Sleeping In

So, Christmas is officially over.  Thats the bad news, the good news is that I have the week off.  It is part of my vacation at work.  Every year my boss literally shuts down the office for the week.  Its nice, it has its perks ;)  I spend months planning out what I am going to do on this week.  Organizing the house, getting paperwork in order.  I have a really long list.  So what is the problem,  I rarely get anything done.  It is already Wednesday and I have gotten maybe 5 things checked off of my list.

I rather sleep in.  Yesterday and today I slept till at least 10:30 am.  The little one hasn't been feeling well so she has been sleeping late.  So I thought might as well enjoy it while I can.  But I am not getting any of my projects done.  Better yet, right now I am writing instead of cleaning.  What else is new??  This is my escape, and right now it is my excuse.

Better get going I only have a few days left of my vacation ;)

Where's the Tape??

I had to threaten my son the other day.  It's not what you think.  I told him that I was wrapping his Christmas presents last and if there wasn't any tape left then I was going to bring his gifts back to the store.  I know it sounds harsh, but this child would use all the tape in the house if I left him alone.  Leaving me at the last minute running out to the store to get a stupid roll of tape.

My son, the inventor.  He is always coming up with something.  I walked in his room the other day and the above picture is what I found. It is a boat, I guess a house boat or something of the sort.  He is very creative. He used paper towels, newspaper, some other stuff and of course tape.  My tape, the tape that I can never find or find an empty roll in the drawer where I keep it.  He will usually say, "I didn't use a lot, come on Mom."  Am I supposed to be sympathetic to this.

I usually buy him his own roll of tape but it isn't long before that is gone and he is back at mine.  What am I going to do with this child?

I know I do need to encourage and support his antics, and I do, I just like to pick with him. One day he may invent something spectacular and make lots of money so I won't have to work anymore.  That is the goal at least ;)  So I guess I should stop giving him such a hard time about the tape.

My Shopping Buddy

My daughter loves to shop.  Yes, she is only 2 almost 3, but she loves to shop.  She is a good shopper too.  I usually let her walk around.  She sticks close by, sometimes hiding in the clothes but she never strays away from me.  She loves to look at clothes, shoes, you name it she loves it.  I love bring her shopping with me, she is so much fun.  That is until Friday.

I brought her shopping with me Friday.  I had to pick up a few more Christmas gifts (no I am not done yet).  Well we are in one of the department stores, when she grabs my hand and starts dragging me across the store.  I have no idea where she is going until she gets to the escalator, point and says "I want to go on that."  She discovered the escalator, the department store ride that all children are just mesmerized by, so adults too. So I tell her to wait a minute let me finish what I was doing and we would go.  After a lot of hesitation she finally gave in and decided to let me finish.  (Who is the boss here right?)  So I kept my promise we went on the escalator, she was happy and we continued shopping in the rest of the mall.

On the way back, we had to pass back in front of the escalators again.  I am assuming she figured that because we were done shopping that we could spend the rest of the evening riding the escalator.  I brought her twice this time thinking that I would get it out of her system.  As I am trying to walk out of the store, she puts on the breaks and refuses to move.  My one had is full of bags and the other is trying to steer her towards the exit.  I now was unwilling to give in.  I picked her up and proceeded to walk out the door.  She proceeded to throw a fit, screaming and hollering to the top of her lungs.

By the time I reached the car I was in a sweat.  She refused to get in her car seat, still screaming and hollering like I had beat her.  It was really embarrassing.  I finally get her in her car seat.  She is still screaming, halfway home decides she wanted to buckle her car seat herself.  So at a stop light I have to unbuckle her car seat for her to buckle it back.  After that she was fine.  Oh, what a day!!!!

Not so sure I will be bringing my shopping buddy out with me anytime soon.  I am still sore and recuperating from the last outing ;)

I Used To ....

remember things
have a flat tummy
not have stretch marks
be thin
not have a stack of tires around my waist
actually fit in my skinny jeans
pull all nighters without batting an eye
not be tired all the time
have a clean house
know everything ;) (still do ;)
be 20 something
not have cheerios all over my car
not have toys all over my car or house
not have to work
not worry about everything
have good hair days
have money
know what I wanted to be when I grow up
dream in color

Too bad I can't remember all the things I used to be, have or want. Actually I just thought of something else, but forgot it again. I guess that all comes with age.  Maybe one day I will realize that it is a blessing that I used to have but don't anymore.  Ten years from now I will have a whole new list to write,  it will probably be a lot shorter because I won't remember anything by then ;)

Mittens ??

Well, she is at it again. If it wasn't for my entertaining children, I would have nothing to write about.  They keep me on my toes and always have me laughing.

It is actually cold here in South Louisiana.  The other evening I pulled out the coats and a pair of pink mittens for my daughter.  She was really excited when I showed them to her.  We got her bundled up and were off to where ever it was that we were going to that evening.

Around bed time she was in her PJ's and she brings me her mittens.  She got one on but had trouble putting the other one on.  So I put on the other mitten, she went to play with her toys, with her mittens on.  Now these are mittens not gloves, there isn't much you can do with mittens.  But this is a determined child as you can read from my past post.

So later on she was asleep in bed (yes, she still sleeps in my bed, but that is besides the point.)  So I get ready for bed, fix the pillows and I notice that she is sleeping with her mittens on. My house is not that cold, not cold enough for mittens anyway.  This has to be one of the funniest things she has done lately.  This has been going on for a few weeks now, when she remembers her mittens , she has to put them on and she had been sleeping with them, playing with her toys (don't ask me how) with them.

Oh, the other night she found some gloves, she tried them out for the night.  Guess they aren't as good as her little pink mittens, because I haven't seen them since.

Finally Momma's Boy

When my son was really small he was my baby, but once he turned 18 months that was it.  I guess that is the age where they realize that they are a boy like daddy.  Mine became a real daddy's boy.  He thought his daddy hung the moon.  Even when he got hurt, he went running to his daddy.  It hurt my feelings because I always thought that boys were supposed to be momma's boys. Not mine. He even went so far at to tell me that I was the only one that would be able to hold the baby when I was pregnant with my second child.  His daddy was off limits.  Yeah, he is funny and the things that come out of his mouth even funnier.

But here lately, I think he is finally becoming a momma's boy.  He always wants to go run errands with me.  He will sit by me to watch movies, especially when he is scared.  He always includes me in everything, playing video games, watching movies.  He likes to talk to me about things, we get into deep discussions.

But the best part is when we are out running errands, he holds my hand.  At first I though it was because he didn't want to get lost.  But he is old enough to understand, plus he never used to hold my hand.  It is really sweet.  I will admit it was a little odd at first, he is not the most affectionate child.  Now, I look forward to it.  I try to make sure we have our time.  We go on dates sometimes just me and him, out to eat or to the movies.  The last movie I saw at the theatre was "Legend of the Guardians." It was my pick.  Sometimes I wish they would stay small forever.  I know I am going to miss this when he is older.

But for now he is finally momma's boy!!!  I have been waiting for sooooo long ;)

Oh Christmas Tree!!!

When I was little I sang my own version of that song.  I would circle around the Christmas tree and sing.  My kids, they don't sing, they fight and scream while trying to decorate the tree.  And me, I am fussing back at them.  There is no background music, just chaos and too many little hands. It is eventful to say the least.

The other evening I conquered the task of putting up and decorating the Christmas tree.  I really didn't have a choice.  It was supposed to happen the day before but we just didn't seem to have enough time.  My seven year old was sooooo dramatic when we told him he would have to wait another day to put up the tree.  I am not sure what the problem is.  I didn't wrap any presents yet, so I had nothing to put under the tree, yet.  It is not like Christmas would come any faster or any slower but putting it off one more day.

For me putting up the tree is exhausting.  We have a fake tree because I am to lazy to have a real one.  Actually I would probably forget to water it.  Plus I hate stringing lights and my fake one is a pre-lit.  So I have the task of taking it out of the box and making it look like a real tree.  After that I take out the unbreakable ornaments and let the kids decorate. I have a system and my kids well, they ignore me and do what they want to do, fighting the whole time.  The breakable ornaments go on last, that is my job.  My seven year old does help, he actually drives me nuts trying to help.

Well, mission accomplished with the tree, it is up and looks pretty good.  My two year old decided she was going to test me by messing with the ornaments.  I told her to leave them alone because some could break.  She looks at me and bats one, like the way a cat bats a toy. She bats the ornament, which wasn't breakable, but the one next to it was and it fell and broke.  She got in trouble, of course.  The next day she told the babysitter not to touch the tree or "momma spank your butt."  She knows too much.

I know, I am going to miss the craziness when they are older.

So that task is done, now if only I could finish my Christmas shopping, I'd be good.