And, although I try really hard to act the part of Super-Hero and Super-Mom (and fail on a daily basis), it is Exceptionally Super Being a Mom to Landon.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Landon to the Rescue!
Landon's imaginative play lately has been all about super-heroes. Together, we don our capes and put on our flying boots. Landon insists that we pack a bag of clothes to take with us to the "Super-Hero Rescue." I'm not exactly sure what a "Super-Hero Rescue" entails but I know that it's somewhere down by the Mall of America.
And, although I try really hard to act the part of Super-Hero and Super-Mom (and fail on a daily basis), it is Exceptionally Super Being a Mom to Landon.
And, although I try really hard to act the part of Super-Hero and Super-Mom (and fail on a daily basis), it is Exceptionally Super Being a Mom to Landon.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Fess Up Friday
It's getting late, but I'm getting my confessions up!
First, it appears that I can no longer watch daytime TV in which the host surprises the guest with a new car. I was watching "Ellen" while working out the other day and next thing you know, she surprised one of her viewers with a brand new car and next thing I know, I'm tearing up at that moment - in the "Y" - while on the treadmill. Ahh, pregnancy hormones. Gotta love them.
Went out shopping after dinner yesterday and didn't check or change Landon's diaper before then (no, this is not the same incident that I recorded a few weeks ago). While we're getting him in and out of his carseat, he's complaning about his bottom hurting. We came home and found that he had pooped in his diaper (and it was there for a while) and now he's got a bit of diaper rash. Ugh! But, in our defense - Landon will always tell us when he's pooped (and we can usually smell it). This time no such words came from his mouth.
Earlier this week, I went to pick up Landon's new bedroom furniture. There were a few cars ahead of me picking up their furniture, so I went to turn on my hazards as the car in front of me had done. Do you think I could find the button to get the emergency lights on? No, of course not! It felt like an eternity and I knew that it had to be somewhere visible because after having a car with a very difficult to find emergency lights button, I said that all my future cars were going to have a button that was easy to spot. It wasn't until the car in front of me had their furniture loaded and out of the way that I finally found the ridiculous emergency light button...
Do you see it there? It's that rectangular button to the far right of the photo, right under the vent. Relatively visible (although not in this photo, it was taken with my phone) and I think I found it just as I was going to get the owner's manual out of the glove compartment.
First, it appears that I can no longer watch daytime TV in which the host surprises the guest with a new car. I was watching "Ellen" while working out the other day and next thing you know, she surprised one of her viewers with a brand new car and next thing I know, I'm tearing up at that moment - in the "Y" - while on the treadmill. Ahh, pregnancy hormones. Gotta love them.
Went out shopping after dinner yesterday and didn't check or change Landon's diaper before then (no, this is not the same incident that I recorded a few weeks ago). While we're getting him in and out of his carseat, he's complaning about his bottom hurting. We came home and found that he had pooped in his diaper (and it was there for a while) and now he's got a bit of diaper rash. Ugh! But, in our defense - Landon will always tell us when he's pooped (and we can usually smell it). This time no such words came from his mouth.
Earlier this week, I went to pick up Landon's new bedroom furniture. There were a few cars ahead of me picking up their furniture, so I went to turn on my hazards as the car in front of me had done. Do you think I could find the button to get the emergency lights on? No, of course not! It felt like an eternity and I knew that it had to be somewhere visible because after having a car with a very difficult to find emergency lights button, I said that all my future cars were going to have a button that was easy to spot. It wasn't until the car in front of me had their furniture loaded and out of the way that I finally found the ridiculous emergency light button...
Do you see it there? It's that rectangular button to the far right of the photo, right under the vent. Relatively visible (although not in this photo, it was taken with my phone) and I think I found it just as I was going to get the owner's manual out of the glove compartment.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Fess Up Friday
Thankfully, none of my confessions this week revolve around breaking down in tears!
Friday night, I opened the back door and was calling for Bentley (our dog) to come in. Landon was standing right behind me as I called and whistled for her to come. No response. I started to panic because she had been barking earlier and I feared that maybe someone dog-knapped our dog because of her barking (yes, I seriously thought that). I had Landon go check his room to see if Bentley might have been in there. She wasn't. At this point, I'm started to think, "Do I call the police when my dog is missing or the Humane Society?" I told Landon to go downstairs while I go get my shoes so I could investigate outside. It is when I turned on the light that leads to our basement that I see my dog's legs...and had no recollection of ever letting her in.
Tuesday I went to the "Y" while Landon was at school. Before going to the "Y," I had some errands to run so my time was short. I walked on the treadmill for 18 minutes, including a cool down. I even inclined the treadmill to make myself feel better about only walking on the treadmill for 18 minutes. Hey, it's at least better than getting your card scanned and not working out, right? (Which, I'm guilty of having done in the past too).
Yesterday I put Landon down for his rest time and went to work on the computer. When he didn't fall asleep after spending an hour in his room I brought him down to the basement while I finished what I was doing on the computer. He asked if he could bring out his art supplies box and I said, "Yes," as I typed away. He asked if he could bring out his stamps and I told him he could figuring he meant his child-friendly, no-mess stamps. Do I stop and turn around to see what he's taken out? No, I was busy doing my own thing. So when I did turn around, I found that he had taken out the rubber stamp pads that you open and use a rubber stamp on. And that he has ink from the stamp pads all over the bottom of his feet. And that we have 3 month old carpet in our basement. Fortunately, none got on the carpet, but Landon had a hard time understanding why I was putting away the stamps when I had clearly told him he could. Obviously using the computer when my 2 year old is up and playing is not going to work (and for the record, he is sleeping while I type this!).
Friday night, I opened the back door and was calling for Bentley (our dog) to come in. Landon was standing right behind me as I called and whistled for her to come. No response. I started to panic because she had been barking earlier and I feared that maybe someone dog-knapped our dog because of her barking (yes, I seriously thought that). I had Landon go check his room to see if Bentley might have been in there. She wasn't. At this point, I'm started to think, "Do I call the police when my dog is missing or the Humane Society?" I told Landon to go downstairs while I go get my shoes so I could investigate outside. It is when I turned on the light that leads to our basement that I see my dog's legs...and had no recollection of ever letting her in.
Tuesday I went to the "Y" while Landon was at school. Before going to the "Y," I had some errands to run so my time was short. I walked on the treadmill for 18 minutes, including a cool down. I even inclined the treadmill to make myself feel better about only walking on the treadmill for 18 minutes. Hey, it's at least better than getting your card scanned and not working out, right? (Which, I'm guilty of having done in the past too).
Yesterday I put Landon down for his rest time and went to work on the computer. When he didn't fall asleep after spending an hour in his room I brought him down to the basement while I finished what I was doing on the computer. He asked if he could bring out his art supplies box and I said, "Yes," as I typed away. He asked if he could bring out his stamps and I told him he could figuring he meant his child-friendly, no-mess stamps. Do I stop and turn around to see what he's taken out? No, I was busy doing my own thing. So when I did turn around, I found that he had taken out the rubber stamp pads that you open and use a rubber stamp on. And that he has ink from the stamp pads all over the bottom of his feet. And that we have 3 month old carpet in our basement. Fortunately, none got on the carpet, but Landon had a hard time understanding why I was putting away the stamps when I had clearly told him he could. Obviously using the computer when my 2 year old is up and playing is not going to work (and for the record, he is sleeping while I type this!).
Friday, November 5, 2010
Fess Up Friday
We'll start out light with this week's confessions: I ate the majority of Landon's Halloween candy. Probably not a surpise to many of you since I'm guessing you also dug into your kids' candy, but I'm still fessing up to it. As a matter of fact, Landon's been pretty oblivious to the fact that we still even have candy in the house. It's like he's forgotten that he even collected it!
And on a heavier note: My pregnancy hormones (at least that's what I'm blaming it on) hit me like a Mack Truck this week. I cried when the garage door wouldn't close and knew that Landon was going to be late to school. I cried when Landon decided not to go to school because he said he wasn't feeling well and then changed his mind after I had already called school to say he wasn't coming. I cried when I really wanted to talk to someone but my sister was too busy to talk at the time. I cried when the pizza dough I was making didn't stretch out onto the pan like I wanted to. Those last three examples were from yesterday alone. It was a very emotionally exhausting day. I'm hoping that I got all that crying out of the way - or at least for the weekend, considering Alan has gone hunting and I don't know what I'll do if I have a day this weekend like I did yesterday!
Whew. Thanks for letting me get these off my chest : )
And on a heavier note: My pregnancy hormones (at least that's what I'm blaming it on) hit me like a Mack Truck this week. I cried when the garage door wouldn't close and knew that Landon was going to be late to school. I cried when Landon decided not to go to school because he said he wasn't feeling well and then changed his mind after I had already called school to say he wasn't coming. I cried when I really wanted to talk to someone but my sister was too busy to talk at the time. I cried when the pizza dough I was making didn't stretch out onto the pan like I wanted to. Those last three examples were from yesterday alone. It was a very emotionally exhausting day. I'm hoping that I got all that crying out of the way - or at least for the weekend, considering Alan has gone hunting and I don't know what I'll do if I have a day this weekend like I did yesterday!
Whew. Thanks for letting me get these off my chest : )
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