Archive for March, 2006
My New Year’s Resolutions are not standing the test of time. I am ashamed to say that I am not the pillar of strength I thought I was nor the example setter I hoped to be. I am well aware of what I should be doing and blantantly ignoring it. How can I expect my son to grow up and so the best he can if I don’t even set a good example. I hang my head in shame…
Just to recap, I have not completed any of New Year’s Resolutions this month:
1. No books were read, only blogs. I read and read and read. Sometime I comment, but I spend way to many hours reading. I have a theory on this and you can read about it here (if you haven’t already).
2. The sign language is coming along, but Aiden only signs “more”, in fact, he has actually stopped signing “mommy” and “daddy”. I know he understands me, but I wonder why he doesn’t sign back. Could it be that’s he’s lazy or thinks, “Mommy does it, why should I?” Who knows, but I keep on signing.
3. I am keeping up with my blog, most of the time. I know I am not as interesting a writer as some other blogs I read, but the purpose was to journal and I feel I am doing just that. The problem is I know I should be doing more than that and I will try to give you more than just a slice of my life with Aiden and give you more of a slice of my brain every once in a while.
All in all, I thought I was doing much worse than I actually am. I’m sure once my class ends this May I may just pick up a book. Until then I will look ahead to April with a positive attitude.
March 31st, 2006
I have a schedule I try to follow weekly in order to balance Aiden, the house and my sanity. I designate one chore to each day of the week so I’m not overwhlemed. Sounds good, right? Today I am doing the laundry. Oh wait, that was yesterday’s chore. Hmmmm, will I have time to pay the bills and go grocery shopping? That is supposed to be what Im doing today. Huh. What happened to my beloved schedule…
Well, I have spent a good part of the morning and afternoon both yesterday and today in front of my computer. The more blogs I read, the more blogs I find. The more blogs I find, the more commenting I do. (Are you getting the picture?)
I am addicted to everyone’s life. From the mom blogs to the mommy blogs (Motherhood Uncensored had a post on an apparent war between them), I am hooked. I want to know how you and your kids are doing as well as what you are thinking. I haven’t been able to have a decent conversation with my husband because I want to find out what other comments came after mine on the umpteen blogs I commented on yesterday.
Aiden is a good napper, so this is where I get most of my time to sit and read about all your adventures. Of course, the house looks like a bomb hit it and all the while I spend my time in front of this screen craving new posts. It feels similar to the old stereotype that a mother who stays home just watches soap operas all day long. Could blogs be the new soaps?
I wonder if anyone else is having this dilemma? I know it’s probably the newness of it all and once that subsides I will be able to read, play with my child and occasionally clean the house all in perfect harmony. But I wonder, is this just an old adage gone tech?
I can’t wait until the weather breaks so I can get out of the house and create my own adventures. What’s that? There’s a wind chill factor? Maybe I’ll just check one more blog…
March 28th, 2006
Of all the toys Aiden has in his room and in the living room, his new favorite toy cannot compare to any of them. It’s not something you would normally think of as a toy, per say, although most children would beg to differ. I’m sure all kids at one time or another have had a toy similar, if not exactly like this one. Oh, I’m sorry, you want to know what the toy is…
It’s his Pampers box. I know, I know, most kids will opt for the box over any actual toy itself, so what’s the big deal? We are using it to “drive” him around the house. Yes, this is his new car. Again, nothing new in the realm of kids, but I actually thought it was my idea many years ago…(dream sequence)
I was 9 and my other brother, Joey, was 6 when my youngest brother, Jeff, was born. When Jeff was about Aiden’s age, Joey and I took the large Pampers box that his diapers came in and “drove” Jeff around the house. We went from upstairs to downstairs with him in the sturdy (?) box. (end dream sequence) I thought I was so clever to think up using the box in this way. It’s a miracle that Jeff made it through life alive, as helmets were not a requirement yet.
Ah, the disadvantage of being a grown-up, all my dreams and so-called ideas are not as original as once thought. Kids will continue to “dream up” this same idea for years to come. I will take a lesson from my mom and let any idea of Aiden’s be his for as long as I can. As for now, I must go gas up for another drive through the upstairs. Don’t worry, I have learned my lesson and will not send him down the stairs in his car!
March 27th, 2006
Today we met Tara and Drew at Olive Garden for lunch, not for any other reason except we miss seeing them. I am trying to make sure we visit family and friends as much as we can because I don’t want to be one of those people who say, “We should get together,” but never do and later regret it. Just a warning, if you ever say that to me you will be getting a call to schedule a date, so have your calendar ready.
It is always great to see Tara and Drew. They just love Aiden and once he warmed up to them (he’s been having slight separation anxiety lately) he was thrilled to play peek-a-boo and other such games. He even let Drew hold him, for about a minute, as we were waiting to be seated but Aiden was hungry, and apparently mommy makes it all better.
We are so proud of Tara as she has been eating healthy and going to the gym (basically putting me to shame), subsequently losing a bit of weight. She was even good by not ordering a dessert (if I only had that will power). Drew and I on the other hand scarfed down our desserts (ok, Drew ate, I scarfed - are you happy now?). Chris would like to see me be a bit more reserved when it comes to eating. I can’t help it, I’m one of those people who love food. I don’t eat for emotional reasons, purely for the enjoyment of savoring each bite. (Enough of the food talk, I’m getting hungry!)
Anyway, before we left the restaurant I almost invited them to join us for a fabulous outing of grocery shopping. Not because I thought they would enjoy it, but because I enjoy their company and didn’t want to leave them yet. I refrained, thinking to myself, “How lame would that sound to join us to go grocery shopping. I mean they are a couple and do not need to tag along with a family to do errands.” Then, out of nowhere, Drew (or Tara, I forget) mentioned something about going to Target. Bingo! “May we join you?” flew out of my mouth before I even discussed it with Chris first. Well, needless to say everyone was game (Whew!) and off we went.
I’ll spare you the details of the shopping excursion, but once again we kept Aiden out way past his nap time. That’s what you get for being the youngest in a group, no say whatsoever.
March 26th, 2006
Today was a special day because we celebrated 3 first birthdays today. In the mommies group I am proud to be a part of, 3 of the babies turned one this month. Let’s see, that means something really interesting was going on in the middle of June two years ago. Did I just go there?!? I think I did…back to the clean version…
A HUGE thank you to Coleen who hosted the shin dig. She and her husband were just too wonderful making baked ziti, bread, #1 cookies (yes, the cookies were in the shape of a one), cupcakes and a cake. I bow down to them as I do not have the stamina to prepare that much food. So, Coleen and Jose, thank you, thank you, thank you!
The kids were just too cute. Autumn is walking (good for you sweet pea!) , Colin and Nathan are trying and Matthew is climbling all over everything (Mr. Indiana Jones). Skylar is saying words like, light and bye (The Verbal Queen) and Sophia is just the cutest with those beautiful brown eyes (Watch out boys, blink, blink!).
Aiden had a great time until we kept him up waaaaaaaaay past his nap time. I think most of them were missing a nap at some point. He was a trooper though, right up until I put him down for a group picture. Here’s what he was probably thinking, “Mommy, you know I’m tired and want to go home. Can you please pick me up and let me take my beloved nap.” Here’s what we actually heard, “WWWWWWhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” in varying levels of various pitches.
Two tired parents and a sleepy baby headed off home very happy and very satisfied. Hooray for another successful party, now it’s nap time for everyone.
March 25th, 2006
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