Something to Blog about & Day 128. 237 Days Left

I have made it a year. The first year is celebrated with paper, right? Doesn’t seem appropriate… instead how about my first lame blog post Surviving Motherhood:100 ways you know you are a mom.

I am not sure what I expected, if anything. After all, I rarely follow through with anything. Addison can certainly attest to that… I think I was mostly hoping for something bigger to do with my spare time along with somewhere to deflect my rants away from the children and a very exhausted hubby or, better yet, hoping to give you all a glimpse into my chaotic life as a stay-at-home mom. With a load of encouragement from friends, children patiently waiting to be fed or bathed and support from the hubby, I was able to commit to this little blog.

In the past year we have celebrated birth stories, birthday celebrations, baby’s firsts, anniversaries, hilarious toddler conversations and moments; you have read about my struggles with motherhood, bad mommy confessions, my biggest fears, terrifying moments and the life changing ones, along with a shit load of rants. All from the comfort of home.

You have made me realize, there really is nothing bigger than what I am already doing; loving my husband, loving my children, finding a creative outlet to keep me sane so I can do it all over again tomorrow. This has been an amazing year and I thank you all so much for taking the journey with me and helping me to find that there is a place in this enormous bloggyverse for even me. I have truly cherished this experience.
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Toddler Talk Thursday

It’s no surprise kids’ say the funniest things, and what comes out of the mouth’s of toddlers is often hysterical and sometimes downright pee your pants funny! When what they say isn’t humorous, their words can melt your heart. To help make sure I never forget these little toddler quips and because they make me smile, I have decided to share them in a weekly post called “Toddler Talk Thursday.”

Addison: "Mommy will you go get Mr. Pickle Pants?"

Mommy: "You mean Mr. Prickle Pants."

Addison: "No his name is Mr. Pickle Pants!"

Mommy: "No pumpkin, it is Prickle Pants."

Addison: "Call him Mr. Pickle Pants! That's his name!"

Mommy: "Why do you think his name is Mr. Pickle Pants?"

Addison: "Because he has a Pickle in his pants."

And there it is...

But really his name is Mr. Prickle Pants

not so sure that is any better.
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Day 128 of pictures
Bubbles... always fun!

The day that keeps on giving

This is very rare… two posts in one day. I am typically lucky if I fit one in.

Wondering what could possibly be so important that it warrants two posts in a day?

Well, it all began last night...

10:45pm: I am exhausted and fed up enough I shut the kiddos TV off. (yes, I am the mom who lets her kids fall asleep with the TV on. Go ahead judge me. I do.)

Around 11:00pm: (the last I looked at the clock) the hubby and I feel asleep lying on the nursery floor. Probably long before the kiddos because just before I shut off the TV, they were showing no signs of going to sleep.

12:00am: I wake up, body aching from sleeping on the nursery floor, mumble a couple of swears words under my breath as I try to pry my fat ass off the floor. I wake the hubby doing so. Jackson is soundly sleeping. Addison stirring. We creep out of the room so not to make any noise.

1:15am: finally we lay down in bed.

2:30am: Addison wakes crying. Take her potty and settle her in between the hubby and me.

4:00am: Jackson wakes crying. Change his diaper and settle him in between the hubby, Addison, me and a dog or two.

5:30am: Hubby’s alarm goes off.

6:00am: wake to the hubby getting ready for work- he is late and being excessively noisey.

6:15am: wake to the hubby loudly shouting “No! Jackson!”

6:30am: force my ass out of bed.

The day greeted me with exhaustion. Poured my first of many cups of coffee and turned my "off duty" sign to “on”.

Looking forward to naptime- which for Jackson thankfully came early today- I put both the kids in bed and settled down in their room waiting for them to fall asleep. Jackson did with in minutes. Addison, never did. She woke Jackson within an hour and started dozing herself. My thought: she sure as hell not taking a nap if I can’t; especially after waking her brother so soon. I woke her and decided we would take the dogs for their walk than have lunch.

Made lunch, Jackson devoured two bowls of pasta. Addison took two bites and with that said ”I am not eating, I am not hungry.” Not in the mood to play games, I told her she was sitting at the table until her lunch was finished. She did just that… well, until she fell asleep, at 5pm.

I figured I would leave her and wake her for dinner. A few short minutes later I hear “I am not hungry mommy. I am not eating. I am mad at you!” She picked up exactly where she left off.

I told her to go potty. While doing so I started the potatoes for dinner. When a few minutes passed and I did not hear her call for me, I decided to check. She was peeing with the toilet lid down and Jackson standing on the lid behind her. I stood there briefly, in amazement, turned around and walked out to laugh… which is a good thing because laughing kept me from completely loosing it. (I have come to understand what it really means)

I went back into the bathroom; asked what the hell she was doing. “Oh, I so sorry mommy. I don’t know.” Clearly half asleep and no way to get her to stop midstream, I place towels around to catch the rest off the run off. When she finished, I throw her in the shower and run out to grab something to clean the pee from around, behind, along side, the lid and between the seat of the toilet. Upon returning this time, I find Jackson in the shower, completely dressed, with her.

I dry them, put Jackson in a dry diaper and tell Addison to put on new unddies. Deposit the kids on the living room floor, and get back to making dinner.

Just then I hear a sound. A sound I recognized immediately. Run out to the living room to find Jackson pulling out our very extensive DVD collection.

As I am cleaning up yet another mess and hoping dinner is not completely burnt, the hubby walks through the door. At this point I am a very cranky mom… I turn to him “the next time you decide to wash the blender/ food processor blade, could you be so kind not to leave the blade facing up, so that I may avoid another prick.”

Oh and I woke up with a huge zit on my chin. La-dee-fucking-da!