Sunday, February 28, 2010

Thanks and Hugs

Thank you to everyone who sent me a message. I can't help but get teary eyed every time I read them. I know everything will work out, it's just frustrating. And I hate feeling so helpless. My heart goes out to Dave, though. I'm sure he feels worse; he's just not showing it. I know he feels like this is all his fault. And I keep telling him that it's not. It's not happening because of him- it's happening TO him. But I'm sure my hysteria and snappish remarks aren't helping.

We went out to breakfast with my dad and my sister today. Sutton was great all the way there, but melted down as soon as we tried to sit down to eat. It was a usual MacDonald outing for us. Sigh. I almost wish he was still small, so he could stay in his car seat carrier and not throw a fit.

But it was fun to see him with my dad. He kept yelling, "Zayda! Zayda!" And my dad would mock-yell "What?" And Sutton would yell back "How doing?" That kind of thing. It was hard, though, because he kept dashing all over Target. So we had to take turns chasing after him.

I changed the blog again, because the other template wouldn't let comments be posted. Hopefully this works better. Because I miss seeing comments on my blog!

Saturday, February 27, 2010

I. Give. Up.

That's right, dear readers. I officially give up. Surrender. Wave the white flag. Karma has come and basically shit right on top of us. Did I piss someone off in a former life and just not know about it?

Life has just been one trying time after another thrown at us. Let me elaborate. As I have mentioned before, Dave and I had put an offer in on a house, but it was a short sale. So that meant that we would have to wait a very long time before we could officially buy the house. Well, on Friday, Dave and I decided to walk away from the house. It was one screwed up mess, with missing files, and two companies not wanting to take responsibility for the screw-ups, and a foreclosure date that was looming on the horizon. So, because of that (and another reason) we elected to cancel the short sale contract.

As for the other reason...well, I haven't talked much about this. Mostly because I was sticking my head in the sand and trying to ignore it. So here goes...Dave is being laid off. His company merged two departments, and Dave's job is being eliminated. He has until the end of March to find another position within the company, or look for work outside of the company. When he first told me, I cried all day. I don't do well with drastic changes like this. I honestly am scared about what our future holds for us. And I know that people say that G-d only gives us as much as we can handle. Well, he must have some awesome faith in us, because one thing after another keeps coming our way.

Our landlord had informed us a few months ago that he wanted to sell the house we are renting. (See my other post about the nightmarish time we had trying to prepare for the open house.) What he failed to tell us is that he stopped making his mortgage payments, and the house will be going into foreclosure at the end of April. So we have little more than a month to find a new place to live.

I think my biggest regret is that we aren't able to provide a home for Sutton to grow up in. I really wanted to get a house that we could call our own. To not have to have a landlord. To build our lives in our little dream house. I already had plans for the kitchen, etc. To have a garden in the backyard that Sutton could help with. To fill the new house with memories.

Dave said to me the other night that he was sad that we couldn't work on growing our family. We really want to have another baby, but we simply can't afford it right now. Two kids in daycare is more than we can afford. And now that one income is makes me a little sick to my stomach to think about it.

I have to admit right now, tears are streaming down my face as I write this. Dave has a very different attitude than I do. He prefers to think positively. And I'm trying, really I am. I know that we will be OK. As long as we stick together, everything will work itself out. Our families have told us that they will help anyway they can. But it's a lot to ask of our families. And I am, by nature, a worrier. I have to freak out about something. But that's why I have this blog. To get my worries out, so I can get over them.

And now that I have gotten them out, let's focus on something a little happier. Like my adorable husband and child.
Sutton is super cuddly lately. He loves to give hugs, or lay on us while we watch TV.

Modeling his new Old Navy sunglasses. Upside down on top of his head.

Please keep us in your thoughts. I know it will work out OK, it's just going to be a stressful couple of weeks.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Sick and Tired

OK, so I just spent the better part of twenty minutes picking out a new background for my blog. Do we like it? Or should we comment on the fact that I spent more time choosing backgrounds for the blog rather than, oh I don't know, actually writing something on this blog....ignore me. I'm just feeling sorry for myself. But what better place to vent than my own blog, right? As I posted on Facebook, I woke up this morning with pinkeye. Thanks, Sutton. Appreciate it. Just what I need, right? Add that on top of the fact that I am still fighting the remnants of this flu. I lost my voice on Tuesday, which made working interesting. Luckily, I had some help, in case customers needed to speak to me. But the hacking cough had been keeping me up the last three nights. I ended up crashing on Wednesday. Everyone at work told me, "Leave and get some rest." And rest I did. I went to sleep at about eleven in the morning, and slept until almost four-thirty in the afternoon. Wow, I guess I really needed to rest.
Thursday was good.
Cough wasn't too bad, my voice was back (pretty much-I still sound like I have a frog in my throat. Dana came over with Jonas, and we pretty much just got out of the house. We went over to Costco, and picked up a few things. Shared a hot dog with Sutton.

He mostly ate the bun, and then decided to eat the rest of the hot dog. Then we went over to the mall playground and let Sutton run around for a bit. We only stayed there about 15 minutes before Jonas needed his nap. Sutton fell asleep in the car (as usual) and I got him into the house still asleep. While he napped, I started dinner. When he woke up, we made a smoothie (thanks for the idea, Sarah!)

He even drank it out of a big boy cup without spilling. Then we went for a walk around the block in the wagon.
Don't you love his crazy, tousled hair? He needs a haircut so badly, but the longer it gets, the curlier it gets. So cute. But the bedhead is scary.
When we got home from our walk, it was still nice outside. So we played in the backyard for a bit.
Farmer Sutton. Complete with the plaid shirt. The next series of photos are a bit blurry. He was running and dancing around the yard, singing some kind of song. I couldn't get him to stop long enough to tell me what he was singing.

Then we went inside and finished making dinner. Dave got home around 6ish, and we ate dinner. Then we played/watched TV until bedtime.

I guess sometime during the night, I developed the pinkeye. I honestly have no idea where I got it. Yes, Sutton DID have it, but that was over a week ago, and he was on the drops since last week Wednesday. He wouldn't have been contagious for over a week, could he?

Either way, I was in no condition to work today. I ended up leaving my HR manager a voicemail message at 5:45 in the morning, since that was when I had woken up to start getting ready for work. Of course, then I couldn't get back to sleep. So I sat up, watching the early morning news until Sutton and Dave got up. I got the boys off to school/work and headed to the walk in clinic. I was first in line, and am now on the medicated drops.

Only one problem makeup. I wore my contacts yesterday, so I need to throw those out until I am finished with the drops. Unfortunately, they were my last disposable pair, so I need to order more. But I did not wear any eye makeup yesterday. So I asked the doctor about it, and she didn't think I needed to replace my eye makeup. Do you think I should? I just bought a new mascara-it's less than a week old. I COULD replace my eye liner, and just tell Dave that the doctor told me I needed to!! Hmmm, what do you think?

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Super Happy Family Fun Day!!!

If I could express sarcasm in this blog, the title of this post would reek with sarcasm. Today was just a complete series of failures across the board.
Let's go in order, shall we?
1. We had an open house scheduled for today. We were supposed to be out of the house from 12-4, so prospective buyers and agents could tour the property, as my landlord is selling the house we are renting. So we've spent the better part of two weeks packing, and organizing. We had old, unusable boxes picked up, and I had a large donation arranged to be picked up.
2. On Thursday afternoon, I started getting sick. I finally came down with what Dave had. So I did not have much energy to continue packing. So I pretty much laid around the house with Sutton.
3. I was off on Friday (I took 4 days off, to get the house cleaned and ready for this open house.) But my fever spiked at 101.2 and I felt like death warmed over. Out of my list of 10 things to do that day, I think I did one.
4. This morning, I got up with Sutton and decided, "That's it. I'm going to the walk-in clinic, just to make sure this isn't something serious. So I go to the clinic, where she gives me the diagnosis of...the flu. That's it. As she put it, stay in bed today, and get lots of rest. Really? Has she seen my to-do list?
5. So I get home, and we're finishing up some last minute cleaning upstairs. We try to keep Sutton entertained by putting on the TV for him. But he's more interested in screaming at us, "Mom! Dad! What doing?" (What are you doing? for those who don't speak Suttonese.) Dave is cleaning the office, and knocks over a pile of books. I hear the crash and come running. And run smack into a stack of heavy boxes. Jammed the toes on my left foot so bad I thought I had broken them. Go crumpling to the ground from the pain. Turns out they weren't broken (I could move them) But they're so badly jammed, now they're stiff and it's kind of difficult to curl my toes. Not to mention it hurts like a mother.)
6. Pile everyone into the car, including the dog and head to my mother's house. Now she was at work, but told us to let ourselves in, using my key. So we get there to find my stepfather (still weird to say that, even though they've been married for a year on Monday) Neal is there, watching his granddaughter Maya. Maya gets scared by all the dogs running around, and starts crying. I manage to calm her down, and get her to come watch Elmo with Sutton.
7. Then I get a phone call. It's my landlord's realtor. She informs me that because of the rain (oh yeah, I forgot to mention that it's been pouring today. Like, build an ark kind of pouring. Totally ruined our idea of having a picnic in the park) she is canceling the open house. ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME???!!! After the time we have spent cleaning, and packing, and obsessing. Grrr.
8. After much bitching and swearing on Dave's and my part, I manage to calm down and make the kids some lunch. My mother has no kid-friendly foods in her house, so I make Sutton and Maya a grilled cheese sandwich. I think Sutton ate one half, and Maya nibbled on one half.

9. Then, after lunch, Neal says to me, "You think Maya needs her diaper changed?" I asked him, when did you last change her. He tells me-at seven thirty that morning!! Yeah, I think it's time for a diaper change!!
So I change Maya, and Dave changes Sutton, and Neal didn't have to change anyone!! Then we played with some flash cards, and read some books.

Then I put Maya down for a nap. After that, we packed up our boys and got back into the car to head home. Sutton fell asleep in the car, and (thankfully!) stayed asleep when we got him into the house. I laid down too, and managed to get some rest.

After naptime, Sutton woke up and vegged out in front of the TV.

Dave worked on his crossword puzzles (he's been addicted to them recently) and I started feeling antsy. This is the problem of having two days off in a row. I start getting restless and need to do something, get out of the house, etc.
So I decided to make some cookies. I tried to get Sutton to join me, but Diego was much more interesting, I guess.
I got the recipe from the most recent issue of Everyday Food. It's a pretty simple recipe, and really fast to make. So here we go. Please keep in mind that I am no Pioneer Woman or Misty, for that matter. It's difficult to cook and take decent photos at the same time. My hands are not big enough to hold the camera and press the shutter button with one hand. So some of these photos are out of focus. I promise I'll try to get better.

Here is the cast of characters.Peanut butter (I used smooth, and I mixed it with a peanut butter that I got from PBLoco that has chocolate and banana mixed in)
Granulated sugar
Light brown sugar
Vanilla extract
One egg
Chocolate chips (I used mini chips, because that's what I had in the house)

Put one cup of peanut butter into a large bowl.

Add 1/2 cup each of granulated sugar and lightly packed light brown sugar.
Crack the egg into a separate bowl and beat lightly. Add beaten egg to peanut butter-sugar mixture, along with one teaspoon of vanilla extract.
Add 1/2 cup of chocolate chips

Mix together until smooth. Divide dough into equal portions, about a tbsp each. I used a tiny little ice cream scoop, to make sure everything was roughly the same size.
Roll the balls between your hands to round them out, and place onto a cookie sheet.
Take a fork and make criss-cross lines on each cookie. Bake at 350 for about 10-12 minutes or until puffed and lightly golden.
I accidentally let one batch get a little too brown, but they still taste good. You can really taste the banana in the peanut butter I used. These cookies are more crispy and crumbly, rather than chewy. I don't know if this is a favorite recipe or not, but it sure was fast.

I really miss baking, but it's so hard to do with a little guy getting underfoot.
That's all for tonight. Off to dose myself with Nyquil.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

It's Pinkeye!!

Dave has been home with Sutton for about four days now. Sutton's daycare was closed for the 4-day President's Day weekend. And I had the Valentine's Day craziness at the store, so I was not able to stay home with him. So Dave got to play Mr. Mom. I'm sure he was never so happy to go back to work.

On Monday evening, I noticed some yucky green stuff coming from Sutton's right eye. (I'm sorry for you non-moms if I'm grossing you out. We tend to forget that other people don't want to hear about green discharge coming from our kid's eye. Let alone hear the word "discharge" being used. But it's MY blog. So deal.) Anyway, my first thought was "Shit! Eye infection! He can't go to school on Wednesday!" So we agreed to keep an "eye" on it. Geddit? An "eye" on it? What do you want from me? I'm fucking exhausted, and have a punchy sense of humor.

We woke up Tuesday morning, and it didn't seem so bad. Started thinking, "OK, maybe I overreacted, as usual." My mom showed up to babysit Sutton while I worked at night. I asked her to please watch to see if the eyes got yucky again. She called me on my lunch hour to report that they were getting gross again. Great.
I get Sutton up this morning, and his eye is crusted shut. Yup, it's pinkeye. Luckily, or unluckily, as the case may be, Dave woke up with body aches and a fever. So guess who had to stay home again today while the wife went to work and brought home the bacon? I did pick up Sutton's prescription, though.

Thankfully, he didn't pick up the infection from school. He's been out of school for a week now, so we know he picked it up at home. Just by being a dirty little boy. He sucks on his fingers, puts them up his nose, rubs his eyes, etc. And getting him to wash his hands is on par with getting him to brush his teeth. Major battle. And he has REALLY dry skin and ezcema (sp?)
So hand sanitizers are no good, because they have alcohol in them, which irritates his skin. So when I was out picking up his eye drops, I found some alcohol free foaming hand sanitizers from Clean Well and stocked them throughout the house.

That's enough posting for tonight. More later this week. Have a four-day weekend, yay!! Have to be out of my house, so they can hold an open house to sell this place, boo!

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Best of Intentions

It seems to be a theme with our family right now. We have these great grandiose plans, and then the shit hits the fan, and we have to scrap our plans. I'll give you an example. Today, we went out for lunch, and I thought "Hey, it's a beautiful day outside (75 degrees and sunny. I'm sorry to everyone else who is miserable with winter.) Why don't we go to the park? Sutton can run around, burn off some energy, etc."
Fast forward to lunchtime. Sutton refuses to sit in the highchair, preferring to sit in my lap. I know that I could have forced him to sit in the chair, but I honestly did not want to deal with the screams that would have ensued. We did get him to sit in the chair when his lunch came. He sat, and devoured the fruit that came with his grilled cheese sandwich. He took a few bites of the sandwich, and ate about a quarter of my cheeseburger. He's on this kick where he loves to try anything that I'm eating.
Then he started getting antsy. We knew that we needed to get the check quick and hightail it out of there. I'm sitting there, watching all these other kids who are sitting nicely, eating with no complaint, not crying, etc. And I'm wondering "Why can't my child be like this?" I know, I'll drive myself crazy thinking like this.
So we're leaving, and I'm trying to get Sutton to walk next to me. He insists on being carried everywhere. I think it's because Dave carries him around, afraid that Sutton will take off and destroy something. So to prevent that, Dave carries him. Well, Dave outweighs me by quite a bit. And he's much stronger than I am. But when we're out, Sutton only likes to be carried by ME. And he weighs close to 30 pounds now. OK, maybe 28. My arms hurt just thinking about it. So I'm coaxing Sutton to walk. But here's the problem we have. Our stubbornly independent child wants to walk in the parking lot by himself. Doesn't want to hold my hand. Flops on the floor when I try to take his hand. Gina calls this "noodle legs." Good description.
Sutton tries to take off, and starts heading for the parking lot. I grab his arm, and he tries to hit me. I grab him by both arms, get down into his face and tell him "walk nicely or no park for you." You guessed it, we came home. Sigh.
I always build these great plans in my head, and get discouraged when they don't work out. I'm sure it's a common theme with most moms, but it's so frustrating.

Another frustration-I'm having a lot of trouble keeping Sutton entertained. I don't want Sutton to watch too much TV, but it's very difficult. I try all these plans to get him occupied, but his attention span is too short. We've tried crafts, cooking, outdoor play, etc. It's good for about 10 minutes before he wants to do something else. And he always ends up back in front of the TV. Now, he only watches PBS and Nick Jr., so thankfully, it's still not so bad. But my guilt gets overwhelming when I see him sitting on his beanbag chair, practically zoning out. And when I ask him if he wants to do something, he says "uh-uh."
What do I do? Sarah and Gina and Jamie always talk about these fun activities that their families do. Mine just isn't interested.

Sigh. Right now the rest of the family is napping, so I should get some cleaning and packing done. I'll post more later in the week.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Wow, it's been a while...

I realized that I haven't posted since the 31st of January, and it's now almost mid-February. I just haven't been feeling the blogging vibe right now. Gina mentions the same thing on her blog. I will try to write more later tonight, after the dishes are done and a little two-year-old is in bed.