To my 3 year old there is nothing in the world like his daddy. He makes it very clear to EVERYONE that dad is his most favorite thing EVER! This drives me insane! I nearly break my neck to do everything in my power to make him happy and I'm still 2nd best. Seriously, who thinks of the fun little activities to do with them on the weekends? That would be ME. Who gets all of their favorite snacks at the store? Me again! Plus tons of other little things I'm not even going to list. So I have been trying to figure out WHY my hubby has obtained the "Favorite Parent" spot. So, after watching and listening the past week I believe I have it figured out! I'm the only one who ever says NO. Here is a few examples of the responses my hubs gives vs. the response I give.
Me: Do NOT piss on the cat!
Hubby: Better get Bobo to sit on him first so he can't run.
Me: Please don't put ketchup in your brothers hair.
Hubby: Make sure you get the other side of his head.
Me: No, you CANNOT ride your motorcycle down the steps!
Hubby: Make sure you put pillows at the bottom to land on.
Me: No more ice cream. You just brushed your teeth for bed.
Hubby: Bring me one while you’re in there
Me: Don't paint the cat!
Hubby: Better make Bobo sit on him again.
Me: That’s the last ice cream. So, either share it with Bobo or neither one of you get it.
Hubby: Go hide and eat it before he finds you
Me: Don't put the dog in the bath tub with you.
Hubby: HONEY! Come look at Diddly try to swim!
Me: Don't put the hamster in the toilet.
Hubby: Can hamsters swim?
Me: Yes you have to take a bath.
Hubby: Hurry and wipe your face real quick so she thinks your clean.
So there is no question in my mind why my hubs is the favorite. Hell, he would be my favorite too! So this weekend I think I'm going to let the hubby have a little taste of what it’s like to be the parent that always says 'NO' *evil laugh* Knowing my luck my kids will end up filthy and the animals will be traumatized, but I might be the favorite just ONCE!
Friday, May 31, 2013
Friday, May 24, 2013
Don't Mess with the BoBo
My favorite part of the day is after work when I get to go home and hang out with my boys. I guess since I have to be away from them during the day for work I really look forward to the time I get to spend with them just playing. I miss them so much when I'm at work, and I feel like I miss out on so much of them growing up. Going back to work after having them was my choice, however I can't help regret the time I'm missing with them just a little bit. Could we have made ends meet if I had not went back to work? Yes, but it would have been a struggle. So I made the decision to go back to work, and have the extra money to be able to buy our kids anything they would want. I love having my boys big over the top birthday parties, and being able to take them on trips. If I had not went back to work we would not have been able to afford to do those things for them. I still wonder if it was a better choice to miss a few hours a day with them to be able to spoil them, or would they be happier spending 24/7 with me and not have everything that they do now. Personally, I think they enjoy spending time with their Mam-mam and Pap-pap during the day, and they still get plenty of time with me and their daddy every evening/night and weekends. Still I'm just a little bit jealous of the stay at home moms that get to spend all their time with their kids.
Anyway, I have went way off topic of what I planned on writing about. Back to my original story...
I was watching the hubby wrestle with kid #1 last night. Poor kid was giving it all he had trying to "whoop up" his daddy. When #2 noticed what was going on I guess he wanted in on the action. So he comes running over swinging his arms. The hubby says "Come on! I'll take on both of ya!" I guess he didn't realize that kid #2 fights dirty. He's a vicious little thing. Next thing my hubby knows kid #2 whacks him in the balls with a plastic bowling pin then head butts him in the face while he was rolling around on the floor. That’s right, my hubs just got his ass kicked by a 1 year old. I thought it was hilarious.
A little while later hubs was laying in the floor playing cars with kid #1, while me and #2 were sitting on the couch eating ice cream. Well, my hubby starts giving me a hard time about how eating ice cream defeats the purpose of running on the treat mill...blah blah blah. I told him if he didn't shut it I was going to release the baby. (If you have seen the movie 'The Croods' you will get what I'm sayin' there lol) He apparently did not learn his lesson from earlier that you do not mess with the BoBo. So I let kid #2 off my lap and told him to go attack daddy. Well that just encouraged kid #1 to jump on his daddy’s head. While he was distracted by the flailing 3 year old hanging onto his face kid #2 jumps on his back. I see kid #2 leaning over with his mouth wide open. He's a biter. Normally if I see him start to bite I can just say "No biting!" and he will stop. Well, I saw him going in for the bite, and you know what I did. Not a damn thing. I had warned the hubby, but he just didn't listen so in my opinion he earned that. Kid #2 bit him right on the ass. Left teeth marks and all. From now on I think he might listen when I tell him I'll let the little rug rat loose on him. Thank God that kid is a mamma’s boy! =)
Anyway, I have went way off topic of what I planned on writing about. Back to my original story...
I was watching the hubby wrestle with kid #1 last night. Poor kid was giving it all he had trying to "whoop up" his daddy. When #2 noticed what was going on I guess he wanted in on the action. So he comes running over swinging his arms. The hubby says "Come on! I'll take on both of ya!" I guess he didn't realize that kid #2 fights dirty. He's a vicious little thing. Next thing my hubby knows kid #2 whacks him in the balls with a plastic bowling pin then head butts him in the face while he was rolling around on the floor. That’s right, my hubs just got his ass kicked by a 1 year old. I thought it was hilarious.
A little while later hubs was laying in the floor playing cars with kid #1, while me and #2 were sitting on the couch eating ice cream. Well, my hubby starts giving me a hard time about how eating ice cream defeats the purpose of running on the treat mill...blah blah blah. I told him if he didn't shut it I was going to release the baby. (If you have seen the movie 'The Croods' you will get what I'm sayin' there lol) He apparently did not learn his lesson from earlier that you do not mess with the BoBo. So I let kid #2 off my lap and told him to go attack daddy. Well that just encouraged kid #1 to jump on his daddy’s head. While he was distracted by the flailing 3 year old hanging onto his face kid #2 jumps on his back. I see kid #2 leaning over with his mouth wide open. He's a biter. Normally if I see him start to bite I can just say "No biting!" and he will stop. Well, I saw him going in for the bite, and you know what I did. Not a damn thing. I had warned the hubby, but he just didn't listen so in my opinion he earned that. Kid #2 bit him right on the ass. Left teeth marks and all. From now on I think he might listen when I tell him I'll let the little rug rat loose on him. Thank God that kid is a mamma’s boy! =)
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Broke my butt
Well, yesterday completely sucked. I had a serious case of "I'm the worst mommy ever"s, and I'm pretty sure I broke my ass.
The day started normal enough. Get up, get myself and kids ready, start out the door for work. So, I head down our front steps carrying kid #2, half a watermelon (Kid #1 insisted on taking it to Mam-Mams with him) and a diaper bag. Then I fell. Not just a graceful slip, but a full on legs in the air fall. I managed to hold onto everything, but that resulted in no attempt what so ever to catch myself. At least I didn't have a busted watermelon and broken baby though. First reaction is jump right back up. While holding kid #2, which is screaming bloody murder, I'm trying to tell kid #1 that everything is fine. I can't breathe. Nothing.....can't even get enough air to croak out "Its fine". So kid #1 starts to panic. I finally mange to make enough hand jesters so that he understood to just calm down, just hang out on the porch for a minute.
Ok, hobble to the car and sit #2 in his car seat to make sure he's ok. By this point he has already stopped crying so I assume he is fine. Me....not so much.
I go back to the porch to get #1, and bring him to the car. I can't even get him in his car seat. I am in so much pain I think I'm going to pass out. I CANNOT pass out and leave both kids outside by themselves. I have to call the hubby to tell him what’s going on. Do you know what he says to me? He says "What do you want me to do about it?" "I WANT TO YOU FIX IT! WHAT THE HELL ELSE WOULD I WANT?! YA KNOW WHAT, FORGET IT!" Then I hang up on him. I get just a little mean when I'm hurting.
I've had two kids, one fall can't be that bad right? Bullshit. I had an epidural with both....this hurts much worse. Just amputate my butt. I don't need it.....I have way to much anyways.
I somehow managed to get to my mom’s to drop the kiddies off. I cried the whole way. Do you realize how hard it is to drive while trying not to sit down? Super hard. It took me about 5 minutes to just get out of my car by the time I got to work. I walk funny and I'm pretty sure I will see every color of the rainbow when I get home to check the lower regions of my body. Then mom texts me to tell me my BoBo (#2) is limping. Oh my god....he is limping, and his leg is hurt, and its all my fault. I'm a horrible mom, and my baby got hurt because I'm so damn clumsy I can't even walk down steps without falling. By the time I leave work and get home he isn't limping anymore and is acting fine. I still feel like crap though.
I ended my night with a ice pack and curled up in bed cuddling my little partner in falling.
The day started normal enough. Get up, get myself and kids ready, start out the door for work. So, I head down our front steps carrying kid #2, half a watermelon (Kid #1 insisted on taking it to Mam-Mams with him) and a diaper bag. Then I fell. Not just a graceful slip, but a full on legs in the air fall. I managed to hold onto everything, but that resulted in no attempt what so ever to catch myself. At least I didn't have a busted watermelon and broken baby though. First reaction is jump right back up. While holding kid #2, which is screaming bloody murder, I'm trying to tell kid #1 that everything is fine. I can't breathe. Nothing.....can't even get enough air to croak out "Its fine". So kid #1 starts to panic. I finally mange to make enough hand jesters so that he understood to just calm down, just hang out on the porch for a minute.
Ok, hobble to the car and sit #2 in his car seat to make sure he's ok. By this point he has already stopped crying so I assume he is fine. Me....not so much.
I go back to the porch to get #1, and bring him to the car. I can't even get him in his car seat. I am in so much pain I think I'm going to pass out. I CANNOT pass out and leave both kids outside by themselves. I have to call the hubby to tell him what’s going on. Do you know what he says to me? He says "What do you want me to do about it?" "I WANT TO YOU FIX IT! WHAT THE HELL ELSE WOULD I WANT?! YA KNOW WHAT, FORGET IT!" Then I hang up on him. I get just a little mean when I'm hurting.
I've had two kids, one fall can't be that bad right? Bullshit. I had an epidural with both....this hurts much worse. Just amputate my butt. I don't need it.....I have way to much anyways.
I somehow managed to get to my mom’s to drop the kiddies off. I cried the whole way. Do you realize how hard it is to drive while trying not to sit down? Super hard. It took me about 5 minutes to just get out of my car by the time I got to work. I walk funny and I'm pretty sure I will see every color of the rainbow when I get home to check the lower regions of my body. Then mom texts me to tell me my BoBo (#2) is limping. Oh my god....he is limping, and his leg is hurt, and its all my fault. I'm a horrible mom, and my baby got hurt because I'm so damn clumsy I can't even walk down steps without falling. By the time I leave work and get home he isn't limping anymore and is acting fine. I still feel like crap though.
I ended my night with a ice pack and curled up in bed cuddling my little partner in falling.
Friday, May 10, 2013
Conversations with at 3 year old
Just a few conversations with my 3 year old.....They amused me so I thought I would share.
Picking the boys up after work, and he comes running from the barn....
#1: We got pigs! We're gonna eat 'em.
Me: Ok, Are they big pigs?
#1: Not much.....they gotta be hogs (it sounds like hawgs when he says it) first
Me: Oooooo
#1: Do you wanna shoot 'em?
Me: No......do you?
#1: Maybe lets let Pap-Pap do that......Maybe lets just keep 'em.
Talking to his little brother who can't even talk yet....
#1: Bobo my car is better than yours. (matchbox cars)
#2: Da
#1: NO Mine is better
#2: Da
#1: NO MINE IS BETTER
#2: Bite? (offering him his pop tart)
#1: Mommy Bobo ain't listenin' to me....
I'm in the bathroom and he comes running in.,,,
#1: I gotta potty!
Me: Well wait just a minute
#1: I can't wait!!
Me: Well go pee off the porch then
#1: I can't!!!
Me: *sigh* Fine just pee in the bath tub then! I'll clean it when I get done.
(I take my eyes off him for 5 seconds and look back up and he has his butt dangling over the side of the tub)
Me:WHAT ARE YOU DOING??
#1: I told you I had to potty!
And then he shit in the tub........
Driving down the road and we see a deer run across the road. He looks at it, then a few minutes later we see one laying on the side of the road....
#1: What that deer doin'?
Me: Taking a nap.....
#1: Why ain't it taking a nap in the woods?
Me: Ummm.....it just got tired and took a nap there.
.......a few minutes go by
#1: Mommy, I think that deer got runned over
Well....no sugar coating anything for this kid
While leaving my in-laws house he was giving then hugs, and saying bye. He gets to his granny and gives her a hug. Then looks at her and says..."Whoa, your a big one!"
We were leaving Wal-Mart and he was mad because he didn't get to take the buggy back with his daddy...
Hubby: You can take it next time. Stop with the tantrum.
#1: TURN AROUND AND GO BACK SO I CAN DO IT!
Hubby: No. Dry it up. You will next time.
#1: NO!! (screaming, kicking fit)
Hubby: You are getting ready to get in trouble
#1: I WANT- (Hubby interrupts him)
Hubby: One last warning.......Stop the fit or you won't get to take it back next time.
(Tears stop completely, and he points his finger at his daddy)
#1: Let me tell you sumfin......stop being hateful.
Hubby was stunned speechless lol
In a store and he kept trying to climb out of the buggy
Hubby: Get your leg back in there....
*Keeps on trying to climb out*
Hubby: I said get your leg back in there!
*Still trying to climb out*
Hubby: I'm counting to 3! 1.......2......
#1: 3!!! (Smiling and acting sweet)
Hubby: Get in the buggy!!
He cracks me up on a daily basis. Here is a little picture of my little brats!
Picking the boys up after work, and he comes running from the barn....
#1: We got pigs! We're gonna eat 'em.
Me: Ok, Are they big pigs?
#1: Not much.....they gotta be hogs (it sounds like hawgs when he says it) first
Me: Oooooo
#1: Do you wanna shoot 'em?
Me: No......do you?
#1: Maybe lets let Pap-Pap do that......Maybe lets just keep 'em.
Talking to his little brother who can't even talk yet....
#1: Bobo my car is better than yours. (matchbox cars)
#2: Da
#1: NO Mine is better
#2: Da
#1: NO MINE IS BETTER
#2: Bite? (offering him his pop tart)
#1: Mommy Bobo ain't listenin' to me....
I'm in the bathroom and he comes running in.,,,
#1: I gotta potty!
Me: Well wait just a minute
#1: I can't wait!!
Me: Well go pee off the porch then
#1: I can't!!!
Me: *sigh* Fine just pee in the bath tub then! I'll clean it when I get done.
(I take my eyes off him for 5 seconds and look back up and he has his butt dangling over the side of the tub)
Me:WHAT ARE YOU DOING??
#1: I told you I had to potty!
And then he shit in the tub........
Driving down the road and we see a deer run across the road. He looks at it, then a few minutes later we see one laying on the side of the road....
#1: What that deer doin'?
Me: Taking a nap.....
#1: Why ain't it taking a nap in the woods?
Me: Ummm.....it just got tired and took a nap there.
.......a few minutes go by
#1: Mommy, I think that deer got runned over
Well....no sugar coating anything for this kid
While leaving my in-laws house he was giving then hugs, and saying bye. He gets to his granny and gives her a hug. Then looks at her and says..."Whoa, your a big one!"
We were leaving Wal-Mart and he was mad because he didn't get to take the buggy back with his daddy...
Hubby: You can take it next time. Stop with the tantrum.
#1: TURN AROUND AND GO BACK SO I CAN DO IT!
Hubby: No. Dry it up. You will next time.
#1: NO!! (screaming, kicking fit)
Hubby: You are getting ready to get in trouble
#1: I WANT- (Hubby interrupts him)
Hubby: One last warning.......Stop the fit or you won't get to take it back next time.
(Tears stop completely, and he points his finger at his daddy)
#1: Let me tell you sumfin......stop being hateful.
Hubby was stunned speechless lol
In a store and he kept trying to climb out of the buggy
Hubby: Get your leg back in there....
*Keeps on trying to climb out*
Hubby: I said get your leg back in there!
*Still trying to climb out*
Hubby: I'm counting to 3! 1.......2......
#1: 3!!! (Smiling and acting sweet)
Hubby: Get in the buggy!!
He cracks me up on a daily basis. Here is a little picture of my little brats!
Thursday, May 9, 2013
So excited!!
Ahhh! I'm so excited! I've been nominated for my very first 'Trophy' by Black Sheep Mom *happy dance*
(She's fantastic by the way and if you haven't checked out her page I would suggest you get your butt over there and take a look)
Rules:
(She's fantastic by the way and if you haven't checked out her page I would suggest you get your butt over there and take a look)
Rules:
1. Display the Trophy in your post.
2. Write a short piece that starts with: I Didn't Kill _________ Today. It doesn't have to be a person, it can be an appliance, a business, or anything else you choose.
3. Nominate a few people and let them know it's their turn to vent.
So mine is: I didn't kill my parents today.
Let me start by saying I don't know what I would do without my parents. They are lifesavers. They keep my kiddies for me during the day while I work for free and are the best grandparents my kids could ever have. However, they drive me INSANE sometimes. So, this morning I woke up super late and was making a mad dash to get ready and get to work on time. I get the kids all loaded up in the car and on my way to my parents house to drop them off. When I get almost there I called my mom to see if she would come out to the car and get the boys so I wouldn't have to run inside. She says OK, then starts rambling on about my granny. When I turn on their street I told her "I'm on your road so she could head on out." Her reply was, "Wait, I have to put on my robe and shoes. I'll be out in a minute" Seriously?!? This is why I called! *sigh* So, by the time she gets ready I already have the kids out and am knocking on the door. Ok, giving the kids kisses and hugs and telling them to be as mean as possible today, and what does my dad do.....starts asking me questions about facebook. I regret even setting him up with an account now. I'm doing the whole "I'm going to be late! I gotta go!" and he is STILL asking me how to look at his friends list.....and what is this, what is that blah blah blah. *deep breaths* Then mom being the sweet woman she is decides since I'm late I won't have time to stop for breakfast so I should wait while she fixes something real quick. Like I said, I love them and I know they mean well but they are completely clueless sometimes.
So I nominate:
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