Sunday, March 21, 2010


So. My updating has become scarce. I must admit, there isn't much time for anything these days, epecially a spare minute to sit down and write. But, here I am. A gorgeous Sunday afternoon on the porch with my laptop. Levi, quietly napping upstairs. He has become such a grown up toddler. Talking more and more everyday. Everyday a new word or phrase comes out of his mouth. He never stops talking and learning. It is so amazing to see the new things that he learns and the expression on his face when he figures something out for the first time. It is too amazing to describe. It brings importance to the small things in life. It can be as meaningless as figuring out how to manuever around the dog poop in the backyard. Whatever the adventure, he meets it head on and without hesitation. Its what we lack as adults. The carefree way of living.

Levi makes me want to slow down and enjoy the small things. Something I never really had a reason to do, until now. Being his mom is the most wonderful experience in the world and an experience it has been! Like Levi, I learn something new about being a mom everyday. It takes patience. More patience than I ever imagined. It takes strength. The strength to hold down a toddler while you wrestle on his diaper or shirt. It takes courage. Courage to stand up and say no to a screaming toddler who wants to play with scissors. It takes a lot of papertowels, batteries, buckets of soapy water and laughter to use them all.

I can hardly wait to see what my afternoon has in store!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010


So. It's been a long time since my last post. I guess if anyone has an excuse to be too busy to blog it's the mum of an ALMOST TWO YEAR OLD. Yes, my little boy will be two in less than 11 weeks. I am still wondering where the time has gone. For anyone who has ever been held captive by a toddler, you would know why its been so long since my last post.

It seems like everyday Levi is saying something new. Just this morning he told me that he shit his pants. And I am not even kidding. I said to him, "Levi did you poo poo?" To which he replied, "No, mummie. Shit." There is only one person that we have to thank for this and he will go nameless...Dad. (BTW-When Mrs. Smith calls from kindergarten, she's getting your number Dad). When he is not spewing vulgar language, he usually is very cute. He says many things, like "Bless You" when he sneezes. Not when you sneeze, but when he sneezes. He doesn't understand that you don't bless your own sneezes, but its still adorable nonetheless. He says, "No"...a lot. He will repeat pretty much anything you say which is the problem we keep encountering. I couldn't wait for him to talk, now I find myself wishing there were an automatic filter; like they use on the radio. It would bleep out anything you might not want your toddler to hear.

I am not sure when Levi became so opinionated but he certainly takes every chance he can to express his feelings. This morning I toasted some cinnamon raisin bread for breakfast. For those of you that know me, you already know that I had to toast them twice because, of course, I burned the first round. Instead, Levi decided he wanted to have Spaghettios for breakfast. I am not one to force feed the "American Breakfast", so when he was adamant that he wanted Spaghettios for breakfast---in the microwave they went. Forty-Five seconds later, he wouldn't touch them. After 15 minutes of negotiation and 45 seconds in the microwave, he settled for cinnamon raisin toast! I am still scratching my head, wondering how I lost to a toddler---twice in 15 minutes. Perhaps, I should call in for backup.

Hold on...I think I hear him starting the car.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Poop or Peanut Butter

Last night we went upstairs for your nightly bathtime ritual. You have always loved your bath, so we do it every night. You are probably the cleanest toddler on the east coast because of your love of water. It is a time where we play, sing, talk and splash. I don't know who has more fun---me or you. The water must be running the whole time because you like to stick your head under the faucet. It's always very tough to get you out of the bath tub. Usually, you run out of hot water and I have to bribe and beg you out, even with the cold water. Nonetheless, its the highlight of my day.

After I bribed you out of your tub last night, you refused to put on your diaper, so I let you run around naked while I cleaned up the bathroom. (you tend to like a lot of toys in the tub too) While running stark naked around the house, you decided that it was time for some relief. You squatted down on top of towel and pooped. Then, you stood up and stared at it and took off running and laughing. It took me a second to realize that you had pooped in the floor...and to top it off, you thought it was the funniest thing in the whole world!!!

I guess looking at the evening, it was pretty funny. I couldn't help but laugh too! This is just one reason why I love you so much. You can poop in the floor and laugh about it.

Monday, October 12, 2009

With a Capital M

Tonight you put the M in Monster. You are teething and it sucks. I know it sucks because you whined and cried and banged your head on the floor. Not once, not twice, but numerous times. I thought at one point you had knocked yourself out, but you were simply trying to catch your breathe because you hadn't stopped crying since daddy picked you up from daycare at 4:00. You didn't nap well because you are in pain, so you were not only in pain, but extremely tired. The worst possible combination, aside from peanut butter and eggs. I felt terrible for you. (I write this in past tense because you are sleeping quietly in your room and oh the bliss) There was nothing I or your daddy could do to make you feel better. We gave you some Motrin and Oragel, but even that was minamally effective. It seems like you have been teething for the past year. I can only hope that this will end soon as you almost have all of your teeth.

So, for now, we will try to keep you as comfortable as possible through this process. Do you think you could cut us a little break too?

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Parrot Head

I have now realized that I have a Parrot following me everywhere I go. His name is Levi. His vocabulary grows by the hour. It's amazing to see the new things that he does and says everyday. I often wonder where he learns all this stuff...but, he is a sponge. He will repeat anything that is said to him and he understands things that I can't fathom. Tonight, when I took his diaper off, he picked it up and put it in the trash. I know thats not exactly Einstein material, but it still amazes me. He understands so much of what we say to him. He also knows when to not listen. When he is doing something that he shouldn't, its almost as if we are speaking a different language. He also knows "what the owl says" and anytime you ask him, he responds with a prompt "HOO HOO". His little lips purse together and make the cutest owl sound you have ever heard. He can bark like a dog and moo like a cow too. Its too cute!

Who knew being a mum would encompass all these silly things. Yet, it brings me to tears when I ask for a kiss and he happily obliges. I love being his mum.

Friday, September 25, 2009

Bugs on the Mug

So, Saturday began like every other Saturday for the past year and a half. We all woke up. Actually Levi woke us up, which is pretty normal considering he is the early riser. He is definitely a morning person. He didn't get that from me, for sure. In fact, he most certainly acquired that trait from his daddy. I think they have contests to see who can get up the earliest. I am not even kidding. I would personally sleep until noon if I could do so, guilt free. Sleep is heaven. Pure heaven, with peanut butter everywhere. But, sleep is not what this post is about.

I digress.

Levi and I went to the mall on Saturday to meet my grandmother. Because she likes to take us to the mall and we love to go to the mall with her, its a win win. So, we are walking around the mall and Levi is being the perfect little angel just sitting quietly in his stroller. My grandmother, who has worn glasses all of her life, I think, looks down at my sweet, quiet angel and says in the most matter-of-fact way possible, "Levi has lice in his hair, honey". I swear, she was that calm. I, of course, enter into an extreme state of hysteria, because I am calm like that. (Stacey, if you are reading this: it was even more hysterical than the time there was blood on his lip for the first time). I immediately start ravenging his poor innocent bug invested LONG BLONDE HAIR. Sure enough, there were lice in his hair. I am pretty sure everyone within a 5 mile radius knew my son had lice in his hair at that moment. There was no way I could have hidden that kind of hysteria. I was still in disbelief, I think. I wash his hair every night. How could this have happened. Do you want to know the worst part? I had seen those little black specks in his hair for over a week. I just assumed it was the dirt he constantly plays in and throws in the air, only to have it land in his hair and eyes.

I rushed to the nearest pharmacy in search of the largest bottle of NIX that could be bought. We get the goods and rush home to remedy the situation. The whole time, I am trying to maintain my cool, so Levi doesn't realize there are bugs in his hair. For those of you that know me, you understand this is no easy task for me. I don't do calm very well. So, I scrub him and apply the "bugout" to his hair, which has to sit there for 10 minutes. So, we splash and play and sing the alphabet while waiting for the poison to take effect. It's now time to rinse. Since the box clearly says in big bold print, "AVOID CONTACT WITH EYES", I call in daddy for back up. He lifts Levi out of the tub in a reclining position, which immediately sends Levi into tears because he doesn't want to be lifted out of the tub. He wants to stay and splash and keep the bugs in his hair. And all I want to do is be rid of the bugs. We somehow manage to get the goo out of his hair. It is much easier said than done, I can assure you.

The time has now come to rake that awful little plastic comb through his long golden locks. That was about as pleasant as trying to saw off your arm with a soup spoon. He hated every minute and so did I. After I had tortured him all that I could with the plastic rake, I stopped to let his sensitive scalp have a break. It looked like I had gotten almost all of the nits out at this point. I began tearing the house apart and washing and scrubbing and washing and scrubbing. I washed everything and every surface possible...including both dogs.

Fast forward to Monday: We bring him to daycare, thinking we had gotten rid of all the pests. At 10:00 I get a call from daycare telling me that we have to come get Levi because he still has little "black specs" in his hair. I, of course, get defensive and began relaying our entire nightmarish weekend to this poor daycare provider. I am pretty sure there were a few choice words used. Since I was unable to leave work, daddy had to come in and try again to solve the bug dilemma.

My wonderful, brilliant husband did what any smart daddy would do. He took him to "Pigtails and Crewcuts" for a crewcut. In a matter of minutes, my long blonde haired boy had a buzz cut with just enough left of top to spike up like his daddy's hair. Still, there were a few nits left in his almost non existant hair. After another hour or so of scrapping and raking at his hair, we finally got rid of the pesky problem.

I am inserting the pre-bug and post-bug hair cuts. I do not wish this mess on anyone. It was truly a nightmare. I am just so glad its over.

Monday, September 14, 2009

16 months

Levi, You are now 16 months old. Your life has flown by all too quickly. I can't help but get excited for the next step, yet I feel like I need to hold onto every moment because it will be the last time I see you at this age. You are very opinionated for a little boy of your age. You know what you want and most certainly what you don't want. There is no tricking you when it comes to eating healthy versus eating cheese puffs. The very sound of that word sends you to the pantry to force us into pulling out the orange bag and letting you reach in to get your puffs. Two puffs and no less will do. You know when you get home you want to go outside and say it with conviction. If that doesn't get you what you want, you bang your hands on the back door until we finally give in and let you open the door. You climb down the stairs and into the backyard to play in the dirt. You would prefer to be outside than anywhere else in the whole world. I guess that should make me happy, since you don't prefer to sit in front of the TV and watch Dora. You talk all the time. Some of your constants are Truck, Ball, Car, Outside, Up, Mum, Dada, Bus, Nala, Nana, Flip, Mema...but you basically repeat everything we say, including the occasional word that sounds very much like Shit. Your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard. I can't imagine my life without you and am so happy that I am your mum. I hope one day that you will read this and know how much these little things mean to me.

I love you, son.