Monday, April 28

Noah, how old are you?

We're driving down the road a few months ago and Noah sees a big brick building and asks what it is. I tell him, "It's a retirement home. That's where the old people live."

He says, "Oh! That's where daddy lives."

Too funny - where did he learn that? I didn't tell him that and the fact that he associates Dave as "old". Too much!!

About 2 weeks ago, Noah wanted me to ask him how old he was:

"Noah, how old are you?"

"Um, I'm 2 1/2."

"Noah, how old is mommy?"

"Um, she's 30."

"Noah, how old is daddy?"

"Um, he's old."

Again, where on earth did he come up with that answer. He knows I'm 30 because one day he asked me how old I was so I told him. Where did he get the answer that Dave is old? He's so smart that I'm guessing he overheard someone giving Dave a hard time about his age and "being old" so Noah now thinks Dave is "old".

Friday, April 25

Round And Round

Noah hasn't been sleeping well lately which means he's extremely sensitive and in trouble alot. Mom is in town this week and I've been wanting fettuccine so me, mom and the kids go to Olive Garden for lunch. Noah won't listen or sit still in his seat. And the following conversation begins:

ME: "Noah, sit on your butt!! You and I are going to go round and round today if you don't start listening."

NOAH: "Round and round?"

ME: "Yes, Noah, round and round."

A very excited and bright eyed NOAH: "Okay."

ME: "Okay? You want to go round and round with me?"

Again, excited and bright eyed NOAH: "Yes!! Come on grama. Let's go round and round."

GRAMA: "Round and round?"

Excited NOAH: "Yea!! Come on - grama, mommy, Noah and Natalie. We'll go round and round!! Come on - let's go!!"

Just forget it... Not quite what I was going for :)

Today is mom's last day in town. Noah has eaten 2 Eggo waffles and drank 6 ounces of milk before we meet up with mom and Kate for lunch and shopping. Noah eats 2 small quesadillas from Chipotle. He has eaten all this over the course of 4 hours. As we're walking out of the mall, Noah says, "I'm hungry! I gotta eat!"

Mom asks, "Hungry!? We just ate. Doesn't your mom ever feed you?"

In a very dramatic fashion, he replies, "No!" followed by a heavy sigh.

Natalie is sick. I took her to the doctor this afternoon. She's had a runny nose and cough for almost a week. At first we thought it was just teething. After a few days, we thought - not teething, allergies. A few days later and we start to think maybe she's sick. We're headed into the weekend - why wait? I'm concerned about her breathing when she coughs so I drag the kids to the doctor for a VERY last minute appt. I call at 3:20 and the receptionist says, "Can you be here by 345?"

I may be a liar but I'm not stupid. If I say no, she'll tell me to come in tomorrow morning. Yeah right - I live 20 minutes away, I'm not in the car and the kids are asleep upstairs. "Yes, of course I'll be there in 25 minutes. It'll be close but I'll be there."

We were only 7 minutes late. I think they sort of expected me to be late because the nurse hasn't even pulled Natalie's chart.

After a mad dash down to the dr, she says Natalie's lungs sound good and clean.

Oh, okay, thanks, I guess. Not really what I was looking for given the effort it took to get here but alright. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad it's only a cold but come on - I made it here with such valiant effort, give me something.

Then, I hear it - "Natalie has an ear infection in her right ear. Make sure she gets lots of dairy during the antibiotic. It's been known to cause diarrhea in kids." GREAT - I'm cleaning up mucus filled vomit from all the drainage she has and now I get to deal with diarrhea, too. Thanks! YIPPY!!

Well at least it's something. I'm actually quite surprised - I didn't see that one coming. I showed up thinking bronchitis and I hear "ear infection".

Well, at least I didn't waste my $20 co-pay on nothing. Since Natalie has shown me no signs of an ear infection, I suppose it's better this way. At least I know she's manageable during an ear infection.

Everybody wins - the dr gets her $20 off me, I hear Natalie really does have something wrong with her (even though it's not what I expected), and Natalie gets an antibiotic for her ears. Noah has done so good sitting quietly that I've told him I'll stop at Kroger to buy him a balloon. See - everybody wins!!

Side note: I forgot the balloon but Noah forgot about it, too. He was too concerned about the car wash being broken when we went to get the car cleaned. He actually started to cry because we couldn't go into the car wash. I told him that we try again tomorrow. I'm hoping he forgets that part, too. :-/

As we leave the house to go shopping, Noah asks where we are going. I tell him we're going to pick up grama from Kate's and then we're going to the mall to get him some Crocs. He asks if we're going to the Santa Mall.

"Yes, Noah. We're going to the Santa Mall but Santa isn't at the mall anymore. He's at his house at the North Pole."

"Oh - Santa fixed my bike."

"That's right. Santa made you a bike and brought it to you."

"Yeah - Santa fixed my bike from Wal-Mart."

Shoot - think, think, think - Noah remembers riding his bike around Wal-Mart so we could figure out what size to buy him. Shoot - think, think, think - that was the beginning of December and we left Wal-Mart without it. I can't believe he remembers that!!

"No, Santa made your bike at his house."

Conversation ends - he has moved onto something else before anything else comes up about his bike from Wal-Mart that Santa bought for him.

I think I'm screwed on him forgetting about the car wash and the balloon. I guess I'm going to get my car cleaned tomorrow and buy a "big white balloon".

Wednesday, April 16

My Birthday Morning

I have been very sleep deprived for days. I'm so exhausted I can barely keep my open. They burn when I blink and they are so dry that I can actually hear myself blink. When Dave came home from work yesterday, I break down in tears about how tired I am. He says he'll take the kids and I can sleep - uninterrupted - all night. Great!!! I head to bed at 7. I toss and turn for a while, read my book and then eventually fall asleep. Even though I didn't get to sleep early, it was nice for my body to just rest and relax. I feel much better!

Dave came in this morning at 8 to wake me so he could go to work. He's working a half day and has arranged for Kate to babysit the kids around 230. I have no idea what we're doing and I don't really care - a break from the kids... how exciting!!

I consider taking the kids to the mall to play in the play area but after they eat and I shower, it's almost 11. Natalie takes her nap at noon so a trip to the mall is out. I have to go to the store to get food for Natalie so Kate doesn't have to worry about scrounging something Natalie can eat.

Noah wants to push a "kid size" cart and normally, when Natalie is with us, he isn't allowed. She's too heavy to hold for that long and deal with helping Noah not run into anything or anyone. But today is a special day - it's my birthday and so I let Noah push the cart. It's only baby food and 1/2-n-1/2. How long can that take? Two aisles and then we're done. Oh, if life could really be that easy.

He usually does very good at pushing the cart for the most part. Not today - I'm lugging around a 28lb baby and he decides he doesn't want to push the cart, he wants to hold onto the cart and bounce on one foot. Two aisles are like worlds apart at this rate and Natalie is starting to feel like she weighs 128lbs. My arm is about to give out and I tell Noah he can't hop, he has to walk. That works for about 10 steps. He then decides to let me pull the front of the cart while he hangs onto the handle with his arms draped over and drags his feet. Now, Natalie weights 228lbs and I'm dragging a cart with a 2 1/2 yr old using the cart as a tow truck. Oh My Gosh!!!!!

It never fails, there's always 1 or 2 stray carts in the store that I can grab, put her in the front, toss the groceries and Noah in the back and be on my way - Not today!!! There isn't an unused cart in sight. Oh My Gosh!!!!

I decided to speed up the process by doing the self checkout. All is well except that half way through checking out 5 jars of baby food and a carton of 1/2-n-1/2, Noah decides the self check out is a jungle gym and starts climbing. Oh My Gosh!!! Then, my phone rings. In the fumble of dealing with my trip to Kroger, I can't see the caller ID. I'm waiting for a call from Dave so I answer it. It's not Dave, it's Stacy. I tell her I can't talk and she asks why. Oh My Gosh!!!! After a brief summary of my trip to Kroger, I tell her again that I'll have to call her back. I finish checking out.

I'm hungry and decide to go home for leftover chicken and rice. I have to cook the rice though and it takes 30 minutes. After my trip to Kroger, I decide that's too long to wait for rice so I decide a Big Mac would be good.

I head to McDonalds - BIG MISTAKE!!!

I pull up to the drive thru line at 1124. I know it was 1124 because I called Stacy back when I pulled in. There is 5 cars in front of me. The first car finishes ordering and pulls forward. I see them pull out the other side of the drive thru a few minutes later. They got their food and drove off before the next car was asked for their order. At this rate, it'll take forever. I could have had rice made by now... The next car orders, pulls through and I see them leave before the next car orders. Now, I'm third in line. It's been 10 minutes. If I didn't want a Big Mac I'd go somewhere else but seeing as I can only get a Big Mac at McDonalds, I decide to tough it out. BIG MISTAKE!!!

The car at the speaker orders and pulls forward, right away, the car in front of me orders, then me - a big mac meal and a cheeseburger happy meal with apples instead of fries. It seems McDonalds finally got their act together and isn't dealing with one car a time anymore. Good - Now that I've ordered, it shouldn't be too long. WRONG!!!

By the time I get around to the pay window, it's been 14 minutes from the time I pulled into the drive thru line to the time I paid. Jeez...all that time but now, all I have to do is pull forward for my food.

I get to the food window and I wait, and wait, and wait some more.

I can see the girl filling drinks and waiting for my food to be handed to her. As she's filling cups, I'm amazed that she can fill that many and remember which drink goes with which order. I guess the cups aren't filling all the way so she starts to fill them with one of the other drinks. I'm surprised that can remember what she put in each cup seeing as they are all the same color - diet, regular, dr pepper - all brown.

She leans out and asks what I ordered for food. Um - okay - I repeat my order to her and she hands me Noah's apple juice. After waiting another minute or two she hands me his happy meal. I'm still waiting for my big mac meal.

While waiting, Dave calls. I'm so fuming pissed off by now - it's been 20 minutes, 10 to order and 10 waiting for my food. I tell Dave that I can't talk and start telling him, loudly enough for the girl in the window to hear, that I've waited 20 minutes for food at the drive thru. He asks if I can just pull away. Nope, I've already paid.

She finally hands me my food and tells me not to yell at her. I said, "Twenty minutes for food. It's called FAST FOOD for a reason." I start to pull away and realize I didn't get my drink. I yell at her, again, "I've waited 20 minutes for my food and I didn't even get my drink."

She asks, "What did you order?"

"Dr. Pepper"

She hands me a Dr Pepper and I leave.

I'm so fighting mad by now that I can't stand it. Oh My Gosh!!! It's my birthday, can't I just have a normal day.

You have to understand my luck with McDonalds drive thru. About once every few months, I get into a fight with the people working the window. Once over them accusing me of stealing 10 cents (Yes, 10 cents. I was pregnant and a little sensitive.) and another time because I asked for ketchup and the girl working the window wouldn't give it to me. She swore up and down that she put it in the bag. I searched the bag, again, and it wasn't in there. I think I even emptied the bag to prove there was no ketchup. When she finally gave me some ketchup - one packet... Whatever!!! So, today, is apparently my drive thru incident and now I'm good for a few months.

Dave has me breathe and my blood pressure starts to drop. Joyce calls and I talk to her on the way home. I get the kids out of the car, go inside and pulled the food out to eat. My Big Mac looks like it's been sitting under the warmer for a while. I didn't order anything cooked a special way so I don't know what the problem was. I pull out my fries - they are burnt, cold and soggy. Oh My Gosh!!!

Noah is enjoying his cheeseburger and apples. He's playing with his toys while he eats. He looks like he's straight out of a McD's commercial. Once he's finished with his cheeseburger, I tell him to finish his apples. He picks up an apple and said, "A chicken." I said, "No silly, that's not a chicken. It's an apple." He holds it up higher and sure enough, he's eaten bits and pieces off the apple slice and now it looks like a chicken

I eat my meal and then go to take a drink of my Dr Pepper. I didn't get a straw with my drink but who knows how long that would have taken so I pull a straw out of the draw. I take a drink - what - no ice and it's not Dr Pepper. It tastes a little like Dr Pepper and a little like Diet Coke... GROSS!!!! Apparently she wasn't that good with the drinks after all. Oh My Gosh!!! I get a cup of ice and poor myself some Diet Coke from the fridge.

I feed Natalie who has taken a liking to chewing on the table. Yes, chewing on the table. I keep telling her to stop and pull her away from the table but she is always reaching as far forward as she can get trying to chew on the table. Today is no exception.

I feed her some ravioli and try to give her a drink. She doesn't want it and is getting mad. She acts like she wants it but when I put it in her mouth, she freaks out. I give her some Gas X. Maybe chewing on the table gave her a belly ache. I try taking her upstairs to lay her down and she wants nothing to do with that. I can tell by how she's crying that she wants her drink. I try again and again she's pissed off mad and won't drink it. Maybe she's not tired. I take her back downstairs. She's super fussy and is rubbing her eyes. I try the drink again and she won't take it but she's mad and acts like she wants it. Oh My Gosh!!! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY - CUT ME SOME SLACK HERE PEOPLE!!!

Fine - I change the sippy cup to a bottle (which she doesn't really use unless it's bed time - even for naps, she gets a sippy cup). That does the trick. She chugs it down and I lay her down in her bed. She's mad about laying down but she's stopped crying and is asleep before I make it back to the kitchen.

All of this happened before 1230. I hope my afternoon birthday is A LOT better.

Please tell me - my 30s can only get better from here - right?

Monday, April 14

I'm an idiot...

There is a local website for moms that you can search for local playgroups, discount coupons, general message boards with info and ideas about raising kids. I don't get on it very often but I decided to look at it this morning to see if there's anything going on today that Noah would enjoy.

I see a message board posting that someone is giving away 2 tickets to Sesame St Live. They will post something sometime between 9 and 10 and the first 5 responses to the post will win tickets. It's not something that I'd bother buying tickets to but if I can win free tickets, I'll take Noah. I know he'll enjoy it because of Elmo.

I stick him in from of the TV a few minutes before 9 and put Natalie is her high chair with a handful of puffs. I've logged into the site so I can reply as soon as it's posted and wait - refreshing the page every few seconds to see if the post has been written. I do this for a little over an hour. Noah has watched 3 sets of cartoons and I feel bad but I know he'll really enjoy the Sesame St thing.

Finally at 5 after 10, I'm aggravated. If you say you're going to post between 9 and 10 to give something away - follow through and post between 9 and 10. Five after 10, I refresh one last time and am ready to post a nasty-gram to the lady when I realize that give away post will be between 9 and 10 tonight.

I'm such an idiot!!!

Saturday, April 12

No Boys Allowed / No Girls Allowed

Stacy, Kate, Stephanie and I get together for girl's night once a week. It's our opportunity to hang out - no kids, no guys. Just us girls - goof off, drink and talk about whatever we want. No parental advisory needed because there's no kids and no editing for male gender presence. We usually end up at Chili's but there are sometimes when we end up going over to Kate's. Because her and Ben are roommates, sometimes Ben is there for girl's night. He tends to hide out away from us. He's learned :) When we go over there, Dave asks, "How come I can't do girl's night? Ben gets to."

This past Thursday, Dave was out of town for work. We decided that since I couldn't leave the house because of the kids, we would do girl's night at my house. Just as girl's night was getting into the full swing of things and the kids were in bed, Dave got home. He finally got to experience girl's night. We all sat on the back deck, drank a few beers and talked - girl's night talk.

The next day, I asked Dave, "What did you think of girl's night?"

He replied, "It's definitely for girls."

No boys allowed!!
Noah and Dave make tents and forts using the couch or various pieces of furniture. Once it's all done and they are hanging out inside, Dave tells Noah, "No girls allowed!"

I say, "Noah, can I come in?"

He's finally learned, over time, to say, "No - no girls allowed!"

We went to park on Tuesday and there is a little area where you can crawl under the slide and hang out in a "semi-cave like" area. Noah crawled in and was hanging out with the other kids that were already in there. Suddenly I see Noah look across at the other kids in the cave and say, "No girls allowed!" When they didn't leave, he said it again. I told him to be nice and he leans out to tell me, "No girls allowed!" I explained to him that the girls were allowed to play in there and if he couldn't be nice, we'd have to leave.

He hopped out of the cave and ran off to play somewhere else - without girls.

No girls allowed!!

Sunday, April 6

Bed Time

We had everybody over last night. Everybody got here about 7. Natalie went to bed right after everybody got here. Noah and Ben played tag and hide & go seek. Ben decided to make a fort with the ottoman and the couch and Noah was in heaven playing with Ben in the fort.

Around 830 Dave asks, "Noah, are you ready to go to bed?"

"No, I have to finish playing with Uncle Ben."

Tuesday, April 1

I'll be a firetruck

So it's been a whole month since I last posted. Things have been busy but thinking back on it all, I can't really figure out what it is that has kept me so busy other than being a mom of 2.

A few weeks ago, I was in the kitchen cooking dinner and Noah was rolling one of his ambulance Matchbox cars around the kitchen table making a siren noise. After a few minutes, the noise really starts to grate on me so I said, "Hey Noah, don't be an ambulance right now." He replies, "I'll be a fire truck." I heard Dave chuckling from the office. Noah's too smart for me!! :)

I remember clearly that it was a Thursday when I said, "Noah, you need a bath." He replies, "No (in a very sing song tone), Wednesday." Again, he's too smart for me! I laugh and said, "Wednesday is a whole week away. We should take a bath today." He says, again, "No, Wednesday." I decide that he's too cute and way too smart for me to try to outsmart. I'll try again later :)

Natalie is pulling herself to a standing position using various objects at her level. She likes to hang onto my fingers to stand up but she hasn't quite figured out the forward motion of her feet to take a step. She's learning and you can really see the wheels turning as she concentrates to figure it all out.

We are in California this week. Natalie was in the floor playing with one of the toys that Noah wanted. He bent down, took it from her said, "That's mine. You have to share." and walked away with toy in hand. We'll have to work on that "sharing" thing.

We've started a reward system with Noah. He gets a sticker for things like: laying still for a diaper, getting a diaper when we say without argument, using manners at the table, sharing and being nice to Natalie, doing things when we ask instead of arguing or trying to negotiate (yes, negotiate and he's only 2 - watch out world). After 8 stickers he gets a Matchbox car. It seems to be working and he gets really excited at the idea of a sticker. Sometimes he'll come up to me at random parts of the day and ask if he can have one. No - we need to earn the sticker. We're preparing him for warmer weather and potty training. Everyone says potty training is easier in warmer weather. I'll let you know if that's really true. In case you ever wondered: Matchbox cars seem to roll better than Hot Wheels :)

Noah colored eggs for the first time a few weeks ago. I forgot to take pictures. He really liked it and was cleaner than I thought he would be. One of the moms from one of our playgroups decided to be brave enough to let four 2 year old color eggs at her house. She was VERY brave!!!

The Easter Bunny came to the house for Easter and left a coloring book, a video and Starbucks cup "like daddy's" for Noah and a noise toy for Natalie. It was cold and looked like rain so there were no eggs to hunt. Maybe next year.

Stacy told Noah that a police man "drives a hoopty like daddy". A few days later Dave and Noah were heading to swim lessons when they passed a car on the side of the highway that had been pulled over. Noah saw the lights of the police car and said, "Police man drives a hoopty like daddy." Oh Noah - so funny!!