It’s my dad’s 65th birthday today and the first one I’m celebrating without him. I would have baked him a huge chocolate cake and my kids would have helped him blow out the candles, inevitably getting their spit all over the cake. It makes me sad that this isn’t how we get to spend his birthday anymore but I’m happy I have all the memories from birthdays past. I carry him with me in my heart and I’m trying really hard to keep him alive in the hearts of my children as well. I know he loved us all more than we could ever know. So, happy birthday, dad. We miss you.
Yesterday Odin played the best game of hide and seek he’s ever played, only he didn’t know he was playing and I wasn’t having any fun searching for him.
Having just put Ela to sleep, on a whim I decided I should use the hour I had before my eye doctor appointment to vacuum and wipe down my truck. Odin stomped upstairs and I let him go play or whatever it was he was planning to do and recruited Lil to help.
A little ways into our cleaning I sent Lil in to play with Ela who had woken up, most certainly thanks to her brother. On the monitor I heard and saw my two girls playing together in the crib. It was sweet and gave me the extra time I needed to finish cleaning my truck.
Eventually Ela made it known that she did not want to play with her sister anymore and demanded that her mother make an appearance. I obliged, directed Lil to get her shoes while I fed Ela a quick snack and then insisted Lil go find her brother so we could get our butts on the road.
She yelled for him and threatened that we were going to leave without him if he didn’t come right away.
No Odin appeared.
I told her to go search the rooms.
No Odin was discovered.
I started to get a little worried. I put Ela into her car seat and ran around the outside of the house and then up my back deck stairs calling O’s name, each time more frantic than the last. Lil was picking up on my panic and anxiously followed me room to room.
He wasn’t in my room, my closet or my bathroom. He wasn’t under Lil’s bed or in her large amour. He wasn’t behind Ela’s crib or behind the rocking chair.
So where the heck was my sweet boy? Snuggling his lovies fast asleep in his very own bed, of course!
We breathed a collective sigh of relief, giggled our anxiety away and geared up to go.
I don’t think I would have been so nervous but I noticed Dragon, Odin’s beloved dog and sidekick, was hanging out with the girls and I was afraid O had left the house without his dog. It would be out of character but not out of the question. I’m just glad my little guy was safe and sound though I’m certain that incident just took 2 years off my life!
I know I’m not the first person to have this happen to them. So what’s your story? How’d your kid unintentionally scare the bejesus out of you?
Lil attends a fantastic preschool. I absolutely love it there. At this school one child is responsible for bringing the snack and a bouquet of fresh cut flowers for the week. Essestially you end up bringing the snack and flowers two or three times per year. This week was our week. Sunday evening Lilly’s daddy went to the store to get the instructed snack items.
He forgot the flowers.
After the kids were asleep he went back to the store and came home with these:
When I saw the flowers I was like, “Dang! Are those for me or the preschoolers?”
They were for the preschoolers. He said he just couldn’t get himself to buy the 2 for $5 bouquets because they weren’t very pretty so he had to buy a $15 bouquet instead.
And then I confiscated them.
In the morning, after admiring my new flowers, the kids and I left the house 20 minutes early (which is significant when the normal departure time is 8am!) and hit up the store for another bouquet of flowers. I let Lilly pick. As it happened, she walked right up to the preschool-appropriate bouquet of neon daisies and said, “Ooh! I want these!”
And all the Bailey gals were happy.
Lilly is enjoying her flowers every day at school and I am enjoying my confiscated bouquet of roses and Lilys every day at home. Now every time I look at them I laugh remembering how they came to be mine.
It was 8:15pm in the Bailey household. That’s about 45 minutes past bedtime but the kids and I were at a friend’s house so we rolled in late. Their dad met us at home (a few beers deep) and after everyone was settled in he initiated the bedtime routine which involves putting on pjs, brushing teeth, reading a story and snuggling in bed before going to sleep. It’s quite a process but it gets the kids geared up, or down rather, for bed. Tonight, however, things went a little differently.
The first thing that happened was that Daddy turned into an ogre.
Then my oldest two turned into elves.
So as I was downstairs feeding the cereal monster her pre-bed feast…
…I heard the Ogre seeking out the elves in hopes that he could nibble their toes and gobble up the rest of them. I heard shrieks and cries, stomping and scampering. Essentially the polar opposite of what bedtime is suppose to be like. Instead of relaxed children ready for a peaceful slumber I had a jacked up four year old and a scared shitless two year old who was basically hysterical because the creepy ogre-man who use to be his daddy was out to get him.
I shouted upstairs something to the effect of, “Really!?! That’s not going to help his night terrors and it’s already past bedtime!”
“Hunny, I got this!” was his curt reply.
Honestly though, I couldn’t help but crack up as Ela was spitting her cereal in my face. Life certainly is entertaining, I thought, Now where’s my glass of wine?!?
I have to give my husband props though. He’s a pro at turning around the kids’ attitudes and snaping them out of one emotion and instigating a new one. He’s much better at that than I am. Seeing that his little elf boy was freaked, daddy ogre recruited him to team Ogre and together they feasted on the girl elf. Little ogre was sent to get the salt and pepper to season their captive and then sent back once more for ketchap and hot sauce. One minute my boy was sobbing and the next he was shrieking with delight.
I was exhausted just listening to the goings on upstairs. All too soon (for the kids) play time was over and it was time for stories and a snuggle. I scoffed at the idea that these children, who were just on an adrenaline and emotional high (or low) would go willingly to sleep. But to sleep they went and without protest. I suppose if I was exhausted from just listening to their antics they must have been wipped out from participating in them.
So having put two of our three children successfully to bed I made the daddy ogre put our cereal monster to bed too. And ya know what… She went right to sleep! Go figure.
Seems like daddy ogre just earned himself a new job!
Sleep well y’all!!! (We’ll see if my two year old does…)
This little lady had her first bite of cereal yesterday.
And by cereal I mean boob milk with a little rice cereal added in. The directions on the box suggested I mix 1 Tbsp with 4-5 Tbsp breastmilk or water. The stuff was so soupy that it hardly stayed on the spoon after just 3 Tbsp of milk so I added a bit more cereal and ditched the directions. The kid would have done better with a straw. Especially since she insisted on eating with her chin on her chest and her hands in her face.
There was more cereal on her than in her. But that’s how it goes.
And as soon as we were done eating she decided she wasn’t messy enough and did this
There’s just something about that Bumbo chair that does it for her.
I hope your feeding sessions are going more smoothly than ours!
**Yes I realize that the Bumbo chair has been recalled and yes I still use the shit out of it in a supervised manner (no pun intended).
She sleeps pretty well, except for today, and for that I am really greatful. However, today she decided she wanted to party all day long. I was on to her plan early and tried to put the kabosh on it but she all but flipped me the bird when I tried to put her down. 3 10 minute naps were all she’d allow today despite my best efforts. Baby: 1 Mommy: 0
But really, I can’t complain because when she’s not sleeping she’s doing this
Now that I think of it, she found her tounge today which may be why she didn’t want to nap. She was having too much fun sticking it out at me all day long.
Whatever her reasons were for not napping, she really is the best baby!
As for her siblings, I think they know she’s now in the running to be “the favorite” and are doing their best to solidify their hold on what they assume has been theirs all along.
As you can see, I’m raising a bunch of goons and I love it even though they exhaust me!
I had a giant zucchini and a butt load of carrots on my hands the other day and decided I needed to make something tasty out of them. I did a little search online and decided on this Zucchini Carrot Muffins Recipe | Taste of Home Recipes.
I’m so happy I did because in just 3 days I’ve made two batches of the muffins and they don’t last long. The first batch lasted just 14 hours (that includes overnight sleeping hours) and the second batch is half gone and I made them this afternoon. They come out so moist they might as well be called cupcakes.
I adjusted the recipe a little based on my likes and omitted some ingredients because I simply didn’t have them. That’s the great thing about the recipe, you can adjust it and it still comes out wonderful every time (so far at least!)
My alterations included omitting the coconut and orange peel, substituting walnuts for the almonds and adding a dash or two of nutmeg and cloves. You may be thinking, “Hey! You just totally changed the recipe!” and you’re pretty much correct but I don’t care because they taste awesome. They’re great to grab for breakfast, a snack or as dessert and now that apples, carrots and zucchini are in abundance it’s a great recipe to have on hand.
Give ’em a try. You won’t regret it!