Post Baby - Funny Article

For all the moms (or soon to be moms reading this) out there... this one is for you!

A co-worker sent it to me and I peed my pants, literally - because I do that now - as I was reading it.

My favorite: #5 Worst Massage Ever... 

For you men out there... take a read. You'll have even more sympathy for those lovely ladies in your lives and perhaps increase the value of that push present! :)

Baby Rogo #2: An Update

Tomorrow I'm at 36 weeks... I had a doctor appointment this morning and I'm currently 2cm dilated. I thought I would take a walk down memory/blog-history lane and see where I was at with Cole.

On Dec 3rd - I was 3cm and had just had a growth ultrasound (what we had last week).

On Dec 9th, I was probably about the same, but clearly getting anxious.

Cole was born on Dec 13th though my original due date was Dec. 27th.

So... right now I'm 29 days (4 weeks) out from my due date. I had Cole 14 days before my due date. I'm slightly more dilated this time than with Cole... The weather is getting warmer and the barometric pressure is above average... The next full moon is 4/15 and I'm wearing a blue shirt.

What does all this mean?

NOTHING!

I could go tomorrow, April 1st - 18th... hell, this kid could never come out. It's all one big guessing game.

My wish: that this kid waits until AT LEAST the first week in April. My parents and Jason's mom will all be back in town so Cole won't have to be witness to the horrors of delivery (and yes, I said horrors... you can call it beautiful but I've seen the videos... it's a nightmare down there!

Potty Training

I’ve debated writing this post for the past few days. I don’t want to jinx anything. BUT, I can’t help it.

Cole is well on his way to becoming a potty-trained member of society. No more relieving himself in diapers… it’s all toilets from here on out!

I feel like we’ve been in a constant state of “training” for like 3 months. No kidding. He’s been doing great at school. Rocking his pull-ups. Using the potty about 80% of the time. Not at home though. Seriously. It’s like there was something wrong with the THREE different potty options we had.

Then last week we realized he was batting near 1,000 at school. Add to that the fact that I had to change a poop-filled diaper at the hockey rink and the kid didn’t fit on the changing table, we knew it was time. Bring on the under-roos.

This week:

• Monday: Rocked pull-ups this day… not sure why.  
• Tuesday: One accident at around 4:30 when he was moving into a new classroom for the evening. One accident when we got home. Success before bed! We decided to rock nighttime diapers for the week…
• Wednesday: Dry diaper in the morning and a morning potty-pee! There may have been jelly-beans consumed before 8am! No accidents (anywhere). Evening was a huge success with 3x uses!  
• Thursday: Again, dry morning diaper and successful morning. NO accidents AND used the restroom at our fav Mexican restaurant.
• Friday: Dry again (think we might ditch the nighttime diaper after tomorrow morning) and fingers crossed for the day.
• As you’ll notice, that there hasn’t been any bowel movements outlined above. Yep, that’s a problem. Poor kid is holding it in. I’m hoping the prune juice I pumped him full last night (and the pound of refried beans he ate) will get that poop a flowing today!

Stay tuned for more updates. I know how you all LOVE getting a detailed outline of Cole’s bathroom antics.

And yes, I will print and hand this blog post out at his High School grad party. J

Things I MUST Remember

I hope I remember all of these as Cole gets older... especially the WiFi password for doing your chores!

http://www.buzzfeed.com/awesomer/people-who-are-really-nailing-this-parenting-thing

Dear Cole

Dear Cole,

Where do I start? First, you are seriously funny and oh-so cute. You are constantly making everyone laugh – your one-liners are perfectly timed and you give some of the best looks ever. I can’t tell you how much I enjoy my mornings and nights with you during the week. When you ask to cuddle or give kisses, my heart totally melts.

You are also one of the smartest kids around – for your age that is. Every day I’m shocked by something new you say or the questions you ask. Seriously kiddo, two-year-olds should not have memorized a book with 100 cars/trucks/planes/boats in it. You probably shouldn’t be telling me all the parts to an airplane and then all of the other things that fly in the sky. You probably aren’t supposed to be counting to 20, or spelling your name, or asking on-point questions based on your surroundings… But I love it and I look forward to the next thing that’s going to come out of that crazy head of yours.

You’re also creepily coordinated. You sprint around the house on your toes and then start doing line-drills like a pro. Your slap shots are getting scarily accurate and you’ve somehow mastered EVERY puzzle in the house. I don’t even want to tell you how good you are at the iPad because it might make your grandparents sad since you understand it better than they do. I’m not kidding. You not only know where all your games are, but how to find movies and videos on youtube. You also manage to rearrange ALL my apps in 2 minutes flat!

Your laugh has got to be one of my favorite sounds. It’s this throaty giggle that you can’t help but laugh along with. You also have this horrible fake laugh that you do when you think somethings supposed to be funny – or you want us to laugh at something you’re doing – but it’s just so hammy that I end up laughing at you anyway. And yes, I said hammy because you ARE a ham. The faces you make, your body language, even the fluctuation in your voice! I’m sure you got that from your father… J

With all that said, you are also the biggest pain the butt! I say this with a smirk on my face and a bruise on my shin. You have entered the terrible twos with a vengeance. Sometimes I think there’s some under the table contest going on at daycare – whoever can make their parent’s put them up for sale the fastest wins.

You’re initial reaction to the word “no” is to hit and kick. It’s not just the actions that scare me but this crazed look you get in your eye when you do it. I sometimes fear for my safety at night after receiving one of those looks. I’m not kidding. Why do you think that gate on your door gets tighter/higher every night?

Your Dad and I haven’t quite figured out how to break this issue you have with authority. We’re not at the end of our ropes… yet. It’s a good thing you have so many “God, I love my kid” qualities (as mentioned above) or you might have won that daycare bet last week.

I guess I just wanted to get this note out there where you’ll someday find it – I tend to throw most things in the house away - ask your dad, he says I’m not sentimental enough.

What I REALLY hope is that you find this when you have a two year-old who makes you both giggle and scream in a two-minute time span. Apparently your Nana found one she wrote about me… I’m sure I was perfect but I have a feeling I was just like you are now… not nearly as cute… but I was already potty trained so I guess I got that on ya!

Love you baboo – though I sometimes flick you off behind your back, you are no doubt the best thing in my life (don’t tell your dad)!

Love, Mama 

written: 3/10/13

Nursery

I got a call this past week about our nursery - what it looks like and where we got our stuff?

The paint and the idea is based off a Winnie the Pooh theme that J found at Home Depot. I absolutely LOVE the paint in Cole's room - I think it will transition really well as he gets older (I'm thinking a camping theme with a tent over his bed... and lightening bug lanterns... not that I've thought about it).

All of the furniture came from Babies R' Us - and the bedding now that I think about it. The curtains are my FAVORITE and really tie it all together.

So here it is:

The clouds are a little hard to see... 

We took the doors off the closet and put curtains - quieter and opens up the space more

My lil' man as I write this. That glazed look is due to the vibrating chair he's in!

Last piece for the day - a lesson really - Ants LOVE formula. We've learned this the hard way already... all those lovely burp rags have brought tons of little, gross ants. Yuck! Lesson: Stock up on any killer (baby safe stuff of course) and don't leave burp rags on the ground!