Achoo! It's good to be a mom

I want you to picture this. You've taken a shower. Your makeup and hair is done. You are dressed and ready for work. You have 30 minutes before you have to walk out the door and you are feeling pretty good about yourself because you never have that much time. So you think to yourself I'm going to make something to eat before leaving. This was me on Tuesday afternoon (since my work day doesn't start until 5pm). I decided I'd make a quick and somewhat healthy egg burrito. I've got my eggs on the counter and I just took out the cheese and salsa and started the stove when I started coughing. This cough led to a massive sneeze. Bent over, hands on knees kind of sneeze, the kind of sneeze that leaves you looking for freckles on the wall because the force of it must have blown a few off your face. Oh yes ladies, you know this kind of sneeze, the kind of sneeze that leads to total bladder let down! There I was all ready for work and getting ready to make a snack and I feel the warm spread of urine soiling my nice clean jeans! I went off to the bathroom to change out of my wet clothes and to finish relieving myself and of course Dakota wants to know what I'm doing and like a good mommy I tell her I had an accident. "Ohhhh, that's ok mommy". Yep, honey, mommy's bladder let go when she sneezed. "That's bad mommy", this said in the most conciliatory little voice ever. Now I have no pants on, because I went to the closest bathroom to the kitchen, and as I pass through the kitchen on the way to my bedroom I see Dalton holding a white ball. I think to myself, where did he get that? Oh wait, do you remember that egg carton? It is now on the ground, two eggs are broken and a third is being held by my ever so curious and troublesome toddler. He is trying ever so hard to EAT the whole egg. I stop going to my bedroom and instead head into the kitchen to deliver my poor eggs from my son and clean up the floor before the dog tries to and before the kids can start some new art project with the pretty yellow egg yolks. Finally I am able to get dressed and amazingly had just enough time to through together that egg burrito that I wanted so badly to start with. It’s good to be a mom!

Rainbow Brite

Dakota has a new obsession and it’s all my fault. That’s right people I introduced my child to Rainbow Brite and for the last few days she has watched the Rainbow Brite movie each and every day. Rainbow was my favorite character when I was a little girl. I used to have my hair done like hers all the time, you know side pony tail with curls. My very favorite stuffed animal that I slept with every night was Starlight the horse. I loved that horse but it got lost when I was around 7 (I think) and I was heartbroken. My dad also made me a Rainbow Brite table that I loved as well, I do remember the table but my aunt supplied the information about my Dad making it and it being a Christmas Present. Any how, when I saw I could get the movie delivered through Netflix I had to order it! That first day Dakota and I watched it twice and I'll admit for the first sitting I sat there just as enchanted as her, watching Rainbow and Kris fight the Dark Princess. I sent back the DVD so Dakota has been watching it on YouTube (oh thank goodness for Youtube!) I checked on Amazon to see how much the movie would cost. Brace your self…$65.00! That’s right people! If you want to own your very own copy of Rainbow Brite and the Star Stealer on DVD be ready to shell out some serious cash! Oh well, at least we have YouTube. I wonder what other cartoons from my past she would really like. I am anxiously waiting for The Little Mermaid to be rereleased from Disney! It’s on my Netflix queue but it has A VERY LONG WAIT. Oh well, like they say patience is a virtue.

The 100th Day of School

I finally volunteered in Dakota’s class room yesterday! It was soooo much fun. They celebrated their 100^th day of school with a pizza party. The kids were so cute and so excited to count out 100 snacks, make their 100 mask and 100 crown. I had the privilege of reading The Night Before the 100^th Day of School 4 times. The kids also got to jump up and down on bubble wrap while we all counted to 100 at the top of our lungs. Half way through the day Dakota decided she wanted to leave so we could go visit Nana. Miss Misty her teacher swore to me that she never acts this way and is always one of the first to sit down or do whatever she is supposed to do since she is her little people pleaser. Of course she acted out, I was there! Overall though she did a great job participating even though her mommy was there. The best part was having some of the other kids get really excited to see me and wave shyly since they recognized me from other group activities. One little boy even asked to sit on my lap during song time, I of course told him he couldn’t sit on me but he could sit right next to me. It is so amazing to see my little 3 year old being such a good student and making friends! You should see her last Name tracing paper! It’s amazing and has a place of honor on the Star Student board in her class room. I intend to take a picture of it once it comes off the board and comes home to me. I had such a good time in her class room I’m going to make a point of trying to volunteer at least one more time before the school year is out!

My finger hurts but I don't know which one

For about two weeks everyone and everything in the house had one name-Dada. I was dada, Dakota was dada, the sippy cup was dada, and you get the picture. Well this week we are now all mama! I have heard Dakota tell Dalton many times now that “I not mama! I’m Dakota!” Slowly he is starting to call me mama and Graeme dada. He has a few other “words” such as dog and thank you, at this point only Graeme and I (and Stormy) know that he is saying dog and thank you but I promise, that’s what he means. He also goes around the house pointing at the things he wants, unfortunately for him most those things are off limits. He is obsessed with coffee mugs! He comes straight at you hooting and pointing and grabbing for your mug like it is some huge prize. I’m not sure what that is all about because he doesn’t really want what’s in the cup, he just WANTS it. Meanwhile in the Qberry household I am trying to convince my daughter that her foot, back, finger, head etc doesn’t hurt, that she doesn’t need a band-aid or medicine. I think she’s going to be a hypochondriac; she is convinced that she needs medicine for every little bump and bruise and growing ache. She is also very considerate and will offer you medicine if you tell her you are not feeling well. She told me last week that “it’s ok mommy, Daddy will get you medicine” when I told her I wasn’t feeling well. I suppose I should foster this desire to take care of other people and maybe she’ll be a nurse or doctor when she grows up. Well, that’s the happening around here, my son is learning to talk and my daughter is trying to convince me that her finger really does hurt and that I should tell her which one needs a band-aid. Yes you read that correctly, I’m supposed to tell her which one is hurt because she doesn’t know.       

Teething sucks ass

Well crap, I had a pretty good one going all about teething and how Dalton's first molars are coming in. It was full of wit and mommy bitching and well, Dalton just pulled the plug on that whole thing. Literally pulled the plug on the laptop and since the laptop's battery is dying a slow death, as soon as he pulled it the laptop turned off and I lost the whole darn thing. So I'll just say this about teething-it sucks ass for Dalton and he sure is making sure that it sucks ass for us too! Oh please molars break through SOON!

Mommy is in a funk

The key to writing is to just sit down and do it, one word at a time, even when you don’t really want to. I like to have a kid anecdote to share, but this past week I’ve got nothing good. Just the same old normal kid stuff. I’ve been feeling incredibly overwhelmed with life lately, it’s a state I get into every once in awhile. I prefer being upbeat and full of energy but sometimes life just catches up with me and I feel anything but. Late nights working and getting woken up in the middle of the night by one crying child or the other. Tossing and turning to find a position that doesn’t make my back sore. All those things just add up to too little sleep and a grumpy Alicia. I would like a vacation…you know a real one. Stay in a nice condo or hotel room or even a cabin in the mountains. Spend a few days just relaxing and enjoying somewhere new. Spending time drinking a little too much because you have nowhere to be the next day and a cab to run you back to your room at the end of the night, good food that you don’t have to cook yourself and hours of leisure time. I’d love a whole week but even a long weekend would do. So if anyone out there wants to sponsor a vacation please know that I am not too proud to accept charity (insert smile and wink here). So here is to another week of motherhood, may it be an easy one filled with amazement and amusing anecdotes to share with my devoted readers.