What a day!

It's Halloween! I love Halloween and everything that goes with it. I had so much fun getting the kids ready this morning. They got to wear their costums to school and Toot was smiling from ear to ear all the way to school. Now she's ready for tonight to hurry up and get here.

Also, I stopped over atCarrins Comments a min ago and she gave me an award. Could this day get any better. It's my very first award so I'm pretty stoked. Here it is.

Yea for me! Here is what she said about me.

I have been reading and commenting with April for the past couple weeks. She is a sincere, real person. She vents about her hubby and her kids but also celebrates the love in their lives. We seem very similar in our outlook on life. I look forward to our growing friendship through the blog world!

She is so sweet to say that. I would give the award right back to her if I could but think I'm suppose to give it to 5 other people so here we go.

These 5 blogs I think deserve this award because I just love reading them. I always make sure to check and see what they have to say everyday. They are funny and truthful and I can relate to all of them.

Melissa over at Life With 3 Boys & a Little Lady

Bethany over at Somethin' To Talk About

Gwen over at Confessions of a Control Freak

Mama Kat over at Mama's Losin' It

Weeksie50 over at Smile It's Becky

Now should you accept the award, please follow these steps:
1.Post the award on your blog.
2. Link me for giving it to you.
3. Link the originating post here
4. Pass the award on to five more deserving people.
5. Post these rules for your recipients

Thank you so much Carrin. That was just the cherry on top of the great day I am already having.

Out of the mouths of babes

With 3 kids running around, you are bound to hear something funny or embarrassing come from one of their mouths. Lately, Toot has been the one saying most of the stuff.

At line in Wal-Mart not to long ago she embarrassed her Daddy. She said loudly while pointing "That woman sure has a big hiney!" He just turned around and got out of line. I'm just glad I wasn't the one she was pointing at.

As we are headed home the other day she decided to tell me "There's poop in my hiney!" I laughed and asked her to 1.) please hold it in till we got home, and 2.) from now on please just say that she needs to go potty.

The other night she was playing with Little Man and she called him a "butthead". I told her "No, no. That's a yucky word. Don't say that." So she smiled at me and looked at Little Man and said "You Hineyhead!" After laughing really hard, I decided I should have told her to not call him names but that was just too funny.

In the restroom at a fast food joint, she loudly let everyone know that her "poop was stuck!" She makes me stand outside the stall so she had to yell it to make sure I (and the 2 ladies in line) could hear her.

She apparently has an obsession with talking about "hineys". I need to stop that soon. It's probably because her nick name is Toot but she earned that name. When she's being really crazy we sometimes say (not to her though) that she has graduated from being a little toot to a little shit but calling her "Shit" doesn't seem very appropriate.

And my last one was totally my fault. If your not sure of the answer (and you want a good answer) don't ask. She will tell you the truth. The other day I got my hair cut and asked her if she liked it. "Nope! You need a pony tail." Ok, glad I asked. She made up for it yesterday though. I bleached my hair and after I dried and fixed it she said "NOW your hair is pretty." Thank you sweety, your too kind. Oh, to be 4 again.

Of everything she has said, what I asked one time takes the cake except I wasn't 4, more like 14. I was sitting with my Mom and 20 other mothers at my brothers soccer game and asked "What is sodomy?" I didn't understand the look on her face until she answered me very bluntly but very quietly. That is one day she will never let me forget. That's probably the only time I have heard her use the F word also. It's hard to say who was more embarrassed, me or her, but I think it was probably me.

So what have your children said that was funny/embarrassing? I know y'all have some good ones.

Life as a glass with her.

So today's writing assignment is to write about the point of view from a glass on a table. I'm going to write it from the point of view of a glass on the table at my house. Not sure if that was what she was going for but that's what I am doing. Starting NOW:


Oh, I wish she would finally come pick me up and put me in the dishwasher. Hell, she could just hand wash me. Or, just rinse me out. That would make me happy.


OH WAIT, that little kid that smiles all the time is climbing on the TV again. APRIL!!! Smiley's at it again!! Oh, I wish she could hear me.


OH WAIT, that little Toot is now changing clothes for the 10th time today. She's gonna have lots of laundry to do now.


OH WAIT, Smiley is now eating a bug. Damn, that was gross.


OH WAIT, now he stinks! That is even grosser! I think I'll just hang out here while you clean that up.


Awhhh, silence. Where did everyone go? Go away kitty cat or I will spontaneous combust on your ass.


Oh, there they are. Hey, can you clean me?


Never mind, Little Man just smacked Toot with a light saber (or whatever they are called) and now she's screaming, AGAIN!


Hey, when your done with th....


OH CRAP, now your cleaning up broken glass from a suicidal vase.


When will it all end and you can finally wash/rinse me? I'm not picky.


Never mind, now your asleep. MAYBE tomorrow will be better but I've been here long enough to know that I shouldn't hold my breath and end up like the vase.


For more post about writing assignments go check out Mama Kat at Mamas Losin it. You may just pee yourself cause you'll laugh so hard.

Wordless Wednesday

These are some of my best memories as a child. Just me and my family. I hope my children look back on our time together and always remember the fun we have.

For more Wordless Wednesday's go check out 5 Minutes For Mom
and Punky Monkey's .

Love at first sight

It really was when Hubby and I met. We were both drunk so of course it was. Actually, it's a real funny/cool story so I am going to tell you about that weird/wonderful night. And actually, we were both drunk. Thank God we were or this might have not happened.

It was the summer of 2002 (July 21st, 2002 to be exact) and I was hanging out with a really good male friend of mine. Little Man was at his Dads house so I was partying. I had already told my parents that I would go with them to a bar that night. Problem was, I was already having fun and didn't want to go anymore. They were going to see a guy sing that they knew the said guys wives dad. Still with me? Hope so.

Anyway, I didn't want to go anymore so I called with some lame excuse (I was 21 at the time) and started explaining my lame excuse. Well, the guy I was hanging out with knew my folks and said very loudly "I'll go with you and your folks to the bar!" and they responded with "Ya, bring him along" HA, they didn't know what they were getting themselves into. So off we go to my house to get ready for the night I just know is going to be so boring. I hardly put on any make-up and just threw my hair in a pony tail. Who cares, I'm with my folks and one of my best friends? I actually made the comment on the way there, to my Mom, that I was tired of dating/men and just wanted to start having a good time without worrying about anything. HA! Little did I know about fate.

So we arrive (I don't carry a purse but yet smoke AND get carded) and hand everything to my friend to carry in his pockets. Ain't I sweet. Anyway, so we go in and get settled. It's me, my friend, Mom, Dad, all their friends (their age) and 2 women around my age. THANK GOD! Someone to talk to that isn't old. HA, I should have known better. So, the 2 woman were wives of 2 band members (which we are still friends with). 1 was the singers wife (why we were there) and the other was the drummers wife. OK, cool, whatever.

So we are drinking and having a good time and my Dad asks me to dance. It's a country bar and I LOVE to dance with my Dad. At this point in my life, he is the only one I will dance with cause I can't dance so I gladly accept. As we are dancing I look on stage and notice this really hot guy. So I, of course, make my Dad dance me over to the stage and show me off. He's a REALLY good dancer. Then I request a song to the singer, while staring at the other guy, and low and behold... he doesn't sing that song. Huh! OK, that didn't work. So we go sit down when the song that we were dancing to is over.

Well, my mind is set now. I am going to meet that guy. So I hang out with my folks until the band has a break. Still drinking, just so you know. Hell, I had a driver and no child for the night, I was taking advantage of my situation. As soon as they got a break, I called the singers wife over and told her to introduce us. Damn, I'm slick! So she went and got him. This is how this went down.

Singers wife: "Benny, this is April." (now you know Hubby's name) "April, this is Benny."

Me: smile (told you I was slick)

Benny: Leaned down and kissed me (when I say kissed, I mean KISSED!) and then he walked away.

Me: My Dad is right across the table from us! Hey, where are you going? But didn't say a word until he was gone and then I looked at my Mom and said "Give me my cigarette back. He smokes."

After that, he got back on stage and did what he was doing all night up until that moment. Singing and playing the harp (harmonicas) and I waited till 1am.

After the band was done I went back up to him (I was drunk, not desperate) and we started chatting. He also then sang me the song I requested that the lead singer didn't know (A Country Boy Can Survive By Hank Jr.). I was in love. My Mom came up to us as they (my folks and friend) were about to leave and Hubby asked my Mom, "Can I keep her?" She said yes and went home, without me.

We have been together every since. We have only missed one day of actually talking and that was because of some drunk Mexican. I'm not racist against Mexicans, but he was in Mexico and a drunk Mexican drove his truck into the telephone lines. We go married a little over 6 months later and are still very happily married with 2 kids to call our own.

He may drive me crazy sometimes but he is still the love of my life. I don't know what I would do if my friend had not talked me into going to that bar that night with my folks. I thank him every time I see him. And yes, Hubby still sings to me. He has written many songs about me. He was actually the lead singer of that band until he married his 2nd wife (no longer married when I met him). He also taught me to dance with him on a back road in the rain. You can puke now.

I can't wait to tell our kids how we met. Also, my Great-Grandmother met her Hubby in a bar. It must run in the family. If Toot comes home one day and says she met the man of her dreams in a bar, I will just smile and say "you better hold on tight because he's a keeper!" MAYBE!

By the way, please go check out Carrin at Carrins Comments
She's seems like a really cool lady and is pretty damn funny.

Overwhelmed

I love my Hubby and always will. He is my best friend. He is a great Hubby and a really good Dad. He loves our kids more than anything and would do anything for them, if I'm not there to do it.

That's the problem.

I'm ALWAYS there to do everything.

He works outside of the house so he's not home during the day. Days and weeks that he works 12 hours a day, I leave him alone. On the days he either doesn't work, gets off early, or just had a normal 8 hour day, I think he should pitch in with the kids.

I drives me crazy that EVERY time we are getting ready to go somewhere, he magically disappears until I have gotten everyone ready. Happens everytime. Or when we are at a friends house and he just assumes I am taking care of the kiddo's 100% while he does what ever it is he is doing.

Not to long ago, this was our conversation:

Hubby: "Where's the kids?"

Me: "I don't know, weren't you watching them?"
I really did know where they were of course.

Hubby: "Of course not"
Ya, he fell right into that one.

Me: "EXACTLY!"
With a very dirty look tossed his way.

This is where some of the problems lie. I am "Mommy" 24/7. I don't go to work. I don't go to the golf course (w/o kids in tow). I don't get very many moments (if any) where I am just "April". He gets to be "Daddy" when he chooses. He has no problem leaving us at home to go play golf all day. He has no problem not watching the kids, so I can, while we are somewhere. That, to me, isn't fair. We both wanted children. If I left him with the kids all day (or even for 2 hours) so I could go do anything, he would freak out. Drives me crazy. His excuse is that, that is his down time. Well, where the hell is my down time cause I haven't seen it in a while. Or at least until now.

I started this blog because sometimes I need to just bitch about the little things and know someone else out there feels the same. When I bitch to (not at) him, I really wonder if he gets it. I don't think so. I am on this journey to find the woman I use to be because she got lost some where a few years ago. Then I want to introduce her to the woman I have become and hope they become good friends. I am slowly finding my way back to her. Hopefully soon, she will make her presence known and we can all be a lot happier with life and me not so damn overwhelmed.

Uggghhhhh!!!!

Saying I'm frustrated right now would be the understatement of the year.

I have been trying for 2 hours to get my pictures from my computer to Wal-Mart so I can actually see my pictures without sitting at this computer. I did everything it told me to. I cropped, fixed, checked, re-checked, was happy, and then tried to check-out and

NOTHING!!!

They have my pictures on the website, they know how many I want, they know what size I want and won't let me check out. They will do everything except let me pay and go pick them up. Every time I hit the "Proceed to check-out" button, it just says "opening page" and doesn't open it. I let it do that for 10 minutes. Ugh!! It's really bugging the crap out of me.

I'm gonna try and see if my Mom can do it from her computer because I am all out of idea's and patience.

Wish me luck, I need it!

Busy weekend

This weekend was a busy one. I did get to spend the whole weekend with Hubby though. This was his last weekend off for a little over a month. Yuck! Starting today he will work at least 40 days straight/12 hours a day. Sucks to be him. They start the shut-down on Halloween and it goes threw to sometime in December. Which also means, he'll show up in the middle of trick-or-treating. I guess he'll be a welder/millwright for Halloween. This time a year is always hard on the kids and me, but we will get him back right before Christmas till the end of January everyday, all day. Usually by the end of Jan I am ready for him to start working again. So it all pretty much works out.

Anyway, back to this weekend. We went shopping. When I say shopping I mean all day at 5 different stores. That was a tad stressful with the two little ones running around but we did get almost everything we needed. I gotta go ask one of the stores here local to order Hubby some jeans. He's a skinny butt and it's really hard to find jeans skinny enough and long enough. 29/36 slim fit/cowboy cut. I bought all of them last time they had some but he goes threw them fast because of his job. We did get everything the kids needed though so that was good.

After a day of shopping, we went over to Hubby's brothers house and relaxed and hung out with the neighbors till about midnight. Kids went to bed early, pooped out from shopping! My brother-in-law built a shop in his back yard but it's kinda turning in to a mini bar for all the neighbors to hang out at. At one point, the guys started rolling dice. I don't gamble, never even bought a lottery ticket, but thought I would give it a whirl. So I asked Hubby for some ones (he gave me six when he had just won like 30) and I started rolling the dice. Apparently, I had luck on my side because I rolled 5 sevens in a row. Not bad, I started with $6 and ended with $57. WhooHoo! I didn't roll again after that run because I was scared I would loose it all. Then, we just played horse shoes (which I am really good at too) and then went to bed, exhausted!

Sunday, we just came home and installed a new electric fire place. I gotta say, that is one of the coolest things ever. Looks like a real fire place but the kids can't burn themselves or the rest of the house and it heats up the room really good. I want one for every room now. Hubby just rolled his eyes when I said that. Oh well. After that, I crashed.

Not real eventful, but very busy. The kids looked great in there new clothes and that's really all that matters. Just ask Toot, she'll tell ya. OH YA, speaking of Toot talking. When we stopped to get supper, Toot was hanging out the window of our truck and starting chatting with the people that pulled up next to us. Some how she talked the man into teaching her to ride horses on the weekends. He has his own arena and horses and said he'd love to teach her and Smiley for FREE! Hubby was excited because he really doesn't want to own horses again but would love for them to learn to ride. Only Toot could pull all that off in 5 minutes with people she has NEVER met. Hubby knows them, it's a small town.

That's about all that happened in my little world.

I want to say thanks to Lazy Crazy Mama
She sent a shout out to me on her blog. Thanks again!

TGIF

OK, I'm not all TGIF right now. Fridays are my busy days (busier than others) where I drive around half the day with two little ones. Let me explain.

Hubby gets paid on Thursday, so I have to go to the bank that's 20 miles away on Friday to make the deposit.

Then I have to turn around and drive all over the country to go pay bills.

I know this is my fault. I don't mail in payments. Some I pay on-line but others I pay in person. I don't like not knowing the exact day the payment will clear the bank. By doing this, I know for sure what needs to be in the account and when. I have found that this method actually helps me from getting over draft charges. I don't like where my bills say "Mail 10 days in advance to prevent late charges". Well, then it just might clear a day or two ahead and I would be stuck with NSF fees. So I drive us all over and go pay my bills in person.

Also, Hubby works 12 hours on Fridays right now so that's no fun. He gets home around 8pm and is hungry and tired so it's just like Mon-Thur night. Nothing special.

So I am here to say (tomorrow), TGIS! I love Saturdays. No errands to run, all the kids are home, Hubby's home, no alarm clocks, and we can just do what we want. Also, I wont be posting on weekends because of above reason on why I love Saturday. I don't even get online Sat and Sun. Just me and my family enjoying life.

Just a few pics of what can happen on weekends around here.

She did this to herself.


No, it was not running.



It seems Hubby has the advantage.




Getting into Daddy's work stuff.

I hope everyone enjoys their weekend as much as I will.

Little Man

I told myself that when the feeling hit, I would write a post about my children. One post dedicated to only telling you about that particular child.


Today, I feel the desire to tell you about my Little Man. Brace yourself. It's long but I hope you will still read it.



He is a normal 10 year old. He loves me and gets so mad at me all the time. He is the oldest so with that comes doing stuff he REALLY doesn't want to do sometimes. Please play with them outside so I can take a shower! He is extremely smart and loves to read, watch superhero movies, play video games, and talk to me in the middle of my favorite TV show when it's not commercial.



I became pregnant with him at the age of 16. I soon there after married his father. Our families were very supportive of us and really helped us along. I graduated high school a year early and 6 weeks later gave birth to my first miracle. Labor was looong and hard (I almost died) and when he finally decided to join us on the outside world, he wasn't breathing. I can say that is the most I have ever been scared in my entire life. They had to bag him for about 15 minutes and then he sat under oxygen for 45 minutes. I didn't get to hold him until after all that but when I did, it struck me just how much I truly loved him. That is such and amazing feeling. Nothing like it.



We spent days playing and doing Mommy/son things and he was truly the cutest baby ever. When he was about 10 months old, I left his father. A few weeks after that, his father left to go overseas for Army stuff. It was just me and him and I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was a single mother now at 18 years of age. Thank God for my parents. They helped out so much. I don't know what we would have done without them.



That next January he got sick. I took him to the doc and was told it was an ear infection. No problem, we had been through this many times before. After a few days of meds, no better and he had horrible diaper rash (first time ever). So I took him back and they told me he still had the infection and the antibiotics caused the rash. OK, I can deal with that. A few days later he was just getting worse and my Mom took him to the doc. Same story. I then started noticing that he was going threw diapers big time at night and when he woke up was screaming for water. He also wouldn't hardly eat anything and was beginning to look like a skeleton. Not good. So off we go to the doc again. This time, I stripped him down to his diaper and said, "Somethings wrong, figure it out. Run blood test or something!" So they did (I'm sure to just shut me up) and sent me home saying they would call if anything is wrong. OK, finally, maybe we can figure this out because by now, this has been going on for 2 weeks.



The day my life changed was one I will remember for the rest of my life. My Mom worked at the hospital where they ran the test and thankfully, she was friends with the woman in the lab. Mom stopped by the lab to see what was going on and the woman told her to call me and get Little Man back to the doc ASAP! She called me and told me "They think it's diabetes. Get him here now." I hung up the phone, shocked, What? Diabetes? He's not old. It's gotta be wrong. So I loaded him up and off we went.



The nurse ushered us in quickly and the doc came in and said this to me, "He had diabetes, his blood sugar is 859 and he has DKA. You have to get him to another hospital (30 minutes away) now. They are waiting on you." Then he left. Huh? What? DK what? So I called my mom freaking out and she took us to the other hospital. Called the in-laws on the way and they came up there too. As soon as we got there, the nurses took him straight to the room and started hooking him up to machines and tried to get an IV going. That took forever and they finally got one in his neck. Not what I was expecting to see my 1 and 1/2 year old going through. I was scared but not like when he was born. I was clueless.


The doc finally came in and explained. About damn time someone explained something.


He had diabetes and was extremely dehydrated because his blood sugar had gotten so high and caused there to be an acid in his body (diaper rash). OK, fix him. Then she told me it's not curable and he will have to live with daily shots of insulin. Nope, not my son. You messed up and miss diagnosed him. She told me, that is the only way possible for his blood sugar to be 859. A person that doesn't have diabetes blood sugar will run around 100. Oh.


The next few days were spent living there while they got his blood sugar back down. My Little Man was back to his normal self and I was ready for all of this to be over. Then we had to drive to Dallas and spend the week living at Children's Med Hospital to learn how to take care of him (keep him alive). I remember the drive. I was confused, mad, sad, and confused. I wanted to know how this happened. I didn't even know anyone with diabetes.



That next week was full of every emotion you can think of. I was bombarded with info and had very little sleep. I was mad at the doctors, mad at God, and mad at myself for letting this happen. At one moment, I took myself out of my little bubble and looked around. The floor he was on has all kinds of kids with different diseases. Cancer being one of them. A light went off in my head. We can treat this. He can live a normal life. It sucks, but could be worse. A lot worse. I decided then, he would be a normal kid, not a Diabetic kid. Yes, he had diabetes, but that's not who he is. And then we went home.



The next year was filled with shots, checking his blood sugar all the time, counting carbs, and trying to explain to him what was going on when I still didn't really know. I had to teach him what I was still trying to figure out. But we've made it through with only 2 seizures, really good blood sugar numbers, and learned how to be normal.


He's now ten and can check his sugar and do his shots all by himself. It's a way of life and we don't really see how life is different than other families. He doesn't feel sorry for himself and never complains about having diabetes. The only time he really says anything is when Toot pulls her pants down and asks for a shot. Then Little Man says, "Trust me, you don't want diabetes!" She doesn't see him as different or abnormal and just wants to be like him. Those are some of my proudest moments as a Mom. He has a good understanding of people with diseases or disabilities and is always kind to them even when it's not the "cool thing to do". He has made me very proud in our journey we travel everyday.

I always say "he has diabetes" in stead of "he's a diabetic". Reason is, that is not who he is. I'm not the kind of mom that goes around telling everyone I meet that he has diabetes and I usually donate to other charities more than the diabetes one. (Reason for that is I hope people donate to charities even if they don't know someone affected by the disease, so I do it.) People stare at restaurants, and he just shows off how good he is with it all. People make a big deal out of it and he tells them it's not that bad, just annoying. We don't make a big deal out of it and he is a perfectly normal, crazy, protective, smart, beautiful, caring, sensitive, joyful, happy 10 year old boy.



We later found out that the nurses at the first hospital didn't think he would even make it to the second hospital alive. At that moment, I am so glad I didn't even have a clue.


We still don't know what caused it and never will. I was mad at God for a long time, but not anymore. I realize God knew we could handle it and handle it well. We still pray everyday for a cure but until that happens, we are happy with the way life is now.



Right now, all he cares about is what video game is coming out next, just like he should.


I love him so much and he has a special place in my heart. We have grown up together. We have made it through hard times together and can get through it all. He still cuddles with me and tells me he loves me every night.




Not only is he my first born, but he's my Little Man.

Refund please

I think I need a refund on this one.

Two years ago I had a hysterectomy. I was very happy with this. I knew I didn't want anymore kids and not having to live with daily pain down there sounded like heaven.

So, I went in, they took out everything but my ovaries (no hormone pills, yea), and I instantly felt no more pain from the endometriosis. Everything was great.

Then, about 6 months later, I was in the ER convinced I had appendicitis. Nope, cyst on my right ovary (the one I wanted him to take out BECAUSE of this problem). Now, I usually know what cysts feel like (I've had them since forever) but apparently my ovaries moved with all the extra space. Who'd of thought. I felt really silly when my doc said "April, don't you know by now how a cyst feels?" He was half joking. Don't rag on him, he can say anything he wants because he convinced the ins. company to pay for the hyst. even though I was only 25. Love him!

The other reason I do believe I deserve a refund is because I still ovulate every month. So about a week out of every month I cramp (my legs do and did before the hysterectomy), break out on my face, and become "psycho bitch". My name for me during this lovely time. Hubby thought he would be able to get some everyday after the surgery but now knows better and agrees on the refund.

So all I gained is no need for tampons and no "surprise" children on their way. Oh ya, and no more pain everyday. Oh, and no more pap-smears (AWESOME) because I have no cervix. OK, so all that is worth something, so maybe a partial refund. But something needs to come my way cause this is just annoying. Thank God for Midol!

Wordless Wednesday

So cute, but this scared the crap out of me.

Hubby was working on the big one.

Lucky for me, I got the job of cleaning out the pumpkins.

For more Wordless Wednesday's go check out 5 Minutes For Mom

and Punky Monkey's

I'd walk a mile for...

a shower without someone banging on the door yelling "MOMMA!" just once. I love my little ones but sometimes they just drive me crazy. It would be really nice to be able to shave without cutting myself because I am in a hurry. It doesn't matter if they are asleep when I get in the shower because within minutes, they are awake banging on the door. The alarm right by Toot's head doesn't wake her up but if the shower starts on the second floor while she is asleep on the first, AWAKE.

I'd also like to be able to eat without sharing my food. What's up with that?! They can have the EXACT same thing, but they want mine. From what I have read, every parent goes threw that. That's why I love this bloggy world because it's nice to know I'm not the only one.

I'd also like to be able to pee alone. If it's not one of the kids, it's one of the cats or dog.

Or to just go to the store ALONE for once. I can't remember the last time that happened.

With all that I wish, I wouldn't trade my life for the world. If having my children means cut legs, sharing food, peeing with company, shopping with maniacs, and everything else that comes with them then I gladly except it because they are the things that make my life worth living everyday.


This post is thanks to Mama's Losin' It
Go check her out, it's a great blog.

I don't know....

shit about potty training. No pun intended! I have successfully potty trained two children but apparently that doesn't mean I know what I am doing.

With Little Man, he was obsessed with Toy Story so I bought Toy Story underwear and threatened to throw them away. After one pair got tossed (then later retrieved) in the trash, he knew I meant business. TaDa! He was potty trained at 26 months.

With Toot, I tried the same trick (with princess/Elmo panties) but it didn't work as well. She didn't care that I would throw them away. She became potty trained at 28 months when SHE was ready.

I don't have the energy to ask 50 million times a day "Do you need to go peepee?" so I don't. I also don't like the wear panties during the day and diapers at night thing. It just seemed it would have confused me when I was 2 so why confuse the kids more than they already are so we waited till they woke up with dry diapers to start the process. And they didn't run around naked and pee everywhere. They either kept their diaper on or wore panties/underwear and tried to make it in time. The nakedness came after potty training was mastered. Thank goodness!

With Smiley, I gotta whole other situation on my hands. He sometimes makes it threw the night completely dry and other nights, not so much. He will not watch TV at all so no cool underwear to obsess over. I know, that's probably a good thing, but not when I need a shower or need to bribe him with cool undies. He loves to be naked and will take his diaper off and pee on the floor/couch/bed/TABLE. He has sat on the "potty" 20 million times and I have never seen him pee in it much less anything else. He only goes and sits on it when I tell him we need to put another diaper on him. Then he's all "I GOTTA GO PEE!!!" and runs to the bathroom. I'm outta ideas. I'm sure this is nothing compared to what we will go threw later on in life with him but I'd like to get this down first.

Any suggestions. I need all the help I can get. I have never used a little potty chair. I just bought the thing you set on the big potty. Do you think it would help for him to have his OWN chair?

HELP PLEASE!!

To be Small Again

I must say I am very happy about my looks right now.

Two years ago I gave birth to my third child. Three months later, I had a hysterectomy. Yea, no more tampons! For six weeks, I layed around and watched TV and got into some shows. I ate when the kids ate, and didn't do a whole lot. Then, you got holidays and lots a food to go with them. Didn't change my eating habits at all over the next two years and hate to work out. Needless to say, I gained weight. A lot of weight.

So, back in July (was a size 12/14) I decided this was getting way out of hand. I really needed to do something about it. Took me long enough, huh! So I started really watching what I was shoving into my mouth and started jumping on the trampoline with the kids a lot. That will wear you out SO FAST. So now 3 1/2 months later, I am back in my size 6 jeans. YEA!!!

Nothing felt better than this weekend. We went to my BIL's house for his birthday party and so I bought a new outfit. I actually put on make-up (very rare in my world) and got dressed in my new super cute outfit. The look on Hubby's face made the millions of gallons of water I've been drinking so worth it. He couldn't quit commenting on my new look the whole way there. Then, we got there and EVERYONE talked about how good I looked. We hadn't seen them in about 6 weeks. I think I was on cloud 9 the whole time. Should have done this along time ago! It was so wonderful. Then last night happened.

We got home around 8:30 and I had to get everything ready for school and get the kids bathed and in bed. We went to bed around 10 and Hubby started caressing my back. I was still on my little high from all the complements and was all for what I knew would happen next. The next thing I know, it's 7am and my alarm is going off. What? What happened? Where is my caressing and soon to be really good time? UGHHHH! I fell asleep!
My hubby called around 10am this morning and started apologising for falling asleep. What? I thought I did and you would be upset? I just told him it was OK and maybe tonight we could resume where HE fell asleep. I felt a little guilty but only for a second. It's about time HE was too tired. Then he started going on about how good I looked and how he wanted to really show me how bad he wanted me and how bad he felt that he fell asleep and was sure I had my feelings hurt. Damn! Now I felt guilty again, so I told him not to worry about it because I had thought I was the one that fell asleep first. He didn't believe me and told me to quit trying to make him feel better. OK, I tried. He just better not let it happen again. HeHe

Oh, poor Smiley

With my hubby and Smiley, I cut their hair. It's pretty easy. I put the #2 guard on the clippers and clip away. Yesterday, I cut my hubby's hair and then shaved his face with beard clippers. He hates to shave so I don't say anything as long as he doesn't say anything to me about the days I don't shave. After I was done with him, he grabbed up Smiley and I cut his hair. He really does not like me doing this but I'm not paying someone else to do it. After I was done Smiley got down, gave me a real dirty look, and ran away to go play. I do this out side so I don't have hair all over my house. As I was sweeping up hair, Smiley ran up, grabbed the beard trimmers and before I could get them, this happened.

After I got done laughing, I decided I needed to shave the rest. Then I got to looking how close he shaved it and decided to leave it. In two weeks I can fix it. My hubby didn't think is was as funny as I did, how dare I leave the clippers in reach as I am the only one cleaning up the mess, but he did agree to leave it. It's not like he goes to school or anywhere else for that matter. And so this is what he looks like now and will for a while. I still laugh when I look at him.

Little man didn't cut his own hair but did let another little boy cut his bangs completely off when he was 5. He was so embarrassed, that never happened again. Toot cut some off when she was 3 and her Daddy cried, so she never did it again. I actually cut her hair too but can't tell him because he likes it long. I laughed when Smiley did it so no telling what will happen in the future. Let's hope he doesn't try this again.

I cut my hair when I was little. I remember worrying that I would get in trouble for being in my parents bathroom not the fact that I cut of one of my pig tails. My Dad cried too. I had really long hair.

So, do all kids do this or am I paying for what I did to my parents? My Dad always says I will and laughs when I DO.

I'm still boggled after 3 kids

How is it they can be totally normal (well not normal, but normal for them) human beings UNTIL we walk in the store. I found out today that it doesn't matter what store, just any store in general.

I am lucky. He He, your wondering how. My husband loves to shop for groceries, ALONE. He has seen how are kids can be so he chooses to do the shopping without me or the kids. I LOVE YOU BABY! Anyway, lately he has been working 12 hours a day. I can't really ask him to do the shopping. Ok, I did, but he refused. So that leaves it all to me and the kids. I have a 4 year old and a 2 year old that love each other. Ohh, how sweet! Ya, no. As soon as we walk in any store they want to run around like crazy folks. Smiley will no longer sit in the bucket (buggy, he calls it a bucket) and wants to "walk" with Toot. Except they don't walk. At all. Ever. I can threaten them and they know I am so full of shit, I can do the very quiet "get your butt here now" thing, they don't care. And all the while I get the stares of other people (I am assuming they have NEVER had kids) that say to me "Do something with your kids NOW!" But, if I did I would get the looks (from the same people with no kids) of "I am so calling CPS on that woman!" It is a no win situation. You should see the looks I get when Little Man is there too (but he's good and helps controll the other two, unless his blood sugar is high then that's a whole other post). I have had so many people say to me "Three kids. WOW! Isn't that too many?" What?! People use to have like 8 or 12 kids. I only have 3. I think that is a no win situation too. Not enough kids or too many, make up your mind. Punish your kids in front of God and everyone (that's my threat) and get CPS called on you (I'm not even talking about spankings) or let them be psycho and get dirtly looks for not punishing your kids (all the looks come from the same people I tell ya). They can't possibly have kids or they would so know where I am coming from.

So I have decided that I will no longer go shopping. At all. With the kids. I bet that works out for me.

But in all the choas, I did buy a new pair of jeans (none of mine fit anymore for good reasons) and a kick ass pair of boots. So I guess it was worth it.

How do you deal with kids and stores because I need help!

I'm betting this is brave of me!

I'm gonna ask a question and I am assuming I am brave for asking.

If you believe a woman should only be able to choose to have an abortion if it is rape, incest, likely to kill the mother, or the baby is severely mentally disabled, are you pro-choice or pro-life?

I have always considered myself pro-life but I agree that only in those circumstances should she get to choose.
I was told today that because I feel that way, I am pro-choice. I do not agree with abortion for any other reason. I also do not look at it as a woman's right. Why should I have the right to abort my husbands/boyfriends/one night stands child (in cases of rape/incest, father should have no rights)? Actually, I think Rowe vs Wade is against fathers rights. Just my opinion.

So am I pro-choice or pro-life? Or are these labels just as stupid as other labels?

Here we go

So, I am starting this because I have read a lot of other blogs and thought it might be interesting. I usually am pretty good at putting thoughts on paper but I guess you can be the judge of that.


A little about me:


I have a 10 years old son that got diagnosed at 18 months with Type 1 diabetes. We don't obsess over it and he lives a very happy normal life with well controlled blood sugar. I have a 4 year old daughter that is the funniest person alive to me. She is a walking contradiction. You will see why further down. Then I have a 2 year old son that can make me so mad one second and then melt my heart the very next second. He is my last baby so I am keeping him my baby as long as possible.
I have a wonderful husband that works his butt off so I can be a stay at home mom. He is counting the days till the little one is off to kindergarten and I can go back to work though. He is truly my best friend and a wonderful husband and dad. When he is not at work we are seriously together all the time because that is how we like it. But he does drive me crazy, A LOT.



OK, enough of that.



I just want to say, THANK GOD FOR CATS!!
Toot (my daughter) caught a frog last night (in the rain wearing her Sleeping Beauty dress) and put it in a little plastic critter house thingy. No bid deal. We put rocks and water in it so it would be happy. I figured that the three kids could watch it hop around in it's house and then in the morning I would let it back outside. No big deal, right? WRONG!
I was busy getting Toot and Little Man (10 year old) ready for school and Smiley (2 year old) decided the frog should jump around the house. Then, he lost it. This whole time I am fixing breakfast so didn't know what was going on. So he comes running to me yelling, "Where's fog?" Oh shit (not the cleanest house) is what popped in my head as I ran to the living room. Yup, he was gone. We couldn't find him by the time to leave for school. When Smiley and I returned home the cats head was in my husbands work boot. I knew right away why. Then I thought how funny it would be if my hubby was about to go to work. I know me, so I know I would have let him put his boot on without telling him. That may be wrong of me but I (and Smiley) would have laughed so hard. So the frog is now back outside and no longer living in hubby's boot and Smokey got extra treats for finding him. As weird as this may sound, it's not the first time a critter got lost in our house but it's usually Toot that smuggles them in and looses them (that's why we have the critter house thingy).

The day of the lizard. I can't find the one of her holding it.

Notice the Cinderella dress.