Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Poo-Poo Padoo part II

Poo-Poo Padoo: noun. Any sort of catastrophe involving poop.

For part one, click here.

Ah, the joys of potty training. Monkey Son #2 has started showing signs of readiness, particularly an awareness of when he has messed or wet his diaper.

One way I'm trying to potty train him is to let him run around diaperless. It hasn't worked so far, but I'm still hopeful.

Anyway, during one of these diaper-free times, Husband was sitting on the couch and I went back to the bedroom for a minute. I came back out and went about my business, but then I stopped.

"Something smells like poopy," I said. I looked down at Monkey Son #2, thinking that maybe he had been passing gas. And then I saw the big brown pile of yuckiness.

At least I didn't find it by stepping in it this time. Eww.

Friday, March 27, 2009

The Screamer

The Screamer: noun. The child among a larger group that typically screams hysterically when left in the care of another, regardless of how long or short they are in that care.

Before I had children, I worked for a summer at a daycare. There were always those couple of children that would scream and cry hysterically when their parents dropped them off and then went off to work. They were the most miserable children to deal with until they calmed down. They were the screamers.

Where Husband and I work out, there is a child center. Gym membership comes with free use of the child center, and we do make use of it. While Monkey Son #1 goes in happily and loves playing with all the new toys, Monkey Son #2 screams his ever-loving head off, sometimes grabbing my legs as he does. Oh, no! We have that child. The one caregivers dread.

On the upside, when we return to pick up the Monkeys a short time later, we find Monkey Son #2 stopped crying quite a while before, and now does not want to go home. He wants to play with the toys.

The other day, his hysterics started early. We were just pulling into the parking lot when he cried. I turned around and said sweetly to him that he was going to go play with the kids and the toys, and we would be back for him in a little while. He calmed down. He even smiled. He didn't cry again and seemed perfectly happy when we dropped him off.

Until the ninja.

As we started the ritual of dropping off the diaper bag and signing in the Monkeys, a boy of about 7 (maybe younger) jumped in front of Monkey Son #2, yelling and doing quasi-karate. Of course, he didn't make contact with Monkey, but was just noisy.

And then came the screaming.

A note from Kristina

The Apron Goddesses blog is giving away an apron book. I'm going to share this with you because I really dig aprons. :)

Click here to enter the book give away.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

It's a party!

Ultimate Blog Party 2009

I'm a little late for this, getting in just under the wire, but I'm participating in 5 Minutes for Mom's Ultimate Blog Party!

This is my first blog party. For those of you who don't know, this is a way to get exposure for your blog, win and/or donate prizes, and get to know others. So here it is, my party post! I'm using it to tell a little about me and the Mom-tionary.

My name is Kristina, and I'm a stay-at-home mom to two little crazy monkey boys who keep me going and going. Recently my mother-in-law said, "I forget how busy they are!" Oh, yes. Busy is a good and polite word for it.

Anyway, I earned a Bachelors in English in hopes of becoming a professional writer some day. Seeing a book I wrote on the shelves of the nearest bookstore is still a hope that I have. In the meantime, the Mom-tionary is my oh-so-convenient and fun creative outlet.

The point of the Mom-tionary is to make up words and phrases to describe situations that we see as parents and caregivers that the English language just doesn't cover yet.

I look forward to reading about other participators in the Ultimate Blog Party!

(And remember, I love comments.)

As per the rules, here my top three prizes with hyperlinks, and then the rest of my picks:

Top 3: USC 58 Retro Apron
132 (no USC in front) Complete Potty Training Starter Kit from Baby Signs
14 (no USC in front) Products by Andrea Hatfield, Scentsy Consultant

And the rest: 51, 103, 37, 19, 21, 22, 20, 118, and USC 15.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

So Mommy

So Mommy: adjective. Phrase describing any act that was done as a result of being a parent.

Did you get all that? Let me try again. When you do something that you would not have done if you weren't a parent, that's sooo mommy.

I've done some really strange things because my mommy brain was not in the correct gear, like trying to give Husband a sippy cup, not realizing I walked past the child it was supposed to go to.

So here is my recent so mommy moment: Husband asked if I could make him a peanut butter sandwich. At the end of his request, he added, "Crust on, please."

It's sad that he said that. I think I actually have taken his crusts off before out of habit.

Monday, March 23, 2009

I don't have a word for it yet

OK, I'm cheating. I don't have a word for this yet, but I need to share it with you so I don't forget. And it is too hilarious to not share right away.

I just saw a commercial for Disney brand eggs.

I'll give you a moment.

OK? You with me? DISNEY EGGS. Now laugh.

I feel, after a day or two, that I should add that these aren't like Easter eggs. I mean eggs eggs. Like cooking eggs. With little Disney characters stamped on the shell.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Potty Problem

Potty Problem: noun. A situation when a child has to go to the bathroom, but can't get to one.

So, I'm back home and back to blogging. I was away attending a wedding, but didn't want to announce to the world that I would not be home.

A funny thing happened on our flight out. Well, funny in hindsight, anyway. The captain kept the seatbelt sign on almost the whole flight. Occasionally, he would remind the flight attendants that they needed to be strapped in, though I'm not sure why. The flight was almost perfectly smooth.

Monkey Son #1 announced that he had to go potty. The seatbelt light was still on, but I thought it would be OK. Like I said, the flight was smooth, and when I looked at the bathroom behind us, I could see one of the flight attendants standing casually in the galley area. Must be OK to get up, I decided, and took Monkey Son #1 the the back of the plane.

There was a second flight attendant in the back of the plane that I didn't see, and when I got to the bathroom, she looked at me and told me in a voice that was both friendly and rude that the fasten seatbelt light was still on, and essentially, I should be in my seat. I said OK and took Monkey Son #1 back, having not visited the bathroom.

A short time later, someone in the cockpit or one of the attendants made the announcement over the speaker that the seatbelt light was still on, and the captain would turn it off when it was smooth enough. I was floored. The ride couldn't possibly get any smoother. What exactly was he looking for?

Poor Monkey Son #1 spent a lot of time just staring at the seatbelt light, waiting for it to turn off. It never did.

Monday, March 2, 2009

2 Week Break

Hello, everyone! Starting tomorrow, I will not be blogging for 2 weeks. If you know me personally, you know why this is. And no, it has nothing to do with Lent, in case you were wondering.

Enjoy your pre-spring, and I will be blogging again in 2 weeks.