So, being the super cool mom I am, I decided to meet some friends at a new local children's museum. I go places alone with both kids alllll the time. No big!
No big? F-ME BIG!
Bubbi decides she's done. Over it. Time to go. Ok, so I give Boo a 10 minute warning. In the meantime, Bubbi throws herself on the floor and conducts a no-joke 10 minute tantrum. I just let her while I talk to other moms and occasionally mouth "two year old" or "nap time" to staring passerbys.
Ten minutes later I tell Boo time to go (with a one minute warning before of course). He FLIPS OUT.
Really? They are really both going to do this to me? Awesome!!!
I pull kicking and screaming Bubbi off the floor and try to carry her flailing body in one arm and Boo in the other.
No go.
We make it to the parking lot and both kids drop to the floor kicking and screaming. Boo's shoe is off and all he wants me to do is hold him...after I put his shoe back on. Bubbi just wants to freak out, kick and scream and generally act like a tired two year old from hell.
A few minutes later of me not making it anywhere and this ANGEL (with strollered 2 year old twins of her own) offers to help. I say, "PLEASE!"
She takes kicking and screaming Boo with both hands while I have kicking and screaming Bubbi in one hand and I push the stroller with the other. We get to my car and Bubbi is COVERED IN BLOOD!!!!
REALLY?!??!!
I thank the lady and she bolts. I lock Boo in the car (he's totally freaked out now - yes, even more than before - since a stranger just carried him 15 yards) so I can see why the hell Bubbi is bleeding.
Turns out to be her gums. Cut them or something at some point during her freak out. I fight to strap her sorry butt in the car then get Boo in.
We leave. THANK GOD!
Friday, September 2
Monday, August 8
Ditching a twin
Boo is starting preschool NEXT WEEK and I am starting to FREAK OUT! The large majority of my anxiety is of course that my baby, my first baby, is starting school. This is the beginning of the rest of his life without me. Yes dramatic, but you cannot say it isn't true.
Back to the subject at hand. So now that Boo will be going to school twice a week, Bubbi will be in sorts left behind. Yes, I know this is a great time to spend some good regular one on one time with her for the first time. This is going to be a good thing...eventually.
However, it is going to suck.
Bubbi has had Boo figuratively up her ass since the day she was born. The eight times (yes, I know exactly how many times) she has been separated from Boo have been somewhat stressful for her.
One time poor Bubbi had to stay home while Boo got to go to a baseball game with grammy and papa. THE ENTIRE FIVE HOURS were spent randomly asking about him and confirming he would be coming home.
The next time mommy and Bubbi had a girls day while Boo and daddy had a boys day. We're enjoying lunch and all she can do is confirm that we'll see Boo when we go home.
Six more times, same situations. You get the point. And beyond asking for him, she acts completely different. In some aspects, she's great. She listens and behaves like a freaking ANGEL (I know...Bubbi an angel?). In other aspects, not so great. She is a shy, timid little flower. That's fine and all if a kid is a shy, timid flower...Bubbi is not and never has been. Without him she looses her self esteem or something. It is really quite sad to watch.
So as preschool begins, so does a new era for Bubbi...the ditched Irish twin. This is a good thing for her, it is just going to be a very defining period in her little life thus far....and mommy's....and Boo's. I hate change.
Back to the subject at hand. So now that Boo will be going to school twice a week, Bubbi will be in sorts left behind. Yes, I know this is a great time to spend some good regular one on one time with her for the first time. This is going to be a good thing...eventually.
However, it is going to suck.
Bubbi has had Boo figuratively up her ass since the day she was born. The eight times (yes, I know exactly how many times) she has been separated from Boo have been somewhat stressful for her.
One time poor Bubbi had to stay home while Boo got to go to a baseball game with grammy and papa. THE ENTIRE FIVE HOURS were spent randomly asking about him and confirming he would be coming home.
The next time mommy and Bubbi had a girls day while Boo and daddy had a boys day. We're enjoying lunch and all she can do is confirm that we'll see Boo when we go home.
Six more times, same situations. You get the point. And beyond asking for him, she acts completely different. In some aspects, she's great. She listens and behaves like a freaking ANGEL (I know...Bubbi an angel?). In other aspects, not so great. She is a shy, timid little flower. That's fine and all if a kid is a shy, timid flower...Bubbi is not and never has been. Without him she looses her self esteem or something. It is really quite sad to watch.
So as preschool begins, so does a new era for Bubbi...the ditched Irish twin. This is a good thing for her, it is just going to be a very defining period in her little life thus far....and mommy's....and Boo's. I hate change.
Wednesday, July 27
Bubbi's Closet: AFFORDABLE Petti romper
If you haven't seen a petti romper yet, you haven't lived! Lol - just kidding, but they are really stinkin cute.
Here is Bubbi in her pink one (she also has an aqua one).
Ok now let's talk price. You know I'm cheap. Most boutiques and boutique websites are listing these babies for over $40....OVER $40!! HELL NO!
Dollar Daisies has, from what I can tell, the EXACT same ones for.....are you ready....$8. That's right people, only $8. Like I said, in the photos online it would appear they are all coming from the same manufacturer. Mine, from Dollar Daisies, came with no label inside. I'm assuming that is so any seller can add their own (and jack up the price).
So, yes, my daughter looks like a freaking baby super model and no, I didn't spend an arm and a leg for her latest outfit. Happy shopping!
Saturday, July 23
Just Call CPS: Unknown Amounts of Unknown Pills
Frst of all, sorry for my abesense. Family drama has brought me to and from Arizon (a two hour flight costing just over $600 round trip when bought last minute) TWICE in the past week.
Anywho, as my life has been too insane to even blog lately, it hasn't got any less, well, exciting and f-ing dramatic.
So I'm on the phone fighting with my husband (yay) and Bubbi is in my master bathroom in my site...ok, well I wasn't staring at her but I could see her if I actually pointed my eyes in her direction. My house is pretty darn baby proof because I can't be a hawk (be it having two young kids or my failure as a mother...your call).
Bubbi was right next to an "empty" suitcase that I had emptied myself. I borrowed it from my mother.
Scream! I run over and Bubbi is screaming and spitting out white stuff.
"What did you eat!?!?!?!"
Bubbi runs over and hands me two pieces of a slightly chewed up pill. I scream for my mom and she runs downstairs. I run for the phone and the fridge to call Poison Control (though at this point I really should memorize the number or just add it to speed dial). MOTHER F-ER MAGNET IS GONE!
Ok, stay calm. I get the number off the Internet and call. I tell them what I know, which isn't much.
"Yes...she's 2...um, my mom says she thinks the pill she spit out was Paxil....ok, good to know Paxil isn't bad...what else? Not sure they would be my mom's....MOM! What else could have been in there!??"
My mom walks up with two more pills she found loose in the suitcase. Heart meds. I tell the lady on the phone and tell her my mom has a long list of what else could have been in there. She says get to the closest ER so I run to find my keys.
GONE. No keys because I have no car. Let a friend borrow it.
F ME! Have to call said husband I was just on the phone arguing with. He shows up in minutes (piiiiiissed off). We head to the ER.
After four hours of observation, it turns out she didn't eat anything and the pill she did slightly chew was indeed "harmless" Paxil. Awesome.
Anywho, as my life has been too insane to even blog lately, it hasn't got any less, well, exciting and f-ing dramatic.
So I'm on the phone fighting with my husband (yay) and Bubbi is in my master bathroom in my site...ok, well I wasn't staring at her but I could see her if I actually pointed my eyes in her direction. My house is pretty darn baby proof because I can't be a hawk (be it having two young kids or my failure as a mother...your call).
Bubbi was right next to an "empty" suitcase that I had emptied myself. I borrowed it from my mother.
Scream! I run over and Bubbi is screaming and spitting out white stuff.
"What did you eat!?!?!?!"
Bubbi runs over and hands me two pieces of a slightly chewed up pill. I scream for my mom and she runs downstairs. I run for the phone and the fridge to call Poison Control (though at this point I really should memorize the number or just add it to speed dial). MOTHER F-ER MAGNET IS GONE!
Ok, stay calm. I get the number off the Internet and call. I tell them what I know, which isn't much.
"Yes...she's 2...um, my mom says she thinks the pill she spit out was Paxil....ok, good to know Paxil isn't bad...what else? Not sure they would be my mom's....MOM! What else could have been in there!??"
My mom walks up with two more pills she found loose in the suitcase. Heart meds. I tell the lady on the phone and tell her my mom has a long list of what else could have been in there. She says get to the closest ER so I run to find my keys.
GONE. No keys because I have no car. Let a friend borrow it.
F ME! Have to call said husband I was just on the phone arguing with. He shows up in minutes (piiiiiissed off). We head to the ER.
After four hours of observation, it turns out she didn't eat anything and the pill she did slightly chew was indeed "harmless" Paxil. Awesome.
Bubbi was a champ getting her vitals checked every thirty minutes until 10 pm.
We started to get bored. She was obviously fine, but we were not leaving until the doctor was sure she was ok.
Now getting really bored...playing with the foam hand sanitizer....
The last thirty minutes before they let us go, we wandered the halls to stop her from bouncing off the walls. Here she found an almost dead beetle. Very exciting.
Saturday, July 16
Uprinting Winner Is...
Number 15 - nataliefeuerstein@gmail.com!
Congratulations Natalie! Please contact me ASAP so we can get you your prize!
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Wednesday, July 13
Wordless Wednesday: Poop in my dryer
Yup. That is a ball of poop in my dryer...with my "clean" clothes. Yes, it must have come out of one of the kids pockets or something. Baked in poop smell = not cool.
Thursday, July 7
Hedgehog Studio: Lemonade Stand Giveaway
Hedgehog Studio does amazing party print work for an amazing value (you all know I'm cheap and this place is affordable and does great work). They have a gorgeous vintage flair and showcased it beautifully in their latest photo session titled "Lemonade Stand" as seen below. Be sure and check them out of Etsy and Facebook. And scroll down for some giveaway info...
What's more is they are currently having a Giveaway at A Voice for My Children!! Go check it out here http://avoiceformychildren.blogspot.com/2011/07/lemonade-stand-kit-giveaway.html?showComment=1310049728555#c4098909180004764950!!
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