Wednesday, April 30, 2008

It's in the numbers

3 - Number of times toddler has shit her pants today.

3 - Number of times the same toddler has deemed her shit pretty enough to not only draw on herself, but draw on my glass doors, floor, furniture and even throw a little in the shag carpet for good measure.

4 - Numbers of baths taken today (only 1 by me)

1 - Times the dog thought that poop would make a good afternoon snack only to throw it right back up on previously mentioned shag carpet.

2 - Number of loads of poopy laundry. And the fact that I already had a good 8 loads that also needed to be done, I am now way behind.

3 - Number of times Time Out has been used

0 - Number of times Time Out has been successful

25 - Number of times I've washed my hands

9,554 - Number of times I've walked to the refrigerator for a glass of wine only to realize that it's off limits for THE NEXT 9 MONTHS!

I'm seriously contemplating the duck tape to the diaper idea.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Because I'm not really good at keeping secrets...

Top one taken 2 hours ago, bottom taken 12 hours ago. BIG difference.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Quick Prayer Request

The father of one of my very best and oldest friends collapsed last night and is currently on a respirator. He is having continual seizures and is not expected to make it through the next 24 hours. If you could say a quick prayer for my friend and her family. She will not get a chance to say an official goodbye and is undoubtedly having a hard time dealing. Most of you probably remember how we almost lost my dad last year, so I am only trying to imagine what she is going through.


Saturday, April 19, 2008

Why I'll never win "Mother of the Year"

The other day I put Ava in the bathtub in our bathroom, she needed a bath and I needed to clean so I figured it was a win/win situation. She's taken a bath in there before, and other than the fact that it's shaped different and quite a bit larger I wasn't worried about her. She was always in my view. I peeled off for a minute to pee, (the toilet is a mere 5 feet from the tub, but in a separate room ) I didn't hear the splashing that I had heard before, and as soon as I peeked out my heart dropped. She was thrashing around, under water. The image that will haunt me is her eyes wide open, her mouth gasping for air, and her arms and legs trying to get to get to a position where she could support herself. I immediately yanked her by the arm out of the water, unafraid of the fact that I could have pulled her shoulder out of socket. I didn't even dry her off and I just held her so tight and we cried together. I shouldn't have, because my crying was a dead giveaway to her that what just happened was BAD. She couldn't have been under water for more than 5 seconds, and I'm not sure how she got there unless she just slipped, but it scared the living shit out of me. I pulled myself together, she recovered pretty quickly, in fact she was laughing as I was getting her dressed. It happened to be close enough to her nap time that I laid her down (after I knew for a fact she was okay) and went to my room and lost it.

The part that really bothers me is that something similar happened to me when I was 3. I don't remember much about my early years, but I remember this day like it was yesterday. I even remember what color my outfit was. We were getting ready to leave the pool for the day, and I was walking around the outside ledge waiting for my mom. My dad was with me, close by, but I slipped and fell straight into 9 feet of water. It wasn't 2 seconds that I was under before the lifeguards got me, but to this day my biggest fear of death is drowning. It's so bad that if there's a part of a TV show or movie that includes being submerged in water, I have to turn it off to avoid being thrown into a panic. The shows where they teach you how to escape if your car were to run into water are tattooed in the back of my brain. It's also unfortunately led me to be claustrophobic. Not bad enough that it controls my life, but makes me fearful nevertheless. I'm the girl that always knows where the exit is wherever we are, bar, restaurant, sporting event, hotel...yep I'm THAT girl.

I do think she's young enough and it's not going to have any lasting effect on her, and I even put her back in that bathtub the following day and all was fine, and I did not get up to pee this time.

On a lighter note, and since I'm so bad at posting, some pics from the following days.

Not really sure what she's doing here, but she looks damn cute doing it.

At the Blue/White Scrimmage Football Game today. We stayed all of 45 minutes and it was enough to let me know that she won't be attending any football games, this year at least.

One of many days spent at the park. God I love the park. Hours and hours of play = tired, tired child. Yes I realize she looks drunk in this pic, it's a phone pic and therefore not the greatest.

This ones another shot from my phone so again not the best but I took her to my best friends son's T-Ball game and she LOVED it. Here she is with my best friends other little boy, they sat here for at least an hour straight. I was in shock.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Wow, long overdue

I just looked down and I can't believe it's been so long since I've posted. No excuses, just tried to enjoy the warm weather last week and now we're stuck back in the cold. Boo.

We had Ava's party a week ago Saturday, and thankfully it wasn't as dramatic as we expected it to be. I complained earlier about having to invite my extended family, and because it's high time for spring break, no one outside of our immediate family was able to attend. We grilled, had some cold beverages, and the wee one was the center of attention, as always. We had 20 people and I don't know if I could have handled more than that.

Elmo is the man of the hour, and my best friend did an awesome job on his cake. The cupcakes I made were barely edible and not picture worthy so it's a good thing that I didn't try and make the cake.

Ava getting a first look at her ballons. You will notice that one of the big balloons had a 3 on it, obviously the party store messed up and gave us one set that belonged to someone else, but everyone joked that the 3 and the 2 were a celebration of my 32nd birthday. My family really knows how to melt a gals heart.

The birthday girl getting ready to blow out her candles, and blow them out she did!

Getting a first look at her new kitchen set, I think it's pretty obvious this one was a hit.

Addison helping to get all of the "stuff" organized. Too bad it lasted all of about 2.2 seconds.

Ava's first real boo boo. She tried getting on the treadmill after my nephew turned it on, obviously it didn't work out so well for her. Lucky for me it didn't phase her.

This is possibly the happiest thing that happened that day. It literally took this many people to get our old TV down because of it being up so high and the fact that the damn thing weighs about 300 pounds. This is the TV that came with the house when we bought it and has been broken since before Christmas. We ordered another one to replace this one and mama is very happy to have her living room back.

And lastly the biggest hit as far as Ava goes. It's hard to see her because my friends kids were sort of in the way, but the squeals are definately Ava's.

Happy Tax day!

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Note to self...

Please remind yourself that you sort of live in the country, and that leaving the garage door open at night may not be the smartest thing to do. Cue: husband. I came upstairs tonight, noticed that the door to the garage wasn't locked (one thing that he actually does at night, WOW what an accomplishment huh), so I opened the door to a 15 pound white possum and her babies rummaging through the shit in my garage. I'm sure the mommy possum didn't really weight 15 pounds but I didn't have time to grab my stun gun or scale, or even better I didn't have time to grab the camera. And all this went on, and naturally the dog sat and did...well, nothing. Stuck his nose in the doorway and that was it.

This is not my friend, but close enough...I'll never forget.

I will have nightmares from this, as my hair is still itching.