24 September 2011

18 months



Yep, he is 18 months today and we are still all civil and living under the same roof. Chuck celebrated 18 months with a bang today. From the second he woke up at 5:45, he was crying. Luckily daddy was home because if he wasn't Chuck would be home alone and I would be in a bar drinking or in the bathroom shooting cocaine.

I ran over some big bolt last week so we went to Sams to get my tire fixed. Chuck enjoyed running around Sams. I did not. He wanted to run as fast as he could but we still aren't a perfect runner. I think I aged another 10 years in that store. It took them two hours.... two hours with a 18 month old is not fun. Yes dad was there but we all know there is a little attachment problem so the thought of anyone touching the poor kid while mom is around is crazy. I did try and get a video of him running. Right when I turned on the camera, Chuck decided to stop running and sit down. Unfortunately the cart he tried to sit on was just bars on the side with no flooring in the middle so he took a spill. Somehow I got it on tape. You might have to play the beginning over and over.


After Sams we went to Wellsfest and listened to music. Chuck refused to sit on our blanket and insisted on sitting in his stroller and peeling bark off the tree. Apparently he didn't enjoy the weather as much as we did.

On the way home, Chuck fell asleep even though we tried everything under the sun to keep him awake. When we got home, he refused to take a nap. The crying and fussiness got so intense that we just had to put him in the crib and let him cry for a while. He finally got a little tiny nap.

Tomorrow daddy goes to work. Please pray for the two of us. If tomorrow is going to be anything like today we need several prayers or margaritas. I can totally see how there are housewives out there that become alcoholics. I think my job is the only thing that is keeping me away from the bottle. Fortunately, I don't have time to drink.

We will also need prayers for the month of October. Daddy works every single weekend.... yep, you guessed it. It is just the two of us for the month of October. "Just the two of us, we can make it if we (don't cry)." .... A little change to the words of that song.

Chuck and I may venture to Germanfest tomorrow.... If I am feeling brave and our teething is under control.

19 September 2011

Stickers



Our new obsession.





18 September 2011

No naps = no fun



Mr. Grumpy has been stationed at our house lately. It all started two weeks ago when Chuck was petting a dog and I thought it was going to snap at him. I pulled him away. He started crying because he wanted to play with the doggie. Ever since then he has been seeking revenge. It has been constant whining in our house. I am about to go crazy. Friday we got home from school and he was just extra whiny. Of course my day was bad ( have I mentioned I hate my students this year) and Chuck just kept going and going. He wanted me to pick him up but wanted to get down all at the same time. Ugh. I just went in the kitchen and sat on the floor and cried. Chuck came in and gave me a hug and laid his head on my shoulder for a good 3 minutes. It was just all too much for me. I composed myself and continued dealing with Chucks whining. Later, he didn't want to go to bed and I just burst out crying while I was rocking him. I think it scared him and made him sad so we were both just rocking and sobbing together. At least we are there for each other! HA.

The little tyke is fighting naps on the weekends. He has been such a good napper up until now. He refused to nap today. In fact, I got his entire nap on tape today. This is how long his nap was today....


Also, Laney drew us a picture. She refers to Chuck screaming. Fortunately, when he is at Granna and Bob Bob's, the screaming is not crying. His screaming when he is in Mobile is more of a explosion of joy. Not sure why we are frowning in the picture. Maybe Laney knows how we have felt lately!

13 September 2011

50 Rules for Dads of Daughters


1. Love her mom. Treat her mother with respect, honor, and a big heaping spoonful of public displays of affection. When she grows up, the odds are good she’ll fall in love with and marry someone who treats her much like you treated her mother. Good or bad, that’s just the way it is. I’d prefer good.

2. Always be there. Quality time doesn’t happen without quantity time. Hang out together for no other reason than just to be in each other’s presence. Be genuinely interested in the things that interest her. She needs her dad to be involved in her life at every stage. Don’t just sit idly by while she add years to her… add life to her years.


3. Save the day. She’ll grow up looking for a hero. It might as well be you. She’ll need you to come through for her over and over again throughout her life. Rise to the occasion. Red cape and blue tights optional.


4. Savor every moment you have together. Today she’s crawling around the house in diapers, tomorrow you’re handing her the keys to the car, and before you know it, you’re walking her down the aisle. Some day soon, hanging out with her old man won’t be the bees knees anymore. Life happens pretty fast. You better cherish it while you can.


5. Pray for her. Regularly. Passionately. Continually.


6. Buy her a glove and teach her to throw a baseball. Make her proud to throw like a girl… a girl with a wicked slider.


7. She will fight with her mother. Choose sides wisely.


8. Go ahead. Buy her those pearls.


9. Of course you look silly playing peek-a-boo. You should play anyway.


10. Enjoy the wonder of bath time.


11. There will come a day when she asks for a puppy. Don’t over think it. At least one time in her life, just say, “Yes.”


12. It’s never too early to start teaching her about money. She will still probably suck you dry as a teenager… and on her wedding day.


13. Make pancakes in the shape of her age for breakfast on her birthday. In a pinch, donuts with pink sprinkles and a candle will suffice.


14. Buy her a pair of Chucks as soon as she starts walking. She won’t always want to wear matching shoes with her old man.


15. Dance with her. Start when she’s a little girl or even when she’s a baby. Don’t wait ‘til her wedding day.


16. Take her fishing. She will probably squirm more than the worm on your hook. That’s OK.


17. Learn to say no. She may pitch a fit today, but someday you’ll both be glad you stuck to your guns.


18. Tell her she’s beautiful. Say it over and over again. Someday an animated movie or “beauty” magazine will try to convince her otherwise.


19. Teach her to change a flat. A tire without air need not be a major panic inducing event in her life. She’ll still call you crying the first time it happens.


20. Take her camping. Immerse her in the great outdoors. Watch her eyes fill with wonder the first time she sees the beauty of wide open spaces. Leave the iPod at home.


21. Let her hold the wheel. She will always remember when daddy let her drive.


22. She’s as smart as any boy. Make sure she knows that.


23. When she learns to give kisses, she will want to plant them all over your face. Encourage this practice.


24. Knowing how to eat sunflower seeds correctly will not help her get into a good college. Teach her anyway.


25. Letting her ride on your shoulders is pure magic. Do it now while you have a strong back and she’s still tiny.


26. It is in her nature to make music. It’s up to you to introduce her to the joy of socks on a wooden floor.


27. If there’s a splash park near your home, take her there often. She will be drawn to the water like a duck to a puddle.


28. She will eagerly await your return home from work in the evenings. Don’t be late.


29. If her mom enrolls her in swim lessons, make sure you get in the pool too. Don’t be intimidated if there are no other dads there. It’s their loss.


30. Never miss her birthday. In ten years she won’t remember the present you gave her. She will remember if you weren’t there.


31. Teach her to roller skate. Watch her confidence soar.


32. Let her roll around in the grass. It’s good for her soul. It’s not bad for yours either.


33. Take her swimsuit shopping. Don’t be afraid to veto some of her choices, but resist the urge to buy her full-body beach pajamas.


34. Somewhere between the time she turns three and her sixth birthday, the odds are good that she will ask you to marry her. Let her down gently.


35. She’ll probably want to crawl in bed with you after a nightmare. This is a good thing.


36. Few things in life are more comforting to a crying little girl than her father’s hand. Never forget this.


37. Introduce her to the swings at your local park. She’ll squeal for you to push her higher and faster. Her definition of “higher and faster” is probably not the same as yours. Keep that in mind.


38. When she’s a bit older, your definition of higher and faster will be a lot closer to hers. When that day comes, go ahead… give it all you’ve got.


39. Holding her upside down by the legs while she giggles and screams uncontrollably is great for your biceps. WARNING: She has no concept of muscle fatigue.


40. She might ask you to buy her a pony on her birthday. Unless you live on a farm, do not buy her a pony on her birthday. It’s OK to rent one though.


41. Take it easy on the presents for her birthday and Christmas. Instead, give her the gift of experiences you can share together.


42. Let her know she can always come home. No matter what.


43. Remember, just like a butterfly, she too will spread her wings and fly some day. Enjoy her caterpillar years.


44. Write her a handwritten letter every year on her birthday. Give them to her when she goes off to college, becomes a mother herself, or when you think she needs them most.


45. Learn to trust her. Gradually give her more freedom as she gets older. She will rise to the expectations you set for her.


46. When in doubt, trust your heart. She already does.


47. When your teenage daughter is upset, learning when to engage and when to back off will add years to YOUR life. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.


48. Ice cream covers over a multitude of sins. Know her favorite flavor.


49. This day is coming soon. There’s nothing you can do to be ready for it. The sooner you accept this fact, the easier it will be.


50. Today she’s walking down the driveway to get on the school bus. Tomorrow she’s going off to college. Don’t blink.

Happy Grandparents Day



Happy Grandparents Day! Chuck had a celebration at school with cookies. Unfortunately, Granna, Bob Bob, Marmee, and Poppy are all far away. Fortunately, he had no idea. Chuck did make some beautiful gifts for everyone. We have two gifts......

A nice card with a poem and a handprint flower.


And a green cardboard thingy ( it could possibly go around a flower pot, I guess). The green cardboard thingy has a handprint on it and a poem.

Your guess is as good as mine on what in heavens name this green thing is.

Here's the deal. I will make it fair. Since obviously the green thing is the most prized possession, it will be given to the first set of grandparents that can get here to visit. The card will be given to the second set of grandparents that arrive for a visit. Don't hurt yourself jumping for this opportunity to own a green cardboard thingy. Ready, set, go!

Oh, and we officially did tinkle number three in our dinosaur potty. We were trying to go number two in the potty but things just weren't moving along ( if you catch my drift).

Um, other than that things are the same. Chuck and I continue to drive each other crazy every afternoon, we think daddy still lives with us, and the cats are still alive.

We have been fighting impetigo ( it is a very common bacterial infection, usually on the face) on Chuck's scalp for almost 3 months. We were seeing some light at the end of the tunnel but we are back to square one. Ugh, so Chuck is tired of scratching his head. I am tired of washing everything that has ever contacted his hair, and I am pretty sure daycare is tired of seeing this greasy hair little boy walking around. Sooner or later it is going to have to find another breeding ground other than my child's scalp. Unfortunately, impetigo is found on infants in very unhealthy living conditions.... really? My child has had a bath and hair wash every single night since he was 5 months old. My child is anything but dirty. Whatever.

Midterms start tomorrow. I am prepared for my students to flunk the tests. At least, we are halfway through the first quarter.

10 September 2011

Vanished





I know, I know.... where have I been , right? You don't want to know but it rhymes with "bell".

This is going to be a very jumpy blog because there is so much to catch you up on.

First off, Chuck's haircut.... His hair is like a weed. The only way could trim his hair so he could see was let him watch Elmo while in his car with his milk. I got half of it cut. Oh well, the little guy is so fast he is pretty much a blur anyway.

Chuck and I went home for Labor Day because daddy had to work ( I know shocking.) He really is easier to travel with especially since he has his DVD player. It makes the drive easier. The only necessities for a trip are clothes, sippy cup, and diapers. Of course, we take some food ( just in case) and some toys but those are just extras.

This week I got this daily report from daycare (sorry it is sideways). The important part of it is the part that says: "Chuck is starting to talk a lot. Sat on potty twice but no luck. Chuck is starting to fight." What! My child is a fighter. They say it is actually what all the kids in the class are going through because the 8 of them are all within one month of each other. She said he doesn't know what he is doing but he does get time out. It's not the wrestling, it is the hitting that they were worried about. So we are addressing that at home. The only person he hits at home is me and I don't think he has any clue.


We had talked about potty training at Chuck's parent teacher conference but then the decided they would do two girls first because they are easier. I didn't really start at home. We just talked about it. This kid is potty training himself. He has started getting upset if he has poopy in his diaper and they said at school he starts whining if he tinkles. At home, he will grab his diaper and say "poop". I tell him to go to the potty. In Mobile, we got to the potty in time to get the last "pooplet" in the toilet ( I know TMI). The pooplet was a big deal because we waved it goodbye and had a rather nice celebration.

He has tinkled twice in his potty in the past three days. The first time he cried because I think he did something wrong. The second time he let himself celebrate a little bit. Every night before we get in the bathtub, I take Chuck's diaper off and let him sit on the potty, watch Elmo ( or the news) and read his books. This is a picture of our potty time. ( He pulled it into the den so I decided that it was a good idea and next to plenty of distractions.


Today we went to the Muscadine Festival in Pelahatchie, MS. We went with my friend Heather and baby Molly. Heather and Molly camped out on a blanket while Chuck ran ( fast) around in circles. He did get to pet a camel and a bunny and got to see a horses, goats, and ducks. There was music, arts and crafts, and open space. Ricky Skaggs was playing but we just didn't make. It was a nice waste of a day which is exactly what we were looking for.

Of course we had to get some lemonade. We all know Chuck's obsession with extra large lemonades. He enjoyed boogying a little to the music.

On the way home, we had to stop at CVS for some things. Of course we had to by the Fisher Price little people car wash/gas station. We didn't let go of that box for about an hour. You should have seen us walking out of CVS. I was holding Chuck facing outwards with his feet dangling and this big old box right out in front of him. He wouldn't put it down in the car either. ( It came with a puppy dog.... that might be why we had such an obsession.)


When we got home, we spent some time on Ginger's porch. We played a quick little game of hide and seek. What a goofball.


28 August 2011

Mondays



I have a case of the Mondays. This is the first time in four years that I have cried because I have to go to school tomorrow. I have enjoyed the last three years teaching but my students this year are sucking every living breath out of me. I have never disliked a class as much as I dislike this one. I feel sick right now. I don't know if it is because I am dreading going to work tomorrow or if it is from exhaustion.

There is overcrowding in our district and since our school has a few empty rooms, we will be receiving over 100 new students tomorrow. There will be 3 new kindergarten classes showing up ( along with new teachers) and one more first grade class. Along with the kindergarteners and first graders come their siblings. I am hoping that these parents were responsible enough to skip a few years before having children so that I do not get any new students. I will NOT be happy. ( ha, that sounds like I am happy to begin with.) Although I have tests that I need to write and are due tomorrow morning. I am for the first time saying "No", I don't have them. I will give them to you when I have time and if I feel like it. I am going to bed.

The only thing that makes it better is that my baby ( not so much baby).... my little boy gives the best darn kisses in town for sure.