The conversation goes something like this:
Jason (My husband) "He's the cutest kid I've EVER seen." This declaration was made after I told Jason that I was thinking about sending some pictures of our son to a modeling agency so that he could earn his keep.
My response "Well, he's pretty cute. But, I don't want to go overboard or anything. I want him to be confident, but I don't want him to be one of those assholes on American idol that thinks they are the worlds best singer and are absolutely horrible."
Jason just stared at me. I think he just needed a moment to let the statement soak in. But, he thought about it and realized where I was coming from. I want my child to be confident in himself, not full of himself. I want to push him so that he will learn to push himself.
But, he is really cute you know. And, as my BF has said to me "cute kids don't always grow up to be good looking adults, I mean have you ever seen the Gerber baby grown up?"
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Toddler Tornado
These are the days I will tell my friends who don't have kids to invest in some good birth control. On most days you have the one bad toddler moment and then you move on. Today was one of those "Toddler Tornado" days. I didn't hear any warning sirens or see any flashing notices on the tv, but I definitely should have hidden in the bathtub until it passed.
The Saturday morning wake up was what kicked it off into full gear. No chance of anyone going back to sleep. Then, the "I want cake-cake (pan cake) no I want waffle.....I want toast" war started. I thought I smoothed things over by giving him a little bit of everything and moving on. The big fall came before 7:30 am. I'm not even sure what happened. But, I turned around and there was an immediate bruise under his right eye. GREAT! It looks like someone got involved in a little east side, west side rivalry.
But wait there's more!!! Not even 10 minutes later I hear silence.... this is where you in vision the slow motion run and me saying "NOOOOOOO". Too late, he's standing in the kitchen holding an egg shell. "I eat EGG!" Did I mention I made myself some eggs earlier in this story? Apparently the little monster was taking notes. He had dropped the remaining eggs on the floor, but had managed to crack 2 open. 2 perfect yolks were intact.
I think this ranks as a T4 at least. The clean up wasn't to excessive but other that a near black eye no one was injured. In order to survive the rest of the day we had to make a trip to Home Depot and look at the "tractors" and for mommy to buy some paint. Now I am praying that the hour in the pool earlier will help him sleep until 7 am at least.
The Saturday morning wake up was what kicked it off into full gear. No chance of anyone going back to sleep. Then, the "I want cake-cake (pan cake) no I want waffle.....I want toast" war started. I thought I smoothed things over by giving him a little bit of everything and moving on. The big fall came before 7:30 am. I'm not even sure what happened. But, I turned around and there was an immediate bruise under his right eye. GREAT! It looks like someone got involved in a little east side, west side rivalry.
But wait there's more!!! Not even 10 minutes later I hear silence.... this is where you in vision the slow motion run and me saying "NOOOOOOO". Too late, he's standing in the kitchen holding an egg shell. "I eat EGG!" Did I mention I made myself some eggs earlier in this story? Apparently the little monster was taking notes. He had dropped the remaining eggs on the floor, but had managed to crack 2 open. 2 perfect yolks were intact.
I think this ranks as a T4 at least. The clean up wasn't to excessive but other that a near black eye no one was injured. In order to survive the rest of the day we had to make a trip to Home Depot and look at the "tractors" and for mommy to buy some paint. Now I am praying that the hour in the pool earlier will help him sleep until 7 am at least.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Must push on....
I told myself that I would blog more... so what did I do?? I blogged twice in two years. Pathetic!!! So here I am taking things into my own hands and taking inspiration from Alecia Taylor. It turns out that there are some people out there that enjoy my take on life, particularly life with my 2 year old. So, maybe that's where I need to take this damn blog... because, well, it needs to go somewhere that's for sure.
Here's a good example. First, I will be the first to say, I am not a overly emotional person. I am the first say, "Whoa that sucks!" and quickly change the subject. I do have an extrememly good cry once a quarter. That being said, I am still intently trying to get my son to say "I love you". Usually, I say it and he responds with his typical words, "Cars, outside, train". So far my feelings haven't really been hurt because I figure some day he will just blurt out " Mommy dearest, I love you with all of my heart". (Of course it will be in a british accent also)
So tonight when I put him to bed, we did our usual routine. Checked items off the list: Pac... check, bah... check, George... check. I requested my kiss and he willingly removed his pacifier from his mouth and even requested a nose kiss. Finally, I say "Good night, I love you!" Would you believe that little stinker turned to me and said "Ok bye, see you soon."
Seriously??? Am I the date that you just weren't that into? No! I am the woman that baked you and cuddled you and fed you turkeydogs by the ton! Is it too much to ask for a little love? But, as I said I'm not that emotional.
Here's a good example. First, I will be the first to say, I am not a overly emotional person. I am the first say, "Whoa that sucks!" and quickly change the subject. I do have an extrememly good cry once a quarter. That being said, I am still intently trying to get my son to say "I love you". Usually, I say it and he responds with his typical words, "Cars, outside, train". So far my feelings haven't really been hurt because I figure some day he will just blurt out " Mommy dearest, I love you with all of my heart". (Of course it will be in a british accent also)
So tonight when I put him to bed, we did our usual routine. Checked items off the list: Pac... check, bah... check, George... check. I requested my kiss and he willingly removed his pacifier from his mouth and even requested a nose kiss. Finally, I say "Good night, I love you!" Would you believe that little stinker turned to me and said "Ok bye, see you soon."
Seriously??? Am I the date that you just weren't that into? No! I am the woman that baked you and cuddled you and fed you turkeydogs by the ton! Is it too much to ask for a little love? But, as I said I'm not that emotional.
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