Dream Dog

I have been asking Nathan for a Yorkshire terrier for about 4 years. I just think they are the cutest little scruffy dogs in the world. Well- some friends from church asked me to dog- sit for their teeny little 4 pound yorkie (Chloe) and I am pretty much in love with her. She is so precious and sweet...and she has a broken leg which makes me love her more. Little do they know that they will come home to painted toenails and a pink studded collar (not to mention the fact that I plan to carry her in my purse everywhere I go). :)

Anyway- I am loving having her here and I think it is good prep for Nathan. He rolled his eyes when I told him I would be watching her, but after about 15 minutes he was cuddling with her on the bed and laughing at everything she did. He admitted that she is adorable and I can tell he loves her! HA! Trickery.

Spell Check

So....I was talking to Meredith today and telling her a funny (but old) story about Owen. Some of you have already heard it, but here's a quick recap. We were in the store and all of a sudden Owen yelled "Give me a juice box beeatch!"

Meredith laughed hysterically and said "You have to blog that" which then caused a huge debate (between me and everyone I know) about how to spell biatch. Beeotch. B-otch. Biotch. Beahtch? Bee-outch?

Who knows? Either way....CAN YOU BELIEVE HE SAID THAT?!?!?! Apparently he heard it on Zathura (which I am pretty sure Daddy let him watch without asking me). So- apparently that movie should have a parental advisory...don't let your kids watch it or they will humiliate you in public. Thank you Zathura for teaching my child to say beeeiiiaahhtttcchhhh.

The Best I Can Be

Here's my thought this evening. I received an email from a good friend today that really made me think about my role as a mother. I had (and still have) a big fear that I would be a crappy mom. I am still scared almost every day that I am failing, failing, failing! I cry often when I think about how my kids might feel towards me when they grow up. I guess by having kids I am taking the chance that one or two people may grow up hating me. All I can do is try my hardest each day. Many times my hardest isn't all that great, but I have to keep trying. Maybe they will still grow up to think I am a crappy mom. I think a lot of that has to do with the personality of the child, also. The most unfortunate thing about being a mother is that everything is your fault....for the rest of their lives. And I'm sure I will look back and think about all the crappy things I did as a mom and I will feel inadequate, but I will also know that I loved them and fed them and bathed them and read to them and taught them and held them and cried over them and prayed for them and fought for them and always, always wanted the best for them... basically just did my best to be the only mom I knew how to be. It's not like I got to practice a few times before becoming a mom for real. I just have to remind myself that I am the best mom they have....because I am the ONLY mom they have. Hopefully they can love me for what I am. :)

Pee-pee frenzy

My kids both had Gatorade today and have been making a lot of trips to the bathroom since then. Owen just walked by me on his way to the bathroom (thrid time in the past hour) and said "Why in the world do I have to pee again when I already went two times! Am I just going to pee like 50 times today? Next time I feel like I have to pee I'm just not going to!!! I'm sick of peeing"

Welcome to my world, son.

Then he was playing with his new rubik's cube and said "I'm taking my new game cube to Heaven with me because it's going to be in my hand when I die."

Speaking of heaven...yesterday he was looking at a picture of the tree of life and said "Is there still gonna be fruit on that tree when I make it to heaven? Cause I really want to try some."

Love him.

Confessions of a heartbroken Mommy

Hazel has been having a really hard time falling asleep and staying asleep for the past couple of months. I don't know what is going on with her, but it is very easy to get frustrated and end up yelling or even spanking her at bedtime. It's the end of the day, we have been counting down the seconds until we could put the kids to bed...so it's infuriating to close their bedroom door, thinking it's all over, only to have Hazel get out of bed 5 more times asking for various things (go pee-pee, cold water, another hug, etc.) that she has already been given. We usually start out this ritual with patience, but after about an hour, we have both lost it. Then when she gets up in the middle of the night screaming and crying, it's so hard to be sympathetic.

Last night, I got up at about 3:30 to use the bathroom and saw a light shining under my bedroom door. I walked out to the living room and found this:

It broke my heart. She got up and didn't want to get yelled at, so she just turned on the lights and put herself back to sleep on the couch. I wonder if she is having nightmares or something! I am a horrible mommy!!!! I swooped her up (after taking her picture, of course) and hugged and kissed her. She mumbled "Cold water...cold water" as I carried her back to her bed and then sweetly looked at me and said "Goodnight, Mommy. I love you."

-sigh-

Owenisms

Here are just a few funny recent Owenisms...

1. Owen: I wish I was a grown-up so I could say when I would do stuff and where I could go.
Me: Yeah- that's pretty nice
......long pause.......
Owen: When I'm a grown-up, I will be able to spell really big words like "internet scheduling" and "the party starts now."


2. Me (on the phone with Meredith): "Can I tell you something really annoying about my K-I-D-S?"
Owen: "KIDS!"
Me (to Mere): "OK. I guess spelling things isn't going to work anymore."
Owen: "You can't use Pig-latin either, cause I know what you are saying in Pig-latin"


3. Owen: Dad...can we go to Plaquebusters?
.....pause where dad and i wonder how he came up with such a creative name for the dentist....
Me: What do you want to do there?
Owen: Get Shrek 3
Me: OH!!! Blockbuster!


4. Owen (taking a drink of water before laying down to sleep): What is this?!?! Bath water?!?
Pool water?!? This is nasty!


5. Owen (getting his teeth brushed with his new toothpaste from Santa): Gross! This toothpaste tastes like corn dip!


6. One night I was looking at baby pictures of Owen and Hazel and the kids joined me. We looked for a while and talked about how cute they were and then I asked Owen "Do you want Mommy to have another baby?" and he thought for a while before saying "I'd rather have a new cat." I said "Me too. I'm glad we are on the same page!"


7. Sniffing a page in their Pat the Bunny book, Owen said "That smells like dead grandmas"


8. Owen asked for a glass of water at unlce Chris and aunt Erin's house. When Erin brought it to him, he looked at it for a minute with a perplexed look and then said "I didn't need like 50 pieces of ice!"


9. Owen: Dad, Why can't everyone in the world be like me?



Hazel has some pretty cute moments too...

Mom: Hazel...I think you're precious.
Hazel (confused): I AM precious!

Car Update

Nathan picked his car up today. He had to pay $250 to take it off the lot. The gun was gone. The stereo was gutted. His Forest Gump license plate was gone (oh darn). They left all kinds of goodies in the car (roaches in the ashtray, gloves, a garage door opener, a genuine topaz ring, a diabetic kit, a makeup brush set, a half-eaten butterfinger, a ford manual....and much more!).
He was able to drive it home, but it was making all kinds of new noises and I am scared for him to continue driving it! It already desperately needed a tune-up and brake pads, and who knows what it needs now! We'll see what happens. :)