Once upon a baby...

Kermit is not feeling well again -- I think this time it's teething. He has lots of dirty diapers and they are giving him diaper rash. He comes and tells you as soon as it happens, doesn't want to sit in it. It makes his butt hurt. (This might jump start the potty training!) Last night it was SUPER melt down night. He cried from the time we got home until he went to bed -- only about an hour, but it was a LONG hour. He even asked to go to bed, he had enough of the day. Slept all night. This morning he woke up in what seemed like a good mood. But he whined most of the way to daycare. Then when we got there, he wouldn't let go of me. Didn't want me to leave. Fi Fi took him and he cried when I left. Shortly after that he bit one of the kids at daycare. Later in the week, I took him to the doctor. $30.00 shot in the ass, we weren't even there 25 minutes and the doc tells me it's the stomach flu and there is nothing they can do for it. It has to run it's course. GRRRR. He is much better today (I started this post about a week ago and am now getting around to finishing it). Back to normal, but what a rough week.

Last night at dinner he was in his highchair and wearing on my last nerve. He asked for milk and I told dad not to give it to him until he says "peas" (please), but instead of saying please he try's to be extra adorable and puts both hands under his chin with his elbows sticking out, the way you do for a photo, and grins his cheesy grin. With out saying the appropriate word, dad gave him the milk anyways. I took it away and there was crying, but he needs to learn, he is usually very good using his manners. (In hindsight, I should have just let him have the milk, since he wasn't crying and all....)

Then we spent what seemed like years (which was actually about 30 minutes) trying to take some pictures in front of the fireplace for a Christmas card. We didn't get in to a studio to have them taken, but I wanted updated pictures to go out. So I decided to take them myself. Some turned out pretty cute, but he is so very fast. Anyways, we got that handled and I ordered them online at Archiver's. They do such a fantastic job. That is where I ordered some of the presents we are giving, at there Personal Print Shop. We ordered the books. The turned out better than I could have ever expected. I am pretty sure the cards will be the same case.

This weekend is Christmas with my dad's side of the family. Looking forward to it, I like that side of the family when everyone gets together. We always have such a good time.

This will be Kermit's 2nd Christmas and it's fun to watch him exploring the new things like the tree and the stockings. He tries to put them on thinking you wear them. "Sok" he says, this one LOVES his "sok's". Cries when he doesn't have any one, or you are about to put {gasp} the wrong pair on. We love him anyways!! It will be fun to watch him on Christmas Eve opening presents. I know he won't care much about what is actually wrapped up for him, but am looking forward to watching him play in the paper.

Husband and I...

We've had our better days, that's for sure. Got in a big fight with him this weekend and I don't even know why we're fighting. He was grouchy first, then he pinched my finger with a dresser (this I know was unintentional), then he threw the dresser (fit of rage), then after lots of yelling, said we should get a divorce (idle threat).

"Go ahead and leave, I'm not going to beg you to stay somewhere you don't want to be." (I think he gets even more mad when I say this. Hasn't been the first time I have had to say it either. But it's true. I am not going to beg you to stay in a relationship you clearly don't want to be in.)

Later he came to apologize, with a very lame "Sorry" and thought that would fix it. Well it didn't and I'm still pissed. How can he say something so hurtful, about leaving and divorce and then think his standard apology is going to win me over.

Sunday came and he wanted to "get some", and I kept telling him No, because he wasn't very nice to me. He couldn't understand how the 2 correlated. It's just so irritating. Why doesn't he get that he has to be nice to me or I'm not going to give "it" up. I'm not some whore who does it with no feeling. It actually means a little something to me.

Will we ever get it figured out? I know marriage is hard, but why can't we fight like adults? It seems like every time we get in a fight, he quickly apologizes and then expects everything to be exactly the same. And every time, I feel like my side wasn't even heard by him, and then I spend the next few days mad, and eventually let it go, because by now, it so "old" that I don't even remember why we started fighting in the first place. I felt like I was attacked by him, I don't know where all that anger came from, and then all of a sudden it was gone. SO WEIRD.

I guess it's time for this one to be water under the bridge, but one day I would like to understand our fighting. Because right now I don't and there is no one close (miles wise) who can tell me and the one person who 'gets' us is out of state and starting a new job, and has her own stuff right now. So I'm not going to bog her down with this.

Feels a little better to at least get it off my chest, but, still feels like and open wound. The world may never know.....

(Update: I have finally figured out why we fight the way we do. It's because he's a RED and I'm a YELLOW. It's our personality types that make us fight the way we do. Seems obvious, but it never was until we took this. Now we know why we fight the way we do and it's easier to overcome our differences. We both understand how the other one fights, so now we can fix it much faster. Plus, we've had a few years since this to become closer and realize that not everything is worth fighting over. Sometimes you just need to let it go. 8/24/09)

Honey Bunny Bear

Kermit is not feeling so well since last night when I picked him up from Fi Fi's (daycare), which normally I would worry a little but since Todd isn't feeling the best either, I figure it's the same bug. But I actually liked it last night, there was lots of cuddle time on the couch. He really wanted me to hold him and rub his back. It was also my job to grab his bee-bee (blankey) and his bubu's (sippy cup).

Since he has started moving around (about 5 months old) he hasn't wanted to sit still and snuggle with mama. But I miss it, that's what babies are for, is cuddling. So I was happy as a clam. Then after bath time, which was incredibly short since he wasn't feeling well, I got to sit on the couch again with my very clean smelling baby.

How I miss the days when he didn't move as much. I really enjoy him at this age. He is really starting to talk and put thoughts together, but when ever he wants to sit still, it's usually by dad, so I get no snuggles.

He kept saying my name last night, I was starting to wonder if he thought I left or something. We we sitting on the couch and his head was lying on my chest and he would say "Mama?", "Yes, Honey Bunny Bear", "Mama?", "Yes, Honey Bunny Bear" -- this would repeat for about 5 more times. Then he would give up for a while and then start again.

Oh, how I love that little boy!

Happy Day Mommy!!

Since it was my birthday the other day, my mom decided to teach Kermit to say "Happy Birthday Mommy". It didn't go as planned. He couldn't say Birth. So instead she taught him to say "Happy Day Mommy". Haven't actually heard him say it yet. He's not about to say it him self with out a little coaxing.

I was talking to my mom this morning and she was telling me he had learned to say it. She says it super cute, I guess we'll have to try that tonight. She was going to call dad and have him help but didn't get that far this week. It's okay, at least he can say it.

Love him to pieces!

Husbands!

Why does he need to get so grouchy about me going out with a friend? A girl, friend, he knows her almost as well as I do, been friends with her for YEARS, only get to see her once in a while, we mostly talk and eat dinner. Don't get wild and crazy, and it's my birthday! Why, Why, Why does he get so sassy pants on me?? It's not like I am never around. I rarely go out with friends or do things with out the babin'. And did I mention it was my birthday the other day. And she wants to take me out.


GRRR! He acts like it's the end of the world because I want to hang out without him around. Or maybe it's because he's on babin' duty. I don't know and I don't understand. He says he's "Fine" and that he's not crabby. But he is, I can tell, wives know this stuff. It's like he tries to make me feel guilty for not coming home right after work. Well BULL SHIT!

Why do I need to worry about what he thinks anyways. Because he's my husband that's why and I do have to live with him. We (my friend and I) have had this planned for weeks, and I told him about it the day we planned it. Told him he had to pick up the babin' from daycare. It was fine then. But last night it was anything but fine. So pissed off I am!

I just want to go out, have a good time and go home to the babin' and the hubby, but now... I don't know.

SF or Bust!

This past weekend we took a trip to San Francisco with some friends of ours. We have never traveled as couples (together) before. It was all I could expect and more. They are so much fun and so like us. It was a very low key, everybody got to do/see everything they wanted to.

Fisherman's Warf -- Check
Alcatraz -- Check
Anheiser Busch Tour -- Check
Golden Gate Bridge -- Check
Cable Cars -- Check
49er's Game -- Check
Hot Tub Time -- Check

We couldn't have asked for a better time.

More stories to come on the rowdy drunken-ness that ensued!

I No Know!

Kyler Kermit has been too funny lately.

Where's daddy?? "I no know"

Where's Amma?? "I no know"

Where's Uncle Jake?? "I no know"

His other newest saying has included the word "seebin' " (sleeping), "Mommy, Daddy seebin'. "

He is big into repeating anything that you say. In honor of election day, and taking him to vote with us, daddy tried to teach him to say "I voted." It came out "I boo, boo-ed". It was really funny watching him try so hard to repeat it.

He also has been working on hitting the ball with the bat. He can hit it on the floor golf style, but lately dad has been holding it in the air and dropping it just as KM swings the bat. He makes contact and it really whizzes across the room. Then he sets the bat down to clap at him self.

Do they get any cuter?? Maybe I am still missing him a little, we just got back from San Francisco. We were gone for 5 days over the weekend and he stayed home.

More on the Excellent Adventures in SF soon...

All Warm and Fuzzy

A few days ago, the King Monkey was helping fold the clothes at day care. There was a head bump in the toy room and Vicki (my aunt who does our daycare) had to run and make sure there was no blood. When she came back Kermit was not in the laundry room.

Check the bedroom -- Nope

Check the bathroom -- Nope

Must be down stairs -- Nope (by now her heart is racing. All the doors are shut, where could he be???!!)

Back upstairs and a quick peak in to the laundry room to see if he returned, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. The towels in the dryer are moving...

Kermit had climbed in to the dryer while she was gone in the toy room. Must have been nice and warm in there, so warm he hadn't moved.

He is a funny one, that Kyler Kermit. One more door that needs to be shut around him!!

I'm an Adult

My mom came over on Saturday to help watch the baby while I was working on unpacking and cleaning the house. One of my first tasks was to hang up the curtains I had just bought. I had them almost completely done, when my mom walks in and starts telling me how wrong I was doing it and that I should check the height and they should hang lower, and that there needs to be something behind them.

Then I went down stairs to hang up the blinds I had. Again with the telling me I should pre-drill the holes, and hold it out from the window and this and that and a few other things. I snapped!

"If you want to stand here all day and tell me what to do you can go home!" and I meant it. I was tired of her telling me what to do. She laughed but I was serious. This was my house and I would hang as I please. Things were much better for the rest of the day. I think it needed to be said.

I am an adult with my own child, my own husband, my own house, my own truck, my own everything and I didn't need her telling me what to do. I can figure it out, and if it's wrong, well then so be it. Since I am an adult, I will fix it.

I know she means well, but some days I am not in the mood.

Pink Eye and Birthday Parties

It's has been a while hasn't it.

The weekend of Oct. 14 - 15th, Todd and I went furniture shopping and finally made the big purchases. My mom had Kermit for the weekend and he wasn't feeling the greatest. So on our way home from shopping we dropped off some cough medicine and some Tylenol. Then home to unpack our newest addition. Sunday I went to get him and he had thrown up again. Not good, he looked like a truck had run over his face. Puffy eyes, runny nose, matted eye gunk, bruise in the middle of his forehead when he had fallen down. Like a train wreck. I took him home and the next morning same thing. He looked like he felt, usually he looks a little better than he feels, not this time. I made an appointment for him to see the doc. Called in late to work and tried to feed him something.

He had slept all night but on the way to the doc, around 8.45 he fell asleep (this for sure means he is not himself, Kermit never takes a nap that early). Well it's Pink Eye, which means no daycare and no work for momma. So I called in Pink Eye to work, no problem says the boss, see you Wednesday. I had been given 2 days off (YEAH!), so let's make the most of it and get something done around the house (after a few cuddles with the sick baby, of course!) So we sat and snuggled and cuddled and ate some lunch. Then when Kermit went down for nap time, I watched Passions. OK, so when I said get something done, I really meant I would be getting something done on Tuesday. Monday was packed full of visitors, the Blind Lady (to order our Blinds -- not that she is blind and I'm insensitive), the shelving guys, the DirecTV guys. Not much could be done until the shelving guys left. We had nowhere to set anything before they got there. Then Todd went to bowling in the middle of the DirecTV crisis. All is semi well now, just need our electricians to come back and actually do their job this time.

Tuesday rolled around and even with Pink Eye, we got a lot done around home. Stuff was sorted to rooms, and stuff was put away in the pantry, and stuff was cleaned and vacuumed and mopped, and the office was put together. It was a productive day. I left the house with good intentions of going to work around Noon, but wouldn't have actually gotten to work until 1, Kermit still wasn't feeling the greatest and was hungry and tired, so we turned around and headed back to the barn (home). He needed momma time and I was not about to deny him that! Later that night, some friends came over to plan a trip, so we had pizza and talked. It was a nice visit.

The rest of the week went fairly smoothly. Husband left to go up north on Friday. He had to do manly hunting things, like build tree stands and drink beer. He actually hates going up their but goes only for his dad's sake. His dad was happy as a lark.

I got to do some more shopping for the new house. Curtains, and curtain rods, and sheets, and rugs. It was so much fun. I tried not to go over board and think I did a pretty good job. Only buying what we really needed right now. And the best part is I got them all hung up already.

Guest Room: CHECK (as in done.) It is officially Bed and Breakfast cute and ready for guests! Which I am super excited about because, next weekend I'll have my first guest!!

Yesterday we had some friends over to watch football. Great food, great company, and a great new friend for Kermit. Our friend's new girlfriend's son (did you follow all that?) -- is about the same age as our monkey. They had a very good time playing together. Then after they left, we had a very special Birthday Uncle to go and visit. Uncle Leo had turned 2 yesterday, so we had to go and give him some kisses.

And you wondered why I hadn't written in a while -- we've been busy.

I am hoping to get on a more regular schedule with my writing. I would like to be more diligent about it. I like getting my thoughts out of my head and written down. Makes room for more song lyrics!!

Bee-Bee!

Last night I was doing a quick load of laundry. Stole the Bee-Bee (blanket) from Kermit and washed it. He had had a bloody nose a few days ago, and I didn't get a chance to wash it since. So I threw it in the washer with no issues. But when it came time to get it in the dryer, he happened to see it. It was getting close to his bedtime and he started crying. Meanwhile,Todd had jumped in the shower, he was keeping Kermit occupied while I was doing other things. I put the Bee-Bee in the dryer, but it was no use. Kermit stood next to the dryer and cried and cried, "Bee-Bee, Bee-Bee!) I thought we were going to have to stand there for 45 minutes until it was dry. Luckily, once dad got out of the shower, he distracted him and things were better until it was dry. He was even trying to open the door of the dryer to get to it. He stood at the window in the door and just cried. It was too, too cute.

Funny, how the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I have pictures of myself as a child, standing in the yard, sucking my thumb and with my other hand, holding the corner of my Strawberry Shortcake blanket while it was clothes-pinned to the clothes line trying to dry.

Then after all that, we finally get him in bed and get him to go to sleep, until about 11 or 12. He woke up crying so dad went and got him and brought him in bed with us. I know, I know you're not suppose to do that, but we were tired and didn't care. We should have though, he was up until 2AM bouncing around the bed and attacking dad, because he thought it was funny and we were playing a game. Finally at the end of my very sleepless rope, I scooped him up, hauled him back to this own room, layed him down and went back to bed. He cried for a few minutes, but it didn't take long for him to go back to sleep.

This morning was a LARGE cup of coffee morning.

Little Shite II

Kermit also thought it would be a good idea yesterday to take his diaper off at daycare and crap and pee on the floor, right there in the kitchen. Why he does this I'll never know? Earlier in the day, he was the daycare streaker-- running around the house in nothing but his birthday suit.

He is getting too big for his britches. But I love him to pieces. We are considering having another one, but I am a little unsure. 2 kids in daycare, 2 daycare prices, 2 mouths to feed, 2 butts to change, 2 babies who love us, 2 kids to kiss at night, 2 rooms to decorate. There are good and bad sides, I am leaning more towards having one, than away from it. Just worried how we'll do it. Do I keep my job, and try to do it, do I stay at home? Do I work part time?

All questions, I will only answer when the time comes, I hate to plan too far in advance. Not really my style to plan out my life. I can't even plan dinner at 4:00 in the afternoon.

We'll know when the time gets here.

Moving Day

My cousin and I have a standing tradition that every year we celabrate "Moving Day". I started in 2002, when I was exiled out of the state of California by an ex-boyfriend. This guy was a real peach. I was told one weekend, "you need to move back to MN, your family misses you and we should leave on Friday." This was after I had found him, dirty dancing with a disgusting ho, to which he replys, he was helping our roommate "get some". Too much energy was already wasted on him in this post, if you want more details, ask me.

Anyways, back to Moving Day.... We started this tradition the day I got back in to MN, we picked up some alcohol and went home and got drunk. Moving Day was more of a moving on with your life and the changes that come, than it was about actually moving. But it seems almost every year since, one of us has actually moved. The first year was 2002, back from CA. The second year 2003, I was engaged, planning a wedding, building a new house and living in the city. So we celebrated by drinking heavily (my cousin and I). The third year 2004, my cousin was moving to MT to take a new job, moving day was celebrated about a month later than normal in May of that year, {Moving Day is actually April 26}. We had moved her out of her apartment and then took a road trip with her dad to MT. The fourth year 2005 was marked by us chatting on the phone and reminising over times past. We would recount all the stupid and fun things we have done on Moving Day, and how much our lives have actually changed since that fateful, wintery April night when I showed up on her door step crying. Since we weren't together on moving day, we had to celebrate separately. But then in the Fall of 2005 we got to do it right, she moved back from MT for the winter. We drove half way across the country once more together. Then in the Spring of 2006 (Aprilish) we got to pack up once more and move her back to MT, for the 6th moving day, this trip happend to coincide with the original day. Each time we would grab a 6 pack and drive (this was a Moving Day tradition and only one was missed when we weren't together). We even have a theme song. Jessica Andrews, There's More To Me Than You. Check it out, this is the exact thoughts I had on the first Moving Day, but the sound track wasn't discovered until the 2nd.

So this year, was once again marked with us being on opposite sides of the US. She is still in MT and I am here in MN. I did call her at a very early time and sing almost the entire song on her voicemail, which I knew would get big laughs, mostly because I am a HORRIBLE singer.

We moved Saturday into our new house, it was a beautiful day and plenty of beer was drank, but it just wasn't the same without her. Sometimes, I feel like my life is moving on with out her and other times I feel like she is moving on with out me. We always end up in the same places, just every once in a while, one of us is left behind for a few months. It's not a competition. But when she moved out to MT for the first time, I was jealous. It was so beautiful out there. She made all these great new friends, and here I was in MN doing the same old things I used to. I was married and settled down. I sometimes wanted to be free to run. Other times, (like this year) I am very happy to be settled down and I know she is a little jealous. She loves my husband ( I do too, :) ), but I know she wants what we have. We have a wonderful son and good jobs, but every now and then, I would like to pick up and move, just to see what it would be like somewhere else. That's the trouble with life, you are always wanting something more, something different, something new, something you can't have, something on the other side of the fence. The grass is always greener....

Little Shite

The other day, Kermit thought it would be a good idea to take a dirty diaper from the garbage bag and turn it upside down, shite side down, and rub it all across the floor at daycare. When I showed up that day to pick him up, I was given the "pink slip". Which really means nothing, as my aunt was trying to be funny. But one day I fear I will show up there and he will be out on the step.

He's not a naughty boy, and he wasn't doing it for attention. He's just Busy and in to mischief.

I told her if she watched him more, he probably wouldn't have been in the garbage. :) We both had a big laugh. He is too cute. Wasn't really that funny at the time, since it took 30 minutes to clean it up thoroughly.

Last night, Ammma (Grandma) was watching him while I cleaned the new house. Her favorite this is to give him a bath so he smells clean, even when he doesn't really need one. Anyways, bathtub time, he got out and she likes to comb his hair into a cook-a-dook, but since it's a little long on the top it falls over. Last night, she put a spounge roller in it until it dried. Then later he was carrying Aunties purse around. He is my little princess. His hair sure did look cute in it's little curl on the top of his head. Todd just laughed about it this morning.

So much to say

This weekend Kermit decided it was a good time to learn to crawl out of the Pack n' Play. Normally, he sleeps in a crib, but since we are without a home at the moment, he has been sleeping in the Pack n' Play. This makes it very easy for him to get out of his bed at night. Luckily there was nothing for him to get hurt on, except the bed, which he likes to go 'jumpie, jumpie' on. So Todd got up and poked his head in the Kermit's room, only to find him jumping on the bed and everytime he was in the air he would say 'daddie'! Pretty cute, but very dangerous. He would never crawl out when it was dark out, he can't see anything, but it was morning so he was ready to get out of bed for the day. Makes your heart stop to think of him hitting the wall in the bedroom. When we were watching him jumpie, jumpie while trying to get him ready the next morning he was jumping with absolutely no fear. Almost hit the wall and the head board in one jump. Time to build a roof over his bed!

Baby X has been named -- Roman James. Cutest little thing. Same initials as my dad. Lots of dark hair and so very snuggly. I have held him a few times, can't wait for more.

In the process of trying to clean our new house. Tell me again why I signed up for that? It is so hard to get anything done, when you don't have someone to watch the monkey. We had to wait for my mom to get done with church so she could baby sit while we went to work on the house. By the time we got down there it was already 1.00. Then the Twins were playing so not much work was done, I had to listen to the game. We're in a playoff hunt you know. And since you know so much about it, we won the division and are set to play again on Tuesday at home. Which by the way, sucks that NY got all the night games. Might have to take a LONG lunch to watch the Twins on TV during the day. Maybe I can stream it live on my computer. Shhhh, don't tell the big guy.

Todd went to the Dr. today to have his 'heart attack' checked out. Turns out it really wasn't a heart attack (which we actually thought it was for a little bit), but instead just really really REALLY bad heart burn. They ran a bunch of tests and are going to get back to him. He couldn't eat for the last 4-5 days. That's right 4-5 days with out eating more than church mice do. It burned too bad to swallow. That's normal -- Right? At least that's what my husband thought. I couldn't get him to go in for the life of me, or rather him.

That sums up the weekend. Wish I had more Kermit stories, but he was pretty tame this weekend.

Rat Baby, Rat Baby, Rat Baby!!!

For those of you who are FRIENDS fans you're already laughing.

Do I have a story to tell -- You can't make this shite up.

My step mom had a baby on Tuesday, (cute little bugger) anyways... my dad stopped by the hospital this morning to see them and she wasn't in her room. So he checks with the nurses station "oh she's in the room next door." Okay-- so he goes in to that room and she's sleeping. He didn't wake her up, but wandered back out to talk to the nurses.

Nurse: "Did you hear about last night?"

Dad: "No, what happened?"

N: Well, Step Mom was up feeding the baby at 3am and then when she was done, was going to go to the bathroom. So she wandered in there and looked in the toilet, and what did she see?????

{Wait for it}


A RAT!!!!! Swimming in the toilet!!!!! YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK (hee bee gee bee noise -- full body quiver by yours truly)

So disgusting!!!

Step mom ran out yelling "housekeeping, housekeeping!!"

Could you imagine if she had sat down and the rat decided to bite her? Or you sit down and before you do your business, you hear a noise, but you know it's not you. Splashie, splashie, look there's a rat in the toilet.

SO GROSS!

I am so dead serious, I could not make this up. This is something that you would hear, that happened to my friends, cousins, nephews, brothers, sisters, aunts, friends,mom. But this is first hand knowledge. I still shutter when I think about actually sitting down on top of it not knowing it was there.

When I get a chance to talk to my step mom and find out more details I will update, but this is great shite!

I being a big FRIENDS buff, I know I would have yelled RAT BABY, RAT BABY, RAT BABY!! (Thank you Monica.)

Nephew Monkey

Are we going to see the baby?

Uh Huh, UnBabieeeee.

No he's not Spanish, but it seems everything these days starts with "Un" (like Uno with out the O), UnPuppie, UnDaddy, UnMommy.

He was less than thrilled at the hospital when we went to see my new brother. I should say, less than thrilled mommy was holding another baby. Yes that's correct folks, I have a brother 19 months younger than my son. Sounds strange? Not in my family. Well not any more. 5 years ago, when the first between my dad and step-mom was born, that was WEIRD. But now it's just normal I guess.

There are 7 of us now. Jake (27), ME(25), Brooke (17, a.k.a. Auntie), Noah(8), Max(5), Leo(2), and Baby X(1 day) (no his real name doesn't start with an X, but they haven't picked one yet, so we are calling him Baby X or Baby X-Men to my brothers).

Baby Brother Leo was also less than thrilled. He was too young to be jealous when Kermit was born. Leo was only 4 month old (yes folks, the math is correct, my son's uncle is only 4 months older than him).

** Tangent ** not really sure why I keep using the word "folks". This is not a word I use very often, hardly ever to be exact. But for some reason, it fits today. ** End Tangent **

So now the Kermit is a nephew again to a baby 19 months his junior. UnBabieeeee is too cute, lots of dark hair, and pretty thick. He actually (no lying) has more hair than Brother/Uncle Jake. He will be a great addition to the family.

I think Kermit will warm up fairly quickly to the idea of me holding another, after all he has to share his Great Aunt at daycare.

**Another Tangent ** I am trying to teach the monkey to say Ampee instead of Auntie, which comes out as AwwKnee anyways. Ampee is so much cuter. ** End Tangent **.

So for now I will have to watch the grab hands of the monkey while snuggling my very own new brother. Once he learns to say Nephew, I think we'll be okay.

Uneventful

The weekend was rather uneventful. Friday night was spent printing out pictures to be the daughter in law of the year. My father in law was going to a cousins reunion and I wanted him to have new pictures of the babin' cakes. So we printed a bunch for him to take.

Saturday, dropped of the babin' cakes, pick up my cousin and headed to the homestead. We cleaned up the house and installed the hardwood floors. Husband o' mine got a lot done so we went drinkin'. Had too many cocktails while listening to a really bad band. I never seen so much camel toe -- too tight pants, that are too short and too young for that old lady. Probably only in her 30's, but it was REALLY bad. Also was weird to see old grade school/high school librarian. He looked exactly the same has he did 20 years ago when I was in kindergarten.

Sunday was hung over from a handful of drinks. Should not have been hung, but was anyways. Took a nap with babin' cakes and then watched TV for the rest of the night. Todd went and put more floors in. YUCK! Only as much as he had to so the central vac guys could do their job.

Still a little tired today, am too old for such carousing. But it was nice to have quality husband/wife time.

Sometimes being boring is nice. Uneventful is good -- occasionally.

Busy Week

Kermit has had a very busy week.

I'll re-cap the happenings:

• Took a full can of unopened Coke and threw it at daycare and it EXPLODED everywhere in the living room. Had to bleach the carpet and wash everything.
• Stuck his head in the toilet because the other kids were doing it, had to have his hair washed. Good thing daycare has a very clean toilet.
• Spent 3 nights this week awake with a crying baby from ear infection. Very little sleep makes for a very tired momma.
• Slipped on the bleachers at the volleyball game and got a nice mark on his cheek, then proceeded to fall 4 more times, luckily we were mark free from these. (Dad is like a oowie detective, everytime baby gets near him, he manages to find every single little mark on him and ask "what happened here, weren't you watching him?" Very protective that dad)
• Was patting one of the other babies on the head repeatedly, because he thought it was funny how the baby made that noise. That noise was crying. (oopps)

Thank goodness for the weekend, Amma will be in charge and I will be off to clean the new house so we can install new floors!

Some things are private

Some things are meant to be private, and while I know eventually someone I know will read this and know it's me, I just want to be an unknown for a little bit. I read other blogs and I do like knowing who they are, their names, where they live, their families. But for me, this is a therapy of sorts. A place to leave my thoughts without the judgments of others. I can talk and type and say what is really on my mind and how I really feel without having to sensor it for the audience, which is usually family.

There is a good feeling knowing I am alone in this journal and that no one clicks on the link and read what I have and sometimes don't have to say. Sometimes it's about nothing and that's okay. It's mine and for me and I don't have to have anything to say. A journal of my life and what I want to talk about.

Just came back from lunch with a friend and she envies my life and I envy hers. She is 30 and wants to be settled down with a family and I want to be in her shoes up til 3am at a bar listening to a band waking up with a hangover. I miss that. I like where my life is, but sometimes, sometimes I want to go to the things I want to go to without having to find a sitter and planning weeks in advance. Without having to schedule, just pick up and go after work.

I love my family and things are great, but sometimes...

It's weird to finally think about how life has changed and how I have changed over the last 3 years. I got married, built a house, quit school, switched jobs, had a baby, had a miscarriage, sold a house, am building a new one, bought a car, bought another car. When I thought about my life 4 years ago and where I thought I would be in 2006, this is not exactly what I had planned. I thought I would be graduated from college, starting a very promising career in the building industry. And while part of that is still true, it's different.

Different can be good, and it is, it's just different.

And then there was 7...

My Step Mom is due on Monday, going in to be induced. I am nervous about this. Normally, her having more kids does not bother me (I've been through this twice before). But this time, I am torn.

We had a family squabble last week and things have not returned to 'normal' yet. I am a little mad at her for not letting us stay there. It had been fine for 2 months, then all of a sudden, MOVE.

I do understand her wanting us gone, once the baby is born, but we are hardly there anyways. And, AND it would only be a week or so before we'd be moved out anyways.

So now my issue is whether or not to go and see her in the hospital, or go to my brothers birthday party coming up.

It's frustrating. She doesn't want us there, but her mom is more than welcome to come and stay after the baby is born, and their Au Pair is coming to live with them shortly after the baby arrives. Why can't we just stay? Now we have to move all the things we need ( a fair amount of paraphanilia ), to move it again in about 2 weeks.

I don't really want anything to do with them for a while. I am irritated with them. We were getting along so good, and I just want to like her and be friends, but when they pull crap like this, it makes it hard.

"If it were soley up to your father, he would build an addition on to the house so you would never have to leave." Clearly it's not soley up to him, and we are clearly no welcome at this time. I don't like being Not Welcome somewhere. Especially, somewhere I want to go. I like my brothers and want to see them (they are too young to come and see me on their own, 8, 5, 2 and the new one makes 7 kidlets in this clan).

I am lost as to how to handle this, I want to be the pissed off kid, but have a feeling when it really comes down to it, I am going to need to be the bigger person and swallow my pride to keep things happy. I don't want to have to be that person. I shouldn't have to be that person in this situation. I wasn't the one who effed up.

What to do, What to do......

Uh Huh

Kermit has an ear infection and it has not been pleasant sleeping lately. He wakes up just to cry for a few minutes then back to sleep. He has done this several times each night for the past few days.

He is really not feeling well, but did want to play for a few minutes yesterday.

His newest trick -- shake his head like a bobble head doll (in all directions) and say "uh huh" as in yes. When asked if he wanted more milk, "uh huh", should we go ni night, "uh huh".

I am hoping he feels better today, we were going to go and watch Auntie play volleyball.

Todd has only seen him breifly in the past few days, he's wondering if he still has a son. He has been working on the house and had bowling last night. So by the time he gets done each day, Kermit is sleeping.

It will be nice to all live in the same place again. While we have been building, we have not all ended up in the same house everynight.

Sure will be nice when everything is done, "Uh Huh."

Down the Drain

Kermit decided it was good idea yesterday to get into the bathtub with his tape measure (it's a Stanley, just like dad's), my mom's camera (yup ruined) and ALL his clothes on. He was too cute splashing around in the tub with his leather shoes on (I think we saved these).

My mom thought I had a hold of him and I thought she was on duty, but neither caught him before he jumped it. So we took a few pictures and then de-clothed and finished our bathtub (or as he calls it "pashie, pashie")

He is much too cute.

King Monkey and his Servants

Wanted CrazyMonkey.com, but it was taken.

More crazy than precious most days, but he is a beautiful boy. We have our hands full when it comes to him. Who ever said "it takes a village to raise a child" -- they weren't kidding! How can one little boy take up 2 adults full time attention?

I could eat him up. He is the busiest kid at daycare, but also the cutest (maybe I am a little partial...).

Just learned to say 'please' -- still working on 'thank you'.

Was the best day of my life, the day he was born. Turns you completely upside down. But wouldn't trade it for anything. Not even a stack of hundred dollar bills!

My mom goes through withdrawals when she doesn't see him for a few days (yes you read that correctly, I said a few DAYS!)

She needs her "Binkin Pie" time. Loves to give him 4-wheeler rides. He can even ask for them. It's like he is the King and we are his servants.

Riiiiide?

Drop everything to give him a ride. Or as she tells Aannie (auntie) -- one more ride before bedtime, like he might die without it. But be sure to bring his BeeBee (blankie), it's cold outside. Too cold that any normal person wouldn't need to go for a ride that bad, but King Monkey, he definitely needs one last ride for the day.

Everytime they go around the yard they have to stop and pick an aappu (apple)

{on a side note, and the mothers will agree with me, it's hard to know how to spell things that kids say. They don't say things exactly as they are suppose to be pronounced, but it's close, and it's never spelled the same.}

If it weren't for King Monkey, I don't know what I would talk about any more. Sure I have a life and go to work, and I have friends, but he stuff is so much cuter, and more fun and just plain old more interesting than my stuff.

Money = Boring
Work = Boring
Husband = Not quite as boring, but he's no King Monkey
Paint Colors = very exciting to me, but no one else wants to hear me talk about them for more than 2 seconds.

See how boring it is, that's the only other things in my life besides him. I guess I will have to keep him for fear of becoming the crazy cat lady, who only talks about their cats.

Since no one will probably read this, it's okay that it's mostly jiberish.

Throwing Sand and Shovel Hitting

Yesterday Kermit was in the sand box at daycare and decided it was a good idea to dump a full bucket of sand over the head of a little girl! He's 18 months, what can I say. How do you tell him that's not okay?! If that wasn't bad enough, when she started crying, he belted her with the shovel. What am I going to do with him? He's all boy, that's for sure.

Pure Trouble and I blame his father! :) Boys will be boys. Luckily, the Grandfather of the girl was not mad. I don't think she'll be coming back to play anytime soon.

But even when he's a little s**t, I still think he's TOO CUTE! Funny, how a simple "momma" will turn me into mush.

I guess I'll keep him. He's too cute to send away.

His new favorite word -- Bye.

Tells everyone he sees, Bye, Bye, Bye. And he waves! I just melt.

How can they over take your whole reason for living? Used to be about partying and going out, and seeing friends. Now my favorite thing to do is watch him sleep, and wrap him up like a burrito in the middle of the night to keep him warm.

Mostly a post about nothing more than my love for Kermit, but that's okay. Oh, and it won't be the last one either.

The quality of your life equals the quality of your communication

This saying was ground into my head for years and years by Gupa.

"Write it down" he would say.

So I did, several times, but apparently, he did not follow his own advice. Our family quarral yesterday could have been avoided if he had used quality communication and actually said what he meant to instead of assuming I understood.

He laughed when I told him to write it in HIS planner.

We sort of made up, but I am still crabby.

Still had to move out, but it was alright I guess.

We'll have to wait and so how long it stays "alright".

I'm not a crabby grouch...

Don't get the wrong idea about me, I don't hate life or those in my life. Just a little irritated today.

I love Todd and Kermit! They are the reason I get up in the morning. Kermit is a smiling ray of sunshine. Giggles and says my name -- knows lots of words, including "Ishie", this is my favorite one. Knows how to use a hammer and a baseball bat (both Todd and Kermit), one day you'll catch Kermit as a Baseball Player. Todd is a great provider and wonderful husband, very helpful around the house, if I can pull him away from the Twins' game. Also one heck of a bowler.

Things will iron themselves out... Eventually

Family = Frustrating

Families: Frustrating, helpful, irritating, life saving, un-welcoming, welcoming -- and this is just my parents.

Being homeless (in the sense of no home to call home) was going fairly smoothly until today. Suddenly and out of now where, we were asked to leave. Kermit was just getting settled into the last place of residence and now it's time to pick up and move again. When in less than 5 weeks, it will be time to move into the new place of the Benson's. Shipped around like unwanted merchandise. Oh, and to top it all of Hopper is also un-welcome (has been from the get go).

How can they be so inviting one minute and the next it's time for us to move on?

Todd, wonderful man, has been doing everything to get the house done on time and under budget (including every hassle imanginable) and now this.

I might start looking for a new family, do they sell them at Target??

** Edited to note: This all worked out and it was fine, but the day this happened I started this blog becuase I needed a place to vent with no talking back. I didn't want to hear anyone's opinion on this particular situation, unless your opinion was the same as mine. This was already 3 years ago. Needless to say, we are all over it. (15Aug09)