Saturday, December 19, 2009
And Ben, well he is just about the best big brother ever. He is very caring and runs over to him to see why he's crying. He has told me how happy he is the baby is out of my belly and just how long he had to wait for him to get here. Ben has requested that we don't take down his pictures and replace them with the baby's which I find hilarious. And once, just once he went a little crazy on us..however the craziness was contained and not really directed at anyone. Ben learned what nursing was and shortly after he learned about nursing he was playing by himself in the living room. I was sitting on the couch with the baby and heard Ben say "Stop sucking on my mommy. She's my mommy, not your mommy." Can you say "The Good Son." Okay, not so much. He never admitted to saying anything and I never made a big deal out of it.
I look forward to seeing these two grow as brothers. It's been amazing being a mom of two so far. Nicholas is so laid back and sleeps and eats and lets big brother go on with his every day activities. There has been little disruption to our lives...I feel at peace with these two boys. They say that your heart just grows to let there be room for two and they are right. What they don't tell you is that your bed miraculously grows as well. When I was pregnant I couldn't fit me, Ben and Andy in the bed...now all of a sudden I can fit all of them plus Nicholas and our cat Zoe. I'm not sure how it happens but I'm so glad it does.
Friday, April 17, 2009
finishing projects. No blog posts and a messy kitchen. In fact it
might be safe to say I'm a miserable failure.
But then I see Ben after work and the first thing he says is that he
has a dandelion for me. I did something right!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
My sink is still clean though, every dish has gone straight into the dishwasher which is a major accomplishment for me! If I can get organized and stay that way in 31 days I will jump for joy.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
My life is totally out of control right now. We're in the middle of a bathroom renovation, work is stressful and my house....oh my house is a complete mess. I've decided to do something about it...at least the house part.
I'm going to do a Fly Lady Challenge. I'm sure you know about the fly lady. She talks about building habits and has a 31 day baby steps program. That's what I'm doing...baby steps. I'm also going to learn how to blog from my iPhone so I can check in daily with my progress.
Wish me luck.
Friday, March 6, 2009
I've noticed that people are often successful in blogging when they have a theme or a project that encourages them to post so I'm going to try it out and see what happens.
For now, I'm only promising to attempt two posts a week. One will be based on the art work my son has brought home from school. The other will be "Moments NOT for the baby book." Hopefully I'll be inspired to actually blog about other things here and there since Ben is quite the comedian and keeps Andy and me in stitches.
For today I'll leave you with two things Ben has said to me within the past few months. One goes into the "Moments NOT for the baby book." I'll let you decide which one it is.
One night when we were going to sleep Ben says to me "Mommy, do you remember when Dave and Zoe (the cats) were in your belly when they were babies." Cute and Creepy all at the same time.
This weekend Ben was a bit of a pill. I think cabin fever got the best of him and he just refused to listen, mind or do anything that resembled a well behaved child. We all have our moments I get it. Often though, I'll talk about how I'm going to talk tot he teachers about how he hasn't been listening at home because it's something he's also working on at school. I do this not as a threat, well maybe, but more as a way to show Ben that I talk to his teachers on a regular basis and that we both have the same expectations for his behavior. I however did not say this on this particular day. Completely on his own accord Ben says "Mommy, don't tell the teachers." I asked him what he didn't want me to tell them and he said "Mommy, don't tell the teachers I've been an a$$hole."
I've never called him one, I swear. I went from being appalled to being amazed at my sons reason. I know I've called my husband one before and he was able to connect his behavior to the same behavior that may have once led me to calling Andy one. Not excusable I know.
Which one do you think I'd like to forget?