Joe and Flappy

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Friends, especially fellow parenting friends, I have opened a can of worms and want nothing more than to chuck the entire container into the ocean but I have no idea how. Last Thursday one-or both- of the boys was in that pre-meltdown fuss, the phase of “I’m going to start asking for everything I can’t have just so I have a reason to pitch a fit” and my immediate response was to distract and diffuse. Now, I have done a lot of distracting and temper tantrum diffusing over the past several years, and it doesn’t always work but it’s usually worth a shot if I can keep my own temper in check. So in this very tense, pre meltdown “everyone is about to lose their minds” scenario, I started pretending to hold a conversation between two birds; “Joe” a great tailed grackle (I had to look that up after the fact. Basically a large, very vocal black bird popular in this area) who speaks with a somewhat British accent (I say somewhat because I suck at mimicking accents) and Flappy the pigeon, who speaks with a slow, country-southern-cowboy ish drawl. These birds are wannabe thieves, and the entire premise to start off the conversation was their ill fated attempts to steal the boys’ cheese burritos.

The “stories” are nothing but conversations, with occasional sound effects (which I am also really bad at) there is no set up, no description, no other part of a “story”-it’s just two really dumb birds with goofy accents talking to each other. The boys LOVE them. They demand Joe and Flappy stories from dawn to dusk, and even distracting them with books only works for so long. These birds have-tried to hitchhike and gotten blown off a van while racing us home from chik-fil-a, plucked out all their feathers in an attempt to disguise themselves, glued themselves together, gotten zapped on a powerline, dropped rocks on their feet, run into windows, Joe got his beak stuck in the lock yesterday trying to pick it, and today he got slingshot into a pesky cat via Flappy and a powerline and Flappy got peed on by a dog while hiding in the horse’s rearend of their Trojan horse costume.

A small part of me loves that the boys enjoy the storytelling since there are no pictures and yet they can tell you exactly what happened and they laugh at appropriate places. But the biggest part of me is tired, and having a hard time coming up with more scenarios for Joe and Flappy. I can SEE a lot of doable sight gags in my head, but translating that into poorly accented conversation that gets across what is going on is more work than my brain can do currently. I managed to get away with just one story today (whew) but I’m sure there will be more to come. I have a few ideas in reserve-picking which car to poop on is one I’m keeping for our up coming travel adventure to the beach (thank you, Rebecca, for the idea!)-but I need more.

So, help a mama out! PLEASE share any ideas for stupid slapstick comedy gags that could be successfully relayed via conversation and minimal sound effects, and centers around two really clumsy bird thieves going after the toys/food of two boys. Extra points for verbal jokes or one-liners that a four year old could understand. AND GO!

 

***Shout out to my siblings who have already provided me with a bunch of ideas!***

Pregnancy and Tiny House

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Two really big things have happened since I last wrote a blog post-I’m pregnant, and we’re under contract for our tiny house. 😀 This pregnancy has been different from my previous two in almost every way imaginable, but despite a ton of votes for it being a girl-I’m not convinced. I’m not finding out, of course, until I HAVE the baby, because that’s just the most fun way to do a gender reveal, but I’m due in August (24 weeks yesterday) so it won’t be too much longer. Basic stats-I’ve gained about 12-15lbs and my fundal height is measuring about three weeks behind. According to ultrasound baby is right on schedule, and is a regular acrobat. I chose midwife care at a center here in El Paso and so far it has been fabulous-anytime something weird happens they are a text message away which has been very reassuring since this pregnancy has been bonkers. The boys have been super cute when it comes to my pregnancy, Cade talks about all the things he’ll tell and teach the baby, and Zane spent a good five minutes this morning patting my belly and saying, “wake up, baby!” and then giving my belly kisses. I am just so thrilled to be pregnant after almost two years of trying that even the annoying parts of pregnancy (like the morning sickness and fatigue and constant food aversions) make me smile.

And the tiny house. Oh, friends, I am bursting with excitement about our tiny house! We have been purging and downsizing and donating and LOVING IT! The tiny house is due around the same time as the baby, lol, maybe a little earlier. We contacted Rocky Mountain Tiny Houses in December, and since then have been finalizing plans, signing contracts, and waiting impatiently on the  SIPS and trailer to arrive. Today we confirmed more design choices including roofing, siding, and color options. The build officially starts this coming weekend! Eeeee!

I’ve joined several facebook groups on tiny house living as well as ones for fulltime RV living, and it’s been so neat to see how people make this work for them. The number of families-LARGE families (four or more kids) took me by surprise and has also given me a ton of creative ideas for making this move not just doable but enjoyable for the boys and baby 3. Most of what is reiterated-even when discussing difficulties and conflicts with tiny/RV living-is that the kids love it and adapt well, it’s the adults that generally struggle, lol.

It has been challenging negotiating the design with Brian. We are coming from two very different extremes-I’m more the “I want crazy stories of trying to cook over an open fire with one dented pot and a wooden spoon” type and he is very much a luxury driven gadget geek, “glamping” as opposed to camping, lol. Since living tiny will provide us plenty of crazy stories, and this will be the house we hopefully retire in, there are a lot of fancy things that I probably wouldn’t’ve thought to add if it had just been me designing it-but the end result is a blend that is a good representation of both of us and it just makes me so happy. There is something about building a house together (even though we aren’t doing the actual labor) that is like some weird physical representation of the relationship we’ve built with each other. The compromises and negotiations we’ve made along the way, the teasing at each other’s oddities and quirks, figuring out which things are truly important to us, and realizing sometimes we both like (or dislike) the same things but for totally different reasons-it’s like rediscovering all the things that made us fall in love in the first place. I know, I know, totally cheesy, but I blame some of that on the pregnancy hormones, haha.

ANYway, I do hope to continue this blog so I can update more about the pregnancy and tiny house as things go. As soon as I have pictures I will share, although most pictures of my day to day stay on Instagram. That’s all for now, I just wanted to get a post out there to get the writing juices flowing again. 🙂

 

P.S. The outside of the tiny house will be purple. Purple purple. I. am. so. thrilled! Our tiny house is going to bring a whole new level of funky quirks to the RV park, lol.

Parenting is an Ultra Marathon

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I think I’ve finally found an analogy that works for me. Cade and Zane are three and two respectively and they drive me up the wall daily. I love them. They make me laugh, give me plenty of snuggles, and their inquisitive, quick little brains fill me with joy and wonder as they make developmental leap after leap. They also fight like cats and dogs, wail like fire sirens, make an incredible mess, are chronically hungry, and don’t let me sleep. I get so frustrated on a daily basis that I decided having a third child was a GREAT idea, and so now as I yell at everyone to go to time out for fistfighting for the umpteenth time in an hour, I also beam with joy as I gasp for breath after said yelling because this pregnancy has given me every symptom in the book and I’m so thrilled to be preggo.

This doesn’t make any logical sense, friends. Why would I want more children when the ones I have already habitually drive me nuts? Why would I dream about a bigger family when I can barely hold together our family of four? Why would ANYONE in their right mind run for thirty three miles or more straight?

I can’t explain it because the reasons change all the time, but the fact is, even remembering how much training and running for ultras SUCKED, I also remember the runs that felt fantastic, the small moments of euphoria during the race (that aid station with chocolate donuts, Brian making me laugh so hard I tried to feebly push him into a tree), that feeling crossing the finish line and the glow that lasted for weeks afterwards. Now, added up by time, the hard, uncomfortable, unpleasant times heavily outweighed the happy moments. But those happy moments, the satisfaction, the feeling of growth and accomplishment, those made it all worth it. And make me want to do another one.

Just so with parenting. I treasure the happy moments with the boys, I replay them in my mind, I try to encourage repeat moments every day, and even tired and frustrated I try to make sure I am actively engaging so that I make the most of this stage and age. But right now, the frustrating moments outweigh (measured in time) the happy ones. I still KNOW, however, that it is totally one hundred percent worth it, and I am growing in so many ways as my children grow. And so I’m excited about getting to “do another one.” 😉

 

 

 

Blog Move!

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Not this one. I have another blog. But I figured I’d share on here just in case anyone was interested. I moved my health and wellness blog over to my own domain here. I’m in the middle of figuring out how to balance my time between family, “work” (which includes the health blog), and “me time” (which includes THIS blog) since my forays into coaching have been surprisingly successful and picking up steam. I’m not looking to make this a career, but I am finding it fulfilling and enriching to help people on their fitness/wellness journey’s-I’m even getting used to the cliches, haha. So check it out, and subscribe if it peaks your interest!

So Fast

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Tomorrow Zane turns 16 month and Cade is chugging on closer to three years than two. It is cliche, but it really does go by so fast. Some of that quickness is what makes it so frustrating. You struggle to engage, find the positive, enjoy their quirky littleness because you KNOW it goes by so fast and at the same time you’re struggling to set a routine, consistently guide and discipline, and get the laundry done. My boys are so big, and so different then when I first held them frog snuggled on my chest, tiny (and not so tiny) snores and curled fists and fuzzy heads. Now they chase each other around, hit each other with toys, hide in the cabinets, and snuggle in the same bed with giggles and shrieks.

It’s like as soon as I figure out ONE thing that works, oh hey, they don’t do that anymore. I was laughing with my mom about how as soon as you figure out what signals a kid gives for teething (Cade just wanted to eat everything until you gave him actual food, Zane hits himself in the ears, face, head repeatedly) they are pretty much almost done teething. Parenting is almost entirely hindsight these first few years. So you try to be proactive, and you try to stay on top of the latest research, and you try to trust your instincts, and your try for the love of all that is good in the world DO NOT HIT YOUR BROTHER WITH YOUR EXCAVATOR to keep hold of your temper.

And I find myself saying completely weird things, “No, guys, we’re all done with the dishes. ALL done! All done!” as I wade out of my kitchen-turned-pond. And completely normal things, “Please take your shoes off inside. Don’t touch the stove-hot! Can you find a toy for Cade, Zane?” And my day is an endless cycle of imaginative play and practical refereeing. I told Brian I had become “THAT mom” when Zane faceplanted on the sidewalk for the umpteenth time and busted his lip for the umpteenth time and was bleeding down his front for the umpteenth time, and as I carried him to the house (for the umpteenth time) I was very carefully angling his bloody face away from my jacket and telling him I knew it hurt let me just get a wet cloth. All of my clothing is accumulating bloodstains, mostly on my shoulders, for where little boys who face plant like to lay their bloody faces. I’m so used to the blood-but I’m tired of the bloodstains. And both boys are typically more irritated at the interruption of whatever activity they are pursuing then the actual physical discomfort. I moped Zane up, he kept crying, I took him back outside and put him down and he stopped immediately to go in search of his toys. Boys.

Two nights ago Cade decided that there was a bear at the end of the hallway. So I sat in the living room and told him to go see the bear and say, “Hello, bear, how are you?” And if the bear was friendly he’d answer him, but if the bear was grumpy he’d growl. He’d get to the edge of the hallway and turn around and run back going, “I’m scared, mommy!” with a big excited grin on his face, his little body tense. I told him it as ok to be scared, that having courage and being brave meant finding the bear anyway even if he was scared. So he ran halfway down the hall and then tiptoed to the end and I heard a giggly little voice go, “Hello, Mr Bear.” to the closet door. I pitched my voice from where I was sitting and said, “Why hello, Cade, how are you?” And with giggles and an earsplitting grin he came racing back down the hallway saying, “It’s a friendly bear! A friendly bear! Make it a grumpy bear, mommy.” And we repeated the whole thing, this time with a growly snarl at the end and shrieks of laughter as he and Zane pelted back up the hallway. Zane followed Cade around through all of it, the running, the tiptoe-ing, the laughter. We repeated it up until bedtime.

Little crazy people. Cade has become such a little person in his own right. He gets anxious about going to church because there are, “too many people.” Brian puts Cade in with the twos and I put Zane down across the hallway. They have one way glass on the big windows so we can look in without the kids noticing, and Brian shook his head and said, “He is so my kid. Look, he grabbed a chair and took it to the exact same spot at the end of the table I put him last week (regardless of all the empty chairs this week). I had told him he could, “Just sit here at the head of the table, you don’t have to play.”” And there he sat. He was still there when we came back, although we did see him get up and play for a few seconds before returning to his chair. He likes things just so. He carries his snugglies around and feeds them and puts them in his chair and covers them with blankets. He likes to talk about his day at dinner and he takes FOREVER to finish eating. “What did YOU do today, daddy?” “You like your food hot! Mommy likes her food hot. I don’t like MY food hot.” “Zanebug is making a mess!” (true story). Dinner is a long, drawn out affair.

He’s been asking a lot about Vera-one of the twins we played with daily at Ft Rucker-and will even reserve toys for her and tell me she needs them, “This is for Vera, mommy. Vera needs this. You need to give this to Vera.” It breaks my heart, we miss them so much, and he still remembers them enough to ask. He told me today, “Mommy, I miss Vera, and I miss August, and I miss Mom Mom. I don’t want to be in El Paso.” And then a switch flipped and he wanted to “mountain climb” Zane’s crib so he ran down the hall. Meanwhile, I’m an emotional puddle on the floor.

Zane, on the other hand, oh man my Zanebug. He is fully at that “separation anxiety” thing that is typical at this age, but even without that he is SO much more physical than Cade! Don’t get me wrong, Cade likes to hug and snuggle and kisses-but Zane likes all that PLUS more. He is constantly tackling my knees when I’m walking or standing. He doesn’t want up, necessarily, he just wants to be in contact with me. He LOOOOOVVVEESSS to wrestle. He wants to be flipped, upsidedown, spun around, and generally mauled-by me specifically. I can tell when I haven’t been physical enough with Zane because he starts acting out. Zane relates to EVERYTHING physically. If I get two or three good wrestle sessions in a day with Zane he is pretty content to go about his business-but if I don’t then he is a clingy, whining, wailing, temperamental MESS.

I talk to Zane-and Cade does the same (mimicking me), we have little “noise” conversations, and he is attempting to mimic sounds more and more. Just ask him what an owl says, or a cow. SO funny! He doesn’t like the outdoors quite as much as his brother. Don’t get me wrong, he still likes to go outside, but he’s done and ready to come in much quicker than Cade. In fact, I don’t think Cade ever really wanted to come inside at this age, we typically had to force the issue or bribe him. Could have something to do with how bitterly cold and biting the wind gets here, or the fact that some of the gusts have knocked Zane flat on his butt-we’ll see if anything changes in the spring. He is still my picky reader- certain books are great, all the rest are ignored. And he approaches play differently then Cade. Cade enjoys the social aspect along with the “doing” of a thing. He’ll play ball with mommy to play with mommy PLUS throw a ball. Zane is just content to play by himself with a ball until the ball doesn’t do what he needs it to, THEN he needs mommy to get involved. And then usually he stops playing and simply tackles mommy.

The yo-yo-ing of independence and desperate need for attention can get a little trying for me, since one moment it is all the warm fuzzies as they giggle at each other and then the next they are both wailing around my knees or hitting each other. I need so much patience to get through the day, I am in a constant state of prayer. And yet I LOVE their antics. They make me laugh at least 5 times a day with their silly, endearing, adorable behavior. Time marches on, they’ll be different and the same tomorrow. For now I need to get myself to bed. 🙂

Thank Goodness for December 26th-31st

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As many know, I spent a month living with my parents and shuttling the kids back and forth between their house and my inlaws until the week of Christmas-at which point my husband and everyone else in my family arrived for pure chaos. We arrived back in El Paso on the 28th. We are slowly remembering how to breath. It was great to visit family, and something I think is very important to do for the kids since we’ll be moving all over the place throughout their lives and I want them grounded in family.

But now we’re finally home and we can relax. The flight home was miserable-don’t ask-but we made it! We opened the door and Cade ran around inside, his entire body fizzing with glee and excitement and a slightly manic grin on his face. He is SO HAPPY to be home. And we were greeted with the remnants of the snowstorm that dumped on El Paso. As snow storms go-it really wasn’t, especially when compared to snowy climates like Maine-but as snowstorms in a desert climate it was significant. I mean, for an area that usually sees zero snow, 6 inches is a big deal. Cade LOVED the snow-stepping, poking, scooping, licking…SNOW ALL THE TIME FOR EVERYONE! Zane, on the other hand, whined like an offended cat until someone kindly took  him back inside and removed his snow gear. I think this was mostly due to me putting socks on his hands in place of mittens (which we don’t have) but in general he’s the first of the two to want to return to the stable indoor clime even without snow.

The boys have changed so much over our vacation. Both hit a growth spurt, Cade shot into 3T clothing in length but we’re back to having pants hit the floor since he’s thinned out. He’s also become more articulate and his problem solving capacity has expanded, typical progression for this age (although I still think he’s a pretty smart cookie. 😉 ) Zane has been the game changer, not just with the physical developments (growth spurt plus all four molars) but with his cognitive ability exploding and his social attitude flip flopping. Gone are the days when I was the only one to satisfy his need for a hug, now he’ll crawl into almost any lap and rapidly engage in play with whomever. He’s quick to grab a chair or box to climb on to reach something above his head, and he understands SO MUCH of what you say to him. He follows increasingly complex commands (Please go find and get YOUR water-not your brothers-and place it on the table). And he anticipates my next move when I reach for clothing, or utensils, or even just walk in to certain rooms. Sometimes I think he knows what I’m going to do before I do. He has added a few words to his vocabulary, like “Go” and “Nana” (banana) and he says Unh Unh and Uh huh for No and Yes. He also said, “Coco” -the name of my SIL’s dog- several times.

Speaking of dogs, Cade fell in love with a cock-a-poo named Ginger-technically my SIL Jessica’s husband (Joe)’s dog. Ginger and Coco are the dynamic duo-with Coco being all of the dynamic and Ginger just providing the “hey, there are two of us!” duo factor. But to this reserved, prefer to be cuddling, doesn’t like walks puppy, my exuberant, not always gentle, super fast zoom running son latches on to like a leach. We saw Ginger on the first weekend we arrived and again over Christmas, and everyday in between Cade asked about her. When she reappeared at Christmas all he wanted to do was hold her-and he did a really good job! He even told me at one point that, “I have to be careful because Ginger is fragile.” We have dubbed a similarly colored stuffed puppy “fake” Ginger in her honor, and she is the first toy he habitually carries around. It is so sweet and kind of hilarious all at the same time.

I am so thankful for this breather between Christmas and New Year’s Day. I have so much I want to prep for this coming year-resolutions, plans, goals, whatever you want to call them. But they do take some preplanning work and these few days have been great for that. I love New Year’s Resolutions. 🙂  Also, since we just had Christmas we are continuing to purge the house of unnecessary stuff. Too much stuff, can’t stand too much stuff. I’m even eyeing the bookshelves to see what I can pare down *gasp*. Here’s to less stuff in 2016!

I’ve got to go wake the boys from nap. I’m hoping tonight they actually sleep past 5am (Zane, I’m referring to you…).

The Gift of Gift Cards

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This is one slightly harried mom’s perspective on gift cards-and how they are absolutely fabulous to receive as gifts.

I know a lot of people feel like gift cards are a cop out, a last minute, “crap, I didn’t get anything for so and so-let’s just grab a gift card.” We’ve all been there-as participants on both sides-so this does happen.

Low denomination gift cards are also becoming a standard generic “Thank you” gift for a variety of businesses. Big or small, from church to chain foods, nothing says “Christmas” to your employees/volunteers like a $10 Starbucks card (oh wait, they don’t celebrate Christmas. MY BAD. Chick-fil-a, then).

But for me- the mom who is wearing holes in her jeans and various toddler blessed grime on her 5 year old sweaters-gift cards are a blessing. A beautiful, intentional, amazing thing-and here is why.

First- Christmas lists. Christmas lists as a child involved huge toy magazines, a variety of colored writing utensils, and convoluted ranking systems that required several drafts before perfected. There was price consideration, bedroom space allocation, whether your sister asked for the same thing contemplation-it was complicated, people, and I had allllllll the tiiiime in the woooorld to finish it (Ok, not entirely, lists have always been due by October 1st in my family-a rule that does get bent on occasion but not by much).

Now I have two exuberant boys who are rough and tumble-VERY rough and tumble. My brain is exhausted by the boo boo kisses, the ongoing argument in my head of whether I should put them both in helmets, the clashes of will, plus meal planning, laundry, dishes, workout, cleaning, grocery shopping… Now you want me to come up with things that I want for Christmas in a timely and organized manner? Ha. Haha. HAHAHAHA

Gift cards, y’all. I want gift cards. Or for you to just get me something. I can tell you vague information about what I’d like at some point, but I don’t have anything I am really craving unless you count the desire for a full time cook and a maid. This year I was smart and had started creating an Amazon wish list any time a random “Oh, that’d be nice” thought crossed my mind, but don’t be prepared for anything fancy. The only thing (besides the cook and maid) I really want for Christmas is a butter dish. Yes. A butter dish.

Second-restricted shopping. There are a few stores that I would LOVE to be able to shop at (online, of course, I dislike in store shopping) but anytime I’m like, “Oh THAT’S cute.” at a Zulilly Ad on facebook or “Ooo, I love the color of that” to my friend’s Instagram selfie, or even the random wistful, “Someday I’d like to wear more dresses then pants” I switch back over to writing my list for groceries, contemplating things for the boys, and generally ignoring the shopping impulse altogether. This is good for our budget, and I truly enjoy being a stay at home mom, and I don’t really mind wearing the “momiform” everyday, and, and, and…  gift cards to specific stores slice through all of that. If I get a gift card to Athleta-I am the only one in my household who can wear those clothes! ME. I have to shop for me. There is no way to negotiate, I am held hostage by a gift card, and it is my contractual obligation by accepting the gift to utilize the fullest amount

Lastly-experience. I loathe physically window shopping-seriously one of the most pointless exercises ever. My husband hates questions like, “What would you do with a million dollars” because it is all fruitless speculation until you get a million dollars. I don’t mind fruitless speculation because I know the odds are it’ll never happen so it takes the pressure off. He, however, likes to window shop. What is the point of dealing with bad parking, crowds and the assorted smells/looks/accidental physical contact, a hundred thousand items you aren’t in any way interested in, while looking at things you can’t afford or aren’t going to buy any time soon. What is the point of acknowledging you maybe would like that thing just to not get it? What is the point of reminding yourself habitually that you can’t have nice things?

Ok, the last part might be a bit of an exaggeration, but still. Window shopping=exercise in pointless aggravation. But give me a gift card, force me to shop at one store, just for me, online, money in hand so to speak…. Oh man. During that golden nap hour I can peruse the pages, tabbing, selecting, comparing-knowing that in the end I MUST get something. It is bliss. It lets me step away from being a mom and just do something simple for the pleasure of doing it. There is almost a pang of regret at checkout because the experience is over, I have done the shopping, I have used the gift card.

Honestly, that last point is pretty much my favorite part of gift cards. I like the actual transactional part of buying something. You could probably get me a gift card to Lowes and I’d enjoy it just as much. I like spending money, and gift cards let me spend money and forces me to spend it on myself-the person in my household I am least likely to buy anything for.

So don’t knock the gift card as “unfeeling” or “impersonal”. It’s what I really, really want for Christmas.

Cade: Version 2.5

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Two and a half years. Whew. That’s just weird. I feel like I should really stop calling him a toddler-because he doesn’t toddle any more (if he ever did). No, my little man full out runs. And climbs, and jumps, and slides, and swings… From thundering down the hallway on hands and knees to climbing playground apparatus that 4 year olds are cautioned away from by other parents- Cade has maintained his on the go, gotta move energy. We take a walk after dinner on the sidewalk in the neighborhood. It’s a quarter mile to the playground and Cade runs it. And runs most of the way back. Sometimes we pick him up for parts of the way back-but that’s usually because he’s already run so much back and forth between us that he’s probably run over a mile already. His language is increasingly easy to understand, and his concepts get more and more involved. His imagination has taken off and I LOVE it. From building “rocket ships” with his blocks, to giving us imaginary money to buy imaginary things, to the silly, goofy conversations we have during the day. He really is a small boy, not a toddler. He has the grasp of basic logic “If I do this, then this should happen” and tries to twist his understanding of concepts like sharing to suit his needs, “I want that! Share that with me!” (No, you may not have Daddy’s power drill…) *grabbing Zane’s water* “Zanebug is sharing with me, mommy.” (Mhmmm, I’m not sure Zane is doing so voluntarily..)

He is also fully in the two year old phase. Every boundary presented is tested. And tested again. And again. And again. Then he goes to bed, wakes up, and REPEAT. Somedays I feel like he spends most of his time either on the wall in time out or with me “talking” with him about emotions and what they are and how to react appropriately, and no, there is never a good reason to hit your brother in the face with the tape measurer…

BUT my little Caderade is such a sweet, sweet guy. He is all about the hugs and kisses-and not just for himself! If Zane falls Cade’s immediate response is, “MOMMY! Zanebug got a boo boo! Pick him up and kiss him!” He tries to get Zane to calm down if he cries at night. Granted, it’s usually by shouting, “CALM DOWN, ZANEBUG, CALM DOWN!” which isn’t super helpful, but if I go in and tell him to sing a song instead he’ll tell me in the morning, “I sing songs to Zanebug in bed to calm down!” He also always wants to help.  ALWAYS. It gets very hard to think of tasks for him to do, but that is pretty much his favorite thing ever. He’s been, “helping” Brian change out a few light bulbs in the cars and it is ALL he wants to do all day long, “Help Daddy fix his car? Help fix cars? Go outside and help Daddy fix car? Help fix Daddy’s car outside?” It’s like he thinks if he just rearranges the words in his question he may get a different answer. One of the easiest ways to redirect him if he’s whining is to ask him to help do something. Now, it has to be a task that is toddler enjoyable (like, take your underwear to your room) and not toddler boring (put your shoes in the shoes box). I don’t make the rules, so sometimes I suggest the wrong task and we have meltdowns, but hey, that’s life with a two year old.

Since putting him and Zane in the same room the interaction between the two of them has increased. As in, there is more deliberate playing together and less of Zane just ruining whatever Cade is trying to play with. Cade loves to feed Zane and bring him his water, and today he came right up to Zane’s chair, stares intently at Zane, and goes, “Zanebug not talking.”

Not yet, little man, not yet. But when he does I’m sure y’alls conversations will be both the highlight of my day and drive me crazy.

OH! And the singing. Cade loves to sing. He is currently on an, “Itsy Bitsy Spider” kick-but don’t be misled, it isn’t *just* the Itsy Bitsy Spider on repeat. Oh no. There are variations. Sometimes he yells it, sometimes he sings it very slow and monotone, sometimes he shouts it choppily-like a rap, sometimes he whispers it, sometimes he uses the tune but fills it with nonsense words, sometimes he uses accents (of what languages I’m not sure), and sometimes he combines all of the above techniques. The only thing he insists on is that it is, “DOWN came the sun, and dried up all the rain and the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the WATER spout again.” There is no convincing him that the sun comes UP or that the extra WATER in front of spout does not belong. He tells me, “No mommy, you are singing silly words again!” Silly mommy.

I think that’s all for now. I have a billion conversations that happen that I want to record, and I forget them before I manage to write them down, sigh. I’ll try to be better about it, I love the way he thinks at this age. 🙂

Be Back Soon, Mommy

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I went to an OCF meeting tonight while Brian watched the kids. When I came back Cade greeted me at the top of his voice with his words tripping all over themselves to “Come see my tower I built for you!” So I sat and played with blocks, I snuggled a super cuddly Zane (who, incidentally, now does this thing where he smacks my chest or neck and goes, “Mama!” and then burrows his face into me-so. stinkin. cute.) and I enjoyed the few minutes we had before bedtime.

During the course of our block play, Cade wanted to go to the kitchen to get his “rocket ship” block formation that I had set on the counter (out of Z’s reach). The kitchen and living room share a wall, so he had to leave my line of sight to get his rocket ship. This followed.

“I’m going to get my rocket ship, mommy, I’ll be back soon.”

Me: “Ok, bud.”

Takes a few steps towards kitchen. Stops, looks back at me, “I be back soon, Mommy. I be right back.”

Me: “Alright, Cade. Go get our rocket ship.”

A few more steps-now into the dining room area. Then a step back towards me, his body language torn about leaving my view. “I’ll be back soon. I’m going to get my rocket ship in the kitchen, mommy.”

Me *trying not to laugh*: “I’ll be right here. I’ll wait for you.”

Cade: “OK” two steps towards kitchen, then turns, “A hug and a kiss before I go.” Runs over and wraps his arms around my neck and gives me a biiiiiig kiss. “Ok, be back soon Mommy.” Almost makes it into the kitchen, see’s Zane in the hallway entrance, “A kiss and hug for Zanebug, too!” Runs over and gives a bemused Zane a hug and a kiss on the forehead. Finally runs to the kitchen to retrieve his rocket ship.

I love my sweet little Caderade.

El Paso

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So I mostly want to forget about the actual trip-maybe after a few weeks I’ll go into greater detail. Or maybe not. Essentially, it was pretty gosh darn awful. I don’t know how we would’ve survived without my parents coming down to help, from my mom riding in the car with me and two very unhappy toddlers, to dad helping rearrange the packing again, ( and again, and again) to the babysitting while Brian and I escaped the chaos for a bit to get food or check out the possible house or whatever. Cade’s vomiting was replaced with diarrhea he couldn’t control so he ended up in a diaper. Zane just gave up on pooping-and sleeping-entirely. Both boys did really, really well all things considered-but really, really well for a 2.5 and 1 year old in the car for 20+ hours really, really sucks.

About a day after my parents left (having been with us for a week to facilitate this adventure) Zane pooped 5 times in less then 48 hours. He is clearly feeling better.

Cade, however, is still adjusting to this new house, new place, new routine, new room, new EVERYTHING. He asks for his old house daily, he asks for August and Bebe (Vera) to come see his new house or to go to theirs, Grandpa and Grandma K skyped last night (Brian’s parents) and Cade had a mini meltdown because he, “Want to go meet them!” and was devastated when I refused to hop in the car that instant and drive us over. :/ He now sometimes says he like his new house, so we are making progress, but it’s going to take some time.

Brian has completely given up on finances. He’s totally done even trying to make a budget at this point, we just need to be cheap-which is impossible if I am to fly with the kids back for Christmas.

I don’t even have time to figure out how I feel. I like El Paso so far. For one, the view here is beautiful. I really like how enormous the sky looks facing east over the scrubby desert scenery, and to the west-a 10 minute drive from our house-are the Franklin Mountains. I thought I’d miss trees, but nope. I love the exposed, open feel, and the striations in the rock are lovely. Our house is also a lot nicer than the one we had at Rucker. The kitchen is wider AND the washer and dryer are not in it. Score! Much nicer stove, smaller fridge unfortunately, but a bit more counter space and cabinets a thousand times better then the sticky, paint slathered monstrosities we had previously. There is so much to do here, too. Plenty of places to run errands in and malls and I’m sure there are kid friendly places to explore. The commissary is unimpressive. Their produce selection is smaller-big bummer-it is mostly a thousand different BBQ or cilantro flavored everything down the aisles. Yaaay, Texas. The drivers are nuts, and at first the way the highways and frontage roads were laid out were completely confusing. But within that first day of driving I was already figuring out my way around (HUGE shock for me, I still got turned around in Dothan after living at Rucker for over a year). So whoever designed the road system must’ve been ADHD because it makes sense to me. The exits, the mandatory U Turn lanes, the parallel roads, the merges-I got this. Nobody uses blinkers, everyone is going 10 over or 15 under the speed limit, crossing 3 lanes of traffic to get to an exit in 400 feet is normal, half the population is incapable of correctly using an acceleration lane-but nobody honks.

So, house is nicer, city is interesting, view is fantastic, but that’s all I’ve got. I am loving all this time with Brian after over a year of him being gone at flight line or squirreled away in his office studying- but I know he’ll go back to work and I’ll be back to full time mom solo. I’m living mostly in the now. I’m excited about a lot of things, and there is plenty to do around the house to keep me busy-but I’m sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak. The friends I made at Ft Rucker were keepers, and I’m going to miss them a great deal. I’m also even further away from most of my family– although closer to my younger sister than I have been in years!

Anyway, kindof a scattered update, but there you have it. We are officially in Texas (more like Mexico). Tonight I am going to attempt to make friends at an OCF meeting. Eek.