8.05.2007

BIRTHDAY MADNESS


BEFORE THE PARTY PEOPLE GOT THERE. I STARTED OUT WITH 65 BALLOONS BUT THE WIND BLEW ALMOST 40 OF THEM INTO A TREE AND THEY POPPED LIKE FIRE WORKS, ME AND MY PREGGO HORMONES HAD A SMALL BREAK DOWN. LATER BRANDON LET EVER BALLOON GO ONE BY ONE AND THOUGHT IT WAS THE GREATEST TIME EVER. EACH TABLE HAD A BUCKET WITH TOY CARS, TRUCKS, SIDE WALK CHALK, PLAY DOUGH, BALLS AND BUBBLES FOR ALL OF THE KIDS TO PLAY WITH AND TAKE HOME!

THE CAKE BEFORE THE MASS DESTRUCTION

HERE COMES THE BIRTHDAY BOY ON HIS NEW PRESENT FROM GRANDMA AND PAPA..HE DISCOVERED THE SUPER BOOST THEREFOR HAD TO WEAR A HELMET


HE WAS GOING TO FAST WE COULD BARELY CATCH HIM

HIS BEAR CAKE

THIS IS HOW WE EAT CAKE IN OUR FAMILY

AND ONE SLICE IS NEVER ENOUGH

THE PARTY WAS AT A PARK SO OF COURSE WE HAD TO HAVE A PLAY BREAK

AND A SLIDE BREAK

BRANDON SNEAKING A TASTE

SNEAKING A BIGGER TASTE

OH SHIT JUST GIVE ME SOME CAKE

PRESENTS!!!!!!!

THANK YOU FOR THE PARTY DADDY

ALL THE SUDDEN HE WAS OUT. GUESS THE PARTY WAS OVER.

PLAYING WITH ONE OF OUR NEW TOYS...CHECK OUT OUR WATER.

OOOOH TIE DYE WATER


WHATS LEFT OF THE CAKE AFTER BRANDON FED HIMSELF AND THE REST OF THE KIDS FOLLOWED SUITE AND DUG IN!

PHATSO PHOTOS WEEK 24 (JEN I'M KICKING YOUR ASS AT BELLY SHOTS!)


HINT HINT JEN POST A NEW BELLY SHOT DANG IT!

ALSO SEEMS I'VE HAD A FEW COMMENTS ON MY OUTFIT. FIRST TO CLARIFY IT IS A DRESS NOT A SHIRT. I GOT IT AT OLD NAVY, IT IS A MATERNITY DRESS, HOWEVER THEY ALSO HAD IT IN REGULAR STYLE. IT CAME IN A FEW OTHER COLORS, I THINK BLACK AND BROWN. IT IS SOOO SUPER COMFY AND I LOVE IT. I CAN'T FIND IT ONLINE BUT IT MIGHT STILL BE IN STORE. SINCE MINE WAS MATERNITY AND ON SALE AND IT WAS A LESS FAVORED COLOR I DIDN'T PAY MORE THEN $11.99 FOR IT.

Never going to understand it

I had friends whose kids did it, and I didn't understand, and now when my son does it I still don't understand.

WHY DO SOME KIDS THINK THEY HAVE TO STRIP DOWN COMPLETELY NAKED TO GET ON THE POTTY?

Shoes are acceptable though?

A little about my mom

I hesitate to write this sort of stuff but here goes. Although my mom is totally nutty bananas and we totally fight often she was a really good mom. I may have had shit for a dad, but the man my mom remarried totally made up for it. However, in the mom department, mine totally wins.

I have this memory of being about 7 or 8 and my friend was over playing. My mom called me over to her and she gave me this big hug and kiss. I was soooooo embarrassed. We sat there for a minute while she basically just rubbed my head and hugged me. Then she looked at my friend and said, "do you think her mom hugs her every day like me or are not all moms like me? I remember being so jealous of Laura at that minute that her mom wasn't like mine. In fact a vast majority of my friends moms have and never will be like mine. The odd thing is I never seemed to really notice it and understand it till now and really how many times did your mom say, "just wait till you have kids then you'll understand?" Dammit I hate when she is right.

My mom was the kind of mom who almost put her whole life on hold until I turned 18. She was there for me at the drop of a hat for 18 years, and still at 25 my mom is always no less then 5 minutes away (with the exception that she now takes a week to go to burning man, but seriously I'm the first place she stops when she comes home). My mom kisses me every day. She hugs me every day no matter how much I protest hugs (ick). I have always had the best clothes even if she was broke and putting them on lay away, I always had pretty much anything I wanted. This wasn't because my mom was spoiling me, it was because she never had this, and in her mind she was just giving me the life she always wanted. Now, I'm that kind of parent not because I didn't get it, but because thats how I was raised and I don't know how to be any different.

My mom never stopped parenting. She was never sick she was never hurt she was never anything because she had to be a parent. She would come in at night and rub my feet, or braid my hair, or just do something to be touching me and spending a few minutes with me. She loved to give me little manicures and she was at every single game I ever cheered for and at every single dance recital. Granted there were weekends she took me to grandmas (but I looooved seeing my grams and playing with my cousins) and she would have a life for a weekend, but she called me every night and was always there about 5 hours early to pick me up because she missed me so much.

A lot of people think its weird that I rarely make a decision with out consulting my mom. I ask her opinion on everything and that is what 99% of our fights are over, when she disagrees with my opinion on something! However these people don't realize that I don't know any better. Growing up with my mom we were a team. Everything I did was with her or because of her. Now, being a mom, I realize that I would love for my son to come to me for help with decisions, or questions or thoughts or just re-assurement.

Now having a son, my mom and his nanny (who was really my moms house cleaner before that end then fell so in love with Brandon she became useless at cleaning houses but a gosh darn hero in my sons eyes) and my dad are the ONLY people who watch my son. Oddly enough, my son is a good judge of character and those are the people he gravitated towards. I know that had my grandma Keefer still been alive, she would have been the only other person that my son would have clung to, and that was because she was the same mom, she was never less then 100% and she was the same grandma. It makes me so sad knowing that Brandon will never know her. The same way I have trouble explaining just how much my mom loved me, I'll never be able to explain how much my grandma loved me, and vise versa.

This is why people keep yelling at me for picking up Brandon (which I have still not been cleared to do). But people don't understand, I was raised by a woman who was always 100% and I don't know how to be different. My mom was always telling me, I was the best thing she ever did. Again, EMBARRASSED much. I just never understood, but now, NOW I get it. My son is the best thing I've ever done, and I only hope that I can be half the mom that my mom was. She never let me leave the house dirty. My hair was always combed my clothes were clean. In fact I remember a girl in my class putting on my sweater one day and marveling at the smell. I guess not all moms use Downy on their kids clothes. My mom would come to my school and clean out my desk and help me get organized. She cleaned my room and organized my closet but color, season and style. This woman did everything for me. Now, I have no intention of being the same way. However, while doing everything she also taught me how to be self sufficiant. When I moved out I cooked, I cleaned, I did laundry. I had a very organized closet, my stove was always spotless. Now, being married, I'm the same way. I rub Rob's back all the time, my stove is spotless, I drop everything for my husband and he has anything he wants. As far as parenting I've become the same way. My son, in 23 years is going to say, I had the kind of mo who loved me the most in the world. No man ever came between me and my mom even my step dad. It's been widely known, I'm number one and he's number two. For Rob and I it is the same way, our kids will always be first and then each other. For us that works. For Rob and I, being 99% of a parent, well, thats just not going to cut it. I blame my mom totally for now making me the crazy mom I am. I'm now the mom who is going to embarrass her son with hugs and kisses. I'm that mom whose going to cry when he gets hurt at soft ball games, I'm going to punch other moms who heckle him at T-ball. Yeah I'm screwed, I'm going to be that mom, the one who loved her sons the most in the world, its a hard job, but someones gotta do it huh?

Relief

I was at Brandon's birthday party this weekend (which was amazing pics to come) and my husbands ex bosses wife (there is a mouth full) showed up. She is soooooo freaking amazing! Anyway her name is Tami. Tami has ummm 4 kids. 3 are boys and one girl. I think her oldest is probably just turned about 27ish. The thing I love about talking with Tami is she will openly admit that she is closer to her sons then her daughter. She also told me that out of three of her sons, two are a little more masculine and crazy, ie big versions of Brandon and that she feels closer to them. She was the first person to ever totally get it when I said that I was meant to be a mother to boys. In fact, her daughter just had a baby and it's a girl, and she has even been telling her daughter she needs to hurry up and try for a boy.

Some of the relieving things she told me are that twenty something years later she is still her boys hero. She said that if she ever cries (she has a lot of health issues with parents and families right now) that is the only thing that breaks her kids down and makes the boys sad. Then she told me that when they turned about 15 she told them, for the next few years I'm your mom not your friend, BUT when your 22 if I'm still your friend after everything I know I've done a good job. Tami said that all three of her boys always tell her, you know what mom, you're not my friend your my best friend. I needed to hear all of this. I've been so afraid that around 6 Brandon would be done with his mom, and then he would be a teen and mom would really be icky. I was terrified I was losing my son forever after a certain point. Tami let me know, that if you parent right, and you are the best and right kind of mom that will never happen. I see so many of the same traits in me that I see when I look at her. Sure she is way nicer and waaaaaay sweeter but shit she taught kindergarten that already earns her a life time achievement award. However, I can see that we both love our sons with the same insane intense emotion. I can see that she like me, STILL looks at her son and is so overcome with emotion she wants to cry.

I was worried about all of this because so many people say to me, AFTER ABOUT 5 YOUR KIDS ARE NO LONGER CUTE THEIR JUST LITTLE ASSHOLES! I have been cherishing every second of every minute for fear that one day I was going to wake up and not want to bawl my eyes out when I look at Brandon.

I realize that 25 years later my mom still can't go a day with out kissing me and hugging me and telling me I'm her world, but I guess I always assumed my mom was just totally crazy and overly in love with me. I never realized that one day, aside from fearing that Brandon would stop loving me, I also sort of fear that one day, my son is going to think his mom is totally bat shit crazy because she won't stop kissing him and hugging him and telling him he is the best thing she ever did. However, I'd rather him think I loved him too much then not enough right?

8.04.2007

Stolen from Pumkin Doodles

You don't actually have to take the quiz. Just read straight through, and you'll get the point.

1) Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2) Name the top five news stories five years ago.
3) Name ten presidents or leaders of the biggest countries in the world.
4) Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5) Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor or actress.
6) Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.


How did you do? The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.

Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1) List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2) Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3) Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4) Think of a few people who have made you feel, appreciated and special.
5) Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
6) Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you.


Easier? The people who make a difference in your life are not the most powerful ones, nor have the most money or awards. They are the ones that care.

This chick has lost her fucking mind

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8.03.2007

Today's cuteness overload

Brandons new thing he likes to say while he is eating something good...MMMM TASTIES. It really cracks my shit up.

Child Proofing

When Brandon started crawling Rob and I talked about child proofing. We thought, however that since he was low down there was no need. All he could reach was pots and pans, and the kitchen towel drawer. Oh and those damn DVD's. After about 2 months of the DVD's we finally wised up and put em all in a CD case. Problem Solved! The only two things we child proofed were the cabinet under the sink with all the chemicals and the bathroom cabinets..because Brandon loved to pick used items out of my bathroom trash.

Then he started walking. This posed a different problem. Right away he learned that walking meant climbing. He would push his stool around and open anything or get on the counters. Rob and I made the decision at this point to child proof the sharps drawer and Brandon's drawer, this happened after the 503985098 time he pulled out every cup and spoon he owned.

Other then that we never child proofed anything. Oh wait, we have those thingies in the plugs but the previous owners of this house had a 1.5 year old and had already done that for us. Truth be told they had already done the kitchen sink too (they also had poles in all the windows so you couldn't break in or something and they didn't know kids well because every one of those poles has now turned into a weapon in my home). I guess after the first two times of telling him no he got it. When it came to the stove, I started teaching him HOT from very early so he never really touched it. The knobs on the stove I've seen him touch once, and all he did was point to them and say HOT yeah! When we moved in our fire place had already been child proofed. And really all they did was put foam padding stuff around the tile edge. He can still reach the switch to turn it on he just knows better.

I'm not sure what else we could have child proofed, I know they sell lots of stuff, but to me it seemed better to just teach him no rather then have him think it was okay as soon as he could figure it out. The cool thing about the ones under the sink is they still open far enough that he can learn to throw stuff away.

Now I'm glad we don't have a bunch of stuff child proofed because we don't need it. The most recent thing we have done is put a latch on our front screen door way up high, because he already mastered the lock on that. All of our doors beep if opened because of our alarm system. The screen door didn't make noise though making it easy for him to escape.

So with our second kid coming I wonder if we will have as much success with not child proofing or if two of them will gang up on me. So what about you? What stuff did you child proof and why? Did the need for child proofing grow with two? Did you change anything the second time around?

8.02.2007

Divorce is the new pink...wait is pink the new black or is black the new pink? So then is divorce the new black? Gosh I can't keep up with fashion!

Brace yourselves folks this is a long one! Don't say I didn't warn you!

I come from a family that is divorced. Serious, if they aren't divorced from their spouse they are divorced from some family member or other (meaning sisters not speaking to brothers or moms and sons not talking and so on). Not to mention about 90% of the married friends I have are thinking about getting a divorce. Lets see if I can break this down for you:
Mom-divorced
Dad-divorced two times
Grandma 1- divorced ummm 3 times I think
Grandma 2- divorced
Grandma 3- divorced 2 times and remarried
Grandpa 1- divorced and remarried
Grandpa 2- divorced 2 times (not remarried now in prison)
Grandpa 3- divorced 2 times
Uncle 1- divorced 2 times
Uncle 2- divorced and remarried
Uncle 3- divorced
Aunt 1- divorced and now back with him
Aunt 2- divorced once and remarried
Aunt 3- actually still married

Then I have great aunts and cousins and so on that have been divorced 3 or more times and in fact some of them have divorced and married so much we didn't even know it had happened until 3 marriages later. I currently have two friends who don't like their marriages and only one who is really happy. Most of my employees have been divorced, in fact at one point we employed two men who were both divorced from the same lady. So because of this you can imagine why my mom often likes to ask me if, "Rob and I still like each other!" This shit always cracks me up when she says it. It makes me laugh when she says it because, honestly I'm the kind of person that if I wasn't happy with Rob the WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD WOULD KNOW! Really I don't keep quiet about stuff. In fact both times in six years I've been mad enough at him for it to be an actual FIGHT (as in I wanted to make his ass sleep on the lawn) the whole damn world knew I was mad. Which was nice, because they also got to see how we worked through those fights, and it helped em see we were just a real couple with real problems, but also as vocal as I am about our fights I'm equally vocal about our love.

My mom has this theory that now, that most marriages are just starter marriages. She always says, if me or my younger family got divorced she wouldn't be shocked because we all need starter marriages now. For a long time I didn't understand her method of thinking. Then I started to look at my friends, and the people around me and I think that I've at least figured out a small part of it. I don't think it is that divorce is so common now that everyone is doing it, I think that it is more socially acceptable so people aren't AFRAID to do it.

What I mean is that way back when, getting a divorce was considered a failure, or a religious conflict, or an embarrassment to the family. Parents were embarrassed to have to tell their friends and family that their precious little Sally or johnny got a divorce. Even if Johnny was totally screwing Sallys best friend right in front of the worlds eyes, it was more acceptable to stand by your man then to man the fuck up and kick his ass out. What is that movie, the one with Julia Roberts, oh yeah Mona Lisa Smile, where her students husband was cheating and when the student went to her mom and said she wanted to leave him, the mom pushed her out of the house and said, you can't stay here, go back to your husband and be a better wife? Ouch huh. I know my own grandma was in one of the worst marriages I can ever imagine and she stayed married for years because to her, it was more acceptable to have your face bashed in daily then to say you were divorced. But shit, once she learned how to divorce she became a pro.

I have this other friend, who clearly doesn't come from a family background like me. She got pregnant young and was forced to marry because you also don't have kids out of wedlock in that family. She hates her husband but is stuck because when she confided in her parents she was told, "You will not be the first person in this family to get divorced." So instead she keeps popping out kids, growing more and more miserable by the day and her mental health is causing her physical health to deteriorate.

It's at this point that I have to ask myself why we care what others think when it comes to our love life? Why on earth would some one stay married to a person they didn't like anymore? Of course your probably always going to love them, and thats going to weigh on your mind, but if you really don't like them anymore I just don't understand. I know that if Rob and I reached that point I wouldn't think twice about doing the right thing. For soo many different reasons too. One, I have kids, they aren't retarded. Kids learn their relationship values from you. They learn to stay in shitty situations because their mom did. They learn to treat their wives like shit because their dad did and got away with it. Another reason, I'm still young, I still have another chance at love. Shit Paula Dean is 60 something and just now found the man of her dreams. Now you tell me why I would stay married to some dumb schmuck, when there could be something better for me. It's true that right now, Rob is the perfect compliment me, but 7 years ago he wasn't. Who knows if in 7 more years I won't change so much again that Rob will no longer be the person who makes me my happiest daily.

Sometimes couples grow and change together, and sometimes they grow apart. I will never understand why people who grow apart choose to be ignorant and think they have to stay together because they already have 10, 20, 30 years into it. In this day in age, even after a 30 year marriage people can easily have another 40 year marriage.

I think divorce is a lot like spanking your child. You were probably spanked because your parents, parents spanked them and so on. But to them it was a social norm. They didn't like it, but they didn't know better. Bad marriages are the same. Everyone just stayed married because they weren't going to be the first one to branch out.

Now a days it's like the new social norm is stepping outside of the box and being different. People don't spank, or BEAT their kids anymore because they are smart enough to realize that just because it happened to you doesn't mean you have to do it. I'm happy that now a lot of people are smart enough to realize that divorce is okay. However, I wish more people would do it. I think with so many people walking around in these false unhappy marriages it really takes away from the brilliance and amazement of those people who have real true great relationships.

For instance, and I don't know this personally, but looking in from the outside, I would venture to say that Emery and Chris have probably one of the strongest healthiest marriages I've ever seen. But there are reasons. They went into a marriage with the same values in life. They are willing to sacrifice for each other, but not to the point of losing their own identity. They both appreciate every little thing they have and so on.

I'm ashamed to say though when I first started reading her I instantly started looking for the snag, the flaw in there relationship. Not because I wanted them to be unhappy, but because I'm surrounded by people faking their lives and I've gotten good at peeling back the lining to see whats real and what isn't.

My friend, the one who can't get divorced, has followed her husband from town to town and job to job. She lost the few friends she was able to keep after having kids so young, she gained weight from depression, she is still recovering and is willing to still follow him. Now on one hand, the fact that she lets this happen sucks, but on the other hand the fact that she is married to a man who sees this happening to her and just lets it happen for his own selfishness pisses me the fuck off. Again, like I said, I'm not in the relationship but I'd like to think if Emery woke up one day full of grief and depression, Chris and her would talk about it, like really talk and hear and LISTEN. Then they would both come up with a solution that would work for both of them. They would probably pray about it and I'm willing to bet they would find a healthy answer, even if it was parting ways, or if it was starting over somewhere new, coming home, staying in one place or maybe just changing a few small things.

Every day I tell myself, I hope if it ever came to that with Rob and I, I would be strong enough to really tell him my feelings (not that me telling feelings is hard). But then I looked back and I realized that any time I have been mildly unsettled I've talked to him about it, and vise versa. Like when he was absolutely miserable in his job but to afraid to tell me that because he was afraid of not supporting his family. I was proud that I was actually able to sense this and confront him. At this time I didn't pray about things (or maybe I was all along and didn't know) but I did what I did best and thought about it, and soul searched and I realized, I couldn't sit there rolling in my money and watch the man that I love waste away to a shell of a man. Finally in the end I had to tell him that I would rather take a 1,500.00 a month pay cut and have him try out new jobs, then watch him be miserable. I had health insurance and he was on it, so that was never a worry. I was lucky I was in that situation. Yeah financially we struggle daily now, but watching him be happy at work, and be able to play softball and play with Brandon and relax and nap and generally lose a few years in the aging process it's worth every cent we lost.

I have to wonder how many wives out there are so selfish they wouldn't be able to take the pay cut and instead would have watched their husbands waste away. It is things like this, people who can't see past their own happiness that give happy functional couples a bad name. It isn't just wives, its husbands who clearly see their wives aren't happy and pretend like it isn't there, because if they got divorced that would mean learning to do their own laundry or making their own food or balancing their check book. So they let this person stand around and keep themselves hostage in their own minds to help fulfill their personal agenda. Obviously Rob may have never come and talked to me about being unhappy and I could have gone on and ignored it, but that wouldn't have been fair. I made the personal decision to better both our lives and let him know, it was okay to take a step in a new direction. As I said, some people grow apart, and some people grow together. I think this was something that helped us grow together.

However, like I said before, the people who are to selfish to change, or to selfless to hurt the others, who have these obviously bad marriages sure do make it harder on the rest of us. I know for a fact, because of the people close to me in my family who are in shit marriages, the rest of the family has now put my own marriage under a microscope. I know there are people who are now scrutinizing our every move because they assume that since we are family, I am in someway similar to those unhappy people. It is a hard stigma to get by. I know that now Rob and I work extra hard to make people understand that we are in a different kind of marriage. We do that in different ways. One way is by being open and talking about problems, but also talking about the resolve. Another way is that we openly include family in our life and relationship. Because after all, isn't that what family is for. I know, after some work and effort, our families have begun to realize that they are included in our lives and we give them a chance to peek into our window and witness our happiness first hand. Even if it is just sending out family pictures weekly or making phone calls, or stopping by for a dinner, we include them. I know when my family gets my pictures they feel included, they feel like they were there and they feel like they have received a little incite into our lives.

I know even if I'm just calling my grandpa for a recipe to blow Robs mind one night, or I'm going to visit grams with Rob so she can tell us about her old soft ball days, I know, these things are my way of being open. I wish more people could do this. Be unafraid to let people in. Marriage is hard work. It takes a whole family to make it work. I would never be so stupid to believe that two people can make a life long commitment to each other work on their own. People who think marriage is only about two people need to re-evaluate. I know that Emery and Chris have tons of people inside their marriage, they have their God for one, their friend Joel, their parents, and their friends. Emery has never been afraid to talk about feeling a little lost, and you know what, when she opens up she gets clarification. I would like to think in some way we all contribute a little to the two of them sticking it out. Just like I know my family and friends are a huge contribution to Rob and I working together.

I started this post in my head a month ago, for no reason. I started writing it a week ago. I just didn't know where to go with it. I guess a part of me was beginning to get frustrated watching all these people I love allow themselves to be unhappy to fulfill a social stigma. However after writing this, I guess what I realized, is instead of concentrating on people who clearly don't want my help or dont' want to accept advice and who aren't willing to make a grand life change, I'm going to concentrate on my friends who are willing. I'm going to concentrate on continuing to surround myself with people who aren't rooting for my marriage to work, but instead are rooting for Rob and I to always find ourselves in a happy state of mind, be it together or separate! I know now, I've made great efforts in finding my new blog friends, or real life friends, and knowing, I'm finally surrounded by people who will never encourage me to do anything but make what ever decision is going to make both Rob and I happy together.

I hope this makes you think. I hope it makes you look at your spouse, fiance, boyfriend or girlfriend and examine them. I hope it makes you turn of your selfish meter for the day and just really look into their heart and see if they are happy and content. Are they happy in their job, their location, their marital status? Do they maybe want kids, or are they having conflict they are afraid to discuss? You know, when you stop making life only about you, and you really take a moment to make life about that person you love, you will be amazed at what you learn about both of you. Good luck. I hope everyone finds their love, even if it is on their fourth or fifth try!

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