This week I was folding laundry. Surprised? Yeah, me too. Anyway, I was folding Addison’s sheets and came across this on his pillow case…
What the HECK?!? Oh, for the love of Pottery Barn. What in the world would posses an 8 year old to write the word poop on his pillow case with a Sharpie? What was he possibly thinking?! I’ll tell you what he was thinking…NOTHING. Coherent thought does not pass through their heads when they do dumb shit like this. The same lack of thought process was in play when this happened a few weeks back…
Yup, that’s a smily face. On the crotch of his pants. In marker. It won’t wash out. When confronted he had no excuse other than it was done in dry erase marker. This was his first lesson in dry erase physics in which the only surface that will actually wipe clean from one’s art work is a dry erase board.
ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG. Boys. Why must it always be about poop?
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on May 19, 2013
Today’s list are things I’ve actually said out loud, with a straight face. More confirmation that living with a 3 year old is like living with a really happy drunk person. Also, I think you’ll notice a trend.
“Where are your shorts? You can’t eat breakfast without any clothes on.”
Me: ”No music instruments up your nose.”
Harry: “Only boogers in my nose?”
Me: ”Yes, boogers are the only thing that belongs in your nose.”
“Hands out of your pants please.”
“I need to help you or else you’re going to get pee all over the potty.”
Me: ”Why are you crying?”
Harry: ”Because of the letter Y.”
Me: ”The letter Y made you cry?”
“That little hole in your underwear is not a pocket for your penis to peek out of. Keep your penis in your underwear.”
“We’ve already watched Ponyo twice today. It’s time to switch it up.”
“Please take your underwear off your head.”
“Munchy munch kiss and hug, munchy munch kiss and hug!”
If you understand that last one then you too have watched Ponyo WAY too many times. Dang that Japanese anime, it’s sucked us in and we’re all hooked.
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on May 10, 2013
It’s been a while since I’ve done a good ol’ fashioned weekend recap. These photo dumps are mostly for the benefit for my parents, in-laws, relatives and friends who like keeping up w/ our little adventures or those who have nothing better to do than scroll through. For whatever reason you’re here, bless you.
Last weekend Addison went on a little overnight trip with the grandparents and their friends to Lake Texoma doing stuff like this…
I know! Right?
They spent the night in the tree house with the other boy’s grandpa. As Opie Taylor likes to say…it was adventure sleepin’.
While Addison was off having adventures and finding fossils we took Harry to the annual Tough-a-Truck.
Tough-A-Truck recap: cold and loud. Man, I sound old.
The rest of the weekend was spent doing yard work. It was a potpourri of weekend chores; cleaning up sticks, planing flowers, admiring Harry’s new sandals, looking for lady bugs, being cute, planing a new rose bush, praying over the fig tree that it would survive the random cold snaps we’ve had this spring. The temperature dropped to 34 degrees 3 separate times since Easter. I’ll be amazed if the rose bush and the fig make it past May.
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on May 5, 2013
What in the world does one wear on Palm Sunday when it’s 35 degrees and windy? I can’t wrap my head around winter clothes when we’re one week out from Easter. Wearing wool sweaters in dark and muted tones with a suede skirt does not say Hosanna in the slightest. First world problems right here, people.
I know, I know, it’s not about the clothes, but I couldn’t help lament my wardrobe this morning. I settled on a cream cable knit sweater, a long orange/red skirt with butterfly stitching and cream tights. I just can’t wear dark brown or black on Palm Sunday. Can’t do it. (more…)
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on March 24, 2013
Previously on…Creating Harry – Part 3
The day of embryo transfer had arrived. After the egg retrieval we started with 37 eggs. Of those 37, 15 were able to go on a first date with a single sperm. Those 15 were left alone for 5 days to see if they would indeed begin to split, form cells and begin the process of becoming an embryo. By day 5 we had 7 embryos of good quality. Imagine that; 15 eggs fertilized and yet no one was pregnant.
Now the big decision had to be made…do we put in one or two embryos? If we put in two our chance of getting pregnant is much better but we also have a higher chance of getting twins. It was a very difficult decision. With one embryo the chance of implantation is 40% (for women under 35), two embryos and the chances go up to 60%. However, the chance of both embryos implanting and possibly having fraternal twins is 30%. We decided to play the better odds and take our chances with creating twins.
The procedure of transferring embryos to my uterus was surprisingly easy. It was very similar to a pap smear exam the only difference being that my bladder needed to be full. The uterus and bladder are positioned so that if the bladder is full it is pushing the uterus down into a position so that it lines up with the vagina thereby making it easier for the Dr to access it. I drank water on the way to the office and again when I got there. When I was doing the pee-pee dance they knew I was ready. In the next room was the embryologist who is in charge of preparing the embryos for transfer. I like to think of him as the gate keeper. He puts two embryos into a catheter about the size of an angel hair pasta. The embryos are microscopic so he also has to put a bubble next to each embryo or else the Dr. doing the transfer wouldn’t be able to see them on the ultrasound. So there I was on the exam table, feet in stirrups, needing to go to the bathroom, covering myself with one of those horrible blue paper gowns they give to protect your modesty, the nurse pressing on my bladder with the ultrasound wand and in walks the embryologist with the precious cargo. The Dr. inserts the catheter vaginally into the uterus and deposits the embryos. At this point I have to go to the bathroom so bad I can actually see my bladder filling up on the ultrasound. It all took just a few minutes but they want you to lie there for 10 more minutes just to let everything settle down. 10 more minutes?! I was about to pee myself and even asked the nurse if anyone had ever had an accident while lying on this exam table. After 5 minutes I couldn’t take it any more and waddled to the bathroom across the hall.
Our instructions were to go home and rest. The embryos were in my uterus but had not implanted yet and wouldn’t decide to do so for a few more days. In 10 days I would go back for a pregnancy test. It would be too soon to take a home pregnancy test so we would have to draw blood to check my hormone levels.
Stay tuned for the pregnancy test.
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on March 5, 2013
Right before Christmas I was offered the opportunity to read Unplugged: Ella Gets Her Family Back by Laura Pedersen. I was offered a free book if I would review it here on this little ol’ blog. I checked out Laura Pedersen and turns out she’s legit so I said yes, please send me a free book.
Unplugged is the story of Ella who wants to spend time with her family but discovers that everybody would rather spend time with their electronic devices. She channels her frustration and uses her ingenuity to get her families attention, and ultimately gets her family back.
In one scene Ella’s parents sit down with her to find out why she is so frustrated. They assume it is because she is the only one in the family without a phone or device to plug into, but it turns out she doesn’t want one. She wants everyone else to put their phones down and spend time with each other. I love this because it shows that parents are just as guilty as kids when it comes to spending too much time online. As parents we worry about how much “screen time” our kids are getting every day, what they are exposed to online and how the fast paced world of gaming is effecting their attention spans. Those are all legitimate concerns but we should be just as concerned about who much “screen time” we are getting as opposed to “play time”. I often hear a little voice beside me while I’m plugged into my computer, “mommy, play with me”. When this request is brushed off or becomes annoying it is time for a serious reality check.
After Addison and I read this together I gently prodded him to get his reaction. His initial response was negative. His translation of the book was that Ella’s family cut out all electronics and screen time. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of not being able to play Wii or watch Lego reviews on YouTube. I assured him that the family in the book didn’t cut out all electronics but rather dedicated just a little time each week to unplug and spend time together. The next week we read it again at Addison’s request. This is a sure sign that he liked the book and wanted to think about it some more. After the third reading I suggested we take one night a week and have a family game night. He liked that idea and I set off to Target to get some new board games. So far he is a big fan of Blokus and our Friday night game night.
I recommend this book if you’re looking for an introduction of reducing screen time in your family. Electronics and hand held devices are getting easier and easier for our kids to access and operate, there’s no question about that. I know some parents who don’t seem concerned at all and some parents who are on the other extreme and want to severely limit their kids exposure to the internet, screen time, etc. For me, I fall somewhere in the middle, recognizing that rejecting technology is out of the question. Technology isn’t going anywhere and is going to become more and more a part of our children’s lives. As parents, Dear Husband and I feel that we need to learn how to keep up with the changes and develop strategies on how to control technology, as opposed to it controlling us.
I’d like to hear from parents — Do you “unplug?” How do you stay connected to your family and technology?
(Disclaimer: Yes, I was provided a free book in exchange for this post. Rest assured that all thoughts, opinions, words, ideas are completely my own.)
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on January 23, 2013
At our last parent/teacher meeting, Addison’s teacher had lots of good things to say (I could gush here but I won’t b/c it makes me a little crazy when I hear other parents go on and on about how their child is the next Bill Gates when all I can think is “are we talking about the same kid?” Blegh, I won’t do that to you). Then Ms. 2nd Grade got that concerned look in her eyes. None of her concerns were surprising to us but his teacher is concerned that next year (the “state testing year”) may be a struggle when he has to finish timed tests that result in a reflection in our school’s performance on a state level. State regulations have to be met, and children who don’t test well are at a disadvantage. Thanks a lot “no child left behind” for boxing our teachers into teaching to the test.
Anyhoo – we talked about Sensory Processing Disorder and agreed that we would talk to our Pediatrician and Occupational Therapist. A visit to the Pediatrician was interesting…a healthy check up but still the concerned look on her face. While we don’t think he as ADD or ADHD the Pediatrician would like to explore that avenue (okay, I’ll go with the “rule it out” school of thought) so we came home with a lengthy questionnaire to fill out. A couple of the questions left us scratching our heads. The rating scale was 0=Not true at all, 1= Just a little true, 2= Pretty much true, 3= Very much true
Is your child perfect in every way?
Does your child behave like an angel?
We honestly didn’t know how to answer these two questions. Is there a child anywhere in the world that is perfect in every way? What child acts like an angle all the time? If I answer “not true at all” then it makes it seem like my child is a brat but if I answer anything other than “not true” it makes me seem a little delusional regarding my child’s behavior. Just a little perfect? That doesn’t seem to make much sense either. I mean, seriously, if any parent thinks that their child acts like an angel or is perfect in every way then the parents have a problem, not the kid. Parents who think their child can do no wrong are the parents who have no idea that their kid is the one running around the playground bonking all the smaller kids on the head, pulling the cat’s tail and acting like a maniac but can cry at the drop of a hat when their mom comes around the corner. Oh, please. I can not think of one single kid that is a perfect angel. Can you? Sure, Harry is pretty dern cute and a sweetie but he’s still a 3 year old and can act like one when he wants to.
Are there parents out there who would answer “yes” to either of these questions? Are there kids out there who are perfect or angels? Am I missing something? Dear Husband and I came to the conclusion that the questions were put there to test the parents to see how in touch or out of touch they were with their child. It must be a trick question so we left it blank. However, I must admit that I included a separate sheet with an explanation as to why we left 4 (there were two other questions that didn’t make any sense to us) of the questions blank. Something in my personality won’t let me turn this in without an explanation of my answers. Which is interesting because I can remember taking standardized tests in high school and filling in ACDC as the answers for the heck of it. Funny how parenthood can alter your sense of responsibility. Something about this questionnaire made me feel like we as parents were being graded just as much as our child. I also must admit that part of my written explanation to the Dr. was “this is a strange question“.
Is it presumptuous of me to question the questions? Probably, but seriously, perfect in every way?! Only Mary Poppins get’s that character trait. Come on people, work with me here.
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on January 21, 2013
Its been three weeks since Sandy Hook. We’ve cried, mourned, been angry and started getting political. But life has picked up and moved on. America is now playing with their new toys and gadgets and are starting to put away the Christmas decorations. While the rest of us are moving on there are 26 families who are frozen in time. I can’t help but think about these parents who must find a way to continue with life. How in the world can they get out of bed in the morning, let alone send their other children to school? I think about this because every time I’m at Target I see Time magazine (or which ever magazine it is) with those 20 precious faces staring at me, daring me to think, what would I do, how would I carry on?
Have you seen this magazine in the check out line? How in the world did that phone call to those parents go? ”Hi, this is editor for Check-Out-Line magazine. We’re so sorry for your loss but we would like permission to put your child’s picture on the cover of this month’s issue.” What the what?! If I look at it even for a moment my mind puts my own precious 8 year old’s face in the mix. The emotions start swelling and I have to turn away. I have to turn my emotions off because if I allow myself to think about it I would become a blubbering mess as I try to unload my grocery cart. Then I start feeling guilty for turning away. Tonight my babies will be snug in their beds, but those parents have empty beds in their houses. My life goes on as usual and theirs will never be the same and somehow that gives me a sense of hopelessness and helpless. Hopeless because that is my gut reaction to how I would feel if I lost one of my children in the way that they lost theirs. Helpless because I know those parents will go on suffering while the rest of us get to hug our kids when they come home from school today.
The Sunday after Sandy Hook was the baby dedication at our church. It’s always a precious time and I always get a little misty eyed. There is a congregational response in which we all say “As a congregation of God’s family, it is our sacred obligation and privilege, along with these parents, to enfold these children in our affection and continuing care…. We pledge to forgive them in error, and protect them from all that is evil and unjust…” When I said those last words, protect them from all that is evil and unjust, my voice caught in my throat and I nearly lost it. There is evil in this world and sometimes we can’t protect our babies from it and what in the hell am I supposed to do with that?
So what do we do now? I’m sorry to say that I’m at a loss and I wish I knew the answer. We will have to have difficult discussions about gun control and mental health services and security in schools and who knows what else. So we will continue loving our kids, cherishing them and leading a normal life. But what about those families that will never be the same? I suppose the rest of us will get back into our normal routines, the kids will drive us crazy, time will pass and Sandy Hook will start to fade in our memory. Just like Aurora and the shopping mall and Columbine. We can’t live our lives in a constant state of anxiety or we will just spin our wheels and cease to become productive, loving parents who produce anxious, high-strung children. Can we lead normal lives but still remember the parents that grieve? The best I can come up with is Grace says “yes”. Grace allows us to love our families and allow our hearts to break a little for those suffering loss. Maybe we can’t travel across the country to hug those parents and bring them a hot dish but maybe we can do that for someone right in our own communities. Someone is suffering right under our noses, we don’t have to look far. Rather than tell them about the love of Jesus what if we showed it. It’s something to think about.
How are you moving on?
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on January 4, 2013
How in the world has three years passed so quickly? It seems like last week I was still pregnant. Just yesterday he was a chubby little baby who had stolen all of our hearts. Now he is 3. This year for Christmas he gave me the best Christmas gift I could have received…he is potty trained. Hallelujah! And today we move into the big boy bed. How bittersweet it is to watch your children grow. Sweet…because this boy is precious. He charms everyone he meets and has us all wrapped around his little finger. Bitter…I can see the time slipping through my fingers. I try to stop and relish it, really I do. But I can’t freeze time. They must grow and learn and become independent and fly. But for now I’m still “Mommy” and for that I’m so grateful. (more…)
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on January 2, 2013