Oh, he’s such a two-year-old!

January 27, 2010 at 9:31 pm (Junior)

There are days when Junior is the sweetest, happiest, most perfect kid in the world.  Then there are days like today.  Today, I wonder if he’s that beautiful baby I gave birth to or if he was switched out with some sort of evil twin.  Aside from the fact that he decided to grace me with a tirade of  “mommy, mommy, mommy, up, up, mommy, mommy…” earlier than usual toady, we started the day in a generally good mood.  We caught the end of Sesame Street (which is just called Elmo in his world) and Curious George while I fueled up on some coffee.

I poured him a bowl of cereal for breakfast.  Denied.  Total no-go.  He ate a couple of bites and announced that he was “all done!”  He sprinted to the kitchen counter and pointed out a banana and asked for help.  He signs “help” very well, which is a good thing, because if he wasn’t signing it, I would have no idea what “hupa” meant (of course sometimes it also means please in Junior-ese).  So being the strong willed, never-takes-no-for-an-answer, because-I-said-so mom that I am, I gave him a banana for breakfast.  Hey, it could have been worse.  It’s not like there wasn’t sugar in that cereal anyway.  I opened the fridge for whatever reason and he saw it.  The snack that can’t be resisted.  I’m sure to him, that glass jar was glowing with an aura that would have made a movie producer proud.  I think I even heard angels singing.  “HUPA!”  Seriously?  A pickle for breakfast?  Whatever.  Yeah, my kid had a banana and a pickle for breakfast.  He survived.  That was a battle I was willing to let go.  There were others to come.

The rest of the morning was filled with whining, pouting and grumpiness; and it wasn’t all from me.  Out of nowhere today, he’s decided he’s obsessed with every button he can find (and he was pushing mine all morning!).  The TV, the DVD player, the computer, the video games.  Argh… and thank goodness I have slipcovers on my couches.  As much as I love his artwork, Red Crayon on Tan Slipcover isn’t one of my favorites.  He refused to sit on the potty today.  He did, however, sit on the floor naked, next to the potty for about 10 minutes.

He’s napping now.  Cross you fingers for me that when I’m called to get him up the good twin is back.


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Good times with potty training

January 26, 2010 at 8:15 pm (Junior)

If you have kids, you get this… If not, I’m sorry.  I give you permission to fine me one cookie for every cute toilet word I use.

Junior is only two (25 months to be exact!), so I know we’re on the early side, but since he’s been showing interest in the potty, we’re giving it a go.  I swear this kid is messing with me.  In that little toddler mind of his, he has a plan.  I’m sure of it.  I know he can do it.  For two days, almost every potty activity was a success.  Then he was over it.  For the last week, I’ve had to sweet talk him in to putting his little buns on the cold plastic potty.  When he finally caves, he pees right away.

Today, he sat and peed quickly.  Just a tiny bit, but we danced around like fools anyway and JR was grinning ear to ear.  After the mommy-duties of cleaning the foul excrement catching bowl (oh, how I loathe that job!), I drop it back in it’s place.  He plops his sweet cheeks back down and does it again.  The potty dance and cleanup cycle begins again, maybe just a touch less joyfully this time.  Then, he does it again!  That’s awesome Kid; I’m thrilled, but next time, how about all in one shot, huh?

Don’t get me wrong, every cleaning of that potty is one step closer to being rid of diapers.  I dream of that day.  But, clearly, the kid knows what he’s doing.  He’s totally messing with me.  He can control it.  I’m not sure if he just likes seeing me do that awesome “Pee-pee in the Potty” dance or if it’s the lovely look on my face while I clean out the bowl, but I’m thinking he’s trying to keep this going as long as he can.  I guess he could just be excited about the new form of praise.  Or he could be an evil genius toddler with devious plans for controlling the world’s every move and he’s just starting with his dear,sweet mother.

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Money makes the world go ’round…

January 26, 2010 at 4:29 am (Random rantings)

Money makes the world go around
The world go around
The world go around
Money makes the world go around
It makes the world go ’round.

A mark, a yen, a buck, or a pound
A buck or a pound
A buck or a pound
Is all that makes the world go around,
That clinking clanking sound
Can make the world go ’round.

Lately, I’ve had the lyrics of  “Money” from Cabaret stuck in my head.  Maybe it’s because I don’t have any.  It’s days like these that I feel so pathetic.  With what Hubs was making on unemployment and my income, we’re not that poor on paper and his paychecks from his new job won’t be any better.  But then you take away rent, car payment, student loan, credit card payments and there’s nearly nothing left.  We’ve been lucky enough to scrape by; nothing has had to be paid on credit cards or anything, but it sure would be nice to have two dimes to rub together at the end of the week.  We cut off cable, don’t go out to eat, cut back our cell phone plan and it hasn’t seemed to help a bit.

The pathetic part comes in here: I really need to go bra shopping and I can’t.  I have one of those lovely bra sizes that you can’t find in 99% of stores and I’m not exaggerating.  I have found 2 brick-and-mortar stores that carry my size.  The last time I bought regular bras was 3 years ago and spent $85 a piece on three. I have two left.  One of them stabs me in the right armpit every time I wear it; the other is ripping down the front.  I’ve done what I can sewing them back together, but it’s quickly becoming a lost cause.  When they finally concede the fight, my 34I’s are not going to look cute hanging down to my waist while I search couch cushions for enough change to buy new ones.  For one year of that time I was wearing nursing bras that didn’t fit well when they were new.  Maybe bra burning will come into fashion again…

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Who am I?

January 25, 2010 at 7:52 pm (Random rantings)

I’m guessing you already know me.  I doubt I’m interesting enough to warrant a public search, but humor me.  I’d like to think there’s something outstanding about me that’s interesting to people who don’t share my DNA.

I’m a 25 year old mom who’s a little paranoid about putting too much of my life and my son’s on the web, so I’ll be using some nicknames.  I’m Mom (I know, super creative, right?), my husband is Hubs and our two year old son is Junior or just JR.

My son is my number one priority.  Outside of that, I’m a cook, a wife, a daughter and a bit of a nerd.  I’ve been working as a cook for about 6 years now after a transition from a customer service supervisor.  Hubs just got a new job working for a lumber company after being laid off by the last one he worked for 16 months ago.  Junior is a walking, talking tornado.  And he’s pretty damn cute.  Not that I’m biased.

I’m not sure what this blog is all about really.  It’ll probably be a lot of things: a place to brag about the cutest kid ever, a place to vent about the most irritating kid ever, a place to rant, a place to think “out loud”, and a place to get outside my own head.

Feel free to leave feedback, ask questions, anything…  Enjoy!

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