I’ve reached that stage in life…

I’ve reached that stage in life where I am ridiculously excited about the cordless stick vacuum I bought that came today and I can’t wait to give it a whirl tomorrow.

Yes…. that’s my life.

Someone come take me out for Starbucks…. 😂

#momlife

Things that kids say….

-“Mommy, what’s that over there, is that a mailbox?”

-“No, honey, it’s a porta potty…”

-“What’s that?”

-“Well, it’s for people who are outside working or can’t get inside to use the restroom for some reason. Basically it’s a tiny plastic potty filled with poop that’s been baking in the Texas sun all day…. they’re really gross and you should only use one if you have no other choice.”

-“oh…… I REALLY want to poop in one someday….”

#toddlerlifegoals

Things kids say…

Tatum: “Can I have a chocolate donut, mom?”

-Me: “No, Tatum, you chose a lollipop for after dinner. You can have a donut for breakfast.”

-Silence from the backseat….

-Tatum: “Can I have breakfast, Mom?”

#thinkingahead #noyoumaynot #dontworkmeoverkid

Actual texts to my spouse…

Actual texts to Wade:

Ask me about how, in the span of three minutes TOPS, Tatum (after I specifically warned her not to) gives her 10.5 month old baby brother a chocolate chip granola bar and it looks like the granola/chocolate factory exploded in a 5 ft circle around my son. How CAN that much mess come from one measly granola bar?!?

Also, how can that much drama result from me calmly telling my daughter to please not try to kill her brother with said granola bar?

On second thought, maybe you better not ask me about all this… I think I still have PTSD from it. 😂🙄😡🤦‍♀️

Notes from an ordinary Wednesday

Notes from an ordinary Wednesday…

-Tatum after going through her goody bag from the dentist on Monday: “Are you SERIOUS right now? I can’t believe they gave me THIS toothpaste. *big sigh/eye roll* I don’t LIKE this toothpaste…. are you for REAL?!?”

-“Mommy, can I have an Oreo for breakfast?”….. “After you eat a whole banana, you can have one Oreo”….. “Tell you what, Mommy, how about TWO.”

-Tatum running down the hall to use the bathroom (which is currently occupied by Grandpa taking a shower but I guess he forgot to lock the door)… *major giggles* “GRANDPA IS NEKKID!!!!!” Whoops….. sorry grandpa! 😱🤭

-Wyatt at dinner at Texas Roadhouse….. “Man, he’s turned into such a super grabby kid, you wouldn’t believe how quick he is!!!” while I set him in a high chair and in a split second he grabs an entire bucket of peanuts and dumps them all over himself…… guess he’s not allergic to peanuts…. 😂🤦‍♀️

“What, you wanted these to STAY folded?”

Nerd dog made another appearance at obedience school today, so there’s that…

Oh, and my in-laws brought back a crap ton of chocolate from France, so I’ll see y’all in a couple days or about 20 extra pounds, whichever comes first! 😂

What they should REALLY teach you…

Today I want to talk about what they SHOULD be teaching you in these “New Parent / Taking Care of Baby” classes they put on right around the same time you’re taking childbirth classes!

Wade and I took these when we were preparing for Tatum.  My personal favorite moment was when the instructor handed Wade an anatomically correct baby doll and asked him how you clean before you re-diaper.  His response?  “Um, that’s why I’m here?”

My how things have changed for us this second time around.  Even with the first kiddo!!  EVERY DAY there’s something new that I think to myself, why didn’t they tell me THIS in class?  THAT would have been helpful!

So here’s my take on if “Child Rearing” was a college degree (and it probably SHOULD be), what the course load might look like….. hypothetically speaking.

Fluid Volumes 101: Put 4oz in, seconds later 20oz comes back out. Still amazed by this one.

Diapering 101: I’ve decided lately that this should be a practical lab. Each student gets a completely greased up octopus that’s been injected with copious amounts of sugar or coke or whatever you need to make an octopus insane (I didn’t say this was going to be accurate, right?) and a pack of diapers.  Your grade depends on how well you can get ONE DIAPER on.  For the love of Pete, y’all, how ONE 22lb kid can squirm and worm and twist at that speed with that amount of force is completely beyond my comprehension.

Diapering 102: Same as above, however this time you get zinc oxide based diaper cream and you have to get it evenly spread on the privates without making a mess.  Really this should probably be a doctorate level class…

Teething 101: Aw hell. Probably best to just sleep in and skip this class. Otherwise you might never have kids.

Toddler Supervision 103: This should probably be a practical lab too.  I’m thinking grease up a piglet and piss it off and then let it loose in a toy store. You have to hold on to it for as long as you can. If you lose it, you have to go find it and regain control. (Bonus points if you can be super stealthy about it so the other parents don’t know that’s YOUR kid running wild and without a parent in sight.)

Eating Out With Kids 101: This one is kind of simple actually.  Don’t do it. I’m serious. Save your sanity.  If you MUST do it, take an electronic device as a crutch. Don’t be afraid of judgement, we ALL swore we would NEVER be THAT parent, and look at us now. I’m not ashamed to say I’ve leaned on that digital crutch a time or two (or maybe several hundred), and if you have ever been in a restaurant with my kids when they’re reaching critical mass, you should THANK ME for saving your dinner.  In the words of Maui from Moana, YOU’RE WELCOME.

Bedtime 102: Good lord, don’t even.

Potty Training 101: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *snort*

Hostage Negotiation: This one you NEED TO ATTEND. For real. I don’t even think we need police negotiators, just grab the nearest mom of a 3-4 year old if you want a PRO to handle the job.  My negotiating skills have NEVER been more on-point than they are at this point in my life. Mama got skills, y’all.

I’m sure there’s all kinds of bonus class opportunities I’m missing here, like perhaps:

  • Toddler Extraction Techniques (For when you’re ready to leave, and they’re NOT.)
  • Feeding Negotiation (Stuff they NEED to be eating, rather than stuff they WANT.)
  • Sticking to your Guns (especially helpful for daddies of daughters, AHEM, Wade)
  • Sticker Behavior Charts 102
  • Medicating your 1-4 year old (no, not THAT kind of medication, I’m talking actual medical necessity ha!)
  • Maintaining your cool, even when you’re not.
  • etc.

I mean, really, the list is endless.  How about “Not Saying Things You Don’t Want Repeated” – I’m ridiculously bad at that one.  I would have failed that class for sure.

What are some lessons the rest of you parental types have learned that you NEVER in a million years thought would be a skill or experience you would ever need?  I’d love to hear others opinions!

 

My weirdness is shining through…

My weirdness is shining through, but those of you who REALLY know me won’t be surprised….

I don’t have a ton to say today about being a parent, or mommying, or my kiddos, or any of that jazz, but I do have a photo of the super fun peg-family I had made of us around Christmastime that I totally forgot to share.  I totally love it, and it’s totally nerdy to have a peg-family replica.  😉

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Parenting is hard…

Parenting is hard…. super hard, ridiculously hard, but the hardest part of parenting?

Not laughing when your kid does or says something totally inappropriate or hilarious, because you CAN’T.

You CAN’T laugh, crack a smile, show any sign of weakness, do ANYTHING except keep that stone face mug with eyes trained directly forward, like NOTHING HAPPENED.  Because if you do, if you show any sign at ALL that you thought that was even REMOTELY amusing, they’ll do it again….. and again and again and again.

They’re watching you…..  ALWAYS watching.

Case in point:

You’re driving home from dinner with Granddaddy and the two kids in the car.  Your 3.5 year old daughter starts singing “Uptown Funk”, however because she’s 3.5 years old, she’s conspicuously leaving out the “n” in “Funk”.

Hilarious….. but not good.

So you manage the stone face, you don’t crack. You’re in amazement at your self control.

Then your dad (Granddaddy) starts laughing….. and it’s all over.  You can’t hold it in anymore.  It’s funny, and you’re laughing, and now you’re truly screwed.

Fast forward to today, your husband takes said 3.5 year old into the grocery store to grab a couple things while you wait in the car.  He comes back with a funny look on his face, and he says “Tatum was singing a rather…… inappropriate….. song in the grocery store.  Not sure what it was.  Tatum, what was that song again?”

“Uptown Funk?” I supply helpfully.  “Without the ‘N’?”

Oh…. yeah….. that was it.