A couple of months ago I cut my hair to my shoulders, which was a big deal to me at the time. Now I am used to the length and so this week i got it cut even shorter! Yikes. I was telling Wade that I don't really care about my hair like i used to and he said, "if you don't care about it then why don't you keep it long!" I guess that was his nice way of saying he likes it better long. Oh well, it will grow back right?
Today at church a women in my ward got up in Relief Society and said that she hears moms always complaining about not getting stuff done and having small children, etc. Her kids are mostly grown up and she read us two poems that she thought the young mothers in our ward might like to hear. I wanted to cry after thinking about how I have been treating Bennett lately and after she read the two poems i think they were meant JUST FOR ME...
I TOOK HIS HAND AND FOLLOWED:
My dishes went unwashed today,
I didn't make the bed,
I took his hand and followed
Where his eager footsteps led.
Oh yes, we went adventuring,
My little son and I...
Exploring all the great outdoors
Beneath the summer sky.
We waited in a crystal stream,
We wandered through a wood...
My kitchen wasn't swept today
But like was sweet and good.
We found a cool, sun-dappled glade
And now my small son knows
How mother bunny hides her nest,
Where Jack-In-The-Pulpit grows.
We watched a Robin feed her young,
We climbed a sunlit hill...
Saw cloud-sheep scamper through the sky,
We plucked a daffodil.
That my house was neglected,
That I didn't brush the stairs,
In twenty years, no one on earth
Will know, or even care.
But that I have helped my little boy
To noble manhood grow,
In twenty years, the whole wide world
May look and see and know.
Author unknown.
A MOTHER'S POEM TO MY GROWN-UP SON
My hands were busy through the day;
I didn't have much time to play.
The little games you asked me to,
I didn't have much time for you.
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your fun
I'd say: "A little later, son."
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
Then tiptoe softly to the door...
I wish I'd stayed a little more.
For life is short, and years rush past...
A little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at your side
His precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away,
There are no longer games to play,
No goodnight kiss, no prayers to hear,
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands, once busy, now are still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish i could go back and do
The little things you asked me to.
Author unknown.
Does that just break your heart? Or is it just me who feels like I need to spend more quality time with my kids? I hope I can do better at forgetting about my house and all of the things that keep me busy and just playing with my boys!
Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Payton, happy birthday to you!
We had fun at your birthday party at the lake the other day, thanks for inviting us. We love you!
For those of you who may not know, Payton is Bennett and Grayson's cousin who just turned 5 today...big girl. Payton is Bennett's best friend! He calls her GG for some reason that none of us know, so have a good day GG!
Things are happening way too fast with Grayson. It is already time to feed him food!!! I couldn't wait to introduce baby food to Bennett, but this time i am thinking..."do i have to?" How sad. This is Grayson after a total failure attempt at rice cereal. The kid couldn't figure out how to open his mouth, it was crazy. From the very first time that I fed Bennett food he would eat any and everything I gave him (until he got older of course), but Grayson didn't swallow one bite I'm pretty sure. How annoying. He also kept grabbing for the spoon causing everyone involved to be sticky with rice cereal. So, I guess we will continue to try, although I am tempted to wait a little while longer. He did look silly with his bib on though and Bennett thought that it meant that Grayson could eat anything since that afternoon he was trying to share his marshmallows with him, funny boys!
MY DILEMMAS FOR TODAY:
#1- Not Funny
So imagine it being 2:00 and I just get both of my boys down for a nap and I was going to do a quick sweep of my house and pick up some toys and then settle down and finish my book and relax. I know that sounds too good to be true right? Right...I go into my room to pick up the toys off of the floor and I am down on my knees and I'm going to pick up a little toy (or so i thought) when it moves!!! I screamed as I realize I have a lizard in my room. MY ROOM! So, to my dismay Grayson starts to cry since I had just screamed at the top of my lungs. Just a lizard you may be saying, but come on, it totally took me by surprise, and it was in my room. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I knew I had to get it out of my house or I would not be able to go to sleep tonight. So I do what anybody would do, start calling people for support. No one seemed to think it was as big of a threat as I did, but think of yourself laying in bed tonight wondering where the lizard was hiding. So, I had to take matters into my own hands. I got a glass container out of our bathroom and i was going to trap him, but he was too fast for me and ran behind my dresser. How was I going to get him out of my house? I needed to feed Grayson, so I sat on my bed and stalked the lizard. I couldn't let the lizard go anywhere else without me knowing. So, as I was feeding Grayson the lizard started peeking around the dresser, yuck, so i laid the glass container on the side and he actually went inside. I hurried and laid Grayson down and threw the lid on the glass jar, I was so excited! I then hear Bennett waking up and so i showed him the lizard and then we let him free in our back yard. Then it was 2:30 and my boys were both awake and my house was still a mess, and my book never got opened. Oh well, at least I will be able to sleep tonight!!! (Did i mention that the lizard was not even an inch long!!!)
#2- Bumbo Blowouts
Bumbo Shmumbo. So as any mother knows this was a genius invention, somewhere to put our small children that can't get around so that we don't have to continually lay them on the floor or somewhere else. Well, I am officially not going to use my Bumbo anymore. It has been confirmed time and time again that Grayson blows out of his diaper EVERY single time he sits in this chair. No matter what!!! Even if he has just pooped and i set him in it to make dinner or get something done, the next thing i know he has yellow juice going up his back. I have washed so many clothes lately because of this chair and i can't continue. It is getting ridiculous. I'm not sure if it is the position that he sits and it presses on his tummy or what, but it happens every time. I'm sad that I will have to resort to laying him on the floor with Bennett harming him, but I can't wash yellow juice out of another onsie!
#3- Too Big Too Fast
So my baby is no longer a baby. This is him in our swing outside. Did I ever put Bennett in a swing at 5 months, I can for sure say no to that. This little boy is getting too big too fast. It seems like the little baby stage lasted forever with Bennett where you would be out and about and you almost got treated special because you were carting around a new baby, well that is over already with Grayson. He is a big boy.
I guess there could be worse things to be complaining about, but that is what is going on around here today!
Excuse my language, but when you are done reading this you will understand why I am using such harsh language. So, Bennett has been potty trained for a little over a month now, no major problems...or so i thought. It took a couple of weeks to get him to go #2 in the potty, which was fine and I was willing to work with him. But once he did it he was ok with the idea and we got to the point where it was a daily occurrence. WELL, today was the fifth day in a row that he pooped his pants. AAAHHH!!! What in the heck is going on? It makes me feel like such an awful parent, but I truly don't know what to do about it. I'm not sure what the appropriate reaction is. He obviously doesn't see it as a problem if he keeps doing it. I've read so many things saying that you can't get mad at them when they have accidents at first because then they get more discouraged, but after a month of no accidents it is impossible for me not to go into a screaming rage at him when he comes to me day after day with poop in his pants.
Sorry for the info, I had to get my frustration out...........I can't be the only mom going through this?!
