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11月30日 These Stitches Are Driving Me CrazyYeah, I can't handle a couple little stitches....keeping them dry is a pain, trying to not use that left hand is impossible (especially when driving and diaper changing), and the bruise keeps changing shape - one day it looks like the former Soviet Union, and now it looks like the state of Texas!! I am really getting tempted to use the tweezers the ER doctor was talking about to take them out myself.....with the amount of antibiotics I am on it shouldn't be too bad. Toddler is currently playing a "marble" game with the 6 remaining tangerines. He assures me that it will make them "juicier" and better tasting. I think I might have to throw them in the garden. (I would be making a compost bin about now, but have been banned by HUBBY from using tools unless he is here to supervise. Like he doesn't cut his hand open at least every other week at work.) This is the first time I have done this in YEARS, and the first accident that required stitches!! Next week starts the swarm of activities!!! Monday we find out how much preschool he gets, Tuesday and Wednesday are Dr. Appointments for me, and Thursday and Friday are the TRAIN!!! The following week is a slow week and then the week of the 17th things pick up again as I prepare for my Lasik eye surgery. I am so excited about that I could pee...seriously the thought of not having to worry about where my glasses are, or if Toddler is going to smear them with peanut butter or stickers is glorious. Plus the fact that I can just go places without my stinking glasses will be a miracle in and of itself!!! And it is short and fast and recovery is quick. All the things I LOVE. So I guess relatively I don't have too much longer for these stitches to drive me crazy. They can come out on Monday afternoon....hopefully I can wait that long...and with Toddler off to Oregon then I can get a LOT of last minute Christmas prep done without interruption!! Pure Bliss I tell you, Pure Bliss!! 11月28日 Finding A Little Inner PeaceCALMNESS IN OUR LIVES:
I am sharing this with you because it definitely works, and we could all use a little more calmness in our lives. By following simple advice heard on the Dr. Phil show, you too can find inner peace. Dr. Phil proclaimed, "The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started and have never finished." So, I looked around my house to see all the things I started and hadn't finished. And before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of White Zinfandel, a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream, a bottle of Kahlua, a package of Oreos, the remainder of my old Prozac prescription, the rest of the cheesecake, some Doritos and a box of chocolates. You have no idea how freaking good I feel. Things that make me go hmmmm.....Today was a busy day of errand running and beautification. I got my hair whacked by my favorite stylist in the world, got a smoking deal on shampoo and conditioner that never goes on sale, found a hair dryer that won't set my hair ablaze every morning, and got a bunch of Christmas gifts crossed off my list. A few things struck me as odd though, like the GIANT BLOW UP of Elvis at a car lot advertising some sale they were having. It made me wonder if he would be appaled at the use of his image, or proud that an enormous likeness of him was on the side of the road. I also wonder what his family thinks of all of that....I mean it would have to kind of suck to be driving along and see your dad like that.
My hand is better although it is still bruised to high hell and the stitches are bugging the HELL out of me. I am annoyed that I am not supposed to use the dang thing, and that I am not supposed to get it wet for long periods of time. But that is what I get for being a MORON again.
Toddler has a bit of cabin fever I think. He is racing about screaming like a maniac. It isn't even like we are feeding him bad, it is just this damn weather with it so cold and wet and dreary I can't get him outside to run off the extra energy. Hopefully that mini trampoline will show up here any day, and then he can just jump himself into a tizzy.
I am off to shop some more. I think one more shop and I am good to go. But probably not, I know I am forgetting someone or something. And that insanity will probably lead to another "incident" with some sharp implement pretty soon. But lets hope not, Lord knows I need 2 hands to wrap gifts for Christmas.
11月26日 Dadddy Always Said......"Use the right tool for the job" Not that I didn't listen to that. But sometimes I can't find a hammer and a high heel works just as well to hang those 40 framed photos of toddler as the hammer would. Last night I would have been smart to heed that advice, and I think I have learned my lesson.
I was working on some crafts for Christmas gifts and trying to remove a piece of it with kitchen shears. They were handy, it wasn't a huge thing to remove and it should have been easy. (Easy for someone who wasn't exhausted and didn't have a half naked toddler attached to their leg.) But of course I kept plugging along determined to get things done before the maddness that is December starts. HA HA HA.
I stabbed my hand with those shears and cut clear through to the muscle. I spent 3 hours in the ER to get 2 stitches. Some antibiotics, and pain meds. They will be in for 10 - 14 days, and I am supposed to rest my hand and keep it dry. It was odd to have Hubby have to shower me and dress me like a 3 year old. Hopefully by the end of the week my hand won't hurt so bad, and I can resume some normal activities. (Like get my wedding ring back on.)
So use the right tool for the job. And don't be an idiot like me and end up spending a perfectly good Sunday evening in the ER, with all the other fools who need stitches.
PS - To the little Mister in the bed next to me, you were a CHAMPION for taking all of that, especially around your eye. You are one brave 2 year old man!! 11月24日 The Most Ridiculous Time Of The YearTwo days after Thanksgiving, and I am spent. Already sick of the holiday hullabaloo and the 50 questions of "What do you want for Christmas?" which then leads into "What do you want for your birthday?" When I was a little girl it was always the same list. Dear Santa, This year I have been an incredibly good girl, doing all my chores and being nice to my little brother. For Christmas I would like: World Peace, A Pony, A Doll.....Love always, Faith Somehow it was easier then. I always asked for that pony, I am afraid if I asked for it now I would get Butterscotch The Pony. That thing would not only scare the shit out of me, it would scare the dogs, husband and probably violate ate least three of the Homeowner's Association Rules. So as I sit here stumped as to what to ask for, I am further reminded of the fact that quickly approaching are Christmas and my birthday then bam it is all over until next year. I don't feel left out or anything, but somehow it makes the Holiday Blues that much more blue when everything has come all at one time. It just even seems ridiculous that I should be complaining about this....there are so many people in the world that legitimately need and WANT things like food and clothing and shelter. Asking for your gifts to help them though only ends up with rude comments and a pile of crap that you can't return. So I am perplexed as to what to do....I will sit here and ponder it all over some drinks....that will make it all clearer I am sure!! 11月23日 StuffedWe ate so much Turkey last night that we forgot to leave room for pie!! The horror!! (At least I know that we all went to bed with stomachs full of GOOD food for once.) Dinner was a hit and there are enough left overs for us to get through to Monday before Hubby goes ballistic on me about needing a steak or a pizza.
All went well, despite a horrid migraine, I managed to get it all done. Father In Law ate a bunch too, which means that it was good, although next time I will leave the flax seed meal out of the rolls so the bread hogs will eat more.
I am exhausted today though!! Hubby and Toddler are doing the outside Christmas lights now, it should take them a couple of hours to do, and then it is on to the tree and the inside. Which takes a long time - because the tree is fake and 10 years old and a pain in the ass to assemble....one color coded branch at a time - and then it has to be strung with lights (which only Hubby can do, because "there is just a certain way you do it Faith.") and then decorated with the 2 million ornaments that I have that are all so fragile that Toddler can't help, he can only watch. I should have planned that better. Maybe Hubby will distract him with the Wii then.
So I am off with my stuffed self to find something productive to do. It is way too cold to be outside (30 degrees!!!) Even if the sun is out I am not having any part of that. Maybe I will finish up some sewing projects and see if I can't find a decent mitten pattern in the meantime. Lord knows I have more yarn in my stash than should be legal!! 11月21日 The Holiday RushTomorrow officially starts the Christmas season. Thanksgiving Dinner ends and all of it begins....for most people....I have been shopping and stowing gifts since August, because I honestly HATE shopping in December for anything. Plans for us start for where we will be when and who we will be with and the calendar becomes a complete mass of pink and black sharpie plans.
Not that I mind. It is really nice to have the darkest month of the year crammed full of things to keep us busy...but at the same time it takes my anxiety to a whole new level of "HOLY SHIT!! I WILL NEVER HAVE THIS RIGHT!!" It is the supermom/superwoman syndrome. All women have it, mine is just magnified for whatever reason.
We will do our annual Christmas train ride with my in laws on the 7th. We will decorate the house on Black Friday. Toddler and I will bake endless amounts of cookies this year, because he loves helping in the kitchen now and it keeps him from the blood curdling screaming that he does so well. And on December 24th we will race to Oregon to be with the families on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day and then race home the day after Christmas to prepare for New Years.
Then on New Year's day the decorations will come down, and the house willl be back to normal. And life will once again be normal and non race like. Which will be good. Because after a month and a half of racing to and fro you really do need a few weeks to rest.
You know like needing a vacation from your vacation. 11月20日 Criss Cross ApplesauceI never have understood that saying. But whatever, today it has a new meaning, it means that the prior day was HORRIBLE. I don't know if it was the early morning wake up call, the being home all day, or what. But Toddler was hell bent on destruction. Climbing on the back of the sofa alongside the plate glass picture window, doing forward rolls down the back of the sofa and on to the floor. Watching him was like watching the guys on Jackass trying to hurt themselves. Not to mention the screaming the high pitched blood curdling screaming that started at one and didn't end until he fell asleep at 7:30 PM. Then hubby came home and jerked the new satellite remote out of my hand and started screwing around with it. I wouldn't have been bothered by it normally, but it had been a BAD day...and he is more concerned about the FUCKING DVR than what had happened during the day. So hopefully today will prove to be better. If not I am going to start drinking now and not stop until the liquor cabinet is dead empty. That should take I don't know how long....but at least it will keep me from killing anyone in the next 12 days. Maybe I should ask Santa to bring me a nanny for Christmas so I can go back to work and deal with stupid office politics. No. That would be bad. We only have a little more time before he is off to school for ever. Although some days it feels like that might never happen. 11月19日 Japan fleet sets off to hunt humpbacks - World environment- msnbc.comI was reading this article this morning: Japan fleet sets off to hunt humpbacks - World environment- msnbc.com and not only am I horrified that Japan is HUNTING whales in the name of "science". I was surprisingly entertained by the article as well. How? You ask, can you be ENTERTAINED by something so horrific and vulgar? HOW? Are you drinking already? Did you not get enough sleep? No. None of these. I think that this little passage would quite sum it up for you all: Families waved little flags emblazoned with smiling whales and the crew raised a toast with cans of beer, while a brass band played “Popeye the Sailor Man.” I really think that BASED on that....the fact that they think the whales are HAPPY, that they are drinking BEER, and that their theme song is from an AMERICAN cartoon from the early 20th century (that is completely moronic, violent, and STUPID) I think that their chances of catching a couple of whales are not too good. Especially when they are being chased by the Greenpeace people. That alone has to prove a GREAT big distraction - all of those naked white hippes stinking of patchouli. But we will see what happens. All kidding aside, this does prove to be a moral conflict for me. As I cannot boycott Japanese products entirely, they provide my livelihood. And boycotting the country that makes the very product that you sell can prove to be difficult when you are trying to make a living. 11月18日 A Paper Towel Diaper Will Show MeAt work today with hubby Toddler was helping label parts and put them out on the shelves. We took pictures and joked that he did a better job than the "adults" that worked there. When he was done he raced about the store - it was so dead today you could have taken a nap on the filthy carpet and nothing would have happened - while I straightened shelves and re-hung pants. Then he disappeared.
A disappearing Toddler usually means 1) a giant mess is being made 2) major internet shopping is being done or 3) he is pooping himself. I had a hunch that it was number 3, and I was right. When I asked him if he was pooping he of course said no and stopped. Hubby raced him to the bathroom in a (lame assed) attempt to get him to go on the toilet. It didn't work out too well.
Toddler didn't want to put his pull up back on, and raced out of the bathroom and into the office. (Of course we had two customers in the showroom at that moment.) So in the office he frantically searched for a non existant diaper or pull up (we are down to 10 and when we are done I am never buying one again) screaming while doing it.
When I walked in he yells at Hubby, "I WANT A PAPER TOWEL DIAPER!! I'LL SHOW YOU GUYS!!"
I walked back out laughing so hard I almost peed my pants.
The paper towel didn't last more than 5 minutes. Now that we are home he put on underwear and fresh pants. Maybe this will be the end of it all, but I am not holding my breath. We do have 12 days until we have to be anywhere, and I think that is more than enough time to win the battle of the toilet this time. 11月16日 So Over ItWhen we got the diagnosis of Asperger's I was devestated. I mean I know that it wasn't the end of the world, it wasn't the worst thing that the doctors could have told us, but it wasn't what I wanted for my child. You want this child to have a great perfect life...and be a perfect little child with no challenges to face along the way.
I've spent a lot of the time over the past few weeks mourning in a way. Whining, complaining being a general pain in the ass. But I realized today that isn't accomplishing anything. Sure it is the normal process of things. But how the hell is it HELPING? And it sure as FUCK has to be annoying you all.
So, starting today I am going to enjoy every minute of time I have with Toddler. If he wants to lay on the floor and watch the wheels of the trains I am going to do the same. If he wants to watch Tom & Jerry upside down on the couch I will do the same. I want to gain some PERSPECTIVE and INSIGHT into his little head, and see what he is seeing, plus see if I can't have some fun with him in the process.
We don't find out what kind of preschool he qualifies for until December 3rd. So that means it will probably be the first of the year before he starts that. Which is good, because our holiday season is always filled with MANY activities. The first of which is the Holiday Ride on the Daylight in Oregon with Grannie and Pop Pop. And ends with my birthday and the New Year.
I apologize for being an annoying whining weiner. I plan on turning things around. For Toddler and my sanity both. I think it will be a fun ride for all of us. 11月14日 Libby Ain't Got Nothin On MeEver since I bought the book Deceptively Delicious I have been crazed. No drunken with the possibilities of the purees that I could add to the food that we eat, not to mention the mouth watering recipies that are in the cookbook. I have been prepping and pureeing every fall vegetable to the extreme. Our inside freezer went from a plethora of Sponge Bob and Scooby Doo Push Up Pops, to a veritable vegetable extravaganzza!!
Hubby thinks maybe I need some Rehab (Hence the Amy Winehouse video) or some fast food. I think that this whole thing feels great. So far, I have made the carrot cupcakes, scrambled eggs with cauliflower, Aloha Chicken Kebabs (YUMO!!), "Buttered" Noodles, Burgers 1, and there is so much more that I can't wait to make. I have also made pumpkin pies out the yang. I have also eaten all said pumpkin pies, WITHOUT gaining an ounce mind you, and am still craving more.....maybe it is a vitamin deficancy. Or maybe I really do need some REHAB. But what would that entail? A week at McDonald's University?
I am stocked for the pumpkin shortage. I am sure that one is coming. I know I can make scones and pie, I should look for a good soup recipe too. If I really took the initative I am quite certain I would be able to put the Libby people out of business...but then again, taking the initative would take away from my puree time. And I am not willing to give that little habit up just yet. 11月13日 I Love That ToddlerI couldn't be more excited that Toddler comes home tomorrow. A week without him has been a LONG time. Sure I have enjoyed the no yelling and screaming, and being able to watch "Grown Up" television, and dinners out with my husband. It was nice to have just the quiet too.
But I missed the hugs, and snuggles and kisses at night before bed. And the 3 am squeezing between Hubby and I to "get warmer" (nevermind he has the WARMEST bed and room in the house.) and the baths that I can't take alone. I have even missed the yelling to see the trains when I am running an errand.
Someone mentioned that was pathetic. But it isn't. I am a MOM it is my job to put up with all of this no matter how crazy somedays it makes me, and it is okay that I miss him and call him 5 times to talk to him and tell him I miss him. And some days here are hard...really hard in the depths of winter grey. But you know what I think I just need to change my expectations, and perspective and enjoy this time I have with him.
I mean before too long he'll be off worrying about impressing someone's parent's for the holidays, and I will be worrying about what time he is coming home!! 11月10日 DOT....DOT....DOT????"Did she come up to eat when you fed them this morning?"
"Yeah, she was the first one up. Jumping out at me like a wild fish or something. Why? What's wrong?"
"She's laying on the bottom again...all weird like, just looking at me, and the other fish are swimming around her like vultures in wait for roadkill to die."
"Well, maybe she's going to die then and we can flush her before he gets home."
"Do you think he'll notice?"
"I think as long as it isn't Rodney or the Pugs he won't notice."
We have these fish - 6 feeder goldfish to be exact - that we have had since Toddler turned 1 and a little bit. (Because we were stupid ass parents and bought fancy ass tropicals that died in like 3 weeks first instead of the NEVER SAY DIE 25 cent feeder goldfish. Honestly we like to WASTE our MONEY first.) Dot is like one of our favorites. She is white with a giant orange dot on her forehead. And the only one not to change from Orange to White to Orange 400 times a year. And she is friendly too, following you about when you get near the tank, or when you feed them.
She hasn't had her dorsal fin for a while. I don't know if it was a filter accident, or if someone got in a smackdown with her, but she has managed just fine without it. And until a couple nights ago she was her chipper old self. Last night we noticed she was laying on the blue gravel. "SHE'S DEAD!! NO WAIT, FALSE ALARM." Was the mantra for most of our exciting Friday evening. We thought surely by this morning she would be a floater. ("Faith, when fish die they float." He told me. Like I haven't had aquariums my WHOLE life. Like my fish in high school didn't all decide to "float" on Prom night or anything.) But she wasn't.
This afternoon she looks iffy, her belly is all torn up like she has been in a back alley fight, and her breathing is slow and labored. But every time I take a peek in there she makes a good lap around the tank as if to say, "I am not dead yet lady!!" Now it is just down to determing who is attacking her. Is it Rodney our ever growing catfish? Or is it one of the GIANT chameleon like other golden's, jealous of the LOVE that we have for DOT. Our favoritism clearly shining through the 20 gallons of water? Whoever it is...better watch out, because if I catch them they are going to go for a slow ride down the toilet that doesn't flush so fast. And then that will leave us with fewer fishy mouths to feed.
Three Days and Still No Pictures....I am beginning to wonder if this nephew of mine exists or not. I mean they keep saying that he is home and healthy and all that, but how long does it really take to email out a picture or two? But then again my SIL isn't exactly the speediest when it comes to anything. We were all surprised that the baby came EARLY. Toddler is LOVING his time with POP POP. Fried food, trips to Best Buy and Fry's, and plenty of time with the Uncles playing Mario Cart and other games. He is "too busy" to talk to us, because he is having so much fun....but I am glad because he has the time with Men of the clan. Hubby and I have been busy with work, making trips to the warehouse to unload the never ending stream of vehicles that seem to come in. It is all busy work...but it keeps us out of the bingo parlors. And we have had 2 grown up dinners out at real restaurants, with no one screaming that they have to leave. I am off....time to craft in peace is nice...and since I have some great fabric for Thanksgiving table runners, chair pads and napkins!! Yahoo, great decor for three!! 11月8日 THE BRITISH ARE COMING!!! THE BRITISH ARE COMING!!!We ride speedily through the misty morning air, Tom Selleck and I, on matching horses drinking Starbucks coffee laced with Godiva chocolate when I hear someone shout loudly, "THE BRITISH ARE COMING!!!" It is before 7 am, and I was dreaming a magnificent dream, and "the British are coming" was really Toddler's gleeful squeals that Granny was on the phone. As I came to and realized what time it was, the phone call meant one of two things: someone was dead, or my sister in law was in labor. You guessed it Sister In Law was in labor and on her way to the hospital. Now it was our job to get Toddler packed a day early, then get Pop Pop woken up (The man could sleep through 4 atomic bombs I swear) and on the road. A feat that only took a record 3 1/2 hours. (Toddler and us ready in under 1 hour....Father in Law is not so speedy.) So Toddler and Father in Law took off to Oregon, periodic calls came in all day that the baby would be here at any time. Finally at midnight Hubby woke me up to tell me that baby had arrive safely at 11:02 PM (Barely making it in time to share his birthday with Grandpa.) and weighed in at a TINY 5 pounds 8 ounces. Everyone is okay. And Toddler is even okay that they didn't name him Nicholas (which is what he has been calling his cousin since he saw him on the ultrasound at 5 months.) Waving bye bye to him and blowing kisses to everyone. So even though a perfectly good dream was interrupted, another addition to the HUGE clan is here SAFELY. And SAFETY is my most important worry when it comes to having babies. (I will share all my baby trauma stories one of these days when I feel a bit braver...and can get through the typing without soaking the keyboard with my tears.) SO WELCOME TO THE WORLD LITTLEST NEPHEW!!! EVEN THOUGH YOU AREN'T BRITISH, I AM GLAD YOU MADE IT HERE TO SHARE YOUR BIG DAY WITH GRANDPA....HE IS A GREAT GUY, AND WILL LOVE YOU WITH ALL THE LOVE THAT HE LOVES YOUR OLDER COUSIN. IT WILL BE A WHILE BEFORE WE VISIT YOU, BECAUSE WE WANT YOU TO GET ACCUSTOMED TO EVERYONE ELSE BEFORE WE ADD TO THE HUB BUB OF THE CLAN!! Love, Auntie 11月6日 ENOUGH ALREADY!!!"I CAN'T WANT TO GO TO BED!!"
"I WANT TO GO TO GRANNIE'S!!"
"I TOLD YOU...."
Enough. You are 3 1/2 and you need to stop. And if the clock could run ANY slower today I am quite certain that it would. Now where did I hide that vodka again?
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Today started out as a good day, he went to his evaluation and did EXCELLENT. (Which I hope means that he qualifies to go to preschool there with the therapists, and not EXCELLENT as in "We have no idea WHY the doctor diagnosed your child as Asperger's") We got to the bank, dropped off absentee ballots, visitied Daddy at work and had lunch and a nap. (Too bad that was all before 11 am.
He did take a nap but the freaking phone kept ringing, and he woke up an hour into it demanding stupid train movies, and weird food. At about 3 UPS came with the BEAN BAG chair that was going to keep him entertained for hours....yeah, I have spent more time laying on it making a bridge to the sofa than he has. And the BOX is his new "car" he has it all decked out inside and don't dare touch it or he will bite your arm off.
All of this and 3 hours until daddy comes home!! Plus he doesn't leave for Grannie's until Thursday, which to a toddler with no concept of time is infuriating that it isn't right damn now - and aggrivating to hear every 2 minutes that "AH PICKLES!! I am going to be late to Grannie's!!"
Little things to be annoyed about I know. But some days when it is cold and dark after this whole Time Change BULL little things gnaw at your ass like a little tiny flea. I think that this little vacation that he is taking to Grannie's will be good, for both of us. I know that MIL will NOT be happy as nephew is due any day, and she will be frantic with a toddler and a daughter about to give birth. (How she managed 5 kids I don't know!!) But I know my FIL can handle it, afterall it is at Grannie's that Toddler becomes FIL'S shadow.
Now I am off to see what he is snorting about and find some alcohol...maybe I will mix up some hamburgers too. Then I won't have to be the bridge anymore tonight!! 11月5日 GermaphobeI have become totally panicked over this MRSA thing. We have been tightly tucked in the house since Halloween and ARE NOT GOING OUT EVER AGAIN. (I know some of you are laughing hysterically at me, I mean I was the mom who rinsed off the dropped pacifier. And thought that the Bird Flu was a media tactic to distract us from whoever Dick Cheney had shot that week.) But this time I am serious. I mean they are closing High Schools, pre schools and offices left and right. And the only description they can give us is that you need to run to the ER if you have anything that looks like a spider bite. Um, I am allergic to spider's so if I get bit it looks like holy hell anyway....now this virus pretends it is a SPIDER BITE then tries to kill you?!?!?!? AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH Get me some of that bleach shit now!!! Maybe it is the flu bug I have been battling that has made me crazy. Or maybe it is the constant begging of a certain 3 year old for it to be time to go to Granny's house. (Every 5 minutes) But everything seems magnified and horrible right now. And watching the news is like asking for something stupid to get worked up over. "Eating Food Can Make You Fat" (So 1,000 people die from not eating in the next week.) Okay, enough senseless griping. I will do something productive, Like turn off the TV and block all news programming. (Remember he had to block Nancy Grace a while back....we might just be at that point again, although she won't be the one getting blocked this time.) Maybe I can paint the bathroom today....I'll somehow fix it so Toddler can't get in there with me and can scream the whole time at me...more incentive to work faster I guess. Either way No One Around here will be getting fat from eating!! 11月1日 HOLY PUREED VEGETABLESI bought Deceptively Delicious by Jessica Seinfield, and I LOVE it. I have snuck cauliflower puree into the boys eggs and have NEVER seen them eat them so fast. I have a freezer now stocked with Carrot, Cauliflower, Beet, Pumpkin, Yam, and soon Spinach Purees. All of them to be tested on all of the delicious sounding recipies in the book. I made the carrot cake cupcakes, adding some nuts and coconut for texture, and because they were for grown ups. I am going to surprise the boys with "donuts" in the morning but since we don't have a donut mold (I'll have to put that on my Christmas list) they will be mini muffin sized. I am so excited over being like a healthier Martha Stewart I could pee.
I had fun handing out candy last night while the boys went out trick or treating. He scored enough candy to fill our bowl back to the rim. Now convincing him that he has to eat real food is a battle and a half, but not too hard...if daddy isn't around. I even had a glass of red wine. Something I haven't done in forever....and it was nice to relax for a change. Too bad it took alcohol to do it.
Lots of tantrums today. Although I must say it was GLORIOUS that they were directed at daddy and not me. I was sad this afternoon and he (Toddler) climbed in my lap and hugged me and rubbed my back for 15 minutes and told me he loved me and it would be okay. I cried even harder, because he NEVER shows me affection like that.
So overall with all the pureeing and hugging it out it was a great day. I am tired as hell though. And I have a hot date tomorrow night to see the ever offensive Carlos Mencia. I better get some sleep...lord knows what the hell time we will be home from that.
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