If you didnt want to take a nap when you were little you would just cry until you fell asleep.. Nothing you could really do about it, nap time means you are taking a nap. Mom has that off button which allows your crying to not affect her decision on the nap. A childs nap time is necessary.. It preserves the little bit of sanity we are trying so desperately to hold to.
My Taylor... Smart. Very smart. She cries, then she screams, then she rattles the bars on the crib like a prisoner in jail, then she kicks, the she calms, the calm before the storm.. This is when she knows I will have to take her out of the crib...
She screams, then throws everything out of the crib, flails her body around to the point where I am afraid she is going to crack her head open. Here's the point where she is smarter than me. She pushes the nipple in on her bottle & dumps the whole thing over her head. OVER HER HEAD.
She KNOWS this requires an immediate bath, followed by Mommy stripping her bed & washing down the crib. Knowing this, she is very satisfied that she bought herself an extra 20 -30 minutes out of the crib.
After she is more than happy to lay down quietly & nap. I am left without the sanity I was trying to preserve.. scratching my head wondering how I was one upped by a 17 month old.
Her nap time bottles have been changed to water, she hasn"t out smarted me yet.. I think I still have another few months before she does.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
No Taylor....
NO TAYLOR..... OH TAYLOR NO
This must be the most commonly used phrase in my house lately. It is the reason for my lack of blogging. This beautiful, smart, cunning, sneaky little thing I call Taylor is in the process of taking total control over my house.
She runs this house. I find myself at least 3/4 of my day saying NO TAYLOR, STOP THAT TAYLOR, TAYLOR CAN YOU HEAR ME? NO NO NO....
Then she looks at me, smiles, comes over, and hugs me while she says Mom.... Like she is saying Oh Mom, you silly woman... Then goes right back to what she is NOT supposed to be doing.
Her lastest antics include.. Drawing on my cream colored couch 3 times in a week with a blue pen. Why do you let her have pens you ask... I dont. I hide them all, up high, in child locked drawers, rooms whose doors are always closed, I hide them so good I have a hard time finding one when I need it. But Taylor, she is smarter than your average 17 month old. Its not only pens, she is not biased, a crayon will work, a metal object that leaves marks on the walls.. Right now I have a beautiful mural of red, yellow & gray metal marks on my WHITE diningroom wall, yellow crayon on my front window, and a few doors which has been tastefully redecorated by my little monster.
In fact I just said No Taylor about 4 times & caught her with a pen as I wrote that little paragraph.
See I organzied her dresser the other day, to switch out the winter to the spring, get rid of stuff that didnt fit her anymore and so on.. So while I was in the bottom drawer, the sock & blankey drawer, her favorite to play in... I discovered under her socks & blankies PENS. She had about 10 in there. Perfectly hidden underneath socks which she un-paired to hide them. See I told you....CUNNING. Along with the pens were about 30 of her "sissy's" forbidden colored paperclips & post it pads,some bandaids.. still in the wrapper.. as well as most of my makeup brushes that I have been going crazy looking for, an oreo, not eaten but saved for later I guess.. and the biggest mystery of our house... the missing toothbrushes. It seems like I buy new toothbrushes every week. She had about 3 weeks worth. I couldnt help but giggle to myself about find the stash of my little hoarder.
I am not sure if she has realized that I found her little hiding spot. But I keep checking to see what else she will put there.....Oh Taylor.
This must be the most commonly used phrase in my house lately. It is the reason for my lack of blogging. This beautiful, smart, cunning, sneaky little thing I call Taylor is in the process of taking total control over my house.
She runs this house. I find myself at least 3/4 of my day saying NO TAYLOR, STOP THAT TAYLOR, TAYLOR CAN YOU HEAR ME? NO NO NO....
Then she looks at me, smiles, comes over, and hugs me while she says Mom.... Like she is saying Oh Mom, you silly woman... Then goes right back to what she is NOT supposed to be doing.
Her lastest antics include.. Drawing on my cream colored couch 3 times in a week with a blue pen. Why do you let her have pens you ask... I dont. I hide them all, up high, in child locked drawers, rooms whose doors are always closed, I hide them so good I have a hard time finding one when I need it. But Taylor, she is smarter than your average 17 month old. Its not only pens, she is not biased, a crayon will work, a metal object that leaves marks on the walls.. Right now I have a beautiful mural of red, yellow & gray metal marks on my WHITE diningroom wall, yellow crayon on my front window, and a few doors which has been tastefully redecorated by my little monster.
In fact I just said No Taylor about 4 times & caught her with a pen as I wrote that little paragraph.
See I organzied her dresser the other day, to switch out the winter to the spring, get rid of stuff that didnt fit her anymore and so on.. So while I was in the bottom drawer, the sock & blankey drawer, her favorite to play in... I discovered under her socks & blankies PENS. She had about 10 in there. Perfectly hidden underneath socks which she un-paired to hide them. See I told you....CUNNING. Along with the pens were about 30 of her "sissy's" forbidden colored paperclips & post it pads,some bandaids.. still in the wrapper.. as well as most of my makeup brushes that I have been going crazy looking for, an oreo, not eaten but saved for later I guess.. and the biggest mystery of our house... the missing toothbrushes. It seems like I buy new toothbrushes every week. She had about 3 weeks worth. I couldnt help but giggle to myself about find the stash of my little hoarder.
I am not sure if she has realized that I found her little hiding spot. But I keep checking to see what else she will put there.....Oh Taylor.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
A Womans Heart....
I was just watching the Titanic.. It was on & I just couldnt force myself to change the channel. The kids were sleeping as is Pat...and I found myself to be overly emotional for a movie I have seen about a million times. Then there was one line that hit me...
" A womans heart is a deep ocean of secrets"
I dont think any one line could be more true. Women think with there hearts, we smile with them, love with them & hurt with them. I think if a man or anyone for that matter could look inside a womans heart for even a moment they would be surprised as to what they find. Would they realize that they dont know this person so well? Probably I think because, I know that I dont know myself so well at times. Would they be surprised by what they found? I know I am surprised by the occasional memory that is triggered by any number of random things. Would they be amazed at the secrets we keep locked up in our hearts so well? Secrets that we ourselves dont even realize we are keeping in them at times. Would our secrets hurt or heal? Would it be beneficial for someone to be able to know what you keep there? I dont know, at times yes, maybe it would be.
I know there are secrets in my heart, secrets that I repress because they are too painful, secrets that I pull out from time to time just to take myself someplace else for a moment, secrets that I am grateful are mine and secrets that I wish one day to share with my daughters so that they can understand their mother better and really know who I am or was... Yes a womans heart is a deep ocean of secrets.... I think we need it to be that way... I know I do.
" A womans heart is a deep ocean of secrets"
I dont think any one line could be more true. Women think with there hearts, we smile with them, love with them & hurt with them. I think if a man or anyone for that matter could look inside a womans heart for even a moment they would be surprised as to what they find. Would they realize that they dont know this person so well? Probably I think because, I know that I dont know myself so well at times. Would they be surprised by what they found? I know I am surprised by the occasional memory that is triggered by any number of random things. Would they be amazed at the secrets we keep locked up in our hearts so well? Secrets that we ourselves dont even realize we are keeping in them at times. Would our secrets hurt or heal? Would it be beneficial for someone to be able to know what you keep there? I dont know, at times yes, maybe it would be.
I know there are secrets in my heart, secrets that I repress because they are too painful, secrets that I pull out from time to time just to take myself someplace else for a moment, secrets that I am grateful are mine and secrets that I wish one day to share with my daughters so that they can understand their mother better and really know who I am or was... Yes a womans heart is a deep ocean of secrets.... I think we need it to be that way... I know I do.
Monday, January 18, 2010
She's humming....
Taylor has ALWAYS loved music.. She stops & dances immediately upon hearing music, doesnt matter if its the radio or an advertisment jingle, she will stop what she is doing & dancing for the duration.
She loves to play with a harmonica, recorder, toy drums, her little piano, anything that makesnoise music.
Nothing makes her happier.... or makes me happier to watch!
So we bought her this kids song dvd with the basic childrens songs on it for christmas. Since Taylor was never one to watch tv I thought I would put it on for background noise so she could twirl, clap her hands & dance to.... yeah right...Can we say addicted much??
This video is on probably 4 hours a day.... Its the first thing she wants after her diaper in the morning... everytime we have a bottle we have to watch it.. She will run to the tv & screech, tapping on the glass doors where the dvd player is until I put it on.... Then her eyes light up & the dancing begins... It is adorable to watch her, though I want to stick pencils in my ears after 5 minutes...
This morning she was sitting in her chair drinking her bottle, with her blanket & her baby, watching this video AGAIN... & I hear someone humming the songs...
So I look around the room, no one is around but me & Taylor.. I know everyone is sleeping...
So I look at Taylor... & there she is humming the song almost perfectly while drinking her bottle... I was amazed... Of course I had to run into the bedroom & wake Pat up to tell him...
She loves to play with a harmonica, recorder, toy drums, her little piano, anything that makes
Nothing makes her happier.... or makes me happier to watch!
So we bought her this kids song dvd with the basic childrens songs on it for christmas. Since Taylor was never one to watch tv I thought I would put it on for background noise so she could twirl, clap her hands & dance to.... yeah right...Can we say addicted much??
This video is on probably 4 hours a day.... Its the first thing she wants after her diaper in the morning... everytime we have a bottle we have to watch it.. She will run to the tv & screech, tapping on the glass doors where the dvd player is until I put it on.... Then her eyes light up & the dancing begins... It is adorable to watch her, though I want to stick pencils in my ears after 5 minutes...
This morning she was sitting in her chair drinking her bottle, with her blanket & her baby, watching this video AGAIN... & I hear someone humming the songs...
So I look around the room, no one is around but me & Taylor.. I know everyone is sleeping...
So I look at Taylor... & there she is humming the song almost perfectly while drinking her bottle... I was amazed... Of course I had to run into the bedroom & wake Pat up to tell him...
Pee Pee in the Potty....
The fun of potty training has begun in my house...
Taylor knows now when she has gone to the bathroom in her diaper... She will walk up to me with a diaper, the wipes & lay down on the floor so that I change her. When she did this last night, Pat & I asked her, " Tay where's the potty?" to which she immediately got up & ran to the bathroom. We were both amazed. So Pat went & got her potty seat and when she saw that she ripped off her diaper & ran after him. She is only 14 months old! She sat on the potty no problem & was mad when we took her off.
So this morning when she did the diaper routine, I said want to go to the potty? She ran right in there & waited to be placed on the seat. Yessss!!!!
This is going to be sooo much easier than I thought!
Taylor knows now when she has gone to the bathroom in her diaper... She will walk up to me with a diaper, the wipes & lay down on the floor so that I change her. When she did this last night, Pat & I asked her, " Tay where's the potty?" to which she immediately got up & ran to the bathroom. We were both amazed. So Pat went & got her potty seat and when she saw that she ripped off her diaper & ran after him. She is only 14 months old! She sat on the potty no problem & was mad when we took her off.
So this morning when she did the diaper routine, I said want to go to the potty? She ran right in there & waited to be placed on the seat. Yessss!!!!
This is going to be sooo much easier than I thought!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
My New Blog Adventure...
So I started a new blog for everyone to follow that has to do with the house, the renovation & all the craziness that comes along with it... So here it is....Out of the Ashes.....
http://fromashestohome.blogspot.com/
http://fromashestohome.blogspot.com/
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Oldie, but it Makes Me Giggle...
My top aggravations....
1. Changing Taylor's diaper... I need her to stay still she needs to roll. She gets the urge to roll more so when she has poop then when its just pee. It must hilarious to watch, but it is impossible to do. She is very strong, I think she could take me.
2. Pat & the toothpaste... Every morning without fail! I go into the bathroom, he has the cap on one side of the sink and toothpaste open on the other. Every morning I put the cap back on & put the toothpaste away. I think he does it on purpose, I bet he thinks its funny.
3. Spiders, specifically Daddy Long Legs... I know spiders are supposedly a sign of a clean house, but come one man, my house isn't that clean. I kill about 6 a day sometimes more.... A DAY!
* did you know that Daddy Long Legs carry a poison that can kill a human.. the deadliest to humans but there mouths are too small to bite us* Thank god for that or my whole little family would be gone!
4. Laundry... I think they wait and watch, then wait some more & just when I have the last little piece of laundry done & put away, here they come, almost prancing like they are sooo funny with an armful of dirty... Even though I just asked anyone have any dirty laundry I didn't get? Noooo, but I am learning that Nooo means we have it hidden so we can do the laundry prance... I think Pat & Lissi are in co-hoots.
5. The living room area rug... We have a rug in the living room that wrinkles when you walk over it. I hate that. It pisses me off. I don't know how to make it stop. I have tried everything short of nailing it down.
6. Dishes... You know what a sink is right? In my mind or how I understood it, that is where you put the dirty ones that need to be washed. IN the SINK, not next to it, not near it, not on the counter across from it... IN IT! It must take too much energy to lower the arm into the sink, I don't get it. DIRTY = SINK, maybe my mother had it wrong, I will have to ask her.
7. Alyssa & Scissors... Every time that child has scissors you would think we just yelled Happy New Year & threw confetti, it doesn't matter what she is cutting or where, it can be 5 seconds or 2 hours and I feel like the clean up crew for a ticker tape parade.
8. Socks... I don't know what I do wrong. I use bleach, I use detergent, but I can never get them clean clean. WTF? I have even been so desperate that I researched it online to make sure I am doing it right. For some reason I am being punished by my whites, I want them whiter they like dingy... I am going to have to get that lady from the cheer commerical here.
9. The Night Time Mess Fairy... I don't know who this S.O.B is but when I catch it, mother's everywhere will rejoice & sing my name in praise. I am the last one to go to sleep ALWAYS. I am the last one to see the house, every night. Somewhere between my last waking memory & the time my brain is jolted back to life by Taylor, someone has come into my home & trashed it. I am setting up a video camera.. I will prove this theory to be true, maybe this fairy is friends with the sock stealer and I can get both at once.
10. The Lady Across the STREET... I hate the fact that we even live close enough to people to be able to say that... But this whack job, um I mean woman, has 4 maybe more dogs.. She lets them out whenever Taylor is sleeping, it's like she waits for it. These things bark like mad which then warrants her to scream like a banshee at them telling them to "shut up". This of course always wakes up Taylor. I want to walk over there & open her gate sometimes. I think they are barking for help, they want to get away from her, I might assist them in their plea. The dogs told me to, that will be my insanity plea.
11. Breaking News... If I am watching something I am invested. I want to see it through. It is very rare that I get to sit & enjoy any sort of show lately without having my own "breaking news" to interrupt me from it every 3 seconds. So unless my life is in eminent danger, break it during commercial. I don't care what famous person overdosed today or who tiger woods is sleeping with this week...
12. Taylor with the cheerios... I love that she loves them. I love that she wants to eat them in a bowl like her sisters, but why does she love to put them on the floor & stomp on them? Is it the popping noise, the crumbling of that perfect circle or do it amuse her to watch me take out the vaccum 26 times a day?
1. Changing Taylor's diaper... I need her to stay still she needs to roll. She gets the urge to roll more so when she has poop then when its just pee. It must hilarious to watch, but it is impossible to do. She is very strong, I think she could take me.
2. Pat & the toothpaste... Every morning without fail! I go into the bathroom, he has the cap on one side of the sink and toothpaste open on the other. Every morning I put the cap back on & put the toothpaste away. I think he does it on purpose, I bet he thinks its funny.
3. Spiders, specifically Daddy Long Legs... I know spiders are supposedly a sign of a clean house, but come one man, my house isn't that clean. I kill about 6 a day sometimes more.... A DAY!
* did you know that Daddy Long Legs carry a poison that can kill a human.. the deadliest to humans but there mouths are too small to bite us* Thank god for that or my whole little family would be gone!
4. Laundry... I think they wait and watch, then wait some more & just when I have the last little piece of laundry done & put away, here they come, almost prancing like they are sooo funny with an armful of dirty... Even though I just asked anyone have any dirty laundry I didn't get? Noooo, but I am learning that Nooo means we have it hidden so we can do the laundry prance... I think Pat & Lissi are in co-hoots.
5. The living room area rug... We have a rug in the living room that wrinkles when you walk over it. I hate that. It pisses me off. I don't know how to make it stop. I have tried everything short of nailing it down.
6. Dishes... You know what a sink is right? In my mind or how I understood it, that is where you put the dirty ones that need to be washed. IN the SINK, not next to it, not near it, not on the counter across from it... IN IT! It must take too much energy to lower the arm into the sink, I don't get it. DIRTY = SINK, maybe my mother had it wrong, I will have to ask her.
7. Alyssa & Scissors... Every time that child has scissors you would think we just yelled Happy New Year & threw confetti, it doesn't matter what she is cutting or where, it can be 5 seconds or 2 hours and I feel like the clean up crew for a ticker tape parade.
8. Socks... I don't know what I do wrong. I use bleach, I use detergent, but I can never get them clean clean. WTF? I have even been so desperate that I researched it online to make sure I am doing it right. For some reason I am being punished by my whites, I want them whiter they like dingy... I am going to have to get that lady from the cheer commerical here.
9. The Night Time Mess Fairy... I don't know who this S.O.B is but when I catch it, mother's everywhere will rejoice & sing my name in praise. I am the last one to go to sleep ALWAYS. I am the last one to see the house, every night. Somewhere between my last waking memory & the time my brain is jolted back to life by Taylor, someone has come into my home & trashed it. I am setting up a video camera.. I will prove this theory to be true, maybe this fairy is friends with the sock stealer and I can get both at once.
10. The Lady Across the STREET... I hate the fact that we even live close enough to people to be able to say that... But this whack job, um I mean woman, has 4 maybe more dogs.. She lets them out whenever Taylor is sleeping, it's like she waits for it. These things bark like mad which then warrants her to scream like a banshee at them telling them to "shut up". This of course always wakes up Taylor. I want to walk over there & open her gate sometimes. I think they are barking for help, they want to get away from her, I might assist them in their plea. The dogs told me to, that will be my insanity plea.
11. Breaking News... If I am watching something I am invested. I want to see it through. It is very rare that I get to sit & enjoy any sort of show lately without having my own "breaking news" to interrupt me from it every 3 seconds. So unless my life is in eminent danger, break it during commercial. I don't care what famous person overdosed today or who tiger woods is sleeping with this week...
12. Taylor with the cheerios... I love that she loves them. I love that she wants to eat them in a bowl like her sisters, but why does she love to put them on the floor & stomp on them? Is it the popping noise, the crumbling of that perfect circle or do it amuse her to watch me take out the vaccum 26 times a day?
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