This is my life...

I've been pondering my choice to stay at home with my kids a little more this past week after reading this book. I've never doubted my decision, I've just been thinking about it and how it effects and will effect (or is it affect) me, my husband and my children. I found it somewhat humourous when this conversation ensued this afternoon.

Mster: (holding Sven on the couch) Hi Sven. I'm Mster, your big sister. This is my mommy. She makes me breakfast every morning.

Of all the things she could tell him, that is what she could think of at that moment. (It was hours after I'd poured her cereal too)

And on a similar mommy note.

This is what I deal with on a semi-daily basis.




I case you can't tell that's vomit.

The Awkward Stage (verbalizing everything)

At church last Sunday there was a lady in front of us in a halter top. Her entire back was bare and she had 2 tattoos on each shoulderblade. Mster didn't get it. Here's the conversation that I tried to stop.

Mster: "Mommy that lady's naked and has stickers."
Me: Shhhh...look there's A---, your friend.
Mster: Why is she naked. She has stickers on her back.
Me: Looking at Cster, trying desparately not to laugh.

Yesterday in her highchair.

Mster: (grunting)
Me: do you have to go to the potty?
Mster: No. My bum's wiggling.

Being the mother of 2 kids

Always enjoyable is looking over at your daughter (in her high chair) "washing" herself with jello while your 3 week old baby vomits all over you.

Exorcist

I would like to introduce you all to the latest addition in the Burrito household.




















His name is Exorcist. Yep, you read correctly. Mster's halloween horse (a lovely assessory to her "heehaw girl" outfit) is named, thanks to Cster, Exorcist. When the name was proposed it was met with great opposition by Cster's mother and myself but sadly the name caught on. I tried without any luck to change Mster's mind on the name but Exorcist stuck.

I guess that's what I get for not letting her be a stroller.

update

1. Sven slept by himself in his crib the whole night yesterday only to wake up for feedings. YAHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2. The bruise on my right forearm the size of Manhattan is starting to go down finally.

Just plain wrong

I don't see the difference. Can you see the difference?

Observations and Thoughts

#1 - perhaps when you hear that you should pack a bag prior to needing to go the hospital you should listen. perhaps when you feel that you should pack a bag everyday for a week you should listen. there's nothing like fumbling around at 2AM thinking toothbrush, toothpaste, what else?

#2 - you go into labour. the contractions hurt. the nice nurses and doctors offer you an epidural. you finish labour. you rest in the hospital. you still have contractions*, the nurses offer you ibuprofen. something isn't quite right.

* for those that didn't know contractions don't stop after you deliver and are stronger after birth if you're on a second+ child.

Halloween

I've been trying to explain Halloween to Mster. She doesn't get it. It is a wierd tradition. But I just don't know how to explain it to her. I've been trying to let her choose her own costume by slowly talking about it everyday. Here was today's conversation.

(After explaining the concept yet again)
Me: So Mster you could be a bunny
Mster: (eyes get wide)
Me: You could be a butterfly
Mster: (eyes get wider)
Me: You could be a princess
Mster: (Eyes go back to normal)
Me: You could be a cowgirl
Mster: yeah, a cowgirl
Me: Mster what do you want to dress up as for halloween.
Mster: A STROLLER!!!!!

Just Me.

Mster: I'm so happy to see Auntie M
Me: I'm so happy to see her too.
Mster: Not you, just me.

Mster: I'm really missing Auntie M
Me: I know Mster. I miss Auntie M too.
Mster: No you miss Auntie M, just me.

It just needs a little tape.

So my sister-in-law was supposed to fly in this morning. I checked the website and it showed it being on time. So off Mster and I went to go pick her up. Much, much excitement was going on with Mster. I was informed she was "so happy to see auntie (mavvy)". I was also informed after I said that I was happy too that I was not happy.

Mster: no your not happy. just me.

We arrived at the airport and drove around forever to find parking. Finally found parking and walked forever to get inside. Mster really wanted to go in so I figured we would actually make the trip in so she could see inside. I went to the computer screens only to find out that her flight was an hour and 40 minutes late. Erg!!! Very frustrating. I decided we could hang out at the airport and have lunch and Mster would just skip her nap. Then, I decided to check again just to make srue and low and behold the flight said it was ontime. YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!

So Mster and I spent the next 40 minutes walking back and forth from the gate to the baggage claim to the computer waiting. I finally walked up to the ticket counter waited forever in line to talk to a real person who informed me that the flight hadn't even left yet and was expect 3 hours later. (that would 4 hours later from the orginal arrival time)

I would like any suggestions on how to explain this to a 2 year old. How do explain to her that we now have to leave the airport (without her aunt), go home, take a nap and come back and get her. "I want to see Auntie (mavvy) now".

I told her the plane was broken and they wouldn't let anybody on it will they fixed it so she was still at the other airport waiting for them to fix the plane. She then told me that somebody needed to give them some tape.

A Little Something Out of Ordinary

I try to spice up, no pun intended, (read article for pun) Csters life by sending odd stories that spring up during the week.

Here's one for all to enjoy.

I personally like the quotes the most:

"I eat mild salsa," Huang said. "But there's nothing like putting yourself through a lot of pain for no reason."

"I cant feel my face," he said when he was able to speak again.

and don't forget "the black widow" who had never even eaten a jalapeno before. Huh?

Special Pajamas

Tonight I was trying to get Msters attention while putting her to bed and so I told her she was going to get special pajamas. Immediately her eyes went wide with eager excitement.

These "speical pajamas" are also known as sleepers to the rest of the world and I was thinking it was getting cold enough to break them out.

If possible her eyes went even wider as she told "Mommy these pajamas have slippers." She then proceeded to stomp around to get the feel of them.

Simple pleasures my friends, simple pleasures.

Sven Update

I feel a little odd giving an update before the doctor's appointment (which is in 3hours) but here goes.

Contractions suck.

I think they suck for him too cause he fights them.

When he fights them, I'm the one that gets kicked and punched.

Maybe I should pack a bag? I think my baby calendar told me to pack a bag like 2 weeks ago.

Did I mention contractions suck?

37 weeks on friday.

Its not time yet.

I think I'll take a nap.

I'm tired.

Sassy Girl

Cster had a pair of socks on the floor of our living room. I was going to babysit in a few minutes and was trying to tidy up last minute.

Me: "Mster can you please pick up Daddy's socks and take them to my bedroom."
Mster: (picks up the socks and walks over to me) "Do it yourself"

Happy Birthday Arfanser!

Me to Arfanser: There is a surprize waiting for you at home.
Mster: Its a BOOKMARK!!
Me: No Mster, remember its a surprize.
Arfanser: Don't worry I didn't catch what she said.
Mster: A BOOKMARK DADDY!! A BOOKMARK!
Arfanser: Is she saying bookmark?
Me: Um, its a surprize.

Not that there is anything wrong with that.

Our library is about 800 square feet. I love it. Before, when a walk to the end of the block didn't cause me shocking pain I used to take Mster there 2-3 times a week. We'd take the stroller and I'd let her out once inside to pick out whatever 1 or 2 books she wanted (when you are going 3 times a week you don't need a strollerfull of books everytime). She would pick one out and hand it to me while I was searching for my own literary find(remember the library is only 800 sq. feet).

On our last trip Mster picked out a book of lego interpretation of Genesis. I try hard not to bias her choices and so even though it looked incredibly crazy I said okay.

I find the book hilarious on 2 counts.

1) Mster refers to it as the Adam and Steve book. This, I kidd you not. She mixes the words together and it comes out Adam and Steve. It cracks me up everytime.

2) How exactly to you explain pictures like this, this and this, to a 2 year old. I would also like to note if you are checking out his website that not all pictures on the website are in the book. I promise I'm still a good mother.

Not quite so hilarious is that Mster at first thought the "author" was Jesus. (sidenote: everytime you reload the page you get a different picture.

Jesus Hopping

(looking at a picture of Jesus with Mster)
Me: Mster, what did Jesus do?
Mster: hop
Mster: (hopping all over the room) hop. hop. hop.
Me: What are you doing?
Mster: Jesus hopping.

Thanks Mster

Lady at church: You have a big belly Mster.
Mster: NO, Mommy has a big belly.

Its only September

Yesterday Mster and I had a discussion about Christmas. She wanted to see some family members and I told her she had to wait until Christmas. I've been using that word a lot around here "wait till Christmas" so I decided I better explain what it was.

So, yesterday at dinner, I began to talk about Christmas. Needless to say Mster is very excited about Jesus' birthday. She was also excited that he would get to blow out birthday candles and have birthday hats. We had to have another discussion about the fact that Jesus would not physically be present for his birthday to which she ever so graciously informed me that she would help blow out the candles.

Its Raining!!!

Today Mster and I had playgroup at the greatest park ever built. Its gated. It has 2 different age specific parks. It has a water fountain. It has benches. It has lots of grass. It has shade. Its not a dark colour so the kids burn their legs going down the slide. Its the best.

While there it started to rain. Out came the umbrellas. We do not own an umbrella (much to Msters dismay. She LOVES umbrellas!) and so Mster was forced to scam some cover from a friend of ours while I stood nearby soaking. It was pretty fun.

After a few minutes we decided it wasn't going to stop and started heading to the car. At this point Mster found an umbrella and began to take cover. She continued to take cover inside the house.

Here is Mster's umbrella. Apparently it even has a button.