tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9175975921242122432024-03-18T21:02:26.698-07:00My Cup Runneth OverThou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. (Psalm 23:5)
~I am infinitely more blessed than I deserve~
I have been given so much of all the truly important things in life. My cup runneth over with love, joy, and happinessShanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-3161298381280124842017-01-18T07:59:00.000-08:002017-01-18T07:59:22.822-08:00Boy Momisms<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">As a Mom of two boys, I catch myself saying so many things that I would have never dreamed I would be saying on a day to day basis. Some examples:</span></div>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Please aim your toots somewhere else</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">No, we don't toot on other people</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Why would you pee on the wall? </span><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">What do you mean "it slipped?"</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Please don't pee on anything</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Why can't you just use the bathroom inside and not go out in the yard to pee? That's what toilets are made for</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Yes you can ride your power wheels but please, please don't run over anyone...again</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">No sir, we do not run over guests with a four wheeler</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I'm sorry you drove into the garage wall, you shouldn't be driving your four wheeler so crazy</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">While watching a stick fight...just don't hit each other in the face or head, mmmkay?</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">After attempting to break up yet another fight...Y'all, don't come crying to me when one of you gets hurt. It's all fun and games until you make each other mad. And you know not to hit in the stomach or below the belt. (One punched the other in the stomach and make him pukeđ)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">How in the world did all that toothpaste just "explode" all over the wall?</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Please don't toot at your brother at the dinner table</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Please use your fork when you eat mashed potatoes </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">No sword fighting (no actual swords are involved here...if you know what I mean)</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Let's not jump from the top bunk to the bottom again...remember the last time you jumped into the ceiling fan. </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Yes, you have to wear pants to school</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Yes, you have to wear shoes to school</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">No, I don't even care if you don't wear shoes or a shirt to grandmas house</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Do not lick the freezer doors...even if your brother did dare you to (while at Wal Mart)</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Yes, I realize your brother actually hit you with a real light saber and it actually hurt and you were only shooting imaginary bullets at him, but that's kind of how imaginary stuff works, ya know??</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">You know, I don't know if Ninjas are exceptionally good at dodgeball but I would think so</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">While hearing all 3 guys discussing Star Wars details and then asking me something about it..."I honestly have no idea what y'all are even saying right now"</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Please don't use your pencil as a nose picker...at least get a tissue</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I know, it's not fair that girls get to sit down and rest while tee-teeing</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Yeah, it would be cool if you were named Luke and your Daddy could say "Luke, I am your father" all the time. </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Yes the movie title Fight Club does sound a lot like our house</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I am sorry your name is lame. I apologize for not naming you Luke...again</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Because my cup runneth over</span><br />
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Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-42353048522467078762016-08-25T07:42:00.002-07:002016-08-25T07:42:42.369-07:00It's tough being a Mob Mom<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Retaliation. Not a small word. Packs a lot of meaning. Just ask anyone from the Sons of Anarchy. Well my 5 year old is all about some retaliation. He uses this word in celebration. In explanation. In defense of his actions. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The boys are wrestling in the kitchen and doing what they do best, which inevitably ends up in a real fight. Sure enough, Lawson kneed G in the stomach. G hits the floor, mad and upset. I get onto Lawson for being too rough. I send him to his room to think about his actions. He comes back out and apologizes and they hug it out. We all move on...or so I thought. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Several hours later, a limping Lawson comes into my room holding himself, with G right on his heels. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">G announces, rather triumphantly: "I got my retaliation!! He kneed me in the stomach earlier so I kicked him in the weenis. (Yes, that's their word for it. I guess it's a combination of several đ) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We're even, I got retaliation."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lawson, still holding himself: "He did! He kicked me right in the weenis! We aren't supposed to hit there! Daddy says that's below the belt." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am slightly taken aback for a minute. Like really G? Retaliation? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He has always, always had to get even with his brother. Even when he was still toddling around he would bide his time and wait until the perfect moment and then go smack Lawson over the head with some toy or bite him. It was always when Lawson had let his guard down and was unsuspecting. Is this a personality thing?! I never taught him that! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So I find myself stuttering something along the lines of "we don't get retaliation by kicking in the weenis! We also don't knee in the stomach. Both can really hurt someone! And we don't have to get even! But now y'all are, so please just quit and play nice."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And then I call my sister and tell her the story and we laugh about the fact that the words "we don't get retaliation by kicking in the weenis" were said by me. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Who is my child? The mob? What's next on the retaliation list, trying to break someone's knee caps?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Boy, does my cup runneth over!</span><br />
<span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Shana</span>Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-84203607442045708562015-08-11T21:41:00.002-07:002015-08-11T21:55:21.179-07:00My 2nd Turn at Being Kim KardashianAs most of you know from The Facebook, I dressed up as Kim K for Halloween last year. I'm a sucker for a costume and I adore makeup so trying to stuff a pillow up my sausage-casing-like dress , rolled socks into my bra (ashamed to admit the number of socks used there...) and highlighting and contouring my face just like the YouTube video said Kim does, was beyond fun. As for my Kanye, well I just had a mask printed for him as that was a tad harder.<br />
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So that was my first time looking like Kim. I am very afraid that the second will come tomorrow, after I drop my babied boy off for his first day of 4K at "the big school where Bubba goes". You see , I am very afraid I am going to cry (hopefully after leaving and not in front of parents, children, teachers, Etc) and not just any cry but that hard, sobbing, contorted face, snotty nose cry. You know, The Ugly Cry. The one that Kim is famous for (that and her ability to use her butt to serve Thanksgiving dinner off of). There are memes everywhere making fun of it. It's epic. Please, please just let me turn into Kim K for the second time while I'm alone.<br />
While perusing Facebook tonight, I came across an article that threatened to turn me into her tonight... It was one of those articles written by a Mother that causes other Mothers to think of their own little ones and their hearts to ache at how quickly they grow up and become independent. I simultaneously love and hate those. This particular article was the Mother talking to her child's most cherished childhood toy, or lovie, the blanket or animal they are most attached to. It was a bunny and the little boy would be leaving him behind to go to Kindergarten. While G doesn't have an animal he's attached to he is very, very attached to his "blank-blank". Blank-Blank is a ratty, torn baby blanket that was given to us by Miss Sue Gaines for a baby shower gift. It (was) the softest, sweetest blue and white knit blanket with his name appliquéd on it. Since he was tiny he has loved to chew on the corners and roll up into a ball under it. To this day, he does not use a cover at night , only his blank blank and he chews the corner until he falls asleep. He has even worked finger holes into two edges so it looks like a mixture of mittens and blanket. He sticks his hands in and rolls up in it. It travels where he does. It has been drug around, thrown up on, spilled on and chewed on to the point that it is brown and ratty on the edges and has a distinct odor even though he gets a bath as often as I can sneak him in. (Yes, he's a he and we refer to it accordingly). In fact, Chuck has (not so) affectionately renamed him "Stank Blank". He gives Grandma the Heebee Geebees. Our Aunt, who's a Pediatrician, voices much concern over the bacteria and germ situation going on there. I might be the only person willing to actually cover up with (Stank) Blank-Blank when G offers him to me. When I say I'm cold, he covers me up with him. It's unsanitary and stinky and yet I love it. I have a deep love for Blank-Blank just like G does. As long as he's around , my baby still has a little bit of baby left in him. So it is slightly heartbreaking to me that tomorrow morning Blank-Blank will stay behind, with me. He can't go to Pre-K with G...and neither can I. It's a milestone and I'm not sure that Blank Blank or I are ready. G seems fine with the fact that Blank Blank can't go. His Bubba will be at the same school now. But what about me and Blank Blank? Will we be fine? Or will I be the Kim Kardashian-ugly crying lady in her car sobbing into the worlds most loved, grimiest, cherished, stinkiest scrap of blanket? I guess time will tell...<br />
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My Cup Runneth Over,<br />
ShanaShanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-24598215901851046142014-12-16T20:55:00.000-08:002014-12-16T21:13:43.150-08:00Pinterest... But not this year<div style="font-size: 12px;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I didn't make a single treat for either of the boys parties, I bought them already made. Gasp!! I know right? You see, I started out with one child and making Pinterest project treats. Reindeer cupcakes, bat brownies, bunny cookies, chocolate dipped sprinkle covered marshmallows on a stick, etc...and this child one child had a special appliquéd shirt with his very own name on it, matching pants and socks for each holiday. I even got stressed about these outfits with their matching holiday socks. That's so laughable now. I was totally on top of things (in my mind anyway) I would stay up all night the night before to get everything achieved.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Then I had 2...I still managed some matching appliquéd outfits for them both, minus the holiday socks, and a Pinterest treat here and there. I stayed up if I had to to get these accomplished . Not for every party, mind you, but some. Then these 2 boys got older, busier, more involved in activities and school. I guess I got older too ;) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I don't take a snack for every party, but I still try not to miss attending a single one though. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">This year we are remodeling, tearing down part of the house and rebuilding and expanding just a little. Of course it's at Christmastime, making the usual chaos and mess more chaotic and messy. I am teaching an occasional art class. I am VP on PTA. I am also attempting to be "a runner" and train for a 10k. My house is in shambles. I have (not so) affectionately renamed the address "Mayo Street Mayhem" (if you know my address, you totally get it). It's very fitting for both inside and out. Always chaos. The boys' matching Holiday outfits went like this: I ordered them with just enough time to spare but neglected to try them on, or even open them for that matter, until the day of Santa pics. When L sat on Santa ' slap, it looked like the days of Noah were coming those pants were so high watered. A little late in the game to worry about it then. Our elves are still MIA. The Christmas tree is always leaning because the boys jump and run around it so much. It's still not fully decorated, but I manage to add an ornament or 2 each day. Maybe by New Years Eve it will be complete. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">We just finally finished most of our Christmas shopping, the freaking week before. Chuck almost had a nervous breakdown fighting the crowds in Birmingham. He used a few choice words at The Summit. I drank a lot of coffee and some wine on this overnight get away. We had a lot of fun. We came home to a sick (again) 6 year old who will have to miss his Christmas party...sad!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">I had even forgot I had signed up for Law's Christmas party. Thank goodness another sweet Mother, obviously more clued in than myself (you know who you are ;) reminded me that I am one of the Christmas party Moms. I am also one of the Homeroom Moms. She also rallied the troops. Thanks, Other Mother :) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> I usually love doing parties! My brain is just zapped. I seem to have a constant choice of flooring, doors windows and paint color choices running through my mind. The time is just flying by. There's not enough hours in the day to do every single thing I want to do. I am working on the very important ones first and foremost. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">So, you see, I dropped the ball this year. I bought premade cupcakes and iced brownies for the boys parties tomorrow. I decided against staying up tonight after returning from B'Ham to make those really cute Rice Krispie treat wreaths. I gotta say though, as much as I hate not being "that Mom" (thanks to another friend who used the term so accurately ;) the Mom who brings the cute treats, who doesn't have a Corn Pop stuck in her dirty hair, a stained Christmas sweatshirt on with Uggs like a hobo mixed with teenage girl, I am enjoying the lack of stress tonight. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Maybe one day I will be "that mom"...the creative, always dressed and ready, on time (bahahaha! Big one), calm, patient, prepared, one. Hey, a Mom can hope right?! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Until then, I am exactly what my boys need...and I guess that's good enough :) </span></div>
Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-15043062663743432952014-11-05T20:07:00.001-08:002014-11-05T20:07:15.452-08:00Obviousness<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Obviousness...obviously, when your 3 year old whom you thought was asleep in his bed, walks into the living room with his hand held out and announces simply, "my hand smells like poopy" you question why. Obviously, you question him immediately with "Well why does it smell? Did you go poopy? Did you wash your hands?" When he replies "No my didn't go", you obviously wonder how that could happen. You also, obviously, don't even get the least bit concerned because you have been in this rodeo before. You obviously know that it's a possible bedtime-procrastination strategy and could have nothing to do with any real poopy situation. So your Husband, the one who decides it's time to investigate this a little further, does the obvious and.....smells the hand. You remain seated on the couch thinking about how your go-to move to confirm whether something is in fact poopy or not has become the smell test. Which is so obviously disturbing due to the fact that it's not even a question, a decision, a repulsion, it's simply an instinct. It's "the way ". We are, very obviously, parents!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My Cup Runneth Over</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">~Shana~</span>Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-2823482065139007992014-11-05T19:34:00.001-08:002014-11-05T19:51:53.862-08:00Something about Mary <span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">GW can strike fear into my heart faster than anyone can. I jokingly say he gives me at least 3 mini heart attacks a day. But for real, at least one. He does cause me much anxiety and if I didn't color my hair, I am positive I would be sporting grays. Thanks boys! How does he cause me to worry so, at the young age of 3, you might ask...well let me count the ways...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He climbs everything</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He jumps off everything</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He runs everywhere</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He jumps into pools with no floaties</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He has NO fear, ever</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He talks to strangers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He unbuckles his car seat</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He stands up in buggies</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He jumps out of buggies</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He tips buggies over</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He licks things in public places</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He eats things off of the floor....in public places</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He touches every.single.thing in a public restroom</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He hides from me in racks in stores</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He hides from me in closets at home</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He refuses to make a sound while he's hiding, causing me to panic</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He acts like he's choking and refuses to talk so I don't really know if he's choking or just not </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> answering, resulting in me frantically yelling "talk! Talk! Say something! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Can you breathe?!" Over</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> and over as people stare, until he says "hi!" And giggles</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He sticks things in the toilet</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He scoops water out of the toilet</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He sticks toilet paper down the sink</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He throws toilet paper wads at the walls</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He likes to "forget" to aim while peeing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He jumps off the top bunk onto the bottom bunk</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He uses anything and everything as a weapon</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He runs while holding sticks</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He falls while holding sticks</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He jumps while holding sticks</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He headbutts...me...in the hip or butt, randomly...or when he's mad</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He completely ignores me when I tell him things he should/shouldn't do</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He is extremely sneaky</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He is extremely stealth</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He is extremely good at acting innocent</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He refuses to stay by my side when I let him walk around in public</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He sneaks junk food</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He sneaks juices</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He sneaks candy</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He even sneaks bread</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">He is extremely strong willed & going head to head with him,some days, is like beating your </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So once again, at Target, like so many stories in the past, we had an incident.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is what it looks like when your 3 year old keeps climbing onto the side of the shopping </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">cart, after repeatedly being told not to because it would tip over, and you have a cup of Starbucks in the seat part. It tips, (warm, not hot) coffee dumps onto his head, he cries for a minute only because his shirt is wet, rips it off and refuses to put it back on. Meanwhile his hair is drying standing up like Something About a Mary from all the sticky,sugary Salted Caramel White Mocha goodness that's in it,and you realize the irony of your child being topless in the bra section.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And from over in his car seat G says , "who meee?" </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My Cup Runneth Over....and over....and over</span></span><br />
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<br />Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-85887587609472226962014-09-18T10:15:00.002-07:002014-09-18T10:15:38.972-07:00School Daze<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So school has started and I have a little free time on my hands on Mondays and Wednesdays. GW is in 3 year old Pre-k from 8:00-3:00 on those days and Law is in 1st grade so he's in school all day. It feels a little weird after the summer and being so chill with our schedules. Lawson has homework, spelling words, and tests each week. He also gets mad that his Brother doesn't have homework. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now that school has been in full swing for about 5 weeks, I think we are finally getting in a good routine. Over the past month, I have realized just how much like me Lawson is. He is the pickiest eater, ridiculous even (yeah Mom, I am so getting payback for being so bratty about my food growing up:) He worries about doing things really well, perfectly even, and can be hard on himself if he isn't doing it perfectly, whether it's reading, writing, math, coloring, whatever. Like me, he also takes a while to get into to a routine when things have changed. For instance, going back to school after the summer break, when he stayed up a little later, slept a little later, got to play all day, take trips and have no real strict schedule to adhere to and then changing to bed at 8 every night, homework and studying each day after school, getting up early, etc. It was such a challenge to get him up, fight him to go to school, and then do homework that I thought I would lose it. Then I looked around the house, saw how messy it was, how dinner wasn't ready on time, how I was struggling with getting up and getting them both ready and out the door just as much has they were struggling with it, how hard I was trying to balance gym time, housework , errands, and me time and realized that I had to have patience with them, and they had to have patience with me too. See Lawson got his lack of scheduling and need for a good adjustment period from me. As an adult, I know I can't act out, throw fits, refuse to go to school, or whatever because I am struggling with getting myself into a routine of sorts, but L's only 6. I felt stressed and anxious and frazzled for a while, just as I am sure he did, until things started clicking into place and we slowly got adjusted to our new routines. I actually got my kitchen cleaned and dinner cooked this week, went to the gym each day, Paid bills, went grocery shopping, and am feeling somewhat accomplished. Maybe I can do this :) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So that kind of went further into detail than I had planned, but it's so funny to me how Lawson and I butt heads and argue and he can get to me like no one else can, and it's because how much alike we are. I have been told that by several people, my parents and Chuck included, but I really am starting to see it for myself. You see he's super picky with food, as am I, he has to have the last word, as do I (so says Chuck) which results in us arguing back and forth, and he worries about being good at things or doing things perfectly, which is a constant struggle of mine. I guess we may have a long road ahead, but I am going to try to always remember how much alike we are and to try to relate to how he's feeling since I can understand instead of letting it drive my crazy. Wish me luck :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;">Well it happened, I finally went off the deep end. Last night as I was getting the kids clothes, shoes, snacks, backpacks ready for the next day, I laid out 2 different shoes for Lawson. I will admit, I was so tired last night and I had a migraine. So that makes it understandable right?</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">You see, yesterday morning he got quite upset at me for not setting his flip flops "right next to the door like you always do!" Even though, truth be told, the shoe baskets where he and G keep all their shoes are right next to the door. Yeah, but I have to set them out for them..anyway, this morning his Grandma came to pick him up. About 10 minutes after they leave I get a text that says "Heading back. Lawson has on 2 different shoes." When they get here Grandma tells me "When I asked him how he got 2 different shoes he said it was his Momma's fault because she gets his shoes ready everyday." I guess I should make him get his own shoes from now on, maybe then they would match. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And for the record, when G hollers repeatedly, "I am not doing ANYTHING in here Momma." That's never a good sign. </span></span></div>
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<br />Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-47865188955853598592014-04-06T18:16:00.001-07:002014-04-06T19:00:51.673-07:00Questions I am shocked that I ask<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); font-size: 17px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When you hear your Husband walk into the bathroom where your 2 year old is, holler "Grrrrrrrrr! Why do you have poop on your hands? What is happening here?!", then your child replies "Cause there's no toilet paper." What is your reaction supposed to be? A. Run in and help B. Cry C. stay far away. I chose stay in the other room and pretend not to hear any of it.....</span></span><br />
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That isn't to say that blog-worthy things don't happen nearly everyday around here, because they do (At least in my opinion) but I just haven't sat down and wrote it all down in a while. Quite a while.<br />
However, my cup still runneth over and I am enjoying every second of it.<br />
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However, there were a few highlights...</div>
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My boys (and I) both forgot their jackets and it was like ice cold. But I did not realize this until we get out at the zoo an hour and a half away from home. We did have gloves though, for what that was worth. I had to put my fleece on Lawson and go into the zoo store and buy a "Montgomery Zoo" fleece for G in size 24 months. A souvenir, I suppose. And what did I tell my poor 5 year old? I said "I bet next time you will remember to grab your jacket when I tell you to." Yup, he's only 5 ;)<br />
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Then we have to wait in line for a good 30 minutes. Lindsey's group of girls were wonderful..my boys, well Lawson was jumping up and down and punching and doing karate and all the usual very excited little boy "stuff". Can't tell you know many times I said "calm down" as he was hitting a stranger with his karate chops. Garrison was a whole other ball of fire. He was hungry, tired and wanted to "ride the train", which he said approximately 102 times. He had about 5 meltdowns, one a screaming "I want hot chocolate" one, in the time we waited. Then of all things, about 30 or so people decide to skip us in line while we were waiting at the little snack bar they had set up, still in the line, for our hot chocolate. I nearly lost it. Person after person just bypassing us, I couldn't take it. So I start "loud talking", "we ARE in line! We are in line!!" One guy stops, looks at me, and shrugs. Seriously! So I snatch up G, tell Lindsey to wait in line and fast walk to get our place saved before 30 more get in front of us. I couldn't believe it!! What is wrong with people?! Oh and at this point G thinks I have abandoned the hot chocolate and starts wailing for it. There are stares. He is inconsolable. I just hold him and he throws a tantrum. The fact that Lindsey will be rejoining us in line with his hot chocolate is lost on him. </div>
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Finally, after someone in the snack bar had to go down to the river to get the hot water for the hot chocolate and then heat it in the slowest way possible and maybe even milk a cow for the whipped cream on top, she arrives with the hot chocolate. She cuts in front of some people to do it, people who don't know that she actually had already been in line and got bypassed by about 30 other people, and joins us. I almost dare anyone to say something. I would have set them straight real fast. Then the hot chocolate is too hot to drink right away. G cries again. Have I ever mentioned how little patience my boys have? Maybe it is just a toddler thing. Or maybe it is something they got from me...</div>
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I give up and tell him "Well go ahead, but it is going to burn your mouth" and give him a tiny sip. He does a full body shake and says "hot!" Um, yeah that's what I tried to tell you. But he's 2, so what do you do? </div>
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We finally make it onto the train and everyone's happy. It really was fun.</div>
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It's after the train ride that I realize why G has been walking so slow the whole night and kept losing a shoe...his shoes were on the wrong feet! No wonder. I just let him go as is. A little late in the game to worry about it now. </div>
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We end up staying at the zoo so long that we just have to get some drive thru dinner instead of the "special" dinner we had planned. Some want Wendy's and some want McD's, so we go to both. Whatever makes them happy, right? They all eat, or don't in Garrison's case, and all fall asleep on the way home. It was silent except Lindsey and I lacking. Much different from the ride up there. </div>
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But the best part of the story was taking both of my boys to the tiny little stalls in the freezing cold bathroom. Three of us couldn't fit into one so Lawson went in one and G and I in the other. The whole time I am hollering over to Lawson not to go out without me and stay close and make sure to wash his hands well and freaking out the he may decide to walk out with out me or someone may grab him while I am helping G tee-tee and taking my turn (darn hot chocolate!). While I am tee-teeing Garrison is playing with the toilet paper. (Keep in mind these stalls are tiny, like the kind you can barely be in while opening the door to get out type.) G is right next to me unrolling toilet paper and putting it onto the floor, or so I thought. Upon standing up I realize he had been putting it into the toilet behind my rear end. Ugh. Whatever, I quickly pull up my fleece lined leggings, as I am literally freezing my booty off, and put the long strip of toilet paper that is half in and half out of the toilet all the way in and flush. Usher him out, wash hands and rejoin Lindsey and the girls. It felt like forever later. It isn't until I get home late that night and go to put on my pjs that I realize where the rest of that strip of TP went. I start to pull of my fleece leggings and out comes a long strip of toilet paper. NO LIE! I had pulled it up with my leggings!!! I remember wondering about that strip of TP and how it was the way it was but being seriously cold and concerned about my 5 year old outside of the tiny stall, who I am hollering "are you ok? Don't you go close to that door! Don't touch things!" at all the while, I was less than concerned about figuring it out. Well now I know. </div>
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I immediately started laughing. Like the border-line insane laugh. Chuck, who was in bed reading, just looked at me. I hold up the TP. He asks "what the heck is that?" </div>
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But I did, I tell him the whole story. He just shakes his head and laughs. His usual response. </div>
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I can't believe I am telling this story....ok, ok I can as I am not one to keep a good story to myself, but I am quite embarrassed. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So people have always told me when you have kids your sense
of shame, shyness, modesty, whatever you want to call it goes out the window. I
have to say for me that was true to a certain extent. I am a somewhat reserved
person about many things and not so much about others. It just depends. I am
not shy at all. I am slightly modest about some things and more modest about
others. I can be embarrassed fairly easily depending on what it is pertaining
to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Having said all that, I must have
hit rock bottom since giving birth to two boys and I will tell you why. Last
week Lawson and I went to Subway. One of the 5 times we went. No joke, we eat
there a lot. It wasnât super busy so we were just going to sit down and eat but
I had to potty first. While they were making our sandwiches (um, yes Barbara
knows exactly what Lawson and I want on our sandwiches because it is always
exactly the same and consists of no sauces and his is just meat and cheese. Haha. Barb also keeps an eye on him for me:)
I let Lawson wait out by the drinks but told him I was going to leave the door
unlocked in case he needed me and I go on in. The only people in there
was a group of guys in line behind us but I was pretty sure they all saw me
going in. Hmmm. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am mid tee tee when
the door opens wide and a guy is standing there with big, wide eyes frozen. It
seemed like he was frozen like that for 5 minutes as I was just sitting there,
on the potty, like âum, heyâ. It took him forever to snap out of it, but he
finally did, said âUm, sorry, sorryâ and shut the door. I honestly just had to
laugh. I commenced with the flushing, hand washing and worked up the courage to
walk outside and he was standing there. He apologized again. I said âOh, thatâs
ok. I would have locked it but I didnât want to leave my little boy out here and
him need me and not be able to get in.â I think he said something like, âYeah,
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should have been. Pre-two kids Shana probably would have wanted to just leave
Subway without a sandwich to avoid seeing him but now, meh. No big deal. So
what, I mean I even had on a long shirt. I will say Chuck laughed hysterically
when I told him about it. Especially that all I said to the guy while he was standing
there with the door open was âum, heyâ and gave a little wave.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My children have helped make me who I am today. They have made me stronger and different from who I was before them. The mere act of having them has taught me that some things just don't really matter and we shouldn't let things get to us. Beauty is skin deep, our bodies are merely flesh, and no use crying over spilled milk (or a stranger seeing you pee).</span></div>
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Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-21048015483929017262013-03-27T20:45:00.000-07:002013-03-27T20:45:07.984-07:00Spring Break Day 3Spring Break Day 3: Road Trip<br />So today we took a mini road trip to pick up T-ball jerseys. As a result, Lawson, Garrison and I are probably now and forever banned from Village Jewelry and Sports. IF we aren't, we should be. There is probably a warning poster hanging in the employee break room (yes I know that there is one, through the door that reads Employees Only, Garrison went in it and I ran in after him) with a photo of me and my two darling hooligans. I imagine the poster reads something like this:<br />
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" The Tait Gang. <br />
Insert picture of adorable little family here :)<br />
If approached by this lady and two small boys, use extreme caution. They go from calm to typhoon in approximately 60 seconds flat. The youngest of the gang tries his best to break things. Do not allow him access to any breakables, under any circumstances, ever. <br />
The older of the boys should not be allowed access to brooms or broom handles. Do not question why, just do not take any chances with this one.<br />
If the Mother of the gang attempts to ask you for assistance, feign ignorance or even a lack of knowledge of the english language. If possible, run in the opposite direction. <br />
When in doubt, duck in cover"<br />
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This was my first trip to this store. They had a lot of cool stuff and the people were super friendly and helpful. Poor them! <br />
They sell tons of jewelry. I mean lots of glass jewelry display cases. G decided he was going to hit a glass jewelry case, hard I should add, with a hanger the cashier had just laid down. It all seemed like it was happening in slow motion...He hit it, the girl's mouth fell open, I said "Nnoooo" and as I am saying it and grabbing for the hanger he starts to run like the little criminal he is, hitting the display off and on the whole way down, me running after. I am sure it was quite the scene to behold. What was Lawson, the good example Big Bubba doing you ask? Laughing, a lot. Heck, I might have been to if I had not been responsible for it. <br />
<br />I have been jokingly keeping a score as my FB status for the past couple of days, Spring Break VS Me. So far for Monday and Tuesday it was Spring Break-2 Momma-0 <br />
Let's go ahead and say <br />
<strong>Spring Break-3 Momma-0</strong><br />
Hey, there is always tomorrow. I am pretty sure I am going to make a comeback. <br />
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typical day with two boys who are 4 and one and a half. Although it was a very âtypicalâ
day, something happened that is anything but typical. At least I hope it will
not occur again..ever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am going to
tell you this, but please do not judge us. Believe me, it shocked me, too.
However, it is definitely worth remembering and I am hoping by putting this out
there, someone will send me a message saying âDonât worry, you are not alone.
My so and so did this when they were little.â So, I am holding yâall to that. I
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am in the kitchen doing something, I have since forgotten what
with all of the trauma of today, and the boys are in Lawsonâs room. I hear
Lawson go into the bathroom with Garrison following. I didnât think anything of
it as it is a very regular thing. Garrison tends to follow his Big Brother
around a lot. Lawson hollers at me âMommm, Garrison just exploded tee-tee
everywhere.â My thoughts: âHmmm, what?!â <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I hollered back, âWhat do you mean?!â His
response, âHe pulled his pants down and tee-teed everywhere.â I stop what I am
doing and start thinking<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âOk,
Lawson<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>was just tee-teeing right?
Garrison has on pants and a onesie. How did he manage to do that?!â (No I didnât
immediately go in there, I needed time to process. Haha!) I finally make my way
in there and Lawson is still standing in front of the potty , Garrison is
standing in a puddle of tee tee just playing around like it is the funniest
thing. Then I notice the fact that his pants are still on and there is no way
he undid his onesie to pull his diaper and pants down to tee tee on the floor,
or âexplode it all overâ as Lawson described it. What the heck just happened?
That is about the time that it hit meâŠLawson has been really bad about doing
something and then blaming Baby Brother who canât exactly deny it yet. I know
he didnâtâŠ.but yeah, I think he did. He tee teed on his brother! When I asked
him, he denied it. That is when I called in the reinforcements, Daddy. I hollered
âChuck, we have a situation in here.â All the while, I am trying to get
Garrison out of the pee puddle and undressed to clean him up. Chuck came in and
Lawson tried to give him the same story, Garrison did it himself. Chuck told
him if he just told him the truth, he wouldnât get a spanking this time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So Lawson, after verifying that a spanking
was in fact not in his future, admitted that he did it. HE PEED ON HIS BROTHER.
Chuck said, âSon, why on Earth would you do that??!!â Oh Lord, talk about
frustrated. Neither Chuck or I had the words. Apparently he was trying to sword
fight with someone who was unarmed for battle. I have no idea which part is more
disturbing, the fact that Lawson did it and thought it was OK, knew to blame
his brother who canât deny it yet, or that Garrison thought it was funny.</span></div>
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Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-89903129138856131782012-11-07T13:43:00.002-08:002012-11-07T13:43:53.922-08:00Dating a much younger guyWhy yes, it is true...I am dating a much younger guy. In fact, he is one of the cutest guys I have ever seen, very intelligent, funny, outgoing, and he adores me. He lets me pick his outfits for him, he tells me that I am pretty, he opens doors for me, he loves to dance and he asks me very interesting questions that require me to think deeply. He is quite the intellectual, for his age anyway. Never mind the fact that he doesn't own his own car, in fact he can't even drive, that his bedtime is 8:30 or that I have to help him bathe. In spite of the occasional fit he is an all-around catch. (Hopefully this doesn't make me sound like a complete weirdo ) Our last date was this past Saturday and we went to see Disney On Ice. Why yes, I am referring to my 4 year old son as my date.We had not been on a Mommy-Son date in a while, but it something that I think is very important for both of us. We are able to spend one-on-one time together with the focus being solely on him. We were both pretty excited about it. I know I had better cherish this while it lasts because one day very soon he will probably make a yucky face and say "No way, we can go to such and such, but it is not DATE." So, while he is still little and innocent, I am taking all the dates I can get. What girl wouldn't with this guy? <br />
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As for the date, it was GREAT! We got up early and got dressed nice, it was a date after all, and headed to Birmingham for the day. We went to buy him some new tennis shoes, went shopping at the Galleria, went to watch Disney on Ice at the BJCC and after went to eat at Johnny Rocket's (his choice), to Starbucks for a latte (my choice) and then to Toys R Us (yeah, his choice). <br />
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While we were at The Galleria we did a little shopping for Baby Brother at Gymboree. As I was paying, my date AKA Lawson kept running back and forth behind me and smacking me on the butt. After about the 3rd time I turned around and said, "Lawson, stop hitting me." HIs reply, "But, I am spanking you." To which I replied with something to the extent of "But you don't spank Momma, I do the spanking." He then informs the sales clerk that "Sometimes my Daddy spanks my Mommy!" I just stood there in shock. The way he said it sounded dirty, which in reality it wasn't and he was referring to Chuck asking Lawson if Mommy needs a spanking for Fill In the Blank with whatever I have done/not done that day, as a joke. The sales lady's eyes just got really big and to her credit, she didn't even crack a smile. She just kept right on folding and bagging. I, on the other hand, was turning pretty red. <br />
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On to the show....Warning lots of sapiness ahead<br />
Disney On Ice was wonderful! It really was. I didn't expect to enjoy it quite as much as I did. I knew I would like it because of the music and ice skating, but I didn't expect it to be quite the show it was. I mean Aladdin and Jasmine flying through the air on a carpet that was hanging from the ceiling, Peter Pan and Tinkerbell flying through the air, and all of the many props that made the rink look like it was a scene right in the movie. It really was mesmorizing. <br />
On the way in, Lawson could not stand still. He was so excited he was just bouncing everywhere and chattering. Some of the time I don't think he was actually making coherent sentences he was so excited. When he gets really excited and wants to say a lot at one time, it is like his brain is overloaded and he stutters. Wow, was he doing that. "Mom, Mom, Mom, I want, I want, I want a sword as a souvenir!" It was precious. <br />
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My absolute favorite part of the whole day was when Peter Pan and Captain Hook came out. Lawson had been telling me the whole way there that Peter Pan was his favorite so he was just waiting to see him. Well, when Peter Pan came zooming out, flying through the air Lawson's little face was priceless. It is something I never will forget for as long as I live and it was worth ever penny we paid for those tickets. In fact, I wouldn't take a million dollars for that memory. He had this look of innocent amazement and wonder. His eyes were huge and his smile was from ear to ear. I sat there cherishing every second of it and wishing that Chuck was there to see it, too. When he finally turned to me and said simply, "Peter Pan!!", I actually teared up. For whatever reason, right there during Disney On Ice I was overwhelmed with how much joy my children bring to my life. How innocent they are and how much I love experiencing new things with them. It is almost like getting to do them all over again for the first time, only better. I have always wanted to take my children to try new things, to see new things, to experience and live life to the fullest and this little trip just reminded me of how special it is. <br />
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For dinner, we went to Johnny Rocket's at The Summit. Lawson was pretty excited that he got to drink a milkshake with dinner, it was a special day you know. We sat outside with several other tables full. At the table next to us was a man with his two sons. Of course, Lawson being Lawson, started up a conversation with the man about how many burgers he could eat. He was pretty interested in what constituted a double cheeseburger and if there was such thing as a double cheeseburger with no cheese, so he proceeded to ask the man if he thought there was such thing as a burger with "100 meats on it". Apparently the concept of double and triples was pretty amazing and needed to be explored further. So the man starts talking to him, as do his two sons. Somehow one of the little boys and Lawson get onto the subject of cookies and candy and the little boy says "well, I am a cookie monster because I eat all the cookies." Lawson comes back with "Well I am a candy monster because I eat all the candy." They giggle, hee hee, silly boys. Then Lawson pipes up with, loudly I might add, "Well, my Daddy says my Momma is the money monster because she spends all the money!" (which incidentally, his Daddy didn't start but his GG (my Daddy) did but Lawson misspoke, which he then corrected by repeating it) The guy just smiles and kind of chuckles, but the older couple at the other table next to us laugh out loud. I just crawl under the table, or at least that is what I wanted to do...I think I said something like, "Haha! Yeah, that's funny but let's not tell EVERYONE that, ok?" <br />
Sheesh, was it an interesting date. He just better be glad he's as cute as he is. <br />
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My oldest son, who is still willing to go on a date with his ole' Momma, is so much fun to be around. <br />
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My Cup Runneth Over!<br />
<span style="color: cyan;">~Shana~</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Revision: I felt it was important to add...</span><br />
Does the fact that I found Peter Pan attractive concern you? Should it concern me? I kept thinking, Peter Pan is soo cute! And then I would think, OK Shana get a grip you weirdo. He is Peter Pan. He was a cutie pie, though.Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-57467282905798211542012-09-26T12:22:00.003-07:002012-09-26T12:32:36.136-07:00My addiction to Coke and Adam Levine<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Yes, it is true. I am addicted to Coca Cola and I will explain now....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Today at CVS, I was reminded of why I sometimes like to run
into a store, SOLO. I was also reminded of why I am addicted to Coca Cola (Not
even the diet variety, but the full sugar, full calorie variety that makes it
impossible for me to lose weight.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Ashley, if you are reading this, you saw meâŠYou understand. First off,
why do I consistently get the buggy with the torn seat belt, with at least one
of the sides of the buckle missing? EVERY SINGLE TIME. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had a buggy full of candy, Hot Wheels,
cookies, chocolate milk, and the one important thing that I actually went in
there for, pain medicine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While I was
attempting to pay, Lawson is cruising the candy assortment and asking for
everything. He finally settled on chocolate coins that he had to trade one of
his Hot Wheels in for. Garrison is pulling a nice variety of Bubble Gum,
chocolate coins, and ring pops out and throwing them on the floor. Me
consistently saying âGarrison NO! No!â doesnât seem to make him hesitate at
all. Sigh. I finally finish paying, snatch Garrison up who is making a run for
the door, go back and put away all the candy that is strewn all over the floor
and throw it in the boxes where it goes, and hightail out of there to<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>load the boys up into Chuckâs big, jacked up
truck. Since I had to park in the very last open parking place that was up
against the median and a tree was in the way of the passenger side, I had to
load up the bags on the front passenger seat, climb in on the back Driverâs
side, over Lawsonâs car seat, all while holding GW and hollering at Lawson not
to move a muscle to put GW in his carseat. I buckled him in, climbed back over
and out, and got Lawson in and buckled in. Then I finally loaded up and headed
home (With a big coke in my hand). Thus, why I drink coke. It is simply not
acceptable or practical to drink wine during the day. I like <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>wine, it helps to relax me and is a stress
reliever. Since society tends to frown on day drinking (especially while taking
care of children: ), I turn to Coke instead. It is my replacement
stress-reliever.(Totally joking about the day drinking thingâŠI would never do
such a thing, even if it is tempting sometimes ;)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have to admit, I do LOVE Coca Cola.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I have had a bad day, spent most of the
morning saying âBoys, keep your hands to yourselves. Garrison, donât bite your
brother. Lawson, donât push your brother down, again!â, I just look forward to
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I am also addicted to Adam Levine, mainly on The Voice. Chuck and I LOVE The Voice. It is the best show. It makes us laugh and it makes us (me, honestly) cry. We LOVE to watch Cee-Lo, Adam, and Blake's witty banter. X-Tina too, but only because she is funny with the other three. I have convinced myself that if Blake and I were to meet, we would become BFFs and if Adam and I were to meet, he would totally want to break up my marriage. (A girl can dream, right?! That's not weird at all....) But really, they seem so genuinely nice. They also seem like they are really friends in like, REAL life. Even Lawson gets into The Voice. We all sit down after dinner in the evenings, either before or after baths depending, for a half hour to an hour of The Voice. We love it. Lawson makes little comments too, like "Ugh, Christina!...." and "What, nobody turned?!" and my favorite "Oh, Cee Lo is so crazy." He is such a cool little 4 year old. Eventually we may even be caught up on all of the DVRed episodes we have to watch. That is our goal before the end of the show anyway. It is such a simple little pleasure but I adore when we manage to fit it in before bedtime. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">jessie posted this to my FB wall today and it really made my afternoon. Puh-lease be sure and watch it. I hope this link works....If not holler at me and I will fix it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This couple could BE me and Chuck, if we were funny and/or musically talented at all. We can totally relate, as most people with kids can. I remember the days when I could wear white and not have 10 stains on it by the end of the day...like a nice mixture of chocolate, juice, food of some type, and boogers...yes, there are always boogers. I *think* I used to look nice, have makeup on, hair done, and a complete outfit on including accessories. Now I rarely wear makeup anymore, unless you see me at a special event like a wedding or something it is unlikely that I will have makeup on. I traded it in for a little more sleep in the mornings. I also wear Nike shorts a lot...I used to never wear T-shirts anywhere. It wasn't that I had anything against them, that just wasn't a "go-to" for me. Now I wear Nike shorts and T's at least 4 days out of the week. I also wear a lot of pony tails. But I am OK with that.</span></div>
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but chicken is low in cholesterol? Eggs become chickens, does something happen
in the process of incubation? This really stumps meâŠI randomly thought this and
proceeded to ask my Husband, who happens to know everything (and not in that,
âI donât know everything but I just think I doâ way. He legitimately does know
everything. His mind is like a freaking sponge for random facts) and his
concern was âWhat in the world made you think of that?!â I still have no answer
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Lawson and I were walking in Target last week when he looked
up at me and asked âMommy, can I hold your hand?â (Yes, he really does still
call me Mommy and I LOVE it!) I answered, âOf course Son, you can hold my hand
anytime you want to!â He then brought up Despicable Me, his current favorite
movie that he watches every single time he gets to watch a movie, and told me
âMommy, when the little girl asked to hold Gruâs hand he just said âNOâ (he
even did the little accent, hilarious!) Why did he say no?â Ah, Gru what an
enigma you are. For those of you who havenât seen Despicable Me, you should
watch it. It really is a great movie. I donât know that<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>little ones under the age of two or<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>three may really appreciate it, Lawson more
recently started loving it, since it is not really your typical kidsâ movie but
I know Chuck and I both liked it. Steve Carrell is Gru and the minions are
super funny, too. It does have lots of really touching and sad parts too,
though.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I tried to make my answer as
simple as possible since Gru is a tad bit complicated. I just said that Gru was
not used to kids. He didnât have any kids, he was not ever around kids before
the girls, and that he didnât know how to act towards kids. So we are walking
down the shampoo aisle where there are several people around and I am half way browsing
and talking to Lawson.He says âWell, maybe he is allergic to kidsâ (One guy
next to us kind of chuckles).I said, well Lawson being allergic to something
means you canât be around it or it will make you sick, like if you were
allergic to cats and you were around one, you would start to not feel well like
maybe cough or get a headache.â He then proceeds with âI think I am allergic to
kids!â (The lady on the aisle down from us giggles). I replied, âLawson of
course you arenât allergic to kids, you ARE a kid and you are around other kids
all the time. Plus, no one is actually allergic to kids.â Lawson comes back
with, âWell, some people are allergic to kids.â I was half chuckling along with
the rest of the aisle while saying, âLawson, who did you ever hear say they
were allergic to kids?!â His response, âMy Nana said that she was allergic to
kids sometimes.â The 4 other people on the aisle erupt in laughter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yep, NANA you were the talk of the Target that
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">At Target a few weeks ago, I had both boys strapped into one
of those double seat buggies. You know, the ones that have a seat for two kids
that are a little bench with a space in between and harnesses attached. Yeah, I
used to think those were the best things ever. So did the boys. So, Lawson was
adamant that they needed to sit in one of those, not the regular kind so we
tracked one down. We went and bought a bag of popcorn and a drink for them to
share (first mistake). At first they were just as happy as can be sitting
there, facing each other, sharing their bag of popcorn. It lasted all of 3
minutes, during which I had that smug mommy moment and dared to think âWow, I
am pretty good at this. And just look at how sweet my boys are being!â Fast
forward two minutesâŠ.âMOMMM, Garrison wonât share the drink with me!!â Garrison
responds with a shrill, shriek as Lawson snatches the popcorn away. I say
âBoys, share. Lawson, share the popcorn. Garrison, give your brother some of
the drink! If yâall canât share, I will take it away.â Then they are OK for
like, a minute. During which, my phone rings. It is my sister, so I am talking
to her while pushing the buggy around the baby section looking for whatever it
is I needed, maybe sippy cups or diapers; It could really go either way. The
boys decide to start hitting each other. Lawson: âMommm, Baby Brother<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>keeps pinching me!â Garrison: âMomma, Momma,
MommaâŠSHRIEK!â<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then Lawson hits him,
Garrison hits back and on it goes. I tell my sister, who is laughing on the
other end because she can hear all of this, âHold on a minute please, I need to
deal with my two little dears. Hahahaâ So I put down the phone, turn to them
and say, âNobody had better touch the other one! You both wanted to sit in this
buggy beside each other and we had to hunt one of these down. So you both sit
in it nicely, like sweet brothers, and if you canât be nice, donât even look at
the other one.â All while pushing down the aislesâŠgetting some pointed looks
from other shoppers. One lady in particular gave me a rather harsh stare while
they were both screaming and I was still on the phone. I wish I could say that
I was making up what I was about to tell you, but it is gospel. I tucked the
phone between my ear and my shoulder, threw both arms up and gave her the âWhat
are you looking at?!â gesture. True storyâŠI am slightly embarrassed to admit
that now. But lady, if you ever had two boys 4 and under, you would/should
understand. Chuck laughed uncontrollably when I came home and told him that. He
even made me reenact the whole âwhat are you looking at?â gesture.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I donât think I was rude, per se, but looking
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will happen, he will get out and run around and Garrison will want to do the
exact same thing. Only, Lawson will stay relatively close but Garrison will run
full speed ahead, all over the store leaving me to chase him while pulling the
buggy behind and yelling for Lawson to âCOME HERE!â and follow me. (Does it
sound like that may have happened once or twice?) So I keep saying no. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So, on we go, still shopping (We were waiting for a
prescription to be filled, go figure)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Somewhere down the snack aisle, the boys decide to start âHulkingâ it
and trying to get out of their seat belts. Hulking consists of acting like The
Hulk, jumping up and down while trying to rip a shirt off (in this case a seat
belt harness)and grunting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Garrison is
shrieking at the top of his lungs, standing straight up, pulling at the harness
as hard as he can and Lawson, the Big Brother, the GOOD EXAMPLE, is doing the
same thing but whining and grunting. Itâs a pretty crazy sight. If it had not
been my kids and I saw it, I would have laughed my butt off. But, since it was
my kids and I kept calmly telling them to stay in their seats and quit and they
wouldnât, it was time for a talk. I sat right down on the floor, in the middle
of the aisle, got eye level with them both and had a serious talk. I told them
lots of things. I explained how we should act in public, how they should help
me to shop instead of making it harder, that they should be sweet to each
other, they should share, they should listen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I even got into how the Lord wants us to obey our parents. It lasted a
little while and gave me a little relaxing period, too. About this time, a lady
who we have seen several times throughout the store walks by. I said, âExcuse us
if we are in the way, we just needed to have<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>a little talk.â Her response, and I will NEVER forget it was to come up
to me and tell me what an awesome job I was doing. WHAT?! I am literally
sitting in the floor at Target having a âCome to Jesus talkâ with my two little
boys who have just about driven me over the edge and down the side of it, and
this angel of a lady tells me how well I am doing? I replied âReally? Thanks. I
am trying to keep calm and keep my patience.â She went on, âYou are SO patient
and are a lot calmer than I would be in your situation. You are doing a great
job and donât you ever forget it.â All I could say was, âThanks!â She then
walked away and I had a renewed mind. No one ever tells me that, randomly, in a
store. I get a ton of âYou sure do have your hands full!â or âWow. Youâve got
your job cut out for youâ or other comments along these same lines, but I canât
remember someone seeing me in the midst of<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>a Time Out and telling me âgood jobâ. Of course, a little while later we
saw her in the party section and Garrison was in the big part of the buggy with
Lawson, the front part where the seats are was piled up with all of our stuff
and Garrison and Lawson both had a roll of wrapping paper that they were
hitting each other with, almost hitting her as we passed by. But, it was too
lateâŠshe had already told me âgood jobâ and there was no taking it back!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I am truly never at a loss for laughter. There are so many times when Chuck and I, in the midst of a crazy storm, just look at each other and start laughing hysterically. I couldn't begin to tell y'all how many times a week that happens. It happens when the boys are hyped up right before bed and are running in circles, literally, and we just stop and stare, then look at each other and shake our heads. Then, we laugh...a lot. They are so darn entertaining. It also happens when GW does something hilarious and unexpected, like pulling his diaper half way off so that all that is showing is the top half of his booty and for whatever reason, he's running around like that, as happy as can be. We catch each others' eye and proceed to get sooo tickled at it. We also share a good laugh when Lawson comes up with one of his awesomely hilarious dance moves out of nowhere. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Never a dull moment and I am so glad that Chuck is the one who I share it all with.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This evening as I was sweeping the kitchen and Lawson,
Chuck, Garrison, and our friend Cam were in the living room, I hear Chuck saying
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>âLawson, do NOT<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>tee tee on the porch, Son. Go to the side of
the porch and tee tee off it.â Again, âSon, do NOT tee tee on the porch!â
Apparently Lawson needed to potty and opted to go out the French doors and onto
the deck (Not the first time this has happened, mind you ). Then I hear a sigh
and Chuck hollers in at me âMomma, your<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Son<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>just tee teed on the deck
right in front of the door.â My response, âWell, I heard you telling him not to
and he did it anyway, so maybe he needs a time out.â I wasnât going to be the
bad guy this time. So Lawson comes inside and Chuck starts talking to him,
âLawson, I told you not to tee tee on the porch, didnât I? But you did it
anyway.â And Lawson responds, and I quote, âDaddy, a job is a job.â</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Last week, at The Pig, Lawson was really interested in why
people are made all different sizes. I think it has to do with our friend, Cam, who is staying with us. He is super tall. I think like 6'6" or something. I don't know, I will have to confirm that but I do know that he is tall, especially compared to Chuck, myself, and all of the grandparents. Most of the people Lawson is around on a daily basis, like parents and grandparents, are short, small people. So I think he is noticing the differences now. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"> He starts with, âMomma, why are you SO
short?â Well, gee, I ask that myself sometimes. So I answer, âBecause that
is the way God made me, Lawson.â So we shop around a little bit and I can tell
he is still really thinking. Then he asks, âMomma, why are some people so big
and some people are so little?(read as yittle, because his lâs sound like yâs
and I LOVE it </span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I answer, âWell Baby, itâs because
God made us all different. He made each of us in his image, just like we are
supposed to be and because of that we are perfect.â Good reminder for myself,
right there⊠So he seems satisfied with that answer. We shop around a few
minutes and he comes up with another question. He asks, âMomma, you and Daddy
are adults right? Will yâall get bigger?â I reply, âNo, we are done growing. We
are adults and we will never be any taller than we are right now, Son. Once
people reach a certain age, they stop growing taller. Kids are always growing
though.â He thinks about this for a minute. He then says, âMomma, did you drink
all of your milk like you were supposed to?â Hahaha. I know exactly what he is
thinking. We tell him that he has to eat healthy food and drink lots of milk to
grow up big and strong. He is wondering where I went so terribly wrong to end
up the height I am. Do I lie? Do I say, No I didnât eat my vegetables or drink
my milk, that is why I am so short, in order to get him to do it? No, I canât
do that. So I say, âYes, I love milk and I drank it when I was little too. I
just didnât grow to be big because that is not the way God made me.â<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I then asked him if he thinks his Daddy is
big and he said yes. Oh man, that is cute. He has a rude awakening coming when
he realizes that at 5â7â and 145 pounds or so, Chuck is NOT big. But how cute
is that? He still sees his Daddy as big and tall and looks up to him. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">This reminds me of a couple of months ago at Chuck E Cheese
when he and I were sitting next to each other on a ride and Lawson turns to me
and asks âSo Momma, you are a adult?â I said âYes, I am an adult.â He then
asks, quite confused sounding, âSo you are a adult but you are the size of a
kid?â How do you answer that one? Ha ha. I just said, âUm, no I am bigger than
a kid. I am just not a really big adult. I am just the way God made me.â That
answer seemed to satisfy him and off we went to another game. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">~Shana~</span></div>Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-3241685023548996542012-06-14T18:42:00.000-07:002012-11-07T07:39:03.598-08:00My motto at its finestSo, if you are gonna be a bear, be a grizzly! I wrote that post a couple of weeks ago but finally am getting around to posting it. How ironic....as I sit here in the hospital with a crazy eye infection that has kept me here for 5 days! Like my good friend WAP said, I might be a little dramatic :) <br />
I don't do things half-way. Go big or go home. Even my sicknesses follow that motto. <br />
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Fast forward a week....I literally fell asleep while typing that. The laptop was still sitting in my lap, my fingers were still on the keys, my head was hanging down and I was snoozing. Chuck took the computer away from me, to which I popped up and I replied "I'm OK!". He just laughed and is still laughing about it. Ah the wonders of medicine, dilaudid and zophran to the IV, to be precise. I haven't gotten that much sleep in almost four years. I figured I might should wait until I was no longer on meds to finish this post. <br />
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So the Friday before Mother's Day I noticed that my left eye was a little sore. I didn't really think anything about it. As the day went on, my eye started to bother me more. By Friday night, my eye was swollen and really starting to bother me. Saturday morning I woke up and my eye was much bigger. I looked like someone (Chuck) had hit me in the face. My under eye was swollen, too. We had a trip to the zoo in Birmingham with the Morgans planned and I was really looking forward to it, so I just donned my big, dark sunglasses and off we went. All day the pain and swelling just got worse. I felt awful but I still had lots of fun! We went to the zoo, to the Galleria, and to eat and we had a great time! When I went to bed that night, though, I was hurting. By Sunday morning the whole left side of my face was swollen from my nose over across my cheek all the way to behind my ear. My eye felt like it was going to explode. My eyelid was so swollen that I couldn't even open my eye. Off to the emergency room I went while Chuck and the boys went to Thomasville to get something for my Mother-In-Law for Mother's Day. I expected to meet them back for lunch and celebrate Mother's Day....Little did I know, I was going to have to stay in the hospital. I had an MRI and bloodwork done. The boys came and visited for a little while and gave me my Mother's day presents and I had lots of other visitors, too. Friends and family. Monday I went to see an Opthamologist in Montgomery and he admitted me to see an infectious disease doctor at Jackson Hospital. <br />
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By Monday night, I was horribly sick! I was in lots of pain and couldn't stop throwing up. The first time, Chuck had run to get some dinner for us and while he was gone I got sick. When he got back, I was in the bathroom floor throwing up and crying slightly. Pitiful looking, I am sure. I quit and started to feel beeter for a little while. A little later, while the Phlebotomist was there taking LOTS of blood cultures from multiple sites trying to figure out what I had, I started to get sick again. I said "Chuck, please get me that trash can." He brought it over and I threw my guts up repeatedly. Poor CHuck just stood there and tried to help while I threw up into the trash can. The Phlebotomist just kept drawing blood and saying "You poor thing. Where is your nurse!?" The truly funny part is that she had to raise my hospital bed all the way up so she would be closer to eye level with my arms, so I was way up in the air while throwing up into the trash can. I apologized to her several times, to which she kept saying, "Don't apologize" Priceless! <br />
After it was all said and done, the Phlebotomist marched down to the nurse's station and brought a nurse back. She let her have it because I had told them when I was admitted that I thought I was going to throw up. The worst part about it is that with all of the pain and pressure in my eye, puking made it feel like my eye was going to explode out of my face. So, after I finally quit and everything was back to normal, for this situation anyway, Chuck was sitting in the chair across from my bed and I told him how glad I was that he was there with me. I wouldn't have wanted anyone else to see me in the condition I was in. My face looked like Quasimodo (The Hunchback), I had puked until blood vessels had burst around my other eye, I was mercifully, finally doped up to the point that I was loopy and all-around not looking my best. He got a good laugh out of this. He said "So, you are glad that I was the one holding your puke bucket and wouldn't have wanted anyone else to do it?" Well honestly, yes. He replied, "How romantic." Bahahaha. OK, maybe not my finest moment but come on, isn't that what a marriage should be? <br />
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To sum up the rest of the 4 day stay:<br />
Chuck would drive back to Camden at 4:30 in the morning to go to work and I would chill out in the hospital bed, hooked to an IV all day. I got lots of phone calls and texted a lot. I watched a few movies on my laptop and spent lots of time on Facebook. I slept a LOT. After work, CHuck would go back by the house and see the boys, get some clothes and drive back to Montgomery. He also brought me yummy fast food since I am not a huge fan of hospital meals, other than breakfast. (Jackson hospital has the best cheese grits EVER! I am considering faking an illness just so I can be admitted for the breakfast in bed.) Then we would watch a movie or TV shows until bedtime and he would get up the next morning and do it all over again. I kept telling him to just stay home. That I was fine, but he wouldn't do it. He also wouldn't let anyone else be the one to stay with me. We had friends offer, but he wanted to be the one with me. How sweet is that? Meanwhile, throughout the days I am still having tests run because no one can figure out what I have. I had another MRI done one day. It was interesting and got me out of bed for a little while. Of course, I still had to ride in a wheelchair but at least I got out of my room. Oh, did I mention that I am in a quarantine room where the nurses and doctors have to wear masks upon entering? Yeah, there is even a sign on the door. Although, Chuck nor my visitors, WAP and the Morgans never did. It was surreal. <br />
Finally, on day 4 we get an answer. MRSA, <strong>Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus.</strong> A highly contagious form of Staph.Yup, my eye had gotten infected with it. I had caught it from my sweet little buddy, Garrison who had it in his ears following his tube surgery (He kept having repeated infections that were finally cultured. He had MRSA for a while before we even knew it, so who knows when I contracted it) The weird part, apparently, is that my white blood count was not up from it. I don't know, but according to the Drs it usually is. I am just a little enigma wrapped in a riddle, now aren't I? <br />
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After 5 days on IV antibiotics, I was finally able to go home to my boys. Once home, I was quarantined for like two weeks. That was brutal. <br />
All in all, it was a weird fluke. So random and extreme. But then again, that is how I roll....<br />
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I never do things half-way...<br />
My Cup ALWAYS Runneth Over...<br />
<span style="color: cyan;">~Shana~</span><br />
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Tait day. Lawson and Garrison both had an appointment with Dr. D. It had been a
couple of weeks since we had seen her, so I was starting to have withdrawals <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">
The last time we saw her was by chance at Publix last Tuesday before my last
doctorâs appointment. We even got to meet one of her daughters. Of course,
Lawson ran up to her and saw her before I even did. What can I say, they are
tight. Today was just a check up to check Garrisonâs ears and Lawsonâs
allergies. I can proudly say they are both well!! I donât know if we have ever
gotten that response before. I would have to say that usually at least one of
them leaves there with a prescription. Not today, though. Today was a great
visit. Thank the Lord! </span></div>
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Lawson and always lets him play with the stethoscope and listen to his own
heart and baby brotherâs and also lets him play with the otoscope. He is
particularly fond of the light on it. I really hope all of this early medical
experience may stick with him and maybe he will be a doctor. I can hope,
right?! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lawson is so chatty with her,
too. Of course, that child rarely goes a minute without talking so that is no
surprise. Before we left Dr. D challenged us to make it through the whole
summer without getting sick. I am determined to do it, too! </span></div>
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Sperry flip flops for Fatherâs Day. I went to the back of the car to get out my
umbrella stroller andâŠNO STROLLER. Uh oh. I forgot to put it back in after our
trip last weekend. Woops! So, I tote Garrison, the diaper bag, and hold Lawsonâs
hand and in we go. Of course, as soon as we are in the door Lawson sees toys
and takes off and GW is bucking like a horse to get down, too. Off they go with
me running after. We finally do a quick look through the shoes, no Sperrys in
Daddyâs size but both boys have found a toy they want, of course. Being the <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>pushover that I am, I proceed to pay for them.
Two super-high bouncing balls. I canât even remember the actual name of them,
but I have to admit, they are pretty cool. They say they will bounce up to 75
feet. While I am trying to pay, Lawson finds a drink cooler and gets a Sprite
and a water out. We add that to the pile. Then he keeps opening and closing the
door, meanwhile Garr is running all around the store. I keep having to chase
him down and bring him back over, getting on to Lawson âif you open that cooler
one more timeâŠâ then finish trying to write out my check. I hand the drinks to
the boys and try to finish up paying. Oh, the cashier needs to see my license.
Seriously? Donât you just want to let me go? So, I fish that out. All of a
sudden crash, splash, scream. Garrison has dropped the new bottle of water and
it busted spraying all over the floor and all over Lawson. Lawson hates to be
wet! I donât blame him, I am the same way, but man he freaks out. Lawson is
screaming âGarrison! I donât wanna be wet!! I donât waaaannnnaaaa beeee
wettttt!âGarrison jumps in the rather large puddle and starts playing in it,
the man in line behind me starts laughing, the cashier is standing there with
her mouth open, and <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I quickly snatch up
what is left of the bottle of water while telling Lawson itâs ok and grabbing
Garrison out of the puddle. I then look at the cashier and simply say âSorry.â
I high-tailed it out of there after that. The man in line behind me looked at
me before we left, as I am dragging Lawson by the hand while heâs still crying
and toting Garrison around the waist, and told me to have an interesting rest
of the day. Donât worry, guyâŠ.I did. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">You would think I might have given up after that, right?
Maybe said, oh well, letâs go home. But I am a glutton for punishment. No, I
just like to think that I have lots of patience or maybe I am crazy, the jury
is still out on that one. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We went on
down to Dillardâs looking for shoes. While making my way down there, I am
cursing myself for forgetting to put the stroller back in the suburban. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ah, Dillardâs. I think that every employee in the shoes and
makeup department there today regretted helping me. I bet next time they might
just run the other way. It was like The Perfect Storm. Everything came together
just right to make it a really bad shopping experience for me and the boys.
Both boys were overly tired, Garrison had no stroller to ride in (be strapped
in), Lawson was bored and hungry, and I really needed to get some new makeup
from Clinique. Oy! First stop, childrenâs shoes. I bought Garrison some of the
cutest little Sperrys. The boys did OK at this stop, Garrison pulled down a few
pairs of shoes and Lawson LICKED the mirror a couple of times, EW, but other
than that, it was OK. Next stop, makeup. Poor, poor Clinique girls, they had no
idea what was headed their way. While I was trying to pay, Lawson finds a chart
on the chair and starts asking one of the girls 101 questions about it. She
kept replying, âIt tells you what makeup to buyâ then he would ask âMaâam, but
what does this say?â and she would repeat it and then he would point to something
else and the cycle would continue. Meanwhile, Garrison, who is standing right
beside me, found the stash of cotton balls that are out and starts to throw
them everywhere. I am attempting to write another check while all of this is
going on. Next time, maybe I should just use cashâŠI pick up all of the cotton
balls and off to the menâs shoes we go. This is where it gets really crazy.
Lawson announces that he has to potty, NOW! So we take off as quickly as
possible to the upstairs bathroom. Why do these places not have multiple
bathrooms all over the store!? As a side note, why do they not have carts or
buggies or little car stroller things or something, either?!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Come on Dillards, people with kids shop here,
too. I digressâŠSo we make it to the bathroom and Lawson tee tees. I realize I
really kind of need to tee tee, too. Dang Starbucks, again. For the most part I
have my bladder trained, no stops while out shopping, it just requires too much
time and energy, but Starbucks won out again. So, I put Garrison down, put a
potty protector over the seat, and attempt to somewhat hover while trying to
keep GW from touching ANYTHING and Lawson from opening the stall door before I
am done. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Needless to say, hovering while
trying to hold a toddler between your outstretched legs and threatening to beat
your 3 year old is not super successful. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Back to the menâs shoesâŠ.Lawson has met his limit. He is
done shopping. He continues to run amuck all over the shoe department. Lawson
tries to run in one direction while Garrison tries to run in the other. I find
the shoes I am looking for and start to pay. DANG CHECKS! I cannot hold GW
while writing a check, so I put him down and try to keep him from running all
over. Lawson is trying his best to run all over the place while I threaten him
by counting to 3. I have no idea who has replaced my sweet, well mannered boy
and who this is in front of me. He refuses to listen and actually runs away from
me and says, âYou canât catch me!â. OMG! I very calmly grab up Garrison, throw
him on my hip, and walk over to Lawson who takes of running. I catch him and
whisper in his ear âŠâYou just earned two spankings when we get to the car.
Would you like to make it three, son?â and drag him back to finish paying. The
shoe guy looked at Lawson and says âSon, I sure hope you make it through what
you got coming. You better start behaving.â Hahaha. I think he felt bad for me.
Of course, all the way out to the parking lot Lawson is crying and wailing âBut
I donât want a spankinâ!!â, which makes me look like an abusive Mother. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Somebody call Child ServicesâŠ</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now, I try my very,
very best not to spank. I really do. I really, really donât like to yell or
spank him in front of anyone, either. If I do spank, I take him to the bathroom
or another room or something. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I like
timeout and taking away privileges and talking it out. However, sometimes it
comes down to it and I will do it if necessary. This was one of those times. Itâs
a good thing that we had a little walk to the car because I was about to lose
my cool. It gave me a chance to calm down. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It truly surprises me when Lawson acts this way
because it so rarely happens and when the three chances and counting to three
doesnât work, I am usually blown away. It so rarely backfires. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, I did spank him when we got to the car.
He cried for all of a minute. I donât think it really even hurt. We then talked
about the way he acted and why it was wrong and how he is supposed to act. I
hope it sank in. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">After that we went to Target, then Chick Fil A then headed
home. Lawson ate and was asleep before we even made it to the airport. Lawson
fell asleep with his milk shake in his hand and sneaky little Garrison seized the
opportunity to snatch it. I looked in the rear view mirror and Garrison is
happily drinking Lawsonâs milk shake out of the straw. I sighed, Ok, he is
doing well. No mess yet. Then, he decided to turn it up and the darn thing has
a round hole in the top.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Vanilla milk
shake dumps all over Garrisonâs face, body, car seat, and my car seat. I just
laughed and pulled over and cleaned him up the best I could. My car should smell really great tomorrow. A nice mix of spoiled milk and fried food. Let's be honest, not like it hasn't smelled worse than that before.When we got home
Chuck took one look at Garrison with his matted, sticking up hair, stained
sticky polo, and sticky face and hands and asked âWhat happened to Garrison?â<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">While on the way home, I had my IPod on shuffle. Darius
Rucker ,âIt Wonât Be Like This For Longâ came on. It gets me every.single.time!
I reflected over the day, looked at both of my sleeping boys in the rear view
mirror, Lawson with his baseball cap on backwards and Garrison with his sticky,
matted vanilla milkshake hair, and cried a little. As fast-paced and stressful
as the day was, I wouldnât trade a minute of it. Even the âbadâ parts. I love
every minute of every day I am blessed to spend with my darling boys. Do they
make me crazy? Absolutely. Did I want to snatch a knot in one or both of them at
some point today? You bet. Do I wonder why in the world I attempt to shop with
them both in tow? All the time. But do I do it again? Every time. But I can
honestly say I love every minute of it. I truly do. But do I love a little
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">~Shana~</span></div>Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-54901842420407765302012-05-17T13:03:00.002-07:002012-05-17T13:03:15.663-07:00Starbucks, I love and hate youWell as my posts usually go, this one requires a warning. This post will include vomit as well as urine. I will also be sharing an extremely embarassing story about myself. What can I say, I will share anything for a laugh or two. Is anyone else worried about what they are going to read below? I would be...Is anyone else starting to get concerned about how many of my posts involve throw up? I really am.<br />
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Friday was one of "those" days. I would say that it was unusual, but it is starting to become the norm. Garrison started running fever on Wednesday of last week. I chalked it up to the MRSA infection still lingering. Then he started breaking out in a rash on his chest. I just figured it was from the fever or from the Chicken Pox vaccine he got a few days before. Well he continued to run a fever of between 100 and 101 all day Thursday and into Friday. His rash also got worse and started spreading over his entire body. I could tell he was just not feeling well at all. I dropped Lawson by school and off Garrison and I went to Montgomery. The ride there was relatively peaceful as he slept most of the way. <br />
At the doctor's office, there were two little girls that Garrison played with while we waited. One was around 6 and the other was around 3. I usually try to keep him away from other kids who are on the sick side with us as much as possible, just in case he is contagious or they are...but that day I just kind of gave up. I really thought that his rash and fever were going to be ear infection or vaccine related, so I didn't keep him on my lap. The girls kept wanting to hold his hands and their Mom kept saying "Girls, don't touch. You may have germs." I took it as a nice way of saying, "Don't touch. He has a very questionable rash all over and who knows what he's got." I get it, though. I would be the same way. Remember, we need a big bubble to put my boys in. <br />
We get called back and I tell the nurse all that has been going on with Garrison. From MRSA to the rash and back again. She was like me, never even thought of Hand, Foot, and Mouth and thought it may be an antibiotic allergy reaction or something. Well, Dr. M came in and immediately looked at GW's feet and hands. Sure enough, the rash had spread to his palms, soles of his feet, and he had sores in the back of his throat, in the roof of his mouth, and on his tongue. No wonder he was miserable. She said it was a particularly bad case of hand, foot, and mouth and that it was highly contagious. Well, great. She also guessed that Lawson may have brought it home from school, but not actually have gotten it. Apparently it is rampant in Montgomery right now as they have been seeing it in their office regularly. I am going to guess that he got it during one of our many trips to the office over the past couple of weeks. Who knows? I do know that it is awful. <br />
So as we were paying our co-pay the little girls and their mom who were in the waiting room are also paying theirs. Garrison is standing beside me looking at the fish tank. Then the nurse walks by and says, "Oh, what did she determine it is?" just as the oldes little girl sees Garrison and says "Oh, it's the baby" and starts reaching out to him. I replied, quite embarassed, "Um, it's hand, foot, and mouth." The girls' mom let out a little gasp and snatched her by the arm so fast I thought she might have pulled it out of socket. She caught her just before she made contact with Garr. It was priceless! <br />
The nurse just looked at me and chuckled and walked away. After the lady and her daughters left, I went up to pay my copay and had a good little laugh about it with the office nurse, who saw the whole thing. On my way out, I saw the woman loading her daughters into her car and thought I would be nice and apologize. I really did feel bad about possibly contaminating them. So, I went up to her and told her how sorry I was that Garrison had been playing with them. That I had no idea he had H,F, and M and how I thought it was ear related. She was really nice and said she understood and that hers went to daycare so she hoped they didn't give him anything. It was all really funny!<br />
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So on we went to Target, as usual. Guess what happened there? Garrison got sick. He threw up at Target multiple times. Who knows how long I was there. I didn't want to leave and be on the road while he was throwing up since I was by myself, so I just stayed and waited it out. Everyone at Target hated me that night! Eventually he stopped and we headed home, but not before I stopped at Starbucks for a much needed Venti Non-fat Raspberry White Mocha with an extra shot. I needed caffeine stat. You probably could have offered me a Caffiene IV drip and I would have taken it. <br />
Of course, with all of that coffee, I had to tee-tee. It hit me around Hayneville and I was bound and determined to make it home. I mean, there is nowhere to stop anyway and I really didn't want to stop on the side of the road. Been there, done that, I am no longer a teenager riding dirt roads, thank you very much! In Hayneville, I accidentally mowed down a tiny baby deer. It was really sad! I felt bad, but all I could really focus on was how badly I needed to tinkle. <br />
Garrison is finally sleeping so I really don't even want to stop the car, but when we got to Darlington I knew that I had to. I genuinely thought my bladder might burst. It hurt! So, I pulled over at one of the churches in Darlington, left the door open and tee-teed. Well, of course, here come lights...I very quickly pull up my shorts and jump in the car. They may or may not have seen me. I comforted myself by saying that there was no way they had. THey were too far away, right?!<br />
To sum it up, Starbucks-1 My Bladder-0<br />
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But, we finally made it home and went to bed. The next couple of days were bad. We were in quarantine and had to miss a birthday party, the 5-K, the Bar-B-Q cook off, and I was really sad about it. However, on Sunday we decided to go on a picnic out at the Training Dyke since there was no one else there to infect and we had a blast. It was nice to get out of the house and let the boys play.<br />
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Since then, Garrison has been well. Yay! <br />
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My Cup Runneth Over<br />
~Shana~Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-71137600585415427242012-05-17T12:35:00.004-07:002012-05-17T12:35:57.054-07:00If You Are Gonna be a Bear.......be a Grizzly! <br />
I have said this many times in the past few years. It is one of my favorite mottos. It is basically the same as "Go big or go home" or "If you are going to do it, do it right". I often quote these mottos when I am doing things, such as party planning, decorating, baking, etc. I mean, if you are going to do something why not do your absolute best at it? When my dear Husband tells me I might be going a bit over the top on party planning, I quote my favorite grizzly bear motto. I mean, it's true. It's me. What can I say?<br />
While I realize that doing my best and going overboard in the party department are not the same, I still use this logic. These parties are for my children and I only want the very best for them. I want them to be able to look back at photos and say "Wow Mom, you sure made our parties special!" Because that is what I try to do. <br />
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I often remind Lawson that we should always do our best in EVERYTHING we do, whether it is writing our name at school, cleaning our room, playing T-ball, or anything else. He and I have had quite a few talks about this. I tell him that the Lord always wants our best in all things. He expects us to do our best, to try our hardest, to go above and beyond and to do it with joy in our hearts. I have to remind myself of this fact a lot, too. I try to remember this daily...but I know I fall short. I was told by his teacher that after he and I had one of our talks on this subject, that he came to school the next day like a different child. He didn't ask for help or say he needed help. He did his sheets to the best of his ability and did a great job at them. She was quite impressed. I was SO proud. But that is how Lawson works. He responds well to reason and discussion. If we tell him why he can/can't do something or why he should/shouldn't do something it is so much more effective than simply telling him not to do it "because I said so" or to do something with no reason behind it. He has always been this way, even when he was 18 months old. I simply had to remove him from any distractions, so I could have his full attention, and tell him what actions he needed to change and why. He is like a little adult sometimes. <br />
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I have been thinking about doing things to the best of my ability a lot lately. Maybe I am being hard on myself, but I feel that I have been slacking. I just can't seem to get it all done. I mean, there just aren't enough hours in one day. If I didn't have to eat or sleep, I could really get so much more accomplished! Starting next week, I plan to reevaluate my schedule and try to rearrange things so that maybe I can fit in a little more time for me but still really focus on my family as well. <br />
Wish me luck...<br />
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My Cup Runneth Over<br />
~Shana~Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-35585721650398333372012-04-30T21:46:00.002-07:002012-04-30T21:53:42.986-07:00Not-so-QuickiesThat title got your attention, didn't it?<br />
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Sorry to disappoint, but I am just jotting down a few things that Lawson said today that had Chuck and I rolling. <br />
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While at Mellow Mushroom Chuck said something to me, I can't even remember what it was, but I replied, completely not seriously, "I am appalled." Lawson looks at me and asks "J. Pauled?" Chuck starts chuckling and I still wanted to make sure he was in fact asking what I thought he was so I said "What Lawson?" He replies, "You mean you are J. Pauled, like on Swamp People?" Bahahaha. Yes, my not quite four year old does watch Swamp People with his Daddy and he was referencing it in conversation. It is neither the first, nor last time I am quite sure, that this will happen. He knows the whole gang. Willie, Troy, J. Paul and his son, Liz, the crazy Giess (I have no clue how they spell their name as I only watch it when they are and then only half way pay attention) brothers. I am sure I am leaving out some important ones. Chuck is Team Willie, therefore so is Lawson. That's all I need to know. <br />
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Lawson has a friend who works at Mellow Mushroom. We met him last summer when we were going there almost weekly for doctor's appointments and that was all Lawson would agree to eat. I do love it, though. It never gets old. I don't remember how many trips to MM we made but it was a LOT. I can't remember how it all came about exactly as I was super sleep deprived at the time because it was during the worst part of Garrison's reflux/milk allergy and before it was really diagnosed and during Lawson's constant bouts with Strep, therefore sleep and I had a long, long distance relationship. As in we never saw each other, spoke, skyped, texted, emailed, snail mailed, or even sent freaking homing pigeons to one another. It was a love/hate relationship. I loved sleep, it hated me. At the very least, it avoided me like the plague. But I digress. Yes, tonight is an ADHD night, guys, sorry. Too much Starbucks again. When will I learn that lesson? Back to the story...<br />
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Lawson's friend became his friend when he saw little Lawson begging for more bacon. Well, there was no more. Salads only come with so much bacon. That is kind of defeating the purpose otherwise. He always stole the bacon off my Lil' Spinach Salad and if Chuck was there too, forget about it (Please read that using your best mafia/Mickey Blue Eyes impersonation). So Bacon Buddy, as he is now and forever known, brought him a whole bowl full of bacon for free! He told Lawson how much he loves bacon, too. How sweet is that? <br />
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The next time we came in Bacon Buddy must have remembered because he automatically brought over a bowl of bacon to Lawson. So when we would talk about Mellow Mushroom, Lawson would always refer to his "Bacon Buddy who brings him bacon". Well, it eventually just got shortened to Bacon Buddy and it became kind of a thing. "I wonder if my Bacon Buddy will be here today? Aw, Bacon Buddy is not working today" or "I sure do miss my Bacon Buddy." Don't worry, Bacon Buddy knows of his nickname and is cool with it.<br />
We had been kind of missing Bacon Buddy recently and we have been eating more Chick-Fil-A than anything while in Montgomery because Lawson always asks for it and sometimes I do love a drive-thru. Just hand Lawson a box of chicken and toss a few waffle fries Garrison's way, cooled off of course, and we are still rolling. On the way to Mellow Mushroom tonight Lawson pondered his usual question, will Bacon Buddy be there and will he get to eat a bowl of bacon this time. <br />
Sure enough, we walked in and there he was, good ole' Bacon Buddy. He used to smile a big smile and wave, but this time I didn't even think he saw us. Lawson was acting UNUSUALLY shy and didn't want to go up and say hi to Bacon Buddy since he hadn't seen him in a while. We got seated, outside since it was gorgeous, and our waitress came and took our drink orders. We are all sitting there chatting, or in our case Garrison was throwing everything he could get his hands on onto the ground including menus and silverware, Lawson was waving at some little girl through the windows, I think I was texting (shame on me) and Chuck was retrieving everything Baby Brother was throwing down, when who should appear holding a bowl full of bacon...BACON BUDDY! Lawson was thrilled. I said to Bacon Buddy, "I wasn't sure you would remember since we haven't seen you in so long". His response..."I couldn't forget my Little Bacon Buddy." I died. How stinkin' cute is that? Slightly worrisome that my three year old, two at the time, has bonded so strongly with a stranger over a pork product, but what can I say? He is super lovable, right? Who wouldn't want to give that kid some bacon for free if that's what he wanted? <br />
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Chuck loves bacon, too. They are my little carnivores. No bacon is ever safe if those two are around. Except maybe turkey bacon. It can probably rest at ease. Chuck and I told Lawson tonight how we never get free bacon and that he must just be really super cute and sweet to have such a good Bacon Buddy.<br />
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Do you know anyone else who has a Bacon Buddy? I doubt it :)<br />
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That last jot there may have turned into a full paragraph. Sorry about that. Now I also forgot the other 101 super funny things that he said today. That kid is a mess.<br />
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I remember one that I can tell:<br />
While tucking him into bed the other night he hugged me and gave me a big eskimo kiss (You know, you rub the tips of your noses to each others). I asked him if he would always give me eskimo kisses. He said, "Yes Momma." I said "Even when you are 16 and can drive?" He replied, "Yes, Ma'am." I asked again, "Even when you are 27 and all grown up?" His response, "Yes, Ma'am". I had to know one more thing, "Even when you are 32 and have two little girls of your own?" Lawson says, "Um, I will be old then and I don't think I want two little GIRLS". So 32 is old (Ouch, as Daddy is 34) and my only hope of having a girl one day, grandaughter or otherwise, is Garrison. I am still not sure what that answer meant,but I am going to take it as a maybe on the eskimo kisses. <br />
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I am going ahead and letting y'all know that I plan to write about the last trip to the pediatrician, Friday, the one before today's trip, tomorrow. It may make for some good reading. <br />
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My oldest son, Lawson, has a personality that could light up a room. He has a 1,000 watt smile that could rival the sun.He is one of my Sunshines. He can give you a little smile and bat those super long eyelashes and it's impossible to say no. He climbs into my bed in the mornings after his Daddy has gone to work and wraps his little arms around me and cuddles with me. He keeps us laughing. I adore him. <br />
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(Side Note: I went back and changed the title of this post from "Quickies" to "Not so Quickies". I think it was more fitting. )<br />
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My Cup Runneth Over<br />
~Shana~Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-63522498672386938302012-04-26T21:00:00.001-07:002012-04-26T21:00:03.577-07:00My life is an Alabama songYes, my life has become very similar to a certain Alabama song we all know, "I'm In A Hurry (And Don't Know Why)". The chorus, for those who don't know, goes as follows:<br />
I am in a hurry to get things done, I rush and rush until life's no fun<br />
All I really got to do is live and die, but I'm in a hurry and don't know why.<br />
<br />Sing it Alabama! How true, how true. I am really relating to this song today. This past week has been rush, rush, rush. I am going to try to slow it down this weekend and just enjoy life. Nothing like a country song to really make a point ;) <br />
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For those of you who are my Facebook friends, you may have seen my status update today. For those who aren't, this is what it said:<br />
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Thank you to the random person @ Loftin's who dumped<br />
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True story. That is what it said all day today. Sigh..Thanks a lot new Android that I don't know how to work yet.<br />
This is what it was supposed to say:<br />
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Thank you to the random person @ Loftins who dumped their entire bucket of crickets (bait) out by the door. <br />
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See the difference?!<br />
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The story is that someone, who is quite random, dumped their cage of crickets they had for bait out over to the side of the door. I walked through them and got attacked. OK, maybe that is a little dramatic considering they are crickets and not, I don't know, ferocious man eating bugs, but still. They JUMPED on me. They TOUCHED their nasty little legs to mine. EW! I detest crickets. I rank them above roaches, which I loathe, but below slugs which I only mildly dislike due to their sliminess. I would say that caterpillars or rolly polys are at the top of my list, ranked indifferent, due to the fact that they can't fly, run, hop, or jump at/on/around me. I hate a sneaky little roach that can fly or a grasshopper that jumps at me. I would even venture to say that I ALMOST like lady bugs. They are kind of cute and even though they fly, aren't really gross or menacing. Now a creepy mantis or beetle are menacing. Beetles are just bomb-divers. I had one bomb-dive into my hair once. I lost it!I watch them at my French doors sometimes when they fly directly at the door and bounce off. They are loud. They must be cruising when they hit. (Here's a hint, don't go towards the light guys) <br />
So back on track, these crickets jumped all over my feet and legs and I ran away screaming like a two year old little girl. Chuck always says I over react about a bug touching me. Maybe, maybe not but those crickets were creepers. <br />
I got some comments on the first status, as you can imagine, and I think it provided quite a few laughs over the course of the day. I know I laughed when Jessie called me and told me what my status said. Thanks a lot new Droid. I am still unsure how to work all of your modern-time, fandangled contraptions. All of these technologically advanced apps, etc are taking some getting used to. Yeah, I realize I am not 94 years old, but evey once in a while, I feel like it. What's that there texting machine do, anyhow?!<br />
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I did go on to explain the status, but not before many people saw it. Oh well, I am sure there have been more questionable statuses on the ole' FB world. <br />
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Today was quite a day. I started it out right, by having to dig in the toilet to fish out all of my makeup. It was quite special and a real great way to kick the day off right. I had my entire makeup bag, unzipped, sitting on the edge of the counter....Cue dramatic music...I proceeded to wash my hands with my very spastic self. One spastic arm movement later and crash! The whole bag, unzipped, face down, goes splashing into the blue water of the toilet bowl. I said, quite loudly, "You have got to be kidding me!". There was makeup all down in there. Well, what's a girl to do when all of her favorite makeup and brushes are down the toiletbowl-hole? Go fishing, that's what. It's not like I could just flush it all away anyway. It had to come out somehow and I darn sure wasn't ready to let go of all my good Clinique, Lorac, Nars, Dior, Tarte, Benefit, MakeUP Forever and Lancome makeup. I don't have enough money to go buy it all over again and I couldn't just leave it without a good college try. So, I rolled up my sleeve, closed my eyes, and took the plunge. I retreived it all and laid it all out to dry on the back of the toilet tank. I then washed my hands, quite thoroughly, and went out the door. I then had to tell Miss Anne, who works in the office with me, why there was a whole pallet of wet makeup and brushes laid out on the back of the toilet and sink and why my makeup bag was open and hanging upside down on the paper towel dispenser. I don't think she was super surprised. Should I be worried by that?<br />
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Oh, did I forget to mention that part? Yes, I was at work. I <strike>always</strike> *sometimes* run late for work so I take my makeup inside and slap a little on when I have a few free moments. Bad, I know. So yeah, it was a work toilet, with lots of people around. I know they all heard the crash followed by the exclamation..but no one asked any questions. Again, should I be worried by this?<br />
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In other news, I have a Blog Follower! Yay! Thanks so much, Cindy. I couldn't be happier to have a real live follower....Glad you like it :)<br />
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I have a follower!<br />
My Cup Runneth Over,<br />
~Shana~Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-34267877901005187082012-04-26T20:18:00.000-07:002012-04-30T23:08:08.313-07:00Please excuse me while I have a Jessie Spano MomentTime, time....there's never any time.....<br />
I'm so excited...I'm so excited....I'mmm soo scared...<br />
And poor Jessie Spanno from Saved By the Bell has an emotional breakdown. She can't even sing with Lisa and Kelly at The Max for the record producer. Screech has to fill in for her. I guess she should have listened to Slater when he told her not to keep taking those caffeine pills. But I can understand, I mean she was under a lot of pressure. She had to be perfect. Good grades, practice for every sport at Bayside and then some,Glee club, a singing career, friends, and a very draining relationship with Slater. That's a lot for any girl to keep up with, don't you think?<br />
Here is a link to a youtube video of this. Classic!!<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=bflYjF90t7c">http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=bflYjF90t7c</a><br />
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Alright for those of you who weren't a Saved By the Bell fanatic like I was, overlook the above. I grew up watching that show and will still watch it today if I just happen to be flipping through the channels and come across it and actually have time to waste. Ok, that never happens anymore...but I did watch it occasionally up until about 3 years ago. <br />
That episode just stuck with me because it showed the very real danger of becoming addicted to caffeine (believe me, I am, just not in pill form) and the stress a girl can be under to do it all and do it well. I am there. I feel very, very drained tonight. This week was a wonderful week, but was also very stressful and it is not over yet. Tomorrow is a full day. I have about 101 things to do to get ready for Garrison's Birthday party on Sunday. I have to clean the house, clean the yard, make cake pops, make cookie favors, make marshmallow pops, make "sunny sammies" (PB & J sandwiches in the shape of a sun) and do it all just right, of course.<br />
We did one year portraits, for which I made my very first homemade cake, two layers with real icing in the middle, that I made and dyed. I decorated with a real live icing bag and tips.It was the party colors of aqua and lemon yellow. I must pat myself on the back here, I think it turned out pretty well for a first attempt. Here are a couple of the pics Steph took. Wonderful job as always, Steph!!!<br />
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Of course, on top of all of this, we just go the results back from the ear culture Garrison had done and it is MRSA, staph infection. I was quite freaked out upon hearing this. It can be quite serious but luckily he has been on antibiotics for some time now even before it was determined to be MRSA, so that is very comforting. <br />
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I know the party will be great and everything will come together and we will enjoy it all, but this week's schedule just has me a tiny bit overwhelmed. (In other news, the fact that caffeine doesn't have the effect on me that it does on Jessie Span has me quite underwhelmed.)<br />
This week is going or will go as follows:<br />
T-ball Tuesday night followed by cake making and decorating 101 , Wednesday is Garrison's actual first birthday so rounding up of balloons for pictures, photo shoot with Stephanie, Birthday dinner with the whole family at our house, found out he had MRSA so Thursday went from being a work day for me to a Dr Appt day in Montgomery, Friday turned into a trip to Birmingham with both boys and Chuck to see the ENT, Saturday-Tait's birthday party in the morning, cleaning, baking and candle stick making all afternoon/evening, Garrison's Birthday PARTY Sunday, lots of prep and clean up with loads of fun with friends/family in between , follow up with ENT on Monday, and one last trip to Montgomery to the Dr and T-ball on Tuesday. <br />
Whew, that made me tired just writing it all :)<br />
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All of this to say that I feel like I am doing about 100 different things, being pulled in 10 different directions and not doing an of them truly to my best ability. I am spread a little too thin. But, believe me there is plenty of me to go around these days, what with all the dang Birthday cake and icing I have been <strike>hoovering </strike>testing. I will call it a week on this Wednesday and start over fresh on Thursday. I vow to not take any caffeine pills, I will only get my caffeine the good old-fashioned way through ice cold Coke and lots and lots of coffee, and to do my best at the truly important things, being a good wife and mother! <br />
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My Cup Runneth Over<br />
~Shana~Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-18605917850438775872012-04-13T00:07:00.002-07:002012-04-13T00:07:27.808-07:00Yeah, that just happenedI wish I could have sat down and typed this post out last night after returning from Prattville at 11 o'clock at night. I was extremely riled up about the events of the day and have since probably forgotten several details of extreme importance. Unfortunately, I had to get Garrison ready for bed, give him medicine, get him to sleep, unload everything from the car, unload and load the dishwasher, sweep the living room, and clean up an enormous pile of cheerios that were all over the bathroom floor from Garrison earlier that morning. (Whatever it takes to keep them entertained so moms can actually shower, right?) Apparently my dear Hubby either never went into our bathroom yesterday after returning home from work and before bed or he just chose to ignore them. I would have to put money on the latter because I am pretty sure he got a shower when he got home. <br />
I wonder if he even questioned the Cheerio explosion or if he just stepped around, over, and on top of it and just kept on trucking? <br />
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I will go ahead and issue my standard warning now....<br />
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This post will graphically describe Garrison's throw-up episode. I will spare no detail. It was kind of rough.....(As a side note, I am becoming more and more concerned about the number of my posts that start with a warning and/or disclaimer. )<br />
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Yesterday Garrison had to go back to see the pediatrician about his ears. After 10 days of antibiotic ear drops, his ears were no better. They were and are still draining and he is extremely congested and coughing. So we load up and head back to Prattville, where I had just been on Monday for Lawson's Dr appointment.Garrison cried the entire way there. It was only slightly nerve wrecking.<br />
Somehow I managed to get to Prattville early so we ran into Hobby Lobby. I had a whole list of things I needed to get for Garrison's birthday party so we took our time looking at everything. At 20 minutes until appointment time I head to the register where I am the last in a very, very long line. That is one of my pet peeves with my beloved Hobby Lobby. They are like Wal-Mart, only one register open and 20 people in line. Plus the clerks are usually as slow as cold molasses when it comes to ringing everything up. Especially if something needs to be wrapped in newspaper to keep from breaking. If you are at all in any kind of a hurry do not attempt to buy anything breakable. You WILL be late. Knowing there was no way I could pay and still make it to the doctor's office on time, I ask an employee if I can leave my full basket and come back after the appointment to get it all. Sure, no problem. Off we go.<br />
We see Dr. M and it is confirmed that GW's ears look awful and are still infected. She did a culture which the ENT requested to see what is causing the infections. Apparently we should hear back about the results tomorrow concerning staph, etc. but the fungal infection results take 4 weeks. Um, excuse me. We are looking at a possible fungal infection in my baby's ears? I have never even heard of that. Apparently it is not likely though. Thank the good Lord. <br />
After we leave the doctor we head on over to the pharmacy to pick up his new prescription as well as Lawson's Prevacid prescription. The only pharmacy in the vicinity that can compound it is The Medicine Shop in Prattville. Luckily I was there anyway. So we got all of that and head to Target to get formula, drop ins, night time diapers, nursery water, baby cereal, and about 10 other things we didn't need. I adore that store! <br />
We leave Target. Then it hits me, I never went back for all of my stuff and I really need to be getting some birthday stuff ready. Last stop, Hobby Lobby, again. Of course my buggy full of stuff had been put back. Great. I started rounding it all back up again but only had 15 minutes until closing time. Garrison, who is sitting in the seat part of the buggy, and I are cruising down the baking aisle grabbing lollipop molds, sticks, chocolate melts, whatever I can get my hands on in a hurry, when all of sudden Garrison starts to projectile vomit. It just kept coming....and coming....and coming. It was like a volcano eruption. Without a thought in my head, I do the typical "form a hand-cup under their mouth" and catch what little I can and start pushing the buggy towards the bathroom with my hip. There is a small break in the eruption which I use to try to find an employee to inform them of the situation since they are constantly announcing "Hobby Lobby is now closed" over the speakers. I am zooming towards the back while hollering "Excuse me. Anybody?" Then it starts again, a steady stream of throw up that douses me, him, the buggy, and the floor. I have all but given up on even trying to catch it. There is no hope. About that time I come across a man. He informs me that Hobby Lobby is closed. Umm, yeah, I got the memo. Apparently he is not too observant because he fails to recognize the fact that we, as well as the buggy and floor, are covered in puke. So, I tell him, "Yeah, I know but my baby just threw up all over and I need to go to the bathroom to clean him up." Ah ha! I see the light bulb come on. Now he sees it. He replies that these things happen with kids and to go ahead. Thank you, Captain Obvious. I inform him that there is quite a trail behind us, up one aisle and down the other. I can practically see the steam coming out of his ears. It was bad.<br />
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I finally make it to the bathroom where I start cleaning us up. First thing's first, un-cup my hands. EW! While I am undressing him a lady employee walks into the bathroom. Guess what her first remark is. "Did you know the store is closed?", with an accusing tone in her voice, like I planned to just spend the night there. I mean, did she think I had just been in the bathroom for the last 45 minutes of announcements? "Attention Customers: Hobby Lobby will close in 30 minutes....20 minutes....15...10..Please bring your final purchases to the front....5....2...All customers come to the front (I am pretty sure that one was addressed directly at me)...Hobby Lobby is now closed."<br />
I tell her the whole ordeal. Apparently the fact that I still had throw up on me, Garrison was naked, and the shopping cart was still covered did not give this away. I finally get myself cleaned off as well as the buggy. Garrison was a different story though. I had left the extra change of clothes that I always take with me in the car. Seriously? <br />
I head out of the bathroom with a naked-except-for-a-diaper Garrison buckled into a newly clean shopping cart with a set of throw up clothes in the back . Who should I meet upon exiting the restroom? Yet another young Hobby Lobby employee who informs me that the store is closed and apologizes for it. Yeah, believe me, I know. A young girl unlocks the front door for me and proceeds to follow me to my car to retrieve the lone buggy from me. She stands there as I unlock, unload Garrison and my purse and get him situated, then takes the buggy back inside. Awkward....Needless to say, I still didn't get to buy one single thing I went to Hobby Lobby for. <br />
I bet if you walked into the Employee Lounge of the Hobby Lobby in Prattville you would find a Most Wanted poster with a picture of me on it and a Reward. They all hated me. I was the Mom whose baby puked all over the store after closing, which means they all had to stay late. Oh, did I forget to mention that while I was cleaning Garrison up I kept just throwing toilet paper into the toilet and when I went to flush it was stopped up and overflowed? Yeah, it's true. <br />
That probably resulted in the addition of "Wanted Dead or Alive....Preferably Dead" to the wanted poster. <br />
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On the way home poor Garrison threw up a couple more times. I had to keep pulling over and cleaning him up. It was the worst trip home ever. Well, in truth, it ranked pretty high up there anyway. It is not the first time we have done that, either. It also took forever to get home. <br />
By the time I got home, I really, really wanted to just crash. But as I mentioned earlier, there is no rest for the weary (or the wicked as that song says, which may seem more fitting to all those poor Hobby Lobby folks)<br />
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I did get to go to Starbucks in Target, twice, where the Baristo (is that the female version of barista or did I just make up a word?!) commented on my being there twice and how that much coffee would stunt my growth. While I appreciate his concern, I do believe it may be a little too late to be concerned about that one. <br />
Starbucks White Mocha Frap and Raspberry White Mocha all during the same Target visit.... There is always a silver lining.<br />
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My cup runneth over<br />
~Shana~<br />
<br />Shanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14008670442854137024noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917597592124212243.post-73900053387355640672012-04-10T22:25:00.002-07:002012-04-10T22:25:25.797-07:00Doctor, doctor give me the newsYesterday we went back to see Dr. D in Prattville. We also went last Wednesday, the Friday before that, the week before that and the week before that one. I honestly can't remember a week this year that I didn't have to take one or both of my boys to a Dr's appointment. With Garrison's well check ups, Lawson's recurring strep throat, Garrison's ear infections and tubes, a couple of sinus infections, a case of viral croup for each of them, Garrison's upper respiratory infection and another double ear infection, and Lawson's stomach troubles, we have pretty much lived at the doctor's office. We may not be able to pay for our own kids to go college but Dr. D's two children should be just fine.<br />
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As I have said before, I feel like Dr. D is one of my closest friends. I am genuinely worried that she and her nurses are starting to question my poor childrens' home life because they are sick so much. I promise, we are relatively clean. Sure Garrison would rather eat off the floor than a plate and Lawson informed me Monday, very matter-of-factly, "Mom, I eat boogers now" but we aren't Hoarders material or anything. Our wood floors could always use a good sweeping and steaming and our bathrooms could definitely benefit from a thorough scrub down more often, but we aren't gross. (Does it sound like I am trying to convince myself to you? Yeah, me too )<br />
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I feel like my boys should be living in a plastic bubble. Yup, they should both be bubble boys. Does anyone know where I can find one? I am pretty much willing to try anything at this point. <br />
Around here, especially at night, the sound of coughing is almost like hearing crickets. It is just so common. No one sleeps and one or the other or both boys are on some kind of medication. <br />
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Warning: I am going to get a little whiny and pitiful for a minute. Feel free to skip ahead if this is a problem for you. I try not to complain but sometimes it gets the best of me....<br />
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For those (all one of you) who don't already know, we had to take Lawson to the ER Friday. This was the worst episode of stomach pains he has had so far. For the past 6 weeks or so he has complained of a stomach ache off and on. He wouldn't eat much and at times would either vomit or have an upset stomach. Sometimes both. We talked to Dr. D and she seemed to think it was an ulcer due to the surgery, anasthesia, and all of the antibiotics Lawson has been on recently. She gave us a list of things that would make it worse and should be avoided and things that would help. Lawson is a picky eater and some of the only things he will eat are on the "No" side. Pizza, fried foods, high-fat foods such as pop-tarts, etc and anything with tomato sauce to name a few. On the good side was yogurt and bread. Yeah, I am sure that will be fun for a 3 year old. But there doesn't really seem to be too much rhyme or reason to when it is worse or better. <br />
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Friday night broke my heart into a million pieces. I promise, it shattered it. My poor, sweetheart of a boy woke up screaming in pain while clutching his stomach. All he could do was roll around on his bed holding his tummy and cry. All Chuck and I could do was try to hold him and tell him he was OK. I won't lie, I silently cried as I rubbed his back and tried to soothe him. After the second time he awoke like this and didn't stop, we decided to take him to the emergency room. Garrison was asleep, as it was 11:30 at night, so I called Jessie to come over to stay with him. It is so nice to have friends and family that we can call on when we need help. THANKS JESS!!!<br />
By the time the Doctor arrived the pain had eased and Lawson was asleep. They took X-rays, took blood, checked his appendix, and then gave him some medicine for his stomach and told us to check back in with our Pediatrician Monday. So we did. They took more blood, ran the labs, and checked his tummy for any masses or abnormalities. Everything came back fine except the fact that he has developed a sinus infection, which he is on MORE antibiotics for. The game plan is for him to take Prevacid every day, stick to a restrictive diet and see how he does. If he has another episode or doesn't show improvement while on it, we'll have to go see a Pediatric GI. I almost don't know how I feel about it. In a way I want to just go ahead and see a specialist and get an answer but on the other hand, I don't want him to have to go through all the testing that has to be done before we can be referred to a GI and all the things that the GI will have to do. I am not sure how I feel right now.<br />
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I do know that I am sad, though. I am so sad that my poor boy had to miss his second T-ball game ever because he is sick, again. I am sad that he missed his best buddy's 2nd Birthday party on Saturday as well as an Easter egg hunt because he was sick. I am sad that he has missed so many days of 3 Pre-K this year because of all the strep throat he has had. I am still a little sad that he had to miss his class Halloween party because he was having his tonsils and adenoids removed. But mostly I am sad that he has had to have so many meds that it may have messed up his digestive system to the point that he will have to take medicine for it. Ironic or what?? He isn't having the "typical" childhood that I want for him. I know no one wants their child to be sick ever but my poor guy stays sick. My poor little bubble boy. Well, really my poor little bubble BOYS. I do love them more than anything, though. I believe that they will get well soon, too. <br />
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I get down about it and then immediately scold myself for even thinking that way. There are so many children out there who are having to go through chemo right now. There are lots of children who won't get to have a typical childhood experience because they have to practically live in a hospital. There are tons of parents out there who probably wish strep throat and ulcers were their biggest concern. Compared to so many, my boys are super healthy. Believe me, I thank God for this every single day! <br />
But it's OK to be a little sad for them, right?<br />
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Even though my sons have more than their fair share of sickness, we are blessed beyond measure!<br />
They are not fighting for their lives while so many others are. <br />
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My cup runneth over!<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">~Shana~</span><br />
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