Wednesday, September 30, 2009

When faced with a crisis

When you are a mom you are often faced with many crisis's. What happens when you are out and you just used the last diaper and then your toddler decides to poop? How do you get purple marker off of your toddlers skin because she decided to color all over her body while your in laws were supposed to be watching her? The list is endless and as I become more experienced in motherhood I am finding that I am in fact an inventive, smart, dare I say Maguiver like woman.

Well today I was faced with a new crisis, one that almost gave me a heart attack and will surely give me nightmares for days to come. While Stella was taking a nap this afternoon I went downstairs to change over the laundry (this story is now my official excuse of why I will never do laundry again). As I was walking through the finished part where we have some of Stella's toys, out of the corner of my eye I saw something move. I started praying that what I saw was not some type of rodent, I didn't want to look, but whatever moved just moved towards my baby's toys and I did not want her to be the one to find whatever it was. So I slowly walked towards the toys and I saw it run, a grey little four legged creature into the corner of the basement, behind the bin of toys. I immediately did what any brave woman would do, I ran upstairs and called Dan figuring he would be able to fix the problem. "You need to catch it" he said. "NO! THERE IS NO WAY I CAN CATCH IT!" I replied. "OK then drive to Walgreen's and get a mouse trap" he said. "Stella's sleeping, I can't" I told him. "Well I don't know what to tell you then" he replied. "OK" I said, "I am going to put on my Uggs and go down there". So I got on my protective footwear, grabbed one of Stella's sand buckets and crept back down stairs. When I reached the bottom step I saw it dart across the room again and I screamed. I then started moving everything away from the area one by one until I was left with one bin of toys. I slide it away from the wall and saw the beast. The beast actually turned out to be a super cute little grey fat mouse. Actually, if we had met on different terms like perhaps he was in a cage at a pet store instead of running free amongst my kids toys I could have loved him and brought him home as a pet. That was not the case so I prepared the bucket and moved towards my new little friend and as he ran away from me I trapped him under the bucket. Its the proudest I have ever been of myself apart from the time I birthed another human being. I then placed one of Stella's toys on top the bucket to make sure that little mouse couldn't flip it over or something. I left it there for Dan to get when he got home and then when back upstairs. I then placed a towel in front of the door in case for any reason the mouse did get out from underneath my trap and tried to travel upstairs into the lived in part of the house. Feel free to take any of these tips if you are ever faced with a mouse problem. When Dan got home he took our new little friend outside and freed him even though he said "he's just going to get eaten by something" to which I replied "we don't know that and we need to give him a chance at life." He showed Stella who was very excited, so excited in fact that she keeps telling me she wants to go "down in the basement to see the mouse." Super.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

The Coffee Lush

I now know the real reason why they tell you not to drink coffee when you are pregnant. It's not because the caffeine might stunt your babies growth or that it will make them all hopped up from the caffeine buzz. It's because they will be addicted to it. Yep, just like a mom who does drugs and then their kid comes out a crack baby. If you drink coffee when you are pregnant you newborn will come out dependent on it. Case in point, Stella. As I have said before her favorite saying is "I want some" so of course every time I am drinking coffee she walks up to me and states "I want some." I always tell her "no this is mommy's coffee, you can not have coffee." She never buys this as an answer and asks over and over until I drink all of my coffee. Today I got a McDonald's iced coffee which is a special treat for me and of course the little lush came right up and said "what's that? coffee? I want some." "No" I replied, partially because I know I shouldn't give my two year of coffee and partially because I don't want to share it with her. "I LOVE coffee" the lush said. "Nope" I replied again. "But I love it, coffee is my favorite." she replied. I ignored this statement and went on with my business. I was in the middle of doing laundry and went upstairs to get some more dirty clothes and on my way to the basement I passed the family room and just happened to glance in. What I saw was my 2 year old sitting on the couch, sucking my coffee down as fast as humanly possible. When I spotted her I screamed but she just kept on chugging like she was a college frat boy. She only stopped drinking when I snatched the cup from her mouth and even then her fat little cheeks were full of the substance. After she swallowed her last gulp she looked and me, smiled and said. "I love coffee."

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

Is it a baby in there?

Dan and I had a very intersting conversation last night on the way home from my parents house for dinner.

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

I graduated from college with honors

I have to tell myself this over and over sometimes just to remind myself that in fact I have accomplished something academic in my life. I have yet to use my college degree and I probably never will but I have it. I am think they might void it out pretty soon though seeing as my paying job could probably be done by my two year old daughter.

Monday, September 14, 2009

My not picky eater

I am thankful that I don't have a picky eater for a kid. HOWEVER I am not glad that my kid is a mooch and wants whatever I am eating all the time. I mean I guess it is pretty good for my waist line since I never get to eat any of my own food but the whole "I want some" is starting to get old. She is getting pretty creative in the way she is now asking for your food and I can't help but laugh at her most the time.

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

The Biter

Stella started back to daycare or as we like to call it "school" last week. Dan dropped her off and said she was very excited and didn't have a hard time with him leaving her at all. I picked her up and as I always do asked the teacher how she did. Here is how the conversation went.

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.