Life's Little Bumps

Reasons my life is stressing me out lately:

1. The holidays are over...I hate taking my tree down and admitting to myself that the holidays are over. I now have to wait a whole year for Christmas and my birthday to come around again...

2. I wasn't able to get the WONDERFUL embroidery machine that I was wanting. Over the past month or so, I have been in talks with a nice lady about buying her machine. She had told the boss she works for that she was wanting to stop doing her embroidery and in a random series of events, she asked me if I was interested. After much thought and deliberation, I decided I would like to do it, and I'd like to buy her machine. For Christmas I told everyone I wanted money to go towards the machine, so I had a nice chunk of change to throw down towards it. It was MUCH more than my first machine, but everything I could ever want and it was a great deal... Sadly, she backed out. She decided at the last minute she wanted and needed to keep the machine to make some extra money. Can't be mad at her for that, but I can still be disappointed. So I am back at square one with finding an embroidery machine. We can't afford a new machine like hers, so I am going to have to get a lesser machine and realize it wasn't meant to be.

3. We took Taylor for a speech evaluation. Found out he is ahead of his chronological age in comprehension, but behind in articulation. Insurance doesn't pay for speech unless it is for drastic reasons, and he isn't in need of drastic intervention. I understand he is a boy and boys develop speech slower than girls. I understand he is perfectly fine and will get it eventually, but I am way too type A to not try and help. I also know that it is not my fault, but as his mother I still question...

I really believe that everything happens for a reason and has a lesson attached to it, so I am trying to learn. One of my resolutions for the year is to try to calm down and not over analyze everything...maybe I'll start that resolution later :)

We all have to grow up sometime...

Friday night was a big first for us...a babysitter...that was NOT related to us. Thankfully I am involved in helping to teach a high school aged bible study, so I have a number of trustworthy girls to choose from. Admittingly, it was harder for me than it was for Taylor. Ally (the wonderful babysitter) was warned ahead of time that he would probably cry, so I got a new special book for Ally to give to Taylor when she arrived and he loved it. She took him into his playroom when we left, and he didn't even know we left. I texted her a few times and she reassured me that everything was and would be fine. Dustin and I had a great time at the Christmas party we went to, and on the way home we were debating what we would find when we walked in. I expected Diego to be on and Taylor happily (hopefully) watching TV, ready for us to come home. When we walked in there were no cartoons on and there was a giggling boy running and playing so happy!! He greated me with a happy "Hi Momma!" and Daddy got one to, but then he moved on. He wanted to hug on Ally next...that made me SO happy! Taylor did wonderful, and I did too. Now we have a wonderful babysitter to rely on.

We all have to grow up sometime...I am trying to catch up to Taylor...

Fun Fact #2

Just so you know...Not all "child proof caps" are Taylor proof.

Taylor has been fighting the teething battle for awhile now, so a bottle of Tylenol can usually be found on his changing table/dresser. I was in the extra bedroom sewing one day and Taylor brought me the bottle....empty.

Somehow the little devil got the lid off and then decided he wanted to sling it around the room and then pour the rest in the middle of his carpet.

If you come visit our house, please look over the tie dye carpet in Taylor's room. I cleaned it the best I could :)

Fun Fact

A Diego potty seat will fit PERFECTLY over a two-year-old's head. He does have a rather large head, so keep that in mind. While it was rather easy for the toddler to get on, it is next to impossible for a Mommy to get it off. Somehow they are able to get that perfect agle to slide it on. Sadly, it does scare the child when he can't get it off and the screams and tears prove it. In an attempt to get pictures to prove this, the toddler may have other ideas. They may not want you to move till you get the potty seat off their head, so pictures may not happen. When taking the potty seat off, know that their poor ears may turn red from the pressure, but keep pulling...it will come off. Thankfully this Mommy didn't have to resort to butter on the sides, but she was seconds away.

Just in case you were wondering...

Hard Life of a Two Year Old

Lately Taylor has been perfecting his ability to throw a full blown tantrum. I think he's got it pretty much down pat. Perfect screaming...perfect drop to the ground...and the all important perfect timing. I know he's two... I know most kids go through this...but it is still very embarrassing. Because I over-analyze everything, I've been thinking about why Taylor does this and this is what I came up with.

From Taylor's point of view...the past weekend...

I am sleeping so soundly, having great dreams of slides, tractors and cars...only to be woke up by Daddy. Time to go to Grandma's. I get there and that girl (cousin Raya) is STILL THERE. Sure she's fun to chase around, and she does pick up all my toys that I throw...but she also takes away from the hugs. For some reason, they like her too. I struggle through the day and make it till Mommy finally comes to get me. She's excited about something, so we hurry home. I didn't get to "talk" to Grandpa. Why not? I ask this in a screaming fashion... We get home and she puts this ridiculous outfit on me and constantly asks me to jump like a frog. I showed you once already Mommy...it hasn't changed in the last 5 minutes. Then she wants to take pictures. More pictures....more pictures...and more pictures. I keep telling her I don't like this hat and take it off, but she keeps putting it back on. Then the people start showing up. I did have fun giving them candy, but why can't it eat more than a few pieces??? There is plenty there. They have tons in their bags...I don't get it. Mommy and Daddy keep telling me to put the candy back. Fine. I'll do it, but I won't like it. Finally they take the costume off!! Woo Hoo!

Saturday...yeah for Saturday. I get to sleep in! Mommy comes in when I call for her and gets me out of bed. I get to eat breakfast...waffles, yummy...but Mommy keeps trying to put other nasty things on my plate. I'm not going to eat it. I won't. I don't care if you tell me I'll like it. Nope. After a bit of playing, Mommy says we are going bye-bye. Yeah!! I love to go bye-bye. I run to the car and climb in the front seat. Time to drive! Mommy won't let me. Why not?? WHY NOT?? Then I find out we are going grocery shopping. Not too bad...just hurry every chance you get Momma. You know you only have a small time frame here before I am over it. I'll time you...GO! Finally the fun part of the store, the frozen food! My FAVORITE part! I love to open and close the doors...and open and close and open and close and open and close... No one ever tells us to stop, so why does Mommy make me?? If I scream loud enough maybe she'll give in. No luck. Back at home. Time for a nap. Not excited about it, but I am kind of tired. Fine...I'll give in. Wake up from a great nap to find Daddy. Yeah!! Going bye-bye again! We end up at Grandpa and Grandma's house. Now there are more people there. Aunt Kary and Uncle Ray and Jacob have come to pick up Raya. Why do they want me to hug them so bad? Why does Aunt Kary want a kiss so bad? I didn't give you one the first time, I'm not going to give you one the 20th time you ask me. Get over it. Time to go home...boy am I tired.

Sunday...get to sleep in AGAIN! Mommy comes to wake me and it's off to church we go. She's always so worried about my hair and sprays me with that dumb water bottle. I wish she'd stop. Now we're at church. We pass the slides and swings, but we can't stop. Get to the classroom and she leaves me!! Where did she go? Is she coming back? These people are nice enough but WHERE IS MY MOMMY?? After what seems like forever...she comes back, whew. Time for a nap...I guess... Wake up and play and then Mommy puts that dumb costume on me AGAIN. I'll show you ONE TIME how a frog jumps. Pay attention Mommy, you're only getting this once. Get to Grandpa and Grandma's house. More pictures. I don't want to hold Raya's hand...I don't want to sit down with her. Not going to do it. Why doesn't she have to wear a hat?? I go into the playroom/office and see the greatest toy ever. A SLIDE!!! Let me push it out into the living room so I can play with it. Mommy comes to put it up. She says it's time to go to church. I don't want to go...I want to slide. Maybe if I scream loud enough she'll give in. Didn't work. We get to church and there are way too many people telling me how cute I am, and wanting to touch me. Don't like it, not one bit. I don't want to play the games. I don't want to ride the train. I want to take this costume off!!! Whoa...wait a second. I see a car. I see a car with a big steering wheel. Maybe if I reach for this nice man, he'll put me in his car and let me drive. It worked! He was handing out candy out of the trunk and let me play in his car. This is great!!! Then Mommy ruined my fun and took me out. Time to cry. Let's try louder...didn't work. Finally go back home and take the costume. I hope that is the end of that.

So as you can see...it's rough being a two year old. I have every reason in the world to throw a tantrum :) I don't know why people don't understand this...

Too Quick!

If you have children...don't blink, you might miss something.

Taylor is growing up too quick! Everyday he gets more animated and is developing quite the sneaky personality. Yesterday I laid him down for a nap when I got him home and he fought and fought and fought. He DID NOT want to lay down and he DID NOT want to take a nap. Usually if I leave him in there (he's still in the crib) he'll stop fighting it and give in and lay down. I was in the guest bedroom sewing and I could hear him talking and yelling for me. All of a sudden, it stopped. I figured he had finally given in and laid down. Then I hear a big BOOM! I run into the room to find Taylor standing at the door "Hi Momma! Hi Momma!" AND he has taken his clothes off.

Wow...he's two...he's REALLY REALLY two.

Lately I have heard that three is the new two...if that is true, don't tell me yet :)

They are still out there...

Yesterday morning I did my normal routine. Got up REALLY early...got ready...went to get my purse together...made sure I had everything...went to the diaper bag to get my wallet (we had went shopping the day before, so I put it in there), and IT WAS NOT THERE. So I go back to my purse and make sure I hadn't gotten ahead of myself and put it in there, and it wasn't there either. Now I go to the truck and search it to see if I dropped it when we went shopping the night before, not there either. Now I feel sick. I then search the the house to see if Taylor happened to get it out and play with it...can't find it... By this point I was freaking out. Dustin got up and helped me look, and he couldn't find it. I called Wal-Mart to see if someone had turned it in...nope.

I now calm myself as best I can and call to cancel all my cards. Great. Now I am thinking through everything I had in my wallet... Again, I feel sick.

Before I head to work, I figure it wouldn't hurt to drive out to Wal-Mart to see if someone else had found it. Sadly, no....

Now I head into work...driving very carefully, because it wouldn't be a lot of fun to get pulled over without a license... Over the next few hours I continue to check on the activity on my cards and there hasn't been any yet. Then Dustin calls. He tells me to write down the number he was giving me. He had just gotten a call from First TN about my wallet. Turns out someone found it in the parking lot and picked it up and was trying to get ahold of me. I called her and she had my wallet at her house!!!!!

I went to her house to get it and could not believe everything was still there. She wanted me to go through my wallet in front of her, so I knew she didn't steal anything.

It's nice to know there are nice people out there still...