Saturday, February 6, 2010

The Price of Getting Ready

I have been trying to limit the amount of television Carson gets to watch because I have noticed his behavior is a little off when he starts the day off in front of the boob-tube. The television for me and probably so many out there is a nice babysitter that I would use in the morning so that I could shower and get dressed-alone.

So in an attempt to be a better mom "June Cleaver style" and in order to get myself ready and on top of things for the day, I generally rise before Carson to ensure a little uninterrupted productive alone time where I will eat breakfast, shower, get dressed, check my e-mail, and possibly start a load of laundry, make breakfast or whatever. Well, the other morning I thought I deserved to sleep in once that week so Carson was my alarm clock promptly at 7:00 am...it's always within 10-15 minutes before or after that. After getting breakfast taken care of and playing I needed to get ready and asked him to play.

Now playing by himself is not something that Carson does well, he likes company. So while I showered, got dressed, blow dryed my hair and applied my face-about a 30-45 minute process-he took the liberty of emptying out an entire change jar all over our bathroom, spilling a cup of water all over the carpet from my night stand, and destroying a recently organized sock drawer...now I was right there when all of this was happening (except the water, to which he didn't say a word just sat on the ground with his hands covering his eyes-something he does when he has does something he knows was a "no-no").

As I was saying, I was present when this chaos was unfolding but at that moment I didn't care because he was preoccupied and not hanging on my leg saying my name over and over. So in this instance I decided that the mess was well worth the opportunity to get ready for the day.


Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Urban Dictionary

I normally wouldn't even look up something like this but so many people were doing it that I had to check it out and I will admit I liked and agreed with what it said about me so here you go.

Tiffani is a rare variation of Tiffany. Tiffani's share a few qualities with Tiffany's but in general they're better and harder to find. They are loyal, sweet, compassionate, intelligent, creative and someone that finds the beauty in everything.. They have many acquaintances but very few best friends. You can find them always having a good time and searching for the best entertainment. They're open-minded and easy to talk to. They always have multiple guys on their mind and flirt around a lot, but always save their heart for that one special person and are always open to commitment. Tiffani's are absolutely adorable and they're silliness is contagious. Tiffani is the most unique and down to earth girl in the universe.


Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Reality Check

With around three weeks to go until Caitlin's expected arrival I was feeling that I had things are pretty much under control...that was until today!

With the house in order, baby clothes washed, folded and neatly put away and after three stress tests (2 non-stress and 1 contraction stress test); my hospital bag is packed-just in case- I was feeling pretty good about my ability to handle things. I should not have been so proud of myself because that's when things tend to get crazy, right. Carson was a handful this afternoon giving new meaning to terrible two's. I am hoping that it was a one time event because his screaming at the top of his lungs for no apparent reason for 30 minutes or more really made me sad.

With that said, I want to take this time to give a Carson update and list all the things that I am grateful for just in case I forget when I am a frumpy, haggard, sleep deprived mother of two...or just a tired, pregnant mother of one.

Random picture of Carson and Uncle "E" (Ian) watching a movie


Carson is 2 1/2 and seems to be growing like a weed as manifested by his church pants effortlessly showing off his socks-we retired them but sorry you looked like a dork at church little c.

In sacrament meeting at church this past week he kept telling us that he wanted to "run around" complete with a convincing look in his eye and chicken dance like moves; at least he is honest right?!

He also has a a habit of wiping his face and or hands off in between each bite of food and wanting to wash his hands all of the time even when there is no visible sign of dirt or grime to the naked eye. This little quirk drives Andrew and I crazy but we agree that it could be worse so we try not to draw attention to it but we realize that it's a little OCD...maybe it's genetic because my mom often tells this story of me when I was a kid and we were at the park playing and I started to cry hysterically. She was frantic thinking that I was hurt and after she inspected me and asked what was wrong, I desperate replied, "I have sand on my hands!"

I would say that he is officially potty trained (thank goodness!). He has been wearing "undy-wares" for a month now and although he wears a diaper to bed in the morning more often than not it is dry and he has to pee like a race horse! He has done great!

He can count to 15 and we are trying to learn our colors, a process that is taking some time but I have heard colors are hard to remember. So far he has pink, green, white, black, brown, and orange down but whenever we are "quizzing" him on all of his colors he says everything is white while laughing, he is basically mocking us.

In preparation for his baby sisters arrival I bought him his own baby doll on Monday...was that really just yesterday?! He loves holding her and has taken her everywhere, even to bed last night. She has a bottle and softly cries for about 10 seconds when you feed her and then take the bottle away. His response to this is "uh-oh, baby's crying" My reply was "babies like to cry"...get used to it. He was feeding and burping his doll this morning while I was making his breakfast and he made the baby cry and with both hands covering his ears he shouted, "mom, baby too loud." I just had to laugh and think to myself you have no idea!

I am sure there are more carson-isms I could share and if I think of them I will add them to this post and I think I will save the things I am grateful for for a separate post because today has been a long day and this post seems to be getting even longer.