:: the anticipation of spring ::
:: warmth catching me off guard ::
:: moments of contentment, inspite of it all ::
:: new green life ::
:: plans for a garden ::
:: tsunami executive roll ::
:: nearly dry nights ::
On Saturday my sister, Kateka, invited us to go ice skating with her company.
JJ and I spent most of the time hunched over Gentry trying to keep him standing and from smacking his head on the ice. Gentry loved it even though he could not really do it at all. JJ hunched over him and to keep Gentry’s feet on the ground. JJ’s back hurt the next day. I say, that is what you get when you get close to working out.
I just picked him up and moved slowly around the rink and tickled his tummy if I could get to it.
Gentry really likes Stuart, Kateka’s husband. He kept wanting to go and talk to him and play. Other people are so much more fun that JJ and I. Probably because we threaten to take away all his toys and make him have time outs.
On the potty training front. We have been taking turns waking up and taking Gentry to the bathroom. He usually only has one small accident a night. Which seems like a lot. But we are going from filling up diapers to just tiny accidents. We still have not had an accident free night, but I think we are getting there.
I hope. I hope. I hope.
Also, my crocus’ are poking their little blossoms out of the icy ground and not even dieing when they get snowed on. I could just kiss them and the warm thoughts of summer they bring.
Today was a crappy day in the neither regions.
Ha. That was kind of funny. In writing only. The actual experience, not the best.
It really makes liquid diets a whole lot more appealing, or just plain not eating.
But a friend brought over chocolate lovely cupcakes and I want one so badly. Seriously. I just fear the outcome. Immodium has become my vitamin of choice.
And than I found this support website for people with this problem and it was so depressing I just could not even read it. Because, even though I was diagnosed and given the exact wording and spelling and told how it would be fixed, those people are not like me. I am better, smarter, sexier. And only my body has the problem, not my heart or soul. So somehow, even though this is the worst, I don’t feel like it is me and won’t be me forever.
Hopefully. Seriously.
I have been reading NieNie lately. I am assuming she is worse off, but how do people deal with problems and keep the desire to keep going. She does it so eloquently, yet it is so harsh and real.
I am definitely focusing on the absolute worst case scenario in saying that I am assuming this is never going to get better, or that I am eventually going to end up with a bag, but it is so super frustrating and especially when I have a bad day. However, the Dr. told me it will be fixed and possibly be in better than original condition.
I guess this is like a classic car rebuild. Right now I am sitting in an empty field feeling like an old, rusty, beat up car, but eventually I am going to get all fixed up and feel shiny and new again. I hope.
Man. I am going to go and buy those earrings I have been coveting for about a month. Because spending our hard earned cash is like my own personal crack cocaine.
So. That kid that lives at my house has wet the bed every night since possibly the end of November and it is so frustrating. We have bribed him with all kinds of things.
A cat. A dog. Small treats every morning when he wakes up and is dry. A chart to mark off when he is dry. I really don’t know what else I can do to positively encourage him. And all I can think every morning is how rude and careless he is. So I should get the good mother of the year award. Seriously.
And to top it off. He has started throwing tantrums. He is 4 1/2. I really thought we had just missed that phase. I mean, I have seen other peoples kids kicking and screaming on the floor and thought we had dodged that bullet. Apparently not. He is just bigger and kicks harder than most 2 year olds, which makes it all the better.
So I want to be a kind and patient mother. But I know that other kids his age don’t do these things and it is so frustrating.
The worst is that he can dress and undress himself (I guess that is not so bad). But we have been putting him in night time cloth diapers hoping that would help him change his mind and instead of putting them in the dirty clothes, he just left the diaper on his floor this morning. So now we have a giant spot of wet musty pee smell emanating from his room.
I love him. I really do. Sometimes it is just easier when he is asleep.
How do I take care of these problems? Yikes! Help!
Welcome to the new blog. JJ and I have been working hard to get this up and running again.
I actually really enjoyed the time away, and am glad to be back.
I took down the other blog for several reasons, the main being that weirdos had found me. I was not looking at their site and stumbled upon myself. Thanks a lot. 🙂 I can see where people are linking to on my website, where they are coming from and what people are searching for when they find my site. Which is sometimes suprising.
Also, I just needed some privacy. I could not put Gentry and my personal family life out there anymore. It just started to make me feel creeped out.
I am thinking about starting another public blog, about living creatively and I am really excited about it. First though, taxes, changing my companies name and then the new blog.
Also, we are still working on the template. I have not made up my mind yet and it may change quite a bit until I find something that I really like.
Anyway, welcome back. I am glad to see you again.
1- Went to Disneyland and played with family.
2- Done two colon cleanses, 3 enemas, had a colonoscopy, other horrid exams and gotten a diagnosis on the broken pooper. Spent two complete days on liquid diets. Spent two days following loosing my lunch while sitting on the toilet. Damn vaginal child birth!
3- Got the blog up and functioning in very controlled secrecy.
4- Cleaned the bathrooms and vacummed my room.
5- Removed most of the piles of papers from my room.
6- Found the equivilant of stretchy pants in dress form. Hooray for hiding it all at church. They do look like moomoos, and I just don’t care.
7- Started working out again.
8- Went to parent teacher conference for Gentry.
9- Bought 3 cases of beans. 2 Great Northern Beans and 1 Garbonzo. Yum. Hummus.
10- Went to the Draper Temple Open House. Gentry was allergic to the cookies so we all did not partake. The Temple is decorated very nicely in a nice Art Deco theme with very muted and lovely colors. I would totally decorate with some of the same furniture, minus the extravagant chandeliers. But if I was to get married again, I would do it there. It is very lovely.
11- Gentry told us as we walked past the baptismal font that it was filled with poison.
12- Went and had Gelato to replace the cookies we could not have. Peach, Pina Colado, and Blood Orange.
13- Found some oranges that are worth eating. The citrus around Christmas was just not that good, but these oranges are downstairs singing like the flowers in Alice in Wonderland. They want eaten.
14- Can’t end on 13, bad luck. Was told by the Poop Doctor to have all the kids that I am going to so that I can get my problem fixed. Am considering becoming like Brad and Angelina. Not. But seriously. I need to get pregnant, and now I have a pretty compelling reason to do it.
I am going to private on February 6th. If you would like to be part of the invited elite email me or send me a comment with your email address. I will not publish your comment.
I found a picture of myself on an website for Italians with fetishes for women in casts and it freaked me out. Also, I am sick of all the criticism from people who don’t matter.
I will not be posting until than.
If you want to see my feelings on this a bit you may read here, here and here.
Also, dear friends that I have linked to. I am sorry. I was naive and didn’t know the amount of loony craziness on the web. I thought people were generally good at heart, now I feel taken advantage of.
The other day, I took Gentry to Wendy’s for lunch. I did not get any food because he was getting a kids meal and he doesn’t eat a whole lot. I just waited for him to finished and sucked diet coke like it was my nectar of life. Gentry finished his tiny frosty except for one bite. I asked him if I could have the last bite and as quickly as he could he dumped it on the table and then head butted me.
The message I got was, “I will not be sharing my food with you, you evil troll. And because you have spoken to a higher being you must be punished.” So I stood up, kicked him between the pockets, and than left him there. In my mind. I wish that is what had happened, instead I laid on the mommy guilt.
A few days later he had a cookie and I asked for a bite of it. Hmm. I am spotting a trend here. When he said, “No.” I reminded him of the other day when he had not shared his frosty with me and how mean he had been. Wah ha ha. He gave in and gave me a bite. Isn’t he the best sharer you have heard of?
I have had a request to repost one of my previous entries. As I searched for this in the blog archives, “Baby Jesus” came up a lot more than you would think. Also, the new vacuum that resulted from this incident is on the fritz. Does anyone have any good, non-$500 vacuums to recommend?
March 11, 2008
Have you ever blown up your vacuum? Me either.
But my mom told me around Christmas time she was vacuuming around her Nativities on one of her shelves and accidentally sucked up Baby Jesus.
Here is the part where I tell the truth. I actually blew up our vacuum on Friday. This was a new experience for me. We had had our vacuum since we had gotten married, so just over six years. It was given to us by my mom’s co-workers at Herriman City.
I was vacuuming the car out on Friday. I did not see anything large that I had vacuumed up, but I heard it. It was loud. I heard it make its way up the tube, clanking around and then it finally got to the actual vacuum part. I am making assumptions about the size because of the collateral damage. I don’t know what I actually sucked up, I am assuming it was Baby Jesus, because he was pissed.
The vacuum knocked itself over, blew a large piece (the size of my hand) off the back, shot the bristle cover up and off the vacuum and started screaming at the top of it lungs and spinning as fast as it could. I quickly turned it off and pulled the front off so I could see if anything had happened to the bag, there was a hole in it.
My neighbor was outside and came running when she heard it. It scared her as all our kids were out and we were keeping a lazy eye on them.
So we ordered a new one the other day, not the nicest, because $500 for a vacuum, is just sick. I would rather spend the extra cash on shoes. You know, important things.
