I am throwing a big family Bday party for Griff this weekend so hopefully I will have some pictures to post. I tell you what, he is only 2 and I am already going crazy with his parties. I am trying to do a Curious George theme. Not the easiest theme because there isn't hardly anything out there. I have checked everywhere for a Curious George cake and no one has one or even a cake pan. I finally got smart and looked up cake toppers online and found one that was $3 of course it was another $15 to ship and I am getting too close to the deadline so I am going to make one. The fact that I am making the cake is hillarious because I don't decorate cakes. I suck with frosting. But it should be an interesting endeavor.
I just got back from Costco and Harmons and I do not recommend going there the Thursday before Memorial Day. It was a mad house. So here's praying that we all survive the weekend :)
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Birthdays
When I was 3 I think I wanted a doll. When I was 13 I wanted guess shorts. When I was 23 I wanted jewelery. Now that I am 33 I want a nap and a clean house. It is funny how the decades change you.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
It's Potty Time
I have no idea how to potty train or when to start etc. but I have noticed that for the last couple of months Griffen tells me as soon as he has pooped. He either orders a" Clean Butt" or says " I Kucka" (sp) or he tells me "I stinky". I have tried to sit him on the toliet and he freaks out so I went to walmart on Wednesday last week and bought him a potty. He was so excited that as soon as I pulled it out of the box he sat on it, even before I put it together. On Wednesday he sat on it forever, saying " I pee pee" he didn't pee but he was excited to try. He did however fart which he was very excited about. He kept yelling " I fwarted" I should recorded how he says it because it is way cute. Then on Thursday I thought what the heck I will see if wants to sit on it again. At this stage I figure I will just let him sit on it and praise him for trying. He was excited to sit on it and he sat there forever and wouldn't get off and then I thought wow it really stinks in here. So I looked in and Holy Crap he pooped in the potty. I was so excited I called his Grandmas and his dad to tell them about it. I let Griffen tell them and he prouldly exclaimed I pooped on the potty. He didn't even want a candy as a treat calling and telling everyone was treat enough for him.
This whole experience got me thinking about how important praise and pride are. Griffen was on a potty high that whole afternoon as was I. I wonder when in life we stopped getting so excited for the little things. Why don't we jump up and exclaim "Hey I accomplished ....". I think it is because at some point in our lives some dough head or another says, "so what thats no big deal". Then we start down the horrible path of comparing ourselves to others. " Oh look what she just did, what I just did is crappy compared to that". And well I think that is a load of crap so here I am exclaiming with pride " My little boy pooped on the potty and I don't totally suck at being a mommy" :)
This whole experience got me thinking about how important praise and pride are. Griffen was on a potty high that whole afternoon as was I. I wonder when in life we stopped getting so excited for the little things. Why don't we jump up and exclaim "Hey I accomplished ....". I think it is because at some point in our lives some dough head or another says, "so what thats no big deal". Then we start down the horrible path of comparing ourselves to others. " Oh look what she just did, what I just did is crappy compared to that". And well I think that is a load of crap so here I am exclaiming with pride " My little boy pooped on the potty and I don't totally suck at being a mommy" :)
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Quick Recap
I was watching Bones the other night and at the midway point they did this funny recap of what had happened so far in the show. I decided that is what I needed to do for this post. So since the last episode this is what has happened.
I started going to the gym at 6am. I was actually going 5 days a week for about 3 weeks. Then like the decrepit old person that I am a sneezed and threw my shoulder out. Which also made my lower back freak out. It is a bad sign when your only extreme sport is sneezing and it sidelines you for a week. After that week my little dude got sick. It was horrible. I suppose the other sport I am involved in is worrying and that week I think I won the gold. He was coughing so hard it made him puke. Sunday it was croup, Tuesday it was pneumonia , Friday it was just an ear infection, Saturday it was the antibiotics making him sick, Monday it was the antibiotics and a stomach flu. From the visit to the doctor on Friday to the one on Monday he had lost a pound from all of the vomiting. I on the other hand gained 5lbs from the week of all the worrying. See I bought a ton of different things to try to get him to eat and in the end I just ate them. After 4 visits to doctors, one panicked call to the on call doc and two blessings we finally got him back to somewhat normal. Now I am trying to get myself back to the gym. 6am is so dang early.
So here are a couple random things the Gman has started doing. He sing bitsy bitsy spider and tinkle tinkle little star. He has become excellent at spotting airplanes, helicopters and home depots. Every time we drive passed a Home Depot he yells "Home Depot , boards, nails." Eric has taken him several times. For Easter he got a orange home depot brand tool kit. As soon as he saw it he started yelling Home Depot. So I guess we are raising a very brand conscious kid. Maybe my interest in branding has warn off on him.
It is amazing the things he picks up. The other day Eric took him to a comic book store where he ran around singing the Batman theme song at. He also loves to tell everyone Thanks Hun and when he needs something he yells Eric in the same tone his mommy does when she needs something. He unfortunately has picked up a few choice words that his dad says.
I took him to the Draper Temple open house. I was worried about it because I didn't want him to freak out at the temple and start vomiting as he has been known to do. Someone in my ward told me that the spirit is so strong there that all the kids behave beautifully. Well yea not so much. Griff started yelling NO NO NO when we watched the opening video. He didn't like going around the temple. When we got to the Sealing room he tripped over a rug fell and cut his lip open. Then on the bus ride back to our car he pounded on the window and used one of his daddy's favorite words that I tried to play off as Truck. Once again I exhibited what a truly spiritual, wonderful mother I am.
I was watching Oprah the other day and they had a bunch of Mothers talking about the pitfalls of motherhood. One mother compared it to a 12 step program with the first step being taking it one hour at a time with the hopes that you can make it to bedtime and then wake up and repeat. The second step was to make amends by calling your mother and apologizing daily and thanking her for letting you live. It was nice to hear that I am not the only mother that has to attack motherhood one minute at a time with the main goal of both my child and myself getting out of the whole thing alive and unmamed.
I started going to the gym at 6am. I was actually going 5 days a week for about 3 weeks. Then like the decrepit old person that I am a sneezed and threw my shoulder out. Which also made my lower back freak out. It is a bad sign when your only extreme sport is sneezing and it sidelines you for a week. After that week my little dude got sick. It was horrible. I suppose the other sport I am involved in is worrying and that week I think I won the gold. He was coughing so hard it made him puke. Sunday it was croup, Tuesday it was pneumonia , Friday it was just an ear infection, Saturday it was the antibiotics making him sick, Monday it was the antibiotics and a stomach flu. From the visit to the doctor on Friday to the one on Monday he had lost a pound from all of the vomiting. I on the other hand gained 5lbs from the week of all the worrying. See I bought a ton of different things to try to get him to eat and in the end I just ate them. After 4 visits to doctors, one panicked call to the on call doc and two blessings we finally got him back to somewhat normal. Now I am trying to get myself back to the gym. 6am is so dang early.
So here are a couple random things the Gman has started doing. He sing bitsy bitsy spider and tinkle tinkle little star. He has become excellent at spotting airplanes, helicopters and home depots. Every time we drive passed a Home Depot he yells "Home Depot , boards, nails." Eric has taken him several times. For Easter he got a orange home depot brand tool kit. As soon as he saw it he started yelling Home Depot. So I guess we are raising a very brand conscious kid. Maybe my interest in branding has warn off on him.
It is amazing the things he picks up. The other day Eric took him to a comic book store where he ran around singing the Batman theme song at. He also loves to tell everyone Thanks Hun and when he needs something he yells Eric in the same tone his mommy does when she needs something. He unfortunately has picked up a few choice words that his dad says.
I took him to the Draper Temple open house. I was worried about it because I didn't want him to freak out at the temple and start vomiting as he has been known to do. Someone in my ward told me that the spirit is so strong there that all the kids behave beautifully. Well yea not so much. Griff started yelling NO NO NO when we watched the opening video. He didn't like going around the temple. When we got to the Sealing room he tripped over a rug fell and cut his lip open. Then on the bus ride back to our car he pounded on the window and used one of his daddy's favorite words that I tried to play off as Truck. Once again I exhibited what a truly spiritual, wonderful mother I am.
I was watching Oprah the other day and they had a bunch of Mothers talking about the pitfalls of motherhood. One mother compared it to a 12 step program with the first step being taking it one hour at a time with the hopes that you can make it to bedtime and then wake up and repeat. The second step was to make amends by calling your mother and apologizing daily and thanking her for letting you live. It was nice to hear that I am not the only mother that has to attack motherhood one minute at a time with the main goal of both my child and myself getting out of the whole thing alive and unmamed.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Gym
So I have been telling myself for months that I was going to start going to the gym. I had it all planned out I would go workout for an hour and Griffen would go to the daycare and just play and have fun and then we would go home and have a healthy lunch and he would take a nap while I did housework . The result of course would be I would get fit, Griffen would be rested, and the house would be clean. As in all my blog post reality decided to bite me in the butt, and this time it was hard.
Tuesday, I finally made the 5 minute journey to the gym. I was feeling good. My sneakers, that I have worn 3 times, were bright, shiny and cushy. Griffen was sweet and happy. He had been asking me for a ride in the car. He sings it " Ride in the car" it is cute. As soon as we got to the gym parking lot he started to cry. He has been to the gym with his dad. He usually cries a little at drop off but then quickly calms down when he sees the other kids. This time as soon as we got out of the car he started crying " Ride in the car" then he got more frantic and screamed "ride car fast" by the time we made it to the check in counter between his sobs he would moan "car". I could tell it just wasn't going to happen this time but I was meeting a friend so I started the check in process. Well actually all I did is pull out my wallet and then Griffen threw up all over me, then the diaper bag and then the floor. The lady working the daycare rolled her eyes and handed me a roll of paper towels. Service with an attitude that's a rule at the gym. Griffen at this point is hysterical and is using the death grip to climb my back as I try to clean up his morning cottage cheese with a roll of cheap paper towel. Just then my friend showed up to help. The both of us were on our knees trying to clean up when a cute young fit mother (no venom in my tone at all)decided to give me advice about how to get my child used to coming to daycare. She told me to bring him for five minutes and then ten and then twenty and that way he would get used to it. I don't see how that works when he threw up at the entrance. What do I let him puke and leave him in it for five minutes? I was confused. I don't believe that the best parenting advice is given when the person you are giving advice to is covered in puke. Finally, another employee came and said she would take care of the rest of the mess. Let me tell you a roll of cheap paper towels is not the most effective cleaning tool for vomit on carpet. So I took Griffen home. As soon as we got in the car he was fine. When we got home and cleaned up he at a healthy lunch and then took a nap. I on the other hand couldn't eat because I couldn't get the vomit smell out of my head. I didn't get the house cleaned because I was busy emptying my diaper bag and wallet and cleaning all of the contents. The next morning I woke up with a cold. So I didn't exactly reach my goals for this week. In fact I think I have found someone who hates the gym more then me and he has come up with a very effective way of communicating that . So I didn't get fit. My house is a disaster because I have been sick all week and as far as a healthy meals I have been taking shots of dayquil with OJ chasers. Griffen has napped well this week, otherwise I would probably be blogging from the insane asylum. At least I think I lost a couple of pounds from the different organs I have coughed up. And I think my abs have gotten a pretty good work out from hacking up the afore mentioned innards.
Tuesday, I finally made the 5 minute journey to the gym. I was feeling good. My sneakers, that I have worn 3 times, were bright, shiny and cushy. Griffen was sweet and happy. He had been asking me for a ride in the car. He sings it " Ride in the car" it is cute. As soon as we got to the gym parking lot he started to cry. He has been to the gym with his dad. He usually cries a little at drop off but then quickly calms down when he sees the other kids. This time as soon as we got out of the car he started crying " Ride in the car" then he got more frantic and screamed "ride car fast" by the time we made it to the check in counter between his sobs he would moan "car". I could tell it just wasn't going to happen this time but I was meeting a friend so I started the check in process. Well actually all I did is pull out my wallet and then Griffen threw up all over me, then the diaper bag and then the floor. The lady working the daycare rolled her eyes and handed me a roll of paper towels. Service with an attitude that's a rule at the gym. Griffen at this point is hysterical and is using the death grip to climb my back as I try to clean up his morning cottage cheese with a roll of cheap paper towel. Just then my friend showed up to help. The both of us were on our knees trying to clean up when a cute young fit mother (no venom in my tone at all)decided to give me advice about how to get my child used to coming to daycare. She told me to bring him for five minutes and then ten and then twenty and that way he would get used to it. I don't see how that works when he threw up at the entrance. What do I let him puke and leave him in it for five minutes? I was confused. I don't believe that the best parenting advice is given when the person you are giving advice to is covered in puke. Finally, another employee came and said she would take care of the rest of the mess. Let me tell you a roll of cheap paper towels is not the most effective cleaning tool for vomit on carpet. So I took Griffen home. As soon as we got in the car he was fine. When we got home and cleaned up he at a healthy lunch and then took a nap. I on the other hand couldn't eat because I couldn't get the vomit smell out of my head. I didn't get the house cleaned because I was busy emptying my diaper bag and wallet and cleaning all of the contents. The next morning I woke up with a cold. So I didn't exactly reach my goals for this week. In fact I think I have found someone who hates the gym more then me and he has come up with a very effective way of communicating that . So I didn't get fit. My house is a disaster because I have been sick all week and as far as a healthy meals I have been taking shots of dayquil with OJ chasers. Griffen has napped well this week, otherwise I would probably be blogging from the insane asylum. At least I think I lost a couple of pounds from the different organs I have coughed up. And I think my abs have gotten a pretty good work out from hacking up the afore mentioned innards.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Tagged
My friend tagged me with this 7 things list and I thought it was fun so here we go.
7 Things I can Do Well
1- Brainstorm. I can come up with lots of different ideas. Implementation is another story.
2-Problem solve.
3-Talk. ( I am stealing this one from Jamie) I too can talk as y'all can tell by my lengthy posts.
4-Retain useless knowledge i.e. Did you know if you ate a Polar Bear's liver you would die. And that Worcestershire Sauce is made of anchovies and named after the town that produces the most anchovies
5-Remember what actor played which character and lines from movies.
6-I excel at making up voices for children's books
7-Waste time/ daydream.
7 Things I Can't Do
1- Stay caught up on housework.
2- Run.
3- Exercise .
4- Eat enough fruits and veggies
5- Control my whining.
6- Spell
7- Manage my time effectively
7 Things that attracted me to my husband
1- His kindness. He is one of the gentlest souls on the planet
2- He is usually an amazing listener (as long as there aren't any sporting events on)
3- He truly enjoys people and their eccentricities.
4- He is one of the smartest people I know.
5- He is non judgemental
6- He is quirky.
7- There is nothing more beautiful then his big blue eyes
7 Things I always say
1- Son of a monkey's uncle
2- Whatever. (Stealing two of Jamie's but I really do say them all the time)
3- Unacceptable!
4- Yepppp
5-Can I steal that ? ( My mom hates it when I say that)
6- I don't know
7- I love you guys
7 Things I love to eat
1-Cinnamon rolls
2-Oreo ice cream
3-cookies
4-Bread
5-Hamburgers
6-Chicken Gyro
7-High fructose corn syrup in the form of cereal
(And I wonder why I have a weight problem)
7 People I tag
I don't think there are 7 people who read this blog. So whoever.
7 Things I can Do Well
1- Brainstorm. I can come up with lots of different ideas. Implementation is another story.
2-Problem solve.
3-Talk. ( I am stealing this one from Jamie) I too can talk as y'all can tell by my lengthy posts.
4-Retain useless knowledge i.e. Did you know if you ate a Polar Bear's liver you would die. And that Worcestershire Sauce is made of anchovies and named after the town that produces the most anchovies
5-Remember what actor played which character and lines from movies.
6-I excel at making up voices for children's books
7-Waste time/ daydream.
7 Things I Can't Do
1- Stay caught up on housework.
2- Run.
3- Exercise .
4- Eat enough fruits and veggies
5- Control my whining.
6- Spell
7- Manage my time effectively
7 Things that attracted me to my husband
1- His kindness. He is one of the gentlest souls on the planet
2- He is usually an amazing listener (as long as there aren't any sporting events on)
3- He truly enjoys people and their eccentricities.
4- He is one of the smartest people I know.
5- He is non judgemental
6- He is quirky.
7- There is nothing more beautiful then his big blue eyes
7 Things I always say
1- Son of a monkey's uncle
2- Whatever. (Stealing two of Jamie's but I really do say them all the time)
3- Unacceptable!
4- Yepppp
5-Can I steal that ? ( My mom hates it when I say that)
6- I don't know
7- I love you guys
7 Things I love to eat
1-Cinnamon rolls
2-Oreo ice cream
3-cookies
4-Bread
5-Hamburgers
6-Chicken Gyro
7-High fructose corn syrup in the form of cereal
(And I wonder why I have a weight problem)
7 People I tag
I don't think there are 7 people who read this blog. So whoever.
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