I am sick of it

I know, I know. I live in Upstate NY RIGHT next to a Great Lake. It is guaranteed to snow, and guaranteed to piss me off.


Don’t get me wrong.  I LOVE the snow.  I just HATE the fact it needs to get shoveled.  AND I DESPISE the fact it hasn’t stopped snowing for 7 freaking DAYS.  7 hours is sufficient, although I probably would have shat myself if this amount had fallen in only 7 hours.


School was delayed this morning, and I was all excited as I was getting Camryn ready to head out to the bus stop when my awesome bad neighbor calls and crushes my dreams of a day without arguing with a 6 year old.  It got canceled.  UGH!


He did survive.


Did you miss me?

I know it has been a while, but I have been kinda busy. I do have 3 kids, a husband, a dog and a pretty kitty. They all keep me so busy.

Thanks giving was great. I cooked for the first time EVER, and everyone is still breathing, so I guess I did pretty decent. I had 13 people over. Only 4 were children, so I got a 21 pound turkey thinking I would have LOADS of leftovers. Um, no. I was sadly mistaken on that prediction. After all was said and done, we had a great time.

Shawn and my new brother in law, Aaron, convinced my mother to drive over. They didn’t want her to spend the holiday by herself eating Chinese food. She was happy to come over, and was glad that she did. She said that my turkey was the best one she had EVER eaten in her 53 years!

MY TURKEY! OMG! It was freaking AWESOME! I brined it the night before, and cooked it stuffed with onions, carrots, apples. When I sliced into that piece of meat it was TO DIE FOR. Juice was going everywhere, and my mouth was watering. Funny thing is, I HATE turkey. I choke it down once a year, only due to tradition, but for some odd reason, I couldn’t get enough of my turkey this year. I’m excited to try my hand at it again on Christmas (I have another turkey sitting in my deep freezer).

I made my first ever pie from scratch. I DESPISE pumpkin pie, so I told my sister if she wanted pumpkin pie, she had to buy or make it herself. I have dabbled in baking for a few months now, and I get better with each subsequent batch of whatever I am making, so I didn’t hold much stock in how my first ever pie crust from scratch was going to fare. After the winning Tom, and the delicious sides, it was only natural to scarf down a piece of pie. So we cut into the cherry pie and it was so so scrumptious. Melt in your mouth, drool on yourself good. I had to pat myself on the back for that one.

To top off the best cooking ever, I started a whipped cream fight with my sister, Tara. HA HA HA! My husband then had to get in on the action, but ended up whacking her in the nose with the can and scarring it up. She’ll get over it. It was a BLAST!

By the time everyone left, I was beaming from ear to ear, stuffed to capacity, and ready for some much needed shut eye. Turkey Day was a hit!

Now, Ducky is sick. We ended up in the ER with him last week. Come to find out, he has Bronchiolitis with the start of Pneumonia. UGH! FML! Why me? He is taking antibiotics and doing much better. It took 3 days of constant doses of Motrin and Tylenol to keep his fever below 104, but I think it is now beat.

Holdyn is in preschool 2 times a week and doing great. He pees and poops at school on the toilet, yet refuses at home. We will figure it out one of these days. He is now teaching Ducky all the bad things he shouldn’t know, then being a tattletale when D starts doing them. What a turd! The terrible 2’s hit a month ago. I guess he is my overachiever. Somehow he manages to get only 4 appendages to go in 40 different directions during his fits. His birthday is on SUNDAY! Where did the last 2 years go? I don’t remember them at all. He is growing up too fast for my liking.

My baby is now 11 months. Did the last year really pass me by? i am honestly at a complete loss. He is trying to walk, but tends to fall short and end up in a face full of tile, carpet, or couch. Holdyn is trying to teach him how, but gets frustrated at him.

I’ll be back in a few to update some more, but my kids are calling!

Camryn went to church

We all know I am not religious in the slightest. I am all for the beliefs of anyone else. Just don’t try pushing them on me. All your hard work will get a dorr in your face.

As per my other post, my IL’s came over this weekend. On Friday night we (Shawn, me and the kids), and Camryn starts spouting off that God made the entire world and such. I asked who taught him that because neither Shawn nor I talk about religion in the house. I wasn’t upset, I was just wondering who his “teacher” was. He informs me it was a friend from school. OK, fine.

Shawn asked him if he wanted to go to church and find out all about God and decide what he wants to from that. Camryn was a OK with it. So was I, surprisingly.

When Shawn’s parents got in last night Shawn says “Oh, you guys need to bring Camryn to church tomorrow.”

They were shocked to say the least and they look at me, to see if I objected.

“I told him to tell you guys”. They were flabbergasted.

So, Camryn comes home today all happy and wanting to go to church next weekend. I don’t mind as long as he doesn’t come home one day condemning me to hell. I will put a stop to it if that ever sprouts.

I think I have a defective model

So, most of you all know my love for my mother in law (ha ha ha…he he he…). Shawn invited them over this weekend (with my blessing…I will post again with that story).

My MIL and FIL took Camryn with them this morning to church (this will be in new post). When they got home we were outside talking to them when my mother in law says (and I quote) “Camryn told me that Mommy hates someone” I cocked my eyebow and turned my head slightly too see Camryn behind me all sheepish like.

“And who is this, Camryn” I ask ever so nicely. I am thinking in my head that Camryn misinterpreted me when I had told him in the past that I didn’t believe in God. I thought MAYBE he mixed it up in his brain.

He gets all quiet and points his finger. I follow the path his tiny little finger followed.

Yup, you guessed it. It was planted right square in the middle of my MIL.

I think my face flushed to every shade of red. At one point one may not have been able to distinguish my face from my hair.

Um, no Camryn. I have said that I may DISLIKE some of Nanny’s actions, but I don’t HATE her. That is a harsh word to say”.

I stood there like a fool while my MIL was laughing. Gloating, more like it.

AND I could have shot my husband right on the spot for laughing when Camryn says this.

I REALLY need to watch my mouth from now on. My child actually DOES listen to me.

Silence….Good thing or disastrous?

You would think any mother would be happy with a little bit of silence.

No. I am not. I get scared when I haven’t heard something crash or a kid cry for longer than about 30 seconds. It is how I calculate my attack on my kids.

Loud shatter with a little crying and I run.

Mediocre crash sound and I will dry my hands and walk briskly over to the general direction of the noise.

A crash and an “Ut Oh” and I grab my phone to call 911 if necessary.

I am doing my dishes a few minutes ago. Over the running water I hear “Oh chit”. This is Holdyn new way of saying “OOPS. I did something wrong”. Not the best way of saying something, but at least I know.

I take my time drying my hands because I hear no other tell tale signs that something detrimental has happened. No shatter sound, no high pitched scream from little man, no dog running away.

What could possibly be up in there. It is too quiet.

I sneak around the corner. I poke my head in and Holdyn is trying to pull Ducky up by his shirt collar. D is going with it. Holdyn then props him up against the couch and pats him on the back just as the little one falls flat on his face and starts giggling. I still haven’t figured out what the “Oh Chit” was about, but no damage, so we are all good.

There is something seriously wrong with this picture. It takes a 6 year old 5 minutes to teach Camryn how to ride a bike with no training wheels (we tried FOREVER), and it takes a 2 freaking year old to teach my 9 month old how to stand up.

What am I doing wrong!?

First day of preschool


I woke up this morning realizing that my little monster was leaving me for 3 hours this morning. I had geared myself up for it, but I still bawled like a little baby.

Holdyn started preschool this morning. I woke him up and fed him breakfast (waffles…not the best, but he was fed and no milk to clean up off him), got him dressed, packed his backpack, and we were off to school by 8:30am.

On the way there I was choking back tears, and Holdyn is singing in the back “Cool, Cool. Me go to cool!” Brat. He was happy and I was in some serious pain!

We get to the school (only 30 seconds down the street), and I shuffled him (still singing his awesome song) and Ducky into the school. Come to find out, I was there 20 minutes earlier than we are allowed to to drop off our children, so we sat in the lobby for a few minutes. Holdyn found a basket of apples and was happily munching away on one, still singing his song.

A few minutes before it was time to drop him off, Shawn walks in the front door. I was so happy he got off his CQ duty and was able to see H-man off to his first day of school.

We sign him in and walk to the classroom and he bolts the second he sees this giant sea of toys! He didn’t know what to play with first! I held in my waterworks while we chatted with the director for a minute to see what all will happen, but the second we walk out of the room and the door closes I burst out in tears. Shawn calls me a dork and I want to punch him but there were children around. I look back into the glass part of the door and Holdyn is chattering away with a little girl who is showing him everything.

My babies are growing up too fast! I don’t know how I will handle another day of this maddness.

Take that out of your nose

My children are odd. I say that with the utmost sincerity. I still love them and always will, but I will always have this lingering thought of “Where did the weirdness gene come from”? Was it me, or was it from my oh so awesome (most days) husband who some in my family and friend’s circle, would call a, um, dork?

Most children, when born, would run away screaming and crying “cruel and unusual!” when they see the snot sucker. Those little blue bulbs that they use in the hospital to clear the neonate’s mouth out when born.

Yes, the snot sucker. It is the grandest invention, in my book. I am able to pull snot out of a screaming, writhing, infant in about 2.5 seconds. BUT, in those 2.5 seconds I also have a scratched lip, busted eye, a kick to the nose, and a burst ear drum.

My child can now breath better, so he can suck in all the necessary air to better scream in my ears. My neighbor can hear it. I’m sure my mother can hear him from 210 miles east of me.

Now, here I am farting around on my FaceBook, and Holdyn comes over to me. I take a sideways glance at him, and notice he has this huge blue mass hanging from his left nostril.

Um…OK? I think to myself “What did he get into now?” As I was standing up to go investigate farther, I now notice that it is the ingenious snot sucker. I sit back down, now realizing that nothing harmful has happened (my house IS babyproofed, but Holdyn is learning new things to get into on an hourly basis).

A few moments later, Holdyn is saying “Mom, Mom” and holding out his hand. I offer up my palm and he so generously gives me the slimiest, nastiest, greenest, and LONGEST booger that I have EVER seen come from an ADULTS nose, let alone a 21 month old’s.

Like I said. I don’t think the weirdness gene came from me. I get grossed out too easily.

Hmmm…I may have to rethink this one.

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