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!).

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 : )

Fess Up Friday

I'm joining my sister over at Our Life with Foster Kids, in 'fessing up and sharing my imperfections as mother, wife, friend, etc. So here it goes!

Last Sunday evening, I took Landon to Michael's Craft Store. He was wearing a Pull-up and I didn't change him before we left the house figuring it was close to bedtime and I would change him when I got home. While at the store, Landon informed me that he needed to go to the bathroom. Now as one who is trying to encourage her son to use the toilet, you think I would have taken him, right? Wrong! I told him to just go in his Pull-up. When we were leaving the store, and I pulled him out of the cart, he asked me, "Why are my pants wet?" Sure enough, he ended up leaking through his not very absorbant Pull-up. Whoops!

Any confessions you need to make this week?

A Guessing Game

Yesterday, Landon said I was wearing my "pants jacket."

Any guesses as to what I was wearing?

Real for Imaginary

The other day Landon and I went to the park. At this park, they have this ittt-bitty table underneath the slide. There's a small hole in the wall of the slide, next to the table. The positioning of this table and hole made for the perfect ice cream shop for Landon.

He brought me over to the hole and went around and underneath the slide. "Would you like some ice cream?," he asked.

"Yes, please."

"Cup or cone?"

"Cone," I replied.

He promptly handed me my imaginary ice cream cone. I asked, "How much do I owe you?" He looked at me a little perplexed through the little hole, so I pursued it a little more. "How much money do I owe you?" No response, so I handed him my imaginary money, "Here's a dollar for you." He looked down at my hand extended into the little hole and promptly stated, "I want real money!"

Thank you, Landon, for always making me laugh!

I Went to the Dentist

Today I went to the dentist. Everyone there did such a great job taking care of my teeth. I got my teeth cleaned and flossed and I'm pretty sure I didn't have any cavities. I never felt so loved going to the dentist before.




My "dentists" were Landon and my niece and nephew. We were helping to take care of Charlotte and Eli at my grandparents' house, where they have this awesome reclining/massaging chair. Looking at the chair and how far back it reclined, how could you not think "dentist chair?!?" So we pretended we were at the dentist's office. I let them take turns using my toothbrush sans toothpaste to clean my teeth. Landon pulled all of the floss out of its container. Grandma and Grandpa even had surgical gloves for the kids to use. Hands down - the best dentist experience ever!

What are You?

Tonight at the dinner table, Landon opted to eat like a dog. No hands, no silverware. Just his face to his plate scarfing down his noodles. This behavior is certainly not accepted at our table so in an attempt to get my point across, I asked Landon, "Are you a dog or a boy?"

"I'm a dog-boy!" was his reply. This answer resulted in Alan breaking down in laughter, while hiding his face so as not to let on to Landon that we are anything but calm, cool, and collected while trying to address his behavior. I gave Alan a look that said, "You better stop before I start cracking up." It didn't work - Alan had tears in his eyes from laughing and said, "What?!? It was a clever response!"

I gave up trying to talk with Landon and help him process through his actions and took his plate away for a few minutes. Landon - 1; Parents - 0.