The Better Me Project

There are days that I feel very lazy and don’t want to do a thing, and then there are days that I feel very productive and get so much done that I don’t know how I did it all in one day. Unfortunately, the lazy days come too often and the productive days…well, you get where I am going with that. I want to be a better person. A better mother. A better wife. A better, well…everything. It’s hard to get things done with 2 kids running around the house taking everything out that you just cleaned up or making messes where you just vacuumed. It gets frustrating and almost makes me not want to try to some point because it’s just going to get messy again. I strive to have the house cleaned, laundry done and dinner finished by the time hubby comes home from work, but it doesn’t always work out that way. He’s a good sport about it just as long as I pay attention to the kids and make sure that they are learning something new everyday or getting outside to play. I am not a perfect mother and neglect that sometimes, but that is because my brain is sometimes in cleaning mode, and I feel that I need to get everything done. The reality of it all though, I CAN stop what I am doing because it won’t go anywhere, and I can get it done later. That mode is hard for me to turn off sometimes.

Today, I was sitting on the couch with my daughter (who is almost 3), and I was loving on her. I told her that I was going to eat her toes. She started laughing and said “no mommy, my toes not food. That food.” I kept persisting just to make her laugh, and kept saying that her toes weren’t food. Too cute, right? Kids say the funniest things. After that, I started doing laundry, but I wanted her help and she wanted to play with her puzzles. She wanted me to play so I made a deal. She helped me with laundry, and I would play with puzzles. She was very happy to help as long as mommy played with her. I don’t want to miss anymore moments like that ever. I know that with life, it will happen, but I am going to try my hardest to be the best mommy that I can be for my babies.

If you would have known me a few years back, you would ask me what changed me because I am definitely not the same person I was even just a couple years ago. I didn’t cook. I hardly cleaned. I didn’t craft. I wasn’t creative whatsoever. Let’s just say, I was not motivated to really be anything special. I was just plain boring. Well, lately, that just hasn’t settled with me. I got on Food Network and started looking up recipes and things that looked yummy. I got addicted to Pinterest (like everyone else). I used my sewing machine so much that it crapped out on me last week. I love to crochet at night before I go to bed. I sell on etsy. I clean just about everyday. I look for things to make my household more organized…etc…In fact, the next project that I am going to start very soon is building my own furniture. I can’t ever seem to find furniture that I really like, just stuff that I could live with and then eventually sell or throw out. I want pieces that I can be proud of keep forever. The Handbuilt Home by Ana White is where I got the idea that I can do things like that from. She has easy to understand instructions and an appeal to her designs. If my first build comes out as awesome as I think that it will, I think that I am going to get her book. :)I want to learn now what I can teach my kids later in life. I want them to learn how to be respectful and polite. Calling elders ma’am and sir or just anyone. I want them to know how to manage money and be creative. I want them to want to learn. To have a passion for something. To love and to live. To be like their daddy and to WANT to be like him.

Their daddy is a wonderful man and a loving husband. I am better at being a mother, I can be better at being a wife. If I can be a better wife, I can be a better me. I don’t want to lose ME in all the other titles that I have. I want to be somebody and touch someone with my story. My past. My present and my future. I do not boast in the things that I have done lately because without my God, I couldn’t have, wouldn’t have started or done anything that I have. He is the One who has given me the creativity and the want to be better and make things beautiful. He has given me the mind to start these things. Because trust me, I am not who I was years ago. I am better already and the journey to a better life has just started.

I hope to inspire so stick with me 🙂

My Sunny Sunny Weekend

Friday is the normal day to go out and do something since Yaya comes over and helps me with the kids. The plan was to go to the St. Louis Zoo. What did the weather decide to do that morning? Rain! And rain it did. I mean, it poured. We were on our way there when we decided that it wasn’t going to clear up, so we turned around. Burger King was in our eating future, and that’s when Yaya suggested we do something else. You know, after the fact that we already turned around and was heading home. Silly Girl.

We went to the Magic House. It was very cool and the kids LOVED it! It’s this huge house with all kinds of rooms of activities for the kids. Kylee played and played and played!She went down a slide, went through a maze, played with a giant light bright, played in water, sand and in balls. Nevertheless, what did I learn from going to the Magic House with my kids?

  1. Kids are rude…I’m not talking about younger babies who don’t know any better. I’m talking about the kids who do and don’t care. They don’t care who is in their way. If they are going somewhere, you will get pushed, big or small, you might get injured. 
  2. Parents of those so called rude kids, don’t care…It didn’t seem to matter what went on, the parents didn’t say much to their pushy unkind kids. They just let them do whatever they wanted no matter what happened to another kid or baby. 
  3. Strollers are NOT advised…This place was packed so taking a stroller was not the greatest idea. There was a place to park it and it was safe. Too many people to really commit a crime here. Anyway…There were those parents who thought it would be ok to try to push their stroller around through the crowds of people. Like I said, strollers are NOT advised. 
  4. After using the restroom, make sure your pants are up all the way…This is a very short story. This place has a family restroom meaning one family at a time can use it. Anyway, This lady comes out with her baby and turns around, and yes, you guessed it…underwear completely exposed with shirt slightly tucked in, pants not all the way up. It’s hard not to laugh because it’s hard to believe that any adult in their right mind would ever have this happen to them. Adults can be more cruel than kids. I saw several women see this women and just talk about it and laugh. I thought that if this were me, would I want someone to say something? Absolutely! Who knows how long this woman was going to be at this place, so very discretely, I said something to this woman. She didn’t get mad. She was probably very embarrassed. After that, we left.
All in all, it was a good trip. I would definitely take them back. The sky had decided to clear up so we ended up going to the zoo. Kylee loved seeing all of the monkeys. That’s all we really got to see since the kids had already had a long day and were getting cranky. The babies slept awesome that night.
Daddy was off all weekend, so he went riding Saturday and planned on racing Sunday, but that was rained out. Not too sure why cause it was hot and sunny all day yesterday. We were outside a lot and the kids played with the neighbor kids across the street. Kylee didn’t want to come home. We played ball, rode in her escalade, drew with sidewalk chalk, jumped in a bouncy house, rode her tricycle and so much more. I even got to ride my bike yesterday after all our activities were done. I could ride all day long. Definitely good exercise. I saw lots of people out finishing up their yard.
After the kids were asleep, Daddy washed my car and I’m considering waxing it today before I run my errands. I think that I am just rambling now, so I’m gonna go play with my chillins now.

2 Posts in One Day…I’m on a Roll

The only reason that I am posting again is because I am so excited to have my son back. He didn’t go anywhere. By back I mean, happy and healthy. Just one dose of medicine and he is laughing, eating, crawling around, did I mention eating?? Yes, I am a very happy mommy right now.

I will be even happier when my daughter comes back from being gone for almost a week at grammy and grampy’s house. Oh, how I have missed her. This next week is going to be tough though. I can tell, and she isn’t here yet. When she is at the grandparents, she gets spoiled, and I mean spoiled rotten. I will have to work with her all over again, with routine, what she eats, learning that no actually means no again…yes, the typical stuff that parents have to work with their kids on when they come back from grandma and grandpa’s house.

Well, anyway…I smell something unpleasant and am not looking forward to seeing what it is, not that I don’t already know. 😉

My Poor Baby

I’ve been dealing with a fussy one year old for almost a week now. You would say, isn’t that normal? No, not really. I have very happy children, especially my son, he wakes up happy, he goes to bed happy, he’s just….happy. So when I say that he is fussy, there is something definitely wrong.

Last night, I went out for a few and daddy was home taking care of the boy. When I was about to leave to come home, I saw that he had called. When I called back, he told me not to worry when I got home because there was an ambulance in front of the house. Conner just about passed out and really scared him. Conner slept all night, waking up a couple of times just coughing and then going back to sleep. He was ok, but I took him to the Dr. today anyway.

I found out that he has an ear infection (which is probably the reason for his fussiness). His lungs are clear, he is just really congested. My poor poor baby. I don’t like it when he feels like this. He got medicine including an inhaler for when he has trouble breathing or starts coughing a lot.

Sick babies are no fun. Not because they don’t play or not that I enjoy them less, it just breaks my heart knowing that they don’t feel good, and I can’t do much about it. He is going to get better now and start eating and drinking like normal. That’s my prayer and proclamation. This whole sick thing is new to me cause my kids are never sick.

On another note, my monster girl is coming back tonight. I just wish it was sooner than later. I got her new coloring books, play dough, sidewalk chalk and color wonder finger paint. I hope it’s nice out tomorrow because this mom wants to play with her babies 🙂

What a Weekend

I haven’t posted for a while because if I would posted after the first event of my weekend, it would have been angry and mean, and I don’t like being like that. This past weekend was my son’s first birthday party. I had it somewhere else because it was more convenient for some people. It was 3 hours away and wasn’t a fun car ride with the kids. Kylee hasn’t been feeling very well and I guess Conner hasn’t either. Anyway…that’s besides the point.

I’m glad that it was his first birthday party because he won’t remember any of it, but I will. I mean, it wasn’t all horrible, but there was just some things that happened that kinda ruffled my feathers. It was his birthday, but for some reason, all the kids (only 5) got presents to open. I may be off, but I think that it was a little rude for someone to buy all the kids something to open at someone else’s birthday party. The focus wasn’t on my son. It just felt like a get together. It is what it is, and I what I hope to remember about this weekend is his smile and happy face.

 

He was such a cutie. My little man is one year old. I don’t want to elaborate on that party because I want to try to forget it. Like I said, he won’t remember and he had a good time. That’s all that matters.

Ky stayed with the grandparents so it’s just been me and my baby boy. Sunday, we went to watch daddy race his dirtbike. No wrecks. No injuries. Good day. He didn’t win, but he didn’t come in last. Conner liked being out and really liked all the noise from the bikes. It was cold and started raining a little. He was already not feeling good so I didn’t want to keep him out. We watched daddy race one race and then we left.

Before we got to the race, we got a little lost….yahhh…Yaya’s mapquest started taking us down a dirt road. Me, being the trustworthy person that I am, decided that this mapquest knew where we were going, and it was going to get us where we were headed. Well, I have a 2008 Cadillac CTS. Nice car. I love my car. Nicest car I have ever owned. Anyway, the dirt road started getting worse, but I kept trudging, in my nice clean car. We were definitely going down a road that was marked for horror movies.

I was literally looking for spikes in the road, you know, from movies like *Wrong Turn*. I finally see a light at *the end of the tunnel* and we come up to a creek in the middle of the road. After 10 minutes of slowly driving down this road, and Yaya laughing uncontrollably, I have to turn around. Yes, I HAVE to turn around. A creek in the middle of road? Really? This would happen to us.

Well, I get back on a main road, and Yaya (Laura) is still laughing. I’m laughing on the inside (promise) only because I was trying to concentrate on where the heck I was going. We get to the race, and again, I have to drive through dirt and try to find a place to park. Let’s just end this with my car was filthy after this day and she got a bath shortly afterwards.

He really was a happy kid on the bike. My little cutie!

Thought for the Day

Last night, my husband and my friend were watching South Park. I can’t stand the show so when I came into the living room, I turned it to something else. I will admit that some of the jokes are funny, but the show is very vulgar, and if I’m going to watch a cartoon, it’s going to be kid friendly. I have 2 children, so my tv time is mostly cartoons.

Everyone morning, my oldest lays in my bed and watches cartoons on my Ipad. I was doing dishes and all of a sudden, I hear South Park. I run into the bedroom and immediately shut it off. She’s 2 and definitely shouldn’t be watching anything like that.

It really got me thinking. There are shows and movies that we like to watch, but most of the time, we have to wait until the kids are in bed to watch them. It’s either because the show is vulgar and full of sexual comments or something along those lines, violent or just plain scary. If I don’t want to fill my child’s mind with that kind of stuff, why would I fill my own?

The eyes are said to be the window to the soul. I find that very true. Junk in. Junk out. I know that when I have watched scary movies, I have horrible nightmares afterwards. Some of things that I watch, I probably won’t change because they aren’t that bad. It’s something that I would let them watch when they got older, just not now. What’s that mean for anything else? I’m going to start being more cautious about what I  put on my tv.

My Birthday Boy!

It’s Conner’s first birthday! It’s hard to believe that one year ago, I was lying in a hospital bed, giving birth to my second kid. A bouncing baby boy, and what a boy he has been. I couldn’t have asked for a better second baby. With my daughter, I was up all the time during the night, and that was something that I wasn’t really looking forward too again. Ever since he was just a few weeks old, he would sleep almost all night long, with the exception of some nights.

He loves to eat and won’t ever turn down food. He may spit it out, but he is always willing to try it. We went to IHOP today and we gave him some fries. Well, he ended up throwing them up because he shoved too many in his mouth. I was the good mom and caught it in my hand. I really wasn’t expecting what all came out. I thought it would just be fries. Anyway…Like any mom, I went to the bathroom, washed my hands and continued to eat, while Yaya couldn’t finish. hehe…It really was quite disgustingly funny.

He’s so been so happy all day, and really, he is just a happy little boy. He gets into everything and has to investigate any open door or cabinet. He loves to follow his big sister around. He says dada, mama, yaya, baba and jabbers more everyday. I’m so excited to see what the next year brings us. I love my baby boy, Conner J.