Writer's Block! Too much stuff going on to think about. One main issue is how frustrating American Politics have become. I wish we could get rid of Dem vs Rep and just be smart and do what's right!
Anyhow...maybe I'll have funny stories from MDO tomorrow!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Where is the Monster?
So I sit here at this moment feeling sad inside. Although I can't decide if I should feel sad, happy, or indifferent to this matter. I thought when confronted with this matter I would be so happy to be free, not so badly needed anymore, and able to move on to the next stage in our life. I knew this day would come and I knew that it was for the better of everyone and everything for this day to come. But I didn't think I would deal with it like this.
What is the matter? I'll tell you.....
I have raised a full out "booby monster" to say the least. There were days that I thought Cooper could have nursed all day long if I would have let him. It was my secret weapon to getting him to sleep for naps and bedtime. If he hurt himself and wouldn't settle down....the secret weapon would calm his pains. We didn't sleep through the night the first year of Cooper's life b/c he was so bent on having his midnight snack (and 4am snack as well!).
There were days when I hated the fact that he was nursing...."why does he have to be with ME all the time?" I used to think. Or better yet, I used to wish so much that he would have taken a bottle so that Randell could have fed him or so that Cooper could have stayed with Nana & Papi over night. When mastitis appeared TWICE....I wanted to quit so bad. I was in pain, had no strength to go on, and yet STILL felt like a cow!
We kept going though. I used to say "I'll only nurse for a year and then he's going to be weaned!" Randell and I would be amazed (and bewildered) at the fact of someone nursing a 13,14,15,16 month old. My my how we have changed!
So, why am I so upset right now? What happened to get me to thinking about this? Well you see, our bedtime routine with Cooper is this:
Dinner
Quiet Playtime
Bath
Lotion massage
PJ's
NURSE & prayers
Reading time w/ Daddy
Crib
Tonight after we had him in his PJ's, I sat down in the "nursing chair" and asked Cooper if he was ready to nurse.....I know, I know, at this age if he can answer me then we shouldn't be nursing right? I AGREE....but it's much harder than just agreeing.
So he looked at me and ran to get a book and then went to his "big boy bed" (he's still sleeping in the crib, but we're getting him used to it). So I asked again, and again, AND again. Finally he came to me but maybe nursed for 3 minutes total. I wanted to start crying then. It's not that I want to nurse a 3 year old or anything, but I LOVE this cuddle time. He's such an active child that I rarely get to just hold him and cuddle. And I know that one day there will be another baby to nurse, and I'm sure I'll have the same feelings (good and bad) for it then too.
Maybe it's just the knowledge that Cooper's growing up and before we know it he'll be graduating high school and going off to A&M. Whatever it is, I'm sad. I know I should be happy that I didn't have to "wean" him so much that I would anger him like some parents end up having to resort to.
We'll see how tomorrow goes, but I'm realizing that the days of nursing are dwendling down very quickly and I'm just not ready yet!
What is the matter? I'll tell you.....
I have raised a full out "booby monster" to say the least. There were days that I thought Cooper could have nursed all day long if I would have let him. It was my secret weapon to getting him to sleep for naps and bedtime. If he hurt himself and wouldn't settle down....the secret weapon would calm his pains. We didn't sleep through the night the first year of Cooper's life b/c he was so bent on having his midnight snack (and 4am snack as well!).
There were days when I hated the fact that he was nursing...."why does he have to be with ME all the time?" I used to think. Or better yet, I used to wish so much that he would have taken a bottle so that Randell could have fed him or so that Cooper could have stayed with Nana & Papi over night. When mastitis appeared TWICE....I wanted to quit so bad. I was in pain, had no strength to go on, and yet STILL felt like a cow!
We kept going though. I used to say "I'll only nurse for a year and then he's going to be weaned!" Randell and I would be amazed (and bewildered) at the fact of someone nursing a 13,14,15,16 month old. My my how we have changed!
So, why am I so upset right now? What happened to get me to thinking about this? Well you see, our bedtime routine with Cooper is this:
Dinner
Quiet Playtime
Bath
Lotion massage
PJ's
NURSE & prayers
Reading time w/ Daddy
Crib
Tonight after we had him in his PJ's, I sat down in the "nursing chair" and asked Cooper if he was ready to nurse.....I know, I know, at this age if he can answer me then we shouldn't be nursing right? I AGREE....but it's much harder than just agreeing.
So he looked at me and ran to get a book and then went to his "big boy bed" (he's still sleeping in the crib, but we're getting him used to it). So I asked again, and again, AND again. Finally he came to me but maybe nursed for 3 minutes total. I wanted to start crying then. It's not that I want to nurse a 3 year old or anything, but I LOVE this cuddle time. He's such an active child that I rarely get to just hold him and cuddle. And I know that one day there will be another baby to nurse, and I'm sure I'll have the same feelings (good and bad) for it then too.
Maybe it's just the knowledge that Cooper's growing up and before we know it he'll be graduating high school and going off to A&M. Whatever it is, I'm sad. I know I should be happy that I didn't have to "wean" him so much that I would anger him like some parents end up having to resort to.
We'll see how tomorrow goes, but I'm realizing that the days of nursing are dwendling down very quickly and I'm just not ready yet!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
The Deal of the Day!
Wow a whole week has past by and I haven't blogged....sorry!
To sum up our week....GREAT weather + a rested child = a happy MOM!
Today was full of great deals and fun times. We began the day by driving around a community wide garage sale. It was amazing! We were having a rough time finding the deals that we wanted (why do people ask for 3 times what a piece of junk is really worth?). So after becoming slightly disappointed, we stumbled upon a garage sale that was run by an older dad who was talking with his 2 teenage boys about swords and dragon computer games. I was hesitant at first to even look around, but then I saw a PERFECT buy. I'm not too great at the negotiating part of garage sale shopping. I normally ask how much something is and then say "Oh that's a awesome", pay what they ask and then get to the truck where Randell asks if I talked them down on the price.
So I had my game face on. I was prepared to put up a hard bargain with these sword fighting salesmen. I asked how much the toddler portable booster seat was, prepared to only offer $5 for it. The father walks towards it and says "Oh...(I just knew that he was going to say $8)....50 cents. 50 cents!!! Are you kidding me....I didn't even know what to say, except YES!!! So then after being so thrilled I decided to continue looking around in the millions of boxes of PURE JUNK that was for sale and found a brand new nalgene sports water bottle. Again, I was prepared to negotiate. His answer with the price....50 cents!
So I thanked him SO MUCH for being such a great garage sale man, all the while knowing that he was going to make NOTHING off of his boxes of junk if he sold things for only 50 cents.
We also ended up finding a neat chalk board table and toddler bed for Cooper's big boy room.
A summation of the rest of the day....the Aggies lost, we had a bbq with great friends over, and played hard. What a great (well besides the Aggies loosing) day it's been.
To sum up our week....GREAT weather + a rested child = a happy MOM!
Today was full of great deals and fun times. We began the day by driving around a community wide garage sale. It was amazing! We were having a rough time finding the deals that we wanted (why do people ask for 3 times what a piece of junk is really worth?). So after becoming slightly disappointed, we stumbled upon a garage sale that was run by an older dad who was talking with his 2 teenage boys about swords and dragon computer games. I was hesitant at first to even look around, but then I saw a PERFECT buy. I'm not too great at the negotiating part of garage sale shopping. I normally ask how much something is and then say "Oh that's a awesome", pay what they ask and then get to the truck where Randell asks if I talked them down on the price.
So I had my game face on. I was prepared to put up a hard bargain with these sword fighting salesmen. I asked how much the toddler portable booster seat was, prepared to only offer $5 for it. The father walks towards it and says "Oh...(I just knew that he was going to say $8)....50 cents. 50 cents!!! Are you kidding me....I didn't even know what to say, except YES!!! So then after being so thrilled I decided to continue looking around in the millions of boxes of PURE JUNK that was for sale and found a brand new nalgene sports water bottle. Again, I was prepared to negotiate. His answer with the price....50 cents!
So I thanked him SO MUCH for being such a great garage sale man, all the while knowing that he was going to make NOTHING off of his boxes of junk if he sold things for only 50 cents.
We also ended up finding a neat chalk board table and toddler bed for Cooper's big boy room.
A summation of the rest of the day....the Aggies lost, we had a bbq with great friends over, and played hard. What a great (well besides the Aggies loosing) day it's been.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Where is the Rain?
Isn't it amazing how it seems as if things that you want to happen go the other way some times? Take Hurricane Ike for example. I know that there are a lot of people who are happy Ike turned more north and east, but there are also people like us that REALLY wanted to rainy weekend from it. It looks as if we are going to be left dry from any of it.
When we lived in College Station we were comfronted with the same thing. Hurricane Rita was headed right towards Houston and we were going to get a direct hit from it with winds and rain. We woke up that morning ready to hunker down with our 6 cases (4 gallons in each) of bottled water, a fridge packed with beer, and the makings for margaritas (Hence the theme "Margaritas for Rita"). What we found was no rain, no storm, but "maybe" some winds. So we then turned our focus to buying kites to fly in the "TS force winds". After finding no kites in the town of College Station we went back home to once again find the weather man saying that we were getting none of it!
I would never argue with the thought that you shouldn't wish to go through a hurricane. I completely agree with that statement, but the rain is always welcome at our house! We LOVE the rain.
So for everyone in the destructive path of Ike, I'm sorry! I tried to pray Ike this direction. Do you think you could send some rain our way though....that would be GREAT!
When we lived in College Station we were comfronted with the same thing. Hurricane Rita was headed right towards Houston and we were going to get a direct hit from it with winds and rain. We woke up that morning ready to hunker down with our 6 cases (4 gallons in each) of bottled water, a fridge packed with beer, and the makings for margaritas (Hence the theme "Margaritas for Rita"). What we found was no rain, no storm, but "maybe" some winds. So we then turned our focus to buying kites to fly in the "TS force winds". After finding no kites in the town of College Station we went back home to once again find the weather man saying that we were getting none of it!
I would never argue with the thought that you shouldn't wish to go through a hurricane. I completely agree with that statement, but the rain is always welcome at our house! We LOVE the rain.
So for everyone in the destructive path of Ike, I'm sorry! I tried to pray Ike this direction. Do you think you could send some rain our way though....that would be GREAT!
Thursday, September 11, 2008
It feels like Friday!
I've decided to try and keep this thing updated on a more regular basis. I may (please re-read the word MAY!) try to even post on here daily, but there are NO PROMISES!!!!
So today feels completely like a Friday to me. In the 16 months of being a SAHM I have barely remembered what the date is not to mention what day it is to begin with. I was good at knowing it was Friday, Saturday, Sunday, or Monday because Friday would be when Randell would be coming home early; Sat and Sun Randell would be here with us; and Monday is when Randell returns to work and it's back to Cooper and myself!
Now that I'm working at Mother's Day Out though, I've had to become aware of the days of the week! It's amazing that when I lead the 4 year olds in singing the "Days of the Week" song, I almost got it wrong the first couple of times! I guess that's when you know you've been out of the loop for too long.
Today was a long day it seems. I'm so happy that Cooper is transitioning so well into his class at Mother's Day Out. The teachers LOVE him and he doesn't even cry anymore when I drop him off! I love it. I'm happy he gets the interaction with the other children and is learning so much. Me on the other hand.....WOAH! I didn't realize that 4 year olds can be such a handful for an entire day. Well, okay it's only 5 hours...but that seems like an entire day!
I have a handful of kids that returned to MDO for the 2nd or 3rd year. So they are pretty well accustomed to what goes on. We don't have any cry'ers in our class (YIPPEE!!!), but we have a few that are either:
a) tattle-tellers
b) VERY ROUGH even when trying to be gentle
c) VERY ACTIVE (and I mean can't sit still for more than 30 seconds!)
I've learned a lot already and it's only day 4 (week 2). I've learned to devert the tattle-tellers, use time out for the very rough and active (it works SO WELL!), and to breathe every once in a while.
I am ready for the weekend.
Now if only we could get some rain (and I'm talking 3-4 inches would be nice) from Hurricane Ike. It doesn't look too promising, but my fingers are crossed.
So today feels completely like a Friday to me. In the 16 months of being a SAHM I have barely remembered what the date is not to mention what day it is to begin with. I was good at knowing it was Friday, Saturday, Sunday, or Monday because Friday would be when Randell would be coming home early; Sat and Sun Randell would be here with us; and Monday is when Randell returns to work and it's back to Cooper and myself!
Now that I'm working at Mother's Day Out though, I've had to become aware of the days of the week! It's amazing that when I lead the 4 year olds in singing the "Days of the Week" song, I almost got it wrong the first couple of times! I guess that's when you know you've been out of the loop for too long.
Today was a long day it seems. I'm so happy that Cooper is transitioning so well into his class at Mother's Day Out. The teachers LOVE him and he doesn't even cry anymore when I drop him off! I love it. I'm happy he gets the interaction with the other children and is learning so much. Me on the other hand.....WOAH! I didn't realize that 4 year olds can be such a handful for an entire day. Well, okay it's only 5 hours...but that seems like an entire day!
I have a handful of kids that returned to MDO for the 2nd or 3rd year. So they are pretty well accustomed to what goes on. We don't have any cry'ers in our class (YIPPEE!!!), but we have a few that are either:
a) tattle-tellers
b) VERY ROUGH even when trying to be gentle
c) VERY ACTIVE (and I mean can't sit still for more than 30 seconds!)
I've learned a lot already and it's only day 4 (week 2). I've learned to devert the tattle-tellers, use time out for the very rough and active (it works SO WELL!), and to breathe every once in a while.
I am ready for the weekend.
Now if only we could get some rain (and I'm talking 3-4 inches would be nice) from Hurricane Ike. It doesn't look too promising, but my fingers are crossed.
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