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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

EASTER

Lost....kinda bored...I need to find another hobby.  I am done with school.  2.5 years of getting my masters.  Had my second son, bought a house and made a huge job change all in those 2.5 years.  I am not sure what to do with my time.  I know what I want to do...but actually doing it is another story.  I am much more productive when I am busy.  I am much more lazy when I am not busy.  Thinking about taking some photography classes.  Oh and being a better Mommy.  On my agenda...for the next 6 months because after 6 months I am sitting down to study for my CPA.  WHAT??? Am I NUTS?

Easter was nice...although I am upset I didn't take more pictures.  It was a little stressful getting ready for Easter.  We had a butt load of family coming in which I love.  However...my sticky floors and finger printed walls don't love the company...but they will survive.  I decided to host Easter..with finals due, 15 page paper due and working a full time.  I kept telling myself that "they" will understand if it isn't perfect.  I mean for peats (is that how you spell peats?) sake I have young clingy destructive kids.  One 4 year old in particular that keeps telling me "none of your business Mommy" and he has decided to copy every word I say.  Thank you for that Dora the Explorer episode that taught him that.  I even had my cleaning folks come out on Friday to clean.  Am I a failure for not being able to get it all done without help? 

Funny story from Easter...I bought my niece a princess chocolate bunny for her basket.  I found the wrapper to that choclate bunny behind a chair in the living room.  All I could picture was that tiny little butt of hers hiding behind that chair eating her chocolate bunny.  haha...so cute. 

Some pictures...because I am not in the creative writing mood.  I need inspiration

So whenever I grab the camera...Mr Mason Man runs up and clings to my legs wanting me to pick him up.  I have a ton of these same pictures...you will see them often.  I am now addicted.


Dyeing eggs....so they look like crap.  I have not mastered the art of dyeing eggs.  It says to add 2 tablespoons of vinegar.  so do I add water too?  I mean how can we die eggs with just 2 tablespoons of vinegar.  I look at every one's pictures and then mine and laugh.  My eggs look dinky.  Next year...oh next year.

  



And this kid....entertainment to watch.  Just sit back and watch him.  Jump up every so often to chase after him but still entertainment. 

Snatchin the neighbor's flowers...sorry Jenny

Gogurt all over his shirt..haha

Pointing at all the ants.









Look at his hair..blowin in the wind.  haha



I think I am going to start working in the yard.  These pictures remind me how bad I need to pull those weeds and grow some grass.  My defense...it's been raining cats and dogs.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

slumper dumper

6 or 7 days of nasty rainy cloudy weather can really put you in a slumper dumper.  It is sunny today and I am feeling fantabulous.  Thank God...cause if it was cloudy one more day you might find me walking around in circles talking to myself.  I hate the rain.  Aidan told me the other day hate is a bad word.  That kid is so smart.  Hate is a bad word.  So is fart, poop and pee according to him.  No more saying hate, fart, poop or pee around my 4 year old. 

I may go in hiding for 2 weeks.  I have a 10 page paper due in 24 hours, 2 pages of a group project due in 24 hours, a final and a 10 page CFO project on my favorite store Gap due in a week.  and then...drum roll please.....I AM DONE WITH MY MASTERS.  That's right folks...2.5 years later.....I am DONE.  Popped my second kid out in those 2.5 years.  Bought a new house and two cars in those 2.5 years.  Changed job positions in those 2.5 years. 

I was talking to this single guy at work the other day.  I mean single as in no kids.  I was telling him how crazy my mornings and weekends are with kids.  He said to me "everyone is busy".  Dude...he has NO idea and one day he will have kids and I will come back to him and say...now you understand?  It kind of pissed me off..because I always thought of myself as "more" busy than a lot of people.  Am I not?  Is everyone busy just like me but handle it much better than I do?  Do I have no excuse not to have my house perfectly clean and my hair perfectly combed.  I am confused......maybe we are all the same..just we handle it in different ways.  That doesn't give me much confidence if I can't handle stress for crap.  Eh...another ramble...another time.

Funny story of my night.  I got permission from my loving husband to post this.  I come home from the gym and sit in the car before going into the "madness" of my house.  I heard a little voice.."Mommy..Mommy" and find Aidan already outside greeting me.  First thing he says as I get out of the car "Mommy..Baby peed in the tub and Daddy said it was ok".  Yes...my 4 year old just tattled on his Daddy for letting baby pee in the tub and NOT draining the tub and refilling it so my baby boys don't bathe in pee.  I have been there.  I have wanted to ignore the pee ... but just couldn't.  Every single time that boy pees in the tub I drain the water and wipe down the tub and "RE-BATHE" my boys.  Oh husband...you do things in such a husbandly way.  All I can do is laugh. 

Countdown to the Beach (I have a countdown app on my phone so Aidan can see how many more days till the beach)....so until then we practice with his new goggles.  Aidan can now hold his nose and go underwater while opening his eyes..no fear....

More toys bought for the beach to play in the pool.  These are what Aidan calls "Torcheetos"


Monday, April 11, 2011

Sports

I was an athlete growing up.  I was good at everything I did and usually was better than 99% of everyone else.  I was good at sports..but didn't always have the resources to play.  My husband was good at sports.  Played baseball longer than he can remember.  He is good at everything he does...except cleaning bathrooms and picking up his hats around the house. 

So...you would think our kids...would be great.  I am talking the junior Olympics type great.  Yeah no...doesn't work out that way.  I know they are young...but I think you are able to tell at a young age.  Take this last weekend.  Aidan had Tball (Daddy is coach) practice.  The hour and a half practice you could find Aidan squatting...complaining his head itched..and screaming...the top of his lungs full out baby cry.  Why may you ask?  Well..Aidan wanted to throw rocks in the creek next to the Tball field.  He no longer wanted to play Tball.  Embarrassing much???  This is Aidan though.  When he did gymnastics he would love it one day and hate it the next.  Soccer...he would scream and cry when someone "took" his ball.  Try explaining to a young kid that other kids are supposed to get the ball.  I want more than anything for him to have passion for anything.  I will of course feed that passion.  I know he is young..and maybe he will learn to love a sport...but my guess is he will be more of a free spirit.  Playing drums in the garage...watching fresh beat band his entire life.  Well..maybe won't go that far.  Whatever his little heart desires...I'll support..just won't know anything about it unless it is sports.  Hey..I can learn the marching band.  I'll just need a how to book from amazon.com.  He did have fun at his opening day for Tball.  Did I mention how serious baseball is in my town.  I mean SERIOUS.  Opening day with a parade..the whole nine yards.  I missed it :( because I had to do some work and homework.  I was real upset about missing it.  I was more upset I didn't get to watch Aidan's excitement walking in a parade and getting his face painted.  There will be many more I am sure.  Aidan loved getting his face painted and spent 12 hours asking me over and over "is my tiger messed up?? is my tiger messed up?"


This little guy though....he is a busy busy busy body.  He would take Aidan's spot on the Tball team in a heartbeat.  Look at him...not even 2..and understand how to play the game. Whenever the team is off doing something..he sneaks in for a hit. 






Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Aidan oh Aidan

Looks like Aidan got a hold of my camera...few funny pics followed. 


This was a good one...good job Aidan

Ok?
Trash?

Oops...still a snowflake left over from Cmas decorations.  Good find Aidan.


And of course...face pictures to follow.  A must...taking pictures of your own face after swiping the camera.
 

Now...warning..video below is weird.  Aidan likes to make funny sounds and then play back over and over and over again.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Blogalishis

I am always rushing, unorganized, stressed...not living in the moment and I hate it.  This morning I went downstairs rushing to get to Zips in time to drop off by 9 pick up by 5.  BTW...didn't make it by 9.  I forgot to blow dry my hair.  Run back upstairs blow dry my hair run back downstairs.  Forgot my shoes.  Run back upstairs get my shoes run back down get in the car..get Aidan's grumpy morning butt in his seat and can't find my credit card.  I have to concentrate to figure out where it is..but all I hear is Aidan "Mommy I want pop tart, Mommy open my yogurt, Mommy are you picking me up from school, Mommy I don't want to go to school, Mommy is Baby going to school, Mommy..Mommy"  Finally remember where I had my credit card last.  Run back inside...dig through dirty laundry to the last pants I wore and grab my card.  Drive down the road...hit 270..realize I don't have my gym bag.  WHY???  I try so hard to stay on top of things and plan....but I always feel so behind.  I hate that feeling.  Because that feeling trickles to my kids...in my attitude toward them.  I am frustrated..so I snap at them.  Then I realize I am snapping at them and it's not their fault so then I settle down listen to what they are asking and engage in a conversation with them. 
Me:  "Aidan, why are you crying so much, Mommy doesn't like it when you cry"
Aidan:  "Well Mommy, you make me cry"

Ok...I don't "make" him cry.  This morning we left zips and we were walking down steps.  I wanted him to jumb but he was scared so I grabbed him and pretended to jumb and said weeee...well Mr. Aidan was not happy he didn't have the courage to jump so we went back over and I placed him on the TOP step and had him jump in my arms.  He was happy...UNTIL...we mad it to the curb.  I tried to get him to jump and he stood there with that grumpy look on his face.  So I grabbed him and said weeee..and picked him up.  Well...he was upset with himself that he didn't get the 'jump' off the curb and started to cry in the car.  Now...I guess I did make him cry because I didn't go back to the curb and sit there waiting for him to "jump" while cars are driving by and it is cold and I am like an hour late for work. 

Aidan and Mason have been playing a lot lately.  I hear this coming from Aidan througout the day:  "Baby what do you want?  Baby what do you want?...come here Baby"
Aidan crying about who knows what..and Mason Man hugging him. 

Aidan "posing" for the picture..?????
These pictures came from my new HTC EVO SHIFT phone.  I LOVE MY NEW PHONE.  Fantastic I tell you.  However...worried at my next bill.  Aidan has  been downloading every game he can get his finger a hold of.  From tossing trash in a trash can to smashing ants.  My phone is loaded with useless game to entertain a 4 year old for hours.  What ever happened to that $150 Nintendo DS he begged for?????  IPhone..Pods...IPads and anything that resembles one is the "new" toy for 4 year old.  Lucky kids. 

Funniest quirk about Mr. Mason Man.  He is such a little adventure boy.  Always..always...always on the go.  He gets into everything.  He will pull chairs up to the pantry and search for fruit roll ups.  He will tumble down stairs, get up..rub his head and keep on going.  He will run out in the street.  He will throw plates and watch them break.  He is my dare devil.  However......Mr. Mason is afraid of none other than the swing at the playground.  Strangest thing in the world.  He will grunt and stop breathing if I put him in...then cling to my hip for dear life if I go near one.  So strange.  the kid is frealess....except for the swing.  The other day he ate something that didn't settle with his tummy...threw up all over his crib..stood up and said "uh oh".  One time..pulled a hot plate down and hot gumbo got on his face..instead of freaking out crying he goes "hotttttttt.....hottttttttttt".  He will go head first off the couch on wood floors and stand up with a bloody nose and just kinda wine a little.  Tuff Tuff kid.  Just don't get him near the swing. 



 I love watching this kid eat.  He is so darn cute. 





Worked from home the other day with this little guy.  I felt horrible that the TV ended up being his babysitter.  This is what I walked into when I checked on him.

Aidan in his Tball uniform.  Other day at practice he cried and wanted to go home becaue he was cold...while Mason ran around try to put the ball on the T and hit with a bat.  My boys are so opposite!

 Started getting Mason interested in the potty....he sits down gets  up..takes the potty out and tries to sit down...he is now trying to use the potty with the missing center...oh my!

 Spring cleaning..ants in the house...Introduced Aidan to the vaccuum.  Smartest thing I could have ever done!

Wrapping up my last few weeks of school...FOREVER!  Soon to be Masters in Accounting and Financial Management.  what what..whoot whoot.....Party at my house when it is all said and done.  So...warning you I will be overly bloggy when I am done with school so watch out and get your reading eyes ready!

Note...spell check was not working today.  Remember I said I was an Accounting major...NOT ENGLISH folks.