New Arrival

IT'S A BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He arrived this morning at around 5 am.
He weighed in at 8 lbs and 8 oz.
He was almost 21 inches.
Short light colored hair.
Cute cute cute.
Pictures to come shortly.

Quote of the day

The boy has taken to calling me and the man by our first names. Not a big deal really. Yesterday out of the blue he says to me,
"Mommy, I won't call you Suzy anymore" (assuming my name is Suzy)

"Oh good," I thought, "he's finally going to start calling me mom again."

His next words were, "I am going to call you RICE"

?????????????
Where did that come from?

A Whale of a Belly!

Can I just say that I am huge. My belly pokes out far enough to reach to China. The baby could possibly be resting easy in a different zip code than the one I am currently in. I hope the baby decides to make an appearance soon. I don't know how much longer my skin can stay this stretched out. I am getting super excited.



For those of you who don't know...

I got a guitar for my birthday this year. I have always wanted to learn to play. I am totally stoked about it too, but as of late, I have had to put this on hold, because I can't even hold the guitar properly in front of my gargantuan midsection. I will be starting right back up just as soon as I can though. Wish me luck, this is not an easy talent to obtain!!

So there's my update. No baby yet, and the kiddos are doing just great.

Waiting, waiting, waiting

So I am a little over two weeks away from the actual due date. I have not come early with either of my other 2 children. I don't know why but I just wish I would. Chances are not likely though. Here's hoping! There is no candy in my house right now. So the man is on a mission. He should be coming home with root beer, circus peanuts and skittles. Aahh. Good man. I know this doesn't sound like a nutritious diet (especially for a prego woman) but peanuts are protein, right? and the root beer will help me to stay hydrated? Okay whatever I just won't eat them all in the same sitting. Maybe. Anyway, thank you to the man!!!



The boy I think will be great. Today I could have ate him alive he is so adorable. Out of the blue he just came up to me, at the perfect height to be placed just under my outie-belly-button. He lifted up my shirt just enough and kissed my belly. Aaahhhhhh, how sweet, eh? Yes he will be a charmer.



The girl has her moments too. She has started randomly telling me she loves me. I don't even have to tell her first. And she is starting to "love" a lot of things. She says "I looove it mommy, I loooove it". And she loves to sing. She does this by singing loudly "sOnGing, oh sonGing, sOoOOnGiNNNNG" It's the darn cutest thing.

REGRESSION

I am back to the stage of pulling out my hair. I don't know what happened but the boy has regressed in his potty training. I am back to cleaning 3 or 4 underwear a day and this time I am 37 weeks pregnant! I am so tired of it I could scream. I just don't know how to deal with this. I have read lots of articles online and all of them say how I shouldn't discipline for this or even show any emotion. Do they realize how hard it is for a hormonal pregnant lady to not show emotion after cleaning potty accidents all day? I have been taking his toys away. Each time he has an accident, I take something else away. I don't know if this is working, because he will still look the man right in the face and pee on the floor. Luckily it's only been the wood floors. AAAUUUUGGGG!!!

Anyway if there are any suggestions, please enlighten a frustrated mother!

Time Out

So I am in the middle of cooking dinner the other day. The boy is apparently hungry and comes to ask me, "Mommy, when will dinner be ready?"

"When the buzzer goes off." I tell him.

Just a brief pause of reflection before he asks me, "Mommy, is the dinner in time-out?"

A new post

So I was totally planning on putting a new post in here tonight, but I got to looking at all my friends and family blogs and found a bunch that I didn't know about. Well I had to read them and then add them into my blog list and that pretty much took up all the free time I was willing to spend. So sorry friends... Your just going to have to wait.
I know it's hard.
My life is just so exciting.
I have you all on the edge of your seats just waiting for the next post...

To Do

I am totally a list person. I love making lists. I have lists for everything. Dinner ideas, things I want, things I want my kids to have, things I want to do with my kids. I'm even bad enough that I have a list of lists I want to make. One of my favorites is my To Do list. I get to write this one each day, and if I'm lucky, get to cross things off this one. I just found this hilarious to do list notepad that reads this on the top:

to do
and then to do again
and then to pick up off the floor and to do again
and then to scream at someone
for un-doing and then to do again

I laughed out loud when I saw this. Probably because it is so true! I don't just do the things on my list. I do them, then re-do them and so on. I usually end up doing much more than is on my list, what with trying to keep up with the kids, and put that on my list just so I can cross it off.

This is so that I can feel like I did do something during the day. Even if the original things on my list never get crossed off, at least there is something there that indicates that my day was not a complete waste. I am a mother. I work hard.


P.S. if you want the website for the notepad it is:
www.motherhoodwithattutude.com

A Weekend Away

Our little family went camping this weekend. Nothing too dramatic or fancy (hello- I'm 8 mo. pregnant). Just a little over-nighter. The kids LOVED it. The boy just didn't want to come home. He was so disappointed that we weren't sleeping in the tent for a few more nights.

There was still quite a bit of snow up in Logan Canyon. This made the boy ecstatic. I couldn't keep him away. And as you know, whatever the boy does, the girl does too. The snow was crusty and dirty (I assume it was just the way a boy likes it).


As soon as the girl saw the snow, she loudly and excitedly proclaimed, "SNOWMAN!!" Every snow pile was a snowman to her. She was also very fond of all the pretty rocks. Thousands of them on the road, and she wanted to bend over to pick up every one.


We had a campfire and roasted marshmallow's and hot dogs. The boy kept saying how he loves to roast. He wanted to roast everything in sight, but he made it very clear he did not want to roast his feet. Here are a few photos.

DISNEYLAND

We went to DISNEYLAND a few weeks ago as a family and had a blast! The boy loved every part of the vacation and is still asking me when we can go ride on a plane next. He also tells me he wants to go back to the hotel. I think he means he wants to live there. The other day as we were all sitting down to dinner, the boy says,

"Dad,"

"Yea buddy?"

As he says this next part he gets pretty quiet and puts his head down so that he is looking at the floor.

"I think I kind of like Minnie Mouse"



Other than being ashamed of liking Minnie, he got to see his favorite character: Donald Duck. Unfortunately it was only on a float. We never did see him just hanging around.



The girl was head over heels for the disney princess'. I think she must group herself with them. She does seem to think that she can get whatever she wants. She is talking up a storm and just growing up so fast. I can't believe she'll be 2 next month.



Well it's been almost 6 weeks for the man's collar bone. I told him he better be praying the healing process is done, because I will not lighten the load any longer. That might be a bit dramatic, but try being in the middle of your third trimester! I'll show YOU tough.

Spring Blossoms

The weather has finally started to warm up a bit here. The trees do look amazing in the spring, and there are plenty of them around our neighborhood. Yesterday was quite windy, and it was windy and rainy all through the night and into this morning. Most of the blossoms are now gone from our flowering tree in our yard. Likewise with our neighbor's. Well when we went outside today the boy noticed this as well.

"Mommy, the popcorns are all blowing away!"

Kids say the cutest things!

Update

As the family was taking a short evening walk the boy was looking up into the sky. It was still light, but the moon was already up.
"The moon is following us, mommy"

"Yep it is," I replied.

A few seconds of silence. The boy is thinking.

"Jesus hung it up there with a long string."

And there you have it. If anyone out there has ever wondered who hung the moon, you've got your answer. For those of you who don't know, the boy knows everything. (He's telling me things I didn't know all the time.)



We are still struggling with the girl and the bedtime thing. She just can't handle the freedom of a twin bed. She is always getting out and catching the eye of mommy or daddy and then giggling running back to her room. She thinks it is a game.

I don't think it's that funny.

Bedtime is my only respite from these children and she's taking that away. I love them to death, but believe me, I do need a break at the end of the day.

I guess it'll all work out eventually. I guess I'll just keep petitioning the "big-man" for some sympathy.

The man is still in a lot of pain. His break has not yet healed. So I still have some time to figure out the least painful way of breaking a collar-bone. Anyone?

Quote of the week

The boy: "Mommy, once, when I was a teeny little baby, like this," he says, putting his pointer-finger and thumb really close together,

"I got SQUISHED!" he says this so matter-of-factly that I really struggled to keep a straight face on this one.


The man had a mountain biking accident and is slightly out of commission to help with any sort of manual labor around the house. He cannot pick up the children; cannot help with baths; cannot do the dishes or even get dressed by himself. Among the other aches and bruises, he broke his collar-bone.

OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Babe, I wish you the speediest recovery, for your sake as well as mine.

Well, the girl has learned to climb out of the crib now. I have been dreading this day. Of coarse it has to happen when the man can do nothing. She is finally asleep in the big girl bed, and it is now 10:30 pm. We started bedtime a little before 8. Hopefully it gets better and better. Any suggestions on keeping the little ones in bed. This may make me sound totally wacky, but I kind of liked the "cage" phase. But it's over now.

I'm thinking I might brake my collar bone next week. Maybe I should wait until the man's has healed. How long does that take?....

GRRRRR

Oh my, you all probably don't care but I am getting so frustrated! Is it too much to ask to find a maternity swimming-suit with an underwire? Not all (in fact probably most) pregnant women are not these teeny little pebble-boobs that will fit in a shelf bra. We're pack with milk and we need some support so we don't have the appearance of milk cows. Come on people, it's not rocket science!

Mood Swingin' Momma

Hey, just to keep you up-to-date, if you don't want to get snapped at by a jagged toothed alligator or singed from a fierce fire-breathing dragon just stay away from this pregnant mom. I don't know what my problem is. I guess my hormones are just riding a roller-coaster. I can't seem to keep it together for very long periods of time. My poor kids. The darling boy keeps reminding me, "Take a deep breath, mommy, it will be okay" How true that is. He is a little angel (most of the time). He is also doing so good (knock on wood) with the potty training thing! It took a few weeks, but I think that he has it down now. I'm sure the girl won't be too far behind. She really does have to do everything the boy does. Well, until next time...

ROAAAARRRRRRRRRRR...

Quote of the week

The boy had once asked me what happens to all the food after we eat it. I told him that it goes into our bellies and then goes all through our bodies to make us strong and give us energy. I then told him that if there was anything left that our bodies couldn't use, we would pee or poop it out.

I guess it's amazing what kids hang on to.

The boy was peeing in the toilet the other day. After he's finished, I usually wait a few seconds because a little more will usually squirt out. So I waited and waited. Finally I said, "Can you go some more bud?"

He simply said "No. There's no more lunch. It's all gone mommy."

This is it

Well, I guess I received my answer (at least most of it) to the question stated in the last post. "Why do I continue to do this?"
Later today as I pulled out the top rack of the dishwasher to start putting the clean dishes away, the boy eyed his very own little tea-cup. He looked at the teacup and asked loudly, "Is my teacup clean mommy?"
"Yes, buddy, it is clean now,"
His eyes got big as he threw his arms around me and shouted, "Thank you mommy, Thank you for cleaning my teacup!!!!"

Now whoever said being a mom is a thankless job?

Days like these

I wake up feeling great this morning. Really energetic and feeling like I'm really going to get things done today.

I make french-toast for breakfast.
I get the kids dressed.
I take my husband to work.
I come back home, finish loading the dishwasher and wash all the remaining dishes (that have been hanging around since last week might I add).
I throw a load of laundry in the wash and dry the clothes in the washer.
I vacuum downstairs.
I vacuum the steps. (They were crying out from the dust).
I spend a few minutes and play with the children.
I make a few calls that needed to be made.

I finally decide it's time to get dressed and do something with the mop on my head.
I find the one (supposedly clean) pair of pants that fit me
(I have two; the others are in the wash).
As I unfold them to get dressed I notice a fine toddler delicacy firmly encrusted in the seat of the pants. I try to scrape it off with my fingernail. There's still too much left over. I throw them in the laundry. Back into sweats.

All of this is in-between spilled orange juice, potty reminders and "leave your sister alone"s.

Finally I see the boy start the shy backing toward a hiding spot where he will do more than I want him to (IN HIS UNDERWEAR).
I enthusiastically say that it's time to go potty and he needs to remember to poop on the potty. I lead him by the hand (quickly) to the toilet, where I place him gently while I take his underwear off. He has started a little something in his underwear, but it's not much.
I tell myself, while it is a little upsetting that he didn't tell me he had to go, I can handle a teeny amount of poop and things are still okay.

Well before I even get the underwear under the water to begin washing them, the girl (who has been uncharacteristically quiet) runs in to me screaming "Hiams, hiams!!!!" (which is to interpret: hands, hands!!!!). I look to see what all the ado is about and the girl has poo smeared all over her hands, arms, legs, onesie and shirt.
Yes.
HER POO.
She was pooping in the other room and decided she would explore the ins and outs of her diaper. I strip her down throw her poop encrusted cloths in the laundry. Clean her dirty, smelly diaper and wash her down and spray her off in the tub. The boy is still on the potty. I quickly wash his underwear and throw those in the laundry too.

I take a step back and survey the damage. While I was thinking I was getting so much work done this morning, the kids have overturned 3 toy boxes, a pack of triangle flash cards and a bag of dinosaurs. My house looks worse than it did. I have already accumulated enough laundry for another load. Two steps ahead, five steps behind. It's not even lunchtime yet. It's days like these I really have to step back, look deep into the eyes of my beautiful children and remember why I continue to do this.

Welcome to motherhood.

We're getting there!

Perhaps all I needed to do was complain long enough. I have to say I am quite impressed (as I knock on wood). The day after I had totally given up the whole potty training thing, the Boy brought me his underwear in the morning and said, "Mommy, I want to wear these today."

Being the nice patient, loving and persevering mother that I am, I replied, "Sorry honey, we're not going to wear those for a while."

"But mommy, I promise I won't pee or poo on the dinosaur."


How could I say no to that? I just told myself to be more watchful and more on the ball this time. I guess it just all the sudden clicked with him. I heard it so many times. He just has to show some interest. I can want it, but that doesn't make anything happen- He has to want it too. He has had a few accidents, but the majority of the time he makes it to the toilet now.

WHEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Well after he got pretty good at using the toilet when he needed to, I decided I needed to get the man involved. I told the man since I don't have that kind of contraption that he was going to have to show the boy how to "handle" it.
I was just having the boy sit down. The man didn't really know what to do. I told him to get some cereal that we had in the pantry and put one or two in the toilet and show him how to aim. I told him that he needed to pee with him so that the boy could look up and see how to properly do it. So the man (who didn't mind helping) went to the pantry and got a few KIX cereal pieces.

KIX

I said, "Are you serious? He's three. I just cleaned the bathroom, and from the looks of it, you couldn't even hit a KIX. Go back and get the honeycomb."

This tactic worked great by the way. The boy loves aiming at the target each time now. I just need to put a small cup in the master bedroom for the man!

All is well with the rest of us. Here are some very first photo's of the soon to be new addition. (Which by the way is going to be a complete surprise! We won't find out the sex)

AAaaarrrrrrrrgggggggggG!

I am tending to think that violently ripping my hair out by the roots in small handfuls is more fun than potty training. We were just running course through our third or fourth serious attempt, but it was soon curtailed as toddler poop became icing on almost everything in our bathroom. How is this feat ever mastered? How come there are so many of us potty trained? I guess it's proof that not all moms are like me and don't just give up. The boy is still showing no interest in using the potty. I want him potty trained sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo badly! I feel like he is old enough. Veteran mothers, I need some help on this one. Any special tricks?



Meanwhile the girl is showing plenty of signs and really enjoys using the potty. Sounds like a no-brainer, right? (Just potty train the girl)
Well I hesitate because I do believe I started my first attempt with the boy way too early. So I thought I would just really let her interest grow and she'll be really ready by the time I try a serious run with her.

Please keep your fingers crossed!