I have been trying to come up with one good story from the past few days but really, it's been "normal" in our neck of the woods. I decided to give a little bit of "normal" to the web.
Daily occurrences:
Brianna wants to do it by herself. (It doesn't matter what "it" is, we hear... "NO, I do!)
Grant stinks up the whole house.
Brianna cries when it's time to turn Dora off.
Grant just cries.
Brianna wants to eat but nothing I'm offering.
Grant eats constantly (every 4 hours feels like constantly... Especially in the middle of the night.)
Brianna makes a mess.
Grant makes a very different kind of mess.
Brianna gives us "big hugs" that strangle, and sloppy wet kisses.
Grant smiles so big we think his lower jaw might pop out of it's socket.
That's life these days!
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Wednesday, oh how I loathe thee
Wednesday is a four letter word in my house.
After working all day with cranky pre-teens (hump day means cranky day in a middle school), I go to graduate school all evening. Graduate school is interesting on a social level if not academic level, at least my whispered side conversations keep me awake. Then I go home.
At home I generally find at least one crying child and a husband who looks like Mt. Vesuvius on a BAD day! Adam is wonderful with our kids, he plays with them, changes diapers, does everything a good dad should... but he does not handle crying well. Despite his ever growing knowledge of what children need to be happy, he doesn't always think of the right one at the right time. Especially with Grant.
Please don't think I blame him! I love my husband and can't thank him enough for understanding that I need to finish my masters and keep working. I know exactly how he feels when Grant is screaming with a tummy ache and Brianna wants milk NOW and you just can't handle one more minute! But it's still chaos I come home to.
One more grad school session till I graduate... 10 more frickin Wednesdays.
After working all day with cranky pre-teens (hump day means cranky day in a middle school), I go to graduate school all evening. Graduate school is interesting on a social level if not academic level, at least my whispered side conversations keep me awake. Then I go home.
At home I generally find at least one crying child and a husband who looks like Mt. Vesuvius on a BAD day! Adam is wonderful with our kids, he plays with them, changes diapers, does everything a good dad should... but he does not handle crying well. Despite his ever growing knowledge of what children need to be happy, he doesn't always think of the right one at the right time. Especially with Grant.
Please don't think I blame him! I love my husband and can't thank him enough for understanding that I need to finish my masters and keep working. I know exactly how he feels when Grant is screaming with a tummy ache and Brianna wants milk NOW and you just can't handle one more minute! But it's still chaos I come home to.
One more grad school session till I graduate... 10 more frickin Wednesdays.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
I know what you mean
Today, This, almost made me cry. If I were are home, not at work, I would have sobbed.
Grant is only three weeks younger than Noah and Amalah can write it so much better than I could ever even think it.
Grant is only three weeks younger than Noah and Amalah can write it so much better than I could ever even think it.
My big baby, and the little one too!
Last night, we took the kids to meet Pop-pop Howie and Grandma 'Niese at Chuck E Cheese. They have Hannah staying with them for a couple days while her mom and dad adjust to having new baby Benjamin at home.
Brianna is TERRIFIED of Chuck E. I don't think she ate more than about 3 bites of pizza, despite the fact that it is one of her favorite foods. Every time that stupid animatronic mouse started singing or dancing, she would pretty much wrap herself around my neck or cower in the corner of the booth saying, "Chucky singing...no like Chucky... Chucky scare me."
And if I thought that was bad... I almost lost my head when she squeezed it off when the human Chuck E came with in 100 feet of us! I might have lost my hearing as well with the crying and all... except that it had already gone upon entering this den of din! I think I might have a headache until the weekend!
Meanwhile, Grant LOVED it! It was all his favorite things rolled up together. He got to be held, while looking at lots of bright lights and shiny moving things. All this coupled with a full belly and a dry diaper. What more can a three month old ask for? I liked that it kept him awake all evening, and asleep all night! YIPEE!! Even if it's still a once-in-a-while thing, I'll take all the sleeping through the night that I can get!
My favorite part was the photo ops... I'll post those as soon as I can!
Brianna is TERRIFIED of Chuck E. I don't think she ate more than about 3 bites of pizza, despite the fact that it is one of her favorite foods. Every time that stupid animatronic mouse started singing or dancing, she would pretty much wrap herself around my neck or cower in the corner of the booth saying, "Chucky singing...no like Chucky... Chucky scare me."
And if I thought that was bad... I almost lost my head when she squeezed it off when the human Chuck E came with in 100 feet of us! I might have lost my hearing as well with the crying and all... except that it had already gone upon entering this den of din! I think I might have a headache until the weekend!
Meanwhile, Grant LOVED it! It was all his favorite things rolled up together. He got to be held, while looking at lots of bright lights and shiny moving things. All this coupled with a full belly and a dry diaper. What more can a three month old ask for? I liked that it kept him awake all evening, and asleep all night! YIPEE!! Even if it's still a once-in-a-while thing, I'll take all the sleeping through the night that I can get!
My favorite part was the photo ops... I'll post those as soon as I can!
Monday, January 23, 2006
New lease on blogging
I have made a decision... I am going to resign myself to mommy blogging.
I have so many things that I want to tell my children someday, like how they looked when they were crying or how frustrated I get when they won't eat. However, I know that I will forget it all before they are old enough to care. I've never been good with a journal or diary but this is more like e-mail. I'm going to "e-mail" my kids information about themselves.
I may occasionally tell y'all other things too like how hard it is to finish graduate school with two kids (3 if you count my husband, and I do!).
My name is Johanna, and I am a mommy blogger! I will flood the internet with stories of my children that only I think are funny. I will waste cyberspace with information that no one but me, and maybe a handful of others will ever read. I only hope that someday, this will still be available for my children to read, if even they care!
I have so many things that I want to tell my children someday, like how they looked when they were crying or how frustrated I get when they won't eat. However, I know that I will forget it all before they are old enough to care. I've never been good with a journal or diary but this is more like e-mail. I'm going to "e-mail" my kids information about themselves.
I may occasionally tell y'all other things too like how hard it is to finish graduate school with two kids (3 if you count my husband, and I do!).
My name is Johanna, and I am a mommy blogger! I will flood the internet with stories of my children that only I think are funny. I will waste cyberspace with information that no one but me, and maybe a handful of others will ever read. I only hope that someday, this will still be available for my children to read, if even they care!
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