Thursday, April 16, 2009
LOVE YOU MOMMY!
This is just a shout out to the woman who gave birth to me, since I know she'll be reading this blog at SOME POINT IN MY LIFE.
A Great Way to Start the Day
I have been REALLY sick lately.
I haven't been this sick in a long time. I'm usually one of those "suck it up" kind of people. So what I'm sick...I can still clean the whole house and entertain my crazy kids and do 18 loads of laundry...no problem.
Not so this time.
It started last Thursday (Cody's Birthday) with a sore throat.
Friday began the itchy, foggy head and the feeling like I'd been run over by a freight train.
Saturday was the fun part where I got to be the Easter bunny for our neighborhood Easter Egg hunt. Let me just say that I feel sorry for whoever has to wear that Easter bunny head after me, because my nose started running like a leaky faucet the minute I put that head on, and what was I supposed to do? Take the head off in front of all the cute little kids in their Easter outfits and scare the bejesus out of them just to wipe my nose? I think not.
Easter Sunday (Tyler's Birthday) I couldn't breathe AT ALL because all the mucous was stuck in limbo (made even more horrifying by the thoughts of those green monsters in the Mucinex commercials climbing through my sinuses...disgusting).
Monday and Tuesday I just felt crummy with a headache from the ever-present sinus pressure.
Yesterday, it began moving into my chest. Every time I coughed I swore I was dislodging part of my brain...which, let's face it, giving birth to two children dislodged most of it, so I don't know that I can afford to dislodge much more without rendering myself completely unable to tie my shoes.
This morning, however, I took Cody to school. On my way home I stopped through McDonald's for breakfast...and by breakfast I mean A LARGE COKE.
Aaahhh....I'm feeling better already. :)
I haven't been this sick in a long time. I'm usually one of those "suck it up" kind of people. So what I'm sick...I can still clean the whole house and entertain my crazy kids and do 18 loads of laundry...no problem.
Not so this time.
It started last Thursday (Cody's Birthday) with a sore throat.
Friday began the itchy, foggy head and the feeling like I'd been run over by a freight train.
Saturday was the fun part where I got to be the Easter bunny for our neighborhood Easter Egg hunt. Let me just say that I feel sorry for whoever has to wear that Easter bunny head after me, because my nose started running like a leaky faucet the minute I put that head on, and what was I supposed to do? Take the head off in front of all the cute little kids in their Easter outfits and scare the bejesus out of them just to wipe my nose? I think not.
Easter Sunday (Tyler's Birthday) I couldn't breathe AT ALL because all the mucous was stuck in limbo (made even more horrifying by the thoughts of those green monsters in the Mucinex commercials climbing through my sinuses...disgusting).
Monday and Tuesday I just felt crummy with a headache from the ever-present sinus pressure.
Yesterday, it began moving into my chest. Every time I coughed I swore I was dislodging part of my brain...which, let's face it, giving birth to two children dislodged most of it, so I don't know that I can afford to dislodge much more without rendering myself completely unable to tie my shoes.
This morning, however, I took Cody to school. On my way home I stopped through McDonald's for breakfast...and by breakfast I mean A LARGE COKE.
Aaahhh....I'm feeling better already. :)
Monday, April 13, 2009
I hate my husband
Actually, I love him dearly. But right now I hate him because I want one of these:
I didn't always like ice cream. I didn't always need something sweet after dinner. And then I married MIKE.
I didn't always like ice cream. I didn't always need something sweet after dinner. And then I married MIKE.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Happy Birthday Tyler!
Our littlest Mann, Tyler is 2 today! He is exactly 2 years and 3 days younger than his brother, Cody. He was born via c-section and was 5 lbs. 3 oz. He spent a week in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit because he was severely underweight when I had him (and to this day we still don't know what happened!). I have never prayed (or cried!) more than when I had Tyler. I was so afraid to lose him that first week. The doctors at the hospital were excellent, and one week later we were able to bring sweet Tyler home. Since that day he has grown so much and surprises us every day!
Little Tyler,
We are so thankful to God for bringing you into our lives. You are full of energy and mischief and will probably scare Mommy and Daddy for the rest of our lives (which lets me know you have a healthy dose of Uncle J in you) :) You love cars and trains just as much as your big brother Cody. I love that you love green beans (I could never get Cody to eat his green beans, and now he does, thanks to you!). Your hair is curly and unruly (which you inherited from Mommy, sorry!) You love to talk and run around and play and you LOVE to dance (and you're good, which is a trait from your Daddy, not me).
Daddy and I love you so so much and we can't wait to see what you do next.
Happy Birthday my little monkey.
Mommy
xoxoxo
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Happy Birthday Cody!
My sweet little boy Cody turned 4 today! I cannot believe it was FOUR years ago that I had him. He was born at 4:29am and was 8 lbs. 12 oz. It was not an easy labor and delivery, but like they say, all is forgotten once that baby hits your arms. I never knew the depth of my capacity to love until that little guy was put into my arms. If my memory serves me correctly, I think my first (drugged up) words after being able to hold him were, "He smells like Sonny's baked beans". Nice.
Sweet Cody,
I wish there were words to express how much joy you have brought to our family. You are the sweetest little boy I know. You are loving and tender-hearted, and I hope that never changes. You love your brother and you are a friend to everyone. I love that you beg to be tickled (a trait you MUST have inherited from your father, because your Mommy HATES it). I love that you love to read. I love that you love to explore new places. I love that you love Disney World (that is absolutely a trait from your Mommy). I love that you enjoy learning new things at school.
Your Daddy and I have so much enjoyed watching you grow up. We thank God for you EVERY DAY!
Happy Birthday baby.
Mommy
xoxoxo
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
I'll never sleep again...ever
It's 12:15 am and I'm still awake.
I WANT to sleep. In fact, I've TRIED to sleep. I attempted to sleep at 10:45. Couldn't fall asleep. Probably should not have drank that Chai tea from Starbucks (and it was a tall...not even a venti!). So I did a little bit of reading to calm me down and then tried again at 11:30. At 11:45, Tyler woke me up. Went back to bed at 11:47. Fell asleep for about 1 minute, then Mike started snoring. It's 12:17 now, and I'm guessing any minute Cody will wake up for the middle of the night bed switcheroo, which will banish me from my own comfy bed to either his bed or the downstairs guest bed (because there is no way I'm trying to sleep with a snoring husband AND a toddler with restless leg syndrome in a queen sized bed).
I keep asking myself...will I ever get a full night's sleep...EVER? I cannot remember the last time I slept 8 6 straight hours. It might've been my last vacation without kids, and I can't honestly remember when that was either.
No sleepy makes mommy grumpy. :(
I WANT to sleep. In fact, I've TRIED to sleep. I attempted to sleep at 10:45. Couldn't fall asleep. Probably should not have drank that Chai tea from Starbucks (and it was a tall...not even a venti!). So I did a little bit of reading to calm me down and then tried again at 11:30. At 11:45, Tyler woke me up. Went back to bed at 11:47. Fell asleep for about 1 minute, then Mike started snoring. It's 12:17 now, and I'm guessing any minute Cody will wake up for the middle of the night bed switcheroo, which will banish me from my own comfy bed to either his bed or the downstairs guest bed (because there is no way I'm trying to sleep with a snoring husband AND a toddler with restless leg syndrome in a queen sized bed).
I keep asking myself...will I ever get a full night's sleep...EVER? I cannot remember the last time I slept 8 6 straight hours. It might've been my last vacation without kids, and I can't honestly remember when that was either.
No sleepy makes mommy grumpy. :(
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Snack of the Day
I tend to eat my kids' food. I do this because my kids are picky. From time to time I'll try to throw something new into their diet, just to mix things up a little. Every once in a while, I pick a loser...and both kids hate it. What kids don't like yummy, salty, no good for them snacks? Apparently mine.
I like to watch Rachael Ray, and I particularly like her "Snack of the Day" bit. Each member of the audience gets their own bag or box of whatever the treat of the day is. I've decided to start my own "Snack of the Day" (or perhaps a more appropriate title would be "Snack of the Week", since I doubt I'll snack on such a variety of things as to merit a daily update).
So, today's (discarded by my children) snack is:
Hooray for Cheerios! I especially like the Cheddar flavor, because they taste like Doritos (so much for brand loyalty!) And I get to eat the WHOLE bag, since the kids could care less about it. Apparently, they are Cheerios snobs; only the original kind will touch their lips.
Update: My husband came home and I asked for a few minutes to myself. I make it upstairs for, literally, a minute. I hear screaming downstairs. I think to myself, "Do I go down there and see what's wrong? Or do I let him handle it?". I then hear, "Beth?!". I come out of the room too see what's going on and to help my poor husband. What snack do I see in front of my youngest, Tyler? The CHEERIOS! I quietly come downstairs, clean the unwanted snack from his tray and give him some yogurt instead. Ahhh, all is right with the world again.
I like to watch Rachael Ray, and I particularly like her "Snack of the Day" bit. Each member of the audience gets their own bag or box of whatever the treat of the day is. I've decided to start my own "Snack of the Day" (or perhaps a more appropriate title would be "Snack of the Week", since I doubt I'll snack on such a variety of things as to merit a daily update).
So, today's (discarded by my children) snack is:
Hooray for Cheerios! I especially like the Cheddar flavor, because they taste like Doritos (so much for brand loyalty!) And I get to eat the WHOLE bag, since the kids could care less about it. Apparently, they are Cheerios snobs; only the original kind will touch their lips.
Update: My husband came home and I asked for a few minutes to myself. I make it upstairs for, literally, a minute. I hear screaming downstairs. I think to myself, "Do I go down there and see what's wrong? Or do I let him handle it?". I then hear, "Beth?!". I come out of the room too see what's going on and to help my poor husband. What snack do I see in front of my youngest, Tyler? The CHEERIOS! I quietly come downstairs, clean the unwanted snack from his tray and give him some yogurt instead. Ahhh, all is right with the world again.
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