Happy Halloween! I'm busy making homemade soup and watching my kids play in the snow with hubby. Just wanted to post a halloween greeting, and offer this as some entertainment. Have fun, and happy hauntings!
you have snow there already? gee, I envy you that. It seems like we'll have to wait another month or two before we get any chance of snow here...all we seem to get is rain! Hope you had a good halloween
I can't help but notice the changes in you over the last several years. I know life hasn't been easy on you lately. You were once so awake and perky, ready for anything that came our way. Always opimistically looking up. I dare say you were even admired a time or two by others. These days, my dear friends, you are looking tired and run down. These two precious children drained all the energy out of you, while you gave them everything you had. (Thank you for that). You have been selfless and giving. I'm not sure if you noticed, as you haven't seemed "up and around", but we are still in the prime of life here. Married and two kids, yes, but there is still lots of life to live. Perhaps you need a little extra support? Is there no way to perk you up? I hope you'll wake up and live life again. It's a little lonely without you.
Talk to your Dr. There's some kind of product, I'm not sure exactly how it works, but it's specifically designed to help "heal" over-nursed breasts. It's also used to help after cancer surgeries. I wish I could remember the name ...
YEAH!!! This has become my favorite phrase. I log on to Blog Explosion and click away. It has become less about the earning of credits for me, and more about seeing how many of those prized mystery credits I can win! And I'm facinated that I can just rack them up one day, and the next I will hardly get any.
The highest I've hit so far is 25. I don't know what kind of lucky charm or silly dance you have to do to hit 100 - if you've done it let me know!
I have noticed that sometimes it comes in streaks. I'll blogsurf for a long time and get no mystery credits. Then the other day in one surf session I hit the motherlode. I got a 100, a 25, two 10s, a 5, and four 2s. I went to the page where it lists mystery credit winners and went down the list and marveled over my name in red over and over and over.
Of course, since then I can't seem to BUY a mystery credit, but I'm not complaining. :)
I don't worry overly much about the mystery points (though I confess to some reluctance to leave off surfing for fear of losing the mystery points that I am absolutely convinced will be mine, mine, mine in a few more clicks). I just plod along in my surfing and enjoy much of what I read. I am getting about only four hours of sleep per night, but one can’t have everything.
It will be interesting to see how the new features work. Funny how so many of the blogs are becoming public fora on the subject of BE itself.
Being the very type A personality, anally retentive person that I am, I really enjoy order in my life. (I don't have any, but I do enjoy it when it happens). Being a SAHM, I realize that order doesn't really come with the job description. I honestly don't understand why, though.
I mean, seriously, why can't a 3 year old see the fun in playing with one toy quietly and orderly, and then putting it neatly away before moving on to another? Why can't she see the absolute luxury of a 3 hour nap, and take advantage of it before the demanding schedule of preschool is upon her?
Why can't a 16 month old see that climbing the furniture to get at every breakable object in the house isn't a productive use of his time? Can't he see that working quietly on a puzzle will really better prepare him for the cold, harsh world?
And while we're on the subject, why can't a grown man find the garbage can two feet away from him when he has trash in his hand? How in the world does a 31 year old misplace his wallet and keys EVERY DAY? Does this make sense to anyone else?
Come on people, let's get it together just a little - for Mommy, okay?
Is there such a thing as order? Order in my house IS chaos. We only have a daughter and how I manage is beyond me. I am that person who loses her keys and cell phone EVERY SINGLE DAY. It annoys me more than it annoys my husband. I want to have a place to put my keys when I walk in the door, but I forget to put it there because the first person I see is my daughter grinning from ear to ear happy to see mommy is home and everything else goes out the window (including my keys - I should look in the bushes).
One of my favorite blogs is dooce. (I'm sure she is one of your favorites, too. I think everyone online reads dooce.) I enjoy her not just because she's a great writer, but also because I can relate to her as a mother, and as someone suffering from PPD.
I had to laugh at this because of the Play-Doh fun factory analogy. I have seen this with my own eyes, and it is no exaggeration. If it weren't so horrifying you'd attach the spaghetti dye to their ass and have some fun. (Yikes - I went too far there!)
And incase any of you were wondering, I am a republican, so I guess God punishes us all equally.
(As an aside, I emailed the link to hubby, and we had a good laugh over personal experiences via IM. He then commented to me how sad our life is that every conversation we have is about poop. Poop and politics - that's life!)
I read that post too. I totalyy cracked up. My husband and i had the same experience a couple of weeks ago. you can read about it at my site, the post is Puppy or Baby. I think it happens to all of us at least once. http://rantathome.blogspot.com came thru on BE
Okay - here's the thing. I find my life amusing! Seriously Super Amusing. It's because of me. I amuse myself and sometimes I'm glad I do. Other than looking like a complete psychpathic patient in public, it's what keeps me going. Laughter is SO important in my life.
If you were a fly on my wall at my house, you would realize that people getting hurt, but not to seriously, is hilarious. I ran into an open door today, which is not too abnormal for me. Walls are my biggest victim. I fell out of bed the other day.
My husband won't let it go, but I tried diving into bed several years ago and somehow I jumped over my bed and slammed my head into my Elvis guitar and landed like a whale onto the floor. I still, to this day, can't stop laughing.
Remember in the movie Men In Black, when he opens up the locker at the bus station and it is full of little aliens bowing in worship? I want this. I don't need the whole world to worship me. I don't even want this. But is it too much to ask to just have a little locker full of aliens that would do anything for me; think there is no one better than me? My ego could use the boost now and then.
(My hubby tells me that I do, in fact, have this in my two children. I am their entire world, and in their eyes there is no one better than mommy. Okay, I can maybe accept that this is true, and yet, it's not quite what I had in mind. I mean, who has to clean up the bottoms of their worshipers?)
I'm having trouble with my sister-in-law. She and I have been good friends since before she married my brother 4 years ago. In fact I consider her and my bro to be my best friends. Then suddenly I moved back "home" (where they live) and now things seem to be different. I don't know what happened.
I won't go into too much detail here. I've been over it all in my head a hundred times. She tends to be kind of wrapped up with herself and things going on in her own life. She's pregnant now, and seems to be having a hard time with that. Every time I see her she's down. She can't seem to muster even small pleasantries anymore with me. I feel really hurt and pushed aside. I don't know if I should just give up, or if I should keep trying. I've tried to get together with her for about two months now, but she always cancels on me for one reason or another, and I'm just tired of it.
What is it about a person that makes them so easy to cast aside? What is it about a person that makes them invisable?
I had a similar problem with my brother and his wife. I was so hurt because I depended on their friendship so much. I found out (eventually) that she was dealing with some issues (also pregnancy related) and just didn't have the energy for anything (or anyone) else--it was nothing personal. I gave them a little space and time, and eventually things got better. I hope things work out for you and your sister-in-law too.
A new word for you all to add to your personal dictionary. It is actually an acronym for F*%# With It Factor. (Or if you're a mom, like me and watch your language, Fool With It Factor). It's a saying my dear husband uses to describe the ratio of time and effort that goes into an action verses the outcome. Such as "I thought about taking the kids to the mall today to play on the indoor playground and get popcorn at the food court, but the FWIF factor was too high". (Yes, I know that technically that's incorrect. It's like saying PIN number. Get over it.) It can also be used as an adjective: "Changing the batteries in Gabriella's Mega Blocks piano was far too FWIFfy!"
I was going to add something more here, but the FWIF factor is much to much for me at this hour...
The kids have unplugged the baby monitor, causing it to BEEP BEEP BEEP in a loud, obnoxious, alarm clock manner, and instead of getting up to fix the horrible noise that is very likely to make your ears bleed at any moment, you just start tapping your foot and try to pretend you're just listening to music.
Yes, I'm a self-proclaimed technology lover, but I'm no tech expert. I'm new to this blogging thing, and I'm having a lot of fun playing with the html (simple stuff). Though I hate that I have the same template as hundreds of others, I'm not skilled enough to make my own, not creative enough to come up with my own, and not financially able to pay someone else to do it for me. This one is kind of fun, and the colors are nice - it will work.
One thing I would love to be able to do is to catagorize my posts. I don't know if that's possible in this little blogger template, and I haven't yet found instructions for doing that - maybe it's not available here. Anyone out there know?
I feel like a failure as a mother. I always pictured myself as this uber-mom. Homecooked meals and crafty projects and nature walks and kid-friendly trips about town for fun and education. This is who I would love to be...
In reality I am in the midst of an small identity "crisis" and postpartum depression. I have lost interest in pretty much everything. Some mornings the thought of having to get up, shower, get dressed, and then dress the kids and find them something healthy to eat is overwhelming to me. And then I have to feed them again at lunch! It never ends!
I see myself in Gabriella's misbehaviors. Her misbehaviors seem to happen much more frequently lately. I know this is my fault. I don't know how to correct it. When it was just her and I at home all day (before the PPD) I was so patient with her - perhaps too patient at times. Now I have very little. I'm really trying hard, but sometimes I just don't know how to handle her. How can and handle her when I can't handle myself?
Hang in there. I know it can be tough. I've got three daughters and it was hard enough on me, as the father. And I got to head out to work, interact with other people and didn't have all of the changes going on in my body that comes after you give birth.
Know what? I don't think it's your fault. And although her behavior reflects on you to an extent, she's also her own person. If there's one thing I've learned as a mother, it's this: We can't make them do ANYTHING. Not one single thing. Much as we'd like them to believe otherwise, we do not have control. All we can do is give them choices, and make one of the choices look a whole lot more attractive than the other ones. But they decide their own behavior.
Good luck. I've been there. I'm actually there right now.
PPD sucks! I am soooo lucky to have gotten two of my three kids as a bonus with my marriage. Two more kids, zero more pregnancies.
Don't worry about your lil one. You'll both be fine. I'm relatively new to your blog, so I'm wondering how old the wee one is, and how severe your PPD is? Are you getting treatment?
As for "making" your sweet little girl behave, the only thing I can say is CONSISTENCY. Make it the same consequences for the same actions EVERY TIME...which can be hard if your moods are swinging. It will be an effort, but it WILL help.
Ok, I can't keep it to one thing. I have to mention the other thing, too. LOL Don't let her see that she has you riled up. Try to use the same tone of voice each time. If she sees that she is getting a reaction out of you, she'll continue misbehaving just to see your reaction.
Chances are, she's noticing that you're not feeling up to par. She's noticing that she has someone else to compete with for your attention, too. Try something simple to help aleviate her fears. With my daughter, I started telling her, "I love being your mommy!" every night before bed, and every afternoon before her nap. It's amazing what an effect it had on her, and it is SO simple to do.
We spent yesterday in the yard with the kids raking leaves. I love the smell of the dry, crinkly leaves. I love the crunching sound they make under your feet. I just love this time of year. For me, fall begins one long holiday season that lasts through the new year. (It's a good thing I love winter, or my depression might be more than I could bare!)
(I must preface this by letting you know that this is not my original idea - my mother came up with this one, but I'm behind her 100% here)
I think I've found a fantastic invention - one that is sure to make me rich. Of course the idea part of inventing is really the easiest part, isn't it...
I think we should have a volume switch for children. When those sweet little voices screech a tad too much for us, we could simply turn them down. All those bedtime requests for "I need something" (water, potty, flashlight, another story) could be turned down to a very tolerable whisper. You could even watch the humor of your kids fighting over the same toy if you didn't have to hear those ear-piercing screams. We could attatch it to their now useless belly buttons. What do ya think?
I wonder if, while we're at it, we could just turn that knob all the way down to "off", so we could get some extra sleep now and then.
You know on a Saturday night you can invite some friends over and have a few drinks, then when the kids are arguing you can turn the volume all the way down and take turns making up what they are saying.
So here I am back from Keystone. Two days ago I was enjoying all four stars of the Keystone Lodge. Today I am lounging in sweats trying to recover from a night of little sleep. I am enjoying my kids - isn't so nice when you are given the opportunity to miss them!
Nestled within this glorious two days was one heavenly hour in which I was actually pampered, as opposed to the constant caring for others that I normally experience. I went to the spa for a body wrap. Now you have to understand here that I have been wanting desperately to go a spa since I was pregnant with Gabriella. (For those of you who are following along, that's four years!) There's always been something to stop me. (A new PDA vs. a spa trip? I generally choose new toys - I just can't help it. All that power right in my hand, that I can carry around with me. A game of Boggle any time, any where - who could resist?)
Anyway, this is quite a build-up for me. I'm reading through the spa brochure while I'm waiting for my appointment, and it's telling me that to maximize the benefits of my experience, it is important to be well-hydrated. Easy enough. I down the bottled water the hotel provided (which followed 2 cups of tea).
Now I'm in the spa, changed into my robe and slippers and awaiting my hour of pampering. (Yes, I used the bathroom before I left. I'm a mom, so I know the importance of using the bathroom before you go anywhere.) I'm lead into a room with soft lights and soft music. I'm left to "lay down on the table face down and cover yourself with this towel as best you can". Have you ever tried to lay face down and cover yourself with a towel? This isn't easy, but I get it done.
In comes Marissa - I'm terrible with names, but I think her name was Marissa. She spends the next 45 minutes exfoliating me, and rubbing scented oils into my skin. (This felt very nice, however I can't help but wish the entire time that I had shaved my legs more recently than 2 days ago!) Then I'm covered with a hot towel and literally wrapped in more towels, and plastic, and then more towels. While I'm steaming I get a face, neck, and scalp massage, and then I'm left to bake relax by myself for about ten minutes. I am really trying my hardest to relax and enjoy this but the entire time I have to pee - badly! How could I have to pee again? I just went! Oh why didn't I pee again when I changed? This really took the fun out of the experience for me.
Lessons learned: While it is important to be well-hydrated, there is such a thing as over-hydrated.
I arrived home this evening from Keystone. It was gorgeous there! We arrived to crisp mountain air, rustling yellow leaves, and views of Keystone lake and the Rocky Mountains. I want to live there! We had a wonderful balcony view, and very good service. I was even treated to a body wrap at the spa, which I will tell you more about later. We woke up this morning to about 2 inches of fluffy snow, and room service!
Right now it's time to go watch the end of the debate, have some tea, and then go to bed with Keystone dreams in my head. Good night...
Later today I will be taking the kids over to my parents, packing up my suitcase, and leaving for the fresh air and majesty of Keystone. Unfortunately there will be no skiing, but rest assured I will enjoy every minute of crisp mountain air, gift shops, restaurants, autumn leaves, sleeping in, reading, and conversation. Hopefully I can come home with my batteries recharged.
The last 2 weeks have been so busy - I need a break! Andrew has been practicing with the symphony all week long. The performance is tonight, and I'm really looking forward to seeing him play again. It makes me miss playing with a group like that. Maybe I should add praciticing my instruments to the long list of things I'd love to do if I ever had time, which I don't.
This is the week, though, that I finally get to get away for a few days. I'm only tagging along with Andrew, and his boss and his wife on a business trip - they are attending a food show in Keystone. But it's two days and nights away from the kids. No toting diapers and changes of clothes everywhere I go. I can have adult conversation over dinner that doesn't include mac n' cheese and coloring on the placemats! I will enjoy 6 hours in a car with no Wiggles, or Veggie Tales, or Elmo. I'll be able to read, and write, and sleep! Oh the sleep!!
My blog has been published for literally just a few hours, and I can't believe I have had visiters! Honestly, I really wasn't expecting it. So incase anyone else is out there, I had to share this picture....
Gabriella left the bathroom door open, and my little climber decided to check out the potty. The fun of parenthood....
So here it is - my first blog. I have actually been resisting this, but ultimately decided that this is what I need. Something to keep me writing regularly and somewhere to vent. I enjoy reading blogs, and I'm amazed at the little groupy followings they attract. (Not that I believe that anyone out there in internet-land will have any interest in mine, to be sure.)
Anyway, a little bit about me. I'm Christine, mommy to Gabriella and Alexander. Wife to Andrew. We live in Wyoming. (Yes, we have paved roads. No, we don't ride horses to work. Yes, there are other people here, but not many. We like it that way.) This is where I was born. I love Wyoming. It's beautiful, and (relatively) untouched. There is fresh air here, and room - lots of room.
My daughter is 3 1/2 - a tough age. Although I get the feeling that any age is a tough age. I really love being a mother, but it's a lot harder than I thought it would be. I'm not the mother I wish I was - I'm working on that. My son is 16 months. My children are the most adorable, most brilliant children in all the world. (Every mother should say that about her kids, but in my case I think it could be true. :)
My husband Andrew is the assistant GM for a new restaurant opening in town. We've been married for 11 years. He's wonderful, too.
I'm "suffering" from post-pardom depression. I thought I had it under control and then recently my hormones surged and I'm dealing with it again. It's not fun, that's all I have to say about it right now.
So here I am internet. I really doubt anyone will stumble across this. If you have, please let me know. I'm not here to be interesting or funny or witty. I'm just here for me.
I stumbled! And having a Blog is very theraputic. Im pregnant with my first right now,and it's wonderful being able to vent somewhere other than my husband. And I know he appreciates it. My blog is becoming more of a scrap book than anything else... but hey, it's mine!
I'll check in from time to time to see how you're doing!!
Welcome to the blogging world - I started out because I wanted to start journalling and I love a keyboard much better than a pencil and notebook. I decided to put it on the 'net so that my family and friends from afar could keep track of my comings and goings. I'm amazed, too, when others take the time to stop by and drop a line. Enjoy! (loved the pic of your little guy in the toilet :-)