When I was little, I distinctly remember following my mom around the house and doing everything that she did. I also remember her telling me one day that she just needed a minute to herself! I now know exactly how she feels because I have a little shadow of my own!
Not only is my five month old going through the phase where he wants me to hold him every second of the day, but my two year old does not leave my side. As you mothers out there can attest to, if I walk into the kitchen, Trent walks into the kitchen. If I go to the bathroom, Trent follows. Literally, the second I leave the room, Trent is right behind me asking, "Mommy, what are you doing?" So far, it isn't too annoying. In fact, it is actually quite funny!
This morning for example, I was doing squats in the family room (as I randomly do throughout the day) and as I was lowering myself to the ground and then standing back up, Trent stood next to me and did the same thing all while smiling at me with this look of pride on his face. This afternoon, I picked up my little ten pound weights and began to do bicep curls when Trent suddenly ran out of the room. A few seconds later, the little guy was doing curls next to me while holding two empty water bottles that he found somewhere! I was just going to say that he is too cute but now that I think about it, he probably found the bottles in the garbage can which is kind of gross.
My favorite moment from my shadow so far happened this evening as I was in the shower. Trent was watching me intently from the other side of the glass. I tried to ignore him and enjoy my shower in peace as I propped my leg up on the ledge in the shower and began shaving my leg. Well, that was until I saw the little guy throw his leg up on the bathtub, ball his right hand into a tight fist, and then begin to rub his skinny little calf in tune to my shaving. I couldn't help but laugh out loud! I am sure that this will drive me crazy at one point but for the time being, I am enjoying it.
On another, unrelated note, Trent is insanely competent at using the ipad and he is two and a half! He is currently obsessed with watching motorcycle or animal videos on Youtube. Typically, he tells me what he wants to watch and then I do a search for it on Youtube. This exact thing happened tonight when I was making dinner. Trent wanted to watch pandas, which was a first for him. I did the search, handed him the ipad and then got to work on cutting up some squash. About 15 minutes later, I walked up behind him as he was sitting on the couch and was astonished to see what he was watching! He had somehow found a video with various animals mating that had been spliced together and auto-tuned! In a matter of a few seconds, I saw elephants, giraffes, and even owls getting it on. I didn't know if I should laugh or be appalled. Those of you who know me can probably guess what I did next...I laughed and told him to go show daddy what he was watching. He looked up at me, smiled widely, and asked, "Mommy, what are they doing?" I again told him to take it to daddy.
Needless to say, there will be no more unsupervised Youtube video watching for my son!
My Trent Monster and Me
Monday, October 21, 2013
Thursday, October 17, 2013
The "Bonka" Heard Around the Neighborhood
Let me start off by saying that my son, Trent, asked for it...he literally asked my husband and I to scare him. We happily obliged, but after the last two incidents, we decided that there will be no more scaring going on in our household.
It happened like this...
Trent: "Mommy...Daddy...boogey boogey me" (two-year-old code for "scare me").
Me: "In a minute, bug. I have to change brother's diaper," I say as I walk into the nursery.
Trent: "Nooooooooo. Boogey boogey me nowwwwww!"
Mark: "I'll do it," he says as he looks at me and rolls his eyes. He turns back to Trent and says in his best gruff voice, "You better run, Trent. Daddy's gonna scare you."
Trent's little face lights up, he squeals his ear piercing squeak, and he takes off running into the family room. I laugh and begin to wipe Jagger's chubby bum as Mark runs into the nursery, through the Jack and Jill bathroom, and into Trent's room.
Trent begins to giggle, "Daddy, where are you?" as the pitter patter of his tiny feet begin to make their way toward the nursery. Mark stays silent. Trent walks into the doorway of the nursery, throws his hands in the air and asks, "Mommy, where's Daddy,"
Before I can answer, Mark, who was creeping down the dark hall, screams, "Booga, booga. booga," at the top of his lungs. Little Trent jumped in the air and then immediately ran forward and into the wall. Once he hit the wall, he turned around to run in the opposite direction, and ran straight into the doorjamb which caused him to fall right on his behind and begin to scream hysterically.
What does any good mother do in this situation? Well, probably run to their crying child to make sure he is okay. What did I do? I stood in place and laughed out loud because, well, it was pretty damn funny. Mark runs to Trent, scoops him into his arms, and begins to inspect his red head, while I hold the squirmy baby on the changing table and laugh hysterically. I couldn't help it! Trent soon stops crying and looks over at me. I am trying to look away so that he doesn't see me, but I keep on laughing. Mark is apologizing to Trent when the little guy looks at me and says, "Mommy, I bonka my head. I bonka my head." I look over at him sand just start laughing, which thankfully, makes him laugh too.
Fast forward a few days and Trent walks up to me and asks me to "boogey boogey" him. The kid loves to be scared! He clearly is my child because as some of you may know, I love to be scared. I will watch ghost movies (like Paranormal Activity) late at night and then think I hear footsteps, whispering, etc. and then do the same thing the following night. I used to make my poor college roommate watch these movies with me and she hated it, as does Mark now. I'm crazy! Anyhow, Trent loves when I jump around the corner and scare him. Typically, he jumps, and then laughs, and then begs me to do it again.
After a lot of begging, I walk around the corner and then jump out, which made him laugh hysterically. He asks me to do it again, so I did...about ten more times. On the eleventh time (which is probably only a slight exaggeration), I walk around the corner and pause. Trent begins to laugh and say, "Mommyyyy, where are you?" I wait and wait, and when I hear him take a step forward, I jump out and scream, "BOO!!" Trent's arms fling in the air and he screams hysterically. I begin to laugh as I run up to him to hug him. As soon as I reach him, Trent looks down at the floor. I glance at the ground and notice that I literally scared the pee out of him. I felt horrible! Trent thought it was too funny as he began to laugh and point at the puddle.
Bumps on the head and puddles of pee! There will be no more scaring in my household no matter how much the kid begs for it!
It happened like this...
Trent: "Mommy...Daddy...boogey boogey me" (two-year-old code for "scare me").
Me: "In a minute, bug. I have to change brother's diaper," I say as I walk into the nursery.
Trent: "Nooooooooo. Boogey boogey me nowwwwww!"
Mark: "I'll do it," he says as he looks at me and rolls his eyes. He turns back to Trent and says in his best gruff voice, "You better run, Trent. Daddy's gonna scare you."
Trent's little face lights up, he squeals his ear piercing squeak, and he takes off running into the family room. I laugh and begin to wipe Jagger's chubby bum as Mark runs into the nursery, through the Jack and Jill bathroom, and into Trent's room.
Trent begins to giggle, "Daddy, where are you?" as the pitter patter of his tiny feet begin to make their way toward the nursery. Mark stays silent. Trent walks into the doorway of the nursery, throws his hands in the air and asks, "Mommy, where's Daddy,"
Before I can answer, Mark, who was creeping down the dark hall, screams, "Booga, booga. booga," at the top of his lungs. Little Trent jumped in the air and then immediately ran forward and into the wall. Once he hit the wall, he turned around to run in the opposite direction, and ran straight into the doorjamb which caused him to fall right on his behind and begin to scream hysterically.
What does any good mother do in this situation? Well, probably run to their crying child to make sure he is okay. What did I do? I stood in place and laughed out loud because, well, it was pretty damn funny. Mark runs to Trent, scoops him into his arms, and begins to inspect his red head, while I hold the squirmy baby on the changing table and laugh hysterically. I couldn't help it! Trent soon stops crying and looks over at me. I am trying to look away so that he doesn't see me, but I keep on laughing. Mark is apologizing to Trent when the little guy looks at me and says, "Mommy, I bonka my head. I bonka my head." I look over at him sand just start laughing, which thankfully, makes him laugh too.
Fast forward a few days and Trent walks up to me and asks me to "boogey boogey" him. The kid loves to be scared! He clearly is my child because as some of you may know, I love to be scared. I will watch ghost movies (like Paranormal Activity) late at night and then think I hear footsteps, whispering, etc. and then do the same thing the following night. I used to make my poor college roommate watch these movies with me and she hated it, as does Mark now. I'm crazy! Anyhow, Trent loves when I jump around the corner and scare him. Typically, he jumps, and then laughs, and then begs me to do it again.
After a lot of begging, I walk around the corner and then jump out, which made him laugh hysterically. He asks me to do it again, so I did...about ten more times. On the eleventh time (which is probably only a slight exaggeration), I walk around the corner and pause. Trent begins to laugh and say, "Mommyyyy, where are you?" I wait and wait, and when I hear him take a step forward, I jump out and scream, "BOO!!" Trent's arms fling in the air and he screams hysterically. I begin to laugh as I run up to him to hug him. As soon as I reach him, Trent looks down at the floor. I glance at the ground and notice that I literally scared the pee out of him. I felt horrible! Trent thought it was too funny as he began to laugh and point at the puddle.
Bumps on the head and puddles of pee! There will be no more scaring in my household no matter how much the kid begs for it!
Monday, October 14, 2013
My Crappy Day (Pun Intended)
Well......I'm back!
After a long hiatus, I am back on my blog. I have been very busy editing my manuscript and query letter and researching the literary agents that I am sending my letters to. My morning has been so crappy, I thought it was the perfect time to get back to blogging and share what happened to me.
So, my husband has been nagging me to go to the eye doctor for years. Being that I can no longer read the guide on the T.V. and seeing as how the lines on the road look like they are shaking when I drive at night, I finally made an appointment for this morning. Last Thursday, I texted our usual sitter and asked her if she could watch the kids today at 10. She said that she would love so I thought that was the end of it! Apparently, she was looking for an exact confirmation because 10:15 rolled around and the sitter still hadn't arrived! I knew that I was no going to be late so I began to text her, asking her where she was and there was no response. By 10:22, I threw the kids in the car and drove like a bat out of hell to the doctor's office. I knew that they were going to charge me if I didn't show up so I didn't think I had any other choice.
I fly into the parking space, jump out of the car, and frantically begin to set the stroller up and put Trent in it. I pull the shoulder straps over his boney shoulders and insert the first of the two latch do-dads into the locking mechanism. I had to bite my tongue when I pinched the pad of my right pointer finger in the latch when I was pushing it closed. Getting more annoyed by the second, I push the other side of the latch closed and do the same freaking thing with my left pointer finger! I throw Jagger in the Baby Bjorn and practically ran into the office and immediately began to apologize for my tardiness. The receptionist attempted to tell me that I was going to have to reschedule but apparently, she felt bad for me and let me stay! Luckily, Trent was pretty good throughout my appointment. He cried for me when the doctor was doing the exam but he didn't have a single meltdown which I was so grateful for! During my appointment, the sitter did text me back, saying that she wasn't sure if I needed her or not. So, at least, she did eventually respond!
As I was picking out a pair of glasses, I kept getting a whiff of something nasty. I kept putting the babies butt up to my nose but it didn't smell at all. I looked at the old man sitting next to me, and silently blamed him for the disgusting smell. After I picked out my glasses, we had to wait another 20 minutes for my eyes to dilate and surprisingly, Trent was great the entire time! Not a single peep. I was amazed! It was Jagger who never makes a peep who was fussy during my appointment. He actually cried and squirmed quite a bit. Apparently, it is too much to ask that both boys be good at the same time :)
After an hour and forty minutes, we were headed home and I was praising Trent and his fabulous behavior! When I was taking Trent out of his carseat, I smelled that poopy smell again and then I felt it, wetness on my arm. I turned Trent around and saw it....he shit his pants. Like poop-soup, diarrhea, smell like death, shit his pants.
That poor hit must have crapped his pants at least 45 minutes before and he didn't tell me. So, after we got home, I had to not only clean his carseat, but also give him a bath because when I was taking his underwear off of him, poo just got every where...all over the back of his legs, his feet...all over the flipping place. Now, no matter how many times I wash my hands, I still smell the poop! To top if off, my eyes are all weird from those eye drops that make you dilate and the brightness in my house is killing me!
Let's just say that I really hope the rest of the day goes a bit smoother!
After a long hiatus, I am back on my blog. I have been very busy editing my manuscript and query letter and researching the literary agents that I am sending my letters to. My morning has been so crappy, I thought it was the perfect time to get back to blogging and share what happened to me.
So, my husband has been nagging me to go to the eye doctor for years. Being that I can no longer read the guide on the T.V. and seeing as how the lines on the road look like they are shaking when I drive at night, I finally made an appointment for this morning. Last Thursday, I texted our usual sitter and asked her if she could watch the kids today at 10. She said that she would love so I thought that was the end of it! Apparently, she was looking for an exact confirmation because 10:15 rolled around and the sitter still hadn't arrived! I knew that I was no going to be late so I began to text her, asking her where she was and there was no response. By 10:22, I threw the kids in the car and drove like a bat out of hell to the doctor's office. I knew that they were going to charge me if I didn't show up so I didn't think I had any other choice.
I fly into the parking space, jump out of the car, and frantically begin to set the stroller up and put Trent in it. I pull the shoulder straps over his boney shoulders and insert the first of the two latch do-dads into the locking mechanism. I had to bite my tongue when I pinched the pad of my right pointer finger in the latch when I was pushing it closed. Getting more annoyed by the second, I push the other side of the latch closed and do the same freaking thing with my left pointer finger! I throw Jagger in the Baby Bjorn and practically ran into the office and immediately began to apologize for my tardiness. The receptionist attempted to tell me that I was going to have to reschedule but apparently, she felt bad for me and let me stay! Luckily, Trent was pretty good throughout my appointment. He cried for me when the doctor was doing the exam but he didn't have a single meltdown which I was so grateful for! During my appointment, the sitter did text me back, saying that she wasn't sure if I needed her or not. So, at least, she did eventually respond!
As I was picking out a pair of glasses, I kept getting a whiff of something nasty. I kept putting the babies butt up to my nose but it didn't smell at all. I looked at the old man sitting next to me, and silently blamed him for the disgusting smell. After I picked out my glasses, we had to wait another 20 minutes for my eyes to dilate and surprisingly, Trent was great the entire time! Not a single peep. I was amazed! It was Jagger who never makes a peep who was fussy during my appointment. He actually cried and squirmed quite a bit. Apparently, it is too much to ask that both boys be good at the same time :)
After an hour and forty minutes, we were headed home and I was praising Trent and his fabulous behavior! When I was taking Trent out of his carseat, I smelled that poopy smell again and then I felt it, wetness on my arm. I turned Trent around and saw it....he shit his pants. Like poop-soup, diarrhea, smell like death, shit his pants.
That poor hit must have crapped his pants at least 45 minutes before and he didn't tell me. So, after we got home, I had to not only clean his carseat, but also give him a bath because when I was taking his underwear off of him, poo just got every where...all over the back of his legs, his feet...all over the flipping place. Now, no matter how many times I wash my hands, I still smell the poop! To top if off, my eyes are all weird from those eye drops that make you dilate and the brightness in my house is killing me!
Let's just say that I really hope the rest of the day goes a bit smoother!
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