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.


Wednesday, September 9, 2009

It occured to me that I haven't ever posted a picture of Levi on my blog. So, I thought this picutre would be the best fit. What do you think? He's fun right?

Monday, August 10, 2009


So. I guess I have been a little slack about writing these days. Which is exactly what I sat down to write about. It seems that there is never enough time in the day or night for that matter. I wake up everyday, go downstairs for my beloved coffee (that I preset the night before) and try to gather my brains for the day ahead. I then go upstairs and mindlessly get ready for work. Usually, that encompasses trying to apply mascara with a toddler pulling on my leg. Then, after 8 or 9 hours of a stressful day at the office, I pick up my boy and we head home for dinner, bath time and a little more playtime. It has become the routine over the past year or so. And I am fine with it. It suits me. Makes me happy even. But, and there is always a But. I can't figure out where the past 15 months have gone. Have you seen them?

Every day seems to slip by faster and faster. I barely have time to brush my teeth, it seems. I know its not that bad, but it sure seems that way from time to time. I go weeks without calling to check in on friends. Days pass and I realize I haven't spoken to my parents. That may not sound like a long time, but for my parents it might as well be months. We check in regularly.

I am just saying, that time has never seemed so valuable. Last week, my boss gave me a Friday off, and you would have thought I hit the lottery. I didn't know what to do with 8 hours by MYSELF with no baby. So, I did the only thing a girl can do...I headed straight to the pool with an ipod, a book, and a sippy cup full of wine. It didn't matter that the sun wasn't shining and the wind almost blew me away. There I sat, with my book, the pool and silence. It was bliss. Utter bliss.

It makes me think back to a time before Levi when it seemed THERE WAS NEVER ENOUGH TIME. And I laugh...because I had all the time in the world, and never realized it.

PS. I must give credit to my wonderful husband for all that he does. He certainly takes on his 50% of parenting...sometimes he even picks up a few extra of percentage points for me because I simply can't deal.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Am I the only one...

This is going to be a short blog...

I cannot get enough of this blog... Dooce
I find myself stalking it daily. I can't help myself. Her books are amazing too.

See...i told you...short.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009


So, I am a little confused...just a month or so ago my son was a sweet, smiling, pooping baby. He cried when hungry, fussed when sleepy and was generally a pretty predictable and innocent baby. Now, just 14 months old, my child has the attitude of a hormone raging 15 year old. God forbid I try to force him to eat something other than cheese puffs. He slams his head against the back of the wooden high chair so hard and fast, I worry about him getting a concussion. He twists, turns and screams when he is not getting something that he wants, whether a pair of scissors or simply a plastic ball that has rolled under the cabinet. Call me crazy, but I thought this wasn't supposed to happen for at least another year.

Despite his occasional (and I do mean occasional because we are suckers) attitude, he has the most compensating factors. He loves to push things around. We bought him a toy lawnmower recently because we were tired of him rearranging the living room furniture. He pushes that thing all over the house. I only wish I could teach him to work the vacuum cleaner. He also sleeps on a big boy cot at school. This, to me, is a true miracle. His daycare actually gets 8 toddlers to lie down on cots, without wooden bars surrounding the perimeter, and sleep for 2 hours everyday...AT THE SAME TIME. They all sleep. And it is the most amazing thing I have ever witnessed. I had the daycare provider email me a picture of said miracle, because I didn't believe her when she told me.


He has the ability to make me smile, when I feel like crying. I love him so very much it aches. I truly believe the saying, "to have a child, is to wear your heart on your sleeve".

Monday, June 8, 2009

Sham Wow Testimonial

One night my dear husband and I were sitting on the couch watching TV. Admittedly, we had consumed a few or five adult beverages. Anyway, I am sure you all know or have at least heard of the famous "Sham Wow". Well, as we were enjoying some late night TV, the ad for the amazing Sham Wow came across our screen. We both sat through the entire 15 hour commercial in awe. Immediately following the very long commercial, we were both convinced. We HAD to have one of those. So, quickly I dial the 800 number and am connected to an automated sales machine. After pressing 5 a little over 4,000 times and turning down numerous sales tactics to "add on the fancy floor steamer", we finally had our order placed.

Fast forward 3 weeks later: We received our set of Sham Wow's and were initially...unimpressed. Sure, they were okay. But, were they worth the hour long phone call that I contemplated hanging up on numerous times? Maybe not.

However, I am here to tell you that those things really are magical. Last night as I was preparing Levi's bed time bottle, the true test came. I had the bottle ready, 6oz of formula and 4oz of milk. I was searching for the right nipple when all of sudden---in slow motion---I saw Levi pick up the lidless bottle and throw it across the room. Usually, I would have panicked. But, I knew exactly what to do. I tossed the baby in the playpen and went for the Sham Wow! I have never seen something so small absorb so much mess. Literally, one swipe and it was all gone. Dry. That guy with the cheesy sales pitch is not lying. Those Sham Wow's will clean up any mess.

PS. They didn't pay me to say this.

Friday, March 13, 2009

My Husband is my Hero

A few days ago, my husband and I were watching the local news. There was a special report on a man that lost his electric wheelchair in a fire. To give you a little background on the man involved in the fire:

The man named "Rad" was not always confined to a wheelchair. Four years ago, he was working as a cashier in a local convenience store, when two robbers shot him. He lived, but was rendered a quadriplegic. Then only four short years later, he was driving down the road when his van caught fire. Because he had no use of his body from the chest down, he had to throw himself, literally, out of the van to keep from burning to death. Three passersby came to his rescue, by pulling him out of harm's way. However, because of the fire, he lost his electric wheelchair. This poor man must have the worst luck possible...or nine lives.

So, while watching this news story, my husband remembered the electric wheelchair that has been sitting in our garage for two years. (It belonged to his deceased grandmother) He made mention during the late night news special, that we should give that man the wheelchair, but I didn't think twice about it after that night. Then, the very next day, my husband, determined to be the good person that he has always been, called the news studio. Yesterday, with the help of the news studio, my husband delivered the chair to Rad, charged and freshly cleaned.

I can honestly say, I am married to the most generous man I have ever met. It makes me realize that his heart is truly made of gold. After all, I personally didn't think twice about helping this man, when I knew I could have easily done the same as my husband...I just didn't make the time. Make the time to help another human who is laying at the bottom of the barrel. I learned a lot yesterday. I learned that no matter how busy we are, no matter what the stress or burden we are carrying, there is always time to help another human. I am so honored that he picked me to be his wife.

You can read the article and view the news clip here: NBC NEWS ARTICLE

Friday, February 27, 2009

Its the small things

I remember a time long, long (10 months) ago, when I didn't have to make plans to swing by the grocery store, clean the house, or take a nap. Once you have a baby, you have to plan ahead for everything. For instance, last night I was appalled at how dirty my house had become in the past two weeks. I was so busy planning and then attending my husbands surprise party, I have not cleaned the house in two weeks. With three dogs and baby, two weeks is an eternity for not cleaning. But, nonetheless, we were discussing on how I was going to be able to get this big mess clean without having to worry about the baby. So, my husband agreed that he would take the baby for four hours so I can madly clean our disgusting house on day off. HA!

My point to this blog is this: before kids your life is easy. You do as you want, say what you want, take a nap when you want, clean, drink, eat, play...all at your own leisure. Its truly amazing how this completely changes once there is a baby in the picture. It also suprises me that when I was discussing having a baby with my friends, somehow, they forgot to mention this huge change I would incur....those bitches.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Chester Cheetah


You are nearly 10 months old. Everytime you smile, it warms my heart. You are the best little boy in the whole world. You play nicely by yourself, but also love to have Daddy and I there to see your accomplishments, cheering you on. You are looking more and more like a toddler, and less like my little baby. I love to see you grow. Your top two teef are coming in too. Daddy teases you and tells you that you are going to have buck teef, but I set him straight. Don't worry, mummy has your back. You are a good sleeper. A good napper. But, we have to work on this food thing. All you want to eat are Gerber Cheese Puffs. You would eat them at every meal if we let you...and I must admit, sometimes we do because we want you to eat and that is the only thing you will eat. When feeding you dinner, I have to give you puffs and sneak in bites of peas or carrots while you are opening up to insert another Cheese Puff. I try to be sneaky, but you usually catch me and cram the puff in before I get a chance. I cherish every moment I have with you even when you are grumpy. You make the cutest grumpy face, its hard to get mad. I know you are so close to walking. You pull up on everything. You have also taken a few steps here and there on your own. I think you forget that we are not holding your hand. As soon as you realize you are on your own, you sit down and wait for us to come over and hold you hand. I must admit, I am in no hurry for you to walk. I want you to stay my little baby forever. Everyday you do something new that amazes your daddy and I. I can't wait for tomorrow. We love you more than words can ever describe and are so proud that you are our son.

Mum and Dad

Monday, January 12, 2009

A Weekend Away From Baby...sort of.

This past weekend, my husband and I went to Snowshow, WV for a skiing/snowboarding getaway. My mom and dad, (aka G-Pa and Nana) kept Levi. Since, no one has ever kept Levi for more than one night, I was a little worried...not about Levi, but about them. Since the whole crawling thing started, it has become increasingly difficult to get a moments rest around him. But, they assured me, they could handle him. So, off we went.

Day 1- We spent the entire riding the mountain and enjoying little "beer stops" along the way. It was so nice to be out enjoying the fresh mountain air without worrying about nap time, bottles, and dirty diapers. A little selfish...I know. (don't shoot) That night, we had a nice quiet dinner and some more cocktails. We don't get out much. We talked about Levi, but not incessantly.

Day 2-Today we really started missing our boy. Most of the day was spent talking about his smiles, crawls and other funny, sweet things that he does throughout the day. We checked on him regularly and Nana assured me, all was well...she was a little tired and worn out, but he was an "angel". Of course he is. We still enjoyed the day together, but we were constantly talking about our boy.

Day 3-On night 2 we loaded the car, so we wouldn't have to worry about it in the morning. By now, we miss our boy so much, we can't stand to be away for one more second. At 6am on Sunday morning, we were up and out without even a cup of coffee. There was no time. We raced home (my husband screaming at me to slow down the whole way) to get him. Luckily, we got there just in time....Nana was sitting in the corner looking frazzled and humming the Barney song with a distant look in her eyes. (kidding)

Seriously, Its nice to get away for a few hours or even a night, but the whole weekend, was just too long to go without my sweet baby cuddles. We missed you, Levi Jones!

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Sleep Deprived

Levi, I know you are a growing boy and you need your sleep. Its good for all of us. Its good for your healthy mind and development. AND its good for mummy's sanity. So, please, please, please will you sleep tonight???

Your Sleepy Mummy

Friday, January 2, 2009

My Birthday

Today is my birthday. My birthday comes at a time of year, that is filled with many other celebrations. Everyone is "getting over" the Christmas hustle and beginning thier new year. I have always wanted a June birthday or some other time of year...anything but today, January 2nd. However, this year, my birthday makes me think about the birth of my own son. I know how I felt just before I delieverd him and he was born at the end of April...when there is virtually nothing to celebrate for months around. I was tired and cranky and not celebrating anything, but one hour without heartburn or mental exhaustion. I only wonder what my mother was going through this time 28 years ago. Not only did she have to "deal" with the holidays, but she had to do so while enduring the last month of a long miserable pregnancy...and she was 17 years old.

At age 27, I had my son. I cannot imagine being a mother at age 17. Knowing what I know now, I cannot imagine raising a child any sooner than now. It gives me great respect and admiration for my parents. They were so young; practically kids themselves. I don't know how they did it, but I am grateful that they did. So, I guess this is a message to say, Thank you, mom and dad for all that you have done and still do for me.