Wednesday, May 19, 2010
I have not been posting because my Mac has been out of service and I have been boycotting using my husband's computer that drives me crazy, but here I am.
Today was eventful, which is typical in our house. We finally had the time to put down the dirt we bought to raise the beds to start our rose garden and clear out the area for our vegetable garden we are about to start. We had everyone outside and mosquito resistant and content. Bean was playing at his water/sand table when he decided he didn't want to play outside anymore. He headed for the sliding door and slipped and slit his head open on some sharp metal edge and there went gardening!
He was screaming, and just like Bean, he decided no one could touch him or look at the gouge in his head. Oh and forget ice,"TOO COLD MOMMY!" So now this knot in his head around this slit is swelling up huge and I can't tell how deep his cut is. Will and I decide he needs to go and have it looked out. Of course I am a little bit concerned, but humor has to be found in these sort of occurrences because they are becoming our norm. Bean overhears us discussing taking him to the doctor and decides he is going to have a say in the matter.
"Mommy I need to talk to you.", "Mommy I need to talk at you."
"What's the matter Bean."
" I don't want to go to the doc, might hurt me."
" I know Bean and you are right it might hurt( I believe in honesty) but we need to go have your boo boo looked at. I will be there with you and I will hold your hand and you are going to be Ok."
Obviously not the answer Bean was looking for
"Daddy I need to talk at you"
" What's the matter Bean?" Will says.
" Daddy I don't want to go to the doc, might hurt me." But this little 3 year old has gotten smarter since talking to Mommy
" I think we should just put a band-aid on it" " That's a good idea."
Well Bean didn't win this one and off to urgent care we went. He was not happy and was very uncooperative even though they wrapped his head with green bandages and gave him a green blow-pop, he was not going to be bribed into any sort of cooperation.
* No stitches for Bean's head
* Amazing cake dropped off by some wonderful lady from our church yesterday evening
Running: I have been running, not as much as I would like but I am greatly improving my speed! Monday evening I ran 4 miles at an avg pace of 8:17 min miles pushing that double jogger. I am taking a break from pull-ups as I pulled something in my shoulder carrying around my 25 pound chunky monkey!
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
The last few days at my parents' we still hadn't made it to the zoo. Bean loves the zoo and this one has Pandas. " Mommy I want to see the Panda!" " I love him." "He's so cute." "He is black and white." I was planning this zoo field trip the moment we arrived to Ga. We didn't go the first few days because we were having poop issues (See earlier post). It was going to rain Tuesday and by Wednesday we would be on our next leg of our travels. So Monday was the last opportunity to make it to the Atlanta zoo.
There is one really important part of this story and it is called ATLANTA TRAFFIC or why I NEVER want to live there. I have never seen such bad traffic. I have heard about it enough but it wasn't until we got stuck in a big mess of it on the way back from Birmingham that added over an hour to our trip, that I realized how torturous it really is. A screaming baby and cranky toddler quickly teach you to NEVER EVER, NO NOT EVER make the mistake of heading near Atlanta anywhere near the time of rush hour. So to avoid traffic hell, I planned to leave for the zoo late enough in the morning to miss the traffic but early enough to enjoy the zoo and get back on the road before evening rush houe. So I decided we had to leave no later than 11.
I was a Mom on the move, I was determined to make this happen, but the morning had other plans. We woke up and I fed the boys breakfast and it was then realized I was in for it. Bean was in a mood and it was going to be a really rough day. He had just woken up and was cranking about everything. After breakfast, I got both boys dressed and put them in the only room that was almost childproof and started getting myself ready and then I heard screaming. After several trips in and out of the room and more screaming, I realized it just wasn't going to work. Out of desperation I put Tadpole in the pack-n-play. I never confine the little guy, so this didn't last long because he just screamed and I can't deal with that so I let him out and decided he would have to stay in the bathroom with me. Big mistake. He figured out how to get the circular shaped plastic cap that covers the screws that bolt the toilet into the floor off and in his mouth while I wasn't looking. This thing is too big too swallow and too big to get back out of his mouth. I had to pry it out and of course I cut the inside of his mouth and blood was everywhere and his outfit was ruined and he was screaming again. I felt horrible and checked his mouth all out because it made me a little nervous. I decided to nurse him and comfort him and at this point it was time for his nap. Bean decided to scream for me at this point and kept coming in and out of the room to bother me. I finally told him if he didn't go play in the other room and let me put his brother to sleep we wouldn't go to the zoo. I specifically told him to play with the ball game. My parents have a pool table and Bean kneels on a chair and rolls the balls in the holes and it is quiet, safe, neat, and entertaining for him. I am lying there with a baby attached to the breast and Tadpole is so close to being sound asleep, which means I can not get up but I am not hearing any balls rolling across the pool table. The baby finally falls asleep, and I get up and forget to check on Bean and go into the bathroom to hurry because now it is getting late. I hear Bean again "Mommy Look I so Pretty"
Bean says this a lot so I reply "Yes Bean you so pretty"
"Mommy I pink."
OK now that's a new one.
"Bean come see Mommy"
"Mommy look I so pretty, I pink."
And that is when I looked at him and saw this
Nice pink hi-liter that won't come off. My first thought racing through my head was "OH SHIT, WHAT ELSE DID YOU COLOR?" Luckily just himself. Needless to say pink boy, sleeping baby, and I, never made it to the zoo! Maybe this summer when we go back to Georgia. Later that evening he tells his Pop about his day. " I didn't go to the zoo because I color myself pink." " I soo pretty." I did have a long talk with Bean about not drawing or coloring on himself especially before I took the pictures for the blog. I don't think he got the message after what he said to my Father and the fact that he just drew on himself the other night at his Godmother's.
* a nap
*capturing Tadpole walking on video
Running:I have run quite a bit the past week. Twice outside with the boys. It is taking a bit to get used to the baby jogger again and the heat. I ran on the treadmill at the gym for 5 miles and that was a lot easier. My pullups are greatly improving now that I have a bar for the house. I can do one close grip pull-up. I am getting there.