He might kill me one day for this

I've been busy...doing this! It's pretty hard when you are trying to do this while also trying to get your baby on a perfect schedule. Breastfeeding while running a kid to the bathroom is quite tricky but we are managing! At least he is interested and doing great...for today! But it puts a smile on my face watching him walk around in his big boy underwear!

Oh Crap,

Ya, I said that about 50x. But instead it was another word. I'm not perfect. Sometimes I accidently break things, run into things or deal with crap, and I use the "s-word". I know, I'm working on it. How did I get there?

I was quickly bathing Brady last night before I went to Watch "men tell all Bachelorette" at my friends house. That is another story in itself! So I quickly throw him in the bath and wash him down. He is standing playing with the faucet. All of a sudden he does the poo face, you know the one. Anyone who has kids, nieces/nephews etc...you have seen it. He does it and he is crying. It seemed like cause he knew what was happening and didn't want to do it in the tub. I felt bad for him. I was worried about what was coming out and didn't have time to grab him and put him on the toilet. Yep, his first time pooing in water and he was embarassed and traumatized I think. He was bawling. I was swearing. I get him all washed off and he comes to hug me and keep crying cause he obviously was humiliated (makes me think this will be an easy kid to potty train). So I am hugging him telling him that it was ok, but never do it again...type thing. Then I stand him back to grab his daiper and clothes and I feel this warm sensation on my leg. Yep, he peed on me. All over my work skirt, soaked all the way through. Awesome. I just look at him, he has a wobbly lip and watery eyes and is about to cry again. I just laugh and think "seriously".

Man, life is good!

Lesson learned

So my friend Angela comes back from a trip and tells me about how her kids were throwing up in crazy places and it was a mess and I thought "thank goodness that isn't happening yet" 2 days later...
Wednesday we take J to work and we run in to get him some church shoes we are walking around the store and all of a sudden B starts throwing up all his lunch, and it just keeps spewing like those volcanos you used to make in elementary school. I had a huge cup with me so I quickly put it under him and am trying to make sure it doesn't go on the floor. How embarassing would that be! Luckily the store has a bathroom, so I rush back there hoping no one sees my baby that is covered in vomit. So we are in the bathroom for a good 15 min moping up the stroller (thank goodness for a macklaren that is just mesh and plastic!), taking his clothes of and just cleaning up all the while I'm trying not to throw up because I was so grossed out (this is my first time having to clean up someone elses vomit). We leave the mall and everyone is giving me dirty looks cause I have a kid in a diaper in his stroller (how ghetto is that!?).
We get in the car and he does it again all over his carseat and then he does it while he is sleeping and sleeps in it.
Thurs morning we think he is done, he is starving for some food so we give him some toast and applesauce. J is taking us to the airport (we spent the long weekend in cali...by the way...it was so nice!) on the way to the airport right as we are pulling up to the curb drop off, he vomits again, all over everything! so we have to wipe him down, change him in the trunk, use a billion wipies to try to give him a quick wipie bath and off we go.
the whole time in the airport and on the plane I prayed like nobody's business that he wouldn't throw up again. I change to an aisle seat and asked them for a towel just in case! Luckily after that he was good. I felt horrible for James who had a vomit car seat and clothes and had to go to work!

I miss those days of spit up. I would take that over real vomit anyday. Who ever thought you would hear someone say something like that?! Also I will never say I'm thankful something hasn't happened, cause it usually soon after happens!

Cali was great, B came back with some new tricks, we missed J like crazy and were glad to come back home and be with him again! I'll update with pics another day this week!

Mortification by a Toddler

Over the weekend B and I were playing on the floor. I was lying on the floor with my hands behind my back as B wheeled his car over my legs making his way up to my stomach while making his version of the noise cars make "bbbbrbrbrbrbrb" Then he gets to my stomach and sees my shirt is slightly up not covering my stomach. He pulls my shirt up and starts poking my belly. Then he starts grabbing my fat and pulling on it. His face showed complete grossness in his mommy and he kept looking at me like "what the heck is this??!". I was mortified and quickly pushed his hand away, grabbed the stroller and headed for a long power walk.
Don't worry I got a healthbar for breakfast, carrots and water for lunch and will be eating a salad for dinner after I get back from my run tonight.

There is nothing like a kid pulling at your fat and being grossed out to get your butt into gear!

Thanks B

days can be great

There are some days where I "HAVE TO" stay home. Where a babysitter is sick, or all the kids are sick, or even B is sick or something else, that forces me to stay at home with my little crazy child. I love those days. I yearn for more of those days. I have a countdown (88 days from today) till I get to be a stay at home mom. Most of my friends are stay at home and they complain how they need to get away...let's just say...you have no idea how lucky you are to stay home with your kid and watch them grow up, to spend all day loving them, playing with them, dealing with their craziness...you are lucky lucky lucky!

Anyways so yesterday was one of those days where I had to stay home. It was a great day. How our day went.

6:30am we woke up...B is up most mornings at that time.

He came in bed with us and wrestled with daddy and laughed so hard, gave us lots of kisses and wrestled some more.

We ate breakfast together. He eats a bowl of oatmeal, the packet kind, a whole banana and then half of daddy's bowl of cheerios.

8:15am we take daddy to work, give him kisses and head home

One the way home we listen to "toddler tunes" brady dances and claps his hands during his favorite songs

we get home and play with trucks, i chase after him as he gets into everything and then by 8:50am Brady is down for his nap

He sleeps for two hours and during that time I get to work out (man that felt great), take a long shower, get ready for the day, make my to do lists, clean the kitchen, organize the toys and read my scriptures.

11:15am I hear b in his bed talking to himself and I just sit and listen for a bit till he starts yelling cause he wants out

I make him a snack, pack a lunch and get ready to run errands

- return some jeans I had bought that I hated

- grocery shopping

- get b his first hair cut (pictures tomorrow...man he is handsome)

- go check out some areas to take pictures this weekend for photoshoots

- rent a movie

- swings at the park since I promised and it was such a gorgeous day and b just wants to live outside these days, so i let him

1:30pm b goes down for a nap

- I make cookies for activity days, those i visit teach and work

- I watch THE SEPTEMbER ISSUE...amazing documentary. Ugh the fashion was to die for! I was in love. The stress of that lifestyle...loved that...i thrive under stress

- talked to my mom and sister while they were at lunch, wished i was in cali with them

3:15pm B wakes up

- go outside and drive in his car, but mostly just sit and watch the dogs at the dog park

- cut everything up and put in baggies to prepare later for dinner

- go to target to return a dress that makes me look like i have saggy boobs, buy brady a new huge red ball (the deacons popped his last one), bought him some elmo books that were in the dollar section (he loves elmo, i think it's just cause he loves the color red really), bought a new childrens cd cause I'm so sick of the ones we have...DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY RECOMMENDATIONS? just walked around and enjoyed target. Found a rug I loved but was out of my budget, and some pillows that I feel bad for spending $50 total on...but just enjoyed walking around

- went to old navy and just walked around. I'm trying to find B church shoes (brown and navy) that are nice, not just sneakers like he always wears to church that don't cost more than $15 and are actually cute. I don't think they exsist!

- hung out at SIL house and let brady chase after the kids, fed him dinner

- J got home from work and we went home, I made dinner...it was delicious...recipe later this week. Learned preparing for dinner early makes life so much easier!

- watched THE MISSING...stressful movie, good but very stressful

- went to bed

Man, I wish i could do that everyday!

sick as a dog

what does that even mean? I see lots of dogs that aren't even sick!

James was sick last week, then by wednesday Brady had it, then by thursday I had it. Don't you just love that about sickness...how it passes right through the family without passing anyone by. Good thing, because I wouldn't have wanted to be left out on that mess.

I already knew that as a mom, even when you are sick you don't get a break...but for the first time I got to learn it first hand, and I thought since it's a first it should be documented!

We dealt with vomit, diareah (lots of that)...all over clothes. Doing stuff like that when you are sick, makes it just THAT much worse! I have never gagged changing a diaper, but thurs-sun I totally wanted to! B was super snuggly and just wanted to be held the whole weekend and held tight, I loved it. We got to watch Up, and other movies. B would occasionally point up to the movie just so I would know that he was still alive and paying attention. I'm sure we used 4 boxes of tissues over the long weekend and got like 100 hours of sleep.

When I was younger I broke my arm. I kept telling my mom that my arm hurt, but she ignorned me (don't worry she was a great mom despite that). For a week she thought I was overreacting, but finally took me in to the Doctors and found out I had a broken arm. Awesome mom! Don't worry, the Dr. told her how he hadn't know when one of his kids broke a arm/leg - should we really have been going to that dr. after that comment? Anyways. Where was that story going? So B had been sick wednesday and thursday...I decide on Friday to take him in because he is not getting any better, just staying the same. Turns out that he had a BAD ear infection in each of his ears. I thought maybe he just had our cold, but it turns out it was way worse! I felt horrible. He wasn't tugging at his ears (he plays with his ears, since he has learned there is a hole there...and plays with his hair right in that area all the time) he wasn't screaming bloody murder like he did the one time that we knew he had an ear infection. I felt like a bad mom for loving the snuggles and not taking him in sooner. I guess though since I did take him in and they put him on antibiotics then without that he wouldn't have the diareeah and I wouldn't be gagging and doing tons of extra things of gross laundry! So thank you for that! Every rhyme has a reason I guess!

Blessing #1 that we could all get sick and no one would get left out
Blessing #2 that b could be put on antibiotics and I could really perfect my laundry skills

Life couldn't be any better!

If you are thinking of having a baby, don't read!

This morning was just horrible! First of all I had to stay up late making brownies for work, realized at 11:45pm that I was almost out of powder sugar and had to run to the store, so I didn't get much sleep. Then James didn't want to ride his bike to work this morning and woke me up to take him. We get in the car and Brady stinks, seriously stinks...but as we keep going the smell gets worse and worse and he is crying in his car seat (which he never does). Ugh. So I get back home and pull him out of his car seat...he has poo all up his back and ALL OVER THE CAR SEAT and it reeks! I hold him out like im utterly disgusted with him, hoping no one comes out of their place and sees brady's back. I get him in the tub, wipe him down, give him a bath, start the wash. Go downstairs to grab the car seat...seriously I was so frustrated with the car seat and it took forever to get unbuckled!!! Take it upstairs and start wiping the poo off it. I can't figure out how to get the fabric off his big kid car seat, so I'm just going to have to leave it till I get home tonight (something to look forward to after a long day of working!). I realize crap it's 7:20. I try to finish the brownies as fast as possible. Brady is crying because he just wants to be snuggled (he must have been mortified after pooing all over himself and his seat...i would be!). 7:40 and I'm not even close, should have been out the door awhile ago! I barely change my shirt, get dressed, put my hair up in a pony tail (which now with short hair is incredible hard and I look like a depressed housewife), grap random foods for brady to take to the babysitter and run out the door.
I have been pooed on in church wearing a white skirt, pooed on many times at home when he was little and their poo is GROSS, now poo in the car seat, my car now reaks of poo and I have to go do tons of poo laundry! I was suuuuper late to work, look like a wreck, but at least my brownies were a hit!
Oh and sunday as I'm talking to a lady who is oogling brady, he spits up half his bottle all down the front of me and him...down to the inside of my shoe...seriously...
Glamorous...can't wait to share these stories with him when he is older...he owes me