I'm a self proclaimed Princess ( it's also what my name means...no seriously) and like most newborn boys, he initiated me into motherhood by peeing all over me the first day home from the hospital. I was grossed out and completely terrified that my life was never going to be about anything else other then cleaning pee and poop out of my clothes.Thankfully, he learned to aim, and I'm learning to take this crazy life in stride.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
French Toast Saturdays...
I got to lay in bed till 8 am today. It was glorious. I can't believe that that is considered late for me now. I fondly think back to the days when sleeping in was till at least 2 in the afternoon. I don't think I could do that even if I tried now! Too much to do!! So Saturdays for Kenny and I are called French Toast Saturdays and he gets quite excited. By 9:30 we were already outside and making mud and weed soup with a splash of clover and rocks. Which was, of course, a bad idea because any mention of food the kid's going to stick it in his mouth. But let's be honest...he probably would have anyways. We'll just think of it as an extra dose of fiber. I managed to get some parts of my house clean and Kenny managed to destroy the rest. So all in all it was a great morning. Then naptime came and went.....with no naps. Two hours was spent putting him back in bed because he kept climbing out to play. I don't mind so much when he climbs out of his crib in the morning and plays quietly till I get up. What I do mind is having to repeat myself like a parrot and tell him to stay in bed which obviously didn't work out very well. I just want the kid to obey. I managed to keep myself relatively calm although I was DYING to have a nap. As any mother will tell you, naptime is sacred. It is something that is cherished and sometimes greatly needed. And I'm not going to lie...I got cranky cause I didn't get one. But mostly I was just discouraged. It seems that lately it doesn't matter how I discipline him or handle his little outbursts. So I finally gave up getting him to sleep because I didn't know what else to do. I got tired of getting up and down but then when I just gave up and let him play I felt guilty for giving in. ARGH. Then, when we finally get out of the house to get a few errands done he passes out in his carseat.....snoring. I wanted to scream. I got over it eventually and ended up at the mall playing on those little ride things which I refuse to put quarters in. He doesn't know the difference and as far as I'm concerned he doesn't need to :). I think now it's time for some hot tea and what better be a good movie! Goodnight!
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