His Laugh is so contagious! I love it!
Today Marshall was downstairs watching Sesame Street while I was doing some cleaning and getting lunch ready. I hear him giggle, and then just burst out into his cute, adorable, real, contagious laugh. I didn't even know what he was laughing about, but from upstairs I was laughing too!
I love that he can make me laugh without even knowing it!!
Love you Big M!
Love Mom :)
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
crazy, terrible, no good day
It's been one of those days...who am I kidding it's been one of those weeks!! I honestly don't know what has happened with Marshall. It seems as though something has just snapped inside. He is absolutely crazy! Running everywhere, non stop jibberish (aka noise) coming from his mouth. The thing that is driving me crazy the most is the fact that he is not listening at ALL. I seriously have to repeat everything 10 times.
Today I was way past the end of my rope with him. It doesn't help that this week is that.time.of.the.month for me so I'm already a little more 'moody' & (by choice) I'm at my SIL's house so therefore no parental trade offs to allow me a cool down!!
Not a thing I said today made any sense to Marshall. He did not listen at all. I was so worked up, and frustrated with him! I have no clue what to do. How do I discipline with love, while still letting him know that I mean business!
Bed time was a gong show! We are all in the same room, so the hecticness is a little crazy. I put P in her playpen, got M in his bed, told him to stay in his bed and not to bother P. Five minutes after walking out I see the light go on, then the talking started, then laughing...and then crying. I then go in, re-settle the kids into their beds. This happens about five different times and each time trying to get through to M that he can not bother Paisley and he needs to stay in his bed!! Finally after getting P settled in the playpen, I remove M from the room and make him sleep on the bathroom floor (just until P fell asleep). When it's time to put M back in the room I slowly and sternly tell him that he must not make any noise what.so.ever!
After I get M back into his bed, I'm leaning over him with my forehead to his. I tell him that if he wakes Paisley up or bothers her at all it will make Mommy so very sad.
What he does next, melted my heart. He puts his arms around my neck and in the sweetest voice he has he says "Don't cry Mom"
I gave him a kiss and told him I loved him very much, and I needed him to go to sleep.
Afterwords I was thinking to myself. What happened that made today the way it was? Why was I so incredibly lost with him? Where did my patients go?!
Then out of no where the scene from Legally Blonde comes to mind when Elle is trying to convince her team that Brooke is innocent
"Exercising releases endorphans, endorphans make you happy, happy people don't just kill their husbands"
It was then I realized that I didn't get to do my work out today....If this is how my day turns out when I don't exercise....I will never miss another workout again!!
Today I was way past the end of my rope with him. It doesn't help that this week is that.time.of.the.month for me so I'm already a little more 'moody' & (by choice) I'm at my SIL's house so therefore no parental trade offs to allow me a cool down!!
Not a thing I said today made any sense to Marshall. He did not listen at all. I was so worked up, and frustrated with him! I have no clue what to do. How do I discipline with love, while still letting him know that I mean business!
Bed time was a gong show! We are all in the same room, so the hecticness is a little crazy. I put P in her playpen, got M in his bed, told him to stay in his bed and not to bother P. Five minutes after walking out I see the light go on, then the talking started, then laughing...and then crying. I then go in, re-settle the kids into their beds. This happens about five different times and each time trying to get through to M that he can not bother Paisley and he needs to stay in his bed!! Finally after getting P settled in the playpen, I remove M from the room and make him sleep on the bathroom floor (just until P fell asleep). When it's time to put M back in the room I slowly and sternly tell him that he must not make any noise what.so.ever!
After I get M back into his bed, I'm leaning over him with my forehead to his. I tell him that if he wakes Paisley up or bothers her at all it will make Mommy so very sad.
What he does next, melted my heart. He puts his arms around my neck and in the sweetest voice he has he says "Don't cry Mom"
I gave him a kiss and told him I loved him very much, and I needed him to go to sleep.
Afterwords I was thinking to myself. What happened that made today the way it was? Why was I so incredibly lost with him? Where did my patients go?!
Then out of no where the scene from Legally Blonde comes to mind when Elle is trying to convince her team that Brooke is innocent
"Exercising releases endorphans, endorphans make you happy, happy people don't just kill their husbands"
It was then I realized that I didn't get to do my work out today....If this is how my day turns out when I don't exercise....I will never miss another workout again!!
Monday, July 12, 2010
Don't call me names
You know I try to be a good person, Christlike and giving of my time/possessions. But when it just gets thrown back in my face with no thanks at all, it drives me crazy!
This morning I've been trying to tackle this still-not-unpacked-and-organized-house of ours! I left the front door open because it was letting in a wonderful breeze.
I was washing out my garbage pails in the kitchen sink when I hear a loud "HELLO!?" from the font door. I walk towards it to see this young lady, who has large black bags under her eyes and seems like she is hung over/recovering from some sort of narcotic, missing multiple teeth and most likely homeless or something close to it.
She asks me if I have 5 bucks to give her. She's starving and needs food. Marshall then comes to the door (he always needs to investigate who comes to the door). She sees him and then says she needs the 5 bucks for her kids, their hungry. I ask her how many she has, she replies 3.
I say "You need food? I'll give you food. I have lots of apples, crackers, I'll make them sandwiches"
I go into the kitchen to grab some apples. I put them in a bag, and while I'm in there she yells
"I don't need food hunny, I need money"
I replie "I'm not giving you money hunny (just because she called me that, and I detest that 'pet name') But I would be more than happy to give you food"
I hand her the bag of apples, she rolls her eyes and starts to mouth me off using words I don't want to hear and really don't want Marshall to hear. I promptly shut the door and lock it! I then hear a loud thud, I peak out the curtains and this girl has chucked the bag of apples at my stairs!!
So to the girl who came by my house this morning:
I'm not stupid, I know what you want the money for! Sorry but I won't support that. If in fact you are hungry, come back and I will gladly share my food with you, and maybe bring your kids this time so that they can have some too, I don't like to hear that children are going hungry! Oh and don't get any ideas of vandalizing my property because I will remember what you look like! And please, don't call me names, especially in front of my child!
...now back to making some order in this house!
This morning I've been trying to tackle this still-not-unpacked-and-organized-house of ours! I left the front door open because it was letting in a wonderful breeze.
I was washing out my garbage pails in the kitchen sink when I hear a loud "HELLO!?" from the font door. I walk towards it to see this young lady, who has large black bags under her eyes and seems like she is hung over/recovering from some sort of narcotic, missing multiple teeth and most likely homeless or something close to it.
She asks me if I have 5 bucks to give her. She's starving and needs food. Marshall then comes to the door (he always needs to investigate who comes to the door). She sees him and then says she needs the 5 bucks for her kids, their hungry. I ask her how many she has, she replies 3.
I say "You need food? I'll give you food. I have lots of apples, crackers, I'll make them sandwiches"
I go into the kitchen to grab some apples. I put them in a bag, and while I'm in there she yells
"I don't need food hunny, I need money"
I replie "I'm not giving you money hunny (just because she called me that, and I detest that 'pet name') But I would be more than happy to give you food"
I hand her the bag of apples, she rolls her eyes and starts to mouth me off using words I don't want to hear and really don't want Marshall to hear. I promptly shut the door and lock it! I then hear a loud thud, I peak out the curtains and this girl has chucked the bag of apples at my stairs!!
So to the girl who came by my house this morning:
I'm not stupid, I know what you want the money for! Sorry but I won't support that. If in fact you are hungry, come back and I will gladly share my food with you, and maybe bring your kids this time so that they can have some too, I don't like to hear that children are going hungry! Oh and don't get any ideas of vandalizing my property because I will remember what you look like! And please, don't call me names, especially in front of my child!
...now back to making some order in this house!
Monday, July 5, 2010
Boys
I don't know what was different about today than any other day, but boy oh boy was Marshall OFF the wall!! He was absolutely nuts! I don't know where he got his energy from, but I wouldn't mind a bit if he shared with me, even just a little!!
We just moved into the other side of the duplex and I still have some organizing to do, so needless to say there are still boxes everywhere. This morning I was trying to get the dishes done and figure out how I wanted my kitchen set up/re-arranging cupboards.
Paisley was down for a nap so I was trying to make the most of the time by getting stuff done. Marshall was seriously here, there and everywhere. Running around inside and out. He asked for a snack so I cut up an apple for him and told him to eat it on the steps outside!
I don't think this kid knows how to talk quietly-at all! (which is something I am currently working on with him...INSIDE voice...PLEASE!)
So I'm doing to the dishes when I hear-
"Maaaan....MAAAAAN....maaaan" I knew right away he must have seen the Mailman!! I quickly run outside and tell him to stop yelling at the mailman, that he couldn't talk to him right now because he was doing his job, which was to give everyone their mail. I tell him to calm down and NOT to yell at people.
A little while later I hear more yelling. My brother-in-law Jay comes in (he's here re-doing the bathroom) and asks
J-"Did you hear Marshall?"
K-"I heard him, but I don't know what he said"
He then goes on to reenact what Marshall said/did.
Marshall is standing outside by the front stairs holding a stick in one hand with it raised up in the air above his head. He then starts to yell while looking around to see if anyone can hear him "I FOUND A STIIIIIIIIICK" (repeating it over and over)
All morning I kept saying "oh my goodness, I don't know what is up with Marshall today, he is crazy" Finally at lunch time Jay says "I think he's just being a boy"
My conclusion - Boys are crazy!! But crazy or not I still love mine!!
We just moved into the other side of the duplex and I still have some organizing to do, so needless to say there are still boxes everywhere. This morning I was trying to get the dishes done and figure out how I wanted my kitchen set up/re-arranging cupboards.
Paisley was down for a nap so I was trying to make the most of the time by getting stuff done. Marshall was seriously here, there and everywhere. Running around inside and out. He asked for a snack so I cut up an apple for him and told him to eat it on the steps outside!
I don't think this kid knows how to talk quietly-at all! (which is something I am currently working on with him...INSIDE voice...PLEASE!)
So I'm doing to the dishes when I hear-
"Maaaan....MAAAAAN....maaaan" I knew right away he must have seen the Mailman!! I quickly run outside and tell him to stop yelling at the mailman, that he couldn't talk to him right now because he was doing his job, which was to give everyone their mail. I tell him to calm down and NOT to yell at people.
A little while later I hear more yelling. My brother-in-law Jay comes in (he's here re-doing the bathroom) and asks
J-"Did you hear Marshall?"
K-"I heard him, but I don't know what he said"
He then goes on to reenact what Marshall said/did.
Marshall is standing outside by the front stairs holding a stick in one hand with it raised up in the air above his head. He then starts to yell while looking around to see if anyone can hear him "I FOUND A STIIIIIIIIICK" (repeating it over and over)
All morning I kept saying "oh my goodness, I don't know what is up with Marshall today, he is crazy" Finally at lunch time Jay says "I think he's just being a boy"
My conclusion - Boys are crazy!! But crazy or not I still love mine!!
