Broken Record

I try not to be negative, but there is no other way around it.  As of 03/06/2011 these are the things I say to Kade almost on a daily basis.  I try to put a please or thank you in each of these..and know that I say them in my kindest voice.  If you were to hear Kade's side of the story, I'm sure he would say I am the meanest mama in the world.
In no particular order....


1.  We can't just sit inside the refrigerator, get up, please.

2.  We don't stop the dishwasher so we can sit and/or stand in the dishwasher, thank you.

3.  Mendall is going to get mad if you keep pulling his tail....Told you.

4.  You are scaring the dog, please stop chasing her.

5.  Can I come in? (after he has shut slammed a door in my face).  He thinks it's a game.  I think it's a look into my future.

6.  Quit it (this is usually said when he is trying to poke me in the eye)...another new game that he thinks is Hilarious. 

7.  Can I have that please?  ("That" is anything and everything) 

8.  Any of the following..all in all they are the same.
a.  We don't play in the dog's water or food.
b.  Don't eat the dog food....It's yucky, isn't it? (as he spits it out in my hand)



*I'm sure I will be adding more to this list.
**  I also have a list of things I say to Brian everyday...but that's for another long Blog.  :)

Friday Confessional

I confess...I love me some Teen Mom/Teen Mom 2...so does Brian, but I am not sure he would actually confess this.  I have watched this show from the beginning from when they were on 16 and pregnant.  We of course DVR it and watch it the next day because..hello... it comes on at 9PM and that is bedtime..and hello...I am not a fan of watching live T.V. anymore.   I also confess that I talk yell at the T.V.  and tell them how they have lot of growing up to do...because they do.

I confess...I don't recycle...Not like I should.  We still drink from plastic water bottles.  I know I know...I have seen the video how they are horrible for the earth.  Good news is that I do have a sack full of the plastic bottles to take to school and put in our recycling center...because, I am not even sure if our city picks up recycling.   

I confess...that because of the many pregnancies around me...I am getting baby fever...more and more everyday.  We are going to start trying for baby #2 in August...we will wait till August because that is the plan. 

I confess...I'm a planner.

I confess...this confessional is kind of boring...but I'm not completely ready to confess all my sins confessions just yet.

18 months of Love

I can't put my arms down!

You are 18 months.  You weigh 25 pounds.  You are 33 inches tall.  Your Dr. has said from day one, and at every wellness checkup, that you will be a tall, skinny boy. 
You wear 18 to 24 month clothes with some 2T shirts.  You go to bed between 6:30-7:00.  You wake up about 6:30 everyday (no matter what time we put you to bed).  This is great, considering you used to wake up at 5:00 everyday.  You have one nap a day.  At home you will nap for two hours, at school (daycare) you will nap between an hour and two hours.  You are the last one they lay down for nap at school, because you have to always know what is going on and make sure you are not missing anything. You love to eat anything with cheese and bread...grilled cheese, cheese quesadillas, cheese pizza, mac and cheese, but you will not actually eat a piece of cheese.  If we would let you, you would just snack all day.  You love chocolate mini donuts.   You love books and are constantly coming up to me or dadda with a book.  You are able to "read" some of your own books by saying what comes next or pointing to the body part that we are reading about.  Your favorite books have always been SuperHero Me and Farm Friends.  No matter what, we read these two books many times during the day or evening.  You can climb all pieces of furniture in the living room (rather it is for actual sitting or not).  You love phones and every time one rings you rush to find it.  You do not like getting in the bath tub.  When we ask if you want to take a bath you shake your head and say, "no".  You do okay once you are in the tub, and you always wave bye-bye to your stink of the day.  You get happy when I sing Mama Loves Baby by Solange Knowles (Beyonce's Sister) and the chorus to Billionaire...just the chorus part.  You can point to your hair, head, nose, ears, teeth, belly, bellybutton, feet, and toes (however you only point to your toes when we say piggies...thanks to your GiGi).  You can say Mama (sweetly and not so sweetly)...dadda, cat, dog, no, ball, yeah, yay, ba--by, balloon (babo),
You can moo like a cow, baa like a sheep, and make a fish sound.
You are ticklish on your back and feet.  You start belly laughing when dadda tickles you with his beard.
You blow kisses to many-a-women a day.  You are a flirt.  You know how to put on a show.  You love the camera. You give kisses to me and dadda, but only on your terms...You do give kisses right before bed...thank goodness.
You are my booboo...You are daddy's KadeMan....You are 18 months old.

Friday Confessional

I confess...I hate pacifiers.  Kade used one when he turned two weeks old for about a month or so until we figured out his tummy issues.  Once that problem was solved the plug pacifier was gone.  I cringe when I see kids who can walk and/or talk with a pacifier in their mouth.  NO pacifier...period.  I still hate the fact that Kade used one for that short time.     

I confess...I hate when fast food places get my order wrong.  It doesn't take a rocket scientist to get a simple order right...or apparently it does. 

I confess...I get a little moody when I send Brian out to run errands and one thing I have on the list is to bring me back a diet coke and he comes back with everything but the diet coke.  I don't care if he comes home with flowers or jewelry...where's my drink?

I confess...I love making list and sometimes I will number that list.

I confess...I can not type without using random periods...