Friday, October 20, 2017

Friday five

1. Tonight I'm attending a ladies retreat with church. Raise your hand if this shocks you. I'm raising my hand higher than anyone.
It goes without saying that I don't generally sign myself up for events with people I don't know, but I'm trying to make more friends at church. I've tried coming up with many MANY reasons to say home but none were legit enough. Apparently needing to be around in case the ice maker breaks isn't a good enough reason.

I've spent nights away from Annabelle before but I still get nervous about it. Parenthood has not been good for my anxiety. I told Annabelle I was going anyway for a while and I would miss her. She patted the back of my head and said, "It's ok, Mom. You'll have lots of fun. Me and Daddy will see you when you get back." She then gave me kisses and hugs to bring with me. She also gave me two stuffed animals, along with their bag of food. She wanted to give me six but I didn't have the room. 

This meme rings as true as ever. I packed four pairs of earrings.  
2. Annabelle has started wearing her rainboots and whistle everywhere we go. We went on a Mommy/Sesame date to Dunkin Donuts this morning and she insisted on wearing them both. We drove the extra seven minutes to the DD where my friend works and she gave us a free munchkin. (It's really paid off to have a friend in management at DD. Not that I'm in the friendship for the free products but they are a nice bonus.) We went to the little zoo (aka the pet store) where Annabelle "blew a little tune" for the animals. I'm sure the mice really appreciated it.

3. I am not a fan of halloween. I love dressing AB up but other than that I wouldn't mind if it was removed from the calendar. For months AB said she wanted to be a butterfly for halloween. She was a butterfly last year and everything still fit so I was happy for her to pick such a low effort costume. Several weeks ago she decided to be a tiger which has required several trips to Joann's and lots of fabric cutting. Christopher said he'd join her and be a bear. Our church is having a trunk or treat and asked people to sign up as trunk decorators. I wasn't planning on dressing up at all but I didn't want to look like the Halloween Scrooge of the family. I decided we could do a jungle themed trunk and I could be a safari guide/zookeeper. Subtle yet participatory. Christopher thinks I should be this instead.
So long, subtle costume. Not only would I stand out like someone riding an inflatable elephant, I'd have to worry about not breaking the fan as I chase down a small tiger.

4. Several months ago we had our neighborhood cookout. Cathleen the tattooed from four houses down brought a container of yellow watermelon. I meant to return the container to her the following week but I forgot. Somehow it ended up on top of the refrigerator holding chip clips, a screwdriver, glasses from the eclipse and army sunglasses. I remembered about the container only when it fell on my head. It's been so long since the cookout it feels weird to return it now. Maybe I'll return it while disguised as an elephant rider.

5. How many times can a three year old call for her mother during quiet time? The answer is 12. 

Monday, October 16, 2017

perfect planning doesn't always pay off

You know how sometimes you get a song stuck in your head and nothing makes it go away? That's how it was for my Friday night, except it was a phrase that kept repeating in my dreams. "Perfect prior planning prevents poor performance." Over and over and OVER. If something went wrong in the dream, a voice would say "you could have prevented that poor performance." It was beyond annoying and I couldn't stop it, no matter how much I tried.

We didn't get to pick strawberries or blueberries this summer so I've been determined we make it to the pumpkin patch. We had a lengthy to-do list for Saturday but I penciled in pumpkin patching for the afternoon. My friend told me about a farm where we could pick pumpkins off the stems, not just out of a giant bucket. It was over half an hour away but I thought the experience would be worth it. I had done the perfect prior planning so I didn't expect any poor performance from the farm.

It felt wrong to pick pumpkins when it was 75* and we were wearing sandals! I actually started sweating. AB brought her Easter basket and insisted on trying to stuff too large pumpkins in it. 
The farm was free but we to buy tickets to the hayride. While we waited for the hayride to come back around Annabelle played in the corn kernels and took advantage of the free face painting. Face painting is the way to her heart.
Thanks to my prior planning I knew we had at least an hour to pick pumpkins and play in the hay maze before the farm closed. Twelve minutes after arriving a man walked around telling everyone they were closing in five minutes. FIVE MINUTES. All my research said they were open until 8. Christopher pointed out to a worker that the website and the sign said as much, but she said "that's for the farm down the road, not us." Because that makes sense. Put the information for another business on your sign. We didn't get the hayride. We didn't have time to go back and pick pumpkins but I grabbed a few from the store as we were being herded out. We had to wrap things up quickly and I was somewhat in a huff about it, but Annabelle had fun and we'll visit another patch in coming weeks. 
We painted our pumpkins last night. I recommend painting pumpkins over carving them by 1000%. Guess which one of us spent precious time painting sprinkles on a doughnut pumpkin that will rot in two weeks. Hint- it wasn't Christopher.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

be careful when you wish for excitement

The problem with saying you have nothing interesting going on is that something might happen and you end up wishing nothing had happened. 

Ask me how I know.

Annabelle was wearing big girl bottoms this morning as she often does. She acts as if they're a diaper but I continue putting them on her so she doesn't forget that she's supposed to be potty training. She had an accident which I cleaned up. Then she had another. Ten minutes later she had another. I kept the paper towels and cleaner out after the first accident because I've learned a thing or two in my three months of the Potty Training Trial of 2017. I was frustrated about something I don't even remember now so I went upstairs to regroup. Suddenly I heard yelling and crying from the living room.

Annabelle was trying to clean her little potty but instead sprayed herself in the face with the clorox bleach cleaner I accidently left out.

By the time I got downstairs her eyes and nose were swollen and red. She was screaming so hysterically I could barely wash her eyes out. She was squeezing her eyes shut and I didn't think any water gone in. I gave her a cool facecloth to hold against her eyes but she didn't want to. She kept screaming and crying. She is not much of a crier and definitely not a screamer so I knew she was in a lot of pain. I wasn't quite sure if it warranted a trip to the doctors so I called Christopher and he said to take her to urgent care. As I put her shoes on she sniffled and said, "I fink I'm going to need something to help me remember this day." As if the gray hairs I got today won't remind me.

We drove to the pediatric urgent care with AB crying the whole way and saying she couldn't see. I gave her Mr Lion which was a real treat since he's gone extinct over the last few months. The urgent care was closed. Why? Who closes their urgent care? I had to find another urgent care which meant more time hearing her scream. Thankfully there was another right down the road. As I was checking her in she asked the receptionist if she was being a good patient. The receptionist said she was and gave her a little bag with coloring books, stickers and a pencil. She held onto the pencil for dear life the entire time we were there.

The doctor said her eyes didn't look too bad but they did need to be washed out more. It took three of us to hold her down while he flushed them out. It was HORRIBLE. Even though it was an accident I felt SO SO bad for leaving the cleaner out and seeing her scream and try to get away from the doctor made it 10 times worse.

I rewarded us for surviving the experience with ice coffee and doughnuts. When she went down for a nap I lay on the couch and stared at the ceiling. It took me awhile to recover. 
Me at 1:58PM
Thankfully she's ok now. Her little eyes are still red but she's back to talking 480 miles an hour like her normal self. She gave me a hug and thanked me for taking care of her. Hopefully tomorrow will be more hugs and less tears! 

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Currently, according to Annabelle*

* with help from my editor
Watching: Baby Einstein, Toy Story and Sarah and Duck. Do you yike the new Toy Story or the old Toy Story?

Eating: Yogurt is my favorite. I don't yike olives. I yike peas, corn, and rice with peanut butter. I mean soy sauce! That's so funny. Rice with soy sauce! 

Reading: One Morning In Maine and Blueberries for Sal. At night I line up all my friends in bed and tell them we're going to Buck's Harbor, just like they do in the book.

Talking about: Japan, stingrays, soccer, what I want to be for Halloween, washing machines, the map of the world that's round and talks about America (a globe). I yike to talk about crafts.

Planning: my garden next year. It will be a flower garden with seeds, carrots, coconuts and potatoes. 
Earning: monies for my turtle bank. I dust the living room and do big chores. I clean the house. Sometimes I ask for monies after I make my bed but I don't get any. 

Going to: school.  I yike the songs and the toys. I yike riding in the cars on the playground, crawling in the caterpillar and eating snacks. We sing the snack song and munch, munch eat a yittle bit. We dress the frog picture in his clothes for the day. I do his sunglasses and it's so funny!

Favorite thing about Mommy: playing with her. 

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

little memories, September 2017

I been recovering from Sunday for the last two days and totally forgot about my little memories post for September.

Sunday we went to church as usual. Generally AB goes to her Sunday school and we go to ours, but this week Christopher went to new members meeting and I went to a new volunteers meeting. We did the dreaded "go around the room and say your name, etc" ice breaker game which I hate. It makes me sweat and forget simple things like my name or my favorite movie. In the evening we went to a going away party for a family from MOPS. I reconnected with a friend who's husband is stationed at Fort Drum and had so much fun comparing notes on our favorite parts of the post and the who's who of the FRG. After that we went to a Bible study with church friends. For those doing the math at home, that's three social events in one day. We were peopled out.

I LOVE people. I love knowing everyone's birthdays, hobbies and the names of all their family members. I love hearing about their friends and what they like to do. I remember it all and it truly brings me joy. The problem is when I'm forced to interact with a hundred people in one day and be friendly and smiley to everyone. Sometimes it is very difficult to be me.

* We've been working on Annabelle writing the letter A. She could do it for a while but she's gotten lazy and it ends up being an H. Christopher said he'd help her and I think he might have thought he could work a miracle in her penmanship. It still looks like an H but they were so cute together.

* We went on a special family date for milkshakes. It was a Big Deal.

* This isn't one of my better photos, but I love it anyway. We brought the castle out to the Hundred Acre Woods and played camping princess and ate popsicles. Fun was had by all until the smallest princess bailed in favor of playing "the camping game wif showers and dryers and scrubbers."  The bigger princess was not a fan of that game.

* Overall I'm not a huge fan of our town. It's fine, but I wouldn't cry a river if we were told to leave tomorrow. In my top two favorite places in town are the flower shop and the gas station with free car vacuums. I consider those the highlights. We do have some pretty walking trails and sometimes views like this make me think it's isn't so bad here. 

 * Annabelle is skeptical about my efforts to take more pictures together. 

 * I had to run out to Payless on Saturday night to buy AB new church shoes. The first thing she said when I showed her was, "Wow! Those are so fabulous!" The instant she woke up the next morning she said, "Where are my fabulous shoes? Don't forget to put them on me! They're fabulous!" That night I went in to check on her and she had gotten her church socks and the fabulous shoes out of the drawer and fallen asleep with them on.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Annabelle should join the mops decorating commitee

Annabelle is watching Little Einsteins so I'm going to try getting this out before the episode is over. She calls Little Einsteins "Little Nine Steins" and I haven't corrected her. She calls nail polish "pail nolish" and I haven't corrected that either. But I misspelled Einstein so I might not be the best person to further her education.

I started attending a new MOPS group this year. The group I was in for the last two years shut down so I was forced to find a new group. I picked a new group based off where my friends were switching to and did zero research on the group itself. My sweet friend Shelley told me she'd be going to the group where her mom is a mentor mom so that's where I signed up. 

A few weeks ago I went to a play date with the new group. I don't enjoy meeting large crowds of new people and Shelley wouldn't be there so I didn't want to go but I forced myself. I knew it would make the first meeting easier if I met a few ladies beforehand at the playground. I woke up with a large pimple on my forehead which I should have taken as a sign to not go. Do you know how hard it is to differentiate a MOPS mom from a regular mom at a popular public playground? Impossible. I had no idea who was who so I had to ask, thereby talking to even more strangers. Finally I found the right group and stood around awkwardly. Annabelle didn't feel awkward in the least. She made herself right at home in the sand and mud. I met a woman named Beth who told me this group has seventy women signed up. 70. SEVENTY. That's 68 people I didn't know. My last two groups only had about 20 each. Naturally I hyperventilated and nearly passed out. Later that day I found out Shelley decided she couldn't do MOPS this year. That didn't help my social anxiety any.

I got myself to the first meeting on time but got lost after dropping Annabelle off in the nursery. I ended up in a random hallway with taped up doors and no lights. When I made it to the right room I sat at the wrong table. What a great start! I was thrilled that Gina from my old group showed up and was assigned to the same table as me. Hallelujah, praise the Lord. We had to fill out a paper with our contact information and answer a few questions. The last question was "does sharing your thoughts/feelings in a group setting make you feel comfortable or uncomfortable?" I'll let you guess how I answered.

Yesterday the leader of our table asked if anyone had prayer requests. Karin asked for prayers as she attempts to potty train her 15 month old in four days. I may only have one child and not have twenty parenting years under my belt, but that seems like it's asking for failure. I will pray for you, Karin. I haven't made any great friends yet (we've only had two meetings) but I'm incredibly proud of myself glad I made myself join a new group. MOPS has been one of the very best things I've done since becoming a mom and I recommend it to everyone.

Brief intermission as I got Sesame Pie her lunch. She asked for yogurt but it was all expired. Please take notes on my excellent homemaker skilz.

I've been delaying my Fall decorating since it's been so warm out but yesterday I took out my box of decor. Annabelle helped decorate the mantle. I did one side
and she did the other. Owliver and Purple Elephant were prominently featured. 
Feel free to add this to your pinterest board.
She comes by her homemaker stilz honestly.