A morning of accidents

It started around 4:30 this morning. I was awakened by M standing on my side of the bed crying. "Mommy, I peed on my crouton." I assured him that it was ok, and I crawled out of bed. (Brag moment: This is the second nighttime accident since he has been fully potty trained. Isn't that great?!??!) I manuevered the toy-strewn floor of his room to his dresser and got him a new pair of underwear and took him to the bathroom and stripped his wet clothes off him. I made him go potty and helped him into fresh underwear and brought him back to bed with me. I checked his bed, and it wasn't wet, so I just think he tried to get up to go (Yippee!) and didn't make it.

Later....

I had to stop into Wally on the way into work to pick up a snack for a going away party for a co-worker. While I was there, I got M a bottle of chocolate milk and a doughnut and one for my mother as well. On our way into Tulsa, M kept flipping the chocolate milk bottle upside down. I told him to stop because he was going to spill it and that next time I was going to take it away. Not more than a minute had lapsed when he spilled three-quarters of a bottle of chocolate milk in the car. He started crying and asked me to pull the car over. I told him to use the blanket (I keep a blanket in the car for him to cover up with when he is napping) to clean up the mess. We were just past Hwy 20 and almost to Memaw's.

So, I didn't get into work until 9:00 today because I had to get the car seat out of the car and clean the car and such before I came into work. You can't not clean milk out of your car in OK during the summer. It's not like it was a soda, KWIM?

Anyone need a three year old for entertainment over the holiday weekend? He really is a lot of fun!

Gerald Green

Last post for today...I promise.

I can't finish out the day without posting on Gerald Green. Gerald Green signed a LOI to play of Oklahoma State, but then he decided to go pro instead and signed an agent.

On behalf of the Oklahoma State fan base, may I just say...

I think it's hilarious that you weren't the first high school draft pick. I think it's even MORE hilarious that you weren't even number two. And I am absolutely giddy that Joey Graham went before you.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it, you traitor! Doggin' my 'Pokes like that!

(Did I mention that I don't think anyone should be able to be a professional athlete (MBA, NFL, NASCAR Nextel, MLB, etc.) unless you will be 21 before the calendar year is over?)


GO POKES!

A touch of Cinderella

I remember my college roommate and my best friends comments about me when I set about to clean. My idea of cleaning is more like a spring cleaning (although I could eliminate this by doing it more often--tee hee!). I didn't own a mop, but now that I am a mom, I have a Swiffer WetJet. But still to this day, I prefer to clean a floor by getting on my hands and knees with a scrub brush and rag and scrub the floor. I'm absolutely mad I tell you.

What prompts this post? Well, tonight I made up my mind I was cleaning the bathroom. I started at 8, and at 9:30 as I sit and type this post, I am still not completely finished, but I have retired for the night due to exhaustion. The sink and toilet are scrubbed; the tub is as well but there are still a few areas that I need to get a Magic Eraser after that I decided can wait until tomorrow evening. I have also put off sweeping and scrubbing the bathroom floor until tomorrow.

This cleaning episode also consisted of:

(1) cleaning M's step stool
(2) throwing away old bath toys and putting the new ones in the shower bag
(3) throwing away the bath mat and making a note on the need to buy list to buy a replacement
(4) throwing out the old magazines that were in there
(5) checking shampoo, conditioner, and shaving cream bottles and throwing away ones that are low or empty that haven't made it to the trash yet
(6) cleaning the glass
(7) clearing off the vanity

So, Tanner, you can see I haven't changed. I would have continued cleaning tonight if I wasn't getting tired and getting hot. The backache I was getting from bending over scrubbing didn't help either.

Well, I'm off to empty the dryer so I can start a load of darks in the washer and move them to the dryer tomorrow morning.

*Disclaimer: In no way does the title of this post indicate that I do everything around here because I don't. B cooked dinner tonight and did the dishes and unloaded the dishwasher. He also has kept M corraled while I cleaned. It's all about give and take.

You big ol' meanie!

M & I stopped at Wally this morning on our way out of town to see if we could find a decent yellow rose for my sorority sister that just had a baby girl. There weren't any of decent appearance, so I went ahead and picked up a vase. (I'll go down the street to the flower shop and get it there but I'm not paying $6 for a vase, KWIM?). Anyway, I went ahead and got M chocolate milk and a doughnut while we were there (great breakfast, huh?) and proceeded to check out. M was on a roll. He punched the buttons on the card reader several times after I told him not to and turned it away from him, moved him away, etc.

So I really got on to him as we were walking out of the store, and we were walking at the same time as this elderly gentlemen. He was wearing a ballcap with the local VFW branch on it and he just snickered when he heard M declare, "You are just mean, mom."

The guy asked me, "Are you being mean to that boy?" through his laughter.

I smiled back at the gentlemen and replied, "Sir, I'll tell you like I've told him. If I don't get at least one "You're mean." or "I don't like you, Mommy." a day when he is acting like this, I'm not doing my job."

The gentlemen laughed and replied, "God bless you. There should be more parents out there like you."

It made me feel a little better for getting on to M--knowing that I was doing what I am supposed to be doing and that there are individuals out there that agree that it is the right thing.

M was no worse for the wear either. He climbed into his carseat and I buckled him in and he played rocket ship during our commute to town.

Disgusting male antics

And so it begins....

Today I was getting M out of the car after I commuted in from T town. Normally he takes off running to the house but today he just stood there next to the door with his back to me.

And then...I heard it....

He passed gas! AT ME! He turned around, cackled, and took off laughing.

So my son tooter-pootered on me. My sweet little boy has officially turned rotten. I came into the house and told B that he needed to discuss appropriate behavior with M and this fell under his area of teaching appropriate behavior. B just laughed and said, "Hey, I didn't teach him that."

Is this where it begins? With two boys, do I have a lifetime of looking forward to antics like this...belching contests, etc.? Our shuttle drive at work didn't hesitate to tell me today that I am going to be outnumbered and wouldn't have a prayer in the world....

HELP!?!?!?

A trip to the Frontier

Friday, M, B, Meme, Papa, & I headed to OKC for a day trip. We took M to Frontier City for a day of rides and fun. M had a blast. Of the adult rides that M could ride, I think his favorite was the Prairie Schooner (pirate ship). Of course, of the children's rides, his favorite was the roller coaster. The funniest part of the day was when they all four rode the Rapids. A gentlemen that was standing on the bridge overlooking the rapids with me informed me that the waterfall on this ride, unlike the one at Silver Dollar City, did not turn off. When I heard that, I just knew that B would be soaked. I was right. I think there was only one dry patch on B when he got off that ride. Later on, they rode the log ride, but the wait in line was forever. It turned out that a group of little girls had gotten stuck in the tunnel, which I am told would have been horrible because it is pitch black in there and it stinks to high heaven. The good part about these water rides is that for a quarter, you got to "blast" the ridders as they rode the ride. I meant to get B, which I did, but I hit Meme (my mother-in-law) right between the eyes by mistake. OOOPS! (It really was a mistake Meme! You know I love you!

Here are the pictures I took at the park yesterday. I'm not in any because, of course, preggos can't ride. Bummer, dude!
Frontier City Pictures (including M, B, MeMe & Papa)

I am still in the process of uploading some of the videos so keep checking back, but for now, here is one of M on the kids' swings. He's in the orange muscle shirt and khaki shorts.
Swings

In pictures

I was reading Erin's comment about having a picture finally up, and I kind of browsed through pictures that I have on my computer. The truth is that like most moms, I am the one behind the camera--not in front of it. Some of this is my own fault as I truly dislike having pictures taken. I have pictures of us a family, but they are professional portraits. I'm just not a picture person. I don't like the having to smile thing. In addition, I am cursed with dimples. My husband has even deeper dimples than I do. M has them as well (he's doomed, as is this child, since it is a recessive trait (See Ms. Kodesh! I did pay attention in HS Biology!).

You know, I only really have one or two pictures from when I was pregnant with M. I haven't taken any with this child yet b/c I'm not really showing. Kind of sad, huh?

Just call me Igor

I had this for about a week and a half a week prior but it had cleared up until last night.

I went grocery shopping last night for the few necessities we needed like milk, tea, etc. at Wal-heck. I was there forever for just about 12 items. The lines were, of course, 5 people deep, and I picked the slow lane. *D'oh!*

When I get to the register, the lady proceeds to double bag all my cold items. I live 6 blocks from the store, so I asked her nicely not to double-bag them, which she did. But I still have to complain because she double-bagged oddly. Ok, when I was a cashier at Walheck, you would sack and then put that sack inside another sack after you had filled it. It was much quicker. But no, this lady put the bag inside the other bag which required both of her hands to put items in the sack. So she was totally doing the one hand thing. You know, scan it...put it in the bag...scan another item...put it in the bag. Back in my day, and it's not that long ago...maybe 9 years ago, I would have been reprimanded and eventually let go for that. You had to be able to multitask. You scanned with your right hand and bagged with your left.

So, by the time I got done shopping, standing in line, checking out, walking to the car, loading the groceries in the trunk, and returning the cart to the cart corral, I am Igor again. I have this pinching in my hip where my leg meets my hip. By the time I got home and unloaded groceries with B's help and fixed my dinner plate (B cooks on most nights--what a sweetie!), I was in so much pain. I really wanted to cry. I had to ask him to bring me back some more rice because just the thought of hobbling to the kitchen hurt. I'm feeling better today after working on it with the massager and using Blue Emu (this stuff is awesome by the way because you can wear it anytime, anywhere, and it doesn't smell). However, I think I'm probably going to go ahead and talk to the OB about massage therapy.

Igor out!

And you call yourselves a help desk!

Working individuals of the world unite! It's the evil help desk that is the topic of today's discussion.

Last week, I came into work on Monday to find that I could not access anything that required an ethernet connection. I couldn't get on the intranet, access servers, etc. Begrundingly, I called the help desk. My case was turned in to desktop support with a high priority. I sat around and twiddled my thumbs all day and then called the help desk again just as I was leaving and told them I absolutely had to be up and running by Wednesday.

Tuesday morning, I come in and I can't even boot up. There was a corrupted file. I called the help desk again. About 2 hours later, IT guy comes up and works on my computer. It appears that part of the problem was a token ring (aren't these things extinct) that was stuck in a loop that was causing part of the problem. We did a cleanup on the computer, eliminated some spyware, and did a backup just in case they had redo my hard drive. The computer is working for what I need it for that day.

Then, I have to go out and approve a wire. There are these blasted smartcard readers here whre you have to insert your card, select your certificate authority, and input your pin to approve wire transfers. Well the blasted card reader doesn't work. I call the guy back again and he gets it working. It works for a few days.

Well, the darn thing is down again! You would think that since I work for a computer company (not mentioned...we'll just call it Big Blue for now), that I could get hardware that would work CONSISTENTLY. So today, I called the guy back again, and yet again, I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs waiting on IT guy to come get it working again (and to show me how to fix it myself next time so I'm not waiting for an elusive IT guy). I have a wire to approve that has to go out today.

I want to be elusive. How come the accountants can't be elusive? Blasted!

UPDATE:

Well, I got out of my process automation meeting this afternoon, and low and behold, IT guy #2 is here to fix a printer for a co-worker. This is the guy that got the darn card reader up and running in the first place. A fiddle here and there and it is working. IT guy #1 has yet to call. Figures, huh?

Rollin'

M at the Kiddie Park

He's the blonde headed kid in the front of the last truck (green).

At the car wash...Yeah!

There is a new carwash at the gas station down the street. It's actually a pretty cool car wash. The unit passes over the car and does all the washing, clear coat, etc and it also dries your car that way. It's brushless except for the brushes that clean your wheels.

M LOVES this car wash. This morning I needed to fill up and we went there so he could go through the car wash with me. Well the clear coat/wax stuff sprays out in this color combination of blue, yellow, and pink foam. It reminds me of cotton candy. M calls it gum. LOL!

So I got gum on my car today. Not more than 10 minutes later, I was heading down the highway to town and SPLAT! Bird poo on my car! Of course, it won't rain until this weekend now that the bird has pooed on the car.

Daddy's hands

B's great grandma passed away early Friday morning. So, Sunday evening, B set out with Meme (his mom) and Papa (his stepdad) for big 'ol Lubbock, TX. B has been away from home before for an extended period of time (CLEET, training, etc.). M usually takes it in stride, but this time, he really missed his daddy. He kept asking when he was going to be home; he even waited up until 11:30 PM last night for him (tired mommy here). It was so cute this morning. When I woke M up B brought him into bed with him and they snuggled together. It was a picture to make anyone's heart melt.

Growin'

Wow, it's been such a long time since I posted. Well, I'm over halfway through the pregnancy. Last Tuesday, we had our ultrasound; we took M with us and he kept asking if his baby was growin'. The funny thing is that it sounded like he was asking if the baby was groin. This bugger is stubborn too. We fought the baby the entire u/s appointment. The tech said she saw a brother and would be surprised if it wasn't a boy. However, her demeanor has brought us to the conclusion that we will proceed as if we didn't know the sex.

My OB summed having a kid up the best. "Having a kid is like getting a Christmas present. You wait to open it. You can prod it, poke it, shake it, but you still don't know what it is until you open it."

I'm still not really showing like most women would be this far along in their pregnancy, but I didn't with M either. I did get to experience something with this kid that I didn't with M...hiccups.

Last night, I was lying in bed watching Fraiser when I felt movement in the same spot repeatedly and almost on que. I pondered what the kid was doing for a brief moment, and then I realized....the baby had hiccups! What an odd feeling!

M is so excited about the baby. He tells us all the time that it is "my baby" and not our baby. We have started working on the baby's room. We ripped up the carpet and started lying down laminate wood floors (better for kids with allergies which I am sure this kid will have). I still haven't decided what color to paint the nursery. I have narrowed down the bedding choices to two sets:

Good Night Bear

Jungle Nursery

I've had people ask me whether or not I was disappointed that the tech said another boy. Actually I'm pretty stoked about another boy. Just think:

1. I won't have to pay for a wedding.
2. I don't have to worry her getting pregnant (although I will have to worry about him getting someone pregnant).
3. I won't have to go through the entire "You are becoming a woman" thing or another of the other things that women have to deal with.
4. No expensive prom dresses.
5. No expensive dance or cheerleading outfits that they have to have 5 off.
6. I pretty much will have everything I need.
7. I will get to play rough and get dirty.

Another boy will be just fine.

We have pictures!

First baby pic


Boy Proof?