If I put the word in the title, my husband might just commit homicide. I'm probably going to get comments about this post once he reads it, but hey I'm the mom and it's my job to embarrass my children. Right?
So, the little one has fallen in love with his privates. Yep, he loves his penis. As every boy & man does, eh? Sure, he discovered his tool a while ago, but this is like giggling discovery. He wants his diaper off to touch it kind of discovery.
I'll be honest. When I found out when I was having a baby boy, I sort of freaked over the whole "junk" thing. That's right, I called it "his junk." I was used to the girl parts, where I didn't have to pick anything up or move it over to clean around. Girls are pretty easy to clean for the most part. And now I'm going to have a penis to worry about? Oh, shit.
It freaks me out when he springs the woody and I open up that diaper for the surprise. Um, I'm your mother and that's like, uh gross. I'm getting used to it, well not that used to it. But used it enough where I can tell daddy about the big one his son produced that day. You moms of little boys know what I'm talking about.
So, Phoenix has discovered his penis. (His sister called it a "peanut" for a long time, which I let her use even though we're about correct terminology in our home.) A few weeks ago, he would put his hands "down there" (gasp) and give me a little smile. Day after day, the smile got bigger. And now I can ask "Phoenix, where's you penis" and he'll point to his groin. Come on now, it's funny. Admit it. I don't do it often, but it's like his newest trick. We go through "Where's your nose, ears, etc." Why can't he find his penis?
Much to my husbands chagrin, I've had this trick performed for the grandma's. "Will you stop please." I know I can't do this for long, so I'm enjoying laugh while I can. After all, just think about how in 20 years I can remind him of this. He'll die of embarrassment!
He's just proud of his junk and is earning his way to manhood. ;)
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Saving a Buck
I thought I'd be smart and save a buck or two when buying toilet paper. Wrong choice. I usually buy the red Charmin, but for some odd reason picked up Angel Soft. Um, Soft? That stuff chaps my ass. Okay, I know blogging about toilet paper may not be chic or whatever, but I thought it was funny. I picked the pack thinking it was another brand, of which the name continues to escape me. And I was sorely disappointed. But we have about 6 rolls left to use up before that red Charmin can save our bums. So much for saving a buck.
Okay, I promise something of more substance soon. ;) Hang in there.
Okay, I promise something of more substance soon. ;) Hang in there.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Wrong Way Jose
For New Year's Eve, I picked up some Swiss Cake Rolls (Ho-Ho's for those that don't have Little Debbie). I figured this would be a fun treat for the kids. Ariana destroyed hers. There is a way to eat a SCR and this is not it. Jason was laughing at me as I took in the way she was eating her snack. He and I actually enjoy our's in a different way. I like to take all the outer chocolate off first, then slowly unwrap the cake part, licking off the filling, until I have this U-shaped tube. He starts unrolling it with the chocolate on. But the way this girl ate her's was just plain wrong.
You be the judge.
You be the judge.
Blog Funk
I seem to have tons of things throughout the day that I think, "Oh, I have to blog about this" but when it comes time to sit down, I'm empty. It seems there is this lapse of brain power that occurs, maybe it's the soda reduction plan I'm on. ;)
I'm going to try writing things down on paper if it comes to me when I'm not on the computer, maybe I can express myself more fully then.
Ho hum.
Have a super day everyone!
I'm going to try writing things down on paper if it comes to me when I'm not on the computer, maybe I can express myself more fully then.
Ho hum.
Have a super day everyone!
Cleaning House
For those of you who find the blog via our family website, please make note of the blog address as we will be taking down the other website. It's just so much to keep up and I haven't been able to update it for months and months, so rather than keep paying for it we are planning to stop running it.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Great Googley Moogley!
I've had 26 visitors today. Here's a big hello to everyone!
Come on people, feel free to comment and say hi! You don't have to have a blogger account to do so.
Come on people, feel free to comment and say hi! You don't have to have a blogger account to do so.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
At a loss
I have no new books to read at the moment, and nothing that I own and previously have read sounds appetizing. I really feel lost.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Differences
Tonight is one of those evenings where husband and wife have limited contact and/or conversation in our home. No matter who says something, the other seems to take it the wrong way. We're both tired and a teensy cranky, which is when this usually starts to unfold. He's been working some extra hours and feeling pressure for a project at work. He went into the office to work today. Wonderful. He comes home in time for playoff football, and sits on his ass all afternoon/evening with the occasional moment with a child or folding of the kid's clothing. That leaves me taking on heavier house & kid duties. Waaanderful.
The thing that set me off this afternoon was him not wanting to take Ariana outside to play for 20 minutes. He wanted to watch football. (Football is a sore subject in this house at the moment.) I, of course, got bitchy and said I'm sick of football coming before other things. Like your children, who haven't seen you all day, and want to spend time with you. He suggest I take her outside. Sure, me who has no snow pants and has this beautiful chest cold. Thank you so much for thinking beyond yourself. So, I fall into my pig-headed stubborness and get Ariana dressed and then myself, at which point he comes over to put on his stuff. A small tiff ensues with me continuing to be stubborn and pissy, and him saying, fine whatever. He got to go to a f'in Packer game last week while I stayed home with sick kids. I had sick kids all week. On New Year's I got a couple of hours for myself. I said I was going to try out my new scrapbooking tool, a Cricut, some. Well, I spent a bit too much time of the computer for his liking and he comes downstairs with this f'in tone in his voice, "I thought you were playing with your Cricut." Um, if it's my time...shut the hell up. I can spend it how I like. It's just adding up this week.
I get that he's tired and stressed. I appreciate the fact that he goes to work M-F to earn a living to provide for us, I really do. And I know that he appreciates me being home with the kids and doing the majority of the housework. He is a wonderful help with the kids, most of the time. Hell, he's ten times more involved than some of the husbands I know. I went into marriage and parenthood knowing that our partnership would be as close to 50-50 as possible. I'm an equal opportunity parent. It's give and take.
But there occurs these moments when I'm pissy about doing 18 f'in loads of laundry over the last two weeks, shopping, wiping butts, figuring out what's for dinner, looking at the scummy toilet and saying, gee I better clean that...moments where I'm just tired of doing all that crap. He can say thank you for taking care of all the things I take care of all day for days, but there's this level of deeper understanding that I don't think he gets. Yes, I understand the constrains of a full time job with pressure and stress...I use to work full time. There's more to being a stay at home mom than playing with your kids and putting dinner on the table. Yes, I understand I perhaps have more time to clean and do laundry. But, if you've ever spent an entire day with our children, you know that the extra time isn't what it seems to be. I typically start to get pissy when he slacks off some. The slacking could be due to illness, work, whatever. I try to understand some of it, but eventually I'm so frickin' tired of keeping everything running that my mouth seems to shoot off. I attempt to keep things running smoothly so there are few bumps along the way. But that gets exhausting after a while.
We are different in many ways. We do lots of things differently. We worry about different things. One shining example is me going through the kids clothing, putting aside the items that no longer fit and pulling out the next size clothes we have. And making sure each child has enough clothing. I take care of that, I always have. And I made the moronic decision to work on that this week when I'm in a peaky mood. Not my best decision. So, of course, I get pissy and we have slight words about it. I'm pissy cuz he never has to worry about stuff like this and I ask what he'd do if I wasn't here to take care of that particular task. He laughs and says, well the kids would be wearing clothes probably way past when they no longer fit. Funny, very funny. This causes me to roll my eyes and slowly back into the bedroom again where my eyes start to tear up. These are the types of things that he does not understand. And unless I, for some reason, wouldn't be here to do it...he'll never have to worry about it.
We're both tired. He allows himself to sit his ass on the couch watching TV all evening. Me, I have problems allowing myself to do something like that. There always seems to be something to do, dishes to wash, clothes to fold, toys to clean up, etc. I have a more difficult time relaxing in situations like that. And I know it, it's incredibly frustrating for me.
I can appreciate our difference, but there are times when I loathe them as well.
The thing that set me off this afternoon was him not wanting to take Ariana outside to play for 20 minutes. He wanted to watch football. (Football is a sore subject in this house at the moment.) I, of course, got bitchy and said I'm sick of football coming before other things. Like your children, who haven't seen you all day, and want to spend time with you. He suggest I take her outside. Sure, me who has no snow pants and has this beautiful chest cold. Thank you so much for thinking beyond yourself. So, I fall into my pig-headed stubborness and get Ariana dressed and then myself, at which point he comes over to put on his stuff. A small tiff ensues with me continuing to be stubborn and pissy, and him saying, fine whatever. He got to go to a f'in Packer game last week while I stayed home with sick kids. I had sick kids all week. On New Year's I got a couple of hours for myself. I said I was going to try out my new scrapbooking tool, a Cricut, some. Well, I spent a bit too much time of the computer for his liking and he comes downstairs with this f'in tone in his voice, "I thought you were playing with your Cricut." Um, if it's my time...shut the hell up. I can spend it how I like. It's just adding up this week.
I get that he's tired and stressed. I appreciate the fact that he goes to work M-F to earn a living to provide for us, I really do. And I know that he appreciates me being home with the kids and doing the majority of the housework. He is a wonderful help with the kids, most of the time. Hell, he's ten times more involved than some of the husbands I know. I went into marriage and parenthood knowing that our partnership would be as close to 50-50 as possible. I'm an equal opportunity parent. It's give and take.
But there occurs these moments when I'm pissy about doing 18 f'in loads of laundry over the last two weeks, shopping, wiping butts, figuring out what's for dinner, looking at the scummy toilet and saying, gee I better clean that...moments where I'm just tired of doing all that crap. He can say thank you for taking care of all the things I take care of all day for days, but there's this level of deeper understanding that I don't think he gets. Yes, I understand the constrains of a full time job with pressure and stress...I use to work full time. There's more to being a stay at home mom than playing with your kids and putting dinner on the table. Yes, I understand I perhaps have more time to clean and do laundry. But, if you've ever spent an entire day with our children, you know that the extra time isn't what it seems to be. I typically start to get pissy when he slacks off some. The slacking could be due to illness, work, whatever. I try to understand some of it, but eventually I'm so frickin' tired of keeping everything running that my mouth seems to shoot off. I attempt to keep things running smoothly so there are few bumps along the way. But that gets exhausting after a while.
We are different in many ways. We do lots of things differently. We worry about different things. One shining example is me going through the kids clothing, putting aside the items that no longer fit and pulling out the next size clothes we have. And making sure each child has enough clothing. I take care of that, I always have. And I made the moronic decision to work on that this week when I'm in a peaky mood. Not my best decision. So, of course, I get pissy and we have slight words about it. I'm pissy cuz he never has to worry about stuff like this and I ask what he'd do if I wasn't here to take care of that particular task. He laughs and says, well the kids would be wearing clothes probably way past when they no longer fit. Funny, very funny. This causes me to roll my eyes and slowly back into the bedroom again where my eyes start to tear up. These are the types of things that he does not understand. And unless I, for some reason, wouldn't be here to do it...he'll never have to worry about it.
We're both tired. He allows himself to sit his ass on the couch watching TV all evening. Me, I have problems allowing myself to do something like that. There always seems to be something to do, dishes to wash, clothes to fold, toys to clean up, etc. I have a more difficult time relaxing in situations like that. And I know it, it's incredibly frustrating for me.
I can appreciate our difference, but there are times when I loathe them as well.
Junk
The kids are finally over, or getting over, their yuckies. But I've started with some junky chest/throat thing. My throat gets so dry during the day, ugh. So, I'm not feeling so hot and obviously have nothing of worth to write about for the moment.
Hope the New Year is going well for everyone.
Hope the New Year is going well for everyone.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Explaining Death
How do you explain death to a 4 year old? The father of one her friends at school died this week. I'm not sure what will be shared by the teacher, or more importantly the little 4yo mouths (where they seem to know way more than you'd think). Ariana knows about death to a small degree, but this is the first death that she can somewhat understand and while it doesn't cause her pain, it is causing pain to her friend.
The bigger question I guess is figuring out what myself and Jason think about death. Jason loathes discussing death, so it's not a topic we talk about frequently. I don't necessarily believe in the white heavens with angels singing, etc. Quite honestly, I don't know what I truly believe about it. I think there is some type of afterlife, but don't really have a picture in my head of what it consists of. I haven't spent too much time thinking about it.
I just want to be prepared in case she asks questions. Jason and I are going to talk about it tonight and decide what to say. It's finding the balance of how much to say. We'll see what she wants to know and go from there.
The bigger question I guess is figuring out what myself and Jason think about death. Jason loathes discussing death, so it's not a topic we talk about frequently. I don't necessarily believe in the white heavens with angels singing, etc. Quite honestly, I don't know what I truly believe about it. I think there is some type of afterlife, but don't really have a picture in my head of what it consists of. I haven't spent too much time thinking about it.
I just want to be prepared in case she asks questions. Jason and I are going to talk about it tonight and decide what to say. It's finding the balance of how much to say. We'll see what she wants to know and go from there.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year everyone! I wish you a year filled with fulfilled dreams and promises, belly-shaking laughter, and much love.
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Monday, December 31, 2007
Year End Musings
As 2007 comes to a close, everyone around the world is doing their reflective thinking. And why should I be any different? It's been quite the year for us, one that will remain in memory for a long time to come.
Let's see, what were our biggies?
*Ariana starting off the year with the flu. "Daddy, why I exploded?"
*The slow thaw of winter (always sucky)
*Another year passes me by and I'm one step further into my 30's in Feb.
*Dress shopping with my sister-in-law for her wedding gown, it was quite the fun day.
*A tumble down the stairs for Phoenix, who thankfully knows how to fall and not get too seriously hurt.
*A birthday girl turns 4 years old and her favorite gift is a remote control spider.
*Phoenix turns one year old.
*We participated in the 3rd Annual Preeclampsia Foundation walk-a-thon, raising over $1300 thanks to our family & friends!
*Lots of camping
*A trip or two to the zoo
*Remembering the losses that have touched our hearts, recently and those in years past.
*Another crisp day picking apples and eating them to our hearts content while in the orchard.
*Another fishing and hunting season closes with my husband safe and happy.
*The Packers are having a great season, which warms my husbands heart. He even gets to go to two games this year.
*Gathering family together over the holidays. Being thankful for those we have around us.
*Ending the year with sickness, both kids have the yuckies. (is this going to be a theme?)
What I've learned this year:
*I'm much stronger than I ever imagined.
*Time goes much faster with two children.
*I love my husband more than ever before. His support and encouragement are such a wonderful thing to have. His arms were made for me.
*My heart can heal after breaking.
*It's okay to speak your mind, as long as you are respectful to others.
*While I have this insane need to juggle a billion things, I begin to break down under the stress after a while.
*Letting go of expectations. Expectation of myself and others.
*Real friends are with you anytime you need them, never judging or telling you what to do. They listen and offer their shoulder to lean on.
*I struggle internally when I work with people who don't like to plan.
*My children are my saving grace, allowing me to love and be loved in return with no limitations.
*Laughter is still the best medicine, and I treasure the moments that end in laughter. Especially the belly ache and tears down your face kind of laughing.
*Writing is theraputic for me, and I'm thankful that I started blogging, which has continued to broaden my horizons and allowed me to meet some pretty cool people.
So, how's that? I'm keeping my fingers crossed that 2008 will be a banner year.
Let's see, what were our biggies?
*Ariana starting off the year with the flu. "Daddy, why I exploded?"
*The slow thaw of winter (always sucky)
*Another year passes me by and I'm one step further into my 30's in Feb.
*Dress shopping with my sister-in-law for her wedding gown, it was quite the fun day.
*A tumble down the stairs for Phoenix, who thankfully knows how to fall and not get too seriously hurt.
*A birthday girl turns 4 years old and her favorite gift is a remote control spider.
*Phoenix turns one year old.
*We participated in the 3rd Annual Preeclampsia Foundation walk-a-thon, raising over $1300 thanks to our family & friends!
*Lots of camping
*A trip or two to the zoo
*Remembering the losses that have touched our hearts, recently and those in years past.
*Another crisp day picking apples and eating them to our hearts content while in the orchard.
*Another fishing and hunting season closes with my husband safe and happy.
*The Packers are having a great season, which warms my husbands heart. He even gets to go to two games this year.
*Gathering family together over the holidays. Being thankful for those we have around us.
*Ending the year with sickness, both kids have the yuckies. (is this going to be a theme?)
What I've learned this year:
*I'm much stronger than I ever imagined.
*Time goes much faster with two children.
*I love my husband more than ever before. His support and encouragement are such a wonderful thing to have. His arms were made for me.
*My heart can heal after breaking.
*It's okay to speak your mind, as long as you are respectful to others.
*While I have this insane need to juggle a billion things, I begin to break down under the stress after a while.
*Letting go of expectations. Expectation of myself and others.
*Real friends are with you anytime you need them, never judging or telling you what to do. They listen and offer their shoulder to lean on.
*I struggle internally when I work with people who don't like to plan.
*My children are my saving grace, allowing me to love and be loved in return with no limitations.
*Laughter is still the best medicine, and I treasure the moments that end in laughter. Especially the belly ache and tears down your face kind of laughing.
*Writing is theraputic for me, and I'm thankful that I started blogging, which has continued to broaden my horizons and allowed me to meet some pretty cool people.
So, how's that? I'm keeping my fingers crossed that 2008 will be a banner year.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
FABulous!
Found this on Blogger's "Blog of Note" tonight. I love it! I know a few yards in our location that we could submit.
Tacky Christmas Yards
Tacky Christmas Yards
Ache
Preeclampsia claims another life.
Kalamazoo Gazette
Tuscon family
These are two news stories where both moms died while giving birth to triplets. There had been word that the Tuscon woman died from preeclampsia, but no mention in this particular link.
When will it stop? My heart is just aching for these families.
These women are the reason I continue to support the fight against preeclampsia. Until the day comes that no woman has to worry about developing this horrible condition, I will remain involved. The day that my daughter doesn't have to worry about it if and when she chooses to have babies of her own.
Preeclampsia robs you of so many things. The naivety of the wonders of pregnancy, the oh-so-happy endings, the fearlessness of choosing to have another child, I could go on and on.
Kalamazoo Gazette
Tuscon family
These are two news stories where both moms died while giving birth to triplets. There had been word that the Tuscon woman died from preeclampsia, but no mention in this particular link.
When will it stop? My heart is just aching for these families.
These women are the reason I continue to support the fight against preeclampsia. Until the day comes that no woman has to worry about developing this horrible condition, I will remain involved. The day that my daughter doesn't have to worry about it if and when she chooses to have babies of her own.
Preeclampsia robs you of so many things. The naivety of the wonders of pregnancy, the oh-so-happy endings, the fearlessness of choosing to have another child, I could go on and on.
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