Okay, okay, so it was a bitchy comment to make but I couldn't help it!

After Trent drank his water, I handed the baby off to Mark and picked Trent up so that I could put him to bed. Mark refuses to put Trent to bed. He loves to cuddle him before he goes to sleep but he hates actually placing Trent in his crib. So, I sang Trent his songs, tucked him in and lined up his stuffed animals just like he likes. I got back to the couch, finished nursing Jagger, put him to bed and grabbed my computer so that I could work on my manuscript (the evenings are the only time I have a chance to edit). I opened the document and heard Trent grunting through the monitor. I grabbed it and saw that Trent was going to the bathroom. Mark laughed but didn't budge! I sighed, set my computer to the side and went into Trent's room to change his diaper and put him back to bed.

After that was done, I sat back on the couch and began to work on my book, excited to relax for a minute before I am too tired and want to go to bed. About ten minutes after I got to work, Trent's little voice sings through the monitor. Surprised that he still wasn't asleep, I grabbed the monitor and saw that Trent had thrown everything out of his crib and was...NAKED! What the heck? I handed the monitor to Mark and asked if he could see Trent's buns or if I was losing it. He smiled, looked at the screen and confirmed that he was naked. He then handed the monitor back to me and continued to poke around on the ipad. Clearly, he had no intent of fixing the situation! 

What did I do? I got up of course! I dressed Trent and put him back to bed but not before asking Mark once more if he had two legs! Naturally, as I smart mouthed to him, I stepped on a toy that he left on the ground from when he played with Trent earlier this evening and it slide down the side of my ankle and cut me! Yup, I am now bleeding! 

I know that my husband works hard all day and I love him dearly but sweet mother, you would think that he has two broken legs when he gets home because other than lotion Trent after his bath, he does nothing! I suppose that is how it should be but it would be nice to have some help every once in awhile! 

I better go to bed right now before any of the men in my life need their butts wiped! Night! 

The Mortifying Moment of the Day

Over the years, we've had friends tell us about insanely embarrassing comments that their kids have said to strangers. Perhaps the most mortifying tale came from a friend of a friend. This friend of a friend's child looked at a rather large woman and told her that her butt was on backwards. The woman asked the child what she should do about it and the little boy told her to turn it around. Yup, mortifying.

Well, Trent just embarrassed me and he didn't even mean to.

Just this afternoon, I had the baby in the Bjorn and Trent was in the cart as we walked through the grocery store. As we perused the aisles, Trent would point out various foods to me and scream the names. As I was putting some chicken into a plastic bag, he began to moo very loudly. I laughed but kept on doing what I was doing. Suddenly, Trent began to scream, "Mama, I see cow. I see cow. Moooooooo." He was so excited and pointing so vigorously that I stopped what I was doing to see what all of the fuss was about. I followed the little man's fingers and was horrified to see that he was pointing at a rather robust woman. I wanted to melt into the ground. The woman stared daggers at me and that is putting it mildly. I swatted Trent's hand down so that he would quite pointing as I tried to shush him, all the while silently blaming Mark in my head because I was sure that he was the one who taught Trent something offensive and inappropriate.

To my dismay, Trent kept moo'ing and moo'ing and moo'ing. The woman continued to stare at me like she wanted to kill me but she soon turned her cart and walked the opposite direction. I know my face was on fire and I wanted to disappear. I turned my cart the opposite direction when Trent began to scream "Mama...cow...mooooo. Mama...cow...mooo." He began to point again. I turned around and realized that he was not pointing to the woman at all. There was, in fact, a picture of a cow on one of those cardboard advertisements by the milk section. I didn't see it because the woman was standing in front of the display.

I couldn't help but laugh. I told Trent that he was right, there was a cow and he looked so pleased with himself. Apparently, all he wanted me to do was acknowledge the fact that he correctly named an animal. He began to tell me all about the eggs next as I made my way to the check out stand. I do feel horrible that the woman in the store thought my child was calling her a cow but I couldn't exactly track her down to tell her that my son was not in fact, commenting on her weight.

I can't wait to tell Mark all about our little incident when he gets home from work and I am going to have to apologize to him for silently blaming him. He didn't teach Trent anything inappropriate (at least, not this time) and Trent really did see a cow.

I am sure that there will be a day, in the not so distant future, when Trent will say something that really does embarrass me but today wasn't that day!

Now, I must go because Jagger just peed on me. Apparently, I pulled his diaper to the side as I was holding him with one arm and chicken pecking this post with my other hand because I just felt something warm running down my leg and puddling on the ground. I looked down to see the little man peeing happily while smiling at me. I am off to clean up Jagger, myself and the floor!

Kisses, Cuddles and a Cry

Last Friday, I had my most favorite moment with my little Trent Monster yet.

My parents were in West Tahoe last weekend for a friend's daughter's wedding. My dad, a friend of his and the father of the bride, wanted to go fishing on our property in Truckee, so we met them up there for a quick camping trip. We also had to drop a picnic table off at the property which, by the way, is the coolest picnic table you will ever see. The middle board removes and is a cooler that you can put beer in! It's great!

Anyhow, my dad met us there on Friday, played with the kids for a bit and then went back to Squaw Valley. That night, I put Trent to bed as I always do and he was just a little cuddle monkey. He pulled me back into the cubby hole that is the bunk beds in the trailer, and pulled me down so that I would lay with him. I had to fight off my claustrophobia as I sang Trent his nightly songs and cuddled for a bit. Soon, he was asleep and I rushed to bed as well, bound and determined to get as much sleep as I could because I knew my dad would be back with his friends early the next morning. I know it makes me sound old, but we were so excited to get in bed before ten! I knew that I would get a total of 9+ hours of sleep and I couldn't wait.

A few minutes after I laid down, Trent began screaming for me. I tried to let him cry it out but he wouldn't stop calling for me and it isn't like him to cry at bedtime. So, I crawled back into the cubby hole and cuddled some more. Trent's favorite thing in the world is for me to run my fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp. It will make him fall asleep instantly! I sang to him and ran my fingers through his hair and he was out like a light.

Again, I ran to my bed and was out instantly! Trent woke up screaming bloody murder at 2:30 in the morning. For the last few weeks, he has been waking up from nightmares a few times a night but he always falls back asleep on his own. Because we were in a new place, I went to his rescue. After all, his screams for "Mama, mama," over and over broke my heart.

For the third time, I crawled into bed with him and held him tight. He had large tears streaming down his face as his big brown eyes bore into mine. He was shaking from his nightmare and he pulled me down into his and repeated, "Mama, cuddle. Mama, cuddle." I pulled him into the crook of my arm, kissed the top of his head about a million times and sang softly until he calmed down which took quite awhile! He started dozing off so I began to sneak out of the bunk when suddenly, a tiny little hand grabbed my wrist. I looked at Trent and he said, "Mama, I wovvvee you." My heart just about melted. I leaned down to kiss him and he grabbed my face softly and said, "Mama, come here....cuddle." How could I resist that?!

I began to lie down AGAIN, when surprisingly, he slide his body up a bit and he grabbed my head and pulled me again his chest. I wondered what he was doing when he kept telling me in a near whisper that he wanted to cuddle. I nuzzled into his chest because that's what he was trying to get me to do, when he began to kiss my head softly and run his fingers through my hair like I always do to him. I don't know how long we stayed like that (it seemed like a long time) but I began to cry. It was just the sweetest moment that I've ever had with Trent. He continued to kiss me, cuddle me and run his fingers along my scalp until he fell asleep. Even after I could hear him snoring softly, I stayed like that, not wanting the moment to end.

Eventually, I snuck out of the bunk and made my way to my own bed. I will always cherish the tender moment that Trent and I had the other night. He was such a good boy this weekend, even when we stopped by the wedding venue to drop some stuff off for my mom and help decorate a little bit (she designed the wedding for her god daughter).

It's times like the one Trent and I had the other night that make even the worst temper tantrum worth every moment of motherhood!

I Could Kill My Husband!

I could kill  my husband...or, at least, give him a good slap!

I kid...I kid...I would never smack anyone but I would contemplate it if Mark were home right now.

I was putting the baby's clothes away in the nursery and when I walked back into the family room, I was shocked to see this...

The pictures do not do the mess justice! 

Yup, those are beads. A whopping 3,000 beads to be exact. These beads were from a little craft that I bought from Michael's to  make with Trent. When I have worked on the craft with Trent, I give him about 5 beads at a time. Not Mark....oh no!! Mark gives Trent the entire package!

After I saw the mess Trent had made, I texted Mark and asked if he really gave Trent 3,000 beads to play with (I keep them safely locked away in the office) and his response was, "No. Trent grabbed them himself." I promptly responded, "You could have taken the beads away from him." I then texted him a picture of the mess Trent created. And I had to laugh at Mark's response because he said, "But he was playing so nicely." I screamed at the text message, "How long do you think a 2 year old can play nicely with 3,000 beads?!" 

Trent was so proud of himself. Not only had he dumped all of the beads on the floor but he started kicking the beads furiously so they rolled all over the house...under the couch, the cabinets, you name it...there are beads. 

It took me 45 minutes to pick up the beads that I can reach. I now have to take the couch apart and move furniture to get the rest of them. Needless to say, that craft project is now in the garbage. I am not risking this happening again!