Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Later that night she was taking a bath and splashing around when she got some water in her eye. She quickly covered her eye and Dan asked if she was ok. "NO!" she replied. We asked her if she wanted a towel to dry it off to which she replied, "No, I broke my eye, it cracked and it fell out." Awesome.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Most people walk in our building and look lost so my main job is to ask them if I can help them find where they need to go. Well this lovely lady walked in with her walker and I told her where she needed to go and she immediately started yelling at me that "the sick people shouldn't have to go all the way upstairs." I work at a clinic, everyone here is sick and we have an elevator. Nonetheless I told her I was sorry but that's where the office she was looking for is located. After her appointment she came back downstairs to the lobby to wait for her ride. I asked her if she would like me to get her some water and she said "yes." When I returned with a bottle of water she started yelling at me telling me that "the water is too big, how would someone ever finish all that water, it is such a waste!" Keep in mind it's a standard 16oz water bottle. I told her she could take it with her, that's what most people do, she didn't like that answer. She then preceded to complain about how our chairs are too soft and are made for "short people." I told her I was sorry and that I could get her a metal folding chair but she told me "NO."
On our second encounter she once again complained about the chairs being too soft and to low. This time she also complained that the elevator door does not stay open long enough. I replied by telling her there is a button she can hold down to keep the elevator doors open...she didn't care.
I was lucky enough to see her scowl ridden face yesterday. I thought perhaps she would be in a better mood, with the holidays coming and all. We even have our Christmas decorations up in our clinic. In the lobby we have a huge tree, which a outside company comes in to decorate and it is just beautiful. As the bundle of happiness was leaving I said "have a nice day!" to which she looked at me and replied "THE IS THE UGLIEST TREE I HAVE EVER SEEN! IT IS HIDEOUS!" I was honestly caught off guard, I mean who insults a Christmas tree? So I replied "well most people really like it." "Well it is just awful" she said.
I am hoping next time she will insult me on my growing belly or perhaps complain about the donation box we have for need children.
I am open to taking any witty come backs you all might have.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
The weekend rolls around and Saturday we were all driving as a family when we came to a stop light at which point Stella started screaming "FRICKIN GO!" over and over. I looked at Dan with the look of death. "DO NOT SAY THAT" he told her. "Hypocrite" I mumbled under my breath. We got to our dinner destination and afterwards Dan wanted to run into a shoe store. Shoe stores and toddlers do not go well together so I told him we would wait in the car. My daughter and I were having a nice conversation until she realized Dan was gone and asked "Where did frickin Daddy go?" I told her not to use that word at which point she asked the question again. So, like any good mother I got out of the car, went around to her door, opened it, and smacked her on the hand. She laughed.
Later that night when we put her to sleep I was in the office on the computer when I heard her start to yell "FRICKIN DADDY GET UP HERE!" I ignored it this time, mainly because I didn't have the energy to fight any longer. I know there could be far worse words she could be saying but I am just waiting to pick her up from daycare and them to tell me she decided to use it there or possibly, maybe, she will wait until our church Christmas program and debut it there for the public.
*I have not heard the word again in a little over a week.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Yes, yes she does. For Christmas this year she is going to be asking for a personal Mr. Coffee coffee maker to keep in her room, and McDonalds and Starbuck gift cards to feed her addiction.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Me: Dan isn't it crazy to think that I have another human being living inside my body right now?
Dan: Ya, kinda like a parasitic twin.
We died laughing and he was obviously totally kidding. He was referencing the story of the little 1 year old girl in China who is awaiting surgery to remove a fetus-in- fetu tumor that has been growing and growing in her stomach. When they did a scan they realized it was a tumor containing fetus parts and obviously not a living human.
I think I will stick with my baby.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
As I said her famous line is "I want some." But lately she has come up with some new tricks. We were driving in the car last week and I was eating almonds which Stella picked up on very quickly. "What do you have in your mouth? What are you eating Momma?'" Stella said. "Nuts" I replied. "Ohhh nuts, that's my favorite food...I want some." I started laughing so hard. I said "nuts are not your favorite food but you can have some."
Yesterday we were having some family over to watch the football game so I quickly ran into the gas station to get some soda while Dan and Stella waited in the care. When I came out with the soda Stella was screaming and clapping in delight. When I got back in the car she was yelling "YAY SODA!" I said "Stella you don't get to drink soda, you know that." To which she replied "ya, do" (which means ya I do). "No" I said back. Then a couple minutes later she said "I love soda, I love it." I just laughed, like I always do.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Her teacher: She had a great first day, she ate well and took a good nap. (pause) However she did bite a friend when we were in the gym. We talked about how we should not bite our friends and we talked about things we can bite, like food and she listed a lot of foods that she can bite. The little boy is ok and his parents were understanding because he has older siblings.
Me: Oh no! She has only bitten once before, she isn't a biter....Did you tell his parents who bit him?
Teacher: It happens especially when they start in a new place don't worry to much about it, I just wanted you to know in case you wanted to talk to her about it at home. And, no by law we can't tell them which child bit their kid.
Me: We will talk to her about it, it is not acceptable that she bit another kid.
Teacher: She had a good day besides that.
Me: (in my head) Ya ok she had a good day besides that fact that she bit a kid, this lady is just trying to be nice.
So I didn't talk to Stella right away about it. I talked to her about her day and asked her if she had fun and what she did. After we were home and she had a snack and we were watching a movie I paused it and said "We need to talk about something." I told her that she should not bite her friends and that hurts them and makes them sad and that it makes me and daddy sad too.
Later that night my dad called to see how her day was and I told him it went well and didn't mention the biting because I didn't want to keep bringing it up in front of her. When I got off the phone I said to Stella "Appa is glad you had a good day at school" to which she replied, "I bite." I said "I know but you aren't going to do it again so it's ok, you learned from your mistake." Then, later on my mom called and asked to talk to Stella so I put her on speaker phone. My mom asked Stella how her day was to which she replied "I bite friend." My mom told her she knew and that it's ok as long as she doesn't do it again.
Dan came home from work and I privately told him not to say anything because I think she gets the picture and that perhaps she might be feeling pretty guilty about it. So we carried on the rest of the night as normal. At bedtime we always pray with her. Dan was praying and said "We pray that Stella has a good day at school tomorrow," Stella immediately jumped in and said "I don't bite friends I bite food." We told her that's right, that she does bite food and not friends.
Needless to say there hasn't been anymore biting incidents but I am a little worried that she might be scared for life, even though she was the biter.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
We had our good friends came and stayed with us a couple of weeks ago and as usual I had to do a whole house clean before they got there because I am not good at keeping up with everything. So after they left I thought to myself as I always do "I need to keep the house looking like this, if I just do a little every day it can stay like this." So I have been doing pretty good for the most part. I have even managed to get all but 3 loads of laundry done and put away. I am pretty proud of myself. Although to be totally honest I have not made our bed probably once in the past 3 months. But that's not that big of a deal right?
Another conclusion I came to recently is that all moms bake so I should try that too. I started with lemon poppyseed muffins. I was all excited yesterday when I woke up, I told Stella "mommy is going to make you some good muffins!" so I made them right away and proudly gave one to Stella who took one bit and said "I don't like 'em." I am going to try banana bread next.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Case in point. We went out to dinner on Friday with some good friends. As we were standing outside waiting for our table I heard someone pass gas...VERY LOUDLY. We all looked at Dan and I said "Dan, come on!" To which he reliped "I didn't do it!" Nobody was buying that until my cute little daughter looked at all of us very proudly with a big smile on her face and said "Stella did it, Stella tooted!" At another point that night while we were sitting down at the dinner table she said "you hear that? Stella burped!" Yeah so I am thinking we might have a bit of a situation on our hands.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Stella is VERY excited. I know she's only 2 but she already LOVES babies. Her favorite toys are her babies. She loves to look and touch real babies and she doesn't care if they are complete strangers, she will walk right up to them and touch them. I'm sure that makes those mom's super happy. Almost every Sunday she tries to steal real babies from church. She is in the "toddler room" from kids 18-33 months but every Sunday she tries her hardest to get into the infant room. If she can't break down the door she will wait until someone sets their baby in the car seat down and then she pounces. She tries to lift the carrier and by the time I see her and tell her "no" she is screaming "MY BABY, MY BABY!"
She is a little confused however about the baby and where it is growing. My best friend was just pregnant and recently had her first baby, a beautiful little girl who they named Veda. The whole time she was pregnant we would talk to Stella about it and say "baby Veda is in Auntie Amy's tummy, we love her, you are going to be best friends, etc." Well baby Veda was born last week and Stella seems to think she is now in my tummy. Every time I talk about mommy's baby she says "baby Betta, baby Betta." She also thinks the baby is growing in my boobs. Again we had this problem when Amy was pregnant. At any random time Stella would grab Amy's boobs or pull her shirt down exposing her and say "Baby Betta in dare." Repeatedly we told her that the baby was in her belly and we thought she was getting it towards the end since the molesting had come to an end but apparently not. She is now pulling my shirt down, poking my boobs and saying "Baby Betta." I mean I guess my boobs are as big as some pregnant woman's belly's so maybe it isn't her fault. I think we might be making some progress though because starting last week she now lifts up my shirt and yells into my belly button random things to the baby.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
On Monday Dan, Stella, and I went to Chicago for the day to visit the Shedd aquarium. We had an absolutely great time, it was amazing. We spent four hours there and then went to visit a friend of Dan's who lives downtown. He lives in a building straight out of Sex and the City, it had amazing artwork in the lobby, cool furniture, and a greeter who had to call in order for you to be allowed to travel on to the elevator, super fancy...not a place for a toddler. So we got up to his amazing 24th floor apartment overlooking Chicago and the river and Stella settled right in. She touched every button she could reach, put her grimy hands on his full length mirror, stuck her fingers in the dirt of their plants and almost broke their Kate Spade vase. I tried to do as much damage control as I could and tried not to draw any attention to ourselves. I thought I was going fairly well and that maybe, possibly we could pass as normal adults until Stella, looked at Dan's friend, pulled her shirt up and yelled "STELLA'S BOOBIES" right at him. Yay, not normal.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
When I was pregnant with Stella I gained 500lbs. I think I was depressed because my body was growing and changing so I figured the best idea would be to eat a M&M blizzard everyday. NOT SMART!!! After I had Stella and lost the weight my skin has never quite gone back to where it is supposed to be. Now having this extra skin causes a problem when I wear any type of pants. My solutions has been to buy bigger pants so that the waist doesn't squeeze the skin over the top of my pants creating a huge muffin top that could feed a large kindergarten class. However my husband AND apparently the sales girls at the Limited beg to differ on this theory. Dan says "You look like you have poop in your pants. You're pants are too big, maybe you need to go somewhere where they can teach you how to dress for your body type." The girls at the Limited must have also gotten this memo.
I want shopping on Mother's day for some new pants. I put on this cute pair of black capris and when the waist was creating a muffin top with my extra skin I exited the dressing room to ask the sales girl for a different/bigger size. "You don't need a bigger size" she said. "Don't you see my muffin top?" I replied. "Those are the right size, they will stretch." was her response. I never believe this "they will stretch" business. If they don't fit me when I buy them, they aren't going to fit me in two days. She got me the other side since they pride themselves in excellent customer service and I tried them on. This time there was no muffin top, but there was a lot of saggy butt material going on. I left my stall once again and said to the sales girl "don't these look better? No muffin top." "No" she said, "they are too big." So I bought the smaller size and am super excited to put them on again and watch people scream in horror when they see my lovely lady lumps. But at least I won't look like I have poop in my pants.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
My morning started out very nice, Dan went to McDonald's to get me an iced coffee and also brought home some flowers. When Stella woke up she presented me with the adorable gift she made for me at school which is a plate that says "Happy Mother's Day" and then has her hand prints on it with glitter paint. I will cherish it forever but at the same time I had to laugh because her hand prints basically make it look like she has 3 fingers on one hand, and an abnormally large middle finger on the other. I mean I'm sure she was totally cooperating and that's why it turned out that way. (sarcasm) When I said to Dan "her hands look like funny blobs he said "I thought it was her feet" and he was serious. My second gift was a card from Stella where you can record a message. You push a button and it says "record a message after the beep" Dan wanted her to say "I love you mama" instead I opened the card up and heard her yell "BEEEEP." The third great present which was not planned happend when I went to get ready for church this morning. As I am in the shower I was lucky to realized we had absolutely no hot water. And it is not even like the water was room temperature, nope it was ice cold. I would have skipped the shower except that I hadn't washed my hair since Friday and it was starting to take on a life of its own. The water was so cold that I was literally gasping from the shock of it. We ended up running into church 10 minutes late, throwing Stella at the child care workers and praying that the offering wasn't at the beginning of church since we were both ushering... I think we might get kicked out as ushers pretty soon.
Other super exciting things that happened today...Stella didn't take a nap, Louie tried to kill the neighbor's puppy but instead in the heat of the moment ripped out one of this nails that then blead all over my kitchen floor. And our neighbor kid asked us for money for the twelfth time this week so he can go on a field trip to cooper's town.
All in all it was an amazing day filled with lots of love and laughs. I am so thankful for my little family and all the crazy things life brings each day. God is so good!
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
My brother Adam is 3 years younger than me. Our family is very close and I am lucky enough to see him at least every other week. He has always been the "smart" one. Not that I am dumb, I mean I did graduate college with honors, but he is super smart and in ways I'm not. And not only is he smart but he is a amazing baker.
It is no wonder that I have insecurity issues when it comes to being a housewife because I seem to come from this family of highly gifted male cooks. Today my brother took off of work so he could bake pies at my parents house. He has been baking these pie for probably the last decade. Every holiday we beg him to make his carmel apple pies. Oh did I mention he makes them from scratch?! Yeah he makes them from scratch, he cuts up the apples and most importantly makes the carmel from scratch! They are amazing and he recently sold 4 of them at a silent auction for $24 a piece! So he took off of work today so he could make the pies for people that won them in the auction. I am not complaining because I get to reap the benefits when he makes them for us but his great baking skills does not help my case. I actually hurts me by making my attempts at baking which consists of puppy chow, rice crispy treats, and box cake look pathetic. I am the oldest child and the only girl and no one is ever begging me to make a dessert.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
One day my mom came over to watch Stella for a little bit, the next morning she called me and announced "I'm coming to get all your dirty laundry." I didn't want to do it but I knew I needed help so we packed her huge SUV with all three of our entire wardrobes and drove away. It took her two days of constantly doing laundry to finish it all.
In my defense I do not feel like this is entirely my fault. I repeatedly told my husband we needed to get the washer fixed and he did nothing about it. Finally when my mom took all our clothes away he decided to get it fixed. It has been several months and I am proud to say I have kept up with the laundry and have not worn my bikini bottoms as underwear lately.
I love my little family more than life itself. I have a wonderful husband and an amazing daughter. I love being a wife and mom, its who I am. But, I have a little secret... I am a horrible housewife. I don't like to cook and I hate to clean. I wasn't born with one "housewife" gene in my body. Luckily I don't have an anal husband and since he helps make some of the mess and only helps clean up occasionally he doesn't get upset with my lack of domestic skills.
Here's the ironic part to all of this. My mom is a cleaning machine and my dad is an amazing cook. And, being their only daughter I know they desire for me to follow in their footsteps. Sorry mom and dad, I know I've let you down.