Sometimes being in a relationship and having a child makes you feel as though you have two children instead of one.My husband makes me feel this way often,and believe me there are too many stories to tell and too little blog space so I'll just tell you about the most resent.My husband is a fishing fanatic to the point of our home was purchased mainly because it has a lake in the back woods only five minutes away on foot.The other night he decided it would be an excellent idea to take our canoe up into the woods and leave it there.Well the next day once he was able to maul it around in his mind a little realized it might not be the great idea he thought it would be and decided to go up and get it with his four wheeler.Now my daughter is a Daddies girl all the way and proceeded to lay the pout down until her father picked her up and took her with him(driving slow of course)I however had some things to finish up in the house and stayed behind.Five minutes later I hear the bike coming back,so I look out and see my husband but no two year old.At this I start to panic until I can hear both of my foolish loved ones laughing there fool heads off.The two year old had sat in the canoe all the way back from the lake yup!Looney!!
Both of them!I wish I had of gotten the camcorder out cause after I was done kicking their bums I would have sent it in to America's funniest home video's.Anyway folk's despite all that she's so worth it!!(And he is too I suppose:)
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Being a parent's a tough gig.some days I want to crawl in a hole and hide,then you have those days that just sort of fall into place and you couldn't think of anywhere else you'd rather be,and then there are those days that even though they didn't go as smooth as you would have liked the day just felt good cause your kid is just too damn cute for their own good.They are perceptive little buggers too as I will be explaining in about two seconds first let me give you a little background for this conversation...My daughter LOOOOOOOOVES puppies.Toy puppies,stuffed puppies,real puppies,all puppies plain and simple all puppies.So the other day my husband and I where trying to get the backyard cleaned up and ready for good weather YEAH SPRING!!! and our two year old is being a regular hoodlum as usual cause ya know it comes with the two year old job description ,when my husband started talking about an old dog house that the previous owner of our property had left behind.Now this a humongous dog house and it takes up almost a whole five feet in one corner of the backyard so we decided to give it away.Well meantime the hoodlum decided that now was as good a time as any to show the world just how strong her vocal cords could be and how fast she could sprint toward the road.My husband being the quickest of the two of us sprints after her and comes back making a off comment about the fact that if she'd behave maybe she'd be able to have a dog.Our next two hours proceeded surprisingly well and we managed to finish in time to enjoy some supper outside on the back deck.Again everything was going way too smooth so I commented to my husband that our daughter might not be feeling well ,that she was very quiet and being very well behaved when making her face as serious as she could get it she looked at her father and I and said "Want puppy."Priceless and a good reminder that no matter what she's so worth it!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sweetheart I think we need to find you some friends
Somedays I think I have this parenting gig down pat,then I get thrown a curve ball of massive proportions that brings me back to reality,and that reality is Lady you don't have two sweet clues as to what goes on in the mind of a two year old so don't even play!!!!This weeks curve ball was the introduction to my child's obsession with her mucous.Now upon seeing a rather large booger on the tip of her finger I being the super mom that I am dun da da dun,leaped into action to remove the dastardly goobie.Once I had done this and sat back down feeling rather proud of todays superhero act and thinking I was going to be bombarded with my reward of hugs and kisses soon realized that my daughter who was not giving expected hugs and kisses was actually quite aggrieved.Actually that is an understatment she bawled her eyes out for almost two hours which was when I soon figured out that while the basic population of planet earth find boogies offensive my child has formed a significant bond with hers.Needless to say there is going to be alot of tears in my household for the next little while till she moves on to a new object or body function (please God don't let it be another body function) and while I set out on my quest to rid my daughter of her mucous obsession remember no matter what she is so worth it.
Friday, April 17, 2009
I thought I said get down but maybe I speak french
Who ever created the english language should have made cookies the meaning for everything because my daughter,who by the way has a very extensive vocabulary for a two year old herself,seems to only hear this all day..Blah blahblah blah blaaaaaaaaaahhhhh blah COOKIES.Now it may seem like an odd longing to have a language made up of only one word but my theory is that the cavemen got along just fine on nothing but the word uugg,you would just have to use a little imagination.For example NO could be said with a little finger flaying and an english accent,bedtime could have a stutter added to it and GET DOWN NOW could be sang and danced,maybe a little jazz number.Oh well maybe tommorrow I'll wake up and have a child how miraculously listens to me,yeah right huh,but all that said remember folks She's so worth it!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Poop.milk and a little bobble headed dog
I'm always interested to see what kind of shananagans my new day is gonna bring today however could probably have been skipped I think and heres why...
It started off as a typical morning, I woke up to the usual Mommy!Mommy up up (insert flaying hands and feet with the uncany accuracy of a UFC fighter) I poop Mommy I poop!So we make the mad dash for the potty cause even though the deed is done as a mother I still have to shove that We poop in the potty message in there real good.Now this folks is where my day starts to go down hill,I warn you now this part is not for the faint of heart,because somewhere between my bedroom and the living room my daughter decided that she did not want the now drying fecal matter to be seperated from her buttox.What insued can only be described as a war zone of poo.There was fececs on my couch,my coffee table and somehow it even managed to find it's way onto the television.Now I don't know about you but a livingroom full of poop is not my ideal morning.Somehow I overcome and won my war with poo and moved on to what we in our house call mao down,you may call it breakfast,this is a wonderful little time where there is quiet and peace in the world.Mao down was proceeding typical as uaual so being the deranged lunatic that I am I figured it would be a good time to start laundry.When I returned to the kitchen my TV remote was being used as a life raft for two play-doh aliens and a little bobble headed dog that somehow follows my daughter everywhere.What you may ask did they need the life raft for ,my darling child had created her very own milk ocean and was evacuating all the residents of cereal land onto my remote.The next part of my day usually comes with a weather warning attached to it,If it's nice out we are in backyard heaven if it's not then boy are you in TROUBLE.Now honestly this part of the day went pretty smooth,but for all those moms out there that had craptacular weather we bow our heads for a moment of silence............................................ hopfully the ache in your tempels has resided and we move on.ON to supper and bath time both of which our little bobble headed friend had to par take cause god forbid we don't feed him and make sure he has proper hygeine,but soon I was smack dab in the middle of a half hour tantrum about weither it should sleep in bed with her or in the toy box,till I finally agreed that bobbley would sleep with me and her father so ended that argument,at least until she wakes up and realizes that he actually slept upside down on the dresser.Oh well that will be tommorrows great adventure and until then remember She's so worth it!!
It started off as a typical morning, I woke up to the usual Mommy!Mommy up up (insert flaying hands and feet with the uncany accuracy of a UFC fighter) I poop Mommy I poop!So we make the mad dash for the potty cause even though the deed is done as a mother I still have to shove that We poop in the potty message in there real good.Now this folks is where my day starts to go down hill,I warn you now this part is not for the faint of heart,because somewhere between my bedroom and the living room my daughter decided that she did not want the now drying fecal matter to be seperated from her buttox.What insued can only be described as a war zone of poo.There was fececs on my couch,my coffee table and somehow it even managed to find it's way onto the television.Now I don't know about you but a livingroom full of poop is not my ideal morning.Somehow I overcome and won my war with poo and moved on to what we in our house call mao down,you may call it breakfast,this is a wonderful little time where there is quiet and peace in the world.Mao down was proceeding typical as uaual so being the deranged lunatic that I am I figured it would be a good time to start laundry.When I returned to the kitchen my TV remote was being used as a life raft for two play-doh aliens and a little bobble headed dog that somehow follows my daughter everywhere.What you may ask did they need the life raft for ,my darling child had created her very own milk ocean and was evacuating all the residents of cereal land onto my remote.The next part of my day usually comes with a weather warning attached to it,If it's nice out we are in backyard heaven if it's not then boy are you in TROUBLE.Now honestly this part of the day went pretty smooth,but for all those moms out there that had craptacular weather we bow our heads for a moment of silence............................................ hopfully the ache in your tempels has resided and we move on.ON to supper and bath time both of which our little bobble headed friend had to par take cause god forbid we don't feed him and make sure he has proper hygeine,but soon I was smack dab in the middle of a half hour tantrum about weither it should sleep in bed with her or in the toy box,till I finally agreed that bobbley would sleep with me and her father so ended that argument,at least until she wakes up and realizes that he actually slept upside down on the dresser.Oh well that will be tommorrows great adventure and until then remember She's so worth it!!
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