Sunday, January 31, 2010

Girl's Night!

I started the weekend off right. With a girl's night! Girl's night in that is. I had some of my closest friends (including my sister!) over to relax and hang out. We'd planned on watching a movie, but never really got around to that.

There was food, wine, champagne, and girl talk. It was absolutely fabulous! Even better we all not only got to hang out but we also got to do it in the comfort of sweats!

We even had a few party crashers.


Aren't they cute!? From left to right. Courtney's son, Malachi. Kait's daughter, Lucy. And my nephew (oh, and I guess he's also my sister's son!), Mason!

Fun was had by all of us! At least I hope so! :)

Staying in is not something that we do often when we get together and I'm thinking that we will definitely start doing it more. It's much more relaxing. And umm hello free! Plus you don't have to worry that the waiter is getting sick of you taking up a table in his section.

The last of my friends left sometime after midnight and I rolled myself off to bed. Easy-peasy.

One of the best parts? The clean up. I think this might have been one of the easiest get togethers I've ever hosted. My dishwasher really was the only one left with any of the work. As it did have to clean the dishes. All I had to do was move them from the table to the dishwasher!

The biggest mess of the night happened after everyone left. When in my exhaustion and desperation to get Preston back to bed I gave him a pop-tart in bed sometime in the middle of the night. Let's just say both me and Preston woke up Saturday morning covered in cherry pop-tarts.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Holding My Tongue

And it was a good thing I did. Hold my tongue that is.

My husband rearranged our playroom the other day. Without talking to me. This was a big deal to me when I walked by the next morning and noticed that things were different. A pick up the phone and ask him what the heck he was doing moving things around without talking to me about it first kind of thing. Only I didn't. I bit my tongue and held the words in. And waited. And that is hard for me to do. It's even almost unheard of for me to do.

Here's the thing. With the exception of this whole working during my sister's maternity leave thing, I am a stay at home Mom. Meaning that I look at our house as my office. My place of business. Taking care of our home is part of my job. Which means that I make most of the decisions within the walls of our house. To an extent of course. And mostly meaning where things go and dealing with the cleaning and the organizing. So for Brad to rearrange my office, if you will, was a little bit of a shock to me. I mean I wouldn't climb into his work van and rearrange it. Or tell him how to do his job. And that was how I took him moving the couch in the playroom.

I know...WOW! Your probably thinking, "Whoa there Kim, you're a little crazy. How does moving a couch have anything to do with Brad telling you how to do your job." And you are not completely wrong. Which is what I realized. That I was way overreacting. That I needed to calm down a second.

Which is why when Brad got home from work that day, I very grown up like asked him why he'd moved the couch in the playroom. And let me tell you it's a good thing I didn't freak out since ummm well he had a reason. And a good one at that. Apparently when he's been downstairs playing with Preston in the playroom Preston has been climbing from the couch up onto the ledge and then into the windows. The only problem is that while Preston could use the couch to climb up onto the ledge there was nothing for him to fall on once he was on the ledge and in the windows, as it was a bit of a reach for him to even use the couch to get onto the ledge anyways. Just open air. And toys to catch him when he falls. However now that Brad moved the couch there is a couch for Preston to safely fall into. At least it's much safer than nothing to fall on.

It's a good thing I held my tongue. Especially since Brad did have Preston's best interests in mind. And it's not like he was attacking my skills as a homemaker. Oh yes, it is a very good thing I held my tongue...this time.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Midnight Juice

We're dealing with a little bit of a juice addiction around these parts. Preston's juice addiction to be exact. That boy would drink juice and only juice all day every day if we let him. For a while we were really going a little crazy on the juice but lately I have been putting my foot down and trying to cut back. In my defense, Preston doesn't like milk so he drinks orange juice to get his calcium. That's also just an excuse for his excessive juice intake. Not that we're judging here. Right? This is a safe place.

And it is a good thing we aren't judging, because I have a story for you.

Preston woke up the other night at 2:30 in the morning. And by wake-up I do mean that he was completely out of it, but his eyes were open. Before he even opened his eyes he mumbled the word juice, which woke me up. I was prepared and when he opened his eyes and asked for juice I handed him his sippy cup full of water. He took one sip and acted liked I'd tried to poison him.

"Juuuuuiiiiiiiice!"

Again I handed him his water. It was very clearly not what he wanted.

Eventually he got sick of dealing with his obviously unhelpful Mommy and climbed out of bed heading for the kitchen. He wanted juice not water. He must have been thinking, "What does Mommy not understand about JUUUUIIIICE!?". Preston was going to just take care of this on his own.

I dragged myself out of bed after him. He'd already opened the fridge and pulled his juice container out. Sticking to my guns, I put it back and told Preston that he could have water not juice. We did this about three times. This is much more exciting at 2:30 in the morning than it sounds. Trust me.

Eventually Preston got sick of this game. And by sick of this game, I mean he was furious. A half asleep and furious two year old is not a pretty picture. Preston grabbed his juice from the fridge, slammed the fridge closed, and headed for the bedroom. Of course once again I followed. When I informed him along the way that he could not have juice he became enraged. By the time we reached the bedroom he yelled, "JUUUIIIICE!" one last time and then tossed the jug onto the bed.

Fortunately for Preston the juice didn't open, because I was already reaching my breaking point. I grabbed the juice took it back to the fridge, with Preston close on my heels crying out for his juice. I put it back to the fridge and informed Preston that if he pulled it out of the fridge one more time I was pouring it all down the sink.

Guess what? He pulled it out again. Apparently trying to reason with a two year old in the middle of the night doesn't work. Who knew?! I was not about to waste that juice and actually pour it down the sink. Hello budget, I'm not trying to teach you a lesson too. So I stuck the container in the sink picked up Preston and carried him back to bed.

He ran hysterically all the way back to the kitchen calling for his juice the whole way. Good times.

I, of course, had to follow him. He was standing at the sink looking like a big ole ball of snot crying and begging for his juice. I gave up and handed him the container and told him he could hold it but he could not have any.

Somehow content, he headed back to the bedroom. Once he reached the bed, he set the juice on my nightstand, and climbed up on the bed. He then switched his pillow and my pillow so that he was on the outside of the bed. I watched in amusement as he grabbed his container of juice and cuddled up with it in bed. He then insisted that I put his blankie on both of them. Minutes later he was asleep. With his juice.

I then did what any blogger would do, I grabbed my camera and took a picture.


Plus I had to have proof of the whole thing the next morning, as somehow Brad slept through all of this. Some people get all the luck.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

One Reason I Love My Husband

Not only did he make brownies with Preston the other night.

But he also got me and Preston each a spoon to lick the batter off of.

The best part?


He left me the edges...my very favorite part!

Monday, January 25, 2010

Swim Lessons And Pure Romance

I'm not such a great blogger on Sunday nights. I really want to give you all the update on how we spent our weekend, but this whole work thing is getting in the way! I put work off all weekend and somehow Sunday night I have to choose between the blog and the work. I know, how horrible of me to choose the work. I'm going to have to work on prioritizing. Or at least work on my procrastination tendencies.

That said, here's how we spent our weekend.

Saturday morning started with swim lessons. Again. Preston was so excited. I'm thinking we might have to continue with swim lessons when this session ends. He loves it. He gets so excited before, enjoys it during, and wants to go back after. I'm going to have to drag someone with me next weekend, if Brad is working again, so that we can get some pictures of Preston at swim lessons.

The only problem? The swimsuit issue...for me. I refuse to buy a one piece just to wear for swim lessons. Yet I am seriously uncomfortable being the only person at my swim lesson and all the ones around me in a bikini. UGH! I'm so uncomfortable with it that when we arrived and climbed in the pool when one of the lifeguards called me over to talk to him, I thought for sure he was going to tell me that bikinis are not allowed during swim lessons. He didn't. I was early, I know I can't believe it either...early, and you have to wait outside the pool for your lesson to begin. But that's how much I feel like it is forbidden to wear a two piece to swim lessons. I'm going to get over this! I have to get over this. Anyone want to sign up for swim lessons with me and wear a bikini too? :)

Brad had to work Saturday so we headed over to my parent's house after swim lessons. Our furnace has been acting up lately and it was having an off day, so I didn't feel like spending the afternoon at home waiting for Brad and freezing to death. Instead Preston and I went to lunch with my parents and siblings and then to Best Buy. Just as we were leaving Brad called to say he was almost home! And by the time we got home to see him the house was already heating back up. Go Brad!

Saturday night was full of fun.

Starting with setting the alarm off at work. I borrowed my Dad's key and pass code to the office so that I could pick up some of the work that I needed that didn't get on Friday. As I was leaving his house he attempted to go over how to shut the alarm off with me. I brushed him off informing him that, "I'm not stupid, it's just an alarm." Guess what? I set the alarm off. Then I had to call my Dad to tell him and ask for help. Guess who remembered my last words and threw them back in my face? That's right my Dad. That was fantastic.

From setting that alarm off at work, me and Nicole (who I'd picked up along the way) headed to a Pure Romance party that a member of my mommy group was hosting. It was so fun! We drank, we laughed, we bought...stuff. Hee-Hee! I did take pictures but I'm going to play nice this time and keep them to myself. This one's for you Kelly!

Sunday was lazy. Brad and Preston didn't even get dressed. And I only did to run to the store for tortillas for tacos. Only to find out when I got home that we didn't have taco seasoning. Looks like I got dressed for nothing! I then spent the rest of the night working.

Two more months and counting until life gets back to normal around here.

Say What Preston?!

I was just going through the drafts folder in my blog and came across these. I'd been writing down the things that Preston had been saying and then I'd completely forgotten all about them. They go back as pretty far, some of them over a year, and some of them really are just too hilarious not to share! Or remember!

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(Talking to me from the kitchen) "Mommy don't look at me when I'm carrying the bag with green chips. Okay Mommy? Don't look at me when I'm carrying the bag of green chips. If you look at me while I'm carrying the bag of green chips I will not love you. The rules are don't look at me while I'm carrying the bag of green chips. Okay Mommy? I'm going to climb up and grab the bag of green chips, don't look at me or I'll be mad at you. Don't look while I'm carrying the bag of green chips to the playroom. Okay you can look now Mommy." (As he's walking into the play room.)

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"March Your Butt Mommy."

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"Daddy...no talk to Mommy."

He was irritated that we were talking while he was trying to watch a show.

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"Mama get the mail."

Reminding me to get the mail one day when we turned onto our street.

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It started out at..."Holy Shit." It turned into..."Holy Shoot." And finally it became..."Oh big apple."

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Me: "Is your belly full?"

Preston: "Yes."

Me: "Did you eat all your food?"

Preston: "Yes...I grow!"

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"Aprise!"

He went through a phase where everything was a surprise. Only he couldn't say surprise! It was so freaking adorable!

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"I fart. (Giggles) I fart two times."

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"Mama, don't talk to me like that."

I can't imagine where he learned that phrase! Ha!

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"I fart three times at lunch!"

This was so hilarious because he said it to me at bedtime. Several hours after lunch time!

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"Stop talking in the car! STOP!"

Heaven forbid that me and my sister try to have a conversation in the car when Preston has something to say!

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"One last juice."

Then after he drinks that last juice...

"One more last juice."

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Yo Gabba Gabba: "Hi Friends!"

Preston: "I not your friend.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Just Another Thursday

I have to start this off my letting you all know that my son fell asleep last night at 5:30pm. Oh yes, you read that right. 5:30!

I thought it was just a late nap and was cursing my husband for letting him fall asleep while I started dinner. But as the hours ticked by, I started to wonder if he was actually down for the night. When I went to bed at 11pm he woke up and asked for something to drink, I thought that was it he's going to wake up now. And then he fell back asleep after I got him his sippy. Miracle! He did finally wake up around 6am this morning only to lay back down content with his sippy refilled. He finally woke up for the day at 7:30am. Holy crap he must have been tired. FOURTEEN HOURS of sleep later he was feeling very refreshed.

We ran a couple of errands, including both Walmart and Target. Preston was pretty thrilled that we went to both the fishy store and the icee store. Score for him! While we were out my friend Kait called and invited us to come check out her new place. I was so excited! Not only were we already out, but we had some free time too which I seem to be lacking lately.

We had a blast hanging out with Kait and her kids and checking out their new place. Preston napped on the way there, another miracle! He woke up there and was full of energy. Racing all over the place. We were all having a great time until Preston went and bit Molly. And I'm not talking about a little bite. There were serious bite marks on poor Molly's hand. I'd reached my limit with Preston so we headed out. I wish I could blame the way he acted on lack of sleep, but there is no way he was lacking sleep after the fourteen hours he got last night. No way. I have no words for all of this fabulous behavior that Preston has had going on lately. I just want to hide somewhere...preferably with good snacks. I'm taking the advice of you my fabulous blog readers and blaming in on his age. And desperately trying to convince myself that Preston isn't the only naughty child out there. This will pass...it has too!

I opted to continue on with our plans for the day, in spite of Preston's naughty biting. We were meeting Nicole and Boone at the park and enjoy some of the warm weather. It was just what I needed. I think it was just what Preston needed too.


The chance to breathe in the fresh air. To enjoy the sunshine. For Preston to race around all over the park being the completely free two year old boy that he needs to be sometimes.

Fun was had by all of us. And when it got to cold to stay at the park, we headed up to McDonalds to enjoy the indoor play area.

Preston played completely nice at the park, which was a complete relief to me. No pushing. No shoving. There were temper tantrums when we left the park and McDonalds, but I'm going to go ahead and give him those. He just wasn't ready to leave yet.

And now I am enjoying some Grey's Anatomy and Chocolate Decadence pie...today was a good day.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Worst Playdate EVER

Are you looking for the recipe for the worst playdate ever? Well, it is a good thing you stopped by here. It just so happens that I have it. Shall we get started?

Start with a child at roughly two years of age. Give him a late nap the night before. By late I mean that he wakes up at 8:45pm. You know around the time that you would typically start bedtime. From there you will have to anticipate that he will be up late. However as you didn't nap, you will fall asleep at midnight with him sitting next to you in bed. Proceed to wake up at 2am, that's TWO'O'CLOCK in the morning for those of you who weren't paying attention, and find your two year old still up and playing on your cell phone. No biggie. Of course at this point you will take the phone away and insist that he go to sleep.

Plan on your already late sleeping child, sleeping pretty late. Decide to just let him. He needs his sleep and you can just hang out with friends.

Change of plans. Your two year old wakes up at 9am. After just seven hours of sleep. This is earlier than he wakes up most mornings when he goes to bed on time. You'll probably get a little bit of a bad feeling about the playdate at this point, but you will decide to go ahead anyways. What's the worst that could happen?

You really shouldn't have asked yourself that question. Let me go ahead and paint you a little picture of your playdate to come. There will be hitting. There will even be kicking. Toys will be thrown. Tantrums be happen. Sharing will not. Timeouts will be plentiful. Like half the playdate will be spent in timeouts. And this is just your child.

It will be horrible. Trust me, I know. Luckily for you, your friends will understand and act like it really wasn't as bad as it was. And it was BAD!

Later you will wonder how a child who looks this adorable and innocent...


Could behave so horribly. Fortunately you will love him in spite of it. Most of the time.

Monday, January 18, 2010

One Weekend Down...A Million More to go

We had a fairly quiet weekend. At least that's how I feel until I start to think about what we did this weekend. Then it just doesn't seem quite so quiet.

We started the weekend off with a bang. I invited my friend Nicole, her boyfriend, and their son over for dinner, drinks, and games. We had a great time. I had a little too much too drink. We all had way too much fun. At least I hope we all had fun, I know I did! Definitely going to start doing game nights with friends more often. I had never played Apples to Apples before and I can't believe what I was missing out on!

Preston started swim lessons Saturday morning. We were late. Shocker, I know! I don't think I'm ever on time for anything, my friends will definitely vouch for me on that one. Preston was exhausted and I wanted to let him sleep as long as possible. Finally at 10:30, I woke him up and quickly fed and dressed him. Swim lessons started at 11am. Good thing we live close!

Preston loved it. After he got over his confusion as to why we were leaving to go swimming, he kept thinking that I meant we were heading out to the backyard to do some swimming in our pool. Not so much, it's still cold outside. I explained that we were going to go swimming in the big pool, aka the YMCA.

Preston was a little unsure at first but he got over it and started to have fun. I didn't dunk him. I hate that part of swim lessons. He comes up furious and it ruins the rest of the class for both of us. What can I say he takes things personal, and I can't blame him since he gets that from me.

He's the only boy in his class and I'm the only Mom that showed up in a bikini. Is it strange that I actually felt really awkward about that? Like I was inappropriately dressed for swim lessons. Showing off a little too much of the goodies to the kiddies. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about the next class. Hopefully I'll just get over it since I don't even own a one piece and can't remember the last time I did.

Preston and me spent the rest of the afternoon at my parent's house, avoiding Brad. Why was I avoiding my husband and home, you ask? Brad was working on the garage door and I really didn't want to help. Oops, I probably shouldn't have admitted that.

So I avoided home. And Brad. And the whole garage door experience. Good news? I didn't have to help. Bad news? Brad has officially broken the garage door and we now HAVE to call someone out to fix it. Especially since his car is trapped inside. Good thing his company gave him a van for getting to and from work a couple months ago.

Sunday we headed over to my MIL's house. Preston was thrilled to see that her boyfriend was there this time. I'm not sure if I mentioned it, but last time we stopped by Preston walked in, looked around, and asked, "Where's Dave? (Pause. With more looking) He down there? (points to basement)". It was hilarious. We hung out and she fed us. Tacos, yum! We also talked about our upcoming vacations and some changes that are going to be happening that mean we will not be going on the vacation we've been planning. It's a long story and I'll share it all with you soon.

Home again. Where I had to start the work that I'd been putting off all weekend. Nothing like a little procrastination to end the weekend.

In non-weekend related news, but exciting news nonetheless, Courtney had her baby! I'm so excited! I went over and met him tonight and he's perfect. And their delivery story, well that's just amazing. Courtney did a home birth and her mid-wife didn't arrive in time. Sooooo Courtney's husband Josh delivered their son in their bathtub, while their eighteen month old, Zeke, watched Blue's Clues in the living room. Not too shabby of a story huh?

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

The Big Cousin

My baby is suddenly not the baby anymore. Preston is the big boy. Mason is now the baby. Fortunately Preston doesn't seem to have any issue being the big boy. He also doesn't seem to have any issue sharing Daddy, Grandpa, Grandma, Auntie Jessie, Uncle Kyle, etc with Baby Mason. Mommy on the other hand, well she's not up for grabs.

That's right Preston has a serious issue sharing me with my new nephew. And I do in fact mean serious. The kind of serious where I'm really not getting to hold Mason all that much.

If I am holding Mason, Preston goes through a variety of emotions.

He might attempt to climb on my lap while Mason is already there. Or he has opted to lay next to me and refuse to sit still. Both of these options leave me holding Mason with one arm and trying to keep Preston from getting too close to his little cousin. These also result in my Mom offering to take Mason and my sister getting this look of fear on her face while she watches her nephew get just a little bit too close to her new baby, all the while she's trying to bite her tongue because I am her sister and Preston is her favorite nephew. Meaning that I end up handing Mason off and accepting my cuddles from Preston, who doesn't seem to care all that much about what I'm up to now that I'm not holding Mason anymore.

Preston's response isn't just physical. He will also tell me where Mason needs to go. For instance he has told me several times, "Mommy give Baby Mason back Aunt Jessie" or "Mama give Baby Mason back Nee-Maw". He's very vocal about everywhere Mason should be other than my arms. And very bossy.

Don't get me wrong, Preston is interested in his baby cousin. As interested as a two year old can be. He did insist that we allow him to hold Mr Mason. With a little help from me my sister was willing to give Preston a chance to cuddle his new cousin.

First he had to prepare...


Then it was time for the big moment...


How cute are they?!

The icing on the cake? After Preston had his turn holding Baby Mason he announced, "Mommy's turn!". And I was allowed to hold and cuddle Mason as much as I wanted for the rest of the day. How about that!

It was short lived though. By our next visit Preston was back to his old ways and very much so unwilling to share his Mommy. Can't say I mind too much. I get some cuddles with my baby and my new nephew when I can sneak them in! Although it's really looking like it's a good thing that Preston is still an only child and that we plan to keep it that way for a few more years!

Monday, January 11, 2010

Halt The Presses!

You all are not going to believe what happened in our house on Sunday. It's so unbelievable. So exciting! I just have to tell you.

Preston spent the entire day diaper-less. As in all day. From when he woke up to when he went to sleep. All day. ALL FREAKING DAY! And you want to hear the best part. Because it gets better. Preston not only spent all day diaper-less, he also didn't have a single accident. NOT ONE!

Even more exciting? Preston not only went pee-pee in the potty all day, but he did it all by himself. With no prompting or reminding from me or Brad. We just went about a normal lazy Sunday at home, only with Preston diaper-less! You know just in case you forgot...Preston was diaper-less ALL DAY with NO accidents. Whew, just wanted to clear that up.

It seemed that no matter what he was doing, he knew when he had to go potty and that he needed to do that in the bathroom on his potty. Playing with his cars? Got that feeling? Race to the bathroom. Snuggling with Daddy and watching cartoons? Gots to go? Race to the potty. Eating dinner? Have to go now? Off to the bathroom we go!

It was fabulous. Even more so because not only was he going pee-pee in the potty all day, but he was doing it all by himself. Which leads me and Brad to believe that we are much closer to being fully potty trained than we thought.

Now we're trying to come up with a plan. How to move forward with this potty thing. Preston does great at home when we allow him to run around with no diaper and no pants. We obviously can't take him out in public like that. So we need some ideas. I'm starting to lean away from pull ups again because I think they are just too similar to diapers and if Preston is in a diaper he will use it. But if we go to big boy under-roos how many accidents is it going to take to get this down? I'll need to pack extras of everything all the time. Or not leave the house, which isn't going to happen with me working and us just generally needing to get out. So many things to figure out.

But one thing is for sure...PRESTON IS READY!


PS. My Mom told me this morning that when Preston woke up at her house, he woke up DRY! And went pee-pee in the potty! He wakes up dry a few times a month but lately it is becoming more frequent! Maybe this potty training thing won't be so bad!?

Sunday, January 10, 2010

My Little Monkey

We've been in busy in Casa De Preston the last couple of weeks. Curious? Oh good!


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On Christmas Eve we spent some time racing around getting the house ready and wrapping presents. Since we were home and I was being lazy I decided to just let Preston race around diaper-less. It was just easier to throw a long sleeve shirt and a big pair of socks on him and let him go about the rest of his day. Preston does pretty good with going pee-pee in the potty when he's naked, so we ran with it. While he was playing in the kitchen with Brad, all of a sudden he grabbed himself and began repeating, "No pee-pee floor. Pee-pee in the potty!" All the while racing for the bathroom. It was huge, progress wise. The first time that he has really shown that he knows before he has to go potty. And even more than that, he realized that he had to head for the bathroom even while he was playing and having fun.


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This realization means that I'm going to bite the bullet and buy Preston some pull-ups. We're going to get serious on the potty training front. Very serious. I'm hoping to actually get to the point where we no longer have to buy diapers or pull-ups soon. The idea of not changing diapers is both terrifying and exhilarating!


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You may remember from the photos that I shared of Preston's bedroom with you that we have Preston's name hanging on his wall. When I posted a friend told me that her daughter learned to spell her name because every time they went into her room they read the letters together. We've been working on doing just that since that post. We don't do it every time, but when we do we go over those letters and touch each one as we say what it is. The other day while we were all playing in there I was talking to Brad when I realized that Preston was quietly talking to himself. I shushed Brad and we both listened. He was reading off the letters on the wall, thus spelling out his name! My baby knows the letters that spell his name! Granted he did call the "n" at the end an "h". But when I asked him what it was the second time he knew it was an "n". We were so excited. Preston was pretty thrilled with all the gloating too.


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Preston will probably kill me for sharing this when he's older, but I just have to tell you all. We had our first penis injury the other day. Preston had just woken up and I'd pulled his diaper off and asked him if he wanted to take his jammies off and get dressed, to which he informed me "No! Jammies on!" So I left him diaper-less and zipped him back up. Remembering to be careful of his man parts, as they were flying commando.

When it was time to get dressed, I forgot to be so careful. I think I just assumed that because it hangs down I didn't have to worry about zipping it up. I'm sure you see where this is going. I barely BARELY snagged it. But it was horrible. The moment Preston screamed was the same moment I realized what I'd just done while unzipping his jammies. He cried. I wanted to cry. Poor Preston called out, "Penis HURTS!" Which now that everything is fine seems so hilarious. There wasn't even a mark on him it all happened so quickly.
Poor kid did harbor a grudge towards me right afterwards though. Can't say I blame him. When I wanted to look to see if I'd lopped the whole thing off, heaven forbid, he told me to put his diaper on and leave him alone. In order to get him to let me put neosporin on his man parts I had to tell him his penis wanted some ice cream and he was still furious that I wouldn't just put his diaper on him. I don't know why I felt like neosporin would help, he wasn't bleeding, I didn't actually cut him. Maybe because after his circumcision that's what they had me put on it to help with the healing? Fortunately he now seems to have no memory of the whole thing. Other than that his penis wanted some ice cream, announcing that in public could be awkward!Unfortunately I do and Preston will never wear a zip up jammie without a diaper again!

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I can't believe he's already two and a half...well almost he's still got a few days. Where or where did the time go?!


Thursday, January 7, 2010

Domestic Goddess?!

That's right, I'm being called names. Domestic goddess what? Truly authentic Mom who? Me! I've been tagged, not just once but twice. By two fantastic Moms, so it must be true.

To prove that I am a Truly Authentic Mom, I have to share five things. Five things that show just how much I've earned this title. I'll have you know this was no easy task. I've been trying to come up with my five things for almost two weeks!

Here goes...

1. I am obsessed with dressing Preston. This is no joke. I'm a regular at my very favorite children's store, The Children's Place, and have almost no self control from the moment I enter. Preston has more clothing than I do. And not just put together. I'm talking each and every size that he wears. His closet is literally bursting at the seems all the time. When I start to feel like it may be getting out of hand, I just starting buying the next size up. Ooops!

2. For every milestone that Preston acheives I get so excited that I tell everyone! I call my Mom, my Dad, my sister, post it on twitter, tell my friends on Facebook, and announce it on the blog. Everyone has to know just how amazing my little man is!

3. I always give Preston the last fruitsnack, the final bite of cake, the last piece of chocolate...well almost always. There's that very small 1% of times that I just have to make sure it was safe. You know? I'm just looking out for all parties involved. Completely selfless when it comes to treats, that's me.

4. I insisted that Preston's bedroom had to be finished before he was born. Very forcefully insisted. I was hormonal, it wasn't my fault! The walls painted, the border up, the decorations purchased and displayed, the crib and dressers put in their places, his clothes hanging. Everything had to be ready for my new baby. EVERYTHING! The kicker? In all of his two and a half years, Preston has never slept in his bedroom. Not once. But it's ready and waiting for him.

5. I don't think that Preston could be anymore perfect! I really wouldn't change a single thing about him. Not a single solitary thing. There are times when I think that maybe I was too young when I got pregnant, to unprepared, that maybe we should have waited. But everytime I think that I realize that if we'd waited I would probably not have the child that I have now. Even if God chose to give me this exact child, I would be a different person making me a different parent which in turn would make Preston a different child. Everytime I come to that conclusion I realize that I would do it all over again the exact same way just to guarantee that I got Preston exactly the way that he is, perfect!

There you have it. My Domestic Goddess status in print. Proof that I am a Truly Authentic Mom. Now it's my turn to tag five people. Force five of you to prove what makes you a Truly Authentic Mom.

1. Courtney
2. Jolene
3. Holly
4. Kait
5. Amber

Good luck ladies! I can't wait to read what makes you Truly Authentic Moms!

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Best Buddies

My Mom got a puppy for Christmas. A small puppy. It's a Shih-Tzu mix. So cute! And Preston sized. Meaning that Preston thinks that Bennie is partially his.


Now they're best buddies. Preston races around the house and Bennie follows! It's so adorable to watch. Makes me want to race out and buy Preston a puppy. If only he didn't have that pesky allergy. Preston's allergic to dog saliva. Or at least that's our best guess. Every time a dog licks him he gets all red and then in rare cases breaks out in hives where he's been licked. He's entirely fine playing with dogs as long as they keep their saliva to themselves.


Looks like for now, we'll just have to enjoy Grandma's Christmas present. Not that Preston really seems to mind.

Monday, January 4, 2010

A Bit Of Luck

I am so excited! So excited!

We got a phone call from Best Buy a few days ago. About my laptop. You know, the one that we've had problem after problem with. And not little problems, big problems. Thus far we'd replaced the hard-drive once and the motherboard twice. Thank God we'd bought the warranty and it didn't cost us anything out of pocket.

Anyways back on topic, Best Buy called. Called to give us the good news. My laptop was junking out! Meaning they were going to be sending me home with a new one. Just in time too. My warranty was about to expire, in February. Which meant that we would have had to pay for any repairs after February. Repairs that were bound to happen based on the laptop's history.

I was so excited! When Brad called to tell me that Best Buy said they were going to replace it I couldn't get home fast enough. We grabbed our paperwork and headed to Best Buy. To get me a new laptop! Or more accurately a netbook. I've had my eye on them for a couple of months and my desire to get one only intensified after talking with my friend Courtney about how she wanted one too, and got even worse when Courtney ended up getting one for her birthday last week. My little green monster definitely reared it's head!

The Best Buy employee told us when we got down there that the way a junk out works is that they find a comparable model with your laptop on the floor and give you that dollar amount on a gift card. Well the comparable model was $400 less than what we paid for my laptop three years ago. But it was better than nothing, so we were happy.

That is until the employee had some trouble getting the transaction to go through. He told Brad to hang on and went to talk to someone in the back. Came back out and slid our gift card once more. Then told Brad that for some reason the system was refusing to give him anything but a full refund. A FULL REFUND for a laptop that was three years old and broken!

I was overjoyed to say the least. With our store credit I was able to get exactly what I wanted at no out of pocket cost to us. A very fabulous red Gateway netbook with a two year full coverage warranty. Even better than that? We left with a $300 in store credit too!

It was a great day to say the least!

Best Buy, you've really turned our relationship around with this one! I think it's safe to say we may stay together for years to come.

For now, I'm just happy to have a new computer and not have to share with my husband. He's not so great at that sharing thing. But I love him anyways!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Back To Work

That's right. Back to work. This is the major change for our family. And it is a major change. I have been a stay at home parent with Preston since he was born. A month before he was born even, since that's when I started my maternity leave. So for us me going back to work is a huge change. One that we are now dealing with.

As I've mentioned before (a few times, I'm sure!), my sister was having a baby. Well now has had that baby. You know my nephew! Oh yeah, he's my sister's son too. In having a baby she has now entered maternity leave. That fabulous three month period where she gets paid to stay home and cuddle her new baby. Ahhh, bliss!

That maternity leave means that my sister's work position is suddenly available. I'm sure that I haven't mentioned it before but when I went on maternity leave and then later quit, my sister is who I trained to be my replacement. Nothing like an employee who finds a replacement for herself and then fills her position when she quits, without being asked to do so. It only seems fitting that with my sister on maternity leave I step up to help out.

Granted her position and responsibilities are different now. I had to be taught and trained to do it all, and I have been. We started about two weeks before her due date. A day here, a night there. Plus there are the step by step directions that my sister left me. I am set.

Even better is how part time this is. I'm given the opportunity for the next three months to make some extra money. Extra money that can go in savings, cover unexpected expenses, and help pay for our upcoming vacation. But even better to me is that I know that this will only last for the next three months. It's not permanent. I won't have to worry about leaving work hanging when I'm done. I know that in three months I will be back at home with Preston full time, which is where I want to be.

But that's not all. It gets even better. I'm really only working two days a week. Mondays and Tuesdays. On Friday my Dad brings my work home with him (did I mention it's a family business?) and I accomplish about one-third of my work from the comforts of my own home. Making it even less time that I'm away from Preston.

That's the hardest part of this whole thing. Preston. I've always been home. Never missed a thing. I've fully enjoyed the luxury that is being a stay at home Mom. And never once stopped to regret my decision to be a stay at home parent. It's hard to leave him. Really hard. Even though it's only for a few hours and he's staying with my Mom. Yes, he just hangs out with Grandma while I'm at work. If my Mom hadn't been able to watch him, I wouldn't have even considered going back to work. I still hate leaving him. I hate knowing that I'm going to miss things. Being that he's now two and a half, I'm not missing huge events but still I'm missing a couple hours of Preston's day two days a week.

I've also noticed that it's harder to leave him when he's awake. My Mondays start early so he's still sleeping when I drop him off. Knowing that he's passed out and I really won't miss much while he's sleeping makes Monday drop offs much easier. Tuesdays I drop him off a little later and it's close enough to his usual wake-up time that he just wakes up for the day. I had a really hard time leaving him Tuesday morning. A really hard time.

The whole drive there I had to remind myself of the reasons that I'm doing this. That the economy is crap and the extra money, even the chance to earn extra money, is too good to turn down. That it's really only for three months. I can handle three months. It gives Preston a chance to really hang out with my Mom. My Mom will be watching Mason when Jessie goes back to work, so things will be a little different when we visit Grandma during the week. I think that this Grandma and Preston time will be good for both of them. Finally, that my sister deserves a real maternity leave. She takes on much of the responsibility at work and I think that if I hadn't stepped up to fill part of her position she would be receiving daily phone calls from the office with questions. What kind of a maternity leave would that be?

So for now, I am working. Kind of. It's so part time that it almost seems silly to call it work. A big change for our family. One that really gives me a whole new respect for all you working Moms out there.

Before I take off to get some sleep, I do have work tomorrow you know, I have to tell you what my fabulous husband did for me after my first day of work. I came home exhausted. That first day was longer than it will normally be because I was still kind of figuring things out. I was dreading that my house was trashed and I'd need to start cleaning up. Until I walked inside. Coming home to the sounds of a dishwasher running was pure heaven. My husband had unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher and picked up the living room. The two things at the top of my cleaning up to do list. I knew there was a reason I married that man!