There Is a Fine Line
I love holidays and I love spending time with extended family members. The problem is there are a lot of extended family members between the FixItMommy and the Husband. So every major holiday, and some minor ones too, we have to make a critical decision.
How far can we push the Little One and get away with it? She still takes a nap every day. It’s usually at least a 90-minute nap, so it’s a good one and obviously a necessary one. But trying to fit in two family parties and a nap is virtually impossible. Thankfully we have the Christmas thing worked out pretty well. It’s a three-day celebration, but at least we don’t mess up the sleep schedule too much.
Holidays like Easter and Thanksgiving are a little more difficult to navigate. This year’s Easter celebration went like this:
8 a.m. ~ church
10 a.m. ~ back to Grandma and Grandpa’s to see what the Easter bunny left
Noon ~ party at the Husband’s parents’ house
3 p.m. ~ party at the FixItMommy’s aunt and uncle’s house
By the time we got back to Grandma and Grandpa’s house, it was almost 7 p.m. Normally my girls are in bed at 7 p.m. So on Easter evening we were very late and we were operating on the no nap schedule.
The Big One has gotten better about extended days and can still recover fairly easily from them. The Little One on the other hand, has a very hard time. The problem is determining when we have crossed that very fine line between pushing the schedule just enough and pushing her too far into the land of extreme exhaustion.
Unfortunately for the FixItMommy, Easter was too much. As a result, the Little One fussed, cried and screamed for the better part of the night. It drives me crazy because I know it’s going to happen. I know that she will get over-tired and then I will be the one up all night with her, yet somehow I have not figured out how to say no to one family.
I really don’t even get the chance to enjoy most of the family time because in the back of my head, I am already dreading the sleepless night.
For those of you who have figured it out, how do you do it?
Possessed Toys, You Know You Have Them
I have lamented before about my disdain for baby dolls that talk, cry, laugh and whine. Well what about all those other toys that make noise, light up, vibrate, move, walk and shake?
I don’t mind them so much when they have an on/off switch so that when we are not playing we can shut off their noises. The problem comes with the ones that have no switch and apparently have little brains of their own.
No I am not crazy, I have several witnesses who have had to endure noisy toys that seem to think for themselves. For example we have this baby doll.
She has been pretty popular in the news based on what she says. I am not here to argue whether or not she says “Islam is the light” as many people claim. What I can tell you about this darn doll is she talks, giggles and coos whenever they heck she feels like it.
Typically it’s when the house is finally quiet. She’ll start making her happy noises and freaking me out.
Another possessed toy that we own is this Pooh Bear Ride-On Train.
My girls love it. They adore it. They play on it all the time. {okay, it lives at Grandma and Grandpa’s house, but when we are there it’s the first toy the girls go for!} Anyway this thing has a mind of its own. It makes several noises depending on which button is pushed. The problem is it doesn’t have an off switch and it has a tendency of blowing its train whistle at all hours of the night.
At home, we live near some train tracks so I am used to a train whistle in the distance at night. It doesn’t bother me. However when a train whistles goes off a few feet from my head in the middle of the night it tends to freak me out a bit.
It got so bad the other night that I couldn’t take it anymore and in a huff around midnight, I grabbed the train and bolted out the back door to put the thing in the garage. Now for those of you who know where my parents live, you know how dangerous a move that could have been. Fortunately, I was lucky and there were no skunks, possums or coyotes hanging out in the back yard. Although, who knows maybe the train whistle can be a deterrent for unwanted rodents at night.
She Has Moments…
So yesterday the Little One turned 2. I was a bit sad about my baby being 2, but that was short-lived as I spent most of the day mad at myself.
I was not very smart yesterday and crushed the back bumper of my less-than-one-year old car on a bright red shopping cart return thing at Lowe’s. I was going really, really, really slow, but it was enough that I have a big old dent in my bumper now.
So anyway, that’s how our second birthday went.
There was one shining moment. In the afternoon we decided to go get ice cream as a crazy special treat, before dinner {shocking, I know!}.
As most of you know we live in the middle of nowhere. It’s 13 miles to Starbucks, for Pete’s sake. And more than 20 miles to Target. So the girls are used to a trek to get to most places.
So as we arrived at the ice cream shop less than 5 miles from home, the Big One restored my good mood.
BIG ONE: “Did God make this ice cream shop so close to our house?”
THE HUSBAND: “Yes, I guess He did.”
BIG ONE: “Because God knows where we live, right? And he wanted us to have an ice cream shop by our house.”
THE HUSBAND: “Yes. So {Big One} what does that make God?”
BIG ONE: “He’s so cool!”
In case you were wondering, yes we think God is pretty cool in this house.
What Are The Odds?
Who likes math? I would seriously like to know the odds of this happening.
I have 2 girls
They both have 2 feet
What are the odds that I would have to clean poop off of all 4 feet in a matter of 36 hours?
Seriously, I am perplexed how these things happen. What even more intriguing is how the Big One’s recent poop explosion resulted in poop on the big potty, the little potty, the bathroom floor, the bathroom sink, both of her hands, both feet, both legs and her panties and shorts, of course.
I really would be okay with diapers until kindergarten. I hate cleaning poop out of clothes. It’s just plain gross.
In her defense, she was trying to help clean-up her mess and that’s how it got all over the bathroom. Poor kid. I appreciate her efforts, but man it was gross.
She’s A Funny Kid
So sorry to leave you hanging yesterday, it turned into a long day. The “poop in de bed” was really not that bad comparatively.
I’m not sure why the Little One was in such distress about the poop. When she went to bed, she was wearing (in this order) a diaper, footy jammies and a pair of Dora panties. Yes she had Dora panties on the outside of her jammies. I was in no mood to fight with her and the Big One thought it was funny, so she went to bed like that.
Apparently when she woke up, she was tired of being dressed. So off came the panties, then the jammies and finally the diaper. When she discarded the diaper, she must have stepped on it somehow. So both feet had poop on them as did the sheet and her blankies.
She then must have tried to get the poop off her feet with her hands, so her hands had some poop on them too.
But in all honestly it wasn’t that much of a mess. Now what I don’t quite understand was the day she woke up like this, she was happy as a lark.{don’t open that link if you are eating breakfast!} She didn’t seem to mind at all that she was coverd in caked on puke. I’m talking in her ears, hair, under her fingernails, it was everywhere. It was gross, yet she didn’t care. But a little poop on her hands and she was a mess. She’s a funny kid.
Just a warning, tomorrow may be a sappy day around here, the Little One ~ my baby ~ turns 2.
This Doesn’t Sound Good
I was just sitting down to write something fabulously witty and funny before getting the girls up. Now I need to run and get the Little One up. This is what I am hearing on the baby monitor:
“OH NO! Poop on it…. OH NO! Poop on de bed. .. oh no no no no no… Poop on it. Poop on de bed. What happened??”
So you’ll have to wait until I figure out where and why there is poop on the bed. I’ll take my camera just in case it’s a blog-worthy explosion.
Today is The Day
Yes, I said today is the day. What is so special about today you may be wondering. Well, let me tell you, today is the day that I finish my one cup of coffee without re-heating and without interruption from my girls.
They are perfectly fine to hang out in their bedrooms if they do wake up. And I deserve one cup of hot coffee. Sure, today is Friday but when you are a SAHM and the Husband is out of town, it doesn’t really matter what day of the week it is. It’s all the same routine.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a bad thing to have a routine, but every once in a while I would like to enjoy one cup of coffee in peace.
So today, as I prepare for a day indoors thanks to the 55 mph wind gusts I am drinking one cup of hot coffee before the chaos of our routine begins.
What are you doing today just for you?
Well Crap… That’s All I Can Say
Preschool started three weeks ago, right? Well today is our first sick day. So now not only does the Big One not feel well, she is also very upset with me for not letting her go to preschool.
It doesn’t matter to her that she went to bed at 6 p.m. last night without eating dinner. It doesn’t matter that she has a low grade fever (100.8). It doesn’t matter to her that she has been whining and moaning since she woke up from a nap yesterday. Did you catch that? She took a nap yesterday. The kid hasn’t taken a nap in months, yet she slept for 90 minutes yesterday.
All the she knows is that the FixItMommy is being mean and not letting her go to preschool. She wouldn’t even eat her pancakes for breakfast because her, “forehead just hurts too much.”
Poor kid, I know she feels like crap. The Little One has been hacking, coughing and runny nosing it for a week now. I was so hoping the Big One would stay well this time.
I don’t really think it’s the same thing, though. I don’t know if it’s allergies, a sinus infection or what. I just know that I ruined the Big One’s day by being so mean.
It’s going to be a long day at our house, I think.
The poor dog is even getting yelled it. Gracie Lou was just sniffing the Big One, to which the Big One yelled, “NO dumbest dog!!” {I think I confessed that one before…. I went through a difficult time with Gracie Lou in which I often referred to as “dumb-arse dog” well the Big One thought I was saying “dumbest” and now when she gets mad at Gracie Lou that’s what she calls her. My bad!}
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