Racecar crash!!!!

Jason bought Caleb some "Cars" Valentine's cards to give away at school. They came with little rub-on tattoos. I let Caleb sample one and put "Mater" on his hand. He thought it was really cool until he tried to take it off and it was "stuck". He said "it's a mess! it's a mess!" as he tried to pinch the tattoo off his skin. After realizing it wasn't coming off, he decided he wanted "race car" on the other hand. I put it on too and he was very pleased.

And then came bath time....

I was right outside the bathroom door while he was in the tub and I heard him scream, "Ahhhhh! Where'd it go? Ahhhhh! Race car crash! Race car crash!". I peeked in and saw that he was searching the front and back of his hands and one small spot was all that was left of the tattoos.

Ice Cream Cone

I took Caleb for ice cream after school today. My favorite place for ice cream is a place called Sheridans. They have the most wonderful Snickers concrete that I really didn't need. They also give free kids cones to kids under 3.

I got our ice cream and started helping Caleb with his ice cream cone. It was the first time he has ever had one. I tried to get him to wear a bib but he promptly took it off. I decided we would just sit in the parking lot and eat it. As I rolled the windows down to enjoy the nice breeze and sunshine while enjoying a moment eating ice cream with my son, I was approached by a man giving some sob story about needing gas money. Aaaarghhhh! Not that I mind helping anyone out, but he was trying a little too hard to act desperate. I didn't believe his story but gave him a dollar and some change anyway, rolled up the windows, locked the doors, and got out of there.

So now I have a little boy in his car seat with his first ice cream cone and no bib. I think you know how this is gonna go. The cone is only about 4 inches tall with a little baby scoop of ice cream....but that little scoop still made a huge mess. All the way home, Caleb was screaming "I made a mess!!" because the ice cream was melting faster than he could eat it. It was dripping down his hands then on to his clothes and the car seat. He kept tipping it over so it dripped even more....while still shouting "I made a mess!!". I kept telling him to eat it so it wouldn't melt. He would lick some off, tilt it over, scream "I made a mess!! Ahhhh! I made a mess!! I sorry! I made a mess!!". I was giggling so hard. I got some of it on video and I'll try to get it on here later.

Sick days are no fun

Poor Caleb.....

While we were running yesterday, we heard a very loud motor coming our way. "What's that?" Caleb asked. "I think it's a motorcycle," I responded. Wrong. It was an oil dripping, air polluting, noise machine headed toward us (don't worry...we were on the sidewalk). I stopped for a minute, thinking the car would pass on by and we wouldn't have to breathe the fumes or hear the blast of loud, obnoxious engine for too long. Guess what the driver did.....he pulled over to the side of the road to get his mail out of the mailbox. So there we were right behind the nasty fumes with his stupid car idling (my irritation with him is increasing as I write this). Then he pauses to look at me like "why are you standing in front of MY house?" before he finally pulls around into his driveway finally giving us some relief from his lung irritating, eardrum busting stupid car. There we were left in a cloud of fumes...both from the car and from me....and Caleb was yelling, "yuuuuuck....cough...ewwww....blahhhhhhh....cough". You get the point, right? He did it so loudly that another man out for a walk down the street from us gave me the look. You know, the one like, is your child ok and what is he doing? I explained to him that my child didn't like the car.

After surviving the atomic car, we passed by a house with a burned yard. I thought it was dirt at first so I didn't think twice about passing it. But as we got closer, we could smell the charred grass. "Yuuuuuck....cough...ewwww....blahhhhhhh....cough..what is it?," questions Caleb. At this point, I'm wanting to get away from the smell ASAP so I'm running as hard as we can....of course it would be going up a hill...at the end of my run when I'm good and tired.....with Caleb going crazy trying to figure out why the air around him is so unpleasant today.

So last night he couldn't sleep for coughing so much. I did my whole respiratory therapy/nurse assessment on him, decided he wasn't wheezing and gave him some all-natural, homeopathic cough medicine. Didn't work. He kept coughing. Jason went to check on him around midnight and found that--------stop reading paragraph here if you have a weak stomach, proceed immediately to the next paragraph--------Caleb had coughed so much that he vomited all over himself. So it's midnight and I have to give Caleb a bath and now scrub his clothes. Ewwwww! I'm so proud of Jason for not gagging, vomiting, or passing out. He actually helped me. Of course, he wasn't the one that had a vomit soaked Caleb asking for "hugs, Mama, hugs". That's ok, though. That's what moms do, right? We hug our little babies when they need hugs no matter what (although I did wipe as much off as I could as he was lunging towards me and quickly pulled a towel up between us to shield my clothing from his). Caleb said to me "it's ax-si-dent mama". Oh, I just wanted to scoop him up and hold him all night. I didn't care how tired I was or how dirty he was.

I gave him some more medicine...not the crappy stuff I gave before, but some stuff that really worked and turned on his humidifier and after a few more coughing episodes, he finally went to sleep. Jason stayed home with him today and worked from home while I went to work. I hated leaving him here. I just have to keep reminding myself that once the initial training is over, it will be worth it. I do still really, really love my job...I just hate leaving my baby, especially when he is sick! He is asleep right now and I so badly want to go pick him up and cuddle with him, but I won't because he is finally getting some much needed sleep.

Poor Caleb. I actually got him to eat spinach, carrots, tomatoes, broccoli and strawberries for dinner....ahhhh why couldn't this happen on a day when he eats a bunch of junk?

Park

We had such a fun time in the park today with our friends Jan, Caleb, Emily, Ellie, and Ensley. I'm so mad at myself for not taking pictures. It was a beautiful day and it was so fun to just play. Caleb had a great time running around at the playground while we played football, which, apparently I'm no good at. Oh well.

We went home after church to change and grab some lunch and the whole time Caleb kept asking for Emmie (Emily). He was in heaven getting to play outside AND with some of his favorite people. When we were leaving from the park he kept saying "more Jan, more Emmie, more Caleb, more Ellie, more Ensley". He sure loves them!

I scaaaaaared!

Jason was make a left turn at a green light and traffic in the lane he was entering was backed up so far that the tail of the car was blocking the intersection. At first he didn't realize he was going to have to stop because the turn lane to the right of us was flowing just fine. I calmly said "whoa, Jason, you gotta stop". Ok, maybe I said it more like "WHOA JASON!! STOP!". Caleb yelled out "I scaaaarrrred!".

I didn't even know he knew that word, much less what it meant, but it cracked me up. Now instead of shouting out "whoa!" or "aaahhhhh!", I'm gonna yell "I scared!".

New Job

I started a new job today and I LOVE it!! The only thing I don't love is taking Caleb to daycare. He didn't want to go, either and it broke my heart. Of course, when I went to pick him up he was having a wonderful time and didn't want to leave. Ms. Janna and Ms. Carrol are his teachers. Ms. Carrol is also his Sunday school teacher but he doesn't know her very well yet because she is there at the 9:30 service and we usually don't make it until 11.

After I finish training, I'll be working from home. I think I'm really going to like it...especially compared to my last job! It's a lot to learn but I'll get there....I hope!

Superbowl

Jason: No, Caleb, your apple does not go in my drink!
Caleb: It's swimmin'
Jason: What?
Caleb: It's takin' a bath.


I introduced Caleb to play-doh tonight so Jason could watch the superbowl without hearing "Cars! Wanna watch Cars!" a million times. The play-doh came in a big bucket complete with little tools and shapes. We played a while with the play-doh and Caleb had a good time with it but what he really enjoyed was the bucket and tools. He took them out, put them in, then again and again. Then all of a sudden he heard Jason yelling at the TV....

Jason: Noooooo!
Caleb: What happened?
Jason: The team I don't want to win almost scored a touchdown.
Caleb: Oh, man!

Flushing the fish

Caleb: "I poop fish, mama."

Me: "No Caleb, you just dropped your goldfish cracker in the potty."

Caleb: "I pee pee fish, mama."

Me: "No Caleb, you just dropped your goldfish cracker in the potty."

Caleb: "I pee pee snacks?"

Some days I wonder....

I wonder....

Why are "mothers day out" days so short and cold, wintry days in doors with a toddler last so long?

If the people at Costco bought my "I need to find his mom and give him back" story when Caleb threw a tantrum.

What is the fascination with leaves and why does Caleb have to mulch every one he sees.

Why will Caleb readily drink his bath water but won't touch a sippy cup with cold, icy CLEAN water?

Why do some women look at you like you are the worst mom in the world when your child throws a tantrum and most men will be so sweet about it. I mean, seriously, most moms have been thru that, right?

Why do the same moms cut you off with their grocery cart when they can clearly see you are trying to chase down your two year old? Aargh!!!!

Why do they put a $500 Lightning McQueen bed, a $350 4-wheeler, and a $100 remote control car out on display where the kids can play with them but all the books are sealed shut?

Can you tell I just returned home from Costco?

Why does Caleb clearly and loudly say things you don't want him to say in public but the things you want other people to hear are said in a regular tone and maybe not as clear?

If the person standing in front of us knew Caleb was talking about them when he said "stinks, mama...stinks".

My little running buddy

Reasons why Caleb doesn't make the best running partner:

1. He wants to go "that way...that way!!". Unfortunately, "that way" is not the way home and I'm usually not wanting to run the extra mile.
2. I'm pushing 30+ pounds plus my extra 10 pounds. Oh, and those extra 30 pounds sometimes starts bucking when we don't go "that way!".
3. He waits until I'm huffing and puffing to start a conversation. "What's that, Momma?" or "Did you see it, Momma?".
4. One day I was feeling especially energetic and ran about a couple of miles out further than our usual. Apparently Santa lives in a house toward the end of those extra miles and now Caleb wants me to run that longer distance to go see Santa.
5. As soon as I feel like I'm getting some rhythm, going faster, improving my speed he says "wanta go fast, momma." I thought we were going fast. He says it when we go up a hill, too. Ummm, no, not gonna go faster.
6. When we get back home he exclaims "I did it! I did it!" as if he was the one doing all the work.
7. Everytime he sees a leaf, he wants me to pick it up so he can crunch it. Do you know how many leaves we see???


Of course I wouldn't trade my little running buddy for anything....of course I'm typing this after I've showered and caught my breath.

Gross!!!

Jason put Caleb to bed last night and around midnight heard Caleb saying "Gross!....Gross!". Jason heard him on the monitor and went to check on him. Caleb held his finger up and said "gross!". Jason finally realized he had a booger on his finger, wiped it off, and Caleb went back to sleep.

Catching up

Ok...I think I've caught December up. I'll be working on November next....someday Caleb will appreciate this, won't he??

New Year's Resolutions

Caleb went running with me on the track at the gym today and he ran 1/4 mile. Well, ok, he ran/walked 1/4 mile...but mostly ran. I will have a running buddy someday!! We also played basketball together at the gym. I won 2-0.

I think I'm going to share some of my New Years resolutions on this blog. Maybe that will motivate me to actually follow through with them. So here it goes....

1. Update the blog at least once a week.
2. Use lotion. I've got a million bottles of lotion and I never use it.
3. Eat at least 3 veggies a day. V8 fusion counts. Potatoes don't.
4. Run a.....oh boy, if I share it I'm gonna have to do it....ok, here it goes...run a marathon. Yikes. I don't know if that one is actually gonna happen.
5. Actually decorate my house. I'll take it one room at a time....or maybe one yard sale at a time.
6. Keep my house clean.
7. Comfortably fit into all of my pre-Caleb clothes.
8. Read my Bible more.
9. Plan our meals so I'm not stressing over what to fix for dinner at the last minute.

So how am I doing??? Well, let's see...
1. Hey, here I am updating. Check.
2. Ummmm....let me go get a bottle and slather it on real quick. Ok, check.
3. Yes, I actually have....8 oz carrot juice, 8 oz V8 fusion, and green beans for dinner. Yeah, me. Check.
4. I did run 4 miles today. I guess it's a start. Check.
5. No....well, unless you count looking through a magazine and thinking about buying some curtains.
6. It's pretty clean. I just need to put away the dishes from dinner. Check.
7. I can fit into them...but comfortably is another story. I'm working on it.
8. I'm gonna get my Bible as soon as I finish this blog.
9. I just added that one so give me some time.