And FIVE loads of laundry later...

I ALMOST have yesterdays POOP attack cleaned up. We ran out of "magic belts" aka duct tape- and BOY DID I PAY FOR THAT!!! Then to top the day off, C-Dane had another poopie diaper last night, so he took his diaper off (of course) and the dog ATE THE POOP!!!! RIGHT OUT OF THE DIAPER!!!! Anyone wanna dog? Free to good, wait free to A home. It's a 40 pound Maltese/Chihuahua. (or so we were told!) Apparently you don't even have to buy dog food if you have a kid...I bet he'd even lick things clean, if you'd like him to, so you can save on wipes too! Where else can you get a deal like that???

Side note- I gave my FANTASTIC lab to my cousins to keep this poop eatting giant mutt! WHAT WAS I THINKING??? Oh. I remember, NO ONE WANTED JAXON. I can't imagine why not.

I will not be putting Carson's bumpers back on his bed since he will only be sleeping in it for two more nights anyway. This makes me so sad! So for the next few nights, he will be banging his head and waking up w/ bumps. I guess he'll survive. So glad we have another baby to move into that bed in just 5 months. I'm pretty sure that baby may sleep in the crib till he/she moves out of the house.

Obviously we still don't know what we are having. The Tuesday after Thanksgiving is the big 20 week ultrasound so we BETTER find out then or I'm going to assume it's neither- which will be a big problem! I mean, THEN WHAT COLOR WILL WE PAINT THE NEW ROOM???

Help! My baby is going to be ugly!

The pregnant brain is an amazing thing. Doesn't amazing mean CRAZY?? I lay in bed at night with many perfectly rational fears about having another child. How will it change Carson? How tired will I be? Will it be health? How will we pay for it? Will it be a boy or a girl? But what keeps me up the most is my insane fear of an ugly baby.

Now I think I'm a rational person. I know all parents think their babies are beautiful. But COME ON!!! You know you've seen an ugly baby! They are the babies that are always called sweet or precious, or you say "Look at those feet!". Or at least that's what I say. (Guess I'm gonna have to make an effort to say CUTE since I've told my secret) I really think I had a pretty baby the first time. Now, there were a few months where Carson had the ring of fire going on with his hair and when I put him in a white button down and a tie he could have passed for Danny Devito. MY POINT is that I can recognize when my baby looks dumb. And I'm SO AFRAID #2 being ugly. WORSE, I'm afraid of #2 being an ugly GIRL! I'm so afraid that if #2 is ugly that I won't love it as much as Carson. (Yes, I'll quit calling my baby an "it" once I know the sex!) I'm afraid that when strangers stop us in public to look at our baby they'll give the shocked look, then turn to CARSON and say "look at those eyes". Now can you imagine this happening to a ten year old girl????

I know that is really a bad and terrible thing to say, but I just can't be the only one out there with this fear. I may be the only one to ADMIT this fear, but I can't be the only one to have it. But, I guess I just cross my fingers and hope for a pretty baby. I mean a HEALTHY baby.

The Battle of the Flying Poop

It began when my dad was visiting. Well, it had been happening for a while, but nothing like this. Suddenly, I hear my dad yelling, gagging, and running downstairs, saying, "I can't do it! You'll have to go in!" I run upstairs wondering what in the world could have happened that made a grown man run for his life- then I saw it- an armed baby. Two hands full of poop granades- and a full diaper waiting when he runs out. "Boom!" Came the first granade. The smell filled the room. The baby laughed and laughed at his first victory, thinking the battle was all wrapped up. "You will not win this I said". Quickly I captured the poop filled diaper and took it to safety, returning for the baby. While holding the baby out in the air trying to limit the damage I filled the bathtub and put him in, washing all the evidence of the hard fought battle away. After the baby was clean I returned to the battlefield, picked up all remaining pieces and sat the baby down for a talk.

Well the talk didn't work. The battle is still in full force. I have cleaned crib sheet after crib sheet, scrubbed poop off my furniture, my walls, Carson's toys, the crib, books, MYSELF and my only solution is...duct tape. When I tell people what I have resorted to, they look at my like I'm hurting my child. But I ask you all, WHAT WOULD YOU DO????

He thinks it's his "Magic Belt." I put a strip of duct tape across the front of his diaper so he can't open it as easy and I tell him the "magic belt" makes him run fast. He actually gets excited when I put the "magic belt" on and he says "RUN!" while moving his arms in a running motion real fast. He is slowly learning to keep his pants on. (A lesson that I though I had years before I had to teach) I feel my solution is actually working for now. So, why do I get such strange looks? Do I LET my child act like a non housebroken DOG pooping all over the house and maybe (my worst fear) even EATTING some of it? To me duct tape is a great idea. We are all happy. Carson runs faster than ever, I don't get poop pellets thrown at me, my water bill is lowering from less loads of laundry, and MAYBE if I can get this under control, my dad will come visit again...

The Best Weekend EVER, followed by one not so good...

Time to back up... I seriously think Carson had the best weekend of his life Halloween weekend. First, there was getting to dress like a pirate! "ARRRR" Carson would say, then he got to "knock knock" on doors, say "treat, thank you and bye". He went trick or treating for two hours, literally till he dropped to his knees and said "all done." But this day did not even touch the excitment of the following day.

On Sunday we took Carson to the air show and I have NEVER seen a kid have more fun. Parents- if your kid likes airplanes and you'd like a relaxing day with the family, take your kids to an air show. Carson was ENTERTAINED for FOUR hours. And I don't mean we were working our butts off to make sure he was happy, I mean we sat back and enjoyed ourselves b/c Carson was having SOOO much fun. He wouldn't wonder far b/c of the loud noise. He had to stay close to feel ok about the jet noises. He yelled "AIRPLANE!" with the same enthusiasm from the first one, till we got home. He fell asleep in the car and the first thing out of his sweet mouth when he woke up was "airplane?". I would go back every weekend if I could! Even with the 1.5 hour wait in line to get back to our car at the end. SO WORTH IT to see him SO happy and excited.



Now, here we sit a week later. I think Josh has the flu. Not sure what kind. Carson has had his seasonal shot and I have had the H1N1 shot. Doctor told us that if Josh gets H1N1 that he is not to come NEAR me... well I wonder how we are suppossed to know the difference. And I wonder what our options are... We have NO family here to pawn ourselves off on. So, it's just the three of us on day three of this. So far Carson is feeling GREAT and me to except that I'm having a hard pregnant weekend (since I'm having the worst "normal" pregnancy ever in my opinion). Of course, I feel like I have the flu at least once a day, if not all day, so it's hard to tell. And I'm on anti vomit meds so who knows- So we had the best weekend followed by one of the worst. And I have learned the worst thing about having a baby- WHEN YOU DON'T FEEL GOOD! They just don't get it. "Mommy doesn't want to be hit with a bat right now" just gets a confused look, like "Why in the world not?". Not to mention Carson has been crying to see his daddy. But I've locked him in our room trying to limit this flu stuff. Oh well, maybe I'll have time to update this more.

Our new routine

Well, so far I have proven true to form, and have been HORRIBLE at tracking our lives. But what else can I expect. I am finally sitting down now to give an update on our world....

As many of my friends and family know, I have had a hard time making the transistion to being a stay at home mom. Let's just say, I'm missing the domestic gene. My husband will second that! I really don't like cleaning, more like HATE cleaning, I'm a pretty terrible cook, I'm not "crafty", I don't decroate for the seasons, except Christmas, and I'm just not that good at entertaining young children! Even ones I love as much as I love Carson... BUT Carson and I are settling into a fairly good, semi productive routine.

Here's how our day goes. About 7-7:30, I hear "Mama!!!" from the intercome, so I drag out of of bed and head upstairs. Before I go any further, I'd like to comment on stairs. I have ALWAYS wished I had a two story house, ALWAYS, but now, NOW I dread my stairs. There LONG, HIGH, and miserable when sleepy and/or pregnant. Anyway, I drag myself upstairs, where I find Carson sitting in his bed, or jumping on it. The first thing he says it "Mama" the second is "poo poo". After much bribing I get him to get out of bed so we can change his diaper, which normally does NOT have a poo poo in it. We then head downstairs to "EEEEAAATTTT" and watch "SHOOOWWW". Shortly after breakfast we head out on our walk, followed by backyard/downstairs/errands/playgroups time till lunch. After lunch we head for nap time, which Carson GLADLY partakes in most days. After nap we "EEEAAATTT", and "PLAY, PLAY, PLAY, UPSTAIRS". (I cap everything b/c Carson yells everything that he's "Ci" (excited) about.) After about two hours of independent play, during which I actually get things done around here, like laundry, dinner, my shows, or facebook, you know important things- Carson comes back down for more "OUTSIDE" time. Then before we know it "DADA" is home and the ball throwing wrestling session begins! The boys act like boys till I make em eat. Then more "AH BOOM" till bath time- which my WONDERFUL husband almost always gives Carson- followed by reading and bed. Now reading is pretty fun! Carson is so sweet. He always picks out the book he wants and brings it to me. I read the book. Then being the sweet all-inclusive kid he is, ALWAYS says, "DADA" and takes the book over to Josh so he can read the exact same book again. We then have our kiss offs till Carson tells us or shows us that it's time for "SLEEP". We push play on his CD player and we see him the next day, when he is, as my DeDe says, "Brand new".

Now weekends- those are a whole other story!!!