Wednesday, March 30, 2011
The Ghost in the Water Closet
Anyone that knows me knows that I'm fascinated with ghosts, or more specifically, the idea of ghosts. I have been known to watch Paranormal State, Ghost Hunters, Ghost Lab and the like. I've seen Paranormal Activity. And, for the record, no, I won't see the 2nd... I read the spoiler and it's too much for me with having a little one at home. I say no way, Jose. Thankyouverymuch! But I am also known to come up with a reasonable explanation for just about everything. Hearing the toilet flush upstairs in the middle of the day when no one (but me) is home... leaky toilet. Still can make you get the shivers though! Well, tonight, we had another of those types of experiences. Andy was in the closet changing. I was in the closet changing. Ben was (or had just been) in the closet cleaning out one of the drawers of all the nicely folded boxer shorts (you know they look so much more inviting in a frumpled pile on the floor!). Then we heard it. Splish. Splash. We both heard the water splashing! Then I leaned my head out of the closet... to see Ben, splashing around.... with his hand... in the toilet! UGH! Well, at least it was MY toilet (because I know a) it's clean and b) it was flushed). Then he did the unthinkable... BAM The lid down.. RIGHT.ON.HIS.FINGERS! Luckily, they're still small enough that the bump on the lid caught and didn't cause any damage. Other than scarring me for life and requiring a severe and thorough wipe down. As if I didn't have enough to worry about with the dog sooner or later drinking out of the toilet... Benji is playing in them. Gross!
Psyche!
Yeah, that's what Mother Nature has done to us the last couple of days. We were all hanging out this weekend in our shorts enjoying (somewhat) the sunshine and wind and then BAM, in moves a front and it's been in the 40s and raining. However, there is light at the end of the tunnel... want to know what it is? I saw BLUEBONNETS peaking up on Wildflower Hill in our neighborhood! I can't wait! Hurry up Spring.... my moon-tan is leaving me to look like more like Morticia Addams than a sun kissed Coppertone mama!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
The ABC's of Me
I saw this over at a blog I stalk Feels Like Home. She did an entry on the ABC's of Me and I thought, now that's gitchy! I need to do that. So, without further adieu, here are the ABC's of moi! Age: 38 Bed size: King Chore you hate: continually, constantly picking up every little landmine left behind Dogs: One diva Boston, Lola. One sweet mutt, Sadie. One (insert adjective here) puppy, Moose. Essential start to your day: Diet Big Red and smiles from Benji Favorite color: Depends on what it's for... typically black. It just goes with everything. Gold or silver: Silver. Height: 5' 2" Instruments that you can play: None. Job title: Domestic Engineer. Domestic Diva. Taxi driver. Therapist. Nurse. Chef. Chiropractor. Psychologist, Babysitter, Maid, Handy WOman, Teacher, Scientist, Wife, Mom, CEO of Driggers Incorporated... shall I continue? Kids: Josh, Drew, Benji Live: Suburbia-hell, Texas (a.k.a. Keller) Mom’s name: Becky (it's really Rebecca but don't tell her I told you) Nicknames: Ape, Mooooooooooooooooooooom, Mama, Honey Overnight hospital stays: Only with the birth of the kids. Pet peeve: Too many to list. :) People that think Obama is still Mr. Wonderful. When people use your for you're and other simple grammar over-sights that could easily be fixed to make oneself appear more educated. People that expect handouts from anyone rather than doing for themselves (if they are able to...) Quote from a movie: "I'm your Huckleberry." Righty or lefty: Righty Sibling: Well, I guess it depends on how big of an uproar I want to make. You see, I have a half-sister. We have different dads (although my dad adopted her when she was five) but if I SAY that she's my half-sister rather than just "my sister" she tends to get all pissy about it on Facebook and talk about how her family divorced her and all kinds of ridiculousness like that. It's just silly. I wouldn't be offended for her to say that I am her half-sister. ??? Tomato-toe-maaaaah-toe. I also have an ex-step-sister that I still consider family, but I haven't seen her brother (my ex-step-brother) in years. But, along the same lines, my other ex-step-brother (ex-step-dad's son), I don't really consider him "family" anymore. He's more just like an old friend. Weird, huh? Time you wake up: usually about 5:30 a.m. Underwear: Comfortable Vegetables you dislike: Beets, any kind of cooked greens (collard, turnip, spinach--unless it's creamed or in some kind of dip or pasta!) What makes you run late: Life X-rays: I've had my back x-rayed, foot, knee, head (and so yes, I'm one of the few women on the planet that DOES have proof she has a brain!) Yummy food you make: I make all kinds of deliciousness! :) Ask my hubby! Zoo favorite animal: I love the hippos, they're so cute! And the bears... the bears in Abilene were the coolest. And there ya have it! :) Now it's time to sing with me....
Friday, March 25, 2011
Three Hundred and Sixty Five Days
Three Hundred and Sixty Five Days or 525,600 minutes... it seems so insignficant to say "one year" because one seems like such a lonely, small, miniscule number. But to say 365 days... now that sounds more substantial. Whether great or small (though equal) it has flown by.
In 365 days, I have seen this little helpless infant learn to roll over, then to crawl and in the past two days... start taking his first steps toward "real" independence -- walking. He's sustained on my milk... only to wean himself... and now loves regular milk and is hopelessly addicted (as was Drew) to chocolate milk (Yes, I gave him chocolate milk -- it's a rite of passage in our house. Don't judge!)
I've seen him turn his nose to baby mush and Stage 2 and 3 because he wanted "real" food. He started with frozen peaches but now will eat just about anything. He doesn't have an affinity for pasta, however. He loves peaches, plums, pears, banana, blueberries are his favorite. He loves strawberries, honeydew melon, clementines, oranges, tangerines and grapes. HE will, of course, eat any kind of dry cereal and he loves graham crackers and Nilla Wafers. He also really loves plain vanilla yogurt with fruit mixed in.... or really anything else that I'm eating .. he wants a bite of.
He needs and wants his silky blankets to rest... it's comforting for him. I love his attachment to it.
He's grown from 0-3 month clothes, to 6-9 and is now in 12-18 month clothes. I shed a tear with every stage becuase I know that means this is the end of seeing those again. This is the last time I'll have a crawling little man in footie jammies holding onto my ankle wanting to be picked up to see what's going on up on the counter.
He loves the playroom and really enjoys his Melissa and Doug toys. There's somethign to be said for natural wooden products over hard plastic. It's an exciting stage that he is entering the hand-eye coordnation games and is amazingly coordinated already.
We are close to out-growing the swing though he loves it's soothing rhythm to sleep in.
This will be his second Easter this year but the first where he will get an egg... and get to sit in the grass... No candy, but I bet the Easter Bunny will fill those little guys with some goldfish and/or Cheerios!
He had hair at birth but now it's longer and curly.... and blondish-red. He has two bottom teeth and four coming in up on top. He loves his daddy and knows what it means when we say, "Daddy's home" at 6pm every day. He raises his head and tries to figure out what door to look for... front or back.
He delights in seeing his brothers when they come home from school.
We're in 12-18 month clothes, size 4 diapers and no shoes (he won't walk with those on).
He adores the outside and the feel of the grass.
He still sleeps beside me because that's where I want him... and I'm okay with that. Others don't understand that and that's okay. I'm not on this planet to abide by their idea of what is right... I'm doing what's right... FOR ME.
So, tomorrow we celebrate this amazing little person that we are so fortunate to have and that I am so hopelessly in love with. I can't imagine my life without him... and he has blessed me abundantly.
I know the next three hundred and sixty five days will bring about even more amazing changes in his world... so many firsts to experience... and I'm also thankful that I get to stay home with him (what a gift) so that I don't miss a thing!
We will be having a Dr. Seuss party for this little guy... lots of pictures will be posted tomorrow. I just wanted to take a moment while I could to record this snapshot of his life... because it is changing so fast... and I don't want to forget a thing!
So, to you, Benjamin Ryan Driggers... we dedicate this day... may your life be continually blessed beyond measure... I don't hope for you to have an easy life... I want you to know struggles but to ALSO know that you have the power within you to do anything you want! I have had the most amazing three hundred and sixty five days with you so far... and I can't wait to share the rest of your journey with you.
Love,
Mommy
In 365 days, I have seen this little helpless infant learn to roll over, then to crawl and in the past two days... start taking his first steps toward "real" independence -- walking. He's sustained on my milk... only to wean himself... and now loves regular milk and is hopelessly addicted (as was Drew) to chocolate milk (Yes, I gave him chocolate milk -- it's a rite of passage in our house. Don't judge!)
I've seen him turn his nose to baby mush and Stage 2 and 3 because he wanted "real" food. He started with frozen peaches but now will eat just about anything. He doesn't have an affinity for pasta, however. He loves peaches, plums, pears, banana, blueberries are his favorite. He loves strawberries, honeydew melon, clementines, oranges, tangerines and grapes. HE will, of course, eat any kind of dry cereal and he loves graham crackers and Nilla Wafers. He also really loves plain vanilla yogurt with fruit mixed in.... or really anything else that I'm eating .. he wants a bite of.
He needs and wants his silky blankets to rest... it's comforting for him. I love his attachment to it.
He's grown from 0-3 month clothes, to 6-9 and is now in 12-18 month clothes. I shed a tear with every stage becuase I know that means this is the end of seeing those again. This is the last time I'll have a crawling little man in footie jammies holding onto my ankle wanting to be picked up to see what's going on up on the counter.
He loves the playroom and really enjoys his Melissa and Doug toys. There's somethign to be said for natural wooden products over hard plastic. It's an exciting stage that he is entering the hand-eye coordnation games and is amazingly coordinated already.
We are close to out-growing the swing though he loves it's soothing rhythm to sleep in.
This will be his second Easter this year but the first where he will get an egg... and get to sit in the grass... No candy, but I bet the Easter Bunny will fill those little guys with some goldfish and/or Cheerios!
He had hair at birth but now it's longer and curly.... and blondish-red. He has two bottom teeth and four coming in up on top. He loves his daddy and knows what it means when we say, "Daddy's home" at 6pm every day. He raises his head and tries to figure out what door to look for... front or back.
He delights in seeing his brothers when they come home from school.
We're in 12-18 month clothes, size 4 diapers and no shoes (he won't walk with those on).
He adores the outside and the feel of the grass.
He still sleeps beside me because that's where I want him... and I'm okay with that. Others don't understand that and that's okay. I'm not on this planet to abide by their idea of what is right... I'm doing what's right... FOR ME.
So, tomorrow we celebrate this amazing little person that we are so fortunate to have and that I am so hopelessly in love with. I can't imagine my life without him... and he has blessed me abundantly.
I know the next three hundred and sixty five days will bring about even more amazing changes in his world... so many firsts to experience... and I'm also thankful that I get to stay home with him (what a gift) so that I don't miss a thing!
We will be having a Dr. Seuss party for this little guy... lots of pictures will be posted tomorrow. I just wanted to take a moment while I could to record this snapshot of his life... because it is changing so fast... and I don't want to forget a thing!
So, to you, Benjamin Ryan Driggers... we dedicate this day... may your life be continually blessed beyond measure... I don't hope for you to have an easy life... I want you to know struggles but to ALSO know that you have the power within you to do anything you want! I have had the most amazing three hundred and sixty five days with you so far... and I can't wait to share the rest of your journey with you.
Love,
Mommy
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Playthings
You never realize what all is a plaything...
until you bring a puppy into your house.
I never knew that my pants were so much fun. I mean, just me, walking, while wearing capri pants. WOW! Exciting stuff, right? Apparently so. This little toot has ripped holes in not one but TWO pair of my "mom uniform." I'm not happy.
HE also tries to swim in the water bowl. I never realized how much water was in a dog water bowl .... until it was all over the floor and on some fuzzy little mutt with hair like a sponge leaving wet paw prints all over the floor.
Oh boy. What fun.
His favorite thing to play with right now? Socks. He will steal them and then run through the house like "ha ha look at me! I have your sock!"
Socks.
Keep them, punk.
I can buy new ones.
And I'm not chasing you.
I don't care how cute you are.
Well, unless you decide to crap in the floor.
You'll learn what a real witch I can be at that point.
I tolerate you. You're Andy's dog. Personally, I like to spend my "free time" (whatever that is) which generally only occurs during Ben's nap time being proactive with my domestic duties. You know, laundry, picking up, cleaning, cooking, prepping... not training a dog.... chasing a dog... and following a dog... and trying to keep my pants on since you seem to think they're great chew toys!
until you bring a puppy into your house.
I never knew that my pants were so much fun. I mean, just me, walking, while wearing capri pants. WOW! Exciting stuff, right? Apparently so. This little toot has ripped holes in not one but TWO pair of my "mom uniform." I'm not happy.
HE also tries to swim in the water bowl. I never realized how much water was in a dog water bowl .... until it was all over the floor and on some fuzzy little mutt with hair like a sponge leaving wet paw prints all over the floor.
Oh boy. What fun.
His favorite thing to play with right now? Socks. He will steal them and then run through the house like "ha ha look at me! I have your sock!"
Socks.
Keep them, punk.
I can buy new ones.
And I'm not chasing you.
I don't care how cute you are.
Well, unless you decide to crap in the floor.
You'll learn what a real witch I can be at that point.
I tolerate you. You're Andy's dog. Personally, I like to spend my "free time" (whatever that is) which generally only occurs during Ben's nap time being proactive with my domestic duties. You know, laundry, picking up, cleaning, cooking, prepping... not training a dog.... chasing a dog... and following a dog... and trying to keep my pants on since you seem to think they're great chew toys!
A fun playdate
Today was a fun playdate with Ben's play group and we got to celebrate two birthdays: Ben's and Bridgette's.
It was fun. I ran and got some balloons and made some cookies. The kids had goldfish and grapes and Cheerios. They played and some are walking. Last playgroup it was all boys, this one was all girls (other than Ben) until the end we had one last source of testesterone show up.
I think it's good for moms to be able to connect with other moms in the same "season" of life so that you feel human.
It was fun. I ran and got some balloons and made some cookies. The kids had goldfish and grapes and Cheerios. They played and some are walking. Last playgroup it was all boys, this one was all girls (other than Ben) until the end we had one last source of testesterone show up.
I think it's good for moms to be able to connect with other moms in the same "season" of life so that you feel human.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Diary of a Wimpy Mom
I should call my blog that, huh?
I never wanted to be wimpy. Reminds me of the Hefty trash bag commercials. "Hefty. Hefty. Hefty. Wimpy. Wimpy. Wimpy." If you're a child of the 80's you know those!
I always aspired to be Sarah Conner. Sarah Conner? Yeah, remember... on Terminator. Seh-duh Conn-uh? Say it in your best AAAAhhhhnold voice. Remember when she was training and doing chin-ups and one-armed push-ups. I wanted to be a bad ass like that! Still do. I'm sure it'll come in time. It just takes training, right? That's what I'm going to tell myself anyway!
But tonight, this post isn't about me. It's about Drew. The child... is amazing. He loves to read. He loves that he loves to read. He's in Kindergarten reading on a 5th grade reading level! How awesome is that?
He picked up several books last night but started reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid 2. I've told him how important it was to read the books before you see the movies... so he wants to see the new movie coming out. Cool, huh?
Go Drew!
I never wanted to be wimpy. Reminds me of the Hefty trash bag commercials. "Hefty. Hefty. Hefty. Wimpy. Wimpy. Wimpy." If you're a child of the 80's you know those!
I always aspired to be Sarah Conner. Sarah Conner? Yeah, remember... on Terminator. Seh-duh Conn-uh? Say it in your best AAAAhhhhnold voice. Remember when she was training and doing chin-ups and one-armed push-ups. I wanted to be a bad ass like that! Still do. I'm sure it'll come in time. It just takes training, right? That's what I'm going to tell myself anyway!
But tonight, this post isn't about me. It's about Drew. The child... is amazing. He loves to read. He loves that he loves to read. He's in Kindergarten reading on a 5th grade reading level! How awesome is that?
He picked up several books last night but started reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid 2. I've told him how important it was to read the books before you see the movies... so he wants to see the new movie coming out. Cool, huh?
Go Drew!
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