CHRISTMAS CARDS!

It’s that time of year…Christmas music, red Starbucks cups, shopping, tree cutting, ornaments, wreaths, and CHRISTMAS CARDS! 

Ever since our first Christmas with a child, I have been obsessed with the Christmas card thing!  Little Man’s first Christmas card is still the cutest freaking thing I have ever seen. 

I remember that “photo shoot” like it was yesterday.  My mom and I put clothes on him, took clothes off him, dressed him like Santa, laid him on his belly, sat him up, put him in a wrapped box, made him hold ornaments, sang and danced like idiots to make him smile….the norm for every parent who tries to get a good pic of their baby who doesn’t understand one f’ing word you say (or maybe they do and they just can’t believe what assholes we look like). 

He certainly was a trooper that day!  We were at it for well over an hour and I got a gazillion great pictures of my little Gerber baby.  That night, I sat in bed for hours looking at all different cards personalized with all different images.  I finally made the decision and we ended up with the BEST XMAS CARD EVER:

I couldn’t wait to order them and get them out to my list of 115 people!  I quickly realized that this shit costs a small fortune but I didn’t care one bit.  I wanted to show off my new beautiful baby to everybody I had ever met. 

It was also the first year that I was strangely excited to get holiday cards from everyone else.  I never gave a crap before. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated getting cards in the past but it wasn’t like I couldn’t wait to open up the mailbox kind of thing.  Now, I just LOVE it and even took on a Pinterest project that would display all of the beautiful cards this year! 

We used an old louver door that was in my mom’s house for 30+ years.  We painted it, threw a pretty silver wreath from Target on it and voila, a nifty little Christmas card displayer thing-a-ma-jig!  Love it.   Can’t wait to fill it up with cards from our wonderful family and friends!

Anyway, I got off track a bit.  Since Little Man’s first Christmas card experience, it hasn’t been so pleasant and easy to say the least.

The very next Christmas we had a new 6 month old baby that we added to the crew.   That baby didn’t put up with any shit!  He was NOT going to pose naked for me.  He was NOT going to smile. He was NOT going to look at the camera. He was NOT going to sit still.  He was NOT going to stop crying. 

So the first Christmas card of the two boys together was ridiculous.  The entire family spent hours trying to pose them in front of the Christmas tree at Auntie’s house.  Again, ‘Head, shoulders, knees and toes’ was belted out (with the motions, obviously) about 10 times.  Not one good picture. 

I ended up taking a semi decent picture of Baby and Photoshopping his head it onto a not so hot picture of him sitting next to his brother.   It came out pretty bad but that was our 2010 Christmas card.  And even though I didn’t love it, I still loved it if that makes sense.  It was our new amazing family and I was so very proud. 

This year was another fiasco. 

Again, at Auntie’s house (she decorates before Thanksgiving).  The boys looked so handsome.  They took naps.  They were happy. We all had our bribes (candy) in hand.  Let’s do this!

Ya, didn’t work out as expected.  I didn’t get that cozy, cuddly, ‘I love snuggling up with my brother in front of the Christmas tree’ shot I was hoping for. 

I used about 7 different “candid” shots for the card and I have to say it came out pretty darn cute.  What do you think?



Our real names!  I am hoping there aren't any psychos stalking my blog!



They are all signed and sealed.   Now they just have to be delivered. 

I have to say, I am feeling like Miss Organization this year.  It is December 2^nd and my cards are going out today!  Yipee!

Next up….cutting down the Christmas tree! Should be pretty eventful!

The things that used to seem so simple have become total chaos with the little ones around.  But being able to share all of these special moments (especially during the holidays) with them totally makes it worth the complete and utter confusion. 

I am just loving this holiday season with our little stinkers!! 

Positive Reinforcement

So Little Man has been, well, a two year old I guess.  He can be the sweetest most loving thing on Earth one minute and the next you would swear he is the devil's spawn. 

Little Man tantrums don't mix well with Mommy's patience, or I should say lack of patience. 

I can tell myself things like... he is two, this is normal, yelling won't work, be positive, don't argue, it's just a stage, blah, blah, blah. 

But at that very moment when Little Man is kicking, hitting and screaming uncontrollably because he wants to wear the brown vest instead of his nice warm winter coat when it is friggen freezing outside I LOSE IT!

Most times I scream my head off and he ends up upstairs in his crib for a few minutes.  I know this is bad.  I can scream until my head pops off of my shoulders but it does NOTHING.  And the time out in bed is going to bite me in the ass one day.

But time outs in bed keep me sane!  Being a little shit on different level than me with the door shut  is much easier to handle than being a little shit 10 feet away from me!  I know, I know he is going to start associating bed with punishment.  Awesome.

So the point of this whole post is that I have turned a new leaf (on some days) and have decided to use positive reinforcement with him. 

Example -

Little Man: (really fresh voice) "BABY, DONT DO THAT! THAT IS MY TOY, NOT YOURS! NO, NO, NO!"

Pushes Baby to the floor.

Me: "Little Man, do nice boys talk like that and push?"

Little Man: "Yes"

Me: "No they don't.  And you are a nice boy so you should be nice to your brother."

Little Man: "NO! STOP SAYING THAT, MOMMY!"

Me: Deep breath.... 

"Ok, it sounds like you are tired so lets go upstairs to think or go to sleep for a while."

Little Man: "No sleep."

Me: "Ok, then do nice boys talk like that?"

Little Man: "Noooo".  Smile.

Me: "What do nice boys say to their brothers?"

Little Man: "Baby, I am gonna hug you and kiss you and cuddle with you!!!"

Me: "See!!!!  I knew you were such a good boy.  I am SO PROUD of you!!!!  YAY!!!!!!"

This takes a hell of a lot of patience on my end but it seems to be more productive than aruing with a two year old.

Now I just have to be consistent and stick with it!! 

I have to take lots of deep breaths in the moment because those 'moments' are the hardest part.  To be cool, calm and collected when someone knows how to push every button you have is pretty challenging. 

I want to be the best mom I can be.  I want my boys to grow up to be happy, healthy, smart and respectful people.  That is a lot of responsibility.  It has taken and will take A LOT of really really hard work. 

How to handle a tantrum is one of many things that I know I can improve on.  Sometimes it gets overwhelming thinking about everything that I can do to be a better mom.  I try to concentrate on one or two at a time. 

Hopefully one day I will be the epitome of the PERFECT MOM. Or something that somewhat resembles it :)

Sick, sick, sick...and Short Sentences

It has been weeks since I have written or read any blogs! The boys have been sick since the post I wrote about D going away for work.  That was like 3 weeks ago!  I guess this is going to be my life this winter with both boys in daycare for the sick season for the first time.  It’s going to be a LONG one.  Hopefully this is the worst and it will get better from here?  Please say yes.

So for the past 3 weeks our lives have consisted of running noses, green boogs, coughing, ear infections, nebulizers, Benadryl, Motrin, antibiotics, no sleep, tears, screams and just plain bad moods.  It’s been fun. 

Little Man has been a bit dramatic.  Every time he sneezes he screams like he just shot a knife out of his nose.  I am sure it’s the combination of boogies on his face (god forbid) and his little nose being sore from all the running, sneezing and wiping.  But, and that’s a big BUT, it definitely doesn’t call for the reaction that it gets.  And when you have to deal with that at least 40 times a day, it gets REALLY old. 

Baby doesn’t mind the boogies, thank goodness, but his issue is the medicine.  I dread the 2 times a day that I have to pin both arms down,  hold his head straight and squeeze open his mouth to give him his antibiotics.  Screaming like you have never heard!  And then I try the Benadryl before bed to try to stop the coughing and sneezing so he could get some rest.  That usually ends in a sticky mess.  I am so done with this.

I think my house has germs on every square inch of it and my couch smells like rotten milk.  Little Man drank a whole cup of milk, tried to cough, had phlegm in his throat and threw up every last drop of the milk and then some.  Soaked the couch, our clothes, my hair and the blanket we were under.  He thought it was funny.  Go figure, a sneeze is the end of the world but sour milk coming pouring out of his mouth and nose is hysterical.   Anyway, I have to figure out what I am going to do about that.  I guess that is my exciting project this weekend. Yay.

Okay, so that is enough sick talk.  On a more exciting side note, Baby is starting to put little sentences together!  It is so stinking cute.  Papa…where are you, doggie barking, bless you, I love you and play with toys are the little phrases that come to mind at the moment.  This stuff never gets old!  Oh ya, and NO is his favorite word.  He answers every single question with a very monotone “no”….even if he means yes.  We ask him ridiculous questions just to hear him say no.  It is hysterical and he thinks so too.

So, that has been my exciting life these past few weeks and I am bummed that I haven’t really gotten a chance to write on my blog.  Hopefully I will be getting back in the swing of things soon.  I miss this stuff L 

Until next time.

STAY HEALTHY!

Halloween

Because of this "once in a lifetime" October snow storm, Halloween was cancelled this year!  It was actually announced on the news that it was cancelled!  I couldn't believe it!

Little Man had been talking about trick-or-treating for weeks! He was practicing every day and perfected the drill.  Walk up to the door, smile, say "frick or freat", open your bag for candy and say thank you!  It was pretty freaking cute.

How was I going to tell him it was cancelled?

The plan was for everyone, their mother and their twice removed cousin's sister to come to our house to see the kids in their adorable fireman costumes and then take the boys in the wagon around the neighborhood trick-or-treating for about an hour.

Mom, Dad, grandmas, grandpas, auntie, costumes, wagon, trick-or-treating, candy, outside...a dream date for our boys!

Since Halloween was cancelled we had to think of a Plan B.  Fast. 

Not sure who came up with the idea but some genius in the fam suggested bringing the boys to the firehouse down the street! 

Perfect!

We got the little firemen all strapped in their carseats and we were off!  The entourage was following closely behind.

We got to the firehouse and the garage doors were OPEN!!!!  The 2 boys and about 10 family members walked into the firehouse. Yup, we are that family. 

Baby couldn't run fast enough yelling "Firetruck, firetruck, firetruck!!!"  And Little Man was right behind him with the biggest smile on his face.  If I could bottle the feeling I get when I see them that happy I would be a rich girl!

Then the real live firemen came down.  These guys probably think we are the most annoying family to ever live.  We go there rather often.  And now here we are with our entire family.  I can't even imagine the conversations that went on when we left.

Even if they do talk shit behind our backs they are really really nice to our faces every singe time.  They bring down the little plastic firemen hats, they open the fire truck doors for the boys to go in, they turn on the siren lights and they are just really great to them.   Like it's their job to entertain toddlers!  Thank god for nice people.

On Halloween they were extra special to the boys and gave them lots of extra fun things to put in their trick-or-treat bags.  If those guys only knew how happy they make my kids!

Before we left one of the volunteers pulled D aside and tried to recruit him!  Ummm... I think we might be kind of obligated to do something nice back.  I will keep you updated on whether or not my husband becomes a fireman.

So Halloween was still a success and my kids had a really fun night.  Here are some pics of the cutest firemen I have ever seen.  I think I should make a fireman calendar of these cuties for the little girls at school :)

The New Job

D has been interviewing for a different position in his company for the last couple of weeks.  He got it!  Congrats to my husband! 

It’s a promotion and more money.  Good, right? 

He found out that he got the job on Thursday and was on a flight to Chicago by Sunday at noon.  Gone for almost a whole week!  I was sick to my stomach.  He was given the job offer and was told about the mandatory trip to Chicago at the same time.  I probably should have been more excited for him but all I could think about was losing time with him.

This job does require a decent amount of travel.  Is this going to work out?  The boys and I are used to him being around a lot.  His hours were always pretty flexible and he was there for the really important, kind of important and just plain fun things.  Are these days gone? 

There is one thing I am sure of.  He is a great dad and a great husband.  He will never let work get in the way of that. This is what makes me feel a whole lot better.  He will make this work.  He always finds a way to make things better.  One of the many reasons I love him so much!

Oh and by the way, it couldn’t have been worse timing.  Both boys are sick.  We are doing the god awful nebulizer 3-4 times a day which is just a little bit exhausting.  And over the past week my perfect little part time job has become a lot more stressful which is another post all together.  So, all of this happening at once was very overwhelming to say the least.

Let’s talk about the 5 nights away from D.  It was the first time he had been away from us overnight.  We missed him terribly.  And he missed us too.  I heard it in his voice every time we talked. 

My mom was a HUGE help and slept over to help out with my kids who don’t sleep.  Thank you Mom!  Thank you God!

She even told me to get out and enjoy myself after the kids went to bed.  I took her up on that the first night and went out to dinner with a couple friends.  It was awesome.  Love the dinner and wine thing!

And the next few nights I was just too exhausted to leave.  My mom and I just got cozy in bed and watched some TV.  That was just as good!

Back to the kids…

1^st night…slept through the night.  Hmmm…that’s weird.

2^nd night…slept through the night.  Ok, what is going on?

3^rd night…slept through the night. Mom, are you drugging my kids?!

4^th night…same as above!

5^th night….zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Seriously, I make such a big deal about not sleeping and what awful sleepers my kids are and then they make big liars out of me!  I don’t have words.

I have to say, the days were tough!  The no daddy and being sick combo probably got the best of them.  If I have to hear Little Man whine for no reason at all or carry his 33lb ass around for one more second I think I am going to check myself into the nut house.  Seriously.

So we survived the several days without Daddy.  I have an amazing family helped out big time and I am so grateful for that.  I am not sure I could have done it alone!

Oh and by the way, the first night D was back we were woken several times by Little Man.  And Baby is screaming his head off in his crib at this very moment.  Mom, can you bring your magical presence back here please?

 

Potty Talk

I haven’t started the whole hard core potty training thing with Little Man yet and for some reason I am not feeling the rush.  Maybe it’s because I know Baby has a least another year of diapers anyway.  Hey, if I am changing 5 diapers a day, might as well make it 10! 

Unless, of course, my Baby genius starts excusing himself to go to the bathroom in the near future. It would not surprise me!  Yea, I am a proud mommy but he is super smart!

This post, however, is not about how smart Baby is.  It is about Little Man and the potty.  I can’t remember exactly when but it was at least 8 months ago that we bought a potty and Little Man pooped and peed in it within the 1^st hour!  I was amazed and thought “Wow! I don’t even have to train him!”  Well that was the end of that for a few months. 

We recently started daycare 2 days a week and Ms. Helen has somehow gotten him to go on the potty several times.  She gives him a couple of M&Ms each time he goes.  It hasn’t worked that well for me at home but like I said, I am not pushing it.

The other morning we were filling up the bathtub and Little Man took it upon himself to go pee-pee on the potty!  He just walked his little naked self over to the potty, sat down, pointed his little wee-wee down (ha!) and went!  I was so proud of him. He got 3 M&Ms and couldn’t be happier with himself!

Is it weird that I hate to get rid of my son’s poop or pee because I think it is so CUTE and enjoy looking at it!?  I think I just answered my own question. 

Anyway, as I was being creepy and admiring my son’s urine, I noticed it was really cloudy with particles floating around in it.  OMG what is wrong with him?!  This is NOT GOOD.

Have no fear, it was just dust. That is how long it had been since he went on the potty at our house J 

I think I am going to start stepping up the potty training a bit but I am not looking forward to the inevitable accidents, public restrooms and new excuses for not going to sleep.   Just what I need…new excuses for not going to sleep!  I am annoyed and tired just thinking about it.

How did my little baby grow up so fast? 

How did he go from this:

To this:

I just cried a little.

Dirty Clouds

I absolutely love to watch my boys experience new things. What I would do to see the world through the eyes of a child! I wish I could feel the way they do when they see a truck or an airplane or a bird or a cow or the stars or even the mailman. I just can't imagine the wonder and excitement that they must be feeling on a daily basis since the world is still so new to them. Even though I can't feel what they are feeling, it still feels so amazing to be a part of their new discoveries.

Until recently, my boys went to bed well before it was dark outside. Over the past few months, bedtime has gotten a little later and it is getting darker earlier.

Last week we were coming home from my parents house and got out of the car around 8 pm. It was a beautiful clear night and Little Man looked up into the sky. "Mommy! Look at the stars and the moon! They are shining!"

His little head was tilted all the way back and his smiling face was lit up by the moon light. I could have stayed out there with him for hours. Those moments are priceless. This was really the first time he noticed the real stars and moon outside. It was truly heartwarming.

So for the past week or so we have been looking at the moon and stars quite often before bed. He LOVES it! Tonight we were getting out of the car and he looked up. "Mommy, what's that?" I looked up and laughed. It was cloudy outside. I said, "They are clouds, sweetie! It is cloudy out so we can't see the stars tonight". Little Man was very confused. "The clouds are dirty, Mommy?" "No, it's just night time so they look darker than they do in the day". "Is there paint on the clouds, Mommy?"

I love to be a part of this stuff. I am so lucky to be a mom. Today was the biggest nightmare of a day but something super sweet usually happens before the end of the day and it makes it all totally worth it.

Yes, he did embarrass me about 6 times in public today, he cried for well over an hour in the car, he had about 5 solid tantrums, he gave me absolute hell at nap time and he basically wouldn't let D talk to him all day. And yes, D and I both had tightness in our chests at the end of the day and were pretty sure we were both having heart attacks. But, it's the little dirtly cloud moments that make us smile and remind us how lucky we are to be a part of these new little lives.

Okay, I am exhausted. GOOD NIGHT!!!!

Another Guilty Heart

A couple of days ago I came across a post called "Guilty Heart" from Beth at Through the Eyes of the Mrs. Since it really spoke to me, I thought I'd share it....

So my kids are pretty much amazing.I've always known this but am not always there.Sitting in the same room doesn't count.Actually playing does.At bedtime after I read & sing my heart is heavy.I ask myself if I gave it my all today?Could I have loved them more today?Did I miss out on something today?The answer is clear & simple. I need to be more present. I need to watch & listen more.I need to play & hold on longer.Life has taken a hold of me.I'm busier then ever & it shows. I'm sad & I miss these small moments.These moments that I may see & hear.I'm not really there.I'm thinking about a to do list & tomorrow.I need to think about today.I need to hold on to these moments.These moments that pass so fast.  

I know exactly how she feels! I am constantly feeling guilty that I am not giving enough.  It had been on my mind since I read it and it helped me make a change yesterday.  Let me share.

The boys were in the breezeway playing very quietly while I was in the kitchen emptying the dishwasher and straightening up a bit.  Nobody was calling for me, screaming, crying or hanging on my leg.

Yesterday's "Guilty Heart" post came to mind.  I stopped what I was doing, walked into the breezeway,  sat down with a fun toy and called the boys over to play with Mommy.   They couldn't get to me fast enough. It was so cute. I was feeling great about it.

We were having a blast drawing pictures of houses, flowers, balloons and dogs on the very cool water works drawing board .  I actually play with that thing by myself sometimes.  It's really fun.

Less than 60 seconds into it, all hell broke loose. They didn't give a shit about what I was drawing. They both wanted that darn pen.  I was a little annoyed too cause I was actually enjoying myself sitting on Little Man's comfy Pottery Barn chair and coloring.  Little Man was pushing Baby, Baby was screaming and I was trying to rationalize with them which I really have to stop trying to do.  I am pretty sure it just pisses them off more.  What have I done?!  I just interrupted two happy quiet kids and created monsters.

Little Man ended up in time out so did the did the water works board. Boooooo. Baby is too much of a baby to get time outs.  But trust me, they will be introduced in the very near future.  Both kids were mad at themselves, each other, me and and the world at this point. FULL BLOWN tantrums.  The 'play with your kids more' plan backfired big time.

Lesson learned.  I will wait for those moments when one or both boys are begging for my attention.  No need to disrupt perfectly happy babies.

In all seriousness, I do feel like I could give my boys more attention and I am always feeling guilty about something whether it's the kids, the house, my husband, my family, work or anything else. I have to make every second count.  These are precious moments and they do pass too quickly.  I have to remind myself of this ALL THE TIME!

This does have a successful ending.  While I was writing this post in bed last night, D walked in with Baby who had just woken up very unhappy and wanted Mommy.  I was about to tell D to just take care of him because I was clearly in the middle of something.  I stopped mid sentence.  This was a precious moment.  This is what matters.  NOTHING should be more important than my little Baby who wants his Mommy.  We fell asleep together and it was so worth it.

Thanks for sharing, Beth!

I Love You, Fall!

I have probably mentioned 109 times on this blog alone that I love the fall. I really really love it. As you can see, I have added my Fall To-Do List on the sidebar. Yes, I am a total nerd. I might add that I am amazed at myself for being able to add check marks and change the color of font using html code. I know, I know, I am a computer genius. Whatever.

About a week ago, I wrote a post about my recent house projects with pictures, captions, diy instructions, the whole nine. It's gone. I have no idea where the hell it went. So, I will have to recreate that one at some other time. In the mean time, I thought I would add a photo of one of my "Fall-y" projects to my I-Love-Fall post.

For those of you who read my now missing "Recent Projects" post (maybe 2 of you), I am sorry for repeating myself here. We recently went to Stew Leonard's and bought 4 pumpkins, 3 pretty mums, 2 cornstalks, 1 bail of hay and a partridge in a pear tree (I know, wrong season but it sounded good!) all for under $60! Oh Stewy, I love you. A pumpkin stand down the street from our house is selling pumpkins for $45 each! Who in their right mind would do that? Sorry if I am offending anyone here.

So, I decorated my front steps with all of this amazingly pretty fall stuff and I peek at it every 5 minutes. I know it's a litte weird but this kind of stuff makes me feel good. Moving on.

I also needed a wreath for the front door. I went to Michael's Arts and Craft store and picked up one of those plain stick looking wreaths and some foliage garland. I wrapped the garland around the wreath and secured it with some garbage bag twisties and that was that.

I also hung a "J" in the center of it with some fishing line. The "J" itself is actually pretty cool because D and I did some painting, crackling and antiquing to it and close up it looks very authentic. When we are done with the wreath, I am going to display it in the house.

Anyway, here is the finished product. I think I am going to sit on the front steps with a cup of hot cider and stuff my face with a cider donut from Plasko Farms. That way I can be in my fall heaven and check off 2 of my fall festive to-do items.

Happy Fall, Fall Lovers!

Thursday...a Little Late

I haven't been able to sit down at the computer for a few days but wanted to share some pics of Baby on the boardwalk on Thursday morning.

On a quick side note, Little Man was at his Thursday morning class which turned out to be the best day so far for him! I hope one day I can leave without him screaming for me...that is the ultimate goal. One step at a time.

Anyway, Baby enjoyed a nice, cool, sunny morning at the beach...

Trapped

Oh boy, do I have my hands full with Baby! He gets into anything and everything and the kid is fearless. He would climb to the top of the house if someone would let him.

I am pretty sure D and/or I save his life on a daily basis.

True story:  My girlfriend was telling me about how she got home from dinner a few nights ago and her little dog was missing. She looked all over the house for him and even drove around the neighborhood. It had been down pouring for hours with lots of thunder and lightning. To make a long story short, the dog was okay. He ended up being stuck in a small cabinet that he hid inside of during the storm. Here is the funny part...

We turn around to see this:

It was as if he were demonstrating what the dog did.  This is a tiny toy grill that he somehow managed to get his not-so-tiny self into.  And this picture is not doing it justice because he actually got his feet and legs in there too.  But by that point I was in panic mode and not interested in taking pictures.

I literally couldn't get him out and was on the verge of tears.  I am pretty sure my girlfriend was doing everything she could to not burst out laughing. 

I finally laid the whole grill on its back and pulled him out that way.  It wasn't easy.

So, needless to say, there is never a dull moment with this one.  He keeps me on my toes!

Apple Picking

It was a beautiful fall day today and I thought it would be nice to go apple picking with the boys. Fall is my favorite time of year and today was one of the first days that really felt like fall to me. It was sunny, around 60 degrees and the smell was in the air!

Ahhhh....I couldn't wait to get myself and the boys dressed in some long pants and sweatshirts, go to Silverman's, take a hayride up to the apples, walk around, and take amazing fall pictures.

As I have mentioned in previous posts, I always question whether doing anything outside my house with both boys is really a smart idea. Today, my answer was yes.

We got to the farm, met our friends and decided to start with the pumpkins. They have a beautiful display of hay and pumpkins and and even a pretty fountain in the pond. Oh ya, and a digger digging less than 100 ft away.

Little Man practically jumps out of the car every time we see a digger on the road, there is no way I am keeping him away from this!

To my amazement, he actually listened to me. He just looked! What a good boy.

I didn't have such luck with Baby. He didn't slow down as I recommended several times and he ended up going chin first into a pumpkin stem. Ouch! It was just a little scrape that a kiss from Mom took care of.

Next, the hayride up to the apples! Yay.

Guess not. We were told that they don't run the hayrides on the weekdays so we settled for a golf cart. The boys were still psyched. We all packed in and the guy said "Did you buy bags?" Ooops! Forgot that part.

The boys and I stayed in the cart while J & "Dyn" went to the shop and bought the bags.

$16 a bag?! A very very small bag? We better get some good mother f'in apples.

The golf cart takes off. Weeeee. Baby is on my lap and I basically have Little Man in a full body lock (I think that is some type of wrestling move??) next to me. I have to say, I felt a little like Britany Spears riding in that thing with my kids on my lap. Is that even legal?

The cart didn't tip and we all got up to the apple farm unharmed. Of course Little Man and Baby take off in opposite directions. Little Man was actually listening to J so I was concentrating on Baby and making sure he didn't break his neck.

And then the bees showed up. They were EVERYWHERE and had a particular liking for me and the boys. They were literally walking on our clothes. To say I was freaking out would be an understatement. I was horrified.
Miracuoulsy no one got stung! They should really posts signs at every post warning of the gazillion bees you will most definitely encounter.

We finally found a few rows that were bee free and we were able to experience the joys of apple picking. We had a great time. We filled up our $16 bag with beautiful apples.

On our way back down in the golf cart I didn't know whether to hang on to my kids for dear life or to the $16 dollar bag of apples. I know I sound like a cheap ass but I just can't get over it. AND we didn't even get the hay ride. As my grandma put it, "that is highway robbery!".

I didn't lose one kid or one apple.

I was pooped! Do I really have to deal with the bee that just flew into the car? Really?

I would like to think that the boys had an amazing time apple picking with Mom but I am pretty sure that they are now just terrified of bees.

The whole way home Little Man was yelling "BEES!" "AAHHHH!" "BEES, MOM!" And of course I had mini heart attack each time wondering if there was a bee in the car or if he was just reliving the traumatic experience.

I guess I will have to start reading the Bee Book every night so that he doesn't look like his psychopath mother every time he sees a bee in the future.

Phew!

I just got an email from a friend and fellow blogger, Mama Bug, who told me that my blog will not allow her to follow my site.  She tried from multiple computers and it wasn't letting her join.

Well, HALLE F'ING LUYA!  That is all I have to say.  I was wondering why the hell no one was following me.  Was my blog that awful?!  I started to try to make myself feel better by telling myself that I didn't do it to get followers, I did it as more of a journal.  At least I am getting all of this stuff down. Why should other people care about my family life? 

NO!  I DO want followers, damn it!  WTF.  I mean I told family and friends about it who said they were going to follow and day after day....ZIP, ZERO, ZILCH!

Thanks, Mama Bug!  I have just updated my settings so hopefully I start getting some followers.  My goal at the moment is 20.  That is a far cry from the current 2 I have.  Oh and by the way, that 2 consists of myself and my husband.

Come on, people!  Show me the love!

They Brighten My Day

When I am not feeling loved or appreciated, all I have to do is go to these guys and I get all the love in the world! Its unconditional. They don't judge. They just love me to death.