What fish does this look like to you?

December 13th, 2006

As he was shoving his face with noodles, he was yelling, “JELLYFISH, JELLYFISH!”

I would have not EVER guessed that.

Lost the love

December 12th, 2006

I’m in a little bit of a workout rut. Like the candle has been snuffed out. The desire is gone. I keep thinking I just pushed too hard over the summer and once I am well rested it will rekindle.

But what happens if by training kick off time in February there’s still no love? Maybe I’ll need to alter my perspective.

You have a diaper on, USE IT

December 11th, 2006

Two weekends ago PJ was throwing up. This past weekend CT and KP started throwing up and then they followed up with a residual bout of diarrhea.

KP was kind enough to barf allover himself, his bed, his floor and his pillow last night around 1 am. I walked in to see him and realized he decided to throw his puke encrusted pillow across the room, which sprinkled cold wet chunks all over the floor that were felt but not seen in the dark.

He awoke a second time at 2:30 am due to what he calls “coughing”. I cleaned he and his bed back up and as soon as I laid him down he told me he had to go potty. You see, he has taken to toileting himself as of late. This was exciting last week. Today, it is not.

Every 10 minutes the entire day the kid had been on the toilet, throwing his diaper off and amazingly making it to the toilet in time. The up side of this…he may toilet trail himself due to diarrhea. The down side…I put him to bed and hour and a half ago and he has been on and off the toilet ever since.

Annual monkey challenge

December 8th, 2006

For KP’s second birthday I bought him a blue t-shirt with the word MONKEY on the chest and a split banana peel underneath. It was way more than I would ever spend on any t-shirt for myself, but I couldn’t resist, it fit him so well in EVERY way.

The other night as I was flipping through one of the many magazines we have been receiving this holiday season, I found it…next year’s birthday present.

And just like that a new tradition has been born. I wonder how many years I will be able to dress him in monkey clothes.

Passing the baton

December 6th, 2006

I am a mother of three. There are a few things I feel that I have learned about this mothering bit since I have done it non-stop for six and a half years. I think I know my kids. And then they change. And in this case, we get to start all over again, FOR THE THIRD TIME.

PJ has passed the torch. She has relinquished her crazy, absolute stubbornness, tantruming and hysterical self. She has moved on to a more mature, although still spicy and headstrong, little girl. And somehow, KP got knocked over the head with it. Or maybe PJ wiggled out of the insane suit in the middle of the night and put it on him. Or maybe KP got it by osmosis. However he got it, he got it good.

And today, he has beaten me into the ground. I am sitting here feeling like a wrung out wet towel, there is no more to give. There is no more energy to chase him down for a new diaper or a wipe of the face or to keep him seated at the table for lunch or to keep him from grabbing a handful of dry pasta noodles and shoving them into his mouth or keep him contained in the mall play area or to take the sharp knife out of his hand he just ran off with.

He is making it easy for me too see…he will be the last of the line.

Body art

December 5th, 2006

He thinks he looks like Super Man.

I think it was a bad idea I left him downstairs when I went upstairs to vacuum.

What the hell has happened?

December 4th, 2006

It’s December. I pulled up this site and to what do my wondering eyes should appear…NOTHING. The whole page was blank. Then I realized it wasn’t because something was wrong, it was because no one had written anything since Thanksgiving.

So, what’s new you ask?

Hmmm, it has been so long let me see. Thanksgiving was great, small but peaceful and lovely. The Christmas tree has been bought and all the decorations are out and the excitement is mounting. CT’s front tooth is dangerously close to falling out; in fact it is so loose that I almost want to throw up every time I look at it. Adam keeps trying to persuade him to pull it but even dangling a pack of Pokemon cards won’t pull him out of the fear of pain that might be caused when that tooth is yanked out. I decided to try to find a part time job for a little extra cash. This is always fun, I love interviewing. I mean really…who wouldn’t like me? Ok, don’t answer that. So I ended up with two part time jobs: one teaching swimming lessons and the other in a Hospital helping gather data on an adolescent depression study. I spent three days last week in a pool getting recertified so I won’t drown small children. I ran two consecutive times with no knee pain, which I guess I never wrote about, but since the marathon I have not been able to run over three miles. I dreamt I had a broken clavicle and in the dream the doctor was resetting it while I was a wake. I don’t ever want to have that happen. We have gone to one birthday party, one Christmas concert and two Christmas parties. Almost all the Holiday cards are addressed. I haven’t even started my Christmas shopping. Trying to decide if we should have the kids put their shoes out for St. Nick tomorrow. I have nothing to put in them. Did you do that as a kid? Last night PJ was up all night throwing up, which in turn means I was up all night cleaning up barf and consoling my sick little girl. I cleaned the grout in my shower today and feel oh so freed by it. Right this very minute everyone is sleeping and I am sitting on the couch in the sun.

There you have it.