What Am I Going To Do With Him!

Tyler loves playing in the bathtub...well actually the sink. He splashes all over the place. Guess what else splashes? The toilet....yes you read that right. I turned my back on him for 30 seconds tonight to change shirts and I heard water. I looked up and there was my sweet little boy with both hands in the toilet having a ball.....


Now for his new chew toy....my big toe. Yep, not joking. If I have my feet on the couch and I'm not paying attention, he decides to latch onto my toes with those 2 razor sharp teeth of his. I think it has something to do with the red toe nail polish. Note to self: avoid red polish.


So I've got to break my son of biting on my toes and playing in the toilet....kind of sounds like training a puppy...

Tyler Is TOO Young For This

Tonight I was changing clothes when Frank yelled for me to, "Come look what your son has done." And this is what I saw...

This was his "I'm Busted" face!

He opened his can of cheese puffs all by himself and dumped the entire container on the floor and began eating them.
He had a ball! When he got done, Daddy cleaned it all up for him.

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

WOW! Can you believe it's snowing! I'm so excited. I had to bundle Tyler up tight and get a few Kodax moments in. Here's my little man! I only got a couple of shots with him with his tongue in his mouth because he wanted to eat the snow!

Mommy, you've got too much clothes on me. I can't even sit up!

Yum...Snow taste good.

Look at that smile!

He doesn't know what to think! He looks like the Michelin Man with all those rolls in his outfit!

Being a Mom is Not All Glitz and Glamour

Here's My Disclaimer before I get a ton of comments suggesting that I am not thankful for having my little man: Let me first state that I am THRILLED to be a mom! I am so unworthy of the incredible blessing that was bestowed upon me and I would not trade it for the world! And I realize that this blessing is not something everyone receives, and I am very thankful for my sweet, sweet little boy.

Now that I have given my disclaimer, let's get down to business. When you are pregnant, no one tells you how hard being pregnant is. I mean, let's be honest. Pregnancy, like motherhood is not Glitz and Glamour. The changes your body goes through...it's like an alien has taken over and your body does things you never knew were imaginable. And just to spare you the details, some are quite disgusting. But you finally get through the 40 weeks...yes 40...someone miscounted when they said 9 months of pregnancy because it's more like 10....but anyways back to my ramblings...you finally make it through the 40 weeks of pregnancy and you think you are home free. You are going to get to take back ownership of your body and WHAM!

To all the new moms out there...THEY LIED TO YOU AGAIN! You will never have your body back. In fact, I don't even recognize mine. All I know is it looked like I was growing a line backer in my belly and instead, a tiny little 7 pounder came out. But as if the pregnancy memories didn't scar my brain forever, now I have a map of the United States permanently etched on my stomach. That's right folks, I-95 runs straight through my belly button. And if that map isn't clear enough for you, you can check out the one on my legs! I had a few veins before, but WOW! (I know, I know...This is Too Much Information. If you want to stop reading now I won't get mad.) And then there's the case of gravity taking over way to early. I chose to nurse Tyler for almost 5 months and now I resemble my grandmother...if you get what I am saying. I've tried that $100 bra that Oprah recommends to try to hold the girls up and I should have just burned that money. Oprah and I apparently have very different genes! (and the whole bra fitting for one of those fancy smanshy bras is a whole ordeal too...I'll get to that later) I've determined that if I want to get these girls back in place then I'll need a rope and a pulley system! And we're not even going to talk about my back side because I refuse to look. I believe that God knew what he was doing when he put eyes in the front of our head instead of the back! He doesn't WANT you to look back there!

I am not a huge plastic surgery supporter and I don't have any desire to be Barbie. But I did like my curvy, non-stretch mark, tankini wearing pre-baby body. And as many of you know, it's still wasn't a really pleasant site to see, but you know...I was somewhat happy with it. I'll tell you pre-baby looked like a super model compared to post baby! So the deal I have with Frank is after baby #2...which is not coming anytime soon unless God has different plans....Momma is getting tucked, sucked, and lifted. And then when I can comfortably fit back into a tankini (and it can still be a double digit size) without feeling like I'm wearing a moo-moo, then maybe he can get a pontoon boat :-)

And now that I have scared all the new moms, I will tell you the one thing you always hear that is true...My Little Guys is worth ever gripe and complaint I have about my new body. Because at the end of the day, he loves me just the way I am.

My Not-So Miracle Bra

I broke down and went and got professionally fitted for a bra. For a well endowed girl, the is a huge necessity. And I had heard all these wonderful things about those high priced bras and I finally broke down and bought one. But before I tell you about the results, I've got to tell you about the fitting.

First, I thought there was no modesty in child birth...the same goes for a bra fitting. They go right into the room with you and measure you and check everything out! (And let me add...this fitting was post-baby and I was not yet ready to share my road map with anyone else!) Then they leave you there while they go and get a whole mess of bras to try on. Then they teach you 'how to put on a bra'. I know...I didn't think it was rocket science either, but apparently it's an 'art form'. I say this is more like a workout! I was sweating by the end of it!

You see, first you must put on the bra and then you bend over until your body is in an angled position. Then you must take your right arm and reach around your left side and grab your "back fat" (yes, she said back fat) and pull it forward and tuck it in your bra. I looked at the lady and told her there wasn't a bra big enough to hold all my fat! But she insisted that this would give me that smooth effect. Then you do the same to the right side. Then you stand up and 'fluff' the girls. This left my girls touching my chin just about! But I have to admit they were standing at attention and I did have a waist for the first time in my life. But by the end of the day, I was hating life. I just don't think there's a comfortable bra for busty girls. I mean honestly, I think anytime you're carrying around 10 pound weights...you're going to be uncomfortable. If I'm wrong, please enlighten me. I'm willing to try anything!

So for now, I'll just hold onto my deal with Frank...tucked, sucked, and lifted.....

Too Stinkin Cute!

I know he's my baby and I am very partial, but he's just too stinkin cute! He's a handful these days, with a very stubborn personality. But if you just let him be, he's a barrel of fun!

Look Daddy, I've got your hat and I'm not giving it back!

If Tyler goes missing, he's usually in the hallway playing with his 'friend'. His 'friend' is a lot of fun. He laughs with Tyler, talks to Tyler, and they kiss each other bye bye!
You always need to High-Five your 'friend!'
Tyler has outgrown his bath tub. Unfortunately, the big bath tub kills mommy's back. Daddy figured out that Tyler fits perfectly into the sink right now! And now Tyler and Mommy enjoy bath time!
Look at that face! This is what I mean about TOO STINKIN CUTE! Man I love this little guy! I can always count on him to make me smile.

Mommy's Weight Loss Plan

Well it's the new year, so I am joining 2.5 billion other people and vowing to lose weight in 2009. I have a new weight loss plan this year, and his name is Tyler! HA! You thought I was serious for one split second didn't you! You should have known better! (Well I do hope to lose some more weight, but it's not really a resolution.)

Tyler is however going to force me to lose weight because I can't keep up with him! The child has an attention span that last 1/50,000,000,000th of a second (he gets that from his ADHD Dad). He is a little busy body and has to be moving non-stop! In fact, he got all these great toys for Christmas that he has no interest in. Instead, he wants to pull up, grab what ever is on the ottoman or end table - yes that little hand can reach the edge of the end table when he is standing on his tippy toes! I've even had to move the coffee table into the hallway because he kept bumping his head. He loves cords, paper, the phone, and the remote. He can turn the phone on and off, and he can change the TV channel too. Did I mention he just turned 8 months on December 30th?!?!?! And I now have to play on the computer after he has gone to bed, because he loves typing. Anything that Frank or I have, he has to have. And he does not take no for an answer.

Needless to say, I love this little boy beyond measure! And he just amazes me each and every day. I say he's a nosy little boy, but I really think he's just very inquisitive. He has to look/touch/see everything that is going on and he just takes it all in. And he has his own personality! When I feed him now and he gets full, he will shake his head to tell me no-no...it's too cute. And when he's getting into trouble (he does this a lot) and I say no-no, he laughs at me and just keeps doing it. He's also started being the center of attention. When he does something he's proud of, you have to clap for him. Otherwise he will squeal for himself until you clap. It's so adorable. And when he doesn't want to do something, he's not budging. He definitely has a stubborn streak (he gets that honest from both of us!) And I believe he already has a jealous streak in him as well. Yesterday when I picked him up from school, there was another little girl crying and the daycare worker was changing a diaper so she couldn't pick her up. So I, being a sucker for a crying child, picked Tyler and the little girl up and rocked them. Well she immediately laid her head on my chest and started to go to sleep. Tyler was not having this. He reached over, grabbed her paci, threw it on the floor and pushed her! I said no-no, picked her paci up and gave it back to her. Well he did it again! He did not like sharing his mommy! He could have been trying to play with her, but I'm just not sure.

All I can say is I just love being with him and watching him learn. And now that he's going to help me lose weight, well I love him even more :-)