Thursday, June 23, 2011

HAHA! Me = Stay at Home Mom

My post that I just made before this one was titled, "Wordless Wednesday".  LOL.  I could've swore it was a Wednesday.  Ohhhh silly stay-at-home Mom ... never knowing what day it is.  And did you know that not this weekend but next weekend is JULY 4TH!?!  Where did January-June go???  Oi.

Wordless Wednesday

I have been so busy lately.  I am now watching Cash's cousin, Mason who is also three.  Now it just seems like there's just not enough time in the day. 
But I'm back on the blog wagon.  I'll start posting again.  These crazy boys have been making me giggle lately.

Here's Christopher.  My silly little stinker ...

Sunday, June 19, 2011

He Made Up For It

Cale got up.  Apologized a million times.  He got nothing out of being that drunk.  I just hope he remembers how he feels today.
He went to church with me.  It was my priests last day (He's moving to Pittsburg).  He's been there for 24+ years.  He's the man that confirmed me.  Married Cale and I.  And baptized both of our boys.  He's prayed for my sick relatives.  He's someone you could go to for anything.  He was never too busy to talk.  He is the most amazing man I have ever met.  So that meant a lot for us to all go to church together this morning.
Anyway ... my point is.  Cale woke up when I asked him to.  He went to church with me (even though I told him I didn't care if he went or not - he knows me too well and knew that I really DID want him to come).  He cleaned up all the barf.  He let ME take a nap while he took care of the boys. 

Cale definitely made up for last night. 

And I'm begininng to realize again how wonderful of a man he is and how lucky I am to have him in our life.  He may drive me crazy.  But I know that I'm not perfect.

As we speak, Cale is watching Rainbow Brite.  One of my favorite movies as a kid ... but one of his most hated.  LoL.

Happy Father's Day Cale - so you think...

My husband and I were invited to the annual "Summer Solstice" party at our friend's house last night.  If you read my post earlier ... of course we didn't have a sitter.  So I let him go.  I'm always game for a night to my house to myself (once the boys fell asleep).  Anyway ... I woke up with the baby at 2:30 am.  No sign of my husband.  Ok, fine.  He'll be home any minute.  Fed the baby, rocked the baby, put baby back in bed.  Fell back to sleep.  Woke up at 3:20 am.  No sign of my husband.  I texted a couple of my friends from the party.  No response.  Contemplated calling the jails and local hospitals but decided to give it thirty more minutes.  That's when I heard the garage door open.  Phew.  I can finally go back to sleep in peace.  So I thought.  After hearing water in the kitchen running for what seemed like 10 minutes and a bag rustling ... I started to get out of bed to make sure it was Cale and not a burglar.  That's when I heard him turn the computer on.  It's 3:30 in the effing morning and you're going to get on the computer.  Whatever.

Five minutes later he opens the bathroom door - must've brushed his teeth, took contacts out, peed, etc.  Door slams.  Footsteps stumbling stomping down the hallway.  Bedroom door flies open and bangs into the wall behind it.  Belt buckle jingling.  Pants hit the floor.  Some banging into clutter on the floor.  A giant POOF as he plops down onto the bed.  Some heavy breathing.  And he's up again.  I know these sounds.  Sounds I didn't think I'd hear ever again.  **BLAAAAAHHHHHHRRRRRKKKFFFFFFFAHHHH**  and *SPLAT*.  That didn't sound like he made it to the toilet.  Oh well.  As long as HE cleans it up.  I have two children.  Not three.  Sink is running and running and running.  Dry heaving.  More water.  More dry heaving.  Never a toilet flush.  I have a pet peave about barfing.  Do not ... under any circumstance ... barf in one of my sinks.  It can clog the drain and it's not something a plumber would look forward to and definitely an embarassment I'd like to avoid.  Please barf on the floor before you barf in the sink is my request.  Annndd he's back.  Another stumble over clutter and another plop and poof onto the bed.  Wifey isn't happy.  More deep breaths annnnnnd he's out.  Cold.  And now I can kick him, punch him, throw debris at him, call him any name I want, and maybe even flick him in the sinus.  He's passed the eff out. 

I can't sleep.  I'm too pissed to go to sleep.  Plus he's sleeping with his mouth open and he didn't REbrush his teeth and all I can smell is stanky spew.  So I went to the couch.  But the smell of barf is now taking over the whole house.  Not sure how that can be as the bathroom door is shut.  But it is.  So I went into the boys' room and snuggled with Cashie on his teeny tiny toddler bed.  Stayed there for about 10 minutes and decided I'd go shut Cale's mouth (at this point I don't care if he croaks in his sleep due to lack of oxygen) and go back to MY bed.  Cash woke up and came with me.  That was fine.  I could use a snuggle buddy tonight. 

It's now 4:45 am.  I finally fall asleep.  Only to be woke up by the baby who lost his binky.  Plopped it back in his mouth and went back to bed.  Ahhhhh ... sleep.  And good sleep.  Until 6:15 am: "WAAAHHHHHH".  And the baby is up for good and wanting Mommy to play.  I grabbed his bottle and walked into the living room to put him down so I could fix it.  My house STILL smells like barf.  WTF?  Went to the sink in the kitchen.  Bingo.  I know we didn't have that for supper.  And what the hell is that?  He's just lucky he barfed on the garbage disposal side.  But there's one problem.  The barf is on top of and underneath a pile of dishes and they're all covered in it.  I started fixing the baby's bottle as fast as I could (because I'm attempting to hold my breath).  That was the fastest bottle probably ever assembled!  I start walking while screwing the lid on and trip.  Milk flies everywhere.  Now I'm PISSSSSSED!  Fixed another one.  Baby fed and is now playing on the floor.  I go into the bathroom to check the mess left.  Yep.  Barfed in my sink.  The toilet is directly behind the sink.  What makes a grown man decide to barf in the sink.  The toilet flushes.  I now have to waste gallons of water to try to get the puke to go down YOU MORON!

If Mommy ain't happy ... ain't nobody happy.

This will be a Father's Day you won't forget Cale.  And a memory I hope that sticks the next time you decide to go out and throw back a few.

If Wifey didn't sleep ... neither will you.

I let him sleep an hour longer than I got.  I'm signing off to go wake my husband up to what's about to become his worst nightmare.  Wish him luck.  He's gonna need it.

But seriously Cale ... Happy Father's Day ... This is about the nicest thing that will come out of today (for you) ...

Friday, June 17, 2011

Today's Blog Is Brought To You By The Letter "P"

Once you have kids it seems like you're in over your ears with Pee and Poop.  Your vocabulary changes too as all of a sudden you find yourself stating that you need to go to the "potty".

I can tell you where the potty is in every mall, grocery store, department store, gas station, school, and rest area is.  Even though I always tell Cash to go potty before we leave ... once we get to our destination (or sometimes only halfway to our destination) ... it's like the flood gates were opened or the car ride became a stool softener.  I guess that's why we are starting to become recluses.  I'd rather watch a movie on Netflix then miss the last 5 minutes of a movie in the theatre because we had to hike to the bathroom and fight a crowd at the theatre.

And what is it about bedtime that makes a child suddenly have to excuse themselves to the bathroom minutes after they've been tucked in, said prayers, read stories, and kissed goodnight?  Cash probably goes potty MAYbe 5 times a day ... but not even five minutes after he's been tucked in, he's hollering for Mom or Dad that he needs to go to the bathroom.  And of course it seems like he always has to "Poop".  And it's not like I can say no.  Smart kid.

Since becoming a Mom, I've realized two things: 
Going potty is now a group event. 
And {Poop} and {Toot }are the funniest words a person can say.
Seriously ... Cash can be a zombie in front of the TV but the second I attempt to tip-toe past to go use the restroom, he all of a sudden has to tell me something that is extremely important that couldn't wait a couple minutes.

This morning as Cash was going potty I hear him giggling his cute little shy giggle.  I knocked on the bathroom door (because we're trying to learn the whole privacy thing) and asked what was so funny.  He said, "My toots are funny.  I just tooted in the potty and it tickled my hiney." 

But there is nothing ... absolutely NOTHING is funnier than toots in the tub. 

I take that back .... if you add the word "Poopy" to a sentence, you're suddenly a comedian...  "Mommy, I want to go to the poopy park today"

Ohhhhh boys.  I wouldn't have it any other way.

Happy National Flip-Flop Day!

It's a celebration of open toes and open hearts.

And I'm celebrating (with the fancier  version of the flip-flop) ...


Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Starting The Journey...

You can follow me HERE.

I haven't yet posted a single thing.  Just designed the blog for now.  I start the journey this Monday but it will be by invites only.  I really don't want everyone to know what hell I'm going through.  There's some people I want to think that the weight "just fell off". Haha.

Anyway ... keep checking the site and I'll get some posts on there soon.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Holding them a little closer

I was checking in with the other blogs that I like to stalk and I somehow came across one on Top Mommy Blogs.  It's now ranked the #1 Mommy Blog and it's a story about a family with triplets + 1. 
As I read the first blog post or two it had a picture of 2 babies around the same age as Christopher.  The Mom was taking their 7 month pictures and they were in onesies that said "--> He did it <--" and there was an empty onesie in the middle.  As I continued to read I finally realized that one of the triplets had passed away.  I figured it probably happened at birth but continued reading.  I quickly realized that God's angel (Owen) recently grew his wings.  I continued reading ...  Even though I knew that I shouldn't ... I couldn't help it.  This family is beautiful.  Normal.  An everyday family.  Just like yours and mine.  They are all healthy.  One night, as the family went in to put one of the triplets to bed, they checked on Owen who at some point, flipped over onto his tummy while sleeping.  They went to turn him over and he was lifeless and unresponsive.  I decided to stop reading.  Not for good.  Just ..... for now.  I will go back and read more of her blog later.  That's the best thing about blogs ... you can really get to know a family, a person, a life.  Their "story".  They almost become an addition to your family with only distance that seperates you.  You get to watch their children grow, their family grow, and their life constantly evolving.  And while I never met this Mom before ... I can already tell that she is the strongest person I will probably ever come across.  Yet, she has to be.  For her family, she has no choice.  And through her blog and her friends, I hope that she can grieve.  She wrote a letter to Owen.  I could barely get through the first paragraph.
I have yet to read the results of Owen's autopsy.  I just know that his funeral was a week or so ago.  And I know that Owen was perfectly healthy...
He was rolling over.
Meeting milestones.
Blowing rasberries.
Baby babbling.
Flirting with the ladies.
A chunky little man with rolls head to toe.
A snuggler.

He was exactly like Christopher.

It's sad that it took reading this family's blog to open my eyes a little wider.  I take such small things for granted.  Especially when it comes to my family.  Like, when Cash follows me into the bathroom when all I want is some peace and quiet.  Or when Christopher starts doing his ear-piercing squeal when he wants your attention.  Or when Cale tries to give me a hug while I'm loading the dishwasher and I tell him "wait til I'm done, I feel disgusting."  So this is the last blog post I'll write today as right now I am signing off and going to hold my boys a little closer.  Hug them a little tighter.  And play with them a lot longer.

Monday, June 13, 2011

The Incredible Shrinking Dog

Christopher had RSV from months 2 to 3 and lost quite a bit a weight.
But obviously he made up for it...

Deep Thoughts By Mrs T

As I was laying in bed last night before falling asleep I couldn't help but think of a genious idea (in my opinion).  And maybe somebody has already thought of this and there's something like this out there.

But wouldn't it be great if somebody came up with the idea of a waxing parlor AND a Gynecologist going into business together?  I mean ... why not kill two birds with one stone (if you get what I mean).  I hate having to deal with "Area 51" as it is and the less people to have to deal with it and be all "in my business" would be splendid.  Think about when you're prego ... you get to the point where you can barely see your toes let alone attempt to trim "the unknown."  You're at the doctor a couple times a month as it is so why not get everything taken care of in one visit.  I was born a multitasker.  That's one of my best traits.  I update my Facebook status while I pee.  I brush my teeth and feed the baby his bottle all while playing army men.  So in my opinion ... these two businesses should go in together.  I think it could be a multimillion dollar idea!

So if one of my stalkers could get something like this together ... let me know.  I'd seriously consider traveling.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

The Best Sign That SUMMER Is Here

Summer Snow!

And at $1.25 for a large one ... we can afford to go there for lunch EVERY DAY!

I Love Laughing Babies...

Especially when it's mine  :)

Riding In Cars With Boys...

Cash: ''We need to make sure we put on sunscream before we get in the swimming cool so we don't get bug bites.''

I don't want to correct any of his mistakes in that sentence.
He's only this little for so much longer :)

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Champagne Cupcakes? Don't mind if I do!!

The hubby and I have had a bottle of Cook's brut champagne in our fridge since our wedding.  We've been saving it for an anniversary buuuuut ....
1st anniv (prego with Cashie)
2nd anniv (Cale had to work all day)
3rd anniv (out of town and forgot the bottle)
4th anniv (prego with Chris). 
Sooooo ... we decided to pop the cork on our 5th anniv.  Only to find out that we are both definitely not champagne drinkers.  But I can't let the bottle go to waste.....

Pink Champagne Cupcakes

PREP TIME                  TOTAL TIME                       SERVINGS
25 Min                              1 Hr 15 Min                                  24

Champagne Cupcakes
box Betty Crocker® SuperMoist® white cake mix
1 1/4
cups champagne
cup vegetable oil
egg whites
to 5 drops red food coloring

Champagne Frosting
cup butter or margarine, softened
cups powdered sugar
cup champagne
teaspoon vanilla
to 5 drops red food coloring

Pink decorator sugar crystals
Edible pink pearls

Now what?
  1. Heat oven to 350°F (325°F for dark or nonstick pan). Place paper baking cup in each of 24 regular-size muffin cups.
  2. In large bowl, combine dry cake mix and champagne. Add oil, eggs and food color. Beat with electric mixer on medium speed for 2 minutes. Divide batter evenly among muffin cups.
  3. Bake 17 to 22 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Cool 10 minutes; remove from pan to cooling rack. Cool completely, about 30 minutes.
  4. In medium bowl, beat frosting ingredients with electric mixer on medium speed until smooth. Frost cupcakes. Sprinkle with pink sugar and pearls.

I am sooooo excited to try these out I can hardly wait!!

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Friday, June 3, 2011

5 years

June 3rd, 2006 ~ I became a very lucky girl.

Today my husband and I are celebrating our 5 year wedding anniversary.  Five years ago today he made me the happiest bride in the world.

Every day I wake up I love him more than I did the day before.

We've withstood some unimaginable storms together and it's only made us stronger.

While we do not get to spend today alone (due to something I'd rather not vent into right now) .... I am lucky to have him by my side.  And we will be spending tonight together as a family.

Someone said to me on Facebook:  Look how much five years has given you ... Two beautiful sweet boys to fill your house with love.  She couldn't be anymore right.

He's the man I dreamed of marrying.  He's stood by me at my worst and has never taken me for granted. 

Because of this man my life is more meaningful.  My joys are greater.  And my heart is experiencing the greatest love there is.

Thank you Cale for being the reason I wake up in the morning.  You have given more more than I deserve.  I love you.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Day 4 - Humid ... but peaceful

Date: 06/02/2011 5:40 AM
Type: Run (Easy)
Distance: 1.09 miles
Time: 0 hr 17 min 00 secs
Average pace: 15:36 min/miles
Route: Neighborhood
Route link:
Calories: 136

I need new running shoes!