Long Time

Well its been a while since i have had a moment or two to sit down and ramble a bit. Where to start? Family pics were awesome, nobody cried, Mr. Beans and Tatertot smiled pretty and so did Fireball, my husband. Don't ya just love these nicknames. Fireball was my husband's nickname when he was our sons age; given to him by his grandfather. So anyways, pics turned out great, we were at the same mall that the two angels had their nuclear meltdown that i mentioned before. That was the 17th of Dec. We had a really good Christmas this year. It was Tatertot's first so that made it really special. We did an early Christmas with Fireball's sister and her husband and our three nephews at my mother-in-law's house on Christmas Eve in the early afternoon and then came home and put the kids to bed for a nap. On Christmas Eve night we go to my family for presents and ever since my grandfather died we don't do a traditional dinner for Christmas Eve. This year was a Feliz Navidad; we had tacos. I usually bring little smokies every year, but this year since i have two kids my family thought that I could just make brownies and pickle wraps which are a pain in the ass to make. So I make two pans of brownies one w/ frosting one w/o, pickles wraps and these awesome nacho things that my sister in law makes actually her husband does. this was my first time making them and it is time consuming. thankfully the kids were still napping. so 4 dishes to bring plus my two kids, husband and presents and the digital camera and the tripod. gee, glad i could not make the little smokies (you put them in a crock pot and let them cook in bar-b-q sauce). For Christmas day we went to my mother-in-law's again and ate lunch. Turkey and the fixings. finally, real Christmas food! I love me some turkey.
Now fast forward to the 27th and Tatertot has her 4 month check up which consists of 3 shots in the legs for immunizations. Unlike her brother, she actually likes their ped. She was fine after the shots on tues. Wed. was a different story. We wake up at 9:30 am and i give Tatertot some infant's tylenol and she gags on it and pukes all over our bed. so now i have to wash bed sheets. she is basically inconsolable after this and Mr. Beans wakes up and has peed out of his diaper and so now i need to wash his sheets too. fast forward again to Tatertot around 1 pm and she again is crying nonstop for about an hour. Try to give her some more tylenol thinking she was in pain or uncomfortable from the shots and she gags again and pukes all over the kitchen floor. By the end of the day I have washed two sets of bedsheets, one puky one pissy. Cleaned up puke off the floor and changed a two yr old's nasty stinky diaper. I was literally up to my elbow yesterday in piss shit and puke. Again, wouldn't trade it for the world, maybe a continent though.

Mornings

Actually, it is now after 12 o'clock noon, and Mr. Beans is absolutely insisting on coloring again today, we did this last night before supper. Don't get me wrong, I love to color with or without him. His idea of coloring is a little scribbling and then launching the crayons onto the floor or dropping the larger ones onto the table yelling bam, bam everytime they hit. All the while, we are sitting at the kitchen table with Tatertot asleep in her swing. Thankfully, she can usually sleep through just about anything: high pitch screaming which is emited from her brother at any time for any reason (guess that is why it is called the terrible twos), endless Elmo songs and the every day to day running of the house.
It is snowing again, it has been doing this pretty much everyday for at least a little bit. Well, atleast it will be a white Christmas. Tonight after my husband gets home from work, I get to escape for a little bit to do some last minute Christmas shopping all by my self. You might be thinking what a horrible mother. Well, you try to take two children shopping, even to Wal-Mart. Tatertot is still not able to sit up on her own so I have to lug the infant carrier into the store which takes up all the room in the cart and Mr.Beans has to sit in the seat, he tends to get excited about being able to walk and will stand next to me until I hear: Ready,set, go!!! and go he does. He just starts running in any direction. Ah, to be 2 again and not care about running into people (sometimes I don't care either).
This past Sunday, my sixty-something Grandmother (who is as onry(is that spelled right?)as Mr. Beans) and I took both kids out of town to shop, get a haircut for Beans and some shoes too. Everything was fine until we went to Old Navy to pick up a shirt and some cute pink sneakers for Tatertot. Mr. Beans didn't want in the cart, Tatertot was cranky ( she decided to go on a nursing strike this day and then changed her mind once I tried to give her a bottle. We got out of there and go to get Mr. Beans a hair cut, all was fine while he was playing and waiting his turn, Tatertot decided to nurse a little and then decided now was the perfect time to crap her pants. Now I don't know how well known it is that breastfed babies do not have solid eliminations, but it isn't and it is usually pretty foamy. So sue me if you think that is more info than you needed but I'm a mom this is what most of my day revolves around. So change the Tatertot and it is time for Beans to get his hair cut ( we have family pics this Sat.) Even with Elmo playing on the tv, he screams and cries, not even bubbles were helping this situation. Ahh, the power of a safety sucker. Toward the end of his haircut, which he demanded to stand for , I realize he too is dirty in the pants.
After paying for the cut, run to the car for a diaper for him , yes we are working on potty training, so no angry letters about that please. Change him all while he is screaming because I have to put him on the changing table which he hates. Time to leave and he throws another fit. My children are not ususally like this so you can imagine my embarassment. We leave there and headed to the main mall for shoes for Mr. Beans. I tried to nurse Tatertot, none doing, she was to warm and made many attempts at exposing my breast while she was supposed to be nurisng under the blanket. Fine, have the bottle, nope, only met with screams of holy terror fit for a horror movie. All the while Mr. Beans has finally calmed down and is the model of perfect behavior. We get shoes for Mr. Beans and my grandmother has taken off to do some shopping of her own and probably to get away from the terrors that my children have become on that day. Tatertot has erupted into cries of such sorrow it breaks my heart as we wait in line to pay. To put the cherry on top of my crappy Sunday the cashiers at the store( two anorexic teens with too much makeup on) say "Oh, look at her, real tears and everything" No shit, she's a real baby, what did they expect?
Pay and leave a quick as possible and try to feed the tot again. Met with more resistance. Find the grandmother while pushing a double stroller loaded with the 2 yr old two diaper bags, and purchases all while carrying the Tatertot who is pushing 20 pounds. FUN! So happy to be happy to be headed home in the dark and hit snow half way home. And this is when Tatertot decided to wake up and cry from her carseat in the backseat the rest of the way home. Back in town and drop of the Grammamma as Mr. Beans calls her at home and headed home to tell my husband all about his angels and how they acted. Now do you see why a little time away, even to Wal-Mart is coveted time alone?
And here I thought I would have nothing to write about.

Children

Everytime I try to sit down to write something new, my children have the uncanny sense to either wake up such as my 3 month old is doing right now, even though she is supposed to be sleeping, or my 2 year old wakes her up especially during her naps (they take 1 nap at the same time once a day thank God for Elmo!!) or find something that he needs really, really bad right now. I was able to wrap all of the kids presents today between nursing Tatertot (3 month old) and feeding and playing with Mr. Beans (2 year old). You might be thinking what the hell kind of names are those?! Well, like I'm really going to tell you my children's real names. Yes, I'm that overprotective already. So, after a grueling day of present wrapping and nursing, which she has seemed to have kicked that up a notch (Bam!), all three of us took our naps (somewhere in all of this we did actually managed to have a decent breakfast at the table and a good lunch too) and then daddy was home. He's home, he's home is all that Mr. Beans says until his dad actually walks in to the house from the garage. And get this, my husband who works all day, comes home and makes a great supper. I stay home with the kids all day and he cooks at night. Jealous yet? Well, now Tatertot is really starting the momma woo woo cry that tells me she's ready to nurse again.

Silence

This is my first attempt at being a blogger. I am a stay-at-home of two small children: 2 year old boy and a 3 month old girl. Right now the kids are asleep and I don't know what to do with myself. My husband is at work and so are all my friends. So is the life of mine, not a celebrity's life for sure. The house is silent and i can hear the hillbilly neighbors down the road target shooting. We live in the country and they aren't really hillbillies, just farmers and country boys just trying to have some fun. They always seem to know exactly when my two kids are taking their afternoon nap and sure enough: pop, pop they start shooting. Well, time to wake the kids and get ready to head to the store for more baby supplies and etc.