The first to go… my hipbones

27 Jun

When I fell pregnant with my son I was about 6 or 7 lbs heavier than I am now – due to the lifestyle my husband and I had. Lots of delicious beer and wine was being consumed and very little care about how many calories I was ingesting or how bloated I was all the time.

This time I was running frequently and only having a half a beer maybe once a week. Never felt bloated or chunky (also due to the fact that I only got one period between pregnancies). That all changed. I feel like overnight my hipbones have disappeared! 

I am not overly skinny but my hipbones have always been prominent and bony. Right now you wouldn’t know I had hipbones even if you went looking for them. 

At 8.5 weeks we can check that off the list. Bye bye…. maybe I’ll see them again in 18 months….

Why I haven’t written

19 Jun

Its difficult to think about anything when you’re laying on the couch all day cursing. I haven’t been feeling well.

A few weeks ago we found out there will be another member of the family come the end of January. As elated as we were – this was earlier than expected and I was unprepared for the weeks of nausea and headaches. 

Today I’m feeling slightly better as I’ve been forcing myself to choke down food every half hour. I remember not understanding how people could do this more than once when I was pregnant with my son – and here we are.  The nausea is really inconvenient.

I watch my husband eat whatever he wants and glare at him because I can hardly manage dry toast. Men simply do the deed and are off the hook for 9 months while us women suffer. Seems unfair.

Anyways that’s my soap box for the day… leta hope this is the begining of the end of the morning sickness.

To my Dad

17 Jun

Dear Dad–

Now that I am older and have a family of my own I would like to say thank you. Thank you for showing me your exitement when you were proud, and your dissapointment when you knew I could do better. I didn’t know then what I know now – and I realize how hard it is to raise a family.

I would also like to say thank you for all your hard work and dedication to my mother. It was because of your work-ethic, paired with moms savvy accounting that she was able to stay home with us and raise us. I know what a loving marriage looks like because of how you treat my mom.

All the hours spent in the hot sun ‘busting hump’ – learning that nothing in life is handed to you – I thank you for. I have a good work ethic because of you. As much as I always wanted to sleep in on Saturdays I wouldn’t trade my lessons learned for a few more hours of sleep.

There are many things I want to thank you for but am now at a loss for words. So I will simply end with thank you for all you have taught me, I hope to teach my children everything you’ve taught me.

I love you – Happy Fathers Day

Booger-Picking Good Time

4 Jun

Recently my son has taken up the hobby of picking his nose. I will admit – I think its hilarious. But of course good parents don’t laugh hysterically when their children pick their nose – they gently tell the child it isn’t socially acceptable. I am apparently not mature enough to deal with this kind of thing yet. Can I get a big HAHAHA!

Maybe its just me… but I find it funny that he runs around the house picking his nose. I do know why he does it though – my husband is constantly picking his own nose (that is not funny.. because he’s not 1 1/2). This evening he even fell asleep while picking his nose. I can’t make this up! He laid in bed picking his nose and once he got bored he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I’m sure as with everything else that he will grow out of this. Of course I did correct him when he tried to eat his boogers – that’s gross – but otherwise I’m sure it’s just a phase.

Laying down the law

23 May

**drum roll please**

Its official. “I ain’t takin no crap no more!” Horrible english language aside – it is true. I’m done with the tantrums and the fits. Guess who reigns supreme here baby? Thats right. You can call me Warden. From now until my son turns 18, I am going to run this house with an iron fist! And did I mention chocolate?

Ha Ha

Ok all joking aside, someone has apparently had too much sugar before sitting down at the computer… But I decided a few days ago that it was time for some “house rules”. They were carefully selected and posted on the fridge (which means its official) and so far we have been trying to abide by these rules.

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1. If you HIT, you SIT

My reasoning behind this one is this: my son doesn’t sit still and therefore I’m not going to try time out. Sounds like too much of a headache and I just don’t want to deal. What I have come up with is that the minute he hits, bites, screams, or just in general does something naughty he is to sit down and we talk about what just happened and why it is unacceptable. So far it has been working, the effectiveness of this will be shown in about 5 years.

2. Food is to be eaten, you have one chance per meal

I am SICK of picking up food from the floor. Yes I know children need to explore textures and blah blah blah – I’m done with it. If he wants to explore textures – we will do that with play dough and sand. So the minute something gets dumped, out of the seat – meal time is over.

3. Unless you are playing catch, toys are not to be thrown.

My son has quite an arm on him. He can throw a further than you’d think and with surprisingly good aim. That being said – I’m tired of getting pelted from behind by sharp plastic toys.

4. Pick up your mess

My husband has already called me out on this rule – pointing at the fridge and flailing about saying I broke my own rule. Ok. This one I made to hopefully get us all in the routine of picking up toys before bedtime. Or some point… it’s no secret that I’m a bit of a mess all the time. But I clean constantly to try to remedy that – it’s the ‘routine’ I’m trying to emphasis here.

5. Hugs and Kisses are always welcome 🙂

I don’t want all the rules to be horrible. I don’t believe we need many, and its fun to have a rule that’s just silly. Of course hugs and kisses are always welcome!

There you have it – we have officially crossed from innocent baby to rambunctious toddler in 2.0 seconds. Some day – he will thank me.

The terrible twos have arrived

19 May

Is it just me or does this misnomer suck? The ” terrible twos” leads you to believe that from age 2 – 3 your child will throw many tantrums. This is inaccurate where the B is concerned. From the 12 month mark up until now we have been knocking on the door of the wicked “terrible twos” – and as of last week there is no doubt that they have arrived.

Spitting, hitting, biting, screaming, kicking, throwing – terror of a child. If the tantrum starts in a public place I simply look around as if saying “whose child IS this?” My child is an angel (haha that.has never been true but I can dream).

I guess we should be glad he is showing personality – even if it is of the defiant nature. I of course blame his difficult behavior on my husband and he blames it on me.

In the meantime I will keep the fridge stocked with beer and the wine rack stocked full of wine. The fun years have begun.

To all the mothers…

12 May
My mom & B

My mom & B

To all the mothers out there – Happy Mothers Day!

We mothers share a special bond. We all remember the 9 months we carried our children in shocking detail, the first cry, the first time we held our precious baby. Unlike those who are not mothers (I’m not saying we are better) we have supersonic hearing for when our child is waking up or getting into trouble. Our smell-o-matic is always on full force as we pick up the smell of a dirty diaper from 10 miles away, and clean up sticky faces in seconds. There is nothing better than waking up to receive the first sloppy baby kiss of the morning or to tend to a ‘boo-boo’ and make it all better.

Our children love us. Not during those adolescent years we all remember going through ourselves – but before and after those years we are loved dearly. Being a child myself, I remember in detail the look on my mothers face when I was in trouble, or her tears when she hugged me in the airport in Munich. I would not be the mother I am today without the guidance and love I received from my own mother. Generation to generation we pass down the love our mothers taught us, hoping someday they are able to love their children as much as we painfully love them.

Its an honor to be a mother and I enjoy every moment. Thank you Mom, for teaching me how to be a wonderful mother.