When you forget to turn the spaghetti noodles to low and boil the water out?
Needless to say we at peanut butter and jelly tonight with blueberries and apples. Oh, and it was just a small amount of noodles - only enough for Anna Grace and Dean; not a 4 quarts of water amount.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Seasoned Mom vs 1st Time Mom
A first time mom would have a change of clothes in the diaper bag - and maybe even an extra shirt for herself.
A seasoned mom would roll with the punches of the day without hesitation.
A first time mom would panic a little.
A seasoned mom would laugh it off.
Today we had a busy morning. When we got to MDO to pick up Anna Grace I had a hunch it might be time for a diaper change for Caleb. I was prepared for that - having the rare forethought to grab the diaper bag before leaving the house earlier. I thought my arm felt a little damp as I headed to one of the little people rooms with a changing pad. When I laid him down I realized it was time for some action and quick. As I thought through a plan of action and what I had in the diaper bag I realized I was not really prepared for a blow-out. Even if I had a change of clothes in the bag for him it would have been a onsie and that would not have been appropriate for the cool weather.
So I changed his diaper and put his clothes back on him. His clothes weren't so bad. But for some reason the arm of my shirt was green - it was a green shirt to start with thankfully but the two arms were now different shades of green.
No big deal I thought. I can live with this for a few minutes. We raced off to get Anna Grace and head to the grocery store - all 4 of us - yet as I walked back down the hall my arm no longer felt damp; it now felt full out wet. I laughed with a friend commenting that "green was in thankfully" and was off to load the car and go to the store.
Yet when I put him back in his seat and looked down at my arm I realized somehow it was now unbearable. Well it would not have been but I had to go to the store remember. So again I thought what can I do?
I strapped all three into their seats and ran back inside. This time I asked the teachers if I could borrow the restroom. When they saw my arm, they asked if I needed anything. Not to worry, I had a plan. This morning God providentially had me throw on 2 shirts instead of a jacket. I took the long sleeve off leaving the short sleeve with very little and very discreet poop on.
We headed to the store. I managed to buy a week's worth of groceries in about 20 minutes - probably because I was freezing in my summer shirt and no jacket. We came back home; changed Caleb's clothes and tucked everyone in for their nap/rest time.
I really wanted to start cooking dinner - Neal's dad is coming since he is solo this week - so I would have time to straighten up the house. I just could not shake the disgusting feeling I had not only on my arm but really all over. It seems that the baby wipe bath I took on my arms while in the car waiting my turn to pull out of the school parking lot and a new clean shirt was not enough. I decided a shower was in order.
So where does that leave me? Blogging instead of cooking and cleaning. No extra clothes in the diaper bag like a FTM yet not able to roll though the day with a disinfected arm. No panic at any point and originally laughing at the situation yet not able to keep the light-hearted feelings and insisting on a shower. I guess I am not a FTM or a seasoned mom; I am somewhere in the middle and considering the day and it's circumstances I am okay with that.
A seasoned mom would roll with the punches of the day without hesitation.
A first time mom would panic a little.
A seasoned mom would laugh it off.
Today we had a busy morning. When we got to MDO to pick up Anna Grace I had a hunch it might be time for a diaper change for Caleb. I was prepared for that - having the rare forethought to grab the diaper bag before leaving the house earlier. I thought my arm felt a little damp as I headed to one of the little people rooms with a changing pad. When I laid him down I realized it was time for some action and quick. As I thought through a plan of action and what I had in the diaper bag I realized I was not really prepared for a blow-out. Even if I had a change of clothes in the bag for him it would have been a onsie and that would not have been appropriate for the cool weather.
So I changed his diaper and put his clothes back on him. His clothes weren't so bad. But for some reason the arm of my shirt was green - it was a green shirt to start with thankfully but the two arms were now different shades of green.
No big deal I thought. I can live with this for a few minutes. We raced off to get Anna Grace and head to the grocery store - all 4 of us - yet as I walked back down the hall my arm no longer felt damp; it now felt full out wet. I laughed with a friend commenting that "green was in thankfully" and was off to load the car and go to the store.
Yet when I put him back in his seat and looked down at my arm I realized somehow it was now unbearable. Well it would not have been but I had to go to the store remember. So again I thought what can I do?
I strapped all three into their seats and ran back inside. This time I asked the teachers if I could borrow the restroom. When they saw my arm, they asked if I needed anything. Not to worry, I had a plan. This morning God providentially had me throw on 2 shirts instead of a jacket. I took the long sleeve off leaving the short sleeve with very little and very discreet poop on.
We headed to the store. I managed to buy a week's worth of groceries in about 20 minutes - probably because I was freezing in my summer shirt and no jacket. We came back home; changed Caleb's clothes and tucked everyone in for their nap/rest time.
I really wanted to start cooking dinner - Neal's dad is coming since he is solo this week - so I would have time to straighten up the house. I just could not shake the disgusting feeling I had not only on my arm but really all over. It seems that the baby wipe bath I took on my arms while in the car waiting my turn to pull out of the school parking lot and a new clean shirt was not enough. I decided a shower was in order.
So where does that leave me? Blogging instead of cooking and cleaning. No extra clothes in the diaper bag like a FTM yet not able to roll though the day with a disinfected arm. No panic at any point and originally laughing at the situation yet not able to keep the light-hearted feelings and insisting on a shower. I guess I am not a FTM or a seasoned mom; I am somewhere in the middle and considering the day and it's circumstances I am okay with that.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Quotables by Dean
The scene: Dean - who happens to be pantsless after his recent trip to the potty- sitting on the top of the steps beside me.
me: Dean, do you know why I took the candy away from you?
Dean: Yeah. You took it away from me.
me: Why?
Dean: (with a very thoughtful, confused expression) You...you...well...be-tuze...(now taking the time to point at me as he continues)...You know why, Mama.
me: Dean, do you know why I took the candy away from you?
Dean: Yeah. You took it away from me.
me: Why?
Dean: (with a very thoughtful, confused expression) You...you...well...be-tuze...(now taking the time to point at me as he continues)...You know why, Mama.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Anna Grace has an announcement to make
I know I am long over due for some posting. Sorry about that. It is feast or famine around here when it comes to blogging. Our schedule lately has not been conducive to much time spent at the computer. However, Anna Grace's announcement is so big that I had to make the time today for this one.
While up at the church this morning she made a Thanksgiving turkey. Each feather says what she is thankful for. It reads, I am thankful for...
I read it while walking out of the church and stopped dead in my tracks to ask, "Anna Grace, who is your sister?!?" She did not have an answer for me. We got a big kick out of it and hope she is not a little prophetess.
While up at the church this morning she made a Thanksgiving turkey. Each feather says what she is thankful for. It reads, I am thankful for...
mommy
toys
books
my sister
toys
books
my sister
I read it while walking out of the church and stopped dead in my tracks to ask, "Anna Grace, who is your sister?!?" She did not have an answer for me. We got a big kick out of it and hope she is not a little prophetess.
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