One Perfect Mess

Archive for September, 2010

I’m unreasonably nervous about going to Type A Mom this weekend. I keep reading tweets that say things like “OMG, can’t believe I’m not done packing yet” and such. Umm… done? I haven’t even THOUGHT about packing yet. Does this imply I need to be concerned about what I’m wearing? Because, I’m not so good at that. Regardless I’m looking forward to it. Several of my favorite bloggers will be there and I look forward to covertly stalking them around Asheville. I expect I’ll learn quite a bit about writing and blogging and the business aspect of things. Considering I currently know nothing about those things, it would be kind of hard not to. Now if only they had a breakout session on convincing preschoolers to sleep…

It has been pretty hectic around here the last couple of months as we have had one thing after the other. Tomorrow the kids and I pack up and head to the coast for The Wedding. Blogging has taken a back seat to… well, everything else. Lots of little projects have been filling in the quiet spaces in my day where I usually find myself blogging. Today is the big “pack up everything we own and clean up the house” push before we leave town. Why I insist on washing all the bed linens and doing a full cleaning of the entire house every time I leave to go somewhere I never will understand. It just makes the day before trips that much more hectic but I can’t stop myself.

We have retired the high chair. The Peanut just wouldn’t sit in it anymore so two nights ago I gave up and put it in the corner and pulled over the other regular chair. I know he will hit the floor at least once and it will leave yet another scar on my mothering psyche. But, that concern can’t stop me from letting the boy grow.

The Weebles got her first haircut yesterday. At three years and one month old she was a champ. She was nervous about it but quickly came around when the stylist braided her hair with a special yellow ribbon.

I guess that is about all the news that is fit to print. Or not. Hopefully I will find time to at least put up some pictures next week. In the meantime please check out my husband’s new blog The Toddler Inquisition.

I don’t even want to type these words… but I’m afraid The Weebles is thinking about giving up her nap. Ouch, that hurt. I love naptime. I love it with the passion of a thousand suns. It gives our day structure. It gives me a break. It gives the little ones time to snuggle in their beds and be super adorable. And by their beds, I mean MY bed of course. Whatever.

The last couple of months bedtime has been a hassle with the Weebs. She isn’t giving me a hard time or anything, but it takes her forever to fall asleep. And now the last two days she has skipped her nap and hasn’t been any the worse for wear. At bedtime she is ready to sleep and it has been really nice. But I’m just not ready to give up that nap. I’ve tried to switch over seamlessly to the “quiet time” for her instead but she just isn’t buying that. One option is to cut out her viewing time of Thomas that she shares in the morning with her brother and let her watch a movie in her room during quiet time. That is about the only way I can think of to keep her in her room and prevent her from waking her brother. Tomorrow will be a good test to see how this sticks since she will be back at school and that wears her out. With kids it is hard to tell what behaviors will pass and which ones are the new norm. We’ll just have to see.

So I went to the mall today and got each kid two Jibbitz for their Crocs. They didn’t have any yet and I had been wanting to get them a few but hadn’t had time to find the right ones and pay for them before my kids de-racked four hundred pairs of shoes. Upon returning home I proudly presented each child with one Thomas and one Mickey Mouse. This is the reaction I got:
The Weebles wailed and threw herself on the floor because she couldn’t have all four of them and also because she needed many many more because she had seen other kids with their Crocs filled with them.

The Peanut frantically tried to get his off his Crocs and had a meltdown because he couldn’t free Thomas from his shoe prison.

No good deed goes unpunished.

My little man turns twenty months old today. I wouldn’t have even noticed except I was thinking the other day that he is making such huge strides in development that I really should write some of these things down in his baby book. But I’d have to find it first. Ahem.

All of a sudden he is talking. Like, we can have a real conversation, talking. Yesterday he was snuggling his blankie and saying “My Gi Gi” and I grabbed him and said “my baby” and his response was “NOT!” And I thought about it and then tried “my big boy?” and giggled and said “yeah!” He can tell you what he wants, and most definitely what he doesn’t want. He can tattle on his big sister and tell me he is sad when his grandma goes home.
There are strides in other areas as well. He has finally learned to jump and that is really exciting for him. He had been doing this weird skipping motion for months and finally he put it all together to get both his feet off the ground at the same time. His climbing isn’t quite as out of control as it has been in the past so that keeps my heart rate down a bit. But, that doesn’t mean he stays out of trouble. Just in the past week he has managed to find not one, but TWO, cups discarded by strangers in stores and drink out of them before I could stop him. I suppose by child number three my kids will just be lapping their beverages off of the floor of Target. I know that he is going to continue to find new ways to test me and I look forward to trying my best to stay one step ahead. Or at least no more than two behind?

I’ve been doing quite a bit of sewing lately. And while I have several crafty mama’s that follow me I held back when it came to a string of thoughts that I was tempted to tweet. Here they are:

Another Saturday night spent cuddled up with my seam ripper. #notasracyasitsounds

Dear Bernina, Why do you sell a sewing machine marketed as “quilter’s edition” that comes without a walking foot?

Spray baste, you give me a reason to live.

ZOMG, What the EFF is my bobbin doing now?!?

Things are a little awkward between my sewing machine and I after the cussing out I gave it last night.

Just learned what a thimble is for! Eff that hurt.

I’m not sure I’m cut out for this crafty stuff….