I don't want to talk about it!!

I am from New England. Born and raised.
I love the seasons, I love the sports, I love day to day changes...but what I don't love is the constant complaining or having to listen to the same conversations day in and day out!

Massachusetts gets cold, snow, rain and the dreaded winter mix of slush...yuck. No one really likes it but living here you have to expect it. But everyday that is all I hear is...oh another fabulous day in new england...or I can't take this weather anymore...or can you believe it is snowing again. Come on people, it is the winter in new england we are supposed to get snow and cold.
The other thing is the Super Bowl....ok we lost bummer....there is always next year. The Pats are human...aren't they entitled to lose a game here and there without being criticized for it??

I am looking for a mix in conversation. I would even welcome listening about Britney Spears for goodness sake!!

What have I become?

This blog makes me feel like I have the shoulder to complain too. Maybe it is my own little private Idaho!! But I honestly feel like I can spill the beans and not be judge...hence this complaint!

Being the proud mother of 2 amazing little men makes me the proudest person in the world. I feel that is the one thing that I have done without flaw. I also feel that I am doing an OK job at it, as well. With that, I also feel that I can let my hair down a bit...or up for that matter.

The other day, I came home from work. I just changed my schedule and work an additional 2 full days in the office. I get home at 4:45 pm, I rush and pick up the baby from my mothers (who thank GOD that she watches the baby) and then I go home to where Trent is waiting for me. He gets picked up from school on the two days from my mother in law...another Thank you GOD!!!

So at this point I am a mental case rushing because I know that dinner needs to be made, baby changed or fed, Trent makes a mess with his toys that require picking up and then I need to get out of my work clothes and into something much more comfortable....and up goes the hair in a clip. It is bad enough that I smell like baby formula at the end of the night but I don't need it in my hair too! So I go up to my bed room to change and I am rushing mind you to hurry and take care of everyone and there is my husband...relaxing!!!! RELAXING!!!! Oh he is home and I have to run around while all he has to do is just help a little! But I guess he is tired...did he wake up 5 times last night to replace a Binky that does not want to stay in my baby's mouth or did he go down to the kitchen at 4 am for a cup of cold apple juice, that my other bubba wanted??? No he did not. But that is not the true complaint here. What upset me is......when I got home I threw on the first comfortable thing I could find which happened to be a pair of feety pj's. If you don't know what feety pj's are, think of a big bunny..that's what they are. Anyway, mine are huge on me and I trip so I put a belt on so I could cook dinner without falling. I looked silly but it was warm and who cares I am home in the privacy of my own house!!!

Well, my sweet darling husband said" what the hell are you wearing" I said it was the first thing that I found that was warm. "well you make it very hard for me!" that was his response. I turned and said hard for what?and he said to find you attractive! WHAT A JERK!!!!
I made dinner and I ate alone...and then of course I yelled after and told him that he was rude and that he is not perfect and I do everything and if I want to put on something ugly I will.He said just because you are a mother you don't have to look like one. You leave for work all cute and come home to me and don't care what you look like. He was so bent out of shape...like I don't care about him or something.
I just ignored him and went to bed....of course I changed into my silk pj's...not for him but the others get to hot!!! Can you believe him???? or have I become a "mom"????

The desire to read

Trent is my sweetheart. Smart, funny and totally cute.
Lately, he has been going around and pronouncing words and telling me what letter they begin with. I asked him if he would like to read. He informed me that he knows how to read already. I had to bust his bubble and tell him that memorizing his story word for word is not reading....it is memorizing.
His face had many looks just then...confusion, doubt and disappointment.

I could not stand to see him like that so, I bravely told him that "Mom is going to teach you how to read!" Well, the happy face came back and was thrilled to learn that he would be the only one in his K1 class to be able to read.

As I turned the lights off and tried to drift off to sleep, I was haunted by the thought of me not being able to teach him how to read....not that he would not be able to do it but I have NO IDEA HOW TO DO IT!!!!!!!

Flick goes the lights and I take my hot pink pj's with lipsticks and lips all over them and jump on the computer and I do a Google search on "How to teach a child to read". It took me forever to get through the lists of what to do, what not to do and what books I had to purchase in order to teach my very eager boy how to read.

The suggestions were from people who home school their children and they already have the supplies and the time slotted for this stuff. I was trying to make this fun and do it at his pace...and he is only 4.

Off goes the lights and I get some sleep.

The next morning I get him to school and I ask his teacher if it is a good idea or will it set him back, blah, blah....she said it would be great if he has an interest and not to force it. I asked her professional advice and she told me that she would consult the K2 teacher.

I am grateful for the teachers who really do care and I am happy I made the choice to send him to this school. I will wait for the advice from the teacher and I will use his chalk board in his bedroom to do some simple phonics and make it fun. But if anyone who has any advice or experience with this...I would love to hear from you.

so much going on but nothing to talk about

I read blogs and think wow, these people have a lot going on in their lives. Some interesting, some strange, some boring but at least they have something to talk about.

I have a lot going on in my life but nothing to talk about. How weird is that??

I have a new baby, but you all know that. I have a hysterical 4 year old...again you all know that. My husband has been away for six months and just got home...but I don't feel like talking about that...work, well work is work and not matter how much sugar you put on it, it still stinks having to figure out what you are going to wear in the morning.
I have a christening for my baby this weekend but I have a caterer doing the food, so I have no good recipes to share.
I am dealing with trying to lose the baby weight but who wants to hear me complain about tight jeans and my butt giggling up the stairs after me when I run up them...nah, that is too boring.

So as I sit here at my computer chomping on my Swedish fish, listening to " Doing the Butt". I will think of something crafty or funny to right about...but for now I have a small case of writers block.
Do the professionals get this??? hmmm, that could be a good topic.

Do you sometimes.....fake it?

Ah ha, you all thought the title was meaning something fresh...but now what I want to know is sometimes do you fake paying attention when your spouse or partner is talking?

I had a phone conversation with my husband who LOVES to talk about the military...which I really don't have an interest in. He was going on and on about something to be quite honest, I really don't remember. Anyway, he was talking a mile a minute and something distracted me...the baby crying or Trent pulling at me for attention...could have been anything, but anyway I did not even remember he was talking about it and I changed the subject and he got real quiet and I said ok well I gotta go and get Trent ready for bed and he was like ok, real short and I said, what is wrong and he was like....I was talking about blah, blah and you just cut me off.
Now this is coming from a guy who was not hear for the end of my pregnancy or the birth of his child and I actually felt guilty about being rude. I am a sucker so I acted interested and asked questions and kept the conversation going until the call got dropped..gotta love cell phones...
I tried to call back but went right to voice mail...I had more important things to do than listen about his friend going somewhere in the world...
Most of our "exciting" conversations are always about him.......hmmmmmmm, is this a selfish person or am I just boring?

I may not be Martha Stewart, but I tried!

Life is crazy...in a nutshell!
I have a 4 year old who is awesome and now a three month old who is just starting to become fun.
I have no time to shave my legs, style my hair or iron my shirts but I did find the time to make my sons halloween costume.
He loves sharks. Ok, loves is an understatement...he is obsessed with them. So the only obvious solution is to make him a shark costume. hahahahahaha...I could have purchased one online and still would have done it cheaper.
I got the material and supplies for this disaster and spent about what I could have gotten it for but NOOOOOOO I wanted to be a freaking June Cleaver and make the damn thing. Stupid girl, I lived the stupid blonde joke life!
It took me HOURS...bloody finger tips from sewing through tough material, blisters from cutting the material and the frigging thing came out looking like a sting ray. Trent liked it, did not love it but it was an ocean creature to say the least.
No one wanted to hurt my feelings except my darling husband. I sent him a photo of it and he laughed and said that is the ugliest shark I have ever seen....go buy him one so he is not the laughing stock of the school and neighborhood.
I made the poor kid put it on and laughed and said, Dude, mom is going to buy you one. Well, no sharks are anywhere to be found so we settled on Mr. Incredible.
He is so cute with the mask and the fake muscles.
I guess I should stick to things I do best....sewing, not so good!

Sleep. Is it really needed anyway?

Well, I have been gone for some time now and I feel I should offer an explaination.

I had a baby.

I had a baby boy on August 4th. Maybe you read my previous post about how I was going to get him out. I was on the fence with doing another c-section, planned of course or a vbac (vaginal birth after c-section). Anyway my little bundle was 15 days early and they did not anticipate him being very big so I did the vbac. He was only 7lbs 4 oz. Everyone says that is a good size but my first son was 10 lbs. so anything under that seems small to me.

His name is Dashiell Luke but we call him Dash.

My son Trent named him...and he is named after the Disney character from the Incredibles. I tell strangers that he is named after the author.

With my husband still away it is tough for me to have anytime for myself, or even using the computer, which requires two hands.

So sleep is not happening very often on my end...but my poor husband has not even met the baby and that is so sad for him. So I may be sleep deprived but at least I am home with my kids. He will be home in November and then will be leaving for Iraq sometime in January. The baby will have to wait a couple of years to know his father. Sucks!

I will be sharing my stories of boogies, poops and puke in blogs to come. I will be going back to work so blogging will be a lot easier :-)