Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
CocoaDreams Aprons
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Okay I will eventually write about my life, but I had to share this giveaway! Cute cute aprons!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Made by Rae Jackpack Backpack GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!
Made by Rae Jackpack Backpack GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!! Cutest little back packs! They even have a pattern to sew your own...it could happen.
Everyday May Childrens Toolbelt GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!
Everyday May Childrens Toolbelt GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!! Okay so I figured out how to add pictures! Yay for me! This is from a giveway at blog i like.
Love September Favorite Skirt Pattern GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!
Love September Favorite Skirt Pattern GUEST GIVEAWAY!!!!
ok I'm going to share all of the wonderful things I like at this blog!
ok I'm going to share all of the wonderful things I like at this blog!
Cherry Blossom Designs Hair Accessories
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The cutest things I have ever seen! I love this blog and I thought I would share! Check it out!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Me? A published author?
I turned in ALL my english composition essays this past weekend! Yay! All done for a month! I even submitted an essay about my potty training adventures from last summer!Anyway, one of my essays had a comment from my professer. She asked my permission to submit one of my essays to a college literary magazine! Say what!? I was so shocked, but very honored. I'll paste the essay below! Beware, its not like the greatest essay ever, but someone thought it was good!
My Personal Black Hole
Whether it’s a Coach, Chanel, or Kavi, cotton, leather, or canvas, most women in America carry a purse with them wherever they go. According to Webster’s dictionary, a purse is a bag; a container used for carrying money and small personal items or accessories. This explanation does not do any justice to the purse; a purse is so much more than this. A purse is a vital, personal companion that acts as an essential survival kit, a representation of the owner’s life, and a portable black hole.
I always feel prepared when I tote my purse around, but it feels a bit like Mary Poppins’ bottomless bag. If ever hunger strikes at an inopportune moment, or if boredom attacks while stuck in the doctor’s office, a purse is always helpful. A purse is a survival kit for every situation. If stranded on a deserted island, a purse could keep you going for a few days. At any given time I have Tylenol, vitamins, crushed crackers, a smashed granola bar, half-empty water bottle, at least four pony-tail holders, a book, spare jar of baby food, two happy meal toys, band-aids, hand-sanitizer, enough change to buy a coke or two (if there happens to be a drink machine), and my husband’s pocket knife. These few items could help entertain, treat minor wounds, create a defense against the wild, ward off starvation and dehydration, and keep the hair out of my face. Everything I need to survive fits right into my purse.
In the movie Wizard of Oz, the fortune teller looks into Dorothy’s basket so he could adequately guess facts about her life. Every item in a purse represents an aspect of the owner’s life. Looking into a purse is like looking into a crystal ball; many secrets can be told with just a glimpse. A Jane Austin novel in a purse gives a snooper a picture of a hopeless romantic; one who likes to escape from the trials of life into an eighteenth-century adventure. Multiple medical bills show a history of illness, or a past, major medical event. An expired coupon for Oreos and a crumpled aerobics class schedule leaves an impression of a forgetful, frugal cookie-lover, who works hard to keep the Oreos away from her hips. Like it or not, a purse can give away some dirty little secrets.
It never fails that when I drop my keys into my purse, I will later spend ten minutes searching for them. My purse is a black hole, which sucks all things of importance into its depths. Contents disappear into oblivion and then mysteriously reappear in my purse. Every now and then I’ll discover things in my purse that I have no recollection of storing; apparently the purse black hole occasionally will reverse itself. The black hole is the only drawback to carrying a purse, but I continue to tote around my little black hole despite the risks.
No matter the brand or design, purses are important parts of most women’s lives. Women spend hundreds, sometimes thousands of dollars on purses, but a purse is truly a priceless commodity. A purse is not just a void in which to carry around a wallet, cell phone, keys, and other essentials; it symbolizes the very essence of each individual woman. A life without a purse would be a depressing and inconvenient existence.
My Personal Black Hole
Whether it’s a Coach, Chanel, or Kavi, cotton, leather, or canvas, most women in America carry a purse with them wherever they go. According to Webster’s dictionary, a purse is a bag; a container used for carrying money and small personal items or accessories. This explanation does not do any justice to the purse; a purse is so much more than this. A purse is a vital, personal companion that acts as an essential survival kit, a representation of the owner’s life, and a portable black hole.
I always feel prepared when I tote my purse around, but it feels a bit like Mary Poppins’ bottomless bag. If ever hunger strikes at an inopportune moment, or if boredom attacks while stuck in the doctor’s office, a purse is always helpful. A purse is a survival kit for every situation. If stranded on a deserted island, a purse could keep you going for a few days. At any given time I have Tylenol, vitamins, crushed crackers, a smashed granola bar, half-empty water bottle, at least four pony-tail holders, a book, spare jar of baby food, two happy meal toys, band-aids, hand-sanitizer, enough change to buy a coke or two (if there happens to be a drink machine), and my husband’s pocket knife. These few items could help entertain, treat minor wounds, create a defense against the wild, ward off starvation and dehydration, and keep the hair out of my face. Everything I need to survive fits right into my purse.
In the movie Wizard of Oz, the fortune teller looks into Dorothy’s basket so he could adequately guess facts about her life. Every item in a purse represents an aspect of the owner’s life. Looking into a purse is like looking into a crystal ball; many secrets can be told with just a glimpse. A Jane Austin novel in a purse gives a snooper a picture of a hopeless romantic; one who likes to escape from the trials of life into an eighteenth-century adventure. Multiple medical bills show a history of illness, or a past, major medical event. An expired coupon for Oreos and a crumpled aerobics class schedule leaves an impression of a forgetful, frugal cookie-lover, who works hard to keep the Oreos away from her hips. Like it or not, a purse can give away some dirty little secrets.
It never fails that when I drop my keys into my purse, I will later spend ten minutes searching for them. My purse is a black hole, which sucks all things of importance into its depths. Contents disappear into oblivion and then mysteriously reappear in my purse. Every now and then I’ll discover things in my purse that I have no recollection of storing; apparently the purse black hole occasionally will reverse itself. The black hole is the only drawback to carrying a purse, but I continue to tote around my little black hole despite the risks.
No matter the brand or design, purses are important parts of most women’s lives. Women spend hundreds, sometimes thousands of dollars on purses, but a purse is truly a priceless commodity. A purse is not just a void in which to carry around a wallet, cell phone, keys, and other essentials; it symbolizes the very essence of each individual woman. A life without a purse would be a depressing and inconvenient existence.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Squeaky Squeaker
You know when your in a quiet place, like the movies, a classroom, or church, and someone is breaking the silence with awkward sounds... ok not farts, just sounds. Well yesterday I was one of THOSE people. I was already late when I entered a silent room to take my final at JCJC. I tried tiptoeing back to the computer terminal to take the test, but my wet flip-flops squeaked very loudly. Of course I picked the computer with the creaky chair. Every breath I took the chair squeaked, so I tried not to breathe too hard. Every time I moved my eyeballs the chair squeaked, so I noisily got up to get a better chair. I could feel the death stares being thrown at me from across the room. The new chair didn't squeak, but it rolled noisily. The test supervisor just stared at me in disbelief. I attempted to give him an apologetic smile, while gesturing at the squeaker chair. He really did not look liked he cared about my chair problems. So finally I get settled at the computer to type... I never imagined a keyboard as loud as the one I got stuck with. I finished my test quickly and noisily, and left without making eye contact.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Oh what a day!
So, it's been forever since I've blogged! I started back at Jones County Junior College this summer, so I've been crazy busy! Adeline will be one next month! What?! I know, crazy! Our family just got back from the beach, which was awesome! Coen is still talking about all the fun things he did! I'll try to write a few detailed blogs on everything that has happened lately, but for now, let me tell you about the past two days!
Adeline hasn't been feeling well lately, so I made an appointment to take her to see the doctor. Yesterday we left bright and early to drop Justin off, so that we could make it to the doctor at 8:30 am...fun. I had dressed Adeline in her cutest little outfit to show the doctors we take care of her, and don't neglect her needs...like cute clothes. Well, she's had been coughing and gagging(which is why we were going to the doctor), and all of everything thing that was in her little tummy landed directly on her clothes. I had no time to go home, so I cleaned her up with baby wipes the best I could. I found a yellow onesie in the back of our car for her to wear... I didn't know why, or how long it had been back there, but I was thankful. Of course I had to explain to every one we saw that she had vomited on her cute outfit. She has an ear infection, and the drainage is making her gag. Poor Adeline was told countless time what a cute little boy she is. I drape a blanket over her car seat when we left, and off to the pharmacy. Of course Coen rips open a toy when I'm checking out. If anyone wants a light-up saber sword let me know, because Coen will NEVER play with that toy. Adeline naps when we get home while I wash the car seat cover and try to get the vomit smell out of the car. I was unsuccessful at the latter. While I am selflessly cleaning vomit, Coen is stealing all the snacks out of the fridge... and dumping them on the floor. Anyway, when naps are over I put Adeline in her car seat to go to Walmart. She pukes again. If our fridge hadn't been cleaned out by Coen I wouldn't have left the house. I mean Justin could have walked home from work at that point. After fighting the crowds in the Walmart parking lot, we actually had a pleasant shopping experience. This is not the norm. Anyway, I probably could have kept my sanity if today hadn't been so horrendous.
My day started out like any other day; I made a yummy bagel for breakfast and loaded the kids in the car to take Justin to work. We dropped him off and were halfway to Laurel when a car comes out of nowhere and almost rear ended me. I was going 65 and he was probably going 85-90. He swerved out of the way just in time, but as we cross a bridge, he starts veering my direction. I laid on my horn and screamed. I look over and see a man passed out in the driver seat. He regains consciousness in time to swerve back in his lane. He never hit the brakes, or pulled over, or stayed in his lane for more that 2 second. Of all days, I left my phone at home, or I would've called the police. He ran off the road, nearly missing trees several times. I was in tears, feeling helpless. I was out of his way, but I had no idea if he would hit someone else. I don't know if he was drunk, sick, or drowsy, but he did not belong on the road. I made it a block from my house, and a red truck, over-flowing with JUNK is turning, and some of his junk comes flowing out into the road. I swerve and miss, and made it home alive.
Coen takes it upon himself to make my day worse. He pushed his train table to the middle of the room so that he could go potty in the corner of his room. I could have forgiven this, but he proceeds to blame it on our toy poodle(we have a toy poodle now). Excuse my crudeness, but the poop was as big as the poodle.
When I was cleaning the kitchen, I put a carpet cleaner under the sink. I walked away, but when I came back the kitchen was flooded. Apparently I bumped the pipe, which caused the pipe to bust. There is now a bucket under our sink. I think this is a sign from God to remodel our kitchen. Justin does not agree.
Well an hour later Coen is screaming at Adeline, telling her to get out of the bathroom. I go to check it out and there is poop ALL OVER THE BATHROOM FLOOR! I cried. My son is potty trained! He has been for months. He sleeps in big boy undies! He does this to drive me insane.
SO Justin and I are having a date night tonight. Dinner, Movie, Sams... the perfect night. I also made a 100 on my music appreciation final! So yay!
Oh and Coen ate 2 lunchables for lunch. He didn't think I would notice I guess. He had to have scaled the fridge to reach them... Like I said, he's doing this to make me crazy!
Adeline hasn't been feeling well lately, so I made an appointment to take her to see the doctor. Yesterday we left bright and early to drop Justin off, so that we could make it to the doctor at 8:30 am...fun. I had dressed Adeline in her cutest little outfit to show the doctors we take care of her, and don't neglect her needs...like cute clothes. Well, she's had been coughing and gagging(which is why we were going to the doctor), and all of everything thing that was in her little tummy landed directly on her clothes. I had no time to go home, so I cleaned her up with baby wipes the best I could. I found a yellow onesie in the back of our car for her to wear... I didn't know why, or how long it had been back there, but I was thankful. Of course I had to explain to every one we saw that she had vomited on her cute outfit. She has an ear infection, and the drainage is making her gag. Poor Adeline was told countless time what a cute little boy she is. I drape a blanket over her car seat when we left, and off to the pharmacy. Of course Coen rips open a toy when I'm checking out. If anyone wants a light-up saber sword let me know, because Coen will NEVER play with that toy. Adeline naps when we get home while I wash the car seat cover and try to get the vomit smell out of the car. I was unsuccessful at the latter. While I am selflessly cleaning vomit, Coen is stealing all the snacks out of the fridge... and dumping them on the floor. Anyway, when naps are over I put Adeline in her car seat to go to Walmart. She pukes again. If our fridge hadn't been cleaned out by Coen I wouldn't have left the house. I mean Justin could have walked home from work at that point. After fighting the crowds in the Walmart parking lot, we actually had a pleasant shopping experience. This is not the norm. Anyway, I probably could have kept my sanity if today hadn't been so horrendous.
My day started out like any other day; I made a yummy bagel for breakfast and loaded the kids in the car to take Justin to work. We dropped him off and were halfway to Laurel when a car comes out of nowhere and almost rear ended me. I was going 65 and he was probably going 85-90. He swerved out of the way just in time, but as we cross a bridge, he starts veering my direction. I laid on my horn and screamed. I look over and see a man passed out in the driver seat. He regains consciousness in time to swerve back in his lane. He never hit the brakes, or pulled over, or stayed in his lane for more that 2 second. Of all days, I left my phone at home, or I would've called the police. He ran off the road, nearly missing trees several times. I was in tears, feeling helpless. I was out of his way, but I had no idea if he would hit someone else. I don't know if he was drunk, sick, or drowsy, but he did not belong on the road. I made it a block from my house, and a red truck, over-flowing with JUNK is turning, and some of his junk comes flowing out into the road. I swerve and miss, and made it home alive.
Coen takes it upon himself to make my day worse. He pushed his train table to the middle of the room so that he could go potty in the corner of his room. I could have forgiven this, but he proceeds to blame it on our toy poodle(we have a toy poodle now). Excuse my crudeness, but the poop was as big as the poodle.
When I was cleaning the kitchen, I put a carpet cleaner under the sink. I walked away, but when I came back the kitchen was flooded. Apparently I bumped the pipe, which caused the pipe to bust. There is now a bucket under our sink. I think this is a sign from God to remodel our kitchen. Justin does not agree.
Well an hour later Coen is screaming at Adeline, telling her to get out of the bathroom. I go to check it out and there is poop ALL OVER THE BATHROOM FLOOR! I cried. My son is potty trained! He has been for months. He sleeps in big boy undies! He does this to drive me insane.
SO Justin and I are having a date night tonight. Dinner, Movie, Sams... the perfect night. I also made a 100 on my music appreciation final! So yay!
Oh and Coen ate 2 lunchables for lunch. He didn't think I would notice I guess. He had to have scaled the fridge to reach them... Like I said, he's doing this to make me crazy!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Where did my child learn that word...oh yeah...from me.
So, I'm gonna try and be better about blogging. I always say that. I knew it had been a while since I blogged, but three months! Wow! Life with two kids has been a rollercoaster, but I've learned so much and I realize now that I wouldn't trade one minute of the last 3yrs and 9 months for the world. I may have been a little crazy at times, but this time has made me a stronger mother, wife, and christian. Now, someone remind me of this later, when I'm going ballistic over Little People and Batman co-exsisting in the same storage container(Anyone else believe as firmly as I do, that this throws off the natural chemistry of the toy box?). But I'm grateful for my life experiences so far.
I'm starting a new bible study this Wednesday. It's by Beth Moore, and is based on the book of Esther. I never realized God is not once mentioned in the book of Esther. Although He isn't mentioned by name; God's grace, love, and POWER are shown throughout the story. I'm so ready to dive into this study! Also, Justin REALLY wanted to start the Financial Freedom University by Dave Ramsey. The class costs $90... a class on financial freedom costs $90... Anyway I'll be doing that to. I'm praying God will open my heart and mind to what HE wants me to learn. I'm really bad about not doing the homework for these classes. Don't get me wrong, I love doing the studies, and I love that I am always closer to God and His will for me, but I have trouble with making time for everything that the study requires. I'll give you my reveiw on both studies later. I feel like I'm boring, so i'll move on.
Adeline is almost six months. *sigh* She is getting so big! Addy ate her first meal with solid food yesterday! Rice Cereal with apples... she wasn't really impressed. I shouldn't really say she ATE the food. We were allowed to spoon food into her mouth while she did anything and everything to eject her food onto her clothes. She seemed quite pleased with herself.
Coen has started mimicking everything we do and say. We have to be extremely careful about what we say, do, and watch on tv. Yeah, I came home the other night and the tv was on King of the Hill. Cartoon network had switched to adult scheduling. And no, I don't allow Coen to watch cartoon network, but he knows how to change the channel, and takes advantage of that on occasion. I've restricted his tv time drasticly. He can watch about an hour in the morning, and then the tv stays off until he's in bed. But like I said he takes advantage of his tv skills occassionally. But,yeah, he repeats the most random thing! Okay this is TMI but i had mentioned the word diarrhea a few days ago, and yesterday Coen had shut himself in the closet and was quietly saying to himself:"Oh, I have diarrhea. Yep!...ect."
He is such a little boy though! Oh! The attitude has arrived. He will casually tell me no, or IGNORE ME! I can not stand it when he just choses not to respond to a question or request(which really was not a request at all). I have difficulty having patience with my 3 year old. Trust me, he tries my patience on a regular basis.
So, Justin is giving me weird looks. He thinks I'm talking about him. Well all I have to say is, he is a sweet husband and father! I woke up 5am on Friday with a stomach virus, and felt like I was dying for about 12 hours, before I started to feel human again. Yes,this is where Coen got his d word. All day Friday, Justin took care of the kids for me, and let me sleep. I am very grateful! I don't know how I would've handle Coen and Adeline... I don't even want to imagine!
I'm starting a new bible study this Wednesday. It's by Beth Moore, and is based on the book of Esther. I never realized God is not once mentioned in the book of Esther. Although He isn't mentioned by name; God's grace, love, and POWER are shown throughout the story. I'm so ready to dive into this study! Also, Justin REALLY wanted to start the Financial Freedom University by Dave Ramsey. The class costs $90... a class on financial freedom costs $90... Anyway I'll be doing that to. I'm praying God will open my heart and mind to what HE wants me to learn. I'm really bad about not doing the homework for these classes. Don't get me wrong, I love doing the studies, and I love that I am always closer to God and His will for me, but I have trouble with making time for everything that the study requires. I'll give you my reveiw on both studies later. I feel like I'm boring, so i'll move on.
Adeline is almost six months. *sigh* She is getting so big! Addy ate her first meal with solid food yesterday! Rice Cereal with apples... she wasn't really impressed. I shouldn't really say she ATE the food. We were allowed to spoon food into her mouth while she did anything and everything to eject her food onto her clothes. She seemed quite pleased with herself.
Coen has started mimicking everything we do and say. We have to be extremely careful about what we say, do, and watch on tv. Yeah, I came home the other night and the tv was on King of the Hill. Cartoon network had switched to adult scheduling. And no, I don't allow Coen to watch cartoon network, but he knows how to change the channel, and takes advantage of that on occasion. I've restricted his tv time drasticly. He can watch about an hour in the morning, and then the tv stays off until he's in bed. But like I said he takes advantage of his tv skills occassionally. But,yeah, he repeats the most random thing! Okay this is TMI but i had mentioned the word diarrhea a few days ago, and yesterday Coen had shut himself in the closet and was quietly saying to himself:"Oh, I have diarrhea. Yep!...ect."
He is such a little boy though! Oh! The attitude has arrived. He will casually tell me no, or IGNORE ME! I can not stand it when he just choses not to respond to a question or request(which really was not a request at all). I have difficulty having patience with my 3 year old. Trust me, he tries my patience on a regular basis.
So, Justin is giving me weird looks. He thinks I'm talking about him. Well all I have to say is, he is a sweet husband and father! I woke up 5am on Friday with a stomach virus, and felt like I was dying for about 12 hours, before I started to feel human again. Yes,this is where Coen got his d word. All day Friday, Justin took care of the kids for me, and let me sleep. I am very grateful! I don't know how I would've handle Coen and Adeline... I don't even want to imagine!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Fall Family Time
Today was pretty chilly, so it actually seems like fall. We had a fire in our fireplace tonight for the first time since we've moved to this house. I made chicken and dumplings for dinner and caramel apples for dessert. I don't know what came over me, I just had to urge to cook something that doesn't involve the microwave. We carved our pumpkin and watched Charlie Brown and the Great Pumpkin. Coen and I worked on his costume until it became too messy. This is the first year Coen has been excited about holidays. He started talking about Halloween 2 months ago and already has his Christmas list memorized. Tonight made me forget the stressful day I had. i'm so glad we had the opportunity to have QUALITY family time. So many times we put things ahead of our family time. I am notorious for not being able to say no, but I've been working on that. I love my kids and my husband so much. Tonight really reminded me of that.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
How Great Is Our God!
My God is so great! He died for the sins of the world, when we are so undeserving. He died so that I could be cleansed of my sins, turn from them, and live for Him. Everyday I have to turn from the world, so that He can shine through me. Some days I mess up... a lot of days I mess up, but Jesus is always there to catch me. What an awesome Savior I serve.
One day Jesus is coming back for me, and all His followers. What a day that will be. I have such mixed emotions about His return. I am ecstatic that I will spend eternity with my Lord. I feel sorrow that many people I love have never excepted Jesus as their Savior. I feel humility, because I don't deserve eternity with my God; I deserve hell. I don't know if God will return in my lifetime, but regardless, when I die I will live with Him. I truly believe Gods return is near. The bible warns of signs of the end times, and many signs have been fulfilled. Jesus' return is imminent and we should all prepare ourselves. I want to strive to live a life worthy of God. I hope everyone who reads this blog knows the love of God, and has excepted it into your lives.
One day Jesus is coming back for me, and all His followers. What a day that will be. I have such mixed emotions about His return. I am ecstatic that I will spend eternity with my Lord. I feel sorrow that many people I love have never excepted Jesus as their Savior. I feel humility, because I don't deserve eternity with my God; I deserve hell. I don't know if God will return in my lifetime, but regardless, when I die I will live with Him. I truly believe Gods return is near. The bible warns of signs of the end times, and many signs have been fulfilled. Jesus' return is imminent and we should all prepare ourselves. I want to strive to live a life worthy of God. I hope everyone who reads this blog knows the love of God, and has excepted it into your lives.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Today was a better day.
I regained my sanity shortly after I posted yesterday. I called Justin crying, and he talked to me and made me feel better. Everything happened at once yesterday. Today I took time to read my bible and pray for wisdom, patience, and peace. Today was a better day.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
My Life?
I just want to scream!!! I am so tired of messes, and whining, and crying, and poop. Right now, I wish I could have a job that didn't involve diapers, or formula, or Dora. I know I'm lucky to be able to stay at home, but I don't feel lucky. I feel trapped. I feel annoyed and alone. I have no outlet, no free time, NO adult conversation. I have a screaming baby and a whiny toddler. I just want to sleep 8 hrs without feeling guilty for asking my husband to help. I want a nanny and a housekeeper. Stopping time would be nice. Then I might actually get something done. I HATE being in this house all day. I want to put my children in daycare and go to work somewhere. Then I feel guilty for wanting that, when some people want to be at home with their children, but can't. Peace, that would be wonderful. An hour to myself so I could read my bible, have prayer time, sleep, read a book... I would pout and whine about it for hours if Adeline wasn't screaming again.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Don't touch my baby!
When Adeline was two weeks old we took her to her pediatrician for her well visit. Everything went well, and we were told she would get her vaccinations at her two month visit, so I had the follow up question, "When can I take her out in public?". My pediatrician gave me a disapproving look as she told me, she would recommend we wait FOUR MONTHS. I nodded politely as I laughed hysterically in my head.
At two weeks, I was already stir crazy and desperately wanting social interaction.
So, a week later we took Adeline to Walmart to get a few essential grocery items. Strange, old ladies flocked to our buggy as we made our way through the store. A few peeked into the carrier without even hesitating to ask permission, but they all restrained themselves from touching her. Then we go to check out. The cashier was a chatty lady(the type who has no comprehension of what is appropriate conversation), who took it upon herself to walk around the bagging area and take Adeline's blanket off of her to touch her face. "She hasn't had her shot!", I spat out. The lady calmly turned to me and said, "Well they better not go near this baby with needles! She's too tiny for shots." I stared at her in shock and quickly moved the buggy out of her reach. Justin and I just stared at each other in disbelief over the clueless woman. Now when we go to Walmart, we use the Snuggly(People think twice before reaching in toward my boobs). It's always the strange people, because normal people have enough common sense to keep their hands to themselves.
At 6 1/2 weeks people still ask to see her, but I am quick to ask them not to touch her. Most people understand, but others pretend like that was not their intention. Our waitress at Logan's was a pretender. The woman had already made us upset by sitting at a table with a group of people(they were not her customers) and talking for 10 minutes and then 20 minutes while she ignored her tables. I guess she was trying to make up for that when she finally got to our table. She started going on and on about Adeline(like she appeared out of nowhere), and leans in to see her, and goes to take her blanket off. "Could you please not touch her. She hasn't had her shots.", I blurt out. The woman's hand freezes, then continues to move the blanket! Then she claims she had no intention of touching her, she just wanted to get a good look at her. Let me make this clear, I don't care what you are planning; do not touch a strangers baby! IT IS RUDE! We left her a $2.00 tip. I told Justin not to leave a dime. The woman didn't earn her hourly pay, much less a tip. So I may be a fool for bringing Adeline into public, but it doesn't give people an excuse to touch her. Do people not respect personal space anymore? Apparently not.
At two weeks, I was already stir crazy and desperately wanting social interaction.
So, a week later we took Adeline to Walmart to get a few essential grocery items. Strange, old ladies flocked to our buggy as we made our way through the store. A few peeked into the carrier without even hesitating to ask permission, but they all restrained themselves from touching her. Then we go to check out. The cashier was a chatty lady(the type who has no comprehension of what is appropriate conversation), who took it upon herself to walk around the bagging area and take Adeline's blanket off of her to touch her face. "She hasn't had her shot!", I spat out. The lady calmly turned to me and said, "Well they better not go near this baby with needles! She's too tiny for shots." I stared at her in shock and quickly moved the buggy out of her reach. Justin and I just stared at each other in disbelief over the clueless woman. Now when we go to Walmart, we use the Snuggly(People think twice before reaching in toward my boobs). It's always the strange people, because normal people have enough common sense to keep their hands to themselves.
At 6 1/2 weeks people still ask to see her, but I am quick to ask them not to touch her. Most people understand, but others pretend like that was not their intention. Our waitress at Logan's was a pretender. The woman had already made us upset by sitting at a table with a group of people(they were not her customers) and talking for 10 minutes and then 20 minutes while she ignored her tables. I guess she was trying to make up for that when she finally got to our table. She started going on and on about Adeline(like she appeared out of nowhere), and leans in to see her, and goes to take her blanket off. "Could you please not touch her. She hasn't had her shots.", I blurt out. The woman's hand freezes, then continues to move the blanket! Then she claims she had no intention of touching her, she just wanted to get a good look at her. Let me make this clear, I don't care what you are planning; do not touch a strangers baby! IT IS RUDE! We left her a $2.00 tip. I told Justin not to leave a dime. The woman didn't earn her hourly pay, much less a tip. So I may be a fool for bringing Adeline into public, but it doesn't give people an excuse to touch her. Do people not respect personal space anymore? Apparently not.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Snot, Naps, Cousins, & Other Random Topics
Nap time has become work. It has never been easy, but now it is like a 3 or 4 hour ordeal. Sometimes it doesn't feel worth it. In the past, I looked forward to naps, and I still do, but the napping never really happens. Coen just sneaks around, and screams at me, and demands books and tv and toys and even Adeline(if he is especially desperate). A few months ago I was able to take naps...but no more. I miss my naps. I miss Coen's naps.
Coen has had a runny nose. The boy hates using a tissue, so he runs from me as snot flies everywhere. I love fall, I really do! It is one of my favorite seasons, but fall also means the start of cold and flu season. Coen is still dealing with pollen (ragweed)allergies, and the constant runny noses, coughs, fevers, grouchiness are just around the corner. Coen always gets a flu shot,(I hope it helps this year) but I really wish they made a cold shot. That would make my life so much easier this fall/winter.
Oh, Regina offered to watch Coen and Adeline tonight so that Justin and I can go to bible study. I am so excited because we haven't been since they took a break for the summer...which I think was May. James always does such a good job making me understand Gods word, the way God intended it to be understood; literally. Coen, Adeline, and I were planning on going over to Regina's this afternoon, but Coen was just too cranky(lack of nap).
My family is finally going up to my sister Christy's on Saturday! My sister has yet to meet Adeline, and its been forever since we've been able to get together. Christy is my older sister who is one of my best friends. This was not always the case. Growing up we seldom got along. My other sister, Brittany and I were pretty evil. We would "borrow" Christy's clothes, listen to her CDs, and bug her when she was with her friends.(Sorry about that Christy) There is a 5 year age difference which seems to shrink as we get older. We are at the same stage is our lives, so that has brought us closer together. I know we'll have a great time this weekend. We have a lot of talking to catch up on.
Our sons are the same age(two months difference), so they have a blast together. I hope as they grow older they continue to be great friends. I have one cousin my age, that I actually saw more than once or twice. She actually was 19 months older than me, and happens to be Brittany's exact age. So when we got together, Brittany and her were best buds, and I was the little sister they were mean to... Totally random rant, I know! what I'm getting at is; I'm glad Coen has a buddy in the family.
They are so funny when they play together. Coen, Layton, and Trey(the other cousin buddy) run from one end one the house to the other, screaming. Sounds annoying, but most of the time, I'm just glad they are having fun together.
I've been especially random, but It feels nice being able to type without Adeline or Coen demanding my attention. And,I think Coen has finally fallen asleep. That only took 2 hours. and now I hear Adeline waking up. Perfect timing.
Coen has had a runny nose. The boy hates using a tissue, so he runs from me as snot flies everywhere. I love fall, I really do! It is one of my favorite seasons, but fall also means the start of cold and flu season. Coen is still dealing with pollen (ragweed)allergies, and the constant runny noses, coughs, fevers, grouchiness are just around the corner. Coen always gets a flu shot,(I hope it helps this year) but I really wish they made a cold shot. That would make my life so much easier this fall/winter.
Oh, Regina offered to watch Coen and Adeline tonight so that Justin and I can go to bible study. I am so excited because we haven't been since they took a break for the summer...which I think was May. James always does such a good job making me understand Gods word, the way God intended it to be understood; literally. Coen, Adeline, and I were planning on going over to Regina's this afternoon, but Coen was just too cranky(lack of nap).
My family is finally going up to my sister Christy's on Saturday! My sister has yet to meet Adeline, and its been forever since we've been able to get together. Christy is my older sister who is one of my best friends. This was not always the case. Growing up we seldom got along. My other sister, Brittany and I were pretty evil. We would "borrow" Christy's clothes, listen to her CDs, and bug her when she was with her friends.(Sorry about that Christy) There is a 5 year age difference which seems to shrink as we get older. We are at the same stage is our lives, so that has brought us closer together. I know we'll have a great time this weekend. We have a lot of talking to catch up on.
Our sons are the same age(two months difference), so they have a blast together. I hope as they grow older they continue to be great friends. I have one cousin my age, that I actually saw more than once or twice. She actually was 19 months older than me, and happens to be Brittany's exact age. So when we got together, Brittany and her were best buds, and I was the little sister they were mean to... Totally random rant, I know! what I'm getting at is; I'm glad Coen has a buddy in the family.
They are so funny when they play together. Coen, Layton, and Trey(the other cousin buddy) run from one end one the house to the other, screaming. Sounds annoying, but most of the time, I'm just glad they are having fun together.
I've been especially random, but It feels nice being able to type without Adeline or Coen demanding my attention. And,I think Coen has finally fallen asleep. That only took 2 hours. and now I hear Adeline waking up. Perfect timing.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Dr. Meanie vs Ms. Mommy
Sometimes my life is so boring that it really drives me crazy. I really do mean crazy. I get irrational, and I obsess and get angry about the littlest things. I know I'm acting crazy, but I can't help myself. It's probably sleep deprivation.
Poor Justin has had to endure my moodiness...did I mention what a good husband he is? He knows I'm crazy too. He knows how to keep his mouth shut though. Sometimes I wish he would say something mean so that I could feel justified to be a meanie. He doesn't though. In fact when I get irrational, he gets painfully silent. Like I said, he's smart.
In other news, Coen continues to break into my room to watch tv during "no tv time". The boy is like a junkie, doing what ever he can to get his fix. In fact he is sneaking around right now... This is why I'm crazy. Wait, maybe it's just pms. That would explain a few things.
Poor Justin has had to endure my moodiness...did I mention what a good husband he is? He knows I'm crazy too. He knows how to keep his mouth shut though. Sometimes I wish he would say something mean so that I could feel justified to be a meanie. He doesn't though. In fact when I get irrational, he gets painfully silent. Like I said, he's smart.
In other news, Coen continues to break into my room to watch tv during "no tv time". The boy is like a junkie, doing what ever he can to get his fix. In fact he is sneaking around right now... This is why I'm crazy. Wait, maybe it's just pms. That would explain a few things.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Hi, my name is Coen, and I'm a Dora-holic.
I hate Dora the Explorer! Okay not really, but I hate that Coen seems to be addicted to Dora. He wakes up in the morning and wants to watch it ALL day. The second Dora starts rapping up the episode, Coen turns to me and demands more Dora. Not only does he demand Dora, but he screams and whines for more Dora. I send him to his room, and he sneaks in to my bedroom to turn the tv on. Dora isn't even on when he does this! Its like he's just trying to make a point to defy me. For the past 2 hours I've been trying to get Coen a nap with no success. He goes to my room and turns the tv on, and then when I spank him(Yes, I spank my children) and send him back to his room, he starts playing with his toys. Of course we have church tonight and he is extremely grouchy... When do the terrible two's end...or do the terrible 2's evolve into the horrifyingly terrible 3's? I hope not.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Catching Up
I feel like its been forever since I've blogged, and so much has happened in the last month. Adeline Elizabeth Fontenot arrived on August 4th. She weighed 5lbs 3ozs, and was 17.5 inches long. She was 6lbs at her 2 week check up and she's getting bigger everyday.
Unfortunately, I had the same heart trouble that I had with Coen and had to have extra help to get it back to a normal rhythm. I only had to stay one extra day in the hospital, so that was a blessing. Justin's parents stayed at the house for a week and a half which was wonderful.
My cardiologist referred me to a specialist at oschners and he recommended that I have an ablation procedure. After talking to the specialist i am confident that i should have the procedure done. so in October i will go back to oschners for the procedure and stay overnight for observation. Hopefully this will fix my problems. It has a 85% success rate once an irregular heart rhythm is induced(so they can see the problem), and less than 2% chance of complications. the procedure is minimally invasive(they'll use a catheter to get to my heart.)
The doctor put me on a new medicine in the hospital so I am not able to breastfeed, which was a major disappointment. I am now off of the medicine, but its a little too late now. I breastfed Coen and was planning to do the same with Adeline. Adeline is on soy formula and has reflex, and I can't help but think that it is because she isn't breastfeeding. I guess I'll never know for sure though. Adeline is doing great at night. Most nights she sleeps from 11 to 5(Coen did not do this until he was 6 months, so I can't complain.)
I have so much to blog about, but I'll leave it at that for now.
Unfortunately, I had the same heart trouble that I had with Coen and had to have extra help to get it back to a normal rhythm. I only had to stay one extra day in the hospital, so that was a blessing. Justin's parents stayed at the house for a week and a half which was wonderful.
My cardiologist referred me to a specialist at oschners and he recommended that I have an ablation procedure. After talking to the specialist i am confident that i should have the procedure done. so in October i will go back to oschners for the procedure and stay overnight for observation. Hopefully this will fix my problems. It has a 85% success rate once an irregular heart rhythm is induced(so they can see the problem), and less than 2% chance of complications. the procedure is minimally invasive(they'll use a catheter to get to my heart.)
The doctor put me on a new medicine in the hospital so I am not able to breastfeed, which was a major disappointment. I am now off of the medicine, but its a little too late now. I breastfed Coen and was planning to do the same with Adeline. Adeline is on soy formula and has reflex, and I can't help but think that it is because she isn't breastfeeding. I guess I'll never know for sure though. Adeline is doing great at night. Most nights she sleeps from 11 to 5(Coen did not do this until he was 6 months, so I can't complain.)
I have so much to blog about, but I'll leave it at that for now.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Target: an addiction
**This is a post from July that I forgot to post**
Every time I go to target I end up spending way more than I intended. Coupons never help the situation. I usually spend twice as much with coupons. Well last night we went to Hattiesburg so Coen could go to Chuck E. Cheese's(because I have new baby guilt)and we went to Sams and then Target afterwards. I had a 10% off coupon for anything left on my baby registry,so I loaded up my registry with random stuff we needed. Well, by the time we got to Target Coen was exhausted, my feet were swollen, and even Justin was exhausted. I made the mistake of not making a list of things we needed so i wandered aimlessly around target trying to remember what I needed. Everything we bought we needed,but we spent way more than we needed to. That always seems to happen at Target.
Every time I go to target I end up spending way more than I intended. Coupons never help the situation. I usually spend twice as much with coupons. Well last night we went to Hattiesburg so Coen could go to Chuck E. Cheese's(because I have new baby guilt)and we went to Sams and then Target afterwards. I had a 10% off coupon for anything left on my baby registry,so I loaded up my registry with random stuff we needed. Well, by the time we got to Target Coen was exhausted, my feet were swollen, and even Justin was exhausted. I made the mistake of not making a list of things we needed so i wandered aimlessly around target trying to remember what I needed. Everything we bought we needed,but we spent way more than we needed to. That always seems to happen at Target.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
10 days...Wait! 10 days?!
I have 10 days until my c-section. I have been so paranoid this week. Every few minutes I get this overwhelming feeling that I'm going to go into labor this week and I'm not going to be ready! I had a OB appointment yesterday and I just knew the OB was going to tell me I was in labor(everything was normal). It doesn't matter that I'm not having consistent contractions; I still get nervous every time I have braxton hicks contractions. It doesn't help that my OB is out of town this week. Also my mother-in-law, who is supposed to come down to watch Coen, won't be able to come until Aug. 4th(my section date), so if something were to happen before then we wouldn't have anybody here in Laurel I would feel comfortable leaving Coen with for 3 days. It seems like every reliable person I know is going to be out of town or well, not reliable. And I really want this to be a good experience and as close to normal as possible for Coen. But it hit me yesterday that I have no back up plan... Okay I'm having a little bit of a panic attack. This too will pass. I just have to figure out how to clean my entire house with feet the size of footballs.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Blogging Troubles
My to do list is coming along. As soon as I clean out our closets I will have completed my list for this week. It feels so good to be caught up on laundry!
Quick side note: I found Coen with the laptop this morning. He was plucking the keys from the keyboard one at a time. Luckily Justin works with computers and is able to get replacement parts easily. Unfortunatly, Its very hard to blog with 6 keys missing. By the way, my son is a tiny clone of his father. Justins mom tells me he did stuff like this all the time when he was a kid...lucky me!
Quick side note: I found Coen with the laptop this morning. He was plucking the keys from the keyboard one at a time. Luckily Justin works with computers and is able to get replacement parts easily. Unfortunatly, Its very hard to blog with 6 keys missing. By the way, my son is a tiny clone of his father. Justins mom tells me he did stuff like this all the time when he was a kid...lucky me!
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Official Swim Club Member!
Coen "graduated" from swim lessons this morning. All of the kids who have been taking lessons and their families were there(about 25 people). Coen was a little overwhelmed. He refused to show Justin anything he learned, in fact he refused to get in the pool. He finally let Justin take him to the edge of the pool so they could put their feet in. From there he demonstrated his kicking abilities for Justin. We'll have to keep working on the whole getting in the water thing, but Coen is an official member of the Scoggins Swim Club. He was very proud of his certificate. Totally off subject, but as we were leaving I was fixing a drink and knocked over someones can of soda, which spilled onto a envelope of certificates. I wiped up the certificates the best I could and gave them to one of the swim helpers(Cellie, the instructor was in the pool) and she looked at me like I was a monster. I felt like one. I just kind of turned and left. I didn't know what else to do. Why am I so socially ackward?
New clothes...well sort of.
Yesterday my friend Brooke brought me a HUGE tub of her daughters clothes. Most of it is winter clothes 3-6 months which I desperately needed. All of it is so cute! I "ew'd" and "ah'd" over everything for hours. God is so good to me even when I don't trust Him. I have been stressing about buying new winter clothes and this was such a God thing. Even when I leave everyhing up to me, God knows when to take control. If He's this good to me when I don't ask, can you even imagine how good He is when I remember to put my faith and trust in Him. I love the little things, and God is so good at providing little and big things.
Friday, July 11, 2008
I'm NESTING!
I have finally started to "nest"! I hear some pregnant women complain about nesting, or talk about it in a negative way, but I have to say, I am loving it! I have made lists of things to be done before Adeline gets here(I love lists!), and I have started checking off my lists. Much to Justin's horror I made my way around to house last night taking note of everything that had to be done. Here is a sample of the "list":
Week One:
1. Finish Adeline's Room
*Organize Closet
*Hang curtains and curtain rod
*Find matching bedding for full size bed
2.Clean Master Bedroom
*Sort/Wash/Put Away the mountain of laundry
*Organize the closet
*Clean Under the bed
3.Wash the walls and windows
4.Wash Adelines clothes/blankets/bedding with Dreft
Week Two:
1.Clean off Carport/Laundry Room
* Sweep and Organize
2.Yard
*Mow grass
*Weed eat
*Wash siding
3.Organize Closets
4.Shop for last minute items
Week Three:
1.Clean Bathrooms
2.Sweep/Mop/Polish all the floors
3.Organize Pantry/Kitchen Cabinets
4.Clean out the fridge
My list keeps growing, but I have been more productive today than I have been all week! I have gone from having no energy to having an abundance! I'm trying not to over due it and pace myself, but so far I feel great!
Week One:
1. Finish Adeline's Room
*Organize Closet
*Hang curtains and curtain rod
*Find matching bedding for full size bed
2.Clean Master Bedroom
*Sort/Wash/Put Away the mountain of laundry
*Organize the closet
*Clean Under the bed
3.Wash the walls and windows
4.Wash Adelines clothes/blankets/bedding with Dreft
Week Two:
1.Clean off Carport/Laundry Room
* Sweep and Organize
2.Yard
*Mow grass
*Weed eat
*Wash siding
3.Organize Closets
4.Shop for last minute items
Week Three:
1.Clean Bathrooms
2.Sweep/Mop/Polish all the floors
3.Organize Pantry/Kitchen Cabinets
4.Clean out the fridge
My list keeps growing, but I have been more productive today than I have been all week! I have gone from having no energy to having an abundance! I'm trying not to over due it and pace myself, but so far I feel great!
Thursday, July 3, 2008
One Month and Counting!
One month from tomorrow(July 4th), Adeline will FINALLY be here! My c-section is scheduled for August 4th at 7:30am and I am so ready to meet her!
My sweet friends came over this week to help me put baby furniture together. It took all three of us to accomplish the task. Regina and her kids got to my house at 10:20 and we took the changing table out of its box and stared at it for a while. At 11:15 when Allison arrived we had organized the millions of pieces. Allison helped us pick up the pace and by 11:45 had most of the changing table put together. It was really complicated! At that point the kids were getting hungry and cranky so we took a McDonald's break. Not exactly relaxing, but the kids loved it. After lunch, sweet Regina took the 3 older kids(Coen 2yrs, Caleb 2yrs, Addyson 4yrs) to the park and to get snow cones. Regina is Wonder Woman. Allison and I took Reginas' baby Hallye inside my house to nap while we finished putting the changing table together.
I want to take a moment to say that the instructions for the changing table clearly said NOT to use a power drill, so we didn't. When we put the drawers together we couldn't get some of the screws to tighten. We tried over and over again but it was not happening. Allison and I were convinced the pieces were defective. So we got everything together except the drawers and then ran into a similar problem with the crib. We called it quits at 4:30 after we had to undo and redo all the work we had done on the crib. Assembly is hard work! Justin came home that night, grabbed a POWER DRILL and finished it in like 2 minutes. Show Off.
Back to my friends, Regina and Allison, they are so wonderful! Without them I would still be procrastinating. I love having friends! That sounds so weird, but after I got married I lost a lot of my friends. Mostly my fault. My priorities shifted and my life was crazy. When I was pregnant with Coen, I felt very isolated. I stayed at home(didn't work outside the home) half of my pregnancy and we stopped going to our church, and I cut myself off. I really regret that now, but it makes me so much more aware of how lucky I am to be surrounded by friends and family now. I don't have a lot of friends, but the ones I have now are incredibly kind, smart, fun, supportive, and just all around good people.
For example, Regina asked me back in March if she could throw me a baby shower. She didn't even have to offer since most people think showers for second babies are bad etiquette. She planned the entire thing, sent out invitations, made a beautiful cake, and made me an adorable gift along with helping buy a high chair. A few of my other friends helped host and it all meant so much to me. I have the best friends in the world!
So I have rambled all over the place and probably used horrible grammar, but I think I got my point across, which is, I have phenomenal friends! I hope I can be there for them like they have for me.
My sweet friends came over this week to help me put baby furniture together. It took all three of us to accomplish the task. Regina and her kids got to my house at 10:20 and we took the changing table out of its box and stared at it for a while. At 11:15 when Allison arrived we had organized the millions of pieces. Allison helped us pick up the pace and by 11:45 had most of the changing table put together. It was really complicated! At that point the kids were getting hungry and cranky so we took a McDonald's break. Not exactly relaxing, but the kids loved it. After lunch, sweet Regina took the 3 older kids(Coen 2yrs, Caleb 2yrs, Addyson 4yrs) to the park and to get snow cones. Regina is Wonder Woman. Allison and I took Reginas' baby Hallye inside my house to nap while we finished putting the changing table together.
I want to take a moment to say that the instructions for the changing table clearly said NOT to use a power drill, so we didn't. When we put the drawers together we couldn't get some of the screws to tighten. We tried over and over again but it was not happening. Allison and I were convinced the pieces were defective. So we got everything together except the drawers and then ran into a similar problem with the crib. We called it quits at 4:30 after we had to undo and redo all the work we had done on the crib. Assembly is hard work! Justin came home that night, grabbed a POWER DRILL and finished it in like 2 minutes. Show Off.
Back to my friends, Regina and Allison, they are so wonderful! Without them I would still be procrastinating. I love having friends! That sounds so weird, but after I got married I lost a lot of my friends. Mostly my fault. My priorities shifted and my life was crazy. When I was pregnant with Coen, I felt very isolated. I stayed at home(didn't work outside the home) half of my pregnancy and we stopped going to our church, and I cut myself off. I really regret that now, but it makes me so much more aware of how lucky I am to be surrounded by friends and family now. I don't have a lot of friends, but the ones I have now are incredibly kind, smart, fun, supportive, and just all around good people.
For example, Regina asked me back in March if she could throw me a baby shower. She didn't even have to offer since most people think showers for second babies are bad etiquette. She planned the entire thing, sent out invitations, made a beautiful cake, and made me an adorable gift along with helping buy a high chair. A few of my other friends helped host and it all meant so much to me. I have the best friends in the world!
So I have rambled all over the place and probably used horrible grammar, but I think I got my point across, which is, I have phenomenal friends! I hope I can be there for them like they have for me.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Hamburger Helper...
So I cooked Hamburger Helper for dinner last night. It was quick and easy and I thought it tasted pretty good. It's not gourmet or anything, but its decent enough. Well Coen took one look at his plate and yelled "EWWWWWW! Yuck! That's gross!" I just rolled my eyes and told him to eat his dinner. I told him it tasted like mac n cheese(his favorite food)but he wasn't buying it. He told me he was done. At this point he hadn't even tasted it. Well Justin told him he had to eat a few bite before he left the table. I told him he couldn't read any books or watch any TV until he ate some of his food. Justin told him he would go straight to bed if he didn't eat his food right then. Well Coen picked up a noodle and stuck it in his mouth and proceeded to gag. He sat there and almost made himself vomit. Well neither of us believed that the hamburger helper was that disgusting so we made him keep trying. Every bite he took, he gagged and spit his food out. Finally after a threat of no bath time he ate 1 noodle and a few bites of corn. Needless to say he went to bed right after bath. Where did my child learn this dramatic behavior? Probably Sponge Bob.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
I'm so negative!
I was reading back over my post, and I realized how negative I am! I am going to make an effort to blog about the good things in my life too! There are so many great things that God has blessed me with, and I feel like I sometimes over look those good things.
On that note, I just wanted to say how incredibly blessed I am that I get the opportunity to stay home with my kids. I take that for granted, but I truly love it! Its not always easy, but its benefits out way the challenges. I will probably need to be reminded of this in 2 months when I have two year old and a newborn, but I still think it will be worth it!
On that note, I just wanted to say how incredibly blessed I am that I get the opportunity to stay home with my kids. I take that for granted, but I truly love it! Its not always easy, but its benefits out way the challenges. I will probably need to be reminded of this in 2 months when I have two year old and a newborn, but I still think it will be worth it!
The Potty Training Hell continues...
Okay so I lied,potty training continues. I stopped pushing Coen to use the potty, but if he asks to go I'm taking him. On Tuesday we woke up and Coen told me he needed to use the potty so I humored him. He sat on the potty for like 2 seconds and then asked to brush his teeth. I give him his toothbrush and left the room to get a clean pull up. I walk back into the bathroom and find a puddle of pee on the floor. Coen informs me he used the potty... not quite! He was too busy brushing his teeth to be bothered with sitting on the potty , or even aiming in the general direction of the potty. So I cleaned it up and PATIENTLY explained to Coen he needed to peepee IN the potty. Coen gravely nodded his head and agreed with me in a way that indicated he too thought puddles of pee were a serious problem.
Fast forward a few hours... Coen had a great swim lesson, we came home and he ate all of his macaroni and cheese(and even asked for seconds). By now Coen has asked to sit on the potty several times with no success. After lunch I called my sister and was talking to her about my potty troubles, when Coen declares he needs to go potty. I roll my eyes and walk him to the potty. I sat in the hallway on the floor talking to my sister and waiting for Coen to finish when he screams "PEE PEE"! Coen used the potty! Sort of... He was sitting on the potty but was a little off target. But thats okay! He went pee pee in the potty! I cleaned up the mess and praised him and we put stickers on the chart! I told him everytime he went potty he could put a sticker on his chart. It was great! I felt victorious!
Well, Coen didn't want to put his big boy undies back on, and I didn't want to chase after him so he streaked around the house while I continued to talk to my sister Christy(We had a lot to catch up on). A few minutes later I couldn't hear Coen running anymore and began to get concerned... but not enough to get up...it had been a long morning. Well I heard Coen walking slowly down the hallway. He had something all over him. I thought "No it can't be...he wouldn't have...". I ask Coen what he had smeared all over him, hoping it was food, or dirt, or anything except for what I was thinking. Coen had a disgusted look on his face and all he said was,"Stinky." So I asked him my dreaded questions: "Coen is that POOP on you?! WHY is there poop on you?! WHERE did you poop at?!" I had my motivation to get off the phone. I slowly walked down the hallway to the bathroom hoping I would find "stinky" in there. No such luck. I continued into the living room where his potty chair was. Nope nothing in there. With urgency I ran into the kitchen.. NOTHING! That left one room left to check, the only room in our house with carpet, the den. Sure enough I turned the corner to see(and smell) the pile of stinky along with a puddle of pee. He had tracked it all across the room. I took my poop covered child and put him in the shower. I cleaned him up while asking one question over and over again, "WHY?". I was more talking to myself than actually asking Coen. The only thing I could think about was the fact that he had been sitting on the toilet for 30 minutes less than 5 minutes before... and he pooped on the CARPET! He just kept saying "Sticky!" I cleaned up the poop on the carpet the best I could and called my husband. I told Coen to please leave the room, because Mommy needed a minute by herself(for his safety). There was nothing my husband could physically do for me at that moment and I'm sure he was incredibly thankful that he was 15 miles away at work, but I just needed to tell him what happened and see if he knew WHY it had happened. He didn't have the answers I needed. The fact that we steam cleaned our carpet that night made everything better. But I keep wondering to myself,"Did Coen think pooping on the carpet would earn him a sticker?" I don't know, but I do know that I wasn't cut out for this potty training thing.
Fast forward a few hours... Coen had a great swim lesson, we came home and he ate all of his macaroni and cheese(and even asked for seconds). By now Coen has asked to sit on the potty several times with no success. After lunch I called my sister and was talking to her about my potty troubles, when Coen declares he needs to go potty. I roll my eyes and walk him to the potty. I sat in the hallway on the floor talking to my sister and waiting for Coen to finish when he screams "PEE PEE"! Coen used the potty! Sort of... He was sitting on the potty but was a little off target. But thats okay! He went pee pee in the potty! I cleaned up the mess and praised him and we put stickers on the chart! I told him everytime he went potty he could put a sticker on his chart. It was great! I felt victorious!
Well, Coen didn't want to put his big boy undies back on, and I didn't want to chase after him so he streaked around the house while I continued to talk to my sister Christy(We had a lot to catch up on). A few minutes later I couldn't hear Coen running anymore and began to get concerned... but not enough to get up...it had been a long morning. Well I heard Coen walking slowly down the hallway. He had something all over him. I thought "No it can't be...he wouldn't have...". I ask Coen what he had smeared all over him, hoping it was food, or dirt, or anything except for what I was thinking. Coen had a disgusted look on his face and all he said was,"Stinky." So I asked him my dreaded questions: "Coen is that POOP on you?! WHY is there poop on you?! WHERE did you poop at?!" I had my motivation to get off the phone. I slowly walked down the hallway to the bathroom hoping I would find "stinky" in there. No such luck. I continued into the living room where his potty chair was. Nope nothing in there. With urgency I ran into the kitchen.. NOTHING! That left one room left to check, the only room in our house with carpet, the den. Sure enough I turned the corner to see(and smell) the pile of stinky along with a puddle of pee. He had tracked it all across the room. I took my poop covered child and put him in the shower. I cleaned him up while asking one question over and over again, "WHY?". I was more talking to myself than actually asking Coen. The only thing I could think about was the fact that he had been sitting on the toilet for 30 minutes less than 5 minutes before... and he pooped on the CARPET! He just kept saying "Sticky!" I cleaned up the poop on the carpet the best I could and called my husband. I told Coen to please leave the room, because Mommy needed a minute by herself(for his safety). There was nothing my husband could physically do for me at that moment and I'm sure he was incredibly thankful that he was 15 miles away at work, but I just needed to tell him what happened and see if he knew WHY it had happened. He didn't have the answers I needed. The fact that we steam cleaned our carpet that night made everything better. But I keep wondering to myself,"Did Coen think pooping on the carpet would earn him a sticker?" I don't know, but I do know that I wasn't cut out for this potty training thing.
Monday, June 23, 2008
One of those parents...
Coen started swim lessons last week. It has taken every ounce of restraint I possess to not be an over bearing parent! Coen likes the pool but gets easily distracted by everything. He was getting out of the pool and running to find toys and floats to play with. I would firmly direct him to get back by the pool to wait for Ms. Cellie, his instructor. This never works for more than 2 minutes. There are two 2 year olds, two 3 year olds, and a 4 year old in his class so needless to say it is a hectic lesson. It takes a lot to get those kids reined in, and the 2 instructors do a great job making sure the kids are having fun. The first 2 lessons Coen spent more time out of the pool than in it(his choice). Let me just say we are paying $75 for these swim lessons. This is a huge factor in me not letting him wander around while the other kids are swimming. It feels like I sit there the whole hour telling him to get back by the pool. He's not scared of water, so I'm not a horrible monster, he just gets bored! I was worried he wasn't catching on as fast as the other kids, but he just has better things to do.
So today after Coen started asking to get out of the pool I went inside the house, and a miracle occurred! Coen started listening to his teacher! He stayed in the pool and stopped whining! I think the instructors felt more comfortable being firm with him when I wasn't there, and that's great! So apparently I am the problem... Am I becoming a little league mom? I hope not but I can understand those moms a little better now. I really have to keep myself in check so I don't start yelling things at Coen like,
He really did have a great lesson today! He learned how to kick across the pool using a body board. He put his whole head under water 2-3 times and didn't get upset. He really seemed to have more fun, because apparently I'm a killjoy.
So today after Coen started asking to get out of the pool I went inside the house, and a miracle occurred! Coen started listening to his teacher! He stayed in the pool and stopped whining! I think the instructors felt more comfortable being firm with him when I wasn't there, and that's great! So apparently I am the problem... Am I becoming a little league mom? I hope not but I can understand those moms a little better now. I really have to keep myself in check so I don't start yelling things at Coen like,
Get back in the pool! We aren't paying for you to play!, because I signed him up for lessons so he could have something fun to do with his friends. I just have to keep that in mind when he's being difficult at lessons.
He really did have a great lesson today! He learned how to kick across the pool using a body board. He put his whole head under water 2-3 times and didn't get upset. He really seemed to have more fun, because apparently I'm a killjoy.
Potty Training HELL!
When Adam and Eve got kicked out of the garden of Eden and Eve was cursed with the pain of child birth, I think God also cursed Eve with the terror of potty training. Coen(he is 2 1/2 now) has started to some show interest in potty training... ok, very, very little interest, but I jumped at the first glimmer of curiosity. I bought big boy undies, a big boy potty, a potty chart(with Cars stickers). Coen actually WANTS to sit on the potty...like every five minutes. I think he's confused about the process, that or he's humoring me. He uses the potty(in his diaper) and then strips down and gets on the potty. I've lost count of the number of diapers we've gone through today. He hates the undies, the potty, and I think he's been mocking my sticker chart. I'm giving up on potty training because I'm just not patient enough. I'm just going to wait until he starts begging to use the big boy potty and then he can have at it. There is no persuading Coen; he will decide when he's ready.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Adeline Elizabeth
We have finally picked out a name for Baby Girl Fontenot. Her name is now Adeline Elizabeth Fontenot.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Its a girl!
We are having a little girl! I'm so excited! This is what I've been hoping for, but all I can think about is how I was as a little girl...scary. That and the cost! People keep telling me how expensive girls are, and when she said "its a girl", that is all I could think of! Dance lessons, proms, weddings... I'm going to cry!
Pollen
I don't think I really have to say more than that one ominous word...Pollen. I hate pollen. I don't remember it ever affecting me this much. Maybe it's because I'm pregnant or growing older(ripe old age of 21), but it has knocked me out this year. I haven't been able to take anything which magnifies how bad I feel. Coen has had an ear infection from the pollen but is finally getting over it. Life will return to normal as soon as the pollen is gone.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Hate Hattiesburg
I hate Hattiesburg...I dont know what exactly, probably the traffic, but it makes me angry and upset and insecure and unwanted and despised. It probably has a little more to do with me than Hattiesburg, but shes so easy to blame.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Trains, Planes, and Automobiles
Last night, after we got Coen in bed, I started cleaning the kitchen and dining room. I decided to set up the track on Coen train table in hopes that he might actually play with it. Justin came in to help me, and we were like 2 little kids, picking out track patterns when I hear the door slowly open. Coen stood in the doorway looking utterly betrayed. His look said,"So this is what you guys do when I go to sleep...I thought I could trust you." He was so mad when we made him go back to his room. He was grabbing the door frame and kicking wildly, but the look on his face was the wildest thing I've ever seen. The look made it known that we would be sorry. I really felt like I had wronged him in some way(He is very persuasive). So in the fuure I will go nowhere near that boys toys after he is in bed. I have a feeling he will be watching...
Monday, March 10, 2008
MINE!
At two years of age, did I think EVERYTHING was mine? Probably. My son sure does think so. Gum. He has had 5 peices of gum today and every single piece was swallowed by my terrible two year old. Am I a bad person to refuse my precious little angel another piece? I do not think so, but he sure believes it! He patiently, then violently explains to me that the gum is his. I think he forgot about the part where he stole it out of my purse this morning. No he didn't forget, it doesn't matter because everything Coen wants somehow becomes his. And there is another on the way...
What was I thinking? I was thinking of the sweet little boy who climbs into bed with me everynight; the little boy who insist on sharing his snack with me(whether I want it or not); the little boy who reaches for my hand everytime we pray. That is a little bit of why I want another child. I just need to remind myself of that for the next few years.
What was I thinking? I was thinking of the sweet little boy who climbs into bed with me everynight; the little boy who insist on sharing his snack with me(whether I want it or not); the little boy who reaches for my hand everytime we pray. That is a little bit of why I want another child. I just need to remind myself of that for the next few years.
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In this storm...
I will never understand the trials God puts me through, but I am beginning to understand that these trials are all in His plan for me. Just knowing this gives me peace. I know He has plans to prosper me not to harm me. (Jer. 29:11) In the past few weeks I've had to learn how to cling to these words. I'm learning to praise Him in these storms; to lift my eyes toward Him, after all it only makes sense to trust my Maker. I take solace in Psalms 126. I love my Savior and to put my trust in Him is the only thing that makes sense to me. I know that if I keep my eyes on Him, He will give me the comfort and direction I yearn for.
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