Thursday, May 27, 2010


Before you get all judgemental, I know, I know
He shouldn't be sleeping with us
He should be able to sleep on his own
Yada, yada, yada

In my defense, he slept on his own
from the day he came home from the hospital
til the day he learned that he could climb up and jump out of his crib

Since then, it's been a B A T T L E!!

And Mama's tired!

So we take turns putting him to sleep,
laying next to him,
he snuggles close,
grabs a hold of your hand,
he intertwines his fingers into mine,
and whispers in my ear "I love you Mommy".

But if I fall asleep in his bed,
I wake up sore and uncomfortable.
If he falls asleep in my bed,
I usually fall asleep too,
then I wake up with a foot in my side
and a finger up my nose.

So that's it!

I'm putting my foot down!

I've had enough of this.

He has to sleep on the floor of my room now!
(baby steps people)

Last night I tell The Boy it's bedtime.
He brushes his teeth,
we walk into my room,
and I begin to make his bed
right next to mine.
Folding up and laying out the extra soft blankie
He's looking at me with those sad eyes.
He gives me that pouty face that he's perfected.
Then he starts the heavy breathing, hhhhaaaaa

I look at him.
Don't even begin with your huffing and puffing, I tell him in my stearn voice.

What's huffing and puffing? he asks.

So I show him, the over-exaggerated huff
and the long very loud exhale...hhhaaaaa

If you start that huffing and puffing, I tell him, you can go sleep in your own room.

He looks up at me with his big eyes and then he lays his head down on his pillow.

I cover him up, turn off the lights, and walk into the bathroom and close the door behind me.
I begin my bedtime routine.
Brush my teeth,
Wash my face,
Get a glass of water,
then I tiptoe back into the dark bedroom,
very careful not to step on The Boy.

I hear a little whisper as I'm getting into bed...
Can I breathe now?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Monstly Wordless Wednesday...Sandwich Monster

I've created a Monster
4 Monsters to be exact.

I used to yell, scream, huff, and puff all morning long
at the kids to get ready on time
and pick something out for breakfast
If we got in the car and they grabbed candy, fruit snacks, or didn't get anything at all,
I'd be angry with them, well, because, it's brain food!

I'd drive off from their school feeling all guilty,
picturing them there hungry in their classroom,
their little sad deprived faces,
rubbing their little tummies
waiting for the lunch bell to ring.
Dramatic, I know.

They'd come home from school
and talk about how their friends shared their watermelon,
sandwiches, chips, cookies.
Just stabbing my heart with each little word.
Blah, blah, blah, so and so's mom is so much better than you...she makes her kids food...blah, blah, blah...
(of course that's not what they said, but that's what I heard!!)

Then all of a sudden a light bulb went off in my head,
Ummm...hello! Mom, make your kids some food!

And thus, the monsters were born.

Hubby heard the monsters in the making
and now he's become one too.
He usually leaves early, so sometimes I don't get to his in time...
Mustard (and I put a little mayo, because seriously a sandwich without mayo, is just unthinkable!), jalapeno munster cheese, and ham

PB & J
because it was Wed. and the 1st time he received sandwiches for the week.

Mayonaise, colby cheddar cheese, and ham

She used to like PB&J until she accidently got her sister's ham.
She was amazed at the ham sandwich skills her mother possesed.
So now she gets extra mayo, mustard, no cheese, (she prefers pastrami(monster's i told you)
but will settle for ham if that's all we have!

PB & J, just like his daddy's.

Guess that wasn't very wordless...
Happy Wednesday, may your bellies be full, and your hearts happy!

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Driving to Denial

As Hubby and I are sitting at the dinner table he says I need some soda.
Then he proceeds to say to my surprise, I’m gonna have Teen 1 drive me to the store.

At that point my eyes bugged out and my head tilted like a puppy dog.
Huh? Really??!!

You see, she’s taken the online course.
She’s received the certification in the mail.
She’s begged and pleaded for us to take her to get her permit.
But each time I make up some excuse.
Not right now.
Our insurance is going to skyrocket.
We only have one car.
Or my personal favorite, saying nothing just silence.

Then he begins to call out “Teeeeeen 1!”

She comes out of the room and he asks, You wanna drive me to the store?

Her face lights up and she may even be standing on her tippy toes.
Really? Yeah, sure! She promptly replies.

Now my stomach is turning, my palms are sweating, and my heart is racing.

Then I realize that I’m in denial.
She’s 16 and a half
She’s growing up

My little tiny baby girl that kept me up all night because she would only drink 2 oz of milk every 2 hours…
My baby with the chubbiest legs you’ve ever seen, the one that had me worried she couldn’t hold up all that weight on her tiny feet to walk…
My little toddler who was THE most stubborn, hard headed child I’ve gone through yet…

Is almost an adult.


We proceed to the car.
Hubby in the front.
I’m sitting in the back next to The Boy.
The Boy is completly excited about this.
I on the other hand, am not.

Teen 1 begins to back out of the driveway
Slowly in reverse.
Looking over her shoulder very cautiously.

She then proceeds to drive down our street.

Breathing, inhale(that’s me)

Hubby is guiding her carefully.

Slowly, very slowly she goes.
Give it some gas we tell her.

I don’t like gas, I’m scared of gas she replies.

At 10-15 miles an hour we creep down the streets of our tract.
It takes us 5 mins to drive half a mile.


Wheh…my baby girl drives like a grandma…

For now anyway…

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Mostly Wordless Wednessday...To have and to hold

from this day forward
Happy Anniversary, I love you.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

I hate it when Monday…

I hate it when you have so many things you want to write about but just don’t know where to begin.

I hate when you begin to write about these things but can’t finish and now you have a bunch of blog beginnings, but no endings.

I hate it when you’re in a hurry to get to work because you woke up late, forgot to make sandwiches for lunches, rushed out the door, only to remember The Boy didn’t have a jacket until you were halfway around the block. You turn around to get it, and now you’re really late and are stopped by every red light within a 22 mile radius.

I hate it when you stress out the whole drive to work because you’re 10 minutes behind schedule and as you pull up to the only road that gets you to and from your office, you’re stopped by a train for an additional 15 minutes. All that stress for nothing…sheesh… I had time to stop for some coffee!

I hate it when you buy a present for a certain occasion early and hide it away until said occasion, but by the time you go to look for it, you completely forgot where you’ve placed it. You tear the house, garage, drawers, car apart in search, but to no avail. So you break down and decide to buy another gift only to find the first gift the very next day!

I hate it when you’re driving and are in desperate need for a red light so you can jot down a note in a book, pick up the phone you’ve dropped and now it’s slid out of your reach, apply some make-up, but get nothing but green lights.
I’m convinced it’s a conspiracy of lights. Red when I want green. Green when I want red.

I hate it when you have a couple bad weeks with the Teenagers and feel like you wanna pull out your hair, quit, and run away because it never feels like things will look up, you rush home only to feel like 1,000 pounds of defeat, pain, and worry is weighing on your shoulders but you have to put on a happy I love being a mom face on.
But I do LOVE it when we all sit around the table, sit down to enjoy our dinner, and everything returns right in the world. The Teenagers are teaching The Boy girly hand jive games, then they run around, chasing and teasing each other all night…ahhh…what a feeling.

I hate it when I forget to post on the right day!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Mostly Wordless Wednesdays…Ridin’ Silly

Sissy, take a picture of me!

Mom, look!

Wait, I'm driving...

Ok, hurry, now! Take a picture of my 'nother one Sissy

Look! hahahha

Make a funny face, I wanna take a picture of you.

Sissy, look at me again!

I'm taking a picture of you texting...

Now take a picture of me texting…

Monday, May 3, 2010

I hate it when Monday…

I hate it when I fall asleep and I wake up an hour later,
but it feels like it’s been 5 hours,
I look over at the clock…
Still have more sleepy time…

I hate it when I woke up once
then I wake up again 3 hours later,
but it feels like it’s been 5 hours again,
Look over at the clock
Oh no, accordingly to Paranormal State-
That’s Dead time!
The time when paranormal activity is at it's peak.
I hate it when I wake up every night at “dead time

I hate it when I wake up in the middle of the night
and it’s dead time
but I have to go to the bathroom
and I accidently look in the mirror
while I’m washing my hands…
(Who remembers playing Bloody Mary as a kid?!)
Oh no, look away, quickly…

I hate it when I wake up in the middle of the night
at dead time
go to the bathroom
accidently look in the mirror
crawl back into bed
but I can’t go back to sleep cause I swear there’s something in those shadows…

I hate it when I’ve woken up in the middle of the night
after I’ve been woken up at midnight,
and again at dead time,
and again cause The Boy has crawled into my bed
and he’s snoring like there’s cooing pigeons in my bed

I hate it when the sound of the alarm clock goes off at 5:45
after I’ve woken up at midnight,
then at dead time,
then with the cooing pigeons at 4am,
and now it’s time to make sure I hear the sounds of The Girls and Hubby getting up
but Hubby’s already up
and The Girls aren’t even there

I hate it when the alarm goes off
and it’s 6am
but I feel like I haven't slept at all…

Happy Monday!
Follow along through the fun and agony as we try to figure out how to raise two completely opposite teenagers- Teen 1, the fiesty yet inquisitive one, Teen 2 quiet but wise-cracking and our ball full of energy known as The Boy. It aint always pretty, but we’ll sure try to make the best of it!
These are the stories of our lives…