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March 31, 2005
March 30, 2005
(ACHOO!) Oh hi! (sniff!) I'm sick again!
So, my poor little guy has a mild case of RSV, and now I'm sick too. Fun. We took little man to the doctors office yesterday, and they decided to try the nebulizer (sp?) to see if it helped with his breathing. It was so funny because the nurse came in and asked if I thought he would do better with the mask kind, or the type that he can bite down on. Anyone who knows this little guy knows that if he can't reach his mouth, he's going to be one very unhappy little guy! So I told her to get the kind that he can bite down on. She came back, and as she's setting this thing up, she's explaining that most babies hate these things, and that if he starts crying it's okay because then he's taking deeper breathes and getting more of the medicine. She's going on and on, and finally hands it to me, which I then put in front of his face, and he grabs ahold of it, shoves it in his mouth and sits there happily chewing on this thing. Me and Dave start laughing, and the nurse looks at him and shrugs then says "well, I should have know....he's always been the IDEAL patient!" laughs and walks out of the room. He was as happy as a clam just sitting there keeping this thing in his mouth the whole time.
When the doctor came back in to check him out, she said "Congratulations, you just got yourself a nebulizer!" So now, every 4-6 hours I have to give him this treatment as long as he needs it. Poor little guy is so congested it's messing with his sleep. I was up until 3 a.m. That's when Dave got up and took over. Thankfully I managed to get those 4 hours of sleep.
We are trying everything we can right now to ease his "suffering". We got some of that Vick's Baby Vapo-rub stuff, got the humidifier going, keeping the nose bulb thingy handy, and now that he's just about 6 months, we can give him 1/4 teaspoon of Pediacare cough and cold. We even put a pillow under the crib mattress so he can sleep on an incline. And he is getting a LOT of Mommy time. Everytime he starts to fuss, my heart melts because I know he is sooo miserable, that I have to pick him up and hold him and love on him. (Of course, this is why I am now getting sick.....waaaah! I wanna be held!)
So, our Easter was pretty low-key. We had to stay home for most of it, and here's why: For the three weeks before Easter it's been warm, the sun has been shining, and the snow melting at a pretty decent rate. So last week I decided that it was time to get the summer tires put on the van, and put the winter tires in storage. Get it done before the deadline and the rush of people. Well, Saturday night Dave switched the tires when he got off of work. About 2 hours later, my brother steps outside for a smoke, comes back in and points out the it's snowing. "That's okay" I say, "It'll melt soon enough". Famous last words.
I wake up Easter Morning, to look out my front window and see my van covered in snow, and it's STILL snowing. It snowed all day long, and all night. Great. I just packed away all the winter clothes. Now I gotta go get them out of the crawl space and give the kids back their winter stuff so they can walk to school in the morning. Fun.
We did take the kids to see "Robots" though. The movie theater is close enough to where we live that it wasn't that big of deal to drive there. So we spent Easter at home, and at the theater. Oh, and we did do the whole egg hunt thing here in the house. But instead of candy in the eggs, we put money. Hehehe I joke with Dave that it was his "jewish twist" on Easter. LOL
So I've included a picture of a dinner I made the other night that I was so proud of. I've never made stir-fry before, and this came out perfect! Right down to the presentation!
Well, I've gotta go take care of this little guy.... he's starting to wake up from his nap. The picture of him in his piano/walker thingy was taken about 20 minutes ago. Don't worry, I moved him out of it. He's now asleep in his car seat. (The incline from the car seat helps his breathing)
Until later, Ciao!
When the doctor came back in to check him out, she said "Congratulations, you just got yourself a nebulizer!" So now, every 4-6 hours I have to give him this treatment as long as he needs it. Poor little guy is so congested it's messing with his sleep. I was up until 3 a.m. That's when Dave got up and took over. Thankfully I managed to get those 4 hours of sleep.
We are trying everything we can right now to ease his "suffering". We got some of that Vick's Baby Vapo-rub stuff, got the humidifier going, keeping the nose bulb thingy handy, and now that he's just about 6 months, we can give him 1/4 teaspoon of Pediacare cough and cold. We even put a pillow under the crib mattress so he can sleep on an incline. And he is getting a LOT of Mommy time. Everytime he starts to fuss, my heart melts because I know he is sooo miserable, that I have to pick him up and hold him and love on him. (Of course, this is why I am now getting sick.....waaaah! I wanna be held!)
So, our Easter was pretty low-key. We had to stay home for most of it, and here's why: For the three weeks before Easter it's been warm, the sun has been shining, and the snow melting at a pretty decent rate. So last week I decided that it was time to get the summer tires put on the van, and put the winter tires in storage. Get it done before the deadline and the rush of people. Well, Saturday night Dave switched the tires when he got off of work. About 2 hours later, my brother steps outside for a smoke, comes back in and points out the it's snowing. "That's okay" I say, "It'll melt soon enough". Famous last words.
I wake up Easter Morning, to look out my front window and see my van covered in snow, and it's STILL snowing. It snowed all day long, and all night. Great. I just packed away all the winter clothes. Now I gotta go get them out of the crawl space and give the kids back their winter stuff so they can walk to school in the morning. Fun.
We did take the kids to see "Robots" though. The movie theater is close enough to where we live that it wasn't that big of deal to drive there. So we spent Easter at home, and at the theater. Oh, and we did do the whole egg hunt thing here in the house. But instead of candy in the eggs, we put money. Hehehe I joke with Dave that it was his "jewish twist" on Easter. LOL
So I've included a picture of a dinner I made the other night that I was so proud of. I've never made stir-fry before, and this came out perfect! Right down to the presentation!
Well, I've gotta go take care of this little guy.... he's starting to wake up from his nap. The picture of him in his piano/walker thingy was taken about 20 minutes ago. Don't worry, I moved him out of it. He's now asleep in his car seat. (The incline from the car seat helps his breathing)
Until later, Ciao!
March 26, 2005
Hey! Over here! Here I am!
Well, it's been a little bit..... And it's all my own fault too! I just decided to take a break from the computer world in an attempt to re-connect with myself. Not like that, you perv! I meant take some time and just relax without all the interuptions! Really, you should get your mind out of the gutter sometime! Jeez! (lol)
I finally got my room all straightened out, clean and whatnot, and now I hardly ever really want to leave it! Go figure! I made my bedroom TOO cozy! It's always one end of the spectrum to the other!
The baby is doing good, chewing the hell outta my fingers with his tooth (teeth?)! The kids are good too, they are just coming off of spring break, and we didn't do ANYTHING exciting. Just a normal week, but without the whole having to get up early. Yay!
My baby boy is so damn photogenic! You have to go to my photos page ( Http://photos.yahoo.com/Trouse_80 ) and check out the Ecko Baby Album!
I finally got my room all straightened out, clean and whatnot, and now I hardly ever really want to leave it! Go figure! I made my bedroom TOO cozy! It's always one end of the spectrum to the other!
The baby is doing good, chewing the hell outta my fingers with his tooth (teeth?)! The kids are good too, they are just coming off of spring break, and we didn't do ANYTHING exciting. Just a normal week, but without the whole having to get up early. Yay!
My baby boy is so damn photogenic! You have to go to my photos page ( Http://photos.yahoo.com/Trouse_80 ) and check out the Ecko Baby Album!
March 14, 2005
First The Bad, Then The Good
I get a call today from my son's principal. Seems that my son and one of his so called "friends" got caught in the bathroom with a lighter today. My son's "friend" had lit the toilet paper on fire, and my son was attempting to burn the wall... It's cinder block, so no worry of actually setting it on fire, but still.... But, because he cooperated fully with the principal, didn't even attempt to lie about anything, and even went into the bathroom and showed him where and what he had done, even owning up to the fact that he was the one who brought them to school, they didn't give him In School Suspension, even though I think they should have, and only seperated him from the normal class for today.
He didn't lie to the principal, but to me and the family it's a different story. I gave him a chance to come to me with this when he got home, but instead he attempted to avoid me altogether by going straight upstairs when he got home. I called him downstairs, and when he walked into the kitchen, I just stared at him. He looked at me and claimed he didn't have any homework. I just continued to stare at him, and he started to get upset, saying that he wasn't lying, he didn't have any homework. That's when I said, "No, but you do have something else for me, don't you?" and that's when he said "A note? Oh. I accidently left that at school." I informed him that he and I needed to have a serious talk. We started discussing how he has been lying to me for at least a week, and that it was time to come clean. I asked him where he had been getting the lighters from, and he said his friend gave them to him. I never broke my eye contact with him, told him not to lie to me. He said he got them from his friend. I got closer to his face, still not losing eye contact, lowering my voice, I repeated do not lie to me. He said he got them from outside. Getting even closer to his face, maintaining eye contact still, lowering my voice even more, I tell him "do NOT lie to ME!" That's when he got that look on his face and in his eyes that tells me that he realizes that if he lies to me again, he's going to be in SERIOUS trouble, and saying "Yes, Ma'am, I got them downstairs." I knew he was telling the truth at that point, and I knew that he understood the level of trouble he was in.
I've explained to him that he has completely lost all trust, and that only over time, and a LOT of effort on his part, will he be able to earn it back. So, in the meantime, I will be searching his backpack, his coat, his clothes, and anything else necessary to ensure that he is NOT taking anything innappropriate or dangerous to school. He has lost all of his toys for an indeterminate amount of time, and I am making the arrangements to take him to the children's hospital to visit with burn victims. I want him to see what the end result of playing with fire will cause.
(I'm very proud of myself for restraining the absolute anger I felt this afternoon, and I am very proud of how calmly I managed to handle this situation.)
Now, 20 minutes after dealing with my son, I get a phone call. The number shows up BLOCKED NUMBER, so I have no idea who it is, but I answer it anyway. This really nice female voice on the other end asks, "Is this Tammy?" I say yes, and she tells me who she is... It's the paralegal from my lawyers office, Angel, and she informs me that she is currently holding something in her hand that will make me VERY happy. I say "Is that so?" And she proceeds to inform me that in her hand is the Interim Order of Visitation, signed by the judge, and that we got exactly what we had asked for. Meaning, my little angel of child, Jenny, only has to go over to my Bitch ex-in-law's house twice a week, Tuesday and Thursday, from 9 a.m. to noon. No more over night visits, and no more all day visits!! WOOHOO!! I literally started jumping up and down there in my kitchen, screaming YAAAAAY!!! All while my neighbor/friend is standing there staring at me, asking me "What? What? What the hell is going on?" Upon which I inform her of what Angel had just told me, she joins me in my celebration.
So I go from really really mad, to getting some GREAT news! Yay! Oh my God, I can't even begin to say how happy this makes me! It just shows me that the judge is seeing that I AM in fact, a GOOD mom, who does take care of her child(ren). And I hope that it shows Mary that she is very quickly losing her grip on this case, and that she WILL lose it!! Of course, at the same time, I don't want her to realize that, because I don't want her to drop it, which will leave it available to be reopened, whereas if we go all the way through and get the ruling, she can't refile anything. I'm just glad this is almost over! Yay!
He didn't lie to the principal, but to me and the family it's a different story. I gave him a chance to come to me with this when he got home, but instead he attempted to avoid me altogether by going straight upstairs when he got home. I called him downstairs, and when he walked into the kitchen, I just stared at him. He looked at me and claimed he didn't have any homework. I just continued to stare at him, and he started to get upset, saying that he wasn't lying, he didn't have any homework. That's when I said, "No, but you do have something else for me, don't you?" and that's when he said "A note? Oh. I accidently left that at school." I informed him that he and I needed to have a serious talk. We started discussing how he has been lying to me for at least a week, and that it was time to come clean. I asked him where he had been getting the lighters from, and he said his friend gave them to him. I never broke my eye contact with him, told him not to lie to me. He said he got them from his friend. I got closer to his face, still not losing eye contact, lowering my voice, I repeated do not lie to me. He said he got them from outside. Getting even closer to his face, maintaining eye contact still, lowering my voice even more, I tell him "do NOT lie to ME!" That's when he got that look on his face and in his eyes that tells me that he realizes that if he lies to me again, he's going to be in SERIOUS trouble, and saying "Yes, Ma'am, I got them downstairs." I knew he was telling the truth at that point, and I knew that he understood the level of trouble he was in.
I've explained to him that he has completely lost all trust, and that only over time, and a LOT of effort on his part, will he be able to earn it back. So, in the meantime, I will be searching his backpack, his coat, his clothes, and anything else necessary to ensure that he is NOT taking anything innappropriate or dangerous to school. He has lost all of his toys for an indeterminate amount of time, and I am making the arrangements to take him to the children's hospital to visit with burn victims. I want him to see what the end result of playing with fire will cause.
(I'm very proud of myself for restraining the absolute anger I felt this afternoon, and I am very proud of how calmly I managed to handle this situation.)
Now, 20 minutes after dealing with my son, I get a phone call. The number shows up BLOCKED NUMBER, so I have no idea who it is, but I answer it anyway. This really nice female voice on the other end asks, "Is this Tammy?" I say yes, and she tells me who she is... It's the paralegal from my lawyers office, Angel, and she informs me that she is currently holding something in her hand that will make me VERY happy. I say "Is that so?" And she proceeds to inform me that in her hand is the Interim Order of Visitation, signed by the judge, and that we got exactly what we had asked for. Meaning, my little angel of child, Jenny, only has to go over to my Bitch ex-in-law's house twice a week, Tuesday and Thursday, from 9 a.m. to noon. No more over night visits, and no more all day visits!! WOOHOO!! I literally started jumping up and down there in my kitchen, screaming YAAAAAY!!! All while my neighbor/friend is standing there staring at me, asking me "What? What? What the hell is going on?" Upon which I inform her of what Angel had just told me, she joins me in my celebration.
So I go from really really mad, to getting some GREAT news! Yay! Oh my God, I can't even begin to say how happy this makes me! It just shows me that the judge is seeing that I AM in fact, a GOOD mom, who does take care of her child(ren). And I hope that it shows Mary that she is very quickly losing her grip on this case, and that she WILL lose it!! Of course, at the same time, I don't want her to realize that, because I don't want her to drop it, which will leave it available to be reopened, whereas if we go all the way through and get the ruling, she can't refile anything. I'm just glad this is almost over! Yay!
March 12, 2005
First Tooth!
My youngest child has officially cut his very first tooth! It was so cute... he was sitting on my lap, grabbed a hold of my thumb, as usual, and shoved it into his mouth, bit down and looked at me like he was trying to say, "See?" When I rub his gums, I can feel the second one is right there, ready to come out too.
Hmmm.... This explains why he's been screaming lately instead of his normal cry. I wasn't expecting his first tooth this soon... I think I've been trying really hard to hold onto his baby months... They grow up too fast!!
Well, I just wanted to log on and share the news with my online family!
I'll be back on later to post more.
Hmmm.... This explains why he's been screaming lately instead of his normal cry. I wasn't expecting his first tooth this soon... I think I've been trying really hard to hold onto his baby months... They grow up too fast!!
Well, I just wanted to log on and share the news with my online family!
I'll be back on later to post more.
March 10, 2005
Woo-Hoo! It's Spring!
I don't care if all the weather "people" want to hesitate about calling us as officially in break-up season (or what you people who don't have to deal with REAL winters like to call "Spring"), I am officially declaring that we are through with winter!
I woke up this morning, and when I left my house, the sun was shining, the sky was blue, and there is NO ice on the streets! Now, this might seem so trivial to most of you, but you have to understand that here in Alaska, if the sun is even UP at 7 a.m. it's definitely a wonderful time of the year, because that means no more cold weather!
Everyone is only hesitating to call it "spring" because of the Iditarod. That, and the Fur Rendezvous, which I believe is officially over at this point. (By the way, notice the correct spelling of Rendezvous? It's something that any person raised in Alaska knows how to spell correctly....except for me apparently.... I had two people point out that I had spelled it incorrectly when I spelled it Rondevous.... "You're missing a 'Z' in there somewhere, look it up")
Let's see, how productive was I today? I managed to sweet talk a neighbor into changing both the light bulbs in my hallway...(what can I say, I HATE changing lightbulbs... it's like most women when a mouse runs in front of them... it's like a phobia of sorts... I know, I'm weird!) And I also managed to give away three beds, and had all three picked up today too! Got the new cable line installed in my bedroom, thanks to the permission given to me from my totally KICK ASS landlord! (Example of how totally awesome my Landlord is... last night when Dave was painting an empty unit for him, my neighbor J was over there, talking with him, and as I was standing there, asked him "Hey, you know that wall in the bathroom that sits between the washer and toilet? Mind if I knock that wall down?" and D, the Landlord, shrugs and says "Yeah, go for it man." I just had to shake my head and tell him what an awesome and totally understanding LL he is. I swear I brag about what an awesome LL I have...I talk about him the same way I do Dave. I was at the cable company last week scheduling to have them come out and do this install, and when the lady asked me if I had permission to put the line in, I was all "Pfft. Of course I do. I have the COOLEST LL in history. I wouldn't move if someone tried to pay me to. Of course, I had to go through a LOT of bad ones to get the one I have now... and I mean a LOT of really BAD ones!!" and as I'm saying this, I realize that I say the same thing about Dave all the time. (But, come one, the LL is letting me paint the walls whatever color I want to, and if I want to do stencil work, or anything else like that, it's totally cool!)
All of the emotional crap I mentioned before is getting sorted through. It's 19 years in the making, so I don't expect to be through it all anytime soon, but all the REALLY HEAVY shit is getting worked through.
Oh, and just let me say WOOHOO the asshole finally got voted off of The Apprentice. John, the sexist asshole scumbag pig that did nothing but ride the coat-tails of all the really talented people and never wanted to take any of the blame for his own fuck ups, is finally OFF the show! Yay! ( Dare I say I hated him more than Omarosa? Nah, but it WAS pretty close!)
And on that note, I will head to bed.
Until later, Ciao!
I woke up this morning, and when I left my house, the sun was shining, the sky was blue, and there is NO ice on the streets! Now, this might seem so trivial to most of you, but you have to understand that here in Alaska, if the sun is even UP at 7 a.m. it's definitely a wonderful time of the year, because that means no more cold weather!
Everyone is only hesitating to call it "spring" because of the Iditarod. That, and the Fur Rendezvous, which I believe is officially over at this point. (By the way, notice the correct spelling of Rendezvous? It's something that any person raised in Alaska knows how to spell correctly....except for me apparently.... I had two people point out that I had spelled it incorrectly when I spelled it Rondevous.... "You're missing a 'Z' in there somewhere, look it up")
Let's see, how productive was I today? I managed to sweet talk a neighbor into changing both the light bulbs in my hallway...(what can I say, I HATE changing lightbulbs... it's like most women when a mouse runs in front of them... it's like a phobia of sorts... I know, I'm weird!) And I also managed to give away three beds, and had all three picked up today too! Got the new cable line installed in my bedroom, thanks to the permission given to me from my totally KICK ASS landlord! (Example of how totally awesome my Landlord is... last night when Dave was painting an empty unit for him, my neighbor J was over there, talking with him, and as I was standing there, asked him "Hey, you know that wall in the bathroom that sits between the washer and toilet? Mind if I knock that wall down?" and D, the Landlord, shrugs and says "Yeah, go for it man." I just had to shake my head and tell him what an awesome and totally understanding LL he is. I swear I brag about what an awesome LL I have...I talk about him the same way I do Dave. I was at the cable company last week scheduling to have them come out and do this install, and when the lady asked me if I had permission to put the line in, I was all "Pfft. Of course I do. I have the COOLEST LL in history. I wouldn't move if someone tried to pay me to. Of course, I had to go through a LOT of bad ones to get the one I have now... and I mean a LOT of really BAD ones!!" and as I'm saying this, I realize that I say the same thing about Dave all the time. (But, come one, the LL is letting me paint the walls whatever color I want to, and if I want to do stencil work, or anything else like that, it's totally cool!)
All of the emotional crap I mentioned before is getting sorted through. It's 19 years in the making, so I don't expect to be through it all anytime soon, but all the REALLY HEAVY shit is getting worked through.
Oh, and just let me say WOOHOO the asshole finally got voted off of The Apprentice. John, the sexist asshole scumbag pig that did nothing but ride the coat-tails of all the really talented people and never wanted to take any of the blame for his own fuck ups, is finally OFF the show! Yay! ( Dare I say I hated him more than Omarosa? Nah, but it WAS pretty close!)
And on that note, I will head to bed.
Until later, Ciao!
March 09, 2005
Here I Am!
Well, I haven't been around in a while...
I've been dealing with some very heavy emotional crap lately, leaving me too drained to do much online other than watch music videos and look for new music. But thanks to my wonderful therapist, I think I am ready to once again come back to life! Yay!
There are new pictures up on Yahoo! so go ahead and head on over and take a peek. I've also edited all of the old pictures that were up, all thanks to Adobe, which I now love! It makes all the pictures I take with the digital camera look like they were taken with a regular camera. Hoo-rah!
Well, it's once again time for me to do the family newsletter, and I find myself with nothing to tell people. My family doesn't seem to care much for this whole "keeping everyone in contact and informed" stuff, because not a single person has contacted me back. To be quite frank, I'm VERY disappointed in my family.
Well Blah. Win A Date With Tad Hamilton is on, and like a REALLY bad car wreck, my eyes don't seem capable of leaving the T.V. screen. So, I'm going to say adieu, and Stay Cool People!
Http://photos.yahoo.com/Trouse_80
I've been dealing with some very heavy emotional crap lately, leaving me too drained to do much online other than watch music videos and look for new music. But thanks to my wonderful therapist, I think I am ready to once again come back to life! Yay!
There are new pictures up on Yahoo! so go ahead and head on over and take a peek. I've also edited all of the old pictures that were up, all thanks to Adobe, which I now love! It makes all the pictures I take with the digital camera look like they were taken with a regular camera. Hoo-rah!
Well, it's once again time for me to do the family newsletter, and I find myself with nothing to tell people. My family doesn't seem to care much for this whole "keeping everyone in contact and informed" stuff, because not a single person has contacted me back. To be quite frank, I'm VERY disappointed in my family.
Well Blah. Win A Date With Tad Hamilton is on, and like a REALLY bad car wreck, my eyes don't seem capable of leaving the T.V. screen. So, I'm going to say adieu, and Stay Cool People!
Http://photos.yahoo.com/Trouse_80
March 05, 2005
My current favorite Blogs!!
I'm not going to list them in any kind of order, with the exception of the first one, which is by far my most favorite- simply because the chica that does it is one of the most awesome people I have EVER met online. I never thought I would ever meet someone who is like me in as many ways as she is, and I never thought there was someone out there going through all the same things as me, and never would have thought that those same things would be happening at the same time too! She's my internet twin!
Http://InANutShell.Tblog.com
www.TurtleMama.com/blog/
Http://Gfak40.Tblog.com
Http://FormerFuture.BlogSpot.com
www.FollowThatPoo.com <--- Hasn't been updated in a while, but it's still HILARIOUS!!
Well, that's all I can keep my eyes open for at this point. I'm suddenly extremely tired.
Until later, Ciao Baby!
Http://InANutShell.Tblog.com
www.TurtleMama.com/blog/
Http://Gfak40.Tblog.com
Http://FormerFuture.BlogSpot.com
www.FollowThatPoo.com <--- Hasn't been updated in a while, but it's still HILARIOUS!!
Well, that's all I can keep my eyes open for at this point. I'm suddenly extremely tired.
Until later, Ciao Baby!
Top 10 Reasons I Love My Man
10- Because he knows when to leave me alone.
9- He comes home from work and the first thing he does is take the baby.
8- He loves my kids as if they are is own.
7- He supports me and my kids in everything we want to do.
6- He's incredibly sexy!
5- He is my best friend!
4- I can tell him anything.
3- I can be grumpy and he doesn't take it personally.
2- He doesn't hold anything in my past against me.
1- Because, for the first time ever, I can finally fully TRUST someone!
9- He comes home from work and the first thing he does is take the baby.
8- He loves my kids as if they are is own.
7- He supports me and my kids in everything we want to do.
6- He's incredibly sexy!
5- He is my best friend!
4- I can tell him anything.
3- I can be grumpy and he doesn't take it personally.
2- He doesn't hold anything in my past against me.
1- Because, for the first time ever, I can finally fully TRUST someone!
March 01, 2005
Oh Yeah, One More Thing.....
In all my frustration lately, I have forgot to tell everyone that my little guy has finally managed to ROLL OVER! Oh my god, they grow way too fast!
He did the cutest thing last night. He rolled onto his stomache while laying on his baby blanket, and his bottles were sitting there on the floor at the edge of his blanket. He managed to inch his way all the way over to his bottles and attempted to grab them, knocking one over in the process. He actually managed to get one to his mouth and was attempting to drink from it. It was the most cutest thing ever. And guess what I took pictures! I'll post the link tomorrow!
Until later, Ciao babies!
He did the cutest thing last night. He rolled onto his stomache while laying on his baby blanket, and his bottles were sitting there on the floor at the edge of his blanket. He managed to inch his way all the way over to his bottles and attempted to grab them, knocking one over in the process. He actually managed to get one to his mouth and was attempting to drink from it. It was the most cutest thing ever. And guess what I took pictures! I'll post the link tomorrow!
Until later, Ciao babies!
More Anger?
I am SO sick of people thinking that just because I became a mother at a very young age that I wrecked or ruined my life. I am tired and pissed off about people who think I threw my future away.
Granted, I will be the first to admit that having my first child at 14 was not the smartest thing for me to do. But, at the time, I was taken advantage of. I was a 14 year old facing the persistance of a 24 year old man. I did get pregnant. I did have a kid. And then, Oh My God, I should have another, by the same man mind you, at 16.
What really ticks me off is that I take my role as a parent VERY seriously. I love my children more than life itself. There is nothing on this planet that is more important to me than my children. Okay, so I had kids at a young age. But, unlike most of the other girls I have met along the way that had children around the same age, I never "dumped" my kids on other people, I didn't abandon my kids to go out and party. I have never left my kids somewhere so I could go get high or get drunk. I have given up everything for them, and to take care of them, and make sure that they have what they need.
There is a certain member of my family who manages to bring this anger out in me. My grandmother, who had a very important hand in raising me. She has NEVER praised me for the job that I do as a mother, rather she is constantly reminding me of how I have ruined my life, threw away my future, and disappointed the whole family. And apparently at 14 I was well equipped to deal with the advances of a grown man. I was old enough to know better. With a mom who always worked 2 jobs and was NEVER around for me, and a father who was most of the time an emotional void, showing only irritation, anger, and annoyance. I should have been able to deal with it on my own. I did. And I have two very wonderful, very loving, very intelligent, and very smart children from the way I handled it.
Some people ask me if I regret the decisions I made. In a way, yes I do. I miss the fact that I didn't get to go to high school at all, I regret the fact that I didn't get the full education I should have. Do I regret that I didn't get to go to prom? No. Do I regret that I didn't get to do all the "normal" teenage stuff? No. Do I regret having my kids? Let me say this clearly, so no one will ever need to ask it again....NO!!
I'm tired of the automatic judgement that is passed on me everytime someone finds out how young I am, and how many kids I have. I hate walking into my kids school and people think I'm the older sister, and once they find out that no, I am their mom, their whole demeanor suddenly changes into this whole "oh. I see." attitude. No, apparently you don't see. If you did, you would see that I am here at the school, I'm obviously not on drugs or drunk, I'm not out somewhere more concerned about myself than about the lives that I brought into this world. You would see that there isn't a grandparent standing in my place. You would see the two absolutely brilliant faces that explode with light from the smiles on their faces when they come rushing up to me. You would see the excitment in my eyes when they present me with a test that they just got a 100% on. You would see the immediate hugs and kisses that each face gets showered with after having spent a whole day away from each other. No, you don't see. And don't presume to think you have any clue as to how I handle my job as a parent.
I'm sorry, but I hate to turn this around. I see parents that don't do half the job I do in their 30's. Just because you waited to have children does NOT make you a better person than I. Just because you went to college, or even just got your High school diploma does not make you a better parent than I. Everytime I see a young child wandering through a store alone without supervision, whenever I see a child who could not possibly be older than 6 wandering through a neighborhood alone, I just really want to ask that child to take me to their parent and proceed to beat the crap out of that parent. Of course, I wouldn't do that, if anything for the childs sake. (It wouldn't be good for the child to see that) But these are the parents that you wind up seeing on the news, tearfully begging for the safe return of their children. I can't help but think sometimes when I see these reports "If you had been doing your job as a parent and watching your child, you wouldn't be on the news right now!" It sounds horrible, but that is what I think. Especially in a recent case up here where a mother lost her two boys, both under the age of 7. The boys had been outside playing, and went missing. She came under speculation of having done something to her two boys, but about a week later the two boys were found, dead, having drowned in a nearby lake. This is a prime example of a parent who should have been watching her kids, and didn't.
I might be considered an over-protective mother, to extreme, but my kids will never wind up missing. I know this because whenever we are somewhere other than our house, they do NOT leave my eye sight, and never wander farther than I can reach. And I'll be damned, but my children WILL have a childhood. Mine was ripped from me, so I know what it's like to grow up too fast. My oldest daughter is 9, and believe it or not, does NOT own a thong, does not dress like she's 18, and she still plays with Barbie dolls. She loves her family, helps out around the house, including with the baby, and does not swear. She despises ciggarettes, constantly giving my parents crap about smoking, so I don't have to worry about her smoking anytime soon. Hell, she even knows that aspirin is a drug, and unless really needed shouldn't be taken. She thinks girls that act like they are older are stupid.
The perfect example of how I've done as a mother, came the other night at my future mother in law's birthday dinner. While my neices and nephews were running all over the restaraunt, screaming and misbehaving, my children were sitting nicely at the table, coloring their pictures. There were several paintings in the restaraunt, but there was one in particular that some people might see as art, but I saw it more as a naked cartoon character on the wall. While conversing with me and his aunt and uncle, my son saw the painting. Not at first did he notice the woman in the painting, but rather he noticed the skeleton in the background and commented on the "scary skeleton". You could see his eyes move over, and suddenly his head went down, and he said "mom, that painting is innappropriate." I swear he used those exact words. His aunt and uncle started laughing as did I, but then again, we were all laughing at the absolutely HORRIBLE experiance we were having with this particular restaraunt. Laughing, because quite simply put, jewish families tend to laugh more than they do complain. You can't take life too seriously in this century, after all the horrible things that happened in the past, and while there are more horrible things happening to other people still. (But that's a whole other post!)
I love my children, and in a recent therapy session actually managed to break down into tears as I talked about the fear I have of losing my kids for whatever reason. It's something that scares the hell out of me, and just the sheer thought alone is enough to reduce me to tears. Something that anyone who knows me, knows just does NOT happen. I am known to be one of the strongest people you will ever meet, able to catch life's curve balls without a flinch.
Bah, I've lost my momentum now because I have an adorable little baby boy who is staring at me, and with the biggest smile is cooing soooo adorably for my attention. And with that note, I will say goodnight so I can go kiss his little head and give him as many hugs as he will bear.
Until next time, love your children, please.
Granted, I will be the first to admit that having my first child at 14 was not the smartest thing for me to do. But, at the time, I was taken advantage of. I was a 14 year old facing the persistance of a 24 year old man. I did get pregnant. I did have a kid. And then, Oh My God, I should have another, by the same man mind you, at 16.
What really ticks me off is that I take my role as a parent VERY seriously. I love my children more than life itself. There is nothing on this planet that is more important to me than my children. Okay, so I had kids at a young age. But, unlike most of the other girls I have met along the way that had children around the same age, I never "dumped" my kids on other people, I didn't abandon my kids to go out and party. I have never left my kids somewhere so I could go get high or get drunk. I have given up everything for them, and to take care of them, and make sure that they have what they need.
There is a certain member of my family who manages to bring this anger out in me. My grandmother, who had a very important hand in raising me. She has NEVER praised me for the job that I do as a mother, rather she is constantly reminding me of how I have ruined my life, threw away my future, and disappointed the whole family. And apparently at 14 I was well equipped to deal with the advances of a grown man. I was old enough to know better. With a mom who always worked 2 jobs and was NEVER around for me, and a father who was most of the time an emotional void, showing only irritation, anger, and annoyance. I should have been able to deal with it on my own. I did. And I have two very wonderful, very loving, very intelligent, and very smart children from the way I handled it.
Some people ask me if I regret the decisions I made. In a way, yes I do. I miss the fact that I didn't get to go to high school at all, I regret the fact that I didn't get the full education I should have. Do I regret that I didn't get to go to prom? No. Do I regret that I didn't get to do all the "normal" teenage stuff? No. Do I regret having my kids? Let me say this clearly, so no one will ever need to ask it again....NO!!
I'm tired of the automatic judgement that is passed on me everytime someone finds out how young I am, and how many kids I have. I hate walking into my kids school and people think I'm the older sister, and once they find out that no, I am their mom, their whole demeanor suddenly changes into this whole "oh. I see." attitude. No, apparently you don't see. If you did, you would see that I am here at the school, I'm obviously not on drugs or drunk, I'm not out somewhere more concerned about myself than about the lives that I brought into this world. You would see that there isn't a grandparent standing in my place. You would see the two absolutely brilliant faces that explode with light from the smiles on their faces when they come rushing up to me. You would see the excitment in my eyes when they present me with a test that they just got a 100% on. You would see the immediate hugs and kisses that each face gets showered with after having spent a whole day away from each other. No, you don't see. And don't presume to think you have any clue as to how I handle my job as a parent.
I'm sorry, but I hate to turn this around. I see parents that don't do half the job I do in their 30's. Just because you waited to have children does NOT make you a better person than I. Just because you went to college, or even just got your High school diploma does not make you a better parent than I. Everytime I see a young child wandering through a store alone without supervision, whenever I see a child who could not possibly be older than 6 wandering through a neighborhood alone, I just really want to ask that child to take me to their parent and proceed to beat the crap out of that parent. Of course, I wouldn't do that, if anything for the childs sake. (It wouldn't be good for the child to see that) But these are the parents that you wind up seeing on the news, tearfully begging for the safe return of their children. I can't help but think sometimes when I see these reports "If you had been doing your job as a parent and watching your child, you wouldn't be on the news right now!" It sounds horrible, but that is what I think. Especially in a recent case up here where a mother lost her two boys, both under the age of 7. The boys had been outside playing, and went missing. She came under speculation of having done something to her two boys, but about a week later the two boys were found, dead, having drowned in a nearby lake. This is a prime example of a parent who should have been watching her kids, and didn't.
I might be considered an over-protective mother, to extreme, but my kids will never wind up missing. I know this because whenever we are somewhere other than our house, they do NOT leave my eye sight, and never wander farther than I can reach. And I'll be damned, but my children WILL have a childhood. Mine was ripped from me, so I know what it's like to grow up too fast. My oldest daughter is 9, and believe it or not, does NOT own a thong, does not dress like she's 18, and she still plays with Barbie dolls. She loves her family, helps out around the house, including with the baby, and does not swear. She despises ciggarettes, constantly giving my parents crap about smoking, so I don't have to worry about her smoking anytime soon. Hell, she even knows that aspirin is a drug, and unless really needed shouldn't be taken. She thinks girls that act like they are older are stupid.
The perfect example of how I've done as a mother, came the other night at my future mother in law's birthday dinner. While my neices and nephews were running all over the restaraunt, screaming and misbehaving, my children were sitting nicely at the table, coloring their pictures. There were several paintings in the restaraunt, but there was one in particular that some people might see as art, but I saw it more as a naked cartoon character on the wall. While conversing with me and his aunt and uncle, my son saw the painting. Not at first did he notice the woman in the painting, but rather he noticed the skeleton in the background and commented on the "scary skeleton". You could see his eyes move over, and suddenly his head went down, and he said "mom, that painting is innappropriate." I swear he used those exact words. His aunt and uncle started laughing as did I, but then again, we were all laughing at the absolutely HORRIBLE experiance we were having with this particular restaraunt. Laughing, because quite simply put, jewish families tend to laugh more than they do complain. You can't take life too seriously in this century, after all the horrible things that happened in the past, and while there are more horrible things happening to other people still. (But that's a whole other post!)
I love my children, and in a recent therapy session actually managed to break down into tears as I talked about the fear I have of losing my kids for whatever reason. It's something that scares the hell out of me, and just the sheer thought alone is enough to reduce me to tears. Something that anyone who knows me, knows just does NOT happen. I am known to be one of the strongest people you will ever meet, able to catch life's curve balls without a flinch.
Bah, I've lost my momentum now because I have an adorable little baby boy who is staring at me, and with the biggest smile is cooing soooo adorably for my attention. And with that note, I will say goodnight so I can go kiss his little head and give him as many hugs as he will bear.
Until next time, love your children, please.
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