We got it.
A date for finalization of our adoption. The date it will all be over and it will all be just beginning. The date we will be legally declared a family.
February 27, 2007. What a beautiful day.
The party will probably be March 3, the following Saturday. Consider yourself invited. 
I can’t believe it is finally here.We told Speedy about signing papers and I think he really got it. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Speedy, mommy and daddy signed some very important papers today. They said that we wanted to be your mommy and daddy forever and ever and ever.
Speedy: HUGE grin
Me: the papers said we want you and Princess to live with us forever and ever and ever
Speedy: even BIGGER grin
Me: Do you want to live with mommy and daddy forever?
Speedy: YAY! YES! for-eva and eva eva
Me: Do you remember living with mommy___ and daddy___?
Speedy: Yes
Me: Do you remember when someone came and took you to live somewhere else?
Speedy: Ya
Me: Well, these papers said that can never happen now. You will always live with mommy and daddy and sissy.
Speedy: jumping up and down, YAYYYY! all the while having the biggest smile on his face!
Me: Go tell daddy!
Speedy: Daddy! i gunna liv mommy daddy for-eva eva eva!!! Yay!!!
Me: In a few weeks, we’ll go talk to the judge and tell him we all want to be together and then he’ll say, “you’re a family”
Speedy: YAAAAy! le’s go see da judge
You had to be there. it was really sweet.
It was really cute. I think he was really able to understand that he would not be going anywhere else.
February 27, 2007.
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Tomorrow (today for most of you reading) is the official signing of the adoption placement papers.
Exactly one week from Monday, it will have been one year since Speedy moved in with us. What a year it has been.
I’m excited to sign the papers but what I’m really waiting for is that piece of paper that says we are their parents. We already are their parents, but I want the paper that proves it. I’m not sure how I should feel about it all – it’s so close now.
I wonder if I’ll feel any different once we’ve finalized the adoption. Is there some secret place in my heart that will finally open? I honestly don’t know. I think there is definitely a secret place in my gut that will relax.
Placement papers. The next to last step in the whole process. They are almost legally ours.
Do you have them? Seriously, I’m not talking about the standard response “God, family, friends….etc….”. I mean, do you REALLY have priorities? I guess we all have them, it’s just that some of us would be surprised to find out what they are.
Today, I was offered a contract that would have resulted in a nice big chunk of money for 4 weeks of work. It would be full time for three weeks and have me traveling across Canada in the fourth. Tempting. Oh, the money is sooooo tempting. We talked about it, only briefly, and decided not to pursue it. We’re not set up for me to work full time, not even for a few weeks.
I have a HUGE respect for working moms; frankly, I don’t know how they have the energy to do it all. Our choice is to have me stay home with the kids and work part time from home with someone here to watch the kids.
Rewind a few years. Before you met me (ha ha ha), I was quite the jet-setter. I traveled about 35 weeks out of the year and loved it. I was usually only gone for two nights and two days at a time, but there were occasional week long jobs. Some people say that living out of a suitcase gets old, but I really enjoyed it. I loved being in new places and working with new people from week to week.
I got to visit Toronto several times and even took mom along and drove down to see Niagara Falls over a long weekend. (I took this picture from a helicopter!) San Francisco was another fun trip with mom and it was amazing to see this, though I was secretly terrified of an earthquake.) Another California trip took me to Santa Rosa, where I was able to drive a short distance to see the infamous Napa Valley. (photo isn’t that great, but it proves I was there!) New York City was my favorite place to travel to – I also visited, Indiana, Minneapolis, Atlanta, Phoenix, Boston, Washington D.C., Chicago, San Diego, New Jersey and various places in Texas. Whew. Told you I did a lot of traveling.
Anyway, I got a little off track. I miss traveling, but I don’t want to be away from my family that much. I’ll probably get to travel a little here and there, but for two nights at a time and only a few times a year. It’s having the opportunity right in front of me that reminds me how much I love it. Another opportunity today to travel to Albuquerque, New Mexico. It’s beautiful there – I’d love to do it. But we have to step back and look at our priorities.
As a mommy, I want to be right here with my sweet little ones. As a professional, I want to be where the action is and stay up to date on all the latest developments in my industry. I adore my children, but singing the theme song to “Wonder Pets” over and over again just isn’t intellectually stimulating.
In the end, our priorities will win. Partly because we’re committed and mostly because I’m too lazy to put much effort into working more often.
I’m finding priorities are very easy to make, but sometimes difficult to live by.
Do you have them? Seriously, I’m not talking about the standard response “God, family, friends….etc….”. I mean, do you REALLY have priorities? I guess we all have them, it’s just that some of us would be surprised to find out what they are.
Today, I was offered a contract that would have resulted in a nice big chunk of money for 4 weeks of work. It would be full time for three weeks and have me traveling across Canada in the fourth. Tempting. Oh, the money is sooooo tempting. We talked about it, only briefly, and decided not to pursue it. We’re not set up for me to work full time, not even for a few weeks.
I have a HUGE respect for working moms; frankly, I don’t know how they have the energy to do it all. Our choice is to have me stay home with the kids and work part time from home with someone here to watch the kids.
Rewind a few years. Before you met me (ha ha ha), I was quite the jet-setter. I traveled about 35 weeks out of the year and loved it. I was usually only gone for two nights and two days at a time, but there were occasional week long jobs. Some people say that living out of a suitcase gets old, but I really enjoyed it. I loved being in new places and working with new people from week to week.
I got to visit Toronto several times and even took mom along and drove down to see Niagara Falls over a long weekend. (I took this picture from a helicopter!) San Francisco was another fun trip with mom and it was amazing to see this, though I was secretly terrified of an earthquake.) Another California trip took me to Santa Rosa, where I was able to drive a short distance to see the infamous Napa Valley. (photo isn’t that great, but it proves I was there!) New York City was my favorite place to travel to – I also visited, Indiana, Minneapolis, Atlanta, Phoenix, Boston, Washington D.C., Chicago, San Diego, New Jersey and various places in Texas. Whew. Told you I did a lot of traveling.
Anyway, I got a little off track. I miss traveling, but I don’t want to be away from my family that much. I’ll probably get to travel a little here and there, but for two nights at a time and only a few times a year. It’s having the opportunity right in front of me that reminds me how much I love it. Another opportunity today to travel to Albuquerque, New Mexico. It’s beautiful there – I’d love to do it. But we have to step back and look at our priorities.
As a mommy, I want to be right here with my sweet little ones. As a professional, I want to be where the action is and stay up to date on all the latest developments in my industry. I adore my children, but singing the theme song to “Wonder Pets” over and over again just isn’t intellectually stimulating.
In the end, our priorities will win. Partly because we’re committed and mostly because I’m too lazy to put much effort into working more often.
I’m finding priorities are very easy to make, but sometimes difficult to live by.
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….random thoughts/memories/lyrics/phrases/proverbs/bible verses/you know, WHATEVER!
Psalm 23:1 “The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.” I don’t think this is intended to promise we’ll have everything we want, but that we can be full with what God gives us. He is enough.
I think people who need to be directed to the “start” button in Windows in order to find the program they are learning about should NOT sign up for online classes.
Teaching an online class when you have diarrhea isn’t pleasant. When you have to say, “okay, class, give me a few minutes here I’m having some technical difficulties” too many times, they are going to figure out something is up. I know I shouldn’t lie, but I really don’t think they want to hear, “okay, class, my butt needs to vomit again but I’ll be back shortly.”
When one has intestinal issues, one should not eat spicy food the night before teaching an online class.
You know you’re getting old when friends your own age tell you they need to have a hemorrhoid surgically removed. 
Love ya, friend. And don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.
“Everyone I meet brings me joy; some when they come into my life, others when they leave it.”
Guess i’m in a bit of mood tonight, aren’t I?
I went to the first in a series of Beth Moore bibles studies last night. This is one of her live events where she is basically doing a sermon series on the book of Proverbs. It’s called, “Wising Up” and the focus is learning how to get wisdom. Duh.
If you’ve never had the chance to do any of her studies, I encourage you to find one and get involved. Her writing is very easy to follow and it’s impossible to listen to her speak about the word of God and walk away unaffected. This woman glows with God’s love.
As I said, you can’t leave one of her “sermons” or listen to one of her DVDs without being affected – and if you can, you weren’t paying attention. There are several things that came out of last night’s session that really caught my attention:
“In any situation, if God doesn’t give you skills to succeed, then He wants to give you skills to leave!”
“God can give you insight to make decisions based on things you don’t even know.” This point is not something I didn’t know already, but it just phrased it in a way that made it easier to explain, I guess. When we had to choose whether or not to accept the placement with Speedy and Princess (which was a “maybe you’ll get to keep them” thing) or pass on the placement and wait for “Sonny and Cher” (which was a “for sure” thing). We knew we would likely be chosen for “sonny and cher” but in our hearts we knew we would accept Speedy and Princess’s placement. Our caseworker was floored by our decision, we didn’t understand it all ourselves, we just knew it was right. I believe God gave us, in that moment, His wisdom which allowed us to “make a decision based on something we did not know” – that Speedy and Princess were already chosen to be ours.
There are lots and lots and lots of debates and issues floating around in the world of adoption these days. I could link to them but I don’t want to because I’m likely just to tick someone off and get a million comments about how insensitive I am.
And that’s not news to anyone. Right? But that’s not what this post is about. To sum it all up, there are lots of birthmothers out there who feel they were manipulated into the “choice” of adoption; they rally for more rights for birthmothers with regard to open adoptions and the window of time they have to change their minds. (And when I say “they feel they were manipulated” I don’t mean to insinuate that they weren’t really manipulated……I’m sure some were)
Anyway, if I haven’t lost you or made you mad yet, stick with me here I have a point. Adoptive mothers have a tendancy (and I’m making a huge generalization here) to want to more or less ignore the birthmother. Adoptees seem to be split 50-50; some feel angry at the loss of the birth family and some don’t.
I don’t fit into any of those categories so I don’t say much about it. And maybe that makes me part of the problem, I don’t know. What I do know is that when it comes to adoption I don’t think the focus should be on either the birthparents or the adoptive parents. I think decisions should be made based on what is best for the child.
And for the record, I do believe it is best for the child to know as much as possible about his/her birthfamily. If possible, I think it is very important for the child to maintain some type of relationship with the birthfamily. Is that easy on the parents? Probably not.
I can’t imagine how hard that must be for parents from a typical domestic adoption. I know that I sometimes feel threatened by the role their birthmother may have in my children’s lives – and that role will most likely be a vague memory or simply an idea. It’s the “idea” that scares me most. I may someday have to compete with the “idea” of what could have been even though I know the reality of what was. That must be so much harder for other parents who adopt outside of foster care.
My point is, just because it’s hard doesn’t make it impossible. And just because it’s hard doesn’t make it any less important. We’re so very fortunate to have the birthgrandparents in our lives. We have adopted them as much as we are adopting the kids and I hope it will be that way forever. Sometimes it is uncomfortable and awkward but we’ll work through it. Because I believe that my sweet babies will cherish that link to their past. They’ll have someone to go to when they want to know more about their birthparents. When they are adults, they’ll have the option of meeting them if they choose to do so.
Filed under: Day after day
Have you been watching ‘Deal, or No Deal’? In case you have missed out on this tv phenomenon, here’s the basic premise: A contestant chooses one out of 26 (i think) numbered briefcases. In that briefcase is a dollar amount between $.01 and $1,000,000. All 26 cases have a different dollar amount the only way to determine what is in your case is to open all of the others. After each series of opening the other cases, a “banker” makes the contestant an offer based on the risk factors of that person leaving a large amount of money. The contestant can take the offer “deal” or choose to keep opening cases in hopes of getting more money “no deal”.
This game has been named inappropriately. It should be called, “how smart are you”? Night after night I watch greed take over as people pass up hundreds of thousands of dollars, all in hopes of getting more.
Which is better? $200,000 in your pocket or a 1 in 8 chance at $1,000,000. If you chose the latter, I’m sorry, but you would not rate very high on my “how smart are you” scale. The people who appear on these shows are not millionaires and have NO BUSINESS passing up even $100,000. I mean, seriously. You are a SCHOOL TEACHER for crying out loud. Take the dern deal and run with the money. They are offering you what it would normally take you two years to earn…..TAKE THE FRIGGIN’ DEAL!
I watched a lady who talked about how much a large sum of money would change her family’s life walk away from $142,000 because she had a 1 in 7 chance of winning the million. Excuse me, IDIOT, but don’t you realize that means you also have a 6 in 7 chance of NOT winning the million?
Seriously, how smart are you?
Filed under: Princess
My sweet baby girl,
I can not even believe you are a year old today. The time has flown by and you have grown and changed so much.
One year ago today, daddy and I had no idea that you and Speedy would be coming into our lives in two short weeks. We didn’t know you were being born, we didn’t know anything about you. But we already loved you. You were growing in our hearts from the moment we decided to adopt; maybe even before then. God was preparing us for you and that’s why it took a little longer for us to find each other.
Jeremiah 29:11 says, “‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the Lord. ‘They are for good and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.’” Your life is a beautiful picture of this verse. Just by being born, I believe you saved your brother’s life. It was your untimely (or perfectly timed) arrival that brought attention to the situation Speedy was living in. It was your birth that gave him a chance at life.
I can’t even imagine what God has in store for you. What an amazing start at life you’ve had. You started at only 4 pounds and here you are, 12 months later, weighing in at almost 20!
You are the happiest baby I’ve ever been around and you are almost always smiling and laughing. Everywhere we go, people comment on how beautiful you are – but your real beauty is in your sweet little spirit. I hope you will always know how beautiful you are, inside and out.
If I had to choose one thing you love more than anything else, it would have to be mommy. Speedy is a very close second and daddy a closer third! But sshhhh! We won’t tell him he’s third! ha ha ha
When people learn that we are adopting you through foster care, they often say that we are rescueing you…..but the truth is that you and Speedy have rescued us. We love you more than words could ever say and we are so grateful to have you as our daughter.
Watching you crawl around and pull up on everything you can get your hands on is definitely entertainment! You are very curious and have learned to let us know when you want more food and when you’ve had enough. Though we rarely see the “i’ve had enough” sign. You give hugs now and sometimes kisses, though they are usually reserved for your teddy bear. Today, you did something new and I didn’t even see it! Granny told me you put the little play phone up to your ear and started babbling! Hmmm… I wonder where you learned that?
I could go on forever telling stories of things you do that make me smile, but there would never be enough words to paint a picture of our love for you. I’m smiling just thinking of you.
Happy Birthday, baby girl!
Filed under: Speedy
Conversation with Speedy yesterday as I was getting him out of the truck:
Me: Speedy, you are getting soooo big!
Speedy: I HEAVY!
Me: yes, you are heavy and you are growing so fast. You’re a big boy.
Speedy: NO, mommy! I a MAN!
LOL
Filed under: rednecks
It comes as no surprise to those of you who know us irl (in real life) that daddy-o is definitely a redneck. Some people say that about us as though it were an insult, but we rednecks just don’t see it that way.
“Redneck” can mean different things to different people. Just so we’re clear, when I say “redneck” I’m not talking about the nasty things you may hear that involve racism. I’m talking about the good ole boys from po-dunk-ville who let the grass grow up over the tires of their old trucks and turn their swimming pool into a fishing hole. Yes, those are REALLY pictures of our swimming pool from a few years ago. And yes, that REALLY is a fishing pole in his hand. And yes, he DID put the aluminum boat in the pool and was very proud of it.
You see, that’s the difference between “regular” people and rednecks. Most people might be a bit embarrassed that they let their swimming pool get that disguisting. Not us. We think it was worth it, if just to get the great pictures. And daddy-o was so proud to sit in his boat in his pool.
Anyway, I’m digressing a bit. At this point, if you haven’t already clicked on each of the links above, please do so. It’s worth it, I promise. I should be a little embarrassed at the number of MY OWN posts that prove our redneck lifestyle, but I’m not.
I guess if I’m going to tell on him, I may as well out myself as well. I’ve always been a bit of redneck, too. That’s why it doesn’t bother me to wear my very comfortable soled slippers to Wal-Mart……or to the grocery store…….or to church……with my fat pants and a t-shirt …….with NO make up…..and my hair pulled back in a greasy pony tail. Ya, that was me. So what?
Okay, back to my husband. It is literally freezing in Houston tonight. Temperatures rarely drop down to 32 degrees and almost never stay that way more than a couple of hours. Tonight, we are expecting several hours of below freezing weather. While other, more responsible and more well-respected, members of our community are covering their plants and wrapping their pipes, daddy-o took time to get us ready in his own way. He went to the garage and dug out the sprinkler and put it in the FRONT yard and turned it on low…..so if it does actually freeze long enough, we’ll have a nice “perty” ice sculpture in the front yard. His excuse was he thought Speedy would get a kick out of it.
I love my redneck.
WOO HOO! We have a date to sign placement papers!
January 29, 2006.
Adoption finalized sometime in February, exact date TBD.
Can I get a little excitement up in here?
: D
God is good.
Edited to add: Just talked to lawyer. Finalization is tenatively scheduled for Feb 22 or 27.
WOO HOO! We have a date to sign placement papers!
January 29, 2006.
Adoption finalized sometime in February, exact date TBD.
Can I get a little excitement up in here?
: D
God is good.
Edited to add: Just talked to lawyer. Finalization is tenatively scheduled for Feb 22 or 27.
What am I going to write about tonight? Who knows? Certainly not me. I just keep telling myself that if I start typing something will come to me.
It’s strange how I’m still occasionally awestruck that we have children. I walked into Emma’s room last night to peek in on her and it hit me all at once all over again. We have not one, but two children.
When I was rocking her the other night, I was telling her the story of how we became her parents. I remembered something I had forgotten about until that moment. (now that makes sense, doesn’t it?) The first time I saw her, I was overwhelmed with how tiny she was. As I held her in my arms and rocked her, I kept singing the same lyrics over and over again in my head: “How great is our God. Sing with me, how Great is our God. All will see, how great….how great…..is our God.” Over and over again. I wish I had known, beyond doubt, in that moment that she would become our forever daughter.
I wasn’t sure about what I could and couldn’t do. I didn’t know if I could feed her (she was in the NICU) or whether I was allowed to bring an outfit up to the hospital for her. Had I know she was mine, I would have just slipped into the role of mommy and done whatever I wanted.
I remember when we got into the van to come home with her a few days later, Daddy-o and I looked at each other and one of us, I don’t remember which, said, “I can’t believe they just let us leave the hospital with her!…..Is this really happening?”
So tiny, yet so full of life. And look at her now. While she is still small for her age, tiny isn’t a word that comes to mind when I see her. When I go into her room in the mornings to get her out of her crib, she gets soooo excited when she sees me. She bounces up and down and gives me the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. As soon as I pick her up, she immediately lays her head on my shoulder and still bounces her legs up and down. Laying her head on my shoulder is way of “hugging”. When I hold her and say, “give mommy hugs” she’ll put her head down that way. Okay, she will do it for other people from time to time, but mostly she does it just for me and I secretly love that.
Well, not so secretly anymore.
Guess I had something to say afterall.
Goodnight.
What am I going to write about tonight? Who knows? Certainly not me. I just keep telling myself that if I start typing something will come to me.
It’s strange how I’m still occasionally awestruck that we have children. I walked into Emma’s room last night to peek in on her and it hit me all at once all over again. We have not one, but two children.
When I was rocking her the other night, I was telling her the story of how we became her parents. I remembered something I had forgotten about until that moment. (now that makes sense, doesn’t it?) The first time I saw her, I was overwhelmed with how tiny she was. As I held her in my arms and rocked her, I kept singing the same lyrics over and over again in my head: “How great is our God. Sing with me, how Great is our God. All will see, how great….how great…..is our God.” Over and over again. I wish I had known, beyond doubt, in that moment that she would become our forever daughter.
I wasn’t sure about what I could and couldn’t do. I didn’t know if I could feed her (she was in the NICU) or whether I was allowed to bring an outfit up to the hospital for her. Had I know she was mine, I would have just slipped into the role of mommy and done whatever I wanted.
I remember when we got into the van to come home with her a few days later, Daddy-o and I looked at each other and one of us, I don’t remember which, said, “I can’t believe they just let us leave the hospital with her!…..Is this really happening?”
So tiny, yet so full of life. And look at her now. While she is still small for her age, tiny isn’t a word that comes to mind when I see her. When I go into her room in the mornings to get her out of her crib, she gets soooo excited when she sees me. She bounces up and down and gives me the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. As soon as I pick her up, she immediately lays her head on my shoulder and still bounces her legs up and down. Laying her head on my shoulder is way of “hugging”. When I hold her and say, “give mommy hugs” she’ll put her head down that way. Okay, she will do it for other people from time to time, but mostly she does it just for me and I secretly love that.
Well, not so secretly anymore.
Guess I had something to say afterall.
Goodnight.
Alright, in the post below there are a ton of pictures from today. We took Princess to have her one year pictures and we all had fun. We even got some really cute ones of Speedy. Anyway, as usual, it is password protected. If you don’t have the password but would like to see the pictures, you can email me and I’ll send it to you. Unless you’re psycho or something. So be sure to let me know if you are. Â
Email: Ebenezerinfo at sbcglobal dot net
Alright, in the post below there are a ton of pictures from today. We took Princess to have her one year pictures and we all had fun. We even got some really cute ones of Speedy. Anyway, as usual, it is password protected. If you don’t have the password but would like to see the pictures, you can email me and I’ll send it to you. Unless you’re psycho or something. So be sure to let me know if you are.
Email: Ebenezerinfo at sbcglobal dot net
We had One Year Old pictures taken of Princess today. I think she did great, but I’ll let you see for yourself. If you click on the smaller image, it will open bigger. Sorry there are so many of them; I couldn’t decide which ones to post. You should have seen me trying to make a decision at the photo place!
Okay, I’m done now.
I have to admit that dinner time is not one of my favorite times of the day. Everyone is usually a little cranky by this point (myself included) and I’m not often prepared to cook. I’m one of those “got to run to the grocery store before dinner” type of people who rarely has all of the ingredients on hand for any given meal.
I tried a meal planning service a year or so ago and like it, but the recipes got way more complicated than what I wanted and it wasn’t always kid-friendly. Today, I found a great way to get Dinner Recipes and the best part is that every Thursday you get recipes for the whole week emailed to you. Well, that actually isn’t the BEST part. The BEST part is that when you receive those emails, it also comes with a grocercy list for the week, with items organized by aisle! Woo Hoo! I’m all over it, what do you think?
Filed under: Day after day
Karen says it is delurking week so this is my request for any lurkers out there.
If you read but don’t often comment, go on and leave me a little note. If you’re leary about entering your email address, not to worry – it isn’t made public or anything. It’s only there for me to email you back in response to your comment. You can always use a fake email address if that makes you more comfortable.
But comment! Who are you? Where are you? How did you get here?
Filed under: Day after day
Karen says it is delurking week so this is my request for any lurkers out there.
If you read but don’t often comment, go on and leave me a little note. If you’re leary about entering your email address, not to worry – it isn’t made public or anything. It’s only there for me to email you back in response to your comment. You can always use a fake email address if that makes you more comfortable.
But comment! Who are you? Where are you? How did you get here?
This one is for all my Seinfeld friends.
So as I have recently posted, Speedy is resisting naptime. It’s not that he isn’t sleepy, he’s just fighting it with everything he has. I don’t care if he actually sleeps during nap time, as long as he stays in his bed. I’ve tried books, videos, etc… nothing works.
And naptime has been making me neurotic. So I’m taking a new approach. No more power struggles; I am helpless and will never win them. I explain to Speedy that he must stay in bed until his timer goes off (it is set for one hour) and he can read or whatever, but he has to be IN bed. Not jumping on the bed, but in the bed.
When he gets out of bed, I simply put him back in and reset the timer. I don’t get upset, I don’t yell, I don’t threaten, I don’t bribe….I just put him back in bed, cover him up and reset the timer. Oh, and if he was out of bed playing with something I take that away which is why our hallway is littered with random things from Speedy’s room.
Monday was the first time I tried this. It only took 3 hours and 15 minutes for him to stay in bed and that was only because he fell asleep. I snuck in and turned off the timer (thanks, sis). Yesterday he had school, and his teachers said nap time was the best ever for him. He laid down and went to sleep with little help.
Today is round two for Speedy and I and naptime. We’ve been at it for 2 hours and 45 minutes. DANG! I was just about to write that he was going to sleep but he popped out again. I’m hoping to beat Monday’s time. They say consistency is the key so that’s what I’m trying. I’m hoping that after a few times it will not take as long for him to stay in bed.
It’s not that he HAS to sleep during this time. But he has to learn that when we tell him to stay in bed until the timer goes off that we’ll follow up and make sure he does that.
I hate that we have wasted two afternoons this way, but I’m hoping it will pay off. I know he understands the whole concept. It’s not like he doesn’t get it. He knows each time I reset the time it will be a longer total time he’s in there – he’s a very smart kid.
Don’t worry, I won’t do this for months. I’m going to give it a week or so and see if we have any results. I do think he’s staying in bed now, or close to it. That’s only 3 hours! Woo Hoo! Maybe the time will decrease every day by 15 minutes.
I know. Some of you probably think this is horrible. I’m sure there is someone somewhere who knows “just what to do” to make this work better. I welcome you to come stay at my house for a week and try your methods. Heck, if you have something that works better, I’ll PAY you to come try it.
Filed under: advertising
Here’s a new way for moms to shop. As much as I enjoy shopping from time to time, I’ve found that shopping online is much easier than going to the stores with two little ones. You know how it goes, little hands must touch EVERYTHING in sight and if their hands can’t reach it, their feet probably can!
Shopping With Moms is a site geared towards moms who would rather shop from the comfort (and safety) of their own homes. Visit their site and check it out! 
Filed under: Day after day
There’s something about a cold, dreary looking morning that makes you just want to stay in bed. When that day happens to be Monday, it’s even harder to drag yourself from the warmth of your covers. Just as you snuggle up, roll over and begin to drift back to dreamland, you feel tiny hands touching your arm and a shrill little voice screeching, “I’M AWAKE NOW!”
Yes, you are. It doesn’t matter how still he may be while watching his favorite cartoon in the middle of the afternoon; Speedy will not be still and watch that cartoon as you try to get a few more precious minutes of sleep in. Just as you think he’s going to let you drift, you suddenly feel him breathing over you as he says, “are you asleep, Mommy?” “not anymore, sweetie, not anymore.”
I was always a snoozer. You know what I mean, you set your alarm about an hour before you actually have to get up and then hit the snooze button five times before you actually get out of bed? I no longer use an alarm clock but I’m still trying to snooze. I just wish that Speedy worked as precisely as an actual alarm clock.
Have a great Monday, bloggers.
Filed under: Speedy
Conversation with Speedy this morning:
Me: Speedy, do you know where the remote control is?
Speedy: looks toward trashcan and says nooooo.
Me: Speedy, did you put the remote somewhere?
Speedy: No, sissy did
Me: Speedy, sissy did not move the remote control. Do you know where it is?
Speedy: no
I turn around to get something out of the pantry and when I turn back around Speedy has the lid to the trash open and is looking inside.
Me: Speedy, did you put the remote in the trashcan?
Speedy: Yeeeeees!
Some of you are going to be tempted laugh when you read this, but I’m warning you. I’ve already sent out a curse on anyone who laughs at me.
As I mentioned earlier, naptime has been especially painful the last few days around here. A couple of Speedy’s toys have gone to time-out for the rest of the day (like the drumset he was playing when he was supposed to be in bed). Speedy hasn’t been real happy about that, but also hasn’t gotten upset over it.
At least I thought he hadn’t gotten upset. Until the kids were in bed this evening and daddy-o and I were ready for some tv time and couldn’t find the remote control.
Stop laughing.
We spent the better part of an hour and a half looking for the stupid thing. Try living without your remote for 2 hours when you want to watch tv, it’s a real pain! It’s shameful how much we depend on it now, but Speedy obviously knew it’s importance in this household.
We couldn’t find it. Anywhere. Not in his motorcycle, not in his toy cabinet, not in any of the usual spots where things turn up. He’ll pick something up and put it down where it doesn’t belong but it is usually very easy to find. Not this time.
I thought through the day again and again and FINALLY went through it out loud with daddy-o. And remembered that he’d been sent to time out for getting into the trash can. And then we knew.
Yes, fellow bloggers, my adorable, precious, sweet little angelic baby boy hit us where it really hurt – he threw away our remote control. And although his Grammy would argue that it was an accident or that he was just playing…blah blah blah….. I know that my little darling threw it away because he was not happy with his mommy. First, I got into a huge power struggle with him over naptime. (which i lost, by the way….duh) Then, I was cleaning out the pantry and not giving him my undivided attention. And so he put my remote in “time out”. Indefinitely.
I can’t wait until he wakes up tomorrow so I can ask him where the remote control is. Can’t wait to see what he’ll say. If he had been awake, I know he would have told me he threw it away.
Little stinker.
I’m screwed, aren’t I?
Some of you are going to be tempted laugh when you read this, but I’m warning you. I’ve already sent out a curse on anyone who laughs at me.
As I mentioned earlier, naptime has been especially painful the last few days around here. A couple of Speedy’s toys have gone to time-out for the rest of the day (like the drumset he was playing when he was supposed to be in bed). Speedy hasn’t been real happy about that, but also hasn’t gotten upset over it.
At least I thought he hadn’t gotten upset. Until the kids were in bed this evening and daddy-o and I were ready for some tv time and couldn’t find the remote control.
Stop laughing.
We spent the better part of an hour and a half looking for the stupid thing. Try living without your remote for 2 hours when you want to watch tv, it’s a real pain! It’s shameful how much we depend on it now, but Speedy obviously knew it’s importance in this household.
We couldn’t find it. Anywhere. Not in his motorcycle, not in his toy cabinet, not in any of the usual spots where things turn up. He’ll pick something up and put it down where it doesn’t belong but it is usually very easy to find. Not this time.
I thought through the day again and again and FINALLY went through it out loud with daddy-o. And remembered that he’d been sent to time out for getting into the trash can. And then we knew.
Yes, fellow bloggers, my adorable, precious, sweet little angelic baby boy hit us where it really hurt – he threw away our remote control. And although his Grammy would argue that it was an accident or that he was just playing…blah blah blah….. I know that my little darling threw it away because he was not happy with his mommy. First, I got into a huge power struggle with him over naptime. (which i lost, by the way….duh) Then, I was cleaning out the pantry and not giving him my undivided attention. And so he put my remote in “time out”. Indefinitely.
I can’t wait until he wakes up tomorrow so I can ask him where the remote control is. Can’t wait to see what he’ll say. If he had been awake, I know he would have told me he threw it away.
Little stinker.
I’m screwed, aren’t I?
