I ordered Caitlyn's bike online and it will be ready to pick up Friday. Can you believe I got it for less than a $100.
Yep. I'm awesome.
Just need to pick up a midi board for Aaron and a few stocking suffers and some gift bags.
May end up at the doctor with my knee. It's swollen. Nearly rock hard. I can barely put my heel on the floor because the swelling won't let me straighten out my leg.
So. I may get a couple shots.
How ya'll doin'?
Bout to get things done?
Everyone making it?
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I have a few stocking stuffers and a couple more things to buy for DH, and a gift card for my niece then I'll be done with shopping. I'll make fudge and have the boys deliver boxes of it to neighbors in a couple weeks. Fa la la la la, la la, la, la.
FNW, love your post! The positive attitude is inspiring.
SB, hope the situation isn't too bad back in your neighborhood.
Good morning, Lily.
Cleaning house this morning. Might have to attack DD's room. Good gosh, it's a mess.
I have two family members to buy gifts for yet and one birthday gift.
We all enjoyed a Christmas parade of lights last evening. Followed by a community soup supper.
The grand's had a blast. Each of the kids received a flashing snowflake. The night was lit up with all the kids lights. Someone had a drone with red and green lights flying overhead as well. The parade was full of floats with Christmas theme's and lots of colored lights. In the dark, it was beautiful.
The weather was perfect for the parade. No wind and temps in the 30's. It couldn't have been better weather for December. :)
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LL, hope you that straightened out. One final means going in circles. Not fun.
FNW, can you send them here with a box of that fudge? I need to get my baking done.
TRUUU-DEE... you playin Scrooge this year?
Lexxy, I feel ya.
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I am off to the doctor in a little bit. I'm sure we'll be getting some meds. So a trip there. We've done no Christmas shopping as of now.
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I told DH I'd really like a break from watching DS. What's he do? Falls asleep on the couch.
I need some sporks and some hungry pigs ...
Can you tell him you are off this evening and go out and see a movie or just go into a bedroom, lock the door, and read a book?
I don't want to go out as much as I want him to be the one stopping DS from getting into everything. I want him to notice that DS is, for example, about to remove ornaments from the tree and DO something about it.
I don't have any special ornaments so I'm not worried about breakage. DS helped decorate the tree last night and fumbled two ornaments (both broke). He did remove a couple ornaments this morning but is getting the idea that the ornaments aren't toys.
Good luck with that. Personally, my DH was not good about noticing stuff like that. He still isn't. Neither is my father. Not sure all men are equipped. So don't beat your head against the wall. If you don't already, establish an early bedtime. My boys went to bed between 7 and 7:30 at that age. Now they are up until 8 or 8:30. Still, it gives me my evening to relax with DH.
My boys never got into things. Why? Because they couldn't. I relied heavily on child locks, gates, and knob things that kept them from opening doors. Before gates they had their "corral".
With regards to Christmas or is this a general statement?
Good question.
Maybe Trudy needs a magic 8 ball for Christmas.
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I'll send my DH out with the boys on errands, lunch, and a stop at the park to play ball.
DH does that sometimes.
Question. When your boys were still in diapers, did your DH whine and complain about having to take the diaper bag?
My DH acts like the diaper bag is the hugest inconvenience ever to exist and that taking it will surely cause the world to end.
No, he didn't complain. But once they were walking and on regular food, we didn't really take one. We threw a couple diapers and a change of clothes in the trunk in case of leakage or poop.
Chef, men don't take subtle hints. Heck, sometimes they still don't get it when you draw a map and leave instructions.
You want him to watch DS, then leave him to it.
Go take a bubble bath or something.
But you are going to have to come right out and tell him what you want him to do.
As for the diaper bag, I hated them too. I kept a big one in the car but I never took it in anywhere.
I'd just grab a diaper and a small zip lock bag of wipes and that was it.
By that age, there really wasn't a need for a diaper bag any more.
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I never really saw the need for snacks. Cherrios when they were little to keep them quiet, but after that, nope. We can stop off for lunch or ice cream as a treat. We never brought toys to the park. The parks we went to there were usually toys there. Or swings. Or those climbing things. They can play with their own toys and stay home. We do now, in the way of baseball bats, balls, footballs, etc., but DH has a sports bag he keeps everything in. Maybe if he used a sports bag, he might feel more manly? Or a backpack like bonny's DH?
I never really saw the need for snacks. Cherrios when they were little to keep them quiet, but after that, nope. We can stop off for lunch or ice cream as a treat. We never brought toys to the park. The parks we went to there were usually toys there. Or swings. Or those climbing things. They can play with their own toys and stay home. We do now, in the way of baseball bats, balls, footballs, etc., but DH has a sports bag he keeps everything in. Maybe if he used a sports bag, he might feel more manly? Or a backpack like bonny's DH?
Good luck with that. Personally, my DH was not good about noticing stuff like that. He still isn't. Neither is my father. Not sure all men are equipped. So don't beat your head against the wall. If you don't already, establish an early bedtime. My boys went to bed between 7 and 7:30 at that age. Now they are up until 8 or 8:30. Still, it gives me my evening to relax with DH.
My boys never got into things. Why? Because they couldn't. I relied heavily on child locks, gates, and knob things that kept them from opening doors. Before gates they had their "corral".
An early bedtime would not work for our family. I don't do early mornings. DS goes to bed usually between 10p and 1030p and wakes up around 9a. That works for us.
I never really saw the need for snacks. Cherrios when they were little to keep them quiet, but after that, nope. We can stop off for lunch or ice cream as a treat. We never brought toys to the park. The parks we went to there were usually toys there. Or swings. Or those climbing things. They can play with their own toys and stay home. We do now, in the way of baseball bats, balls, footballs, etc., but DH has a sports bag he keeps everything in. Maybe if he used a sports bag, he might feel more manly? Or a backpack like bonny's DH?
It's not about being manly for him. He wouldn't want to take a backpack either.
It boils down to that he wasn't ready for all the 'extras' that come along with having a kid. He wanted a baby. He got a baby. And he whines and complains every time DS does something that is typical toddler. He simply does get how repetitive parenting is nor does he like it (the repetitiveness). He loves DS but it's as if he seriously expected him to be an adult overnight.
It never matters what time the boys go to bed, they still get up around the same time. Between 6:30 and 7. Later on weekends. This morning I had to wake them up at 7. They need lounging time before they get dressed or they will be cranky all morning. DH used to tell me, "let's try for a later bedtime so they'll sleep in." <eyeroll> It seems the later they go to bed, the earlier they get up. They don't get enough sleep and are less likely to behave for the whole day.
By 8, they're more than ready for bed. I guess I'm lucky in that regard.
I never really saw the need for snacks. Cherrios when they were little to keep them quiet, but after that, nope. We can stop off for lunch or ice cream as a treat. We never brought toys to the park. The parks we went to there were usually toys there. Or swings. Or those climbing things. They can play with their own toys and stay home. We do now, in the way of baseball bats, balls, footballs, etc., but DH has a sports bag he keeps everything in. Maybe if he used a sports bag, he might feel more manly? Or a backpack like bonny's DH?
It's not about being manly for him. He wouldn't want to take a backpack either.
It boils down to that he wasn't ready for all the 'extras' that come along with having a kid. He wanted a baby. He got a baby. And he whines and complains every time DS does something that is typical toddler. He simply does get how repetitive parenting is nor does he like it (the repetitiveness). He loves DS but it's as if he seriously expected him to be an adult overnight.
I can kind of relate. I hated the toddler years. We actually traded in the SUV for a mini-van to accommodate all the stuff. Then I got tired of the stuff and learned a change of clothes was all we needed, and that a lot can just be left in the trunk. But the minivan did come in handy during the potty training days, because they could use the little portable potty I bought them. Still use it on occasion, too. A week or so while waiting for the bus, #2 had to go. Not wanting him to get on the bus having to pee, I crawled back and held the thing up so he could aim into it. (He's too big to sit on it anymore) I warned him of the consequences if he "missed". It worked out well.
It never matters what time the boys go to bed, they still get up around the same time. Between 6:30 and 7. Later on weekends. This morning I had to wake them up at 7. They need lounging time before they get dressed or they will be cranky all morning. DH used to tell me, "let's try for a later bedtime so they'll sleep in." <eyeroll> It seems the later they go to bed, the earlier they get up. They don't get enough sleep and are less likely to behave for the whole day.
By 8, they're more than ready for bed. I guess I'm lucky in that regard.
Yep. You know when DS didn't get enough sleep. His brat switch flips and he's intolerable.
I never really saw the need for snacks. Cherrios when they were little to keep them quiet, but after that, nope. We can stop off for lunch or ice cream as a treat. We never brought toys to the park. The parks we went to there were usually toys there. Or swings. Or those climbing things. They can play with their own toys and stay home. We do now, in the way of baseball bats, balls, footballs, etc., but DH has a sports bag he keeps everything in. Maybe if he used a sports bag, he might feel more manly? Or a backpack like bonny's DH?
It's not about being manly for him. He wouldn't want to take a backpack either.
It boils down to that he wasn't ready for all the 'extras' that come along with having a kid. He wanted a baby. He got a baby. And he whines and complains every time DS does something that is typical toddler. He simply does get how repetitive parenting is nor does he like it (the repetitiveness). He loves DS but it's as if he seriously expected him to be an adult overnight.
I can kind of relate. I hated the toddler years. We actually traded in the SUV for a mini-van to accommodate all the stuff. Then I got tired of the stuff and learned a change of clothes was all we needed, and that a lot can just be left in the trunk. But the minivan did come in handy during the potty training days, because they could use the little portable potty I bought them. Still use it on occasion, too. A week or so while waiting for the bus, #2 had to go. Not wanting him to get on the bus having to pee, I crawled back and held the thing up so he could aim into it. (He's too big to sit on it anymore) I warned him of the consequences if he "missed". It worked out well.
I'm not a huge fan of the toddler years. But, I wasn't the one who wanted a baby. I wanted to adopt around preschool age. I do not have the patience for a toddler. I simply don't. I find the patience because I do love DS but it's hard for me. I hate feeling like a broken record some days. DS will have his food right in front of me and say he's hungry. I tell him to eat. He says he's hungry. I say eat. Repeat that at least 6 times. Watch DS leave his food untouched on the table and go play. Pick up food and watch DS have a tantrum because he's huuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnngrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyy. Or worse, he'll eat a full meal and start playing with the few bits of food left. I take his plate before it ends up on the floor. What's he do? HUUUUUUUNNNNNNGRRRRRRYYYYYYYY!!!!! Uh huh, sure. Now. I know if he's truly hungry, he'll eat. But, it doesn't stop me from being annoyed that he squawks hungry but doesn't eat or has eaten and squawks hungry rather than finishing his food instead of playing with it.
DS has both a urinal and a potty. We're currently trying to teach him that you don't sit on the urinal.
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Oh my good heavens. I just taught my boss how to underline text in an email. When I showed him the "U" for underline, he's like, "Oh, that's what that is for." I'm like, "Yep, and the I is for italic and the B is for bold." Heaven help him.
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Oh my good heavens. I just taught my boss how to underline text in an email. When I showed him the "U" for underline, he's like, "Oh, that's what that is for." I'm like, "Yep, and the I is for italic and the B is for bold." Heaven help him.
Hmm, he must be my age.
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Hey all. I am back from the doctor. I love my doctor. First my foot. I have a heel spur. On top of the heel spur I have plantar fascistic. She gave me exercises to do at home and told me to ice it three times a day. She said she had it and knows how it feels. I've been banned from going shoeless at home. And I've been giving some shoe inserts to prevent the spur from getting worse. So now, for the first time in my life, I have actual slippers with little foot inserts in them. I had just cut my toenails so she couldn't cut it to culture it. I got a little container to put a toenail sample in. She said she's worried about my lungs. She thinks it's due to the fact that I went off my anti inflammatory drugs. But I went off them because I needed to go see the specialist that our insurance doesn't cover. So she was really cool and she said she would handle the pain doctor's, asthma doctor's, and all the other doctor's regimes since our insurance doesn't cover the specialists. She wants me to stay on the meds for a few days and then she's going to just monitor my lungs. I feel like crap.
OTOH being sick has it's advantages. DH started laundry and bought me soup, crackers, and ice cream to make me a shake. He may act like a butt sometimes but when I really need him he really jumps in to help.
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It never matters what time the boys go to bed, they still get up around the same time. Between 6:30 and 7. Later on weekends. This morning I had to wake them up at 7. They need lounging time before they get dressed or they will be cranky all morning. DH used to tell me, "let's try for a later bedtime so they'll sleep in." <eyeroll> It seems the later they go to bed, the earlier they get up. They don't get enough sleep and are less likely to behave for the whole day.
By 8, they're more than ready for bed. I guess I'm lucky in that regard.
That's how my kids are too. If they go to bed late they get up even earlier. I have dd7 I bed by 730 to read and she is usually asleep by 8, and wakes up about 630, which is perfect because I am not a morning person, so I like not having to get up to start getting on her to get out of bed.
I never really saw the need for snacks. Cherrios when they were little to keep them quiet, but after that, nope. We can stop off for lunch or ice cream as a treat. We never brought toys to the park. The parks we went to there were usually toys there. Or swings. Or those climbing things. They can play with their own toys and stay home. We do now, in the way of baseball bats, balls, footballs, etc., but DH has a sports bag he keeps everything in. Maybe if he used a sports bag, he might feel more manly? Or a backpack like bonny's DH?
It's not about being manly for him. He wouldn't want to take a backpack either.
It boils down to that he wasn't ready for all the 'extras' that come along with having a kid. He wanted a baby. He got a baby. And he whines and complains every time DS does something that is typical toddler. He simply does get how repetitive parenting is nor does he like it (the repetitiveness). He loves DS but it's as if he seriously expected him to be an adult overnight.
I can kind of relate. I hated the toddler years. We actually traded in the SUV for a mini-van to accommodate all the stuff. Then I got tired of the stuff and learned a change of clothes was all we needed, and that a lot can just be left in the trunk. But the minivan did come in handy during the potty training days, because they could use the little portable potty I bought them. Still use it on occasion, too. A week or so while waiting for the bus, #2 had to go. Not wanting him to get on the bus having to pee, I crawled back and held the thing up so he could aim into it. (He's too big to sit on it anymore) I warned him of the consequences if he "missed". It worked out well.
I'm not a huge fan of the toddler years. But, I wasn't the one who wanted a baby. I wanted to adopt around preschool age. I do not have the patience for a toddler. I simply don't. I find the patience because I do love DS but it's hard for me. I hate feeling like a broken record some days. DS will have his food right in front of me and say he's hungry. I tell him to eat. He says he's hungry. I say eat. Repeat that at least 6 times. Watch DS leave his food untouched on the table and go play. Pick up food and watch DS have a tantrum because he's huuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnngrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyy. Or worse, he'll eat a full meal and start playing with the few bits of food left. I take his plate before it ends up on the floor. What's he do? HUUUUUUUNNNNNNGRRRRRRYYYYYYYY!!!!! Uh huh, sure. Now. I know if he's truly hungry, he'll eat. But, it doesn't stop me from being annoyed that he squawks hungry but doesn't eat or has eaten and squawks hungry rather than finishing his food instead of playing with it.
DS has both a urinal and a potty. We're currently trying to teach him that you don't sit on the urinal.
I'm actually really enjoying the toddler stage. He's super affectionate.