I started a new blog last January, a daily journal about the funny thing my kids say and do. If you'd like the link, leave me your email address and I'll send you an invite.
I went to Target with Kambree, Brynlee and Jonah today. Since Jonah's car seat takes up the entire basket, I got the cart with the seat attachment, so that the girls would have a place to sit. The basket is so heavy when all three of them are in it and having a broken wheel didn't make pushing it any easier. We walked past a display of Doritos so I grabbed a bag and opened it for the girls. Brynlee was shoveling them in her mouth as fast as she could when she suddenly started gagging. I told her to slow down, chew and swallow. She just kept gagging. My first instinct was to save the chips, since I wanted some for later! Just as I saw a trace of Dorito drool start to come out of Brynlee's mouth, she gagged and puked! I instantly cupped my hands together and caught it, not a drop on the floor! Then she gagged again and I caught another mouthful! When the third round came out, the puke started spilling over my hands and began to run through my fingers. She threw up two more times, all over her face & Minnie Mouse dress. Then the really craziness began! If you weren't one of the horrified bystanders watching us with your mouth hanging open, then you were one of the few shoppers wondering if there was a fire truck in the building. There wasn't...it was Brynlee crying as loud as she possibly could! Kambree was just beside herself over all the drama and started screaming over and over and over, "Why Brynee throwing up, why, why? Why Brynee throwing up Mom? Why she throw up on her dress, why?!" I stood there in the back of Target with Dorito puke cupped in my hands, my children completely traumatized, thinking to myself, "Holy crap how am I going to get all the way up to the bathrooms?" I knew that I was being watched on the security cameras so I didn't dare dump the puke on the floor and yell "Clean up on aisle 6!" So, since none of the staring strangers offered to help me, I hunched my body over the bar of the basket and with my hands cupped together over Brynlee's lap, I did my best to quiet and comfort my inconsolable children while I pushed the basket with my boobs up to the front of the store! Don't forget, the basket is very heavy and broken! At some point, Kambree got disgusted by all the throw up on Brynlee and jumped out of the basket. She began walking next to me, still demanding to know why Brynlee threw up in the store! We were by the kids department when Kambree started pulling on my pants yelling, "Mom, waaaait, I'm tiiiired, carry me!" and then stopped walking. Um, seriously Kambree?! I just kept on walking at a turtle's pace up to the front of the store when Kambree ran up behind me and pulled on my pants crying, "WAIT! CARRY ME!" In that moment, Kambree pulled my pants more than half way down my cheeks! There I stood, bent over a basket, my hands still cupped together holding puke, mooning all of the people in Target! I just stood there completely helpless, shaking my head, glaring at the camera in front of me, knowing all to well that the security guard watching me was laughing his head off! I cursed him under my breath for not getting on his stupid radio to send me some desperately needed help! I looked around and began to laugh at the horror I saw on people's faces. As I stood there with my "I just gave birth to a 10 pound baby" butt hanging out, I was again in awe that nobody offered to help me! If they weren't going to offer to pull my basket up to the bathrooms, they certainly weren't going to offer to pull up my pants! I didn't dare ask my three year old daughter to try and pull them up cuz I probably would have ended up with my pants around my knees! I took a long, deep breath and then began my journey up to the bathrooms, bent over the cart, butt fully exposed, completely mortified! As I turned the corner I could see the bathrooms straight ahead. I could also see 5 women who obviously ran into each other at the store, standing in front of me blocking the aisle. The women were all my age with no kids. Two of them were very cute girls and one of them could have been a model! At this point I began to swear up a storm in my mind! As they separated their carts to make room for me to walk through them, I couldn't help but notice the disgust on their faces and I was grateful that I couldn't see their expressions once I passed them! ha haI finally made it to the bathrooms only to discover that I had to pull the bathroom door open! There were 4 women with toddlers and a young guy in his 20's standing near me. I rolled my eyes, sighed heavily and said, "Excuse me, could someone PLEASE open the door for me!" I shouldn't have been so surprised when the 20 year old MAN was the one to open the WOMAN'S bathroom door, but I was!After spending 20 minutes in the bathroom, I was ready to make a mad dash for the front doors! Oh crap!, I just realized I still had to pay for that stupid bag of Doritos that caused all this drama in the first place! As we finally walked out of the bathroom Kambree started screaming, "Mom wait! We can't go out there! Everyone will see Brynee's boobs!" Where the heck was her concern for my exposed butt!!!
These days, I am constantly bumping into Burt and he is constantly telling me to go on a diet! :)
I think I just might do that, a rapid "have a baby" diet. I went to the doctor on Friday and I am dialated to a one, woohoo!
I love Field Day! It's so fun to watch Makenze giggle and be silly with her friends!
This year Makenzee did the Kung Fu Panda dance. It was by far, the cutest dance out of the whole school, and I'm not just saying that because she's my daughter!
We came home from church and Kambree wanted to stay in the car and watch a movie. Burt thought it would be fine so he started her movie over and UNBUCKLED OUR TWO YEAR OLD from her car seat and went into the house. I went upstairs to feed Brynlee and put her down for a nap, not knowing that she was unbuckled. About 20 minutes later Burt heard Kambree screaming, "I'm scared Daddy, I'm scared!" He went out to the garage and found her standing in the front seat looking in the rear view mirror, my red lipstick in hand! As soon as she saw him she casually said, "Oh hi Dad, do you like my wipstick?"
You should have seen my car! Red lipstick on the ceiling, on both chairs, the mirror and the steering wheel! Yikes what a mess! But what could you do at this point, except laugh and take a picture! (January 11, 2009)
But this picture says it all! I am one TIRED Mama! After chasing "Thing 1 and Thing 2" around all day and dealing with all of the drama that comes with a 19, oops, I mean 9 year old daughter, I'm too tired to sit down at 11 o'clock at night and blog. OK fine!!!, I've been Facebooking! Yes, I am a Facebook addict! Every spare second I have is spent on Facebook! I have neglected my blog because of Facebook! I have neglected my children because of Facebook! My two year old walks around the house saying "shhh, Mommy's facebooking!" I have even neglected my husband because of Facebook! When he wants to spend time with me I invite him to pull up a chair and check out Facebook with me. When he starts yelling, "FACEBOOKING IS NOT QUALITY TIME", I put my hand on his knee and pull my chair a little closer.
*some of these facts may have been exaggerated to make a more interesting post*
Brynlee is the happiest baby I know. She is always smiling and laughing. Guess that's why we call her Grynee Brynee!
Brynlee is 10 months old and loves to talk! Don't forget to scroll down to my radio and mute the music so you can hear her.
Nine days before Thanksgiving I started getting sick with the flu and my friend Aimee stopped by to bring me some soup. I was standing on my front steps, in my bare feet with no coat, talking to her, when suddenly there was a click and we soon discovered that Kambree had locked me out of the house! By the time Burt got home I had been standing out in the cold, again bare foot, and already sick, for 38 minutes! Luckily Kambree stayed at the window the entire time asking me to let her out. Oh, and in case you were worried? I was holding Brynlee. As time went on, I got sicker and sicker and sicker. Fevers, chills and the most painful body aches I have ever experienced. I finally couldn't take it anymore and Burt took me to the hospital. The ride there was absolute torture. It seemed like I was in the car for 10 hours and sitting in the waiting room was even worse. I truly thought I was dying! I'm not kidding! My body ached and my bones throbbed and I was convinced that I had bone cancer and was dying. Burt laughed and laughed and thought I was so funny, but I wasn't laughing! When I started crying he took me serious and reassured me that I wasn't dying, but I didn't believe him, after all, he's not a doctor! It turns out that I had "Stage 4 strep throat" and they sent me home with 3 or 4 prescriptions.
This is me in the waiting room thinking I'm dying.
After what seemed like another 10 hour car ride, Burt finally got me home and into bed. I was still convinced that I was dying and begged Burt to bring me my kids. Makenzee was at school and Kambree was napping so he brought me sweet little Bryn.
I was home in bed hooked up to an IV because I was so dehydrated. They pumped a "super strong" antibiotic through it and some kind of pain reliever that pretty much knocked me out.
Burt got to play doctor and remove the IV when the bag was empty. Since I was completely out of it, I can't tell you if he caused me more pain or not!
