My Little Trouble Maker

Will Beau (the 14 month old) ever get into brother's school on a full time basis? Since there is not a full time spot, we have been doing the drop in program while we wait. Gannon stayed home today with an ear ache while Beau went to school since there was a spot. Well, he is not helping his cause to get a full time place. I guess during nap time my little Beau was not so sleepy. Twas the day before Wednesday and all through the school, not a thing was stirring...except the fire alarm that my little Beau pulled! Big brother is sad he missed all the excitement. I guess the fire department came and all the kids had to go outside...during nap time! Why on earth was he that close to the alarm anyway (way to shift the blame mommy:) I would rather he get to know the fire department than the police department this early!

My Little Trouble Maker

Will Beau (the 14 month old) ever get into brother's school on a full time basis? Since there is not a full time spot, we have been doing the drop in program while we wait. Gannon stayed home today with an ear ache while Beau went to school since there was a spot. Well, he is not helping his cause to get a full time place. I guess during nap time my little Beau was not so sleepy. Twas the day before Wednesday and all through the school, not a thing was stirring...except the fire alarm that my little Beau pulled! Big brother is sad he missed all the excitement. I guess the fire department came and all the kids had to go outside...during nap time! Why on earth was he that close to the alarm anyway (way to shift the blame mommy:) I would rather he get to know the fire department than the police department this early!

Ode to Joe

In honor of my father's 60th birthday I thought it was only appropriate I write about him. When I was little I thought it was funny that his birthday was three days after mine; that whole chicken and the egg then. Now it is just another conformation (in the stars maybe?) on why and how we are so alike. I am a daddy's girl at heart. Coming from a divorced family I did not spend much time with my traveling Coast Guard father when I was in grade school or junior high but began to make up for lost time in High School. I am definitely an apple that fell from his tree (much like my brother and now my first born) and feel most of my best traits were inherited from my dad. We are not ones to get too mushy so rather than get too sentimental I have provided a list of items that I have learned or inherited from the man. This list is in no particular order because they are all traits that make us great!

1. My fabulous red hair.

2. My green eyes.

3. My tall, thin frame.

4. My ability to swim

(thanks for the backyard lessons)

5. My love of the beach

(thanks for the summer vacations)

6. My ability to embellish a story just enough

to make it exciting and believable.

7. My sense of humor ((I am funny, just ask me)

8. My healthy cynicism.

9. My patience.

10.My education ambitions.

11.My love of oldies.

Even at my age and stage in life I still want to make my father proud. I am not sure if he knows what an influence he has been and continues to be in my life. I love to sit with him and listen to his stories. He has had an interesting life and has fascinating stories to tell about his travels and lessons he has learned along the way. As I get older I face the issue of my parents mortality and wonder if I will ever fully appreciate what they have sacrificed to have children. My mom told me I would never really get it until I became a mother and she was right (sorry mom, this is not about you today, you will have your turn in April). My boys are so lucky to be surrounded with good male role models in their lives. My boys love their G-daddy and I love to watch them play together. Today, Dad, know that you are loved and appreciated today and ever day! Thanks for being a great dad!

Ode to Joe

In honor of my father's 60th birthday I thought it was only appropriate I write about him. When I was little I thought it was funny that his birthday was three days after mine; that whole chicken and the egg then. Now it is just another conformation (in the stars maybe?) on why and how we are so alike. I am a daddy's girl at heart. Coming from a divorced family I did not spend much time with my traveling Coast Guard father when I was in grade school or junior high but began to make up for lost time in High School. I am definitely an apple that fell from his tree (much like my brother and now my first born) and feel most of my best traits were inherited from my dad. We are not ones to get too mushy so rather than get too sentimental I have provided a list of items that I have learned or inherited from the man. This list is in no particular order because they are all traits that make us great!

1. My fabulous red hair.

2. My green eyes.

3. My tall, thin frame.

4. My ability to swim

(thanks for the backyard lessons)

5. My love of the beach

(thanks for the summer vacations)

6. My ability to embellish a story just enough

to make it exciting and believable.

7. My sense of humor ((I am funny, just ask me)

8. My healthy cynicism.

9. My patience.

10.My education ambitions.

11.My love of oldies.

Even at my age and stage in life I still want to make my father proud. I am not sure if he knows what an influence he has been and continues to be in my life. I love to sit with him and listen to his stories. He has had an interesting life and has fascinating stories to tell about his travels and lessons he has learned along the way. As I get older I face the issue of my parents mortality and wonder if I will ever fully appreciate what they have sacrificed to have children. My mom told me I would never really get it until I became a mother and she was right (sorry mom, this is not about you today, you will have your turn in April). My boys are so lucky to be surrounded with good male role models in their lives. My boys love their G-daddy and I love to watch them play together. Today, Dad, know that you are loved and appreciated today and ever day! Thanks for being a great dad!

Cock a doodle doo!

What happened to my good sleeper? Gannon used to sleep from 7pm to 7am without a peep. He has recently taken to getting up around 5am, turning on his light and saying he is done with his nap! We put foil on his window (we probably look like a meth house from the outside:), then cardboard, a shade, and curtains. His room is pitch black. We have experimented with his bedtime (I was told to do so slowly), which has ranged anywhere from 6:30-8:30. This morning he woke up at 3:30am! We told him he had to go back to bed or lay down with us; he laid down with us until he heard brother cry on the monitor at 5:30, at which time he said "I need milk and Cheerios". That was it, we were up. Fortunatly Beau still sleeps from 6:30pm-7:30am and takes a good two hour nap. Gannon still needs a nap mid-day so I am at my wits end trying to figure this out. I know it is a stage and I will be draggin him out of bed in a few years but I need some assistance now!

Cock a doodle doo!

What happened to my good sleeper? Gannon used to sleep from 7pm to 7am without a peep. He has recently taken to getting up around 5am, turning on his light and saying he is done with his nap! We put foil on his window (we probably look like a meth house from the outside:), then cardboard, a shade, and curtains. His room is pitch black. We have experimented with his bedtime (I was told to do so slowly), which has ranged anywhere from 6:30-8:30. This morning he woke up at 3:30am! We told him he had to go back to bed or lay down with us; he laid down with us until he heard brother cry on the monitor at 5:30, at which time he said "I need milk and Cheerios". That was it, we were up. Fortunatly Beau still sleeps from 6:30pm-7:30am and takes a good two hour nap. Gannon still needs a nap mid-day so I am at my wits end trying to figure this out. I know it is a stage and I will be draggin him out of bed in a few years but I need some assistance now!

Addicted

It is official; I am addicted. Addicted to hugs and kisses from my boys (three if you count the greying 35 year old in the house), addicted to chocolate, and now addicted to blogging. My friend told me it would happen and it has. I find myself checking my traffic log and looking for comments. What is wrong with you people? Don't you see how witty I am? My kids are adorable and my husband has dreamy eyes! You must have something to say...oh what! Maybe I haven't said the right things yet. I will come up with something soon; don't despair.

To be continued...

Addicted

It is official; I am addicted. Addicted to hugs and kisses from my boys (three if you count the greying 35 year old in the house), addicted to chocolate, and now addicted to blogging. My friend told me it would happen and it has. I find myself checking my traffic log and looking for comments. What is wrong with you people? Don't you see how witty I am? My kids are adorable and my husband has dreamy eyes! You must have something to say...oh what! Maybe I haven't said the right things yet. I will come up with something soon; don't despair.

To be continued...

"Mommy, Are you complaining?"

How can a 2.5 year old be so observant? As I am "reloading" the dishwasher Sunday night I must I mumbled under my breath something about "who loaded this dishwasher?". Obviously the 2.5 year old didn't, and unless Beau baby has developed well beyond his 13 months, I think the winner is the man. I really should do a better job telling Brad how much I appreciate his help. That is what he got from me after he hung out with the boys at our house with a friend and his son while I had a girl’s late afternoon out with friends. Of course, I apologized, but it was already out there. No wonder he doesn't make the bed!

When I think about all the things that bug me like reloading the dishwasher I have to remind myself of the funny and sweet things my boys do that make me laugh:

Tonight while I was putting Gannon to bed I was being the bugger police (what mom isn't) and he told me "mom, you can't pick your friends' nose".

This morning when Brad asked Gannon who his best buddy is Gannon said "brother".

Yesterday morning Gannon wanted to pee outside and when Brad told him it was so cold his penis would fall off he ran inside and said "mom, I lost my penis". When he pulled his pants down to pee in the toilet he wiped his forward and said "whew, there it is"

Count your blessings!

"Mommy, Are you complaining?"

How can a 2.5 year old be so observant? As I am "reloading" the dishwasher Sunday night I must I mumbled under my breath something about "who loaded this dishwasher?". Obviously the 2.5 year old didn't, and unless Beau baby has developed well beyond his 13 months, I think the winner is the man. I really should do a better job telling Brad how much I appreciate his help. That is what he got from me after he hung out with the boys at our house with a friend and his son while I had a girl’s late afternoon out with friends. Of course, I apologized, but it was already out there. No wonder he doesn't make the bed!

When I think about all the things that bug me like reloading the dishwasher I have to remind myself of the funny and sweet things my boys do that make me laugh:

Tonight while I was putting Gannon to bed I was being the bugger police (what mom isn't) and he told me "mom, you can't pick your friends' nose".

This morning when Brad asked Gannon who his best buddy is Gannon said "brother".

Yesterday morning Gannon wanted to pee outside and when Brad told him it was so cold his penis would fall off he ran inside and said "mom, I lost my penis". When he pulled his pants down to pee in the toilet he wiped his forward and said "whew, there it is"

Count your blessings!

"Mommy, Are you complaining?"

How can a 2.5 year old be so observant? As I am "reloading" the dishwasher Sunday night I must I mumbled under my breath something about "who loaded this dishwasher?". Obviously the 2.5 year old didn't, and unless Beau baby has developed well beyond his 13 months, I think the winner is the man. I really should do a better job telling Brad how much I appreciate his help. That is what he got from me after he hung out with the boys at our house with a friend and his son while I had a girl’s late afternoon out with friends. Of course, I apologized, but it was already out there. No wonder he doesn't make the bed!

When I think about all the things that bug me like reloading the dishwasher I have to remind myself of the funny and sweet things my boys do that make me laugh:

Tonight while I was putting Gannon to bed I was being the bugger police (what mom isn't) and he told me "mom, you can't pick your friends' nose".

This morning when Brad asked Gannon who his best buddy is Gannon said "brother".

Yesterday morning Gannon wanted to pee outside and when Brad told him it was so cold his penis would fall off he ran inside and said "mom, I lost my penis". When he pulled his pants down to pee in the toilet he wiped his forward and said "whew, there it is"

Count your blessings!

"Mommy, Are you complaining?"

How can a 2.5 year old be so observant? As I am "reloading" the dishwasher Sunday night I must I mumbled under my breath something about "who loaded this dishwasher?". Obviously the 2.5 year old didn't, and unless Beau baby has developed well beyond his 13 months, I think the winner is the man. I really should do a better job telling Brad how much I appreciate his help. That is what he got from me after he hung out with the boys at our house with a friend and his son while I had a girl’s late afternoon out with friends. Of course, I apologized, but it was already out there. No wonder he doesn't make the bed!

When I think about all the things that bug me like reloading the dishwasher I have to remind myself of the funny and sweet things my boys do that make me laugh:

Tonight while I was putting Gannon to bed I was being the bugger police (what mom isn't) and he told me "mom, you can't pick your friends' nose".

This morning when Brad asked Gannon who his best buddy is Gannon said "brother".

Yesterday morning Gannon wanted to pee outside and when Brad told him it was so cold his penis would fall off he ran inside and said "mom, I lost my penis". When he pulled his pants down to pee in the toilet he wiped his forward and said "whew, there it is"

Count your blessings!

Genetics

Remember when you found out you were expecting a child? Remember the wonder of what they would look like; eye color, hair color, will they look like you or your spouse...etc. Of course I wanted a red head. Not two, just one please. I got a blond and an even blonder. Green eyes please. Both blue as the sky like their daddy's. (watch out ladies:) I certainly did not want them to act like me; one does and one does not. Maybe the one that acts like me only does because he is two and a half; so the jury is still out. So what were my children blessed with from their Mama? The propensity to get sick. I was sick all the time as a kid.;I had strep throat all the time. Finally at fifteen I had my tonsils removed and haven't had an issue since. I had Kawasaki Disease when I was in kindergarten; that was fun. Enough about me, back to my boys. Gannon started the week with a double ear infection. This is getting old since he had tubes put in at fifteen months, but have fallen out in the last couple of months. We are considering tubes again if this continues, as we have had four ear infection since November. Beau baby had been drooling a lot which we all attributed to teeth since his disposition was so good and he had no other symptoms. Well, Wednesday night as I was putting him to bed I noticed he was warm (try 103!) and was having trouble breathing. I am no stranger to the breathing trouble since my Beau baby had RSV at 9 weeks of age. Fortunately this was not that severe but enough to get my attention. A trip to our favorite pediatrician, Dr. Sara Caffey, Thursday morning confirmed strep (he had the funky strep breath Tuesday morning but I thought it may be morning breath:) an ear infection, and wheezing. Prescription of the same meds brother is on for the ear and the strep and a take home breathing treatment. Now about that breathing treatment. I have to hand it to the designers of the children's masks. The dinosaur design is very cute; however, I don't think my boy really cared. He wants no part of that thing on his face. Hopefully as he gets older he will be more understanding...right. It is funny how differnet they are when they are sick. G has no symptoms but acts like a jerk. B has every sysmtpom and acts like a peach! So this week has been pretty much a loss. Brad and I have tag teamed staying home so we can get some work done but we have not been productive.

Genetics

Remember when you found out you were expecting a child? Remember the wonder of what they would look like; eye color, hair color, will they look like you or your spouse...etc. Of course I wanted a red head. Not two, just one please. I got a blond and an even blonder. Green eyes please. Both blue as the sky like their daddy's. (watch out ladies:) I certainly did not want them to act like me; one does and one does not. Maybe the one that acts like me only does because he is two and a half; so the jury is still out. So what were my children blessed with from their Mama? The propensity to get sick. I was sick all the time as a kid.;I had strep throat all the time. Finally at fifteen I had my tonsils removed and haven't had an issue since. I had Kawasaki Disease when I was in kindergarten; that was fun. Enough about me, back to my boys. Gannon started the week with a double ear infection. This is getting old since he had tubes put in at fifteen months, but have fallen out in the last couple of months. We are considering tubes again if this continues, as we have had four ear infection since November. Beau baby had been drooling a lot which we all attributed to teeth since his disposition was so good and he had no other symptoms. Well, Wednesday night as I was putting him to bed I noticed he was warm (try 103!) and was having trouble breathing. I am no stranger to the breathing trouble since my Beau baby had RSV at 9 weeks of age. Fortunately this was not that severe but enough to get my attention. A trip to our favorite pediatrician, Dr. Sara Caffey, Thursday morning confirmed strep (he had the funky strep breath Tuesday morning but I thought it may be morning breath:) an ear infection, and wheezing. Prescription of the same meds brother is on for the ear and the strep and a take home breathing treatment. Now about that breathing treatment. I have to hand it to the designers of the children's masks. The dinosaur design is very cute; however, I don't think my boy really cared. He wants no part of that thing on his face. Hopefully as he gets older he will be more understanding...right. It is funny how differnet they are when they are sick. G has no symptoms but acts like a jerk. B has every sysmtpom and acts like a peach! So this week has been pretty much a loss. Brad and I have tag teamed staying home so we can get some work done but we have not been productive.

Books on CD

I used to be an avid reader. I would devourer words like they were a meal prepared by the finest chef. To take a weekend and read a book front to back was a challenge I enthusiastically accepted. It seems now the only thing I devour is red bull (as my latest replacement to Starbucks as it has fewer calories) just to squeeze in a few more hours in the day. In pursuit of the elusive "balance" I keep hearing about, I have taken to turning in my latest book purchases for books on CD. I am able to multi task and feel like I am doing something for myself. It is not nearly as fun but it is one of the many compromises we have to make as mothers, women, and grown-ups. I guess it isn't always about me after all:) Ironically my latest book on CD is The Purpose Driven Life. Although I am a little behind the craze caused by the book, I am still interested in what it has to offer. Although I am still not sure what my purpose is, I hope to be an over achiever and find out by day 20.

Books on CD

I used to be an avid reader. I would devourer words like they were a meal prepared by the finest chef. To take a weekend and read a book front to back was a challenge I enthusiastically accepted. It seems now the only thing I devour is red bull (as my latest replacement to Starbucks as it has fewer calories) just to squeeze in a few more hours in the day. In pursuit of the elusive "balance" I keep hearing about, I have taken to turning in my latest book purchases for books on CD. I am able to multi task and feel like I am doing something for myself. It is not nearly as fun but it is one of the many compromises we have to make as mothers, women, and grown-ups. I guess it isn't always about me after all:) Ironically my latest book on CD is The Purpose Driven Life. Although I am a little behind the craze caused by the book, I am still interested in what it has to offer. Although I am still not sure what my purpose is, I hope to be an over achiever and find out by day 20.

Keeping up with "The Joneses"

I can't even keep up with blogging entries for my real estate site(s); how am I going to keep up with my own blog? It all started when my friend sent me a link to her new blog and my space page. I have to admit, I think My Space is a pretty useless thing, but I liked the idea of a blog. It is like a journal, but I might actually keep it up as I am always in front of my computer. I looked at my friend's new endeavors as just another way she is more of a super mom than I am; being able to juggle it all...and blog! Then another friend sent me her blog link. Now it is getting to me; if this girl can do it, so can I:). I mean come on, she is some sort of rocket scientist by day (really, check out her site), and a super mom and wife by night. So here I am. I have high hopes, mainly that this does not become a disappointment.

Keeping up with "The Joneses"

I can't even keep up with blogging entries for my real estate site(s); how am I going to keep up with my own blog? It all started when my friend sent me a link to her new blog and my space page. I have to admit, I think My Space is a pretty useless thing, but I liked the idea of a blog. It is like a journal, but I might actually keep it up as I am always in front of my computer. I looked at my friend's new endeavors as just another way she is more of a super mom than I am; being able to juggle it all...and blog! Then another friend sent me her blog link. Now it is getting to me; if this girl can do it, so can I:). I mean come on, she is some sort of rocket scientist by day (really, check out her site), and a super mom and wife by night. So here I am. I have high hopes, mainly that this does not become a disappointment.

Keeping up with "The Joneses"

I can't even keep up with blogging entries for my real estate site(s); how am I going to keep up with my own blog? It all started when my friend sent me a link to her new blog and my space page. I have to admit, I think My Space is a pretty useless thing, but I liked the idea of a blog. It is like a journal, but I might actually keep it up as I am always in front of my computer. I looked at my friend's new endeavors as just another way she is more of a super mom than I am; being able to juggle it all...and blog! Then another friend sent me her blog link. Now it is getting to me; if this girl can do it, so can I:). I mean come on, she is some sort of rocket scientist by day (really, check out her site), and a super mom and wife by night. So here I am. I have high hopes, mainly that this does not become a disappointment.

Keeping up with "The Joneses"

I can't even keep up with blogging entries for my real estate site(s); how am I going to keep up with my own blog? It all started when my friend sent me a link to her new blog and my space page. I have to admit, I think My Space is a pretty useless thing, but I liked the idea of a blog. It is like a journal, but I might actually keep it up as I am always in front of my computer. I looked at my friend's new endeavors as just another way she is more of a super mom than I am; being able to juggle it all...and blog! Then another friend sent me her blog link. Now it is getting to me; if this girl can do it, so can I:). I mean come on, she is some sort of rocket scientist by day (really, check out her site), and a super mom and wife by night. So here I am. I have high hopes, mainly that this does not become a disappointment.