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October 10, 2010
Today's photo comes courtesy of Pearl. I was feeding Cole at the time.
Moments prior to Cole deciding he wanted lunch, Jeff pruned the tip of his finger getting the last of our grapes off the vine for the final round of grape juice. Blood was dripping everywhere. Pearl immediately headed for the recently purchased Toy Story band aids, with an exuberant smile on her face as she realized it might give her a chance to sneak one too. It didn't work out in her favor.
Poor Jeff. But he still slaved away washing, juicing, and sealing another 14 quarts of grape juice. And with this injury, we are calling the canning season DONE!
October 9, 2010
Today was a soup-kind-of-day. Fall is in the air and a delicious bowl of chicken noodle soup sounded perfect for dinner. Plus, our Bountiful Basket just happened to have all the necessary ingredients in it... well, minus the chicken.
Pearl loves to make soup. Really. The kid would choose to make a big pot of soup over a batch of cookies. I know, she's totally weird. She loves to put the vegetables in all of her toy kitchen bowls, stir them up, and then dump them into the pot. She jabbers about all kinds of "chef" nonsense and tells me EXACTLY how to make the soup. It's fun even if I get stressed letting her help me. And so far we haven't had any major incidents with lost finger tips or burned hands. It pert near killed her though to wait for the chicken to cook and then to wait again for the veggies to cook. But the wait was worth it... the soup was delicious!
October 8, 2010
This week has been horrible. I've been on the verge of a nervous breakdown, panic attack, or major depression, I can't decide. I'd lost all patience with everything and everyone. And I wasn't looking forward to another evening of fighting.
Jeff must have felt the same way and decided that instead of staying cooped up in the house where a meltdown was bound to happen tonight, he'd take us over to the carnival at the elementary school. I wasn't sure I wanted to go but I'm glad I did. It was nice to get out, even if we had to bundle up Cole to keep warm. I could have done without the 3,000 families crammed onto the school's playground area but hey, maybe everyone else was needing a break too. Pearl had a great time getting her face painted and spending her tickets on the games and balloon animals. She played ring toss, shot a Nerf gun at owls, did Plinko, and downed a bag of popcorn. I was very impressed by the PTA because all the prizes were non-food items. Seriously, wow.
But the best part was the cake walk. It brought back memories of going to the Hillcrest Elementary Halloween Carnival that my grandma helped run. They had the most awesome cake walk and after years of going, I never won a single cake! Seriously they must have had at least 10 dozen homemade cakes at the it but year after year I could never win. So I was hoping we'd have better luck this year. With only a few tickets left, Jeff decided to we would all play to win. And win we did! Pearl and I both won! It was SWEET! Pearl picked out some pink cookies and I let Jeff pick out a pie for my winnings.
The carnival was really fun. We didn't fight the entire time, Pearl and Cole were on their best behavior, and we all laughed as we "raced" home. Today wasn't so bad after all.
October 7, 2010
I got my flu shot today. I don't care what supposed religious wacko nonsense beliefs Utahns have about getting vaccinations, after laying in bed for a week last spring with what was probably H1N1, I'm not taking any chances.
Now I just need muster up enough stamina to drag Pearl to get hers. It won't be pretty since she is absolutely terrified of the doctor's office... well, just the nurse.
I might just take my chances with the flu rather than deal with THAT fun.
October 6, 2010
I'm doing a blog giveaway.
The winner receives this three-year-old who will be the death of me before I'm 30. She doesn't listen or obey, she screams and cries a lot, she yells at you, she won't do as she's told, and she's as defiant as they come. Seriously, I have no clue what's come over her. The entire week has been one gigantic disaster. I've learned that one can scream until you are blue in the face and about to pass out. I've learned that no matter what consequence you give, the screaming, crying, whining, and hystericallness doesn't stop. I've learned you can have a child that is just plain rotten sometimes. I've learned that you can be completely embarrassed dragging your screaming, kicking, arm flailing toddler under your arms while trying not to drop her on her head (or her brother in your other arms for that matter) to the car and feel like you've totally lost control. I'm sure it was quite the scene for my coworkers to watch. Oh, and I now know the newborn hearing test results were wrong because there has been absolutely no listening going on this week.
Pearl has been a monster. I love that kid but I've had it.
October 5, 2010
I'm not sure why I always say "Cole" on this thing... most of the time the kid gets called "LaVernius" by Jeff or "Fernius" for short by Pearl. My sister calls him "Cole-bear" and my grandparents "the man child." I'm pretty sure I'm the only person who calls him Cole. Ok, so I'll admit it's slipped a couple of times and the poor kid has been called "Pearl." Sheesh, I'm lame.
But no matter what he's called, he has got to be the most adorable thing I've ever seen! I am in total awe that this handsome, little boy is all mine! He is such a good little boy. It was really rough for awhile but he is oh, so good! We drag him all over the place and he enjoys every minute of it. Cole is getting so big too. He's wearing size 6 months clothing. He rolls all over the place, from one side of the room to the other. He can scoot across the room and his crib. Cole grabs at everything from his toys to my earrings and hair. He loves to give me smooches and at times it feels like a slobbery make-out session with that kid. He grabs my mouth and squeals with delight. He giggles. He laughs and squeals at us. He bites and chews on everything. He goes "oh oh oh." grunts, toots a lot, and loves bath time. His latest trick is trying to sit up... in the tub, on the couch, anywhere. He grabs your fingers to stand himself up then proceeds to buckle his knees to bounce up and down. He blows raspberries at you and loves to have you blow raspberries on his belly and the inside of his chubby legs. He's so cute, I might forgive him for waking up at 3 a.m. for the past two weeks.... might.
He is all boy! And he's all mine!
October 4, 2010
I am terribly embarrassed posting this picture and hoping my boss doesn't stumble upon it because I just might get fired. Something about the media coordinator for the injury program just doesn't seem to fit quite right with this picture.
I got pulled over today for speeding. The first time ever in my entire life.
And I got a ticket.
I should have known better. The cops always hide in the same place, behind the church. I knew I was busted before the lights even came on and I saw the copper flip a U-turn. It was humiliating to say the least. Not to mention loads of fun trying to explain to Pearl what was happening and praying she stopped screaming. Oh and for Cole to stop fussing because he was in need of a serious diaper change. Apparently the yelling back and forth with Pearl was more of a distraction than I realized because he clocked me going 12 over the speed limit. Luckily it wasn't in a construction or school zone. When he asked me how fast I was going I told him what I thought was the honest truth, which would have put me about 7 over the speed limit. I think he felt sorry for me with two crying kids in the back seat and a clean record up until now.
But he still handed me over a citation... why do they call them that? To make you feel better?! Being a rookie at breaking the law he had to explain to me who to call and how to pay. I tried to not cry. I could feel it was going to be the start of a horrible, no-good, very bad week.
Then Pearl's persistent "Mommy is in trouble... the fire-policeman got mad at you... you were going too fast..." began. And it didn't stop when we got home. I fessed up to Jeff that we would now be owing the county $90 and he wouldn't let up with the "mommy needs a timeout because she was bad" routine either.
It really sucked. I felt horrible. And I'm NEVER going to speed again!
October 10, 2010
