Ok, so he definitely IS a genius, but can someone explain to me why his latest thing is hitting his hand on the table (or whatever), then looking at me and doing a 2-second "whine" and then forgetting about it? I keep telling him, "Then don't DO that and it WON'T HURT." but he doesn't seem to understand this. Can someone also please tell me why, no matter how many times I holler at him to NOT throw ALL of his books out of his bookcase at once, he continues to do it, day in and day out? I cannot tell you the number of things I pick up, over and over, each day. I mean, the same items, all of his toys, over and over and over again... and I do try to get him to help, and he does help - sorta - but it just never ends. I don't know why he has to have ALL of his toys scattered all over the house at the same time. I know. You are saying, but Carole, he is only 20 months old. I know. I know. I know. But I am NOT 20 months old. And it is extremely irritating. And back-breaking.
Gawd, I love that boy so much!!! Someone pinch me.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
New Season
I just have to say that THANK GOD that Lost and Desperate Housewives are back on. Now all I'm waiting for is "24" and American Idol. Then all will be right with my world.
Friday, September 23, 2005
What a Stoopid Thing to do
You aren't going to believe what I did. I thought for sure that the pick-up for the Divine Consign sale was tonight at 4:30. I don't know where I got that from. Apparently, it was last night. I guess I lost everything that I didn't sell. I've left a message with one of the ladies about if there is a place I can go to retrieve my stuff, but I doubt there's any way. It's probably all been donated since I didn't show up for pick-up.
Now what do I take to the Carrollton sale next week? I can't believe I did that. I am SO pissed at myself.
Now what do I take to the Carrollton sale next week? I can't believe I did that. I am SO pissed at myself.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Boring Bored Boredest
I surely love being here with the most beautiful, sweetest boy in the world, but I don't know how much longer I can continue to keep him (and me) entertained. It is tough. I went to the Divine Consign sale last night and bought a bunch of new toys and books for him. I know, like he needed more toys. But he definitely is bored with the ones he has. I think I'll try to sell some of his older ones in next week's Divine Consign sale in Carrollton. I also got the toddler bed frame that Mother was wanting. So I guess she can use that and get a mattress rather than the tent idea she had earlier. It's a really simple, cute, metal frame mostly red with some other primary colors for the wrungs at the head of the bed. Really cute for $20.
On another note, one thing that is never boring is to have it out with Fred. See my entry at my Why Men Are Such Jerks blog. I'm still mad about that, but I'll get over it.
On another note, one thing that is never boring is to have it out with Fred. See my entry at my Why Men Are Such Jerks blog. I'm still mad about that, but I'll get over it.
Monday, September 19, 2005
Another sleepless night
This time I've been up since 3:30. I gotta get some rest here one of these days. I think part of my problem is I am thinking thinking thinking about stuff. Like how I really want to get Tyler going in a Mother's Day Out program. I seriously think he's needing the social interaction with other children. Plus, that will give me time to get some sort of part-time job. That is another thing weighing on me. I'm just not used to having to get money from someone else all the time. Robert has been a real treasure putting up with me not working all this time. Rarely does he say anything about it. He just forks over the bucks. I really have to hand it to him for that. I do miss working (to some extent). It was apparent in Fry's the other day. Just looking around at all that geekdom made me long for the challenge of working in an IT environment. Of course, at the time, I hated it some days. I dreaded going to work. But taking care of a child can also have its moments. I think it is the mundane-ness (is that a word?) of the days. It's like the movie "Groundhog Day" where you wake up and every day is the same. Don't get me wrong. I love staying at home with Tyler. I love taking him to the few playdates we go to. I love meeting other moms and their children. But there are still days that are just so boring. And some days I don't know what to do with him to keep him occupied.
So, here I sit, pondering all of this stuff. MDO program or daycare or how about that lady I was going to call 6 months ago who lives up the street. After the Divine Consign sale, I'm going to get more serious about doing what needs to be done for Tyler and I.
So, here I sit, pondering all of this stuff. MDO program or daycare or how about that lady I was going to call 6 months ago who lives up the street. After the Divine Consign sale, I'm going to get more serious about doing what needs to be done for Tyler and I.
Friday, September 16, 2005
What do we do on Friday nights?
Well, actually, we don't usually do THIS, but tonight, we couldn't resist. Here is the most beautiful thing in the world. My son sleeping. No, I don't mean it that way. He is beautiful whether he's sleeping or awake. But I couldn't resist going into his room tonight and taking a couple of pictures. So here they are. God Bless Him.
Yes, I know I shouldn't have been shooting these! You think he'll remember? Nah...........
Yes, I know I shouldn't have been shooting these! You think he'll remember? Nah...........
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Lame Fort
Ok, I need some serious help with some of this mommy stuff. I thought it would be a cool idea during today's rainstorm to try to build Tyler and I a little "fort" in the living room. You know, something he could crawl through and feel like he was all cozy and cute and everything. Well, I know I don't have a creative bone in my body, so here's what I came up with. Someone help me, please.
The World's Worst Nightmare
Ok, so I've always been the type that has these wild dreams. I even talk completely legibly out loud in my sleep, and wake myself up at times in mid-sentence. Well, tonight tops them all I think. Which is why I'm up typing to get it out of my system at 3:30 a.m. Maybe I'll be able to sleep once I write this down.
I dreamt that I woke up in bed with Hal (who is a long-time friend of the family). I have no idea why Hal, but it was him. When I woke up, I asked him where I was, and what had happened. He said I had asked him to pick me up the night before. I asked where was Tyler. He said he assumed I had given Tyler to someone before he met up with me. He could not remember where I had had him pick me up. So of course, I figure, ok I must've dropped him off with Mother, or left him home with Robert. I called them, and they didn't have him. Tyler was with someone who I COULDN'T REMEMBER!!! Panic began to set in of course. I'm calling people left and right. One person was Robyn (must've still been taking place in O.B.?) and of course it was not her number (she had apparently moved again). I was completely freaking out, not being able to remember who I had left him with. It was the most horrible, panicky feeling imaginable. And the guilt! What kind of Mother was I to get so drunk and leave your child with a perfect stranger??? And what if this perfect stranger didn't have any way of contacting me? What if I never got Tyler back?
The kicker to this all is my Mother who was not really freaking out like you'd expect her to be. In the middle of all of this panic, we all go clothes shopping! Can you f---ing believe it? We are in the middle of this hoity-toity mall somewhere, and me, her, and Hal are all clothes shopping. She's holding up dresses and pants asking my opinion. Hal is doing the same. I'm frantically pushing this large cart through the store, trying to get the hell out of there so we can go look for Tyler, practically knocking people down in the process. At one point, I just put my hands in my head and was SCREAMING like I was losing my mind because I needed to be out figuring out where my SON was! I asked this one lady in a boy's clothing store if she had seen someone with a small infant boy with blonde hair, and she hadn't. Interesting that in the dream, he was still an infant. And this other lady who worked there asked me to leave. I said, "You don't know what has just happened to me!" and she said, "You don't know what you are doing to the store!" in other words, get the hell out you crazy lunatic.
I woke up (for real) with the worst kind of panic, like I had to figure this out. I had to try to remember WHO I had left him with, or worse yet, simply WHERE. In my dream, Hal had said that maybe I needed to go to hypnosis sessions in order to remember. I thought that might have to be my next step.
I cannot even imagine where this dream came from. I mean, it was the most heart-wrenching feeling to wonder where you have left your child. What the hell was that all about? And my Mother not being very concerned and we all go clothes shopping? AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Yes, I went in and checked on Tyler to make sure he was still there.
I dreamt that I woke up in bed with Hal (who is a long-time friend of the family). I have no idea why Hal, but it was him. When I woke up, I asked him where I was, and what had happened. He said I had asked him to pick me up the night before. I asked where was Tyler. He said he assumed I had given Tyler to someone before he met up with me. He could not remember where I had had him pick me up. So of course, I figure, ok I must've dropped him off with Mother, or left him home with Robert. I called them, and they didn't have him. Tyler was with someone who I COULDN'T REMEMBER!!! Panic began to set in of course. I'm calling people left and right. One person was Robyn (must've still been taking place in O.B.?) and of course it was not her number (she had apparently moved again). I was completely freaking out, not being able to remember who I had left him with. It was the most horrible, panicky feeling imaginable. And the guilt! What kind of Mother was I to get so drunk and leave your child with a perfect stranger??? And what if this perfect stranger didn't have any way of contacting me? What if I never got Tyler back?
The kicker to this all is my Mother who was not really freaking out like you'd expect her to be. In the middle of all of this panic, we all go clothes shopping! Can you f---ing believe it? We are in the middle of this hoity-toity mall somewhere, and me, her, and Hal are all clothes shopping. She's holding up dresses and pants asking my opinion. Hal is doing the same. I'm frantically pushing this large cart through the store, trying to get the hell out of there so we can go look for Tyler, practically knocking people down in the process. At one point, I just put my hands in my head and was SCREAMING like I was losing my mind because I needed to be out figuring out where my SON was! I asked this one lady in a boy's clothing store if she had seen someone with a small infant boy with blonde hair, and she hadn't. Interesting that in the dream, he was still an infant. And this other lady who worked there asked me to leave. I said, "You don't know what has just happened to me!" and she said, "You don't know what you are doing to the store!" in other words, get the hell out you crazy lunatic.
I woke up (for real) with the worst kind of panic, like I had to figure this out. I had to try to remember WHO I had left him with, or worse yet, simply WHERE. In my dream, Hal had said that maybe I needed to go to hypnosis sessions in order to remember. I thought that might have to be my next step.
I cannot even imagine where this dream came from. I mean, it was the most heart-wrenching feeling to wonder where you have left your child. What the hell was that all about? And my Mother not being very concerned and we all go clothes shopping? AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Yes, I went in and checked on Tyler to make sure he was still there.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Katrina
These days, I know I'm different than I used to be about certain things I see on tv. I cry and get all upset about things these days that used to not upset me so much. I mean, they always upset me, but not to the point they do nowadays. I think it's a hormonal thing. Something about after giving birth, your hormones change and make you more emotional. It's weird because one of the first thoughts I had after the hurricane was, "Where are they getting diapers from?" I instantly thought of that because I know that would be one of my primary concerns. Next, I thought, where are they getting food for their infants who are not breastfeeding? It is so upsetting. I don't know what I'd do in their situation. Then you have people who wouldn't leave their homes because they didn't want to leave their pets. So sad.
A friend of ours who is from New Orleans (Roger) went there this last weekend to help his sister's husband's mother get stuff out of her house, which was full of water up to 6 feet. He said he would've been trying to get things out like paperwork, that sort of thing. She was pulling stuff like photo albums and VCR tapes out of this HORRIBLE mud stuff that was all in her house. Memorabilia that can never be recaptured. Her husband wanted the pictures of his dead parents. Stuff that you can never recover. They think they'll be able to salvage it somehow. I sure hope so.
Roger also said there were thousands of pets floating in the water. And the water was the most disgusting, smelly stuff he had ever seen. And people were drinking it he said! There is going to be so much disease from all this.
I know it was hard to get in to the city with support. Roger also said that the mayor or governor (can't remember) was not even sure she was supposed to proclaim a state of emergency or mobilize the support units (was it from FEMA?). That word has to come from them first, to the federal government. He watched a lot of news from there (somehow) and was just amazed at how little she knew about what her job was. So although I think it's partially the fed's problem that help wasn't there sooner, it's also in the hands of the local gov't too, and they failed big time.
Another from Roger: One parishioner wouldn't even let people from the next parish into his parish. He put sheriffs next to a bridge and told them not to let any of them in. He was trying to protect his parish from all the looting, plus he had no means of taking care of all of them. So, they all sat on the bridge with no food and water and some of them died.
Then there were the 100 or so people who died in a nursing home for lack of care I suppose.
And the people shooting at the helicopters who were trying to help them? What's up with that? A radio talk show host sas saying that a lot of this violence is due to the drug addicts who cannot get their fix now...and the first thing they did was go find guns. People are freaking out down there.
Enough of this for now. I can't take any more thinking or watching at this point.
A friend of ours who is from New Orleans (Roger) went there this last weekend to help his sister's husband's mother get stuff out of her house, which was full of water up to 6 feet. He said he would've been trying to get things out like paperwork, that sort of thing. She was pulling stuff like photo albums and VCR tapes out of this HORRIBLE mud stuff that was all in her house. Memorabilia that can never be recaptured. Her husband wanted the pictures of his dead parents. Stuff that you can never recover. They think they'll be able to salvage it somehow. I sure hope so.
Roger also said there were thousands of pets floating in the water. And the water was the most disgusting, smelly stuff he had ever seen. And people were drinking it he said! There is going to be so much disease from all this.
I know it was hard to get in to the city with support. Roger also said that the mayor or governor (can't remember) was not even sure she was supposed to proclaim a state of emergency or mobilize the support units (was it from FEMA?). That word has to come from them first, to the federal government. He watched a lot of news from there (somehow) and was just amazed at how little she knew about what her job was. So although I think it's partially the fed's problem that help wasn't there sooner, it's also in the hands of the local gov't too, and they failed big time.
Another from Roger: One parishioner wouldn't even let people from the next parish into his parish. He put sheriffs next to a bridge and told them not to let any of them in. He was trying to protect his parish from all the looting, plus he had no means of taking care of all of them. So, they all sat on the bridge with no food and water and some of them died.
Then there were the 100 or so people who died in a nursing home for lack of care I suppose.
And the people shooting at the helicopters who were trying to help them? What's up with that? A radio talk show host sas saying that a lot of this violence is due to the drug addicts who cannot get their fix now...and the first thing they did was go find guns. People are freaking out down there.
Enough of this for now. I can't take any more thinking or watching at this point.
Catching Up Just a Little
Yeah, yeah, so shoot me. I haven't blogged in awhile. Still getting caught up from the Wisconsin trip... plus I've been a little preoccupied with a case of poison ivy, which makes it hard for me to concentrate on anything. See picture of my chest area (don't get excited boys).
It's also been down my arms in spots, and started to hit my legs, so I went to the CareNow facility this morning and got a shot plus two prescriptions. One of the prescriptions knocks me out pretty good, so I'll be taking one of those in a little bit so I can get an actual REAL night's sleep for a change. The weird part of the whole deal is I'm not even the one that fell in the ditch. Tyler did. I either got it from him or the dog's fur. Probably from Tyler, since we promptly scooped him up and took him back to the house for a bath. I'm SO grateful he didn't get this. What an awful thing he would've had to endure. It's been a miserable existence the last week or so.
Other Tyler updates: He has started learning that he can scream in a very high-pitched voice. He thinks it's funny. I don't. He just laughs and laughs when he does it. I figure it's a phase he's going through and he'll soon get over it if I ignore it somewhat. Sweet baby! Gotta love him!
He has also been doing a lot of "feeding" everyone else, including people and animals since the Wisconsin trip. I mean, he did it somewhat before we left for our trip, but when he got there and finally got used to Woody the Dog, he would feed him incessantly. Now it is so much fun for him to hold things out for people to eat. So, most of the time, we'll take a piece, then tell him, ok, the next one is for you, You eat it. So cute!
I'm still working on getting all the pictures ready for posting. I've got all of Dad's renamed, cropped where necessary, hue and saturation adjustments where needed, brightness and less brightness where needed, so now I just have to do mine. Will keep you posted on when they're posted.
Cheers! Ready for the sleepy pill soon. Itching again! Argh.
It's also been down my arms in spots, and started to hit my legs, so I went to the CareNow facility this morning and got a shot plus two prescriptions. One of the prescriptions knocks me out pretty good, so I'll be taking one of those in a little bit so I can get an actual REAL night's sleep for a change. The weird part of the whole deal is I'm not even the one that fell in the ditch. Tyler did. I either got it from him or the dog's fur. Probably from Tyler, since we promptly scooped him up and took him back to the house for a bath. I'm SO grateful he didn't get this. What an awful thing he would've had to endure. It's been a miserable existence the last week or so.
Other Tyler updates: He has started learning that he can scream in a very high-pitched voice. He thinks it's funny. I don't. He just laughs and laughs when he does it. I figure it's a phase he's going through and he'll soon get over it if I ignore it somewhat. Sweet baby! Gotta love him!
He has also been doing a lot of "feeding" everyone else, including people and animals since the Wisconsin trip. I mean, he did it somewhat before we left for our trip, but when he got there and finally got used to Woody the Dog, he would feed him incessantly. Now it is so much fun for him to hold things out for people to eat. So, most of the time, we'll take a piece, then tell him, ok, the next one is for you, You eat it. So cute!
I'm still working on getting all the pictures ready for posting. I've got all of Dad's renamed, cropped where necessary, hue and saturation adjustments where needed, brightness and less brightness where needed, so now I just have to do mine. Will keep you posted on when they're posted.
Cheers! Ready for the sleepy pill soon. Itching again! Argh.
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