...and then I dropped my kid (again)

I was telling my trainer some stories at the gym the other day and she asked if I had blogged them, it never occured to me to blog them so here they are.

I'm really clumsy, I'm constantly banging myself on things, walking into things, stumbling or falling down. unfortunately if your mom is clumsy and she is carrying you there is bound to be some fallout. So I can count a total of four times that I have fallen while carrying Will. (Don't worry he's ok)

The first and second times were not my fault!
When Will was an infant I was carrying him in his carseat into my sister-in-laws house. I didn't know there was a hole in the ground and of course I stepped right in it. We both fell but he was strapped into his seat and it rolled over upside down. I held my breath as I rolled the seat back over to find a confused but perfectly fine baby staring back at me. At this point people are running out of the house screaming "are you guys ok!?"

When Will was older ( I don't remember how old he was but something like 1 1/2-2)
I was carrying him into my mothers house so she could watch him while I had to work. It was something like 6am, still dark out(really dark actually) and pouring rain so I was hurrying. I still am not sure exactly what happened, but my feet completely just went out from under me and I fell on top of Will-we were both soaked, he was really crying and I was so scared I had hurt him that I was shaking. Again he was fine, just scared. and I left for work very wet that day.

One morning I was carrying Will down the stairs because he wanted to say bye to his daddy. Dave was pulling out of the driveway and I was trying to hurry to get to the door. Our front door is at the bottom of our stairs so as I went to step onto the last stair I turned sideways to grab the front door knob, and missed the stair completely. My foot landed on nothing and we fell sideways like a tree-tiiimmmbbeerrrrr!!!! I hit the floor and my head on the baseboard heat, Will landed on me but I saw the top of his head hit the wall. I was a little stunned that time so it was taking me a second to figure out what happened. Will hopped right up though and said "mommy are you ok?" at that point I sat up and told him I was fine, and he started crying.

The fourth time was last week. Will had a bug bite on the back of his neck that he kept picking at, and it got very red and swollen, so I decided to bring him to the pede's office to get it checked out. As I'm trying to get his shoes on so we can get in the car he is refusing to cooperate and doing that limp body thing. I picked him up and was in mid-swing to sit him on the coffee table when my ankle rolled and I started to fall. I tried to bring him closer to the floor, but I had to let him go, (I felt guilty about this after-what kind of mothering instinct is this? Throwing your kid into the air to land on the floor, but when I thought about it-I had to let him go because my only other choice was to slam him into the floor with me. ) I watched him fly and land, he's laying on the floor understandably upset-I've just twisted my ankle so I can't get up yet, so I grabbed him by his foot and pulled him to me so I could pick him up. Again he was fine in a few seconds, I however limped around for two days. Here is the worst part though...at the doctors office a little bit later she is looking at his neck and starts looking at the area around the bite, and pointing to the back of his head says what's this? I look and see a red bump. I have no choice but tell this woman "yeah..umm... that just happened. We both fell before we left the house, I twisted my ankle" She stops looks at me and says "ok" and goes back to what we are doing.

yeah-I frequently leave marks on my children right before I take them to the doctor!

so don't you just want to be my kid? Maybe I should just have them wear helmets if I'm gonna pick them up?

i don't like it.

i don't like it when my baby is teething

i don't like it when my baby is teething and gets congested and then coughs all night this tight yucky cough that makes me wonder if it's just a cough or something worse, so i can't sleep, cause i'm listening to it.

i don't like it when my older son gets up in the middle of the night too.

i don't like it when i have to work 16 hours the next day, even if i didn't get any sleep.

i don't like it when i have the opportunity to go home early from work, and i'm told i can, only to be called back 5 minutes later and told it isn't budget concious so i have to work until midnight.

i don't like it when i have to call my husband back and tell him no, that i'm not coming home after all, they were just screwing with me again.

i don't like it when i get home at midnight to a whiney coughing baby and a whiney tired husband who has to go work in five hours but hasn't been to sleep yet.

i don't like it when i wake up feeling like a mac truck hit me.

i don't like it when i'm supposed to be at the gym right now, but i had to reschedule for tomorrow cause i just don't have it in me right now.

i love it when nap time rolls around, cross your fingers for me that they nap together today.

revenge!

probably should not be blogging this but....too funny not to share.

hubby has always been the person to tend to ummmm, hair in places that needed tending. I shave my own legs and pitts, but you know i'm not letting just anyone down there!
(personal beliefs-i'm not a little girl and have no desire to look like one, but still, needs some tending) this has been going on for years,and we have tried just about every hair removal option there is. i know it's weird, most peoples significant others are not involved in maintance, but it's my marriage, and we'll do things our way, thankyouverymuch!

tonight though...revenge! hubby has been bothered by the sudden increase in back and shoulder hair.(what can i say he's 30!) he has been nagging me to get a wax kit so we could take care of it. for the record, it didn't really bother me, guys are supposed to be hairy, and i love my guy hair or no hair. i told him this too. but it bothered him so i bought the kit (nads hair removal strips) and went to town.

his back looks much better-although redder, and i'm ashamed to admit that i giggled through the whole thing, while he snipped back at me," i'm glad you find this funny", and "you're sadistic."
i sweetly reminded him this was entirely his idea....

we are going to bed now, but i'm still giggling to myself-i've been waxing stuff for years-brow, lip, down below-now he knows what i go through so i can look girly for him!

the kid in me (brought out by my children)

Five minutes for mom is having a contest, you need to post a pic showing the spirit of childhood, and I immediately thought of this one:

this picture is of my son this past christmas, he was two years old at the time.

what inspires this kind of wonder and delight in a two year old?

Santa Claus!

This picture was snapped as Santa walked into the room at a holiday party we attended, and it will always be one of my favorites.

I don't think I have a better picture to capture the spirit of childhood, and seeing this look on my sons face, I felt like a litte kid again too, remembering how amazing it was to just believe.

nosey neighbors (where i get to be the nosey neighbor)

This evening we were talking over the fence with our neighbors, these are good friends of ours. while we were talking their tenent came over ( they rent the first floor of their home) and told us that the man who owned the house next to them had a family of squirrels in his roof and had covered the hole this afternoon trapping 3 babies inside. She had been watching the mother squirrel and one of the babies go back and forth all afternoon trying to get back inside. We all talked about how awful this was, but noone was willing to say anything to him.

I thought about it and decided that maybe a little peer pressure would convince him to fix the situation. I went up to the door i took ben and my neighbors teenage sons came with me. ( I thought the tenent was there too until I turned around and saw she went hiding in her apartment. )

you wouldn't kill a lady with a really cute baby would you?


I knocked on the door and very nicely told the man who I was, that maybe he wasn't aware that when he covered the hole he trapped some of the baby squirrels inside, that I understood that he didn't want squirrels in his house, that I didn't want them in mine either, and that my husband would be able to help him if he wanted help to get them out, that we had ladders and lots of gloves. He told me that this was an uncomfortable conversation to have about squirrels, that he didn't think their were any more in there when he covered it, he had listened and hadn't heard anything. I explained some of the other neighbors had noticed the mother going crazy trying to get to them. I also threw in there that I obviously was a bleeding heart(-and he readily agreed), that I had a soft spot for babies since I had a couple.


I told him I didn't want to keep him, again offered our help, and walked back up to our neighbors house.


As far as I can tell I have done absolutely no good and could possibly have pissed off a neighbor,

but i had to try.

would you have said anything?

T.M.I.

ok so today so far will has said that his poops came out of his "crumper" what in the heck is a crumper? and no noone around here uses the crapper word...

just now he told me the dog has donuts on the inside....wtf? we don't even eat donuts!

and since we are on a bizarre post, here is a few things that have happened at work lately:

i was holding a urinal for a patient, and things were going ...ummm as expected, until he was done peeing and gave an extra little squeeze, and i watched as a stream shot over the urinal and up my arm......good times... that's a first.

a nurse was traveling (to another part of the hospital) with her patient to a test, she was required to travel with him as he needed to stay on a heart moniter. she approached me as they were about to leave with a safety pin in her hand and said "you'll love this!" she then told me her bra clasp had broken, and it hooked in the front! she then left the floor safety pin in hand.

the phone rings and the secretary answers it, it is a woman whispering into the phone that she is on the fourth floor and they won't let her out, and then why are they keeping me here? after a few confused questions the secretary realizes that she is talking to a woman from our floor, who's room is about 15 feet from where she is sitting. she tells the patient she is on the first floor and she will send her nurse in, this patient is very confused and keeps trying to leave her room, due to her illness she needs to stay in it but of course cannot understand or remember this, so we constantly are sending her back to her room. when the nurse is told her patient called, her only answer is "great, now she learned how to use the phone" as she walks away.

random stuff..

I know I keep disappearing, and I don't mean to honest! everyday just flies by lately before I know it we are climbing back in bed-admittedly my favorite part of the day, I love my new bed! ohhh yeah i promised pictures, excuse me while i go take some!
ok here they are:

we just bought the bedspread last weekend, that bed is soooo comfy!

my bureau, complete with flash!

dave's bureau

wills big boy bed and bureau

ok that's enough show and tell!

I entered Ben into a local radio contest, you can go here to see the picture and vote if you want to

http://www.92probabyidol.com/vote.aspx?Id=3931

how about some will-isms?
the other day I surprised him when I came around a corner, he said "why you square me mom?"

last night he told me he was going to "grow up a fireman"

if anything happened in the past it happened last night-"mom rebumbra last night..."

I have to clean my house-it's starting to get out of control again and I was just getting somewhere! I should take a picture of my folded socks in my draw, that's a miracle! On that note laundry to do.