As you may know from previous posts, I am a Bzz Agent. That means from time to time I get free products to try and review. Isn't that awesome? In fact you can join for free to do the same! Just go to www.bzzagent.com to join.
Bzz Agent is actually doing something new called "The Daily Bzz" where you can invite yourself into campaigns instead of waiting for an email invite. Today's Daily Bzz item is the Cuisinart Smart Stick Hand Blender 200w. Um, hold on while I wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth... Ok I'm good. I want to try this baby out so badly! Talk about a useful kitchen gadget!
The Cuisinart Smart Stick is a powerful little blender in a perfect easy to use stick. One touch controls and a powerful motor make this a handy tool for whipping up smoothies blending batters and mixing just about anything. With four kids and a tiny apartment kitchen the Cuisinart Smart Stick was made for people just like me! Not only is it easy to use but it's easy to clean as well. It comes apart so that the shaft and included beaker are dishwasher safe! Talk about making life easier. I am totally for anything that can make my life run a little smoother.
I am hoping to get the chance to try out the Cuisinart Smart Stick Hand Blender and I know this will be a fantastic fit for my home. Get your chance HERE
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Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Sleep Deprivation
You really never know true sleep deprivation until you have children. Especially if you work or work at night like I do. I have never been so chronically tired in my life!
I crave sleep all the time. I envy the characters on my son's tv shows when they get to take a nap. I think to myself how good it must feel to be able to sleep whenever you want. The way men desire sex, I desire sleep. I fantasize about sleep. Yes I know that seems weird and extreme but I genuinely fantasize about sleep. I imagine myself finding time for a nap and sleeping until I'm just not exhausted anymore. I imagine fluffy pillows and cool sheets and most of all, quiet.
Even at night I never fall into a deep sleep due to co-sleeping and my youngest still nursing. It's a never ending battle with my body. I know (one day) I'll wean baby Dude but that might be in 17 years at this point. For now I'm in an intimate relationship with caffeine until my beloved sleep returns to me.
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I crave sleep all the time. I envy the characters on my son's tv shows when they get to take a nap. I think to myself how good it must feel to be able to sleep whenever you want. The way men desire sex, I desire sleep. I fantasize about sleep. Yes I know that seems weird and extreme but I genuinely fantasize about sleep. I imagine myself finding time for a nap and sleeping until I'm just not exhausted anymore. I imagine fluffy pillows and cool sheets and most of all, quiet.
Even at night I never fall into a deep sleep due to co-sleeping and my youngest still nursing. It's a never ending battle with my body. I know (one day) I'll wean baby Dude but that might be in 17 years at this point. For now I'm in an intimate relationship with caffeine until my beloved sleep returns to me.
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Wednesday, August 17, 2011
I'm Gellin' with Dr. Scholl's
I work on my feet all day and most days by the end of the day, my feet are killing me. I started buying my work shoes a half size bigger so I could use inserts in them but have not yet found any inserts that really stop the ache. Until now.
Bzz Agent sent me a pair of Dr. Scholl's Massaging Gel Insoles to try out. I have read a lot of complaints about the packaging being difficult to open. This was true. Honestly, I don't feel like it was a big deal. They want to protect the insoles and ensure they are in pristine condition when you purchase them. So, it took a bit of muscle and I just tore the back open like neanderthal.
My first impression was they look and feel like jelly. I was squeezing and squishing them because it felt awesome in my hands. I couldn't wait to put them in my shoes. First however, I had to trim them down. My feet are teeny tiny so I had to cut them down quite a lot. I have had other insoles that I just hate trimming. The Massaging Gel insoles however were very easy to cut along clearly defined size lines. These insoles fit from a size 10 to a size 6 so they are good for practically everyone. Did I mention the squishing? I just loved to squish them, lol. But finally, I got to put them in my work shoes and try them out. To my utter dismay they weren't noticeably squishy under my feet, probably a good thing to most people. I was really hoping for jelly like squishiness. Ok, I'm over it. What I really noticed was that I didn't notice them at all. It really didn't feel like there was anything in my shoes except that they fit me better. You will definitely need a half size of room because these are thick.
Because I wasn't able to feel them I assumed that they weren't going to work. I thought that perhaps I was foolishly too expectant that these were the answer to my foot pain. I became very skeptical but off to work I went with my insoles in place. Over the course of my work day I completely forgot I was wearing them. It wasn't until I took my shoes off at the end of the night and realized that my heels didn't ache that I remembered that I was wearing them. What a huge difference. I really felt a huge difference.
I'm hooked on Dr. Scholl's Massaging Gel Insoles. I will never go back. I don't have sore feet after work anymore and I feel like I am making a positive difference in my overall health. After all aching feet can affect your posture, your back and your mood. I am very glad that I got to try these out for Bzz Agent and share my experiences with you.
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Bzz Agent sent me a pair of Dr. Scholl's Massaging Gel Insoles to try out. I have read a lot of complaints about the packaging being difficult to open. This was true. Honestly, I don't feel like it was a big deal. They want to protect the insoles and ensure they are in pristine condition when you purchase them. So, it took a bit of muscle and I just tore the back open like neanderthal.
My first impression was they look and feel like jelly. I was squeezing and squishing them because it felt awesome in my hands. I couldn't wait to put them in my shoes. First however, I had to trim them down. My feet are teeny tiny so I had to cut them down quite a lot. I have had other insoles that I just hate trimming. The Massaging Gel insoles however were very easy to cut along clearly defined size lines. These insoles fit from a size 10 to a size 6 so they are good for practically everyone. Did I mention the squishing? I just loved to squish them, lol. But finally, I got to put them in my work shoes and try them out. To my utter dismay they weren't noticeably squishy under my feet, probably a good thing to most people. I was really hoping for jelly like squishiness. Ok, I'm over it. What I really noticed was that I didn't notice them at all. It really didn't feel like there was anything in my shoes except that they fit me better. You will definitely need a half size of room because these are thick.
Because I wasn't able to feel them I assumed that they weren't going to work. I thought that perhaps I was foolishly too expectant that these were the answer to my foot pain. I became very skeptical but off to work I went with my insoles in place. Over the course of my work day I completely forgot I was wearing them. It wasn't until I took my shoes off at the end of the night and realized that my heels didn't ache that I remembered that I was wearing them. What a huge difference. I really felt a huge difference.
I'm hooked on Dr. Scholl's Massaging Gel Insoles. I will never go back. I don't have sore feet after work anymore and I feel like I am making a positive difference in my overall health. After all aching feet can affect your posture, your back and your mood. I am very glad that I got to try these out for Bzz Agent and share my experiences with you.
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Thursday, July 28, 2011
A Coffee Break with Coffee Connection
Besides being a mom full time, I also work at a coffee shop part time. I don't know what I would do without my coffee. It's my addiction basically. So I'd like to take some time to talk about coffee.
Are you a coffee lover? I can't really think of a word stronger than love but if there was one that would be how I feel about coffee. I drink it everyday. It’s part of my daily routine and I wouldn't be able to get through my day without it!
Here in Virginia the weather has been hot. Hot is an understatement actually. So when it's hot I prefer to drink my coffee iced. There is nothing more refreshing than a sweet cold iced coffee (usually flavored with yummy vanilla) on a muggy summer day. Thats not to say I don't enjoy a deliciously brewed cup of hot coffee now and again. In my most stressful days nothing calms me like a hot brewed cup of coffee with some flavored creamer. Yum.
Does anyone own a Keurig brewer? I do not own one yet. I’ve entered to win one many times on various blogs and such but no luck yet. My mother owns one and I am seriously jealous. They are so easy to use and have so many coffee varieties.
This company, One Cup Connection, is holding a giveaway for the next couple weeks over at Kelly’s Lucky You. You can bet I’ve entered and you should enter too! I just think the convenience and ease of these one cup coffee brewers is fantastic. I hate having to make a whole pot to see half of it go to waste. With a Keurig, I could have a different flavor each time I make a cup… not the same old thing every time. I was looking through the K-Cups section and there is so much variety. I’m thinking I would try the Timothy's World Kahlua - 24 K-Cups first! My kids would love the hot chocolate and apple cider!
Do you use a Keurig? Tell me about it!
One Cup Connection also has their very own blog, how fun!? Check it out here!
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Are you a coffee lover? I can't really think of a word stronger than love but if there was one that would be how I feel about coffee. I drink it everyday. It’s part of my daily routine and I wouldn't be able to get through my day without it!
Here in Virginia the weather has been hot. Hot is an understatement actually. So when it's hot I prefer to drink my coffee iced. There is nothing more refreshing than a sweet cold iced coffee (usually flavored with yummy vanilla) on a muggy summer day. Thats not to say I don't enjoy a deliciously brewed cup of hot coffee now and again. In my most stressful days nothing calms me like a hot brewed cup of coffee with some flavored creamer. Yum.
Does anyone own a Keurig brewer? I do not own one yet. I’ve entered to win one many times on various blogs and such but no luck yet. My mother owns one and I am seriously jealous. They are so easy to use and have so many coffee varieties.
This company, One Cup Connection, is holding a giveaway for the next couple weeks over at Kelly’s Lucky You. You can bet I’ve entered and you should enter too! I just think the convenience and ease of these one cup coffee brewers is fantastic. I hate having to make a whole pot to see half of it go to waste. With a Keurig, I could have a different flavor each time I make a cup… not the same old thing every time. I was looking through the K-Cups section and there is so much variety. I’m thinking I would try the Timothy's World Kahlua - 24 K-Cups first! My kids would love the hot chocolate and apple cider!
Do you use a Keurig? Tell me about it!
One Cup Connection also has their very own blog, how fun!? Check it out here!
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Location:Virginia
Monday, July 25, 2011
Weight loss while breastfeeding and other tall tales
I am so sick of being fat. I'm 30 pounds over my pre pre pregnancy weight, that is since before I had my third child. I was breastfeeding The Destroyer boy when I got pregnant so I was still 20 lbs overweight at that time. I never weaned him before I became pregnant so there was never any real weight loss.
I am one of those many whose body defies the laws of science and calories while breastfeeding. Many women do not actually Lise weight while breastfeeding as we are told. I understand the pro breastfeeding campaign wants more women to choose a more natural healthy way to feed their babies but flat out lying to these women just makes them feel like something is wrong with them when they are not losing. Now, I know that there are women for which this is true but these women are not the majority. No, the majority are women like me, fat and unhappy, unable to shed even an ounce until weaning.
My body literally defies the laws if science. Calories in calories out has no meaning. Burning 500 calories a day has no effect. Exercise and hard work goes unrewarded. It's beyond discouraging. I have been getting very depressed. I watch calories eat generally healthy and drink 10 to 12 glasses of water a day. I have kicked it into high gear in hopes that I could still happily breastfeed my toddler without the misery of being so extremely overweight. Alas, not one single ounce has come off of my body. It just doesn't compute. I am consuming far less calories than I am burning and I pee my weight in water each day. What gives? It's enough to make me want to just wean my little Dude but I know he's not ready. It's a miserable existence.
I know from past experience that once I completely wean the weight will drop off. I know this. But because I have been breastfeeding children for over three years without a break I feel like weaning will never happen. Baby Dude is 13, almost 14 months old and I keep telling myself that I'll go until 18 months. Yeah, that's what I said with The Destroyer but he was over two when I finally called it quits. That was due to the fact that nursing both boys was taking too much of a toll on my already exhausted body. He still asks from time to time but I insist that he is a big boy (even though he refuses to potty train, but that's a whole other post). How will I be able to wean Dude when I have been struggling for two weeks to night wean him and he still wakes up fighting and thrashing for boobie?
I keep telling myself that this weight lock is physically impossible and that there has to be some way to shift my body into gear. It's in a breastfeeding starvation mode basically. It's hoarding every calorie and every bit of fat in case of a famine. It's refusing to allow a single precious ounce of fat to be released no matter how hard I work against it. I'm just so so sick of this body. It truly is not fair. I'm doing something great for my child and I feel like I'm being punished for it. I know I'm not alone. I've talked to countless women who say the same things. Even my own doctor said it was completely normal for women to hold on to weight during breastfeeding. So why do I feel like something is wrong with me? It's partly in thanks to all those ads proclaiming the wonders of effortless weight shedding while lactating. It's so unfair!
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I am one of those many whose body defies the laws of science and calories while breastfeeding. Many women do not actually Lise weight while breastfeeding as we are told. I understand the pro breastfeeding campaign wants more women to choose a more natural healthy way to feed their babies but flat out lying to these women just makes them feel like something is wrong with them when they are not losing. Now, I know that there are women for which this is true but these women are not the majority. No, the majority are women like me, fat and unhappy, unable to shed even an ounce until weaning.
My body literally defies the laws if science. Calories in calories out has no meaning. Burning 500 calories a day has no effect. Exercise and hard work goes unrewarded. It's beyond discouraging. I have been getting very depressed. I watch calories eat generally healthy and drink 10 to 12 glasses of water a day. I have kicked it into high gear in hopes that I could still happily breastfeed my toddler without the misery of being so extremely overweight. Alas, not one single ounce has come off of my body. It just doesn't compute. I am consuming far less calories than I am burning and I pee my weight in water each day. What gives? It's enough to make me want to just wean my little Dude but I know he's not ready. It's a miserable existence.
I know from past experience that once I completely wean the weight will drop off. I know this. But because I have been breastfeeding children for over three years without a break I feel like weaning will never happen. Baby Dude is 13, almost 14 months old and I keep telling myself that I'll go until 18 months. Yeah, that's what I said with The Destroyer but he was over two when I finally called it quits. That was due to the fact that nursing both boys was taking too much of a toll on my already exhausted body. He still asks from time to time but I insist that he is a big boy (even though he refuses to potty train, but that's a whole other post). How will I be able to wean Dude when I have been struggling for two weeks to night wean him and he still wakes up fighting and thrashing for boobie?
I keep telling myself that this weight lock is physically impossible and that there has to be some way to shift my body into gear. It's in a breastfeeding starvation mode basically. It's hoarding every calorie and every bit of fat in case of a famine. It's refusing to allow a single precious ounce of fat to be released no matter how hard I work against it. I'm just so so sick of this body. It truly is not fair. I'm doing something great for my child and I feel like I'm being punished for it. I know I'm not alone. I've talked to countless women who say the same things. Even my own doctor said it was completely normal for women to hold on to weight during breastfeeding. So why do I feel like something is wrong with me? It's partly in thanks to all those ads proclaiming the wonders of effortless weight shedding while lactating. It's so unfair!
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Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Night weaning
I am so tired. This is more than the average tired I face everyday, this is night weaning tired. Yes, I am night weaning my 13 month old. This is my second attempt. I tried when Baby Dude was 11 months but two days in he got sick and I felt guilty, so I caved. This time however I am sticking to it ( I hope!). I nursed him at 11:15pm when I got home from work and then after I put him down and I put on a t-shirt (I otherwise always wear tank tops for easy access) to ensure
His will is certainly stronger than mine. He put up quite a fight the first time he woke up and I didn't give him the boobie. He practically threw himself off the bed as I tried my best to soothe him. He was MAD! I felt for a moment like maybe, I couldn't get through this but i stuck to my guns. After several brutal minutes of tantruming I said a quick prayer for my stamina and for Dude's comfort. Eventually my determination won and he passed out in my arms. What a huge relief. I felt like this was a small victory. One of many I hope to win through this process. He woke up only one other time and the tantrum was half the time before he passed out again. My husband did snore him awake one other time but it wasn't as hard to soothe Baby Dude as if he woke up wanting boobie. Around 6am when he woke up I told him "Yay, the sun is up! You made it!" but I was really thinking "Thank the Lord, I made it!" then I gave him boobie and he passed out in the happiest milk coma I have ever seen. I decided that if the sun was up, he could have boobie. I even sung him a silly song I made up to let him know that boobies sleep until the sun comes up, a tip I learned on a night weaning website about talking to him about it during the day.
So, night one of night weaning is over and I am totally exhausted and sleep deprived. But, all this will eventually win me more sleep in the future so it will (hopefully) be worth it. I feel a sense of freedom in completing the hardest part of the process, getting through the first night. I hope tonight and the rest of the week goes just as smoothly. Wish me luck!
His will is certainly stronger than mine. He put up quite a fight the first time he woke up and I didn't give him the boobie. He practically threw himself off the bed as I tried my best to soothe him. He was MAD! I felt for a moment like maybe, I couldn't get through this but i stuck to my guns. After several brutal minutes of tantruming I said a quick prayer for my stamina and for Dude's comfort. Eventually my determination won and he passed out in my arms. What a huge relief. I felt like this was a small victory. One of many I hope to win through this process. He woke up only one other time and the tantrum was half the time before he passed out again. My husband did snore him awake one other time but it wasn't as hard to soothe Baby Dude as if he woke up wanting boobie. Around 6am when he woke up I told him "Yay, the sun is up! You made it!" but I was really thinking "Thank the Lord, I made it!" then I gave him boobie and he passed out in the happiest milk coma I have ever seen. I decided that if the sun was up, he could have boobie. I even sung him a silly song I made up to let him know that boobies sleep until the sun comes up, a tip I learned on a night weaning website about talking to him about it during the day.
So, night one of night weaning is over and I am totally exhausted and sleep deprived. But, all this will eventually win me more sleep in the future so it will (hopefully) be worth it. I feel a sense of freedom in completing the hardest part of the process, getting through the first night. I hope tonight and the rest of the week goes just as smoothly. Wish me luck!
I am just mom
So, I watched my first episode of America's got Talent alone. I always watch them with my oldest children but they are away. So, I watched alone. I cried alone, and no one was there to be embarrassed of me. I am so obviously obsessed with that show. I've never been one to fall in love with these celebrity judge shows. There's just something about watching these ordinary people do extraordinary things. I guess it's watching a world outside my own mommy world and hoping thee's more. Not to mention it's quite entertaining watching the crackpots who I'm not sure if they really believe they have talent or if they know they don't and just want 5 minutes of fame. And Oh boy the Las Vegas auditions, I cry like a baby at those. Anyway, my actual point was, it was really lonely watching alone. Peaceful, but lonely. I am so sheltered.
After watching AGT I was really missing my daughter, so I called her up to share a link that she could watch from and register to vote and just hear her voice. Well, it was kind of a let down when I called and she was kind of like "Ok, yeah what do you want, I'm having fun". Those weren't her words but it was the definitely her tone. The conversation was short and left me feeling bummed out. I mean I guess at a certain age your mom isn't your world anymore even though children are always a mother's world. I know she misses me but not like I miss her.
I guess I need a friend. I do have freinds but no one close. Not like I had in New York. I wish my husband and I had more time together but even then, I need a really good girlfriend. Sigh. I am just so focused on being mommy that there's no time for myself to be anything but. I will just have to wait until my boys are in school and then I can try to find out who I really am. I miss being a person outside of mom. I feel like I lost any shadow of anything remotely who I used to be. I am mom and no longer me. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids and I love being a mom, I just wish there was a way for me to be both myself and mom. Right now it's almost impossible to find that balance. I wonder, can anyone relate?
After watching AGT I was really missing my daughter, so I called her up to share a link that she could watch from and register to vote and just hear her voice. Well, it was kind of a let down when I called and she was kind of like "Ok, yeah what do you want, I'm having fun". Those weren't her words but it was the definitely her tone. The conversation was short and left me feeling bummed out. I mean I guess at a certain age your mom isn't your world anymore even though children are always a mother's world. I know she misses me but not like I miss her.
I guess I need a friend. I do have freinds but no one close. Not like I had in New York. I wish my husband and I had more time together but even then, I need a really good girlfriend. Sigh. I am just so focused on being mommy that there's no time for myself to be anything but. I will just have to wait until my boys are in school and then I can try to find out who I really am. I miss being a person outside of mom. I feel like I lost any shadow of anything remotely who I used to be. I am mom and no longer me. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids and I love being a mom, I just wish there was a way for me to be both myself and mom. Right now it's almost impossible to find that balance. I wonder, can anyone relate?
Friday, July 1, 2011
Minus two for July
So, my parents came from NY to take my two oldest children to stay with them for a month. They left yesterday morning and I won't see them again until August. This is my husband's dream come true. While it sounds like a nice vacation to only have my youngest boys I am actually quite sad. Besides the fact that I still have 3 kids to babysitevery day and no real "break" anyway I miss my daughter so much. Now, obviously I miss my oldest boy but as he has reached "teenagerhood" I actually need a vacation from him. Although, I'm sure I'll miss him after a while, it is a bit of relief. Not having someone to cop an attitude at me, talk back at me, roll his eyes and correct me because he so obviously knows way more at his age than I'll ever know. I used to be the "cool mom"... but I digress.
My daughter however, is only 11 and not quite at that level yet. She is extremely intelligent and very mature for her age but not yet clouded with the hormonal storm of puberty. Plus, as my only girl we have a bond that none of my boys will ever really have with me. It's a girl thing. She is my most helpful and responsible child and basically my best friend. My husband and I work opposite hours to keep our kids out of daycare and the rest of my family is hundreds of miles away, so she is really the closest person to any adult family member I have to talk to. And every week we watch America's got Talent together and she shakes her head at me in embarrassment when I cry. Lol. I had to pull myself together when talking to my husband on the phone yesterday after explaining that I already missed her. I nearly lost it, but I pulled myself together by reminding myself that it had only been a few hours since she left and if I couldn't make it through a few hours I'd surely be committed in a week or two.
The house seems so empty and I haven't yet mastered how to scale down from cooking for a small army. The small toilet paper roll has lasted so long, and there hasn't been a shouting match between brother and sister in over 24 hours. I have taken over walking the dog and feeding my daughter's kitten and the dishes aren't overflowing in the sink like they would be by this time. Toys are still strewn about the house but no one is here to help me pick up. I should be grateful, I'm sure the kids are having a great time and boy, am I going to save a lot of money on food this month. Still, it's just a strange feeling not to have all my children here with me. I guess I'm just going to have suck it up for the next five weeks and remember how much I am missing them next time they drive me nuts.
My daughter however, is only 11 and not quite at that level yet. She is extremely intelligent and very mature for her age but not yet clouded with the hormonal storm of puberty. Plus, as my only girl we have a bond that none of my boys will ever really have with me. It's a girl thing. She is my most helpful and responsible child and basically my best friend. My husband and I work opposite hours to keep our kids out of daycare and the rest of my family is hundreds of miles away, so she is really the closest person to any adult family member I have to talk to. And every week we watch America's got Talent together and she shakes her head at me in embarrassment when I cry. Lol. I had to pull myself together when talking to my husband on the phone yesterday after explaining that I already missed her. I nearly lost it, but I pulled myself together by reminding myself that it had only been a few hours since she left and if I couldn't make it through a few hours I'd surely be committed in a week or two.
The house seems so empty and I haven't yet mastered how to scale down from cooking for a small army. The small toilet paper roll has lasted so long, and there hasn't been a shouting match between brother and sister in over 24 hours. I have taken over walking the dog and feeding my daughter's kitten and the dishes aren't overflowing in the sink like they would be by this time. Toys are still strewn about the house but no one is here to help me pick up. I should be grateful, I'm sure the kids are having a great time and boy, am I going to save a lot of money on food this month. Still, it's just a strange feeling not to have all my children here with me. I guess I'm just going to have suck it up for the next five weeks and remember how much I am missing them next time they drive me nuts.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
My kids, nicknames and a bit about them
The qualification for having a mom blog is first and foremost, being a mom. So, of course I couldn't have a mom blog without my kids. They are ultimately my main source of joy and also my main source of torment, especially now that my oldest is a teenager and my second is headed that way. So, in order to include them in my blog, I suppose I should give them some handy nicknames. Well, I have no idea what names to use because a lot of the good ones are taken. I pretty much already have nicknames for the two little boys but my older two are much harder.
My daughter, my only daughter well, she could certainly be Judy Moody if that wasn't already a popular book and upcoming movie or Debbie Drama most days lately. But beyond all that preteen hormonal drama she is really my biggest helper and she is more responsible than even my oldest. She is always there to lend a hand with the little ones or help clean up, and she always wants to be close to me and imitates a lot of what I do. I think her blog nickname will be "Mini-Mom". My oldest son is at that age where he thinks he knows more than me. He has it all figured out, as most teenagers do. But, I will say that at least he has goals. He wants to join the Marines when he is older and he wants to be a psychiatrist. He loves all things military related as well as magic (he does some amazing things with a deck of cards) and he plays the drums and guitar very well. I am thinking of donning him with the nickname "Soldier boy".
My three year old has earned the name "The destroyer" since he was old enough to move around on his own. If it can be taken apart, spilled, ripped, dumped, broken, shredded, or crushed, he will or has done it. He just enjoys it. Maybe he will be a mechanical engineer one day. He is also very cunning and shy as well as verbally expressive. The things he says have us rolling and we can never stay mad at him long. My little guy, our very last (unless God has other plans) has always been "Baby Dude" due to the way my Destroyer pronounced his name from the day he was born. It was so cute that it stuck and he's just Baby Dude to us. He has quite the personality, this little guy, he loves to make us laugh and he is always trying to get a chuckle, whether with faces, dances or sounds. He loves attention and he definitely has his ways of getting it.
So, that's some quick info on the ones that call me Mom. They drive me crazy, but I wouldn't trade them for anything!
My daughter, my only daughter well, she could certainly be Judy Moody if that wasn't already a popular book and upcoming movie or Debbie Drama most days lately. But beyond all that preteen hormonal drama she is really my biggest helper and she is more responsible than even my oldest. She is always there to lend a hand with the little ones or help clean up, and she always wants to be close to me and imitates a lot of what I do. I think her blog nickname will be "Mini-Mom". My oldest son is at that age where he thinks he knows more than me. He has it all figured out, as most teenagers do. But, I will say that at least he has goals. He wants to join the Marines when he is older and he wants to be a psychiatrist. He loves all things military related as well as magic (he does some amazing things with a deck of cards) and he plays the drums and guitar very well. I am thinking of donning him with the nickname "Soldier boy".
My three year old has earned the name "The destroyer" since he was old enough to move around on his own. If it can be taken apart, spilled, ripped, dumped, broken, shredded, or crushed, he will or has done it. He just enjoys it. Maybe he will be a mechanical engineer one day. He is also very cunning and shy as well as verbally expressive. The things he says have us rolling and we can never stay mad at him long. My little guy, our very last (unless God has other plans) has always been "Baby Dude" due to the way my Destroyer pronounced his name from the day he was born. It was so cute that it stuck and he's just Baby Dude to us. He has quite the personality, this little guy, he loves to make us laugh and he is always trying to get a chuckle, whether with faces, dances or sounds. He loves attention and he definitely has his ways of getting it.
So, that's some quick info on the ones that call me Mom. They drive me crazy, but I wouldn't trade them for anything!
(Hardly) Super Mom
I am a working mom of four children (five if you count my husband). Their ages are 13, 11, 3 and 1 year old. We all live in an apartment with two cats, a chihuahua and a aquatic turtle named Sushi. I currently work nights and babysit an additional 3 children by day. In my spare time (haha, yeah, spare time) I like to write poetry and read. I am trying to see if there's any way to throw a blog into the mix. Wish me luck.
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