Our Mother's Day

I had a wonderful Mother's Day. I got to sleep in (wahoo!!!) until 8am where I was gently awoken by Sam coming into the bedroom with a hot mug of coffee for me. He was going to serve me breakfast in bed, but I thought it would be a little too cliche and I wanted to eat in the kitchen with Sam and Nathaniel (and avoid little one jumping onto the bed and spilling syrup on my sheets). Sam not only made me pancakes, but he made me banana pancakes! My favorite!
After church and nap we went to Disneyland. When we got there I said, "Hey, let's see if Nathaniel is tall enough to ride the Matterhorn yet!" I didn't think he would be, but he was tall enough, so I won the 'Mother of the Year' award by taking my 22 month old on a roller coaster ride.

Here is the after picture. He doesn't look too scared or scarred. In fact, we went on the Go Gadget roller coaster right after this and he loved it!

I will post another post with a slide show, because I'm trying to insert pictures, but it's being dumb (or, I'm dumb...hmmm...).

Life is good here. Sam is nearly done with the semester, I'm basically done (except for going to class and prepping Hebrew before class) and it's been nice to go to the park more often. My major project (aside from reading for pleasure) has been to really clean the apartment. I have been picking something to clean every day. I am pleased to announce my living room is clean completely. I even cleaned out the desk! Woot! I also dusted the tip tops of the book shelves! As soon as Sam is finished with his final paper, he's going to be handed a dust rag and a mop and he will get to join the fun.

Nathaniel is awesome. He is starting to put words together. His favorite one is pointing to a picture of the family and saying, "daddy and mommy and daddy and mommy and daddy..." It's pretty cute.

The bodily functions have calmed down as well. We are finishing up the antibiotics and the poops are solid once more. Life is good. Tomorrow we will go to Disneyland and enjoy our free time because summer school starts in two weeks. Ugh.

Flight of the Conchords

These guys are absolutely hilarious! Here is too awkward conversations everywhere:

And it just keeps getting better!

Monday-Thursday: Occasional vomits from the child. We never knew when it was coming, but it made for an interesting week.

Wednesday: Trip to the pediatrician to find out about a double ear infection, which resulted in a shot of antibiotics in the leg (poor boy) and 10 days worth of "yummy" amoxycillin (which, Nathaniel always asks for more of...).

Friday: We realize what antibiotics does to our poor boy's system. Needless to say...today Nathaniel had a massive blow out in the diaper when we were at McD's eating lunch. Sam had to strip him down in the men's room and bag up everything the kid was wearing from the waist down. Then (after running a few more quick errands, which are another post unto themselves...let's just say I hate the Target by our house even more today than I did before), we got home and I hear Nathaniel in the back of the car saying, "Ewww...". Yup, more poo down the leg. Into the bathtub he went, and I threw a load of laundry into the wash (I've done more laundry this week than in the past two weeks combined!). Nathaniel got out of the tub, into a fresh diaper and snuggled down for his nap. At about 5pm I went to wake him up because I wanted him to sleep tonight (he's been taking really long naps lately due to all of the sickness stuff). When I walked into his bedroom I noticed he was already sitting up looking at a book in his crib, while finger painting...

Yup, he once again liquified his lunch and got it on his sheet and wiped it on his crib slats. Amazingly, it didn't get on his book, his stuffed animals or his blankets, just his crib and sheet. So, off he went into the tub (much to his great delight. He loves playing with the water as it comes out of the faucet) and in went more laundry. Quite a bit of bleach went onto a rag and all over his crib, and now...he is once again sleeping soundly and mommy is hoping that there is no more "surprises" waiting for me.

Date at Disneyland

The other weekend one of our friends took Nathaniel for a day (and night) and let Sam and I be a couple again. It was amazingly fun.

You would think that of all of the possibilities that were ahead of us Sam and I would choose something chic and classy. Maybe a fancy dinner at The Melting Pot? Maybe a nice movie? Maybe hiking in the wilderness (ha, after driving for about an hour and a half first). Nope. We went to Disneyland! Woo Hoo!




It was a lot of fun, but we realized that we are lame. We got tired so easily! We spent quite a bit of time just sitting on benches watching people and relishing the fact that we didn't have a stroller or a diaper bag (although, we did miss the little booger and were happy to be reunited the next day).

Double ear infection and a case of the technicolor yawns...

First, I have to say I love my boy's timing. In the 22 months he has been on this earth, he has only thrown up a few times. The first time was after his 1st birthday (I think too much frosting or something). I got to deal with that one, but this past week he's had the flu and has managed to throw up quite a few times. Every time he's thrown up, I have not been home, so Sam has had to deal with it. Amazing timing! I feel lucky. I told Sam it was because he missed out on the 8 months of puking I did while pregnant, it's payback time.

I did take Nathaniel to the pediatrician today to see if there was anything we could do to help him get better from the "pukes". Turns out he has a double ear infection too. Poor boy. He had to have a shot of antibiotics since he was throwing up too. That equaled really unhappy boy at the doctor's. He was also really unhappy because I wouldn't give him any milk...

Funny story from tonight. We were picking up toys before bathtime and Nathaniel picked up most of his blocks and then dumped them all out. He got into "ignoring" mood when I kept reminding him to pick up his blocks. Finally I said, "Nathaniel, look at me. If you aren't going to pick up your blocks you are going to have a time out." Then I went to put something away, and I came back into the living room and couldn't find Nathaniel. I went into the kitchen and found him in time out with his arms crossed. I burst into laughter and walked into the living room because he had put himself in time out! What a funny boy. After that, he picked up blocks right away.

He's an awesome kid. I love this boy.

"NO!" "MINE!"

This past weekend our neighbors had a moving sale, and we joined them in the attempt to sell some of our junk. Nathaniel was happily playing with Cathy's 2 year old cousin when the I heard the dreaded words..."Mine!" and I looked over to see my sweet little boy yanking a toy out of this other kid's hands and glaring at him like he was trying to take money or something. Ugh. So, we now get to start the numerous lessons about sharing...luckily the two boys happily began playing with the ball together and a crisis was averted.

Yet, last night I was diligently working on yet another paper and Sam was reading Nathaniel a story, or at least was planning on reading him his bedtime story...suddenly from the other room I hear, "No! Mine!!" Yup, the twos struck again, Nathaniel didn't want Sam to read the story, he wanted to hold the book and flip through the pages on his own. *sigh* So it starts.

He's also learned another new word. Last night during bedtime prayers, Sam was praying and Nathaniel was picking his nose (gross). He sweetly looked up at me, held out his hand and said, "Booger?" Ew.

The mother of all meltdowns...

I am officially a "bad, mean old mommy". I made Nathaniel pick up the crayons that he dumped all over the floor, and I took away his toys and closed his bedroom door (to keep him away from the toys, not to lock him in). Doing this caused the snotty, crying, screaming fit of the year. For 2.5 hours he screamed and hit and threw things and flailed and even went as far as tugging on my heart strings by crying, "bee-bee...beeee....beeeeeee..." While I sat there calmly telling him he needed to pick up his crayons. Aren't I terrible? Teaching my child responsibility and that throwing a wing ding of a fit doesn't get him his way?

Needless to say, he finally calmly picked up his crayons, came over and gave me a big hug, and then ate a huge lunch (okay, soup and a banana, but he ate a lot of soup). Ugh, what a morning.

More news on the blankie front (maybe I should call this "blankie gate"?). A dear long time friend of mine read my blog and went to the kid kouture website and sent me a gift card (online voucher) for said blankie-type along with an email. What a sweetie! (Thanks Erika!!). Of course, the blankie story tugged on her emotions because of her blankie (and hankie) that she had when she was growing up that she ended up burying with her mom when she passed away from cancer a few years ago. Of course, I was bawling like Nathaniel (oh my, did I just type that?) when I read her email...

Again, I really do think that school is causing me to lose my mind.

All in all, good week (aside from fits). I finished a huge paper, was blessed by a friend, my son spent the night with some friends last weekend (and Sam and I got to go to D-land and ride big kid rides) and yesterday we got to go to the Talbot Student Banquet last minute for free! It's been some good de-stressing times. Of course...I still have a butt load to do (and so does Sam), but in three weeks this semester will be over (and then the 6 weeks of summer classes start...*ominous music*).

Hooray!!!