Toddler Swap

Seriously.

Who swapped my sweet-faced toddler with this tantrum-ing version of Chuckie!?

Some of you not familiar with Child's Play from the late 80's early 90's are all..WHA!?

Yeah, the rest of you may know what I mean.

My 3 and a half year old chubby-cheeked-ball of preciousness has turned into a little monster.

Holy bejeezus.

Someone doesn't like to be told no.

If by chance she asks something like, "can I have candy for bweckfist?!" and you tell her in your sweetest mommy voice, "sorry honey, that's not quite healthy" she turns into this tantrum-tornado who then likes to mouth-off, "THEN I DON'T LOVE YOU!"

Ouch.

You don't know how much that hurts.

Truly, I know it's just out of frustration and toddler determination, but man, just rip my heart out and serve it with fava beans and chianti why don't you?!

Another (probably incorrect) movie reference....Silence of the Lambs...come on keep up.

Anyway.

After I tell my sweet K, "oh man, that wasn't very nice to say" she continues to stoke her own fire by yelling the next threat, "well then I'm going to bite my Thumbert!"

Oh great, now she's inflicting pain on herself.

Fabulous.

How many years of therapy is this going to take!?

Still not going to let me mom? This next, "then I'm going to throw this juice cup across the room!" and not care if it hits anyone or anything!

Holy crap, who is this kid!?

And, boy do we need to channel that pitching arm into softball in a few years!

So, great, now what.

I lucked out with all 3 of my kids that they all skipped the Terrible Twos.

How did I get such angels, I'd ask the heavens.

But, each one of them has had this phase at three that truly makes me want to run away and join the circus and work with man-eating lions.

Hubby knows better to ask about my day lately.

If he comes home and I've locked myself in the bathroom to avoid getting hit by a sippy, he can figure out what's been happening.

I double-check with the preschool teachers to make sure all is okay there and she isn't stealing kids' snack or pouring sand down anyone's shirt.

She's a gem, they say.

Yaya says when she's at her house, she's fine, loving as ever.

Super.

It's just for me.

I'm so lucky.

If you stop by and I'm wearing ear plugs and a helmet, you'll know why.

A Thousand Words Thursday

November, 2005 Somewhere under the rainbow you can find sibling love.

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Eleven.

Eleven years ago today I was in labor with my first child.

13 hours and not a clue if the baby would wear pink or blue upon leaving the hospital.

Neutral was the dominating color in the Noah's Ark bedroom closet.

The glider-rocker awaited many days and nights of bonding.

The crib was oblivious that it wouldn't see much action until 2.5 years later.

Our bed had no idea it was made for 3.

The recliner was about to embark on many midnight daddy-daughter snuggles.

Our stove top would soon find out how long it took to boil bottle nipples.

The walls in our house were about to echo newborn cries.

Our hearts were ready to be filled with love we never knew existed.

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Today I'm am overwhelmed how fast the time has gone.

I have a beautiful, super-smart, almost-as-tall-as-I-am daughter who I couldn't be more proud of.

I look through scrapbooks of the memories of her first birthday, her first tooth, her first steps, her first day of school, her first best friend and weep a little.

A good healthy, love-filled weep.

Not only are her birthdays filled with presents, friends, slumber parties, cake, pizza, and all about her...

...they are a little about me too.

My memories, my aging, my growing up along side of her.

While I'm sure she loves getting older, I struggle to stop time and just hold on to these moments a little longer.

When we can snuggle on the couch, or share a laugh.

Because the next eleven will be here before you know it.

High school. College.

I can't go there.

Not now.

For now, we celebrate your birthday with a day off from school.

How many kids can say that?

For now, we'll eat pizza, cake, go mini-golfing and shopping like you wish for.

I love you my big girl!

Hiding in My Cave

This week has been so incredibly blah.

And by blah, I mean, I'm eating like there's no tomorrow.

I mean comfort food is the only thing getting me through the week.

I can't stay awake for all the funny shows.

Each night I'm awakened on the couch by hubby telling me to go to bed.

And, it's like 9:30pm.

Is it the time change?

I'm thinking it is.

My youngest is rising by the light of day and falling asleep at 6pm.

My Boy's soccer coached called practice at 5:15pm for lack of daylight.

It's totally making me tired way too early.

So far "standard time" can suck it.

Do you think black-out shades in the morning and sun-lamps at night will help?

Makes me just want to hide out in my cave even more.

Did you know a few of my friends truly think i'm a hermit.

They worry about me and the relationship I have with my computer.

Like it's my only outlet to the outside world.

It is.

More and more lately.

You see, I'm totally getting social anxiety.

Bailing on social events for stupid things like lacking a cute outfit, not really knowing what to say, or just being away from home.

I'm more into writing...and texting.

I feel far more confident doing that than talking.

I texted Hubby last night at the dinner table to tell him his BBQ'ed chicken was fantastic!

He texted back "KEWL."

And then I said, "<3" and he was offended because he thought I was giving the chicken a less than 3 grade on a scale of 1-10.

"No honey that means LOVE, it's a heart if you turn it."

He texted a smile and said, "we're wasting minutes doing this."

So anyway.

I guess I need a vitamin boost to get me adjusted to this time change.

And, to get out more in the real world.

Okay, so...someone call me and invite me out. ;)

I'll leave my cell phone at home.

A Thousand Words Thursday

November, 2000 DQ turned two this year. Her FAVORITE toy she got for her birthday was her tea set. Whether she had someone to "drink it" with or not, she could play tea party for hours, days, months. This year she is turning 11. This year she will be 11 on 11/11. She told us, "it would have been so cool to be born in 2000. Then i'd be 11 on 11/11/11. Oh and no more tea sets, big girl is asking for an iPod. *sigh*

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I'm a Non-Neat

So I just got back from lunch with a friend.

And what am I doing?

Eating Frosted Flakes.

Straight from the box.

You should see the crumbs in the keyboard.

Speaking of crumbs, the candy wrapper issue in my car is careening out of control.

It's so hard being a non-neat.

What's even harder?

Being married to a non-neat.

I truly have aspirations to be tidy and organized, I really do.

But in reality, we're the messy family.

Our car mimicks our home on a daily basis.

Not unclean or unhealthy, just cluttery.

Unfortunately our kids have inherited the finish and toss rule.

I get angry, but they come by it honestly.

You should see K and My Boy's room.

All 6000 legos are on the floor.

I ask them to clean it, they start and then come out 10 minutes later to share their newest lego-creation.

They have a knack for structures, I'll give them that.

But, cleaning up...not so much.

Don't look at my desk.

It's organized.

My way.

I really know where everything is on it...and under it....and next to it.

Don't get me confused with hoarder though.

I don't have that problem.

Yet.

If It's November, Christmas is Around the Corner...AHH!

November?! Already?!

Well, I knew it was coming.

Yesterday was October 31 for pete's sake.

It's all going to be a blur for the next few months.

Food, turkey, mashed potatoes, candied yams.

Only 54 days until Christmas...oh mah gawd!

I'm not ready for it.

I'm going to hibernate, I'll be back March first.

I walked by the workers in Target putting out the Christmas lights and whispered, "this is nuts!" and I didn't think she heard me, but she replied, "yeah and it'll be 75% off on December 26th."

Have I done any Christmas shopping yet?

That's a big fat no.

Anyone who shops for Christmas in July can just take their brownie button and ...well...wear it.

I'm last-minute-lucy and dang proud.

Haven't made anyone go, "uh...thanks" with a disgusted look on their face yet.

Oh and now where do we go for our family Christmas photo?

Fireplace has been the locale for too many years now.

We need to get outside, jeans and red and green shirts (girls-red, boys green).

But, even before the best food holidays approach I have a sleepover to plan for 7 11-year-olds!

Talk about hard to please.

I've got to find alternate housing for My Boy and K that night.

Hubs and I may get banished to the garage.

Don't mind me these next few months...I'll be the one huddled in the corner.