"Oh.....I W-O-R-K"

So recently (yesterday) I asked several "friends" for activities for my very active (read- aggressive) almost 15 month old on facebook of all places. I know, I know...I'm on there way too much lately. Boredom I guess.

I got several responses. One of which included "Since you don't work, you can do a, b, or c".

You could hear a pin drop in that cyber world.

"Um..yeah."

What I did want to say was "Hey girlfriend. I DO WORK. Every dang day, even when I'm off, in fact, there is no OFF time for me. I don't get paid, I rarely feel like I've completed a 'job' and I don't get to eat or pee in peace."

And, I know for a fact that she herself has never been a stay at home mom because we stay at home moms stick together and would never NEVER say such a thing.

We KNOW what we go through every day. (Shudder)

Also, I know that when she would be on "vacation" (paid- can you imagine?) and after just a few days, she would complain how she couldn't WAIT to go back to work. Huh, one can only dream....

(And I totally know that thanks to facebook and all her posts! It does have it's pros)

SO, that being said, I was "offended" lets say (that's code for 'pissed'). I can't quite shake what she said. She thinks my life is all bon bons and soap operas all day (I actually prefer godiva truffles when I can afford them, and soap operas bore me. I'd much rather watch Mob Wives).

I know she doesn't envy me-she's said before that she could never stay home. And you know what? I know many many mamas who would never ever want to stay at home, who much prefer to work outside the home for sanity's sake. And- I so GET that.

But-really? Why the need to "judge" me as if my job is all roses (it's so not!).

Do I judge her for working? NO! Totally envious of her most days. Ahh, to eat and pee in peace? To NOT have a toddler scream at you for the fifteenth time that day? To be able to converse with only adults? Who you don't have to wipe their asses or get peed on by them?

SIGN.ME.UP.

Although...it has crossed my mind that maybe, just maybe, she meant nothing at all by it?

And then I feel like a paranoid crazy lunatic who maybe could use a nap.


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WILD man

So in recent events (when I've actually had time to look up and notice), rocket man is...umm...enthusiastic let's say?

At first it was one thing at a time.

"Oh look! He's screaming! He's learning his voice!" (Looking back, he came out screaming. Not crying. S-c-r-e-a-m-i-n-g.

"Uh uh, we DON'T hit!!!" (He must have been frustrated!)

"We DON'T BITE!" (Poor guy must be hungry?)

"We DON'T THROW toys at our sister's head!!!! (What a strong arm!)

Then we kind of saw a "trend", and here we are.

To put it kindly, he is VERY different from his sister and brother. In ALL forms possible.

Looking back, THEY were much more quiet....and mellow. If I was comparing them to colors they were pastels- blues/greens, maybe some yellows and pinks? Rocket man- red and black with shooting neons all zig zag crazy-like.

Good grief.

But, he is very very cute. The kid can work it when he knows he's in trouble.
He can flash you a grin like his life depended on it.

Did I mention he has dimples? Dimple(s)- plural. Gets me every time.

His head has all these wonderful curls I can't bear to cut off yet. Sooo adorable!

He laughs with his whole chubby-body goodness. Like a "kid" laugh. Not a baby one. A KID one.

When he needs a hug he will walk up to you and lean his head on your chest. (Swoon!)

He makes you feel like you are the only one that matters in the world.

But.

When he is angry with you, you can't miss it, hence the screaming in his baby jibber jabber words. And waving his arms around. Like how you see the monkeys at the zoo-fighting, beating on their chests? Yup. That about sums it up.

Kid comes at you like a bulldozer. He WILL be heard.

He also turns to look at you when you're talking smack about him, did it even as a baby....."ooooooh, hey sweetie!" (Guilty)

Also-

He LOVES his trucks. He can spend a good 20 min just driving them back and forth, watching how they work. Kid is fascinated with them, never tires of it.

(DO NOT mess with the kids' trucks. Well, unless you want to unleash "the wrath" ..which his sister always seems to forget about.)

He LOVES to go to the store, for the most part. Until he's not happy, then it's time to BOOK IT and get the heck outta dodge.

The kid is HOT and COLD man.

Every day is an "adventure". A tiring one filled with highs and lows, and lots of kisses and um, screaming. My hubby said we should call him that. "The screamer." Out of earshot, of course.

Now I'm not suggesting that we are AT all "afraid" of the baby per se..

But-

I do know for sure that I'm glad he was last and not first. I understand as a seasoned mom-gotta keep me on my toes and on high alert I guess?

I just can't help thinking that there just might not have been a #2 and #3, just sayin'...

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NOT happening

I can't believe it. My baby girl is 4 today!

4! That's one year away from 5-official kid-dom.

I have mixed emotions, but mostly sad. She's growing up waaaaaay too fast!
Everything is "I do it! I want to do it MYSELF!"

Last night at dinner, she didn't want to hold my hand as we walked back to the table from the bathroom. Instead, she wanted to hold her "auntie's hand".

Already I'm pushed on the side. One day we will fight and she will scream at me that she "hates me". I just know it.

Lately I've been saying "Are you getting bigger? Are you growing when you're sleeping, when I'm not looking? You're not going to leave mama, right?"

(Poor kid- the pressure I know)

To which she replies "It's 'ok' to get bigger mama", while she pats me on the shoulder to console me.

SOB!!!

And you know what? She's totally right. It IS ok to get bigger.. I just kind of wanted her to stay small for ME. Such a smart girl I tell you...


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Funny and sad....

This morning and I was getting the kids off to school (such a blessing after a LOOOOOOOOOOOONG spring break-seriously- a break for who??) I was in a rush and on the verge of a panic attack.

My daughter was on the potty while I tried to hurry her along. She had her hand up her shirt, and was giggling. When I looked at her weird she said "When I touch my nene's (boobies) it tickles!!!"

I told her to stop, and hurry up and go potty.

Then she did it again. "We may have a problem..." I thought to myself.

Lately she is so obsessed with...parts.

Then she asked me "Boys have pee pees, and girls have flowers. Right mama?! Right??!" I swear lately she asks this of me once a day. Almost like "Just so we're C-L-E-A-R.....Boys have __________ and ..."

(I could just imagine the things she was sharing at school, or starting to notice for that matter in a house filled with 3 boys)

I'm gonna handle that issue as a parent with "Ignorance is bliss".

Just sayin'.

as for SAD things, while watching the movie "Up" my oldest son asked me "why do some people not have babies and some people have babies but don't WANT them?"

Whoa-deep.

So I thought a moment and told him the truth:

"The people that can't, their bodies won't let them and for the ones that have them and don't want them? They give them away."

"But w-h-y don't they want them?" as if he could not quite understand how this was possible.

Ok, a bit harsh but true right? I thought a bit harder about how to explain to him how the world works, unplanned/complicated pregnancies/situations and settled for:

"But", I told him, "we were lucky to have THREE babies! And? Those people that give those babies away, sometimes they don't have the money to take care of them, or they don't have help. So then the people that can't have babies adopt those babies."

"That's so sad" he said. I agreed. Very sad, very complicated, very hard indeed.

He still had a dark cloud over his face like as was taking it all in.

Oy vey! I think I did pretty good on my feet- truthful but not brutal. Not too botched up, right?!

(Note to self-always be prepared for IMPORTANT big kid questions, you never know when they will be sprung on you)

As for rocket man, he is screaming in his crib (as I type this) after trying to hit his brother AND sister, being a crabby crabcakes, and desperately needing a nap. He is talking constantly in his jibber jabberish way and I can just imagine the things THAT kid is saying to me...

Another day in mommy-dom I guess.



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