About Me

I am a proud wife and mother, and a born again Christian. I work from home as a writer while taking care of Miss N, our six-year-old, Miss M, our four-year-old and Miss C, our newest bundle of joy. Life is crazy but so much fun!

Monday, October 26, 2009

Oh the Fighting

Growing up my brother and I fought. A lot. We fought all the time for parent's attention and because he was just plain annoying. I, of course, was perfect (just kidding!) Oh and then there was the he-is-better-than-me-at-everything jealousy issue.
Joey and I are over five years apart in age. I kind of thought that was part of the reason we fought. When I was in High School, he was in elementary. When I was in elementary, he was a baby. We had little in common.

That's why I wanted my children to be relatively close in age. I thought that 28 months apart was a good spread.

These two little girls, my little angels.

They fight. A lot. All. of. the.time.

Here is what a typical afternoon is like in my home:

I get out the toy or activity of the day and settle them in to play. Natalie sees what Megan has and the conversation goes like this:

N: I wish I hand _____ like Megan (approaches Megan to grab said item)

M: SCREAMMMMMMM

N: Megan, stop that!

M: (snatches back toy)

N: MEGAN! Don't DO THAT! NO MEGAN! MOMMMMMYYYYYYY!

M: SCREAMMMMMMM

N: MEGAN! I HAD THAT FIRST!

M: SCREAMMMMM grab toy and run

Often Megan instigates the fight by getting in Natalie's business. She will push down the tower Natalie is bulding or destroy the circle of animals that my slightly OCD preschooler is so carefully construction. She will grab the coloring page and have it ripped to pieces before Mommy can interviene.

I have taught Natalie to share with her sister. She really does try. Let's say she has her ponies out. She will pick two and give them to Megan. Megan wants the ones that are in Natalie's hand, and she will grab them.
Grabbing a toy someone is playing with is not appropriate behavior, so I take the toy back, give it to Natalie, and tell Megan "You may not grab what sister is playing with. Here is another pony." This prompts Megan to scream a blood-curling scream in my ear (this is not crying, it's screaming and it hurts my eardrum (literally). She gets put in her crib for screaming. She cries for a long time while Natalie rolls on the floor in agony holding her ears and yelling at me to make Megan stop screaming.

Finally Megan stops screaming and I get her out, calmly telling her that she may not scream. Then, the cycle starts again. Although sometimes Natalie starts it by taking what Megan has.

Seriously, how do you teach a 15 month old to share? Am I asking too much of her for her age? It's not right for her to take whatever Natalie is playing with, and I don't think Natalie should be forced to play by herself in her room just because her sister is the same size as her but too young to understand sharing.

These posts have helped me but I am still working on implementing ideas into our home.



I pray that my girls will grow up having a good relationship. I need wisdom in this one.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Things I Learned on Vacation Part II

We just returned from a trip to see my grandparents and parents in Missouri. Here are the things I learned. Part 1 was written in August.

1. It will take the entire nine hours of the trip to watch one two-hour movie. (for mommy)

2. My tummy looks old (so says Natalie)

3. Grandma and Grandpa live in a really big house (so says Natalie)

4. A makeover at the mall takes a lot longer than 15 to 20 minutes.

5. Murphy's Law dictates that the time when a relative is offering to buy my girls Gymboree clothing, that makeover at the mall will make it impossible to come to fruition because we will run out of time.

6. Megan knows how to go down the stairs fairly safely, but mommy still gets nervous.

7. Wasp stings hurt a lot and create large welts. They hurt enough for a grown man to throw off his shirt in mixed company. Just ask Tim.

8. The chance to see my children with my grandparents is priceless.


9. Working while on vacation stinks but is a huge blessing - few people have jobs they can do wherever they are!

10. Outdoor family pictures with a real photographer who just may have been my Spanish teacher at one time are well worth the price. Especially when you do enough families that you can split the cost :). (Pictures coming soon or you can see them here)

11. Getting a three year old and one year old who have colds and didn't nap to cooperate with said picture session will be more difficult than you think.

12. Allowing children to take ratty teddy bears to portrait sessions could be a mistake lending itself to many photographs with said lovey in them and a few photographs with tears.

13. Pumpkins are only made for patting and sitting on. They do not taste good. Especially little green ones that look a lot like apples. Just ask Megan - they are not apples. She would not advise taking a small bite out of it.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Getting to Know Megan

My friend Janna put these items on her blog about her one-year-old, so I decided to copy her idea. Sometimes I think my blog revolves around my more vocal child, so here is a chance to get to know Miss Megan a little better!

Dancing Style: I love to get jiggy, and I can bounce with the best of them. I think I am getting some good jumps in, but mommy says my feet are still firmly planted on the floor. Sometimes I get some arm motion any. "The wipers on the bus go swish swish swish!"



Eating with a Spoon: I must have a spoon or fork when I am eating. Mommy doesn't give me many liquidy foods since I refuse to wear a bib, but I've got the fork thing down pat!

Philosophy of Shoes: I love shoes. Sometimes I walk around the house with a doll's shoe on my toes. If I cannot get the shoe on myself, I will throw it at mommy and stick my foot in her face until she does it for me.

Daily Mission: the day starts with finding the doggies and feeding them my cheerios. Once mommy puts a stop to that, I spend the rest of the day climbing anything and everything. Did you know the other day I was standing in my mommy's bay window! Nothing stops me, but sometimes I can't figure out how to get down.


Bath time Objective: Avoid getting my hair washed at all costs. Bath is great, until mommy starts dumping water on my head. Seriously, mom, boogers in the pigtails aren't that big of a deal, are they?

Beverages: I'm not giving up on mommy's milk too easily. Otherwise, I'm a water girl. Sometimes mommy puts a little juice in my cup and I really love that!

Phones: You can't fool me with fake phones. I've gotta have the real thing. I'm glad mommy got a Magic Jack so I can play with that phone when she unplugs it.

Playing Mommy: Put baby in the stroller, put a blanket (or pair of pants, or sister's panties, or socks, or whatever cloth item I can find) around the baby, pat her on the head, and get moving!

Church Nursery: I like to make mommy feel bad by screaming loud enough for the entire church to hear. As soon as she's out of sight, I get right to playing with my new best buddy Reagan. She pulls my pigtails, though, which I'm not thrilled about. We're still working on our pecking order I think.

Food: I love it. You don't get to 30 pounds before you are 18 months if you don't! My favorite foods are grapes, cheese, and apples. Cheerios and Goldfish are great for snacks. If I don't have my eggs in the morning, I am not a happy camper. When I'm hungry, I either follow mommy around like a little puppy dog or climb up in my booster seat and wait for her to get the picture.

Animals: I love animals. Sometimes mommy takes me to the petting zoo and I just squeal in delight. I really love it when the goats lick my fingers, which makes mommy cringe.


Talking: I am never quiet. Quiet is boring. I'm still working on my words. Mommy and Dadda I have down pat, although Mommy is the preferred word most days. I have figured out if I say "mo" (more) people give me food. Yumm, food. I love doggies and they are "grrrrs" to me.


Reading Books: Mommy and Daddy read to me at bedtime. At nap time I half listen to sister's story while exploring her very exciting room. Sometimes I get bit by the bookworm and find whatever book is available and throw it at mommy with all my might. I'm always anxious to know what happens, though, and often skip ahead to get on with the story. Books about animals are my favorite. I like to growl at them.

Wanna play? I'm ready and waiting! All 30 pounds of me,but don't try to take my toy or I will scream at you!

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Watch us grow!

Every year I get the girls' pictures taken at the pumpkin patch. Enjoy a little trip down memory lane!

Natalie's first Pumpkin Patch trip - One year old
Two Years Old
Three Years Old

Megan, three months old
Megan, one year old

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Daddy's Birthday


My wonderful husband and our adorable girls.

Yesterday was Tim's birthday. He spent the day working and helping me clean the house. I have such a good man. I am so thankful for the godly helpmate God blessed me with. We have been through a few things recently as a family that have allowed me to see his character a little better, and I am blessed. I love you babe!

Being Daddy's birthday and Natalie being older now, I decided to see if she had any ideas about his present. I asked her what she wanted to get daddy for his birthday.

"Candy."

"That's a good idea, Natalie. Do you think we should get him anything else"

N: "Candy, and a shirt."

Me: "What kind of shirt?"

N: "A t-shirt."

Me: "What color?"

N: "Gray. That's what Daddy likes is Gray."

So that was it. She never let go of the idea either. Candy and a shirt. Then a few days later we were driving and out of the blue she said, "MandMandMandMs. That's hard to say, Mommy. MandMandMandM's - how do you say it?"

Me: "Do you mean M & M's?"

N: "Yes, M & M's. The crunchy kind with the peanuts. That what Dad likes. That what we should get."

I took her shopping with me and was fortunate enough to find a gray t-shirt even though it's October. We bought it. I also let her pick out Daddy's card. Here is what she picked:
No, she did not want the one with the cute puppy on it that was "to Daddy from his little girl." She wanted this:

When he opened it, she told him "It has Super Guys on it Daddy!"

I think Tim had a fun birthday.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Poop Patrol

With Natalie's recent tummy issues, I am in the process of collecting some stool samples. The doctor (and I) do not think that it is an infection, but we must rule out the possibility. This has led to an interesting conversation in the bathroom.

I told Natalie to tell me when she needs to do the deed because I have to catch it, but I failed to tell her how I was going to catch it. I was doing the dishes in the kitchen when I hear "Oh no, mommy, you forgot to catch my poop!"

I run in there to find a couple of little poos in the potty. "Do you have more poop?" I ask.

My bare-bottomed babe doesn't answer. Instead, she points to the potty and says, "Scoop it up mommy!"

Trying to keep a straight face, I show her the "hat" and explain that the poop cannot touch the pee so she has to poop into the special potty seat.

I then ask again if she has more poop, to which she replies proudly, Yes!

we equip the potty with the seat, and she does the deed. It makes a satisfying "plunk" sound as it hits the plastic. "It said plop!" says my sweet child.

Then, she decides she wants to watch me put the present in the vial. Lots of questions. She wants to help. I calmly explain she cannot help because the liquid in the vial is poison. Then, sadly, since we did not get the first round of poo, I have to inform her that there is not enough poo in the vial. "Do you have any more?" I ask. "Yes!" she replies and promptly sits back on the potty.

I am cleaning up the area (thoroughly, don't worry!) when I look over. My little darling is sitting on the potty turning beet red trying to push out another present for her mommy. I reassure her we can wait until tomorrow, so I guess my job on poop detail is not yet over.

Although I must say, I would rather collect poop this way than scrape it out of a diaper using a plastic spoon, as I have had to do so many times in the past. Yeah for potty trained kids!