Thursday, March 25, 2010

What is the age limit on when you can’t wear new shoes home from the store?

I LOVE new shoes and bought the cutest pair of yellow wedge sandals the other day. I haven’t gotten to wear them yet. What’s up with that?

Hello, Colorado. Let a girl wear her new shoes already. Weather, please cooperate. Please….

Monday, March 22, 2010

Desperate Mom Tip #215

NEVER let your already weak stomached kid ride the merry-go-round thing at the park for more than 10 minutes.

Parker was loving the big kids pushing them around and stayed on that thing for ever. After a while he was just laying there, should have been my first hint. Then he told me he wanted to go home - hint number two. Quiet all (most) of the way home - hint number three. And about three miles from home - bleh.

Vomit all over the back seat of my car. It took me 30 minutes to take out Parker's seat, Dillon's seat (so I could get the seat protector off) and figure out how to take the carseat cover off.

Let's just say, next time we go to the "Taco Bell Park" (so named because it's near Taco Bell), we will focus our time on the slides.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Opening doors to new adventures

I was so happy when Dillon could finally open a door (about four days ago). Finally, I don't have to get out of bed to get him in the morning. No more, "Mommy. Where are you?" Small problem, now he can open the door.

I put him back to bed three times already tonight.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Remember when St. Patty's Day meant a day of partying?

Ah green beer. Are you a figment of my imagination? It's been so long.

Amazing how much your life changes when you have kids. You might be able to sneak away for a beer or two, but there's no way you're gonna get to CB Hannigans by noon. Today it's even worse. With a house full of sick kids (and husband), I'm not going to even get my lips wet.

Enjoy the day my friends. Have a green beer for me. But don't worry, I'll be wearing a green shirt today.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Hang on, I'm gonna jump in the shower first

Parker asked me this morning why I jumped in the shower. Why wouldn't I just walk in?

Thursday, March 11, 2010

What a day

It started off okay. Cancelled playdate, but we could handle that. Decided to cheer on Grandma at bowling (Parker's been asking to go for weeks). When Grandma was done, we decided to play a round. Parker got a spare on the first frame. Good. Right? I got seven pins. Dillon got a couple. Next up, CRASH.

Dillon is down and bleeding with a gash in his chin. Damn, I paid for a whole game AND shoes. Parker and Grandma finished the game, while I took Dillon to urgent care. The doc took one look at Dillon and sent me to a real ER. He didn't want to be responsible to stitch up a baby's face. Ugh. Ten more minutes in the car, and we arrived at the ER. No parking in the emergency lot - of course.

Two hours later, we have three stitches and a Daffy Duck bandaid. I figure that's one stitch for every 45 minutes. What a trooper he was though. The nurses raved about how great he was. He actually slept in the busy hallway for about 30 minutes.

Phew. All is well. Wrong. Tonight, the kid falls down our incredibly steep stairs. Crisis averted. He's sleeping quietly. I'm sure with two boys, we'll have a lot more trips to the ER in our future.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Am I in the Twilight Zone?

Parker said no to a cookie, because he'll "get all dirty." Dillon with a completely clean diaper says to me, "I went poo poo in my undies Mom." Am I raising two obsessive compulsive kids? Or do they hear me say the same thing day after day? The answer is most likely the latter.

I guess the big question is, when will I get to stop repeating myself? Parker pooped in his pants again today. Dillon threw his plate and perfectly good PB&J on the floor. I've put Dillon's socks back on five times already (twice on the five minute trip to pick up Parker from school). I feel like a broken record sometimes...

Monday, March 8, 2010

A four-hour drive with a potty training toddler

It wouldn't be so bad if the kid wasn't so afraid of bathrooms. Stopping at Kremmling's local Kum and Go (no kidding, who named the gas station?) so Parker could "go potty" was not the highlight of our trip to Steamboat Lake this weekend. I packed 10 pair of underwear for the four-day, three-night trip. There are four left in the bag. Not too shabby.

The kids had so much fun hanging out in "Aunt Jen's cabin," playing in the snow, riding the snowmobiles to breakfast at the lodge and going on a sleigh ride. The big savior of the trip - a 19 inch TV/DVD player. Sad, I know, but it kept the kids entertained. They must have watched 'A Bug's Life' six times.

Tried snowmobiling (is that a word?) for the first time yesterday. Who knew it would be such a workout? My whole body aches and it's probably not from the fall into the "tree well."

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Five words I never thought I'd hear

"Can you hold my penis?" Why can't Parker hold his own penis? That little fire hose is spraying all over the place. I'll be so happy when this whole potty training thing is in the past. Enough said.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Can a kid live on Mac N Cheese alone?

I have the pickiest eaters ever. Well, maybe not ever. I heard of a kid who would only eat Teddy Grahams. I'm seriously tired of trying new things only to have the kiddos refuse to eat it. Case in point, today I made homemade chicken pot pie. What's not to like? Especially with cornbread crust. They wouldn't touch it, except to eat a tiny bit of the cornbread.

I'm told that when you get the kids involved in cooking, they will be more likely to eat it. The boys tried to join me to make the pot pie today. Parker pulled up a chair and immediately fell off and split his lip. When safely back up on the chair, all he wanted to do was attack the cookie jar. Next, Dillon pulled up a chair, got bored when he found out cookies were off limits, and left the room. Two minutes later, he was back and pulled down both chairs sending Parker flying yet again. Needless to say, the boys were then banned kicking and screaming from the room.

Am I doomed to eating Mac N Cheese forever?

Monday, March 1, 2010

Hello. Is anyone out there?

So here goes. First entry to my new blog.

I'm Becca and have two wonderful boys - Parker (3) and Dillon (2). I'm an unemployed PR person with too much time on my hands. Growing up, I never imagined myself as a mom and I'm taking it day-by-day. I've learned some from my mommy friends and learned even more from the crazy boys I love so much.

Here are some of the things I've learned recently (in no particular order):
1. Training potties are gross. Even though I've been changing diapers for over three years now, nothing has prepared me for cleaning out that nasty thing.
2. Cleaning poop out of underwear is worse than cleaning it out of a diaper.
3. Potty training is more about training Mom, than training the kid.
4. Arts and crafts projects never turn out like you think they will.
5. Daddies will use any excuse to get out of doing something for your kid. "He said he wanted Mommy to do it" doesn't cut it.
6. Just because it's on PBS, doesn't mean it's good. For the record, I find Barney, The Big Green Rabbit and any other show with life size puppets annoying.
7. Just because it looks easy on HGTV doesn't mean it is.
8. No matter how much you claim to be in charge, you aren't.

Okay. I'm starting to rant here. That's not the point. If you've ever found yourself without a clean diaper and scooped the poop out and put it back on, let your kid sleep with 100 Matchbox cars, parked by the produce door rather than the toy one at Target, or let the kids eat dessert for dinner because the fridge was empty, then this blog is for you. Keep reading.