BDay Card ~

A coworker gave me a birthday card. It's got 'Maxine' on it. The old woman with the attitude.

It reads on the front:
"I was going to get you one of those birthday cakes with your face on it.... "
Inside:
"It's a great way to say "bite me" to lots of people at once."

Gotta love 'Maxine'
:-)

Ohhh the painnn ~

Forgot to mention, this weekend we made sure that we let Glen use utensils for all that he might need to while he ate.  And I have to say he did pretty good!   He did of course leave several messes for me to clean.  Mainly on himself.  But he did pretty good.  I gave him some dark chocolate pudding with his dinner, Ohhhhhh...... I still shudder.  Guess he didn't like it too much.  He picked some up on his little spoon, took a lick, decided he didn't like it.  He then proceeded to try to scoop the remaining pudding on the spoon Off the spoon and back into the dish with his hand.  Now the spoon was clear but his hand was full of pudding.  Here's where I shudder. ~

Glen was wearing a really cool Spongebob Squarepants tshirt.  It's bright BRIGHT yellow, with Spongebob's face on the center of the shirt.  Welllllll..... Can you guess where the pudding that he couldn't get off his hand went?

 

Yep. He looked at his hand and then looked over at me (I was sitting close by with Connor in my arms feeding him his bottle), took his right hand full of pudding and swiped his hand on his shirt from his chest to his lower belly (this is a long shirt).  

 

I squinted hard and turned my head with an expression of pain and stammered, "ohhh..h.h.hh. noo.o.o.o."  Mark turned from working on his computer and said What?  I said, look at Glen's shirt.  He did.  He started to chuckle and look down at the floor shaking his head with a deep sigh.  I said, "That hurts so bad, that's one bright yellow shirt" 

He said with a smile, "yes I know"

 

I left Glen to his own devices till he was done eating.  Guess we'll lay off the chocolate pudding for a while.

 

*Sigh*

Some Mornings ~

 

There are just some mornings, afternoons, and evenings that I'm just not sure if I should have become a mom.  At least maybe not to 2 kids but only 1.  My patience wears so thin, so quickly.  I think that has to do with an exboyfriend 'F'.  I had all the patience in the world.  Even after a divorce from 'J',  but then came along F and he was insecure, possessive and wanted to control everything that we did or I did.  He was verbally and physically abusive.  Till one day I had had enough of the constant fighting and arguing with him about the most trivial of things.  And after 9 months of it, I kicked him out of my apartment.  But since F, my patience and anger level has risen.  I've been able to control it IMMENSELY cuz of the kids, but some days I have to walk away or heaven help me I'll regret anything I say or do.  And believe me, I HAVE walked away and closed the door and caught my breath to recover before facing the kids again and whatever situation that made me run to begin with.

 

I was able to sleep in a little bit this morning, which is a miracle in it's self. It's been weeks since I've been able to sleep late on the weekends.  Mark has been the one to sleep in, mainly because he doesn't move when the boys wake in the morning and start their crying or roaming, so I get up and tend to them.   Glen greeted me in bed by climbing in and making himself comfy on Mark's side of the bed.  Now mind you, this is a treat for him, because our bedroom is off limits for the most part.  And him laying down in our bed is not a common occurrence.  I think it's only been when we've both been in there folding laundry, changing a diaper on one of the boys, or just tickling them while getting them a change of clothes (their clothes are in the master bedroom, mainly cuz we only have one bedroom.)  The boys actually sleep in their crib and cradle in the living room area.  Anyway,  Glen and I were laughing about how he laid down and covered himself with his dad's blanket and was looking at me smiling and it made me laugh.  So the morning started out good.  But I think he's just spoiled rotten.  I gave him his banana oatmeal, and he sat at the table and ate nicely.  If you call wearing some of your food nicely.  Well after a while I thought to myself, you dope you shoulda put a bib on him.  So I went and got one.  He wore it for about 5 minutes then wanted it off.. he was yelling and holding his spoon with oatmeal on it upside down, food getting all over the table. So I took it off of him, and he was fine.  Till I walked away with it.  Then he started to cry again. I told him I needed to clean it off (plastic bib), so I did clean it and he gave me a particular yell that was meant as a scold rather than one as a want.  So I got mad and walked away with the bib and put it in the bathroom to dry.  I thought it was out of his reach.  But Mr.. Terrible Two's opened the bathroom door and walked right in and got the bib, then sat down at the table and finished his oatmeal.  I was mad, but didn't react to him.  I simply got out the safety items that I had been holding off using and opened the package for the door knob covers and put a cover on the door knob.  I had hoped to avoid doing this because when I need to go to the bathroom I didn't want to have to fight with the door knob cover.  But the time has come.  I didn't mind it when he would come in and out of the bathroom while I was in it, but now that he's done it in defiance to me.  He loses that ability to open and close as he pleases.

 

I was trying to clean up the living room a bit and maybe sort through the toys to figure out what he doesn't play with, what needs to be trashed and what can be given away.  But Connor went on a tirade and needed attention and help getting to sleep.  So that's where I ended up.  Glen is now eating his iced oatmeal cookie snack (2 cookies) and some milk.  At noon he'll get his lunch and then God willing he'll take his nap and I can have peace for about 5 minutes.  By the time Glen goes down, Connor will be up and I'll be starting over with the little one.

 

I guess I'm doing ok really and shouldn't worry about wondering if I should have or shouldn't have become a Mom.  I love them like crazy, and God help anyone that hurts them.  

 

Just sometimes... Bang Zoom to the Moon!

Time passes.

Well much has happened since my last blog post. Glen has semi accepted day care as his fate, and Connor is still keeping us up at night, but he's growing steadily. So that means I can hope that when we go for the rice cereal addition to his diet, that he'll finally decide to sleep for us.

This morning Glen was a perfect angel and got dressed and off to day care without any hitches. Now what tomorrow might bring.. is anyone's guess. Some days he lets me put his clothes on him and others.. It's a wrestling match again.

We had a decent weekend. We went to Turtle Back Zoo on Saturday.. Gosh it was a great day and they cleaned the place up Super nice! I remember when I went as a kid and the walkways were loose rocks and the animals were behind tall fences or the old fence that you'd find at a ranch with the one lone buffalo behind it. Now the roads are paved and the cages are kept really nice according to where that animal is from.
I made a comment to Mark about how the one Hawks cage was set up really really nice with all the branches and greenery in there and that it didn't look empty or unkept like the next one that we came across. It didn't have any greenery or many branches in it at all. Dirt bottom with some sand. Mark turned to me and said.. Ah honey.. That's cuz that Hawk is from the desert. You ARE looking at it's natural habitat. I said, "oh, heeeheee" Lets move onto the bald eagles shall we?
:)

Connor slept through it all, which is fine.. What's a four month old gonna remember.
Glen was running around and enjoyed looking at animal to animal. Sometimes not actually seeing the animal I'm sure. But being told where to look and being able to look around for something that he knew was getting his Aunt and Uncle excited or Mommy and Daddy, then he was excited too.
He really enjoyed the little monkeys they had there. He was able to stand really close to the Glass and the monkey came down right in front of him and then took off up into the branches again. Glen literally SQUEALED with delight.
We went over to the little pool area where they had two little penguins. Another good one for Glen.. They were very energetic and moving constantly. They also got super close. If they had waged their little tails in the water or flipped their feet the right way, they would have splashed Glen right in the face. He squealed a bunch when he was at their little habitat as well.

Needless to say those where his favorites.
Then came the train ride. This is a 2 yearold that is scared of rides he doesn't know. You normally can't put him on anything without dragging him. Well I carried his little ass on the train and blocked his way from getting off.. He was trapped and he wouldn't sit down. He stood right inbetween my legs. Uncle Gary and Aunt K, sat behind us so he had full view of them.
After realizing that it was fun and he wasn't gonna get hurt.. ... He liked it... And he sat down on his own next to me and we had fun with the wind blowing in our hair and saying... WHEEEE!
Aunt K made choo choo sounds and we went under the covered bridge that was pitch black inside and he didn't flinch. Made the noises with everyone else... booooo... . Then the train road along the lake for a while and Glen enjoyed looking at the water and looking around the woods on the other side of him.
When the train stopped.. I got out and turned to pick up Glen.. He stood up and then sat back down again. I had to pick him up out of his seat as he was kicking and whining cuz he wanted to stay on.
Poor Mark sat at the entrance of the train with Connor since we couldn't take the stroller on with us. I know we'll hit the park again soon, Next time, Mark will take Glen for that ride and enjoy his smiley little face.

Was a good day.