I am not adjusting very well to having two kiddos. After 6 months I worry about Kylan daily and I feel horrible that I just don't have the patience to handle his crazy love of Faith.
Oh how I worry. I worry about whether he's getting enough attention and feel bad that I don't give him more but Faith needs me... {sigh} everyone needs me {head hang}. I'm not enough for everyone and I'm not enough for anyone.
My sweet Faith has been trying to learn to crawl for the past few weeks; this is what I am blaming for her new awful sleeping habits. She will not sleep at daycare lately unless someone is holding her and sadly they do not have the time to hold her for a 2-3 hour nap. At home she sleeps in a carrier (thank you Boba I would never survive without you). But after 3+ hour with a baby on my back I want some personal space and for no one to need me for anything (and my back hurts if I pick the wrong carrier).
Oh Kylan, why won't you listen to me? I can ask you a hundred times to pick something up or to get your clothes on and unless I YELL you either don't hear me or don't think I mean it...I'm not sure which. Maybe I should have been yelling at you since you were 1, then maybe you'd know I mean it. {head hang} I hate to yell. I ask nicely. I say please. Yelling feels like being a bad mom. I love you, I don't want to yell. {sigh} We'll get through this I'm sure, we have to, for time waits for no man. I just wish I knew how to handle it better. I feel like I stink at this whole mom thing these days {tears}.
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Tuesday, January 8, 2013
On Hold
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Tuesday, May 15, 2012
This Kid's a Screamer.
See this kid?
Don't let his sleeping innocents fool you. He's a screamer. "Oh it can't be that bad." You think to yourself. Ha! Think again. This kid'll out scream any kid you got and has been this way since the day he was born.
He has screamed in the car all the way from Burley, Idaho to Idaho Falls. Crashed for 20 minutes only to wake up and start whaling again. If you put him in his room and shut the door for some "time out" he'll scream for more than an hour if you let him. AND he'll bang things on the door. Anything he can find.
Today went like this: grouchy pants needs a nap. We come home and prepare for nap time. Step one, take shoes off. Crying ensues. Step 2, try to read him a book. All hell breaks loose. I put him in his room because there is no reasoning with this kid like this. He cries & tries to run out of his room. He gets put back in his room with the door shut this time. *He weeps, he wails, he whacks stuff against the door. If the whacking gets too heavy I go in and take out whatever it is.* Repeat.** After taking out: 1 basket of stuffed animals, 1 box of Mr. Potato heads, 1 box of marble mania, 1 Melissa & Doug shape sorter toy, 1 pop up 123 toy, 1 fisher price drum, 1 hammer/ball toy, and 1 DVD player (yes the DVD player was found by the door not on the dresser where it normally goes for breathing treatments) I finally decided to go in and stop him. As I was opening the door he was going for the little people train set to whack against the door no doubt. This went on for at least 45 minutes.
We could have never done cry it out with this kid he'd have cried til he threw up every time. I have no idea what I'm going to do with this 2 year old.
Don't let his sleeping innocents fool you. He's a screamer. "Oh it can't be that bad." You think to yourself. Ha! Think again. This kid'll out scream any kid you got and has been this way since the day he was born.
He has screamed in the car all the way from Burley, Idaho to Idaho Falls. Crashed for 20 minutes only to wake up and start whaling again. If you put him in his room and shut the door for some "time out" he'll scream for more than an hour if you let him. AND he'll bang things on the door. Anything he can find.
Today went like this: grouchy pants needs a nap. We come home and prepare for nap time. Step one, take shoes off. Crying ensues. Step 2, try to read him a book. All hell breaks loose. I put him in his room because there is no reasoning with this kid like this. He cries & tries to run out of his room. He gets put back in his room with the door shut this time. *He weeps, he wails, he whacks stuff against the door. If the whacking gets too heavy I go in and take out whatever it is.* Repeat.** After taking out: 1 basket of stuffed animals, 1 box of Mr. Potato heads, 1 box of marble mania, 1 Melissa & Doug shape sorter toy, 1 pop up 123 toy, 1 fisher price drum, 1 hammer/ball toy, and 1 DVD player (yes the DVD player was found by the door not on the dresser where it normally goes for breathing treatments) I finally decided to go in and stop him. As I was opening the door he was going for the little people train set to whack against the door no doubt. This went on for at least 45 minutes.
We could have never done cry it out with this kid he'd have cried til he threw up every time. I have no idea what I'm going to do with this 2 year old.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Needing to Vent be Warned
Do NOT read this if you are going to have a problem with me later for it. I just need to vent and there's no one here to talk to but my 16 month old and he won't empathize with me.
I HATE OUR NEIGHBORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know the ones that live below us. Her parents own their unit and APPARENTLY one of the other buildings in the complex. They think that it is their RIGHT to park where the HELL EVER THEY WANT in the parking lot. EVEN if that includes parking RIGHT BEHIND MY CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is out my front door and see that white corner in the bottom of the picture, That's where my car is parked. I will admit that yesterday she was parked farther back and yesterday I wrote in the dirt that was on the side of her car. I'm not proud of it but I was mad and they don't seem to be getting the message. See the NO PARKING sign. Yeah, they can't read either. I've left notes on their cars asking them not to park there. I've talked to them in person and they don't care. They think that they are ABOVE the rules. They may own the building but they don't own the parking lot! If they do get their way and become chairman of the home owners association there won't be a thing I can do about it except maybe TOWANDA their car.
If only I were older and had more insurance....If only.
I HATE OUR NEIGHBORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You know the ones that live below us. Her parents own their unit and APPARENTLY one of the other buildings in the complex. They think that it is their RIGHT to park where the HELL EVER THEY WANT in the parking lot. EVEN if that includes parking RIGHT BEHIND MY CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is out my front door and see that white corner in the bottom of the picture, That's where my car is parked. I will admit that yesterday she was parked farther back and yesterday I wrote in the dirt that was on the side of her car. I'm not proud of it but I was mad and they don't seem to be getting the message. See the NO PARKING sign. Yeah, they can't read either. I've left notes on their cars asking them not to park there. I've talked to them in person and they don't care. They think that they are ABOVE the rules. They may own the building but they don't own the parking lot! If they do get their way and become chairman of the home owners association there won't be a thing I can do about it except maybe TOWANDA their car.
If only I were older and had more insurance....If only.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
The Handyman
Have you met my hubby? No. You really should. He's an awesome guy. He can do almost anything: my car, my toilet, my walls, he paints, he nail guns, he hammers, he screws things (oh wait, now don't get dirty on me) His most recent manliness was demonstrated by his fixing my dryer.
Ya see, on of those paddle-thingys on the inside (you know the ones that help toss the clothes around) it tried to eat one of my wash cloths because it was loose. So my totally awesome hubby did what he does best...He took the dryer apart.
Ya see, on of those paddle-thingys on the inside (you know the ones that help toss the clothes around) it tried to eat one of my wash cloths because it was loose. So my totally awesome hubby did what he does best...He took the dryer apart.
See how the top is no longer on my dryer?
It's all good now though he got the paddle in position, screwed her up and saved my day!
SEE! He's Soooooo HANDY!!!
please forgive my pictures, my laundry room is small and I could only get the door open half way with the dryer pulled out to even get a picture and it's only a $50 camera so forgive it's crappy white balance ok?
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