While trying to explain to Ben why he shouldn't eat drywall goop, as Keith calls it. Ben carried out the following logic.
"I don't eat camels (chemicals). Camels make me sick. Camels are at the zoo. I eat food."
If only this was true 100% of the time.
End of story.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
TV and me
So lately I've been hating myself for using TV as the means for me to distract the 2yo while I get the baby down for the morning nap. I'm angry at myself because I don't think I should have to use it, but for some reason thats the only thing I have found that will give me the 15-20 minutes I need to put the baby down. It's annoying, but then I realize I'm using it as a tool, in a way that helps me. I'm not neglecting my child all day and sticking him in front of a TV for hours on end. Instead he gets to watch a 24 minute program on Netflix without commercials! It makes him smile, I get to put the baby down, and then Ben and I get one-on-one time afterward.
So why have I tried to buck the system. I think its because I don't want to rely on something that society says bad, bad TV to. I have friends who have children who somehow give them ample time to take care of a baby and so are able to get away from using TV and so I'm jealous and try to coax myself to think my kid is like that too. Hah! My kid is high energy on the go all the time. He doesn't sit still except when on the potty or watching TV. So, I want to think I'm above the use of TV as a distraction, but guess what? I'm not.
And you know what happens when I don't use it? Life is miserable, because the 2yo is extra whiny and the baby doesn't sleep all morning and thus wants to be held constantly. So, basically I'm writing this to own up to my TV watching 2yo so mama gets some peace. He needs it, I need it, the baby needs it and that's the end of the story.
So why have I tried to buck the system. I think its because I don't want to rely on something that society says bad, bad TV to. I have friends who have children who somehow give them ample time to take care of a baby and so are able to get away from using TV and so I'm jealous and try to coax myself to think my kid is like that too. Hah! My kid is high energy on the go all the time. He doesn't sit still except when on the potty or watching TV. So, I want to think I'm above the use of TV as a distraction, but guess what? I'm not.
And you know what happens when I don't use it? Life is miserable, because the 2yo is extra whiny and the baby doesn't sleep all morning and thus wants to be held constantly. So, basically I'm writing this to own up to my TV watching 2yo so mama gets some peace. He needs it, I need it, the baby needs it and that's the end of the story.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
B & E IRL
Since lately I am at a loss of words for blogging, (I blame it on being too tired to think.) Here are a few pictures of the boys in real life.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Favorite song of the moment.
Thought I would share.
Old Love
By the Rocket Summer
I had a dream that could save my life.
Airplane hands in the wind in a vintage time.
I want to love like my grandfather loved his wife, but I got some problems with the way I tick.
We are addicted to the world and we want more of it.
My generation heard of old love and commitment, but did it stick?
Based on what you've heard, does it work that old pastime love?
Because I can't help but observe the sinking ships just giving up.
So come on give me that old love. I just want to try and make that work.
Come on give me that old love.
Carving their names into sap bleeding songs.
The movie script it lasted sixty-six years long.
And there was hurt and there was death and there was friction but better yet, an adventurous story as they told it.
But I've got some problems with the way I tick.
We are addicted to the world and we want more of it.
My generation heard of old love and commitment, but did it stick?
Based on what you've heard, does it work that old pastime love?
Because I can't help but observe the sinking ships just giving up.
So come on give me that old love. I just want to try and make that work.
Come on give me that old love.
Based on what you've heard, does it work that old pastime love?
Because I can't help but observe the sinking ships just giving up.
So come on give me that old love. I just want to try and make that work.
Come on give me that old love. Is this chance or a red alert?
So come on give me those bright eyes. Teach me how to widen mine.
No I don't believe in the lies that it's not alive.
I had a dream that could save my life.
Airplane hands in the wind in a vintage time.
I want to love like my grandfather loved his wife, but I got some problems with the way I tick.
We are addicted to the world and we want more of it.
My generation heard of old love and commitment, but did it stick?
Based on what you've heard, does it work that old pastime love?
Because I can't help but observe the sinking ships just giving up.
So come on give me that old love. I just want to try and make that work.
Come on give me that old love.
Carving their names into sap bleeding songs.
The movie script it lasted sixty-six years long.
And there was hurt and there was death and there was friction but better yet, an adventurous story as they told it.
But I've got some problems with the way I tick.
We are addicted to the world and we want more of it.
My generation heard of old love and commitment, but did it stick?
Based on what you've heard, does it work that old pastime love?
Because I can't help but observe the sinking ships just giving up.
So come on give me that old love. I just want to try and make that work.
Come on give me that old love.
Based on what you've heard, does it work that old pastime love?
Because I can't help but observe the sinking ships just giving up.
So come on give me that old love. I just want to try and make that work.
Come on give me that old love. Is this chance or a red alert?
So come on give me those bright eyes. Teach me how to widen mine.
No I don't believe in the lies that it's not alive.
I had a dream that could save my life.
Guest Post: A Beauty Protest!
Hi all. I did a guest post for Christina over at Reflections of a Catholic in Formation. Feel free to check it out. Hopefully I will do a real post here again soon.
In the mean time we have been trying our hand with potty training which has been quite an experience. Totally didn't expect the 2 year old to do this until he was almost 3. But I guess when you are given lemons you make lemonade right?
In the mean time we have been trying our hand with potty training which has been quite an experience. Totally didn't expect the 2 year old to do this until he was almost 3. But I guess when you are given lemons you make lemonade right?
Friday, June 8, 2012
A little conversation ditty with Ben
Today on our walk over to one of neighbor's house a few streets over, Ben exclaimed to me: "Mama, I make a cross with my fingers. "
My response: "That's good Ben."
Ben continued: "Jesus is on the cross"
So I asked: "What's Jesus doing on the cross, Ben?"
Ben answered: "He's all messy."
Theology lesson for the day from a 2 year old.
Monday, June 4, 2012
A cringing moment that ended pretty okay
Last Wednesday I took the kids to Target by myself when Keith had class. I had the toddler out of the car with his baby Jack in hand and had just put the baby in the sling on me. I looked down to see if all was well with the toddler and then moved to close the car door. And that's when it happened.
The toddler screamed bloody murder, as he had somehow managed to stick his fingers between the two car doors in the split second it took me to close the door. Unfortunately the car was locked and I have a no frills car, I had to manually unlock it. So I did.
The kiddo was now free, still screaming. I looked at his hand, it was red with a lot of skin pulled off from where it was supposed to be. I looked up and like a godsend saw someone who could help me. My neighbors were just heading into the same store and they had and extra set of hands to help. And help they did.
They took the baby for a few minutes so I could calm Ben down and get him washed up. He could move his fingers fine so we assessed that they probably weren't broken. There was some swelling, but once we got it cleaned up, Ben was totally fine with just being held in the sling and so we reversed Ben and Ephraim's spot for the shopping trip. From there it was a pretty good shopping trip. Ben just asked for his friend the whole time we were in the store and was mad when we got duplos for someone other than him. But in actuality it was better Target excursion than we had been having.
So as I look back, I like to think that God was looking out for me. Putting the right people in the right place at the right time. Giving me the ability to comfort the bigger kid while entertaining the little one in the still entertaining grocery cart. So despite being mock mom of the year for slamming my kids fingers accidentally in the car door, God's hand was there, and I'm thankful for that.
The toddler screamed bloody murder, as he had somehow managed to stick his fingers between the two car doors in the split second it took me to close the door. Unfortunately the car was locked and I have a no frills car, I had to manually unlock it. So I did.
The kiddo was now free, still screaming. I looked at his hand, it was red with a lot of skin pulled off from where it was supposed to be. I looked up and like a godsend saw someone who could help me. My neighbors were just heading into the same store and they had and extra set of hands to help. And help they did.
They took the baby for a few minutes so I could calm Ben down and get him washed up. He could move his fingers fine so we assessed that they probably weren't broken. There was some swelling, but once we got it cleaned up, Ben was totally fine with just being held in the sling and so we reversed Ben and Ephraim's spot for the shopping trip. From there it was a pretty good shopping trip. Ben just asked for his friend the whole time we were in the store and was mad when we got duplos for someone other than him. But in actuality it was better Target excursion than we had been having.
So as I look back, I like to think that God was looking out for me. Putting the right people in the right place at the right time. Giving me the ability to comfort the bigger kid while entertaining the little one in the still entertaining grocery cart. So despite being mock mom of the year for slamming my kids fingers accidentally in the car door, God's hand was there, and I'm thankful for that.
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