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June 12, 2010
Sometimes you make the wrong decision. Like staying cooped up all weekend because it's raining, windy, and freezing cold instead of going down south where it's warm. Although had I made that decision I'm sure I'd be writing about driving for hours with two screaming kids and having a total meltdown myself. We thought the annual car show at the park would be canceled, our only idea for getting out of the house at some point during the weekend, but it went on rain and all. Jeff and Cole enjoyed a manly activity together walking around peering into the engines of all these classic cars and trucks. Pearl and I tried our best to get the whole car thing (I do take pictures of the truck/car Jeff always finds that he would love to drive home and any Ford close to my dad's 1940 pickup) but we ended up taking Jeff's money and spending it at the bouncy slide. Pearl had a great time playing on the slide and a really nice Dad who was there with his boy told all the other kids to let her go first, every single time. After butting in line for several rounds, we decided to call it quits and head home.
June 11, 2010
Pearl came in as I was nursing Cole and told me, "Mom, I have a surprise for you." Thinking the worst had happened, like sprinkles strewn all over the floor (she had been begging me to make cupcakes with her all morning) or that she had broken something, I cautiously asked her what the surprise was. "I made your bed!" was her eager reply. I was pleasantly surprised indeed and for a three-year-old I think she did a pretty good job.
June 10, 2010
After years of trying to grow pots like you see in Better Homes & Garden magazines, I decided to just stick with something that I can't kill... petunias. As long as I remember to water them once in awhile, they seem to thrive. So I was looking forward to a quiet afternoon to get the rest of my pots planted in the back. After dragging the bag of potting soil out of the back of the truck, getting Cole situated on a blanket, and finding the shovel, I only got one pot filled with soil. Cole decided he was hungry or tired, neither one of us were sure. The dark clouds rolled in, rain started to sprinkle on us, and the wind kicked up. I frantically drug the potting soil under a table so it didn't wash away in the upcoming storm and left the petunias to fend for themselves on the patio. Maybe tomorrow I'll finally get my flowers planted.
June 9, 2010
We went on a picnic today and it was a good thing I picked the lame park first. I wanted to be adventurous and see something new other than the three parks we always go to. So I unloaded two kids, a car seat, diaper bag, camera bag, blanket, and lunch box and pretty much took over the only two benches there. Not less than two minutes after I started to nurse Cole who had been screaming at us since we had left the library, Pearl came running over yelling she had to go potty and go NOW! Of course! Thank heavens I picked the park I did because had we gone to the one at the school across the street that Pearl wanted to go to, we wouldn't have had the luxury of a public restroom. With no other souls in sight, I hoisted Cole up and over to the bathroom. The poor kid must have thought his milk supply was going to be taken away because he grabbed a hold of my shirt with his little hands and started sucking for dear life. I'm sure the surveillance camera caught a nice glimpse of my left boob at some point during this whole fiasco.
We made it into the bathroom (I was praying as I put my hand on the door handle that it wasn't locked) only to have Pearl dancing around not able to undo her pants or hop up on the toilet. Oh, and her covering her nose and doing her whole cough, this stinks routine. She has a serious phobia of public restrooms. In fact nine times out of ten, if she has to use a public restroom, she'll hold it until we get home. Since Cole wasn't going to let go of me for anything, I squatted down, yanked Pearl's pants off, grabbed her arm, and told her to jump. We barely made it. It was a good thing the park was totally lame because out we came, boobs and all, with thank heavens, no one in sight - which also made me grateful that I didn't have to debate about whether to leave all of our stuff out in plain sight to get stolen by some punk kids or try to drag it all into the bathroom before Pearl had an accident. I'm guessing only a mom would understand the frustration, eye-rolling, and then laughter than ensued once we finished our lunch, Cole included, packed up and drove to the "cool" park that Pearl wanted to go to all along.
June 8, 2010
After yesterday's fiasco, today was MUCH better. Pearl went to school so she was much happier to be around me when she got home. And it gave me a chance to sit around and do nothing all day. Well, I fed, burped, changed, and played with Cole but seeing as how Cole slept almost the entire day, I literally did nothing. It was glorious! I actually thought I was bored at one point. Jeff even commented that he wanted a summer vacation like me. Uh, yeah three month vacation I think not! But I'll certainly take a lazy day when it comes along!
June 7, 2010
Today was a bad day. A really bad day. So bad that if I wasn't the "boss" I'd have fired myself from all mommy-related duties. Everyone cried... ALL day. I yelled, Pearl yelled. I cried, Pearl cried, and Cole cried. I couldn't figure out what Cole wanted. I knew what Pearl wanted but was always trying to feed, burp, soothe or put Cole to sleep when she decided she was hungry, bored, wanted to go outside, or tired of me ignoring her. I was an emotional, postpartum wreck. We attempted to break free and go outside twice, only to come in less than five minutes after dragging all of us, blankets, and the bouncy seat outside because of back talking and whining. At one point in the day, as I was nursing Cole and bawling uncontrollably, Pearl came in and asked me if I had a headache. To make things simple - not sure how to tell a three-year-old it's just one of those days - I said yes to her questioning. She then told me she was going to "kiss it better" and kissed my forehead. It was really sweet of her and for a few minutes I wasn't sure if I was crying out of frustration or humility that my daughter still loved me despite how the day was going.
Oh, and if you're wondering about the band aid on my finger, I cut it opening a can of olives for dinner. And that was AFTER I realized I hadn't turned on the stupid rice cooker. Urgh. Here's hoping tomorrow goes smoother.
June 6, 2010
When Pearl was a baby Jeff would come home from work, grab a blanket, and take her out for an afternoon nap under the trees. Napping with his babies is one of his most favorite things - one because it means they aren't squawking at him and two because if there's anything Jeff loves it's a good nap. This was Cole and Jeff's first official nap in the shade together on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I'm sure there will be plenty more to come, especially because Cole is a spittin' image of his old man.
June 12, 2010
