Sunday, March 29, 2009
The pain was in my head like a normal sinus infection but during the night it migrated down into my jaw (weird, I know). And bad. It felt like I had been either punched in the face millions of times or had the most extensive dental work done that required hundreds of shots in my mouth and a fracture or two. Seriously, it hurt. I have never felt anything like it. And it still does.
Anytime I bend over, or even just squat down, the change in pressure about drops me. (Which by the way, I'm really not that tall, so why should just bending down do anything? It's not like I'm repelling down Mount Everest or anything. I'm just squatting down with my head up. I don't get it. But anyway) It pushes the pain even harder outward into my temples and ears and next time it happens I may just be cleaning up head splatter. Really, I might. Thank goodness I have a great steam cleaner.
But I digress, the reason for this post is my wonderful husband. Here I am sick and miserable, and here he is, exhausted from working his tail off all week selling houses so I can stay home with the kids, and yet he was the ultra Mr. Mom today. He did it all.
He made french toast for breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen, did the laundry while I was at the doctor, put both kids down for morning naps, straightened up the laundry room, cleaned out the refrigerator, cleaned all my junk out of the Murano, widdled down his 3 trillion t-shirts so they will fit in the drawer, plowed the driveway, shoveled the front porch, took the trash to the dump. You name it, he did it.
And now, it's almost 10:00pm and he's downstairs working. I don't know how he does it. The man is a machine. But he's my machine and I love him for it.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Bo and the manly pink bike
Samantha showing her mad skills on the obstacle course
Kailey zipping across the floor on the ring
Crazy driver Logan
Bo-Man flying high (he loved the pit)
Dana . . . 40 or 4?
It was a great party. Bo had a blast and I think everyone else did, too. We didn't take any pictures of him opening gifts because we video taped it instead, but he got way more toys than any 3 year old should have. (A Dump truck, a crane that makes noise and moves, a walking roaring dinosaur, a huge stuffed dinosaur, moose backpack, dump truck book, helicopter, puzzle, and more.)
We came home with quite a loot and one exhausted 3 year old. Happy birthday, Bo!
So, what, I ask you do I do? Do I just let him run free-ballin around the house all day or what? And what is his phobia of underwear? Seriously. They're just underwear. I don't get it.
But what I do get is that I can't afford to give him a new matchbox car every time he pees in the potty anymore so he and I made a new potty reward chart today. He was all excited about it and helped me decorate it. He also helped me decide on the rewards he will get (new car, new airplane, trip to McDonald's, new car).
So now, after he goes 4 times he gets a reward, instead of every 1. I hope it works.
And in unrelated news, Bo cut one of his own binkies today. I told him I was going to cut it and then asked if he wanted to do it. He got all excited to use his scissors and chopped away. I still don't think he realizes that the supply is about out (I think we're down to 2), but I guess he will soon enough.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
We celebrated today by first surprising him with cocoa puffs for breakfast (which are his favorite and something he only gets at Grandma's). He was so excited. He kept saying, "I love my birthday."
Then he and I made a cake. He picked a chocolate cake with white icing and by the looks of the finished product, I would like to claim that he helped assemble and decorate it but I can't. The lopsided, off center stack and wompyjawed (sp?) circle on top were all me. Oh and the sprinkles, he wanted to do the sprinkles but found it more entertaining to try and drink them out of the jar and spread them all over the kitchen than to put them on the cake, so that hideousness was all me, too. It looked horrible, absolutely kindergarten craft day horrible, but he had a blast turning red from eating a pound of frosting while I was making it so I'm ok with it. He did, however, pick out how many candles he wanted and stuck them in the cake. That randomness was all him.
Then he, Sam & I met Wes at Carl's Jr for lunch (Bo's favorite place to eat). We had a great time and Bo even got an airplane as his kid's meal toy so that made it even better.
The rest of the day, the boys and I just played and laughed and I tried to call Bo "Birthday Boy" as many times as I could until Wes came home for dinner and we had birthday cake and opened presents.
At least it tasted good
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
While driving this afternoon, he pointed out the side window of the car and asked if that was his birthday over there. And then tonight he went over to the living room window, looked both directions and said, "Mom, I can't see it. I can't see my birthday coming." How do you explain to a 2, almost 3 year old, that his birthday is coming but will never show up at the front door?
And then there's the cake. Oh, the cake. I asked him today if he would like an airplane cake for his birthday and he said, "Yes. And trains, and cars, and a space shuttle." Ummm, I do enjoy baking every now and then but I think that goes well beyond my level of expertise. I was just going to make a long skinny rectangle, ice it gray for the runway and stick some toy planes on it, but now I've got to turn into Martha Stewart-Gone-Mass-Transit by next week. Any suggestions?