Monday, December 14, 2009

Ode to Stay-At-Home Moms

Sometimes I take being a stay-at-home mom for granted.

It is the funnest thing in the world.

And I will tell you why:

1.I am the co-CEO of my life and house.

2.I get to pretend I am different kind of animals to entertain Smith.

3.I can eat chips and cheese whenever I want.

4.I can read any kind of book, wether it be a pop-up book, or The Odyssey(my current fav)

5.I can shower at 10:00am and walk around my house with my hair wet for hours, and I don't feel pressure from co-workers to look like a million bucks.....but sometimes Smith will give me a look like, "mom, you look like a homeless woman with wet hair, I think you should get changed." When I see that look, I change immediately and probably put mascara on for fun.

6.I can create things, write books, draw pictures, refurbish D.I. items, read peoples blogs, read scriptures, cook, make elaborate grocery lists (ridiculously detailed), read cook books cover to cover, attempt to sew and work out.

7.Love Smith and watch him grow. See what he sees and learn what he learns.

8.Knowing that Bryce wants me home more than anywhere or any work place in the world.

9.Feeling like a domestic goddess

10.And learning that Enough is all you need.

These are just some of the fun reasons why I love being a stay at home mom. I seriously couldn't imagine a better place for me. Some day I want to start my career when my youngens are not so young. But not today. Today I am going to roll on the floor and make silly faces to my sweet little boy. Today, I am going to be a mom and wife. It's going to be a good day.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

I Got One

Last night, to my dismay, I woke up to find Smith covered in throw up and hives.

Yeah, joys of mother-hood.

Poor little boy. I felt so sorry for him. We currently have our hot water turned off due to some remodeling, so i couldn't give him a bath. I just heated up some water on the stove and dabbed a wash cloth in the water, then washed off his face and shoulders. I yelled from Smith's room.

"Sweet heart. Come in here and look at Smith. I am worried!" I was worried. Underneath the lovely throw-up was big red and white hives and Smith was itching them like crazy.

"Can you go to the store and get some baby benidryl for me?" I asked. Hoping it wouldn't be inconvenient for him at midnight seeing he had to get up at six.

"Yeah." He just got his wallet and went to the store. He ended up calling me from the costumer service counter."Umm... the baby benidryl says not to give it to kids under the age of 2?"

So I told him to call me back in five minutes.

You test a lot of people's loyalty at midnight when you call them on the telephone.

First I called my Mom. No answer. Then I called my mother-in-law. No answer. Then I called my sister who lives in North Carolina. No answer. Then I called my mom again. No answer. So I called my Dad's cell phone. "What's up?" Yay! My Mom answered.

"Mom, Smith threw up everywhere and has hives, Bryce is at the store and is wondering what to do because the bottle of benidryl says it's only for kids 2-4 years old?"

"OKay, just give him under the lowest dose. He will be fine."

"Thanks Mom. Go back to bed. Love ya bye."

So to make a long story short. My Bryce came home with Baby Benidryl and SMith was fast asleep by the time Bryce got back. I hugged my Bryce tight as he walked through the door.
"Thank you so much. You will be blessed!"

He looked at me and said,"I don't want to be blessed anymore, I want Smith to be blessed."

I thought that was so sweet. And I thought,"I got one. I got a good one." a husband that is.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Call Waiting

I am currently on call waiting for the CHIP office, while I am writing this.

All I can say is, Elevator Music.

Anyway, I think Black Friday is totally weird. I wonder why they call it black friday? I usually like to relax the day after Thanksgiving, in a comfortable chair, and think about all the frantic shoppers while I am enjoying my vacation. But this Black Friday, I shopped. And it was fun.

I only went to one store.


I think IKEA is fun. It kind of feels like an airport to me. When you first walk in there is an escalator that takes you up and you kind of don't know what to do for a second. Then after you get your stuff, you have to walk through their stock items, which the ceiling could totally pass as high as an airport. It's huge. Okay, so then you get to the check out and it literally feels like you will have to take off your shoes and put them in a little tub and get wanded by security. But you don't have to do that. It just feels like it. I don't know why, maybe it's the smell of cinnamon rolls as you leave, or the plastic that guards the cashier.


All I ended up getting was material. You can buy it by the yard, and they have a ton of fun patterns!! I am planning on making pillows from this gorgeous stuff and I am excited. What did you do on Black Friday?