I love Halloween. Maybe it's because my birthday is in October, who knows.
I love to make costumes for the boys. Brody's first Halloween he was Charlie Brown. Brody's second and Eli's first they were skeletons. This year, I was so stoked b/c they're finally the age where they might love it! I'd been toying with ideas, thoughts and finally came up with it at the last minute! The boys were going to be two members from the group Run DMC. They have these amazingly horrible track suits so I did some research and used some items from around the house. We had a costume party on Saturday and put their ensembs together. Awesome. No one really got it but I literally laughed ALL DAY LONG.
So, fast forward to tonight. I'm ready to put the boys in their costumes and hit the neighborhood. EPIC meltdown. Brody didn't want to wear his hat or awesome gold chain (a la my necklace) and Eli was running around like a banshee.
Halloween sucks this year. My kids want no part of it. To top it off, I didn't take any photos on Saturday so I have no documentation of my awesome idea.
Hoosier born and raised. I wear a lot of hats but momma is my favorite, most days....
Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Brody has moves like Jagger...
Sam and I upgraded to the new iPhone 4s, so we gave the boys our old 3gs. They were excited because they have apps and Brody has been really interested in music so he uses the iPod portion .
Let me preface this by saying we/I am super protective (like any mother out there!) about what the boys are introduced too. And that I love music. All types of music. So when I handed the phone over, I asked Sam to delete most of the music (or at least tone some of it down) so it would be kid appropriate. Yea, not so much.
The other day, before naptime after the epic Tuesday meltdown, the boys and I were laying in bed talking when Brody started to talk really fast. I couldn't quite catch what he was saying until the third time, mumbled phrase was out of his mouth. "I got mooooooves like Jagger. Moooooves like Jagger." Yep, my three old was singing, "Move like Jagger" by Maroon 5.
I had to roll over b/c a.) I was laughing so hard and b.) I was mortified. MORTIFIED. After holding in my laughter fit, I turned over and told Brody that wasn't a very nice song and we shouldn't sing it anymore. His response: "Okay, mommy." He rolled over and went to sleep.
Riiiiiiight, kiddo. Right. Nothing like a reminder to keep Mom on her toes. So, we're sticking to Lemonade Mouth (a Disney channel movie), Ok Gos rendition of the Muppet Song, Christmas music and some sprinkled in Contemporary Christian music on Brody's iPod.
That was a Charlie Sheen winning moment right there, folks. Who okayed my motherhood permit?
Let me preface this by saying we/I am super protective (like any mother out there!) about what the boys are introduced too. And that I love music. All types of music. So when I handed the phone over, I asked Sam to delete most of the music (or at least tone some of it down) so it would be kid appropriate. Yea, not so much.
The other day, before naptime after the epic Tuesday meltdown, the boys and I were laying in bed talking when Brody started to talk really fast. I couldn't quite catch what he was saying until the third time, mumbled phrase was out of his mouth. "I got mooooooves like Jagger. Moooooves like Jagger." Yep, my three old was singing, "Move like Jagger" by Maroon 5.
I had to roll over b/c a.) I was laughing so hard and b.) I was mortified. MORTIFIED. After holding in my laughter fit, I turned over and told Brody that wasn't a very nice song and we shouldn't sing it anymore. His response: "Okay, mommy." He rolled over and went to sleep.
Riiiiiiight, kiddo. Right. Nothing like a reminder to keep Mom on her toes. So, we're sticking to Lemonade Mouth (a Disney channel movie), Ok Gos rendition of the Muppet Song, Christmas music and some sprinkled in Contemporary Christian music on Brody's iPod.
That was a Charlie Sheen winning moment right there, folks. Who okayed my motherhood permit?
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Mother of the Year? That's me....
Being a mom and the other 80 hats that I often wear is hard. Freaking hard. There are days that I want to run away screaming and never come back. And let's just say that any mom out there who says that thought hasn't crossed her mind often is full of crap. Completely.
Take yesterday for instance. The boys were both not feeling 100% (stupid Fall colds!) and my Tuesday sitter bailed. Thanks, Mom! No, really, she just had to work. Whatevs. So I'm home. We literally have no groceries (see above paragraph as to why!) so I thought I'd take the boys to Costco to get some necessities. They were angels in Costco. Angels. Well, I knew we'd need to eat. So I thought we'd stop by Chipotle on the way home. Apparently that sent Brody over the edge. Why? Apparently today he doesn't like burritos, tacos or nachos. Trying to explain to him that we're going in for a minute so I can get my food is like ripping his eyelashes out one by one. I digress. I had a small toddler on my hip and a screaming, large toddler standing next to me while trying to juggle my purse, be nice to the Chipotle employee, and stay calm, cool and collected.
Brody, who is usually pretty awesome and listens well, has a meltdown while walking through the doors. He doesn't want to move. So I have to drag his skinny arms through the long line all while he's tantruming. Yep. I was that mom. I order, Brody's yelling and I ignored him. I smiled and nodded like nothing was wrong all while my toddler was a heathen. I paid, got them both out to the van, buckled them both in their respective car seats and then started crying. In the Chipotle parking lot. I sobbed behind my steering wheel for about 5 minutes. Quality. Brody kept asking me what was wrong. I wanted to yell at him for being a brat but I pulled myself together, started the van and went to McDonald's to get my rugrats food. I got the last word in though. I came home, forced them to eat lunch and put us all in bed for nap time. Nap time is divine.
Mom 1, Brody and Eli 95.
Take yesterday for instance. The boys were both not feeling 100% (stupid Fall colds!) and my Tuesday sitter bailed. Thanks, Mom! No, really, she just had to work. Whatevs. So I'm home. We literally have no groceries (see above paragraph as to why!) so I thought I'd take the boys to Costco to get some necessities. They were angels in Costco. Angels. Well, I knew we'd need to eat. So I thought we'd stop by Chipotle on the way home. Apparently that sent Brody over the edge. Why? Apparently today he doesn't like burritos, tacos or nachos. Trying to explain to him that we're going in for a minute so I can get my food is like ripping his eyelashes out one by one. I digress. I had a small toddler on my hip and a screaming, large toddler standing next to me while trying to juggle my purse, be nice to the Chipotle employee, and stay calm, cool and collected.
Brody, who is usually pretty awesome and listens well, has a meltdown while walking through the doors. He doesn't want to move. So I have to drag his skinny arms through the long line all while he's tantruming. Yep. I was that mom. I order, Brody's yelling and I ignored him. I smiled and nodded like nothing was wrong all while my toddler was a heathen. I paid, got them both out to the van, buckled them both in their respective car seats and then started crying. In the Chipotle parking lot. I sobbed behind my steering wheel for about 5 minutes. Quality. Brody kept asking me what was wrong. I wanted to yell at him for being a brat but I pulled myself together, started the van and went to McDonald's to get my rugrats food. I got the last word in though. I came home, forced them to eat lunch and put us all in bed for nap time. Nap time is divine.
Mom 1, Brody and Eli 95.
Monday, October 24, 2011
My name is Lisa and I'm trying to find my sanity.....
I’m Lisa. Married to Sam for 8 years. Mom to Brody for three and Eli for almost two. Yep. You read that correctly. My boys are 17 months apart. No, we didn’t plan it that way. I’m going to be honest when I say that I wanted to be committed during the first three months of two under two but I survived. Barely.
And let’s just put this out there: I am a working mom by choice. GASP—the horror. My kids are growing up in the childcare system. What can I say? I like to shop, drink, eat, buy clothes for my family and take trips by myself. Without my husband and children. What? I need a break. I need to eat hot meals and pee alone. Not necessarily together.
Before I start filling you in on my life, experiences, dreams and drama, I’ll be upfront about my humor. It’s crude and inappropriate at times. I quote movie quotes in times of peril and despair. I often make fun of people because I know somewhere; SOMEONE is making fun of me. I’m okay with that. You better be okay with that. I’m a call it like it is kind of girl and sometimes I’m right and sometimes, I’m wrong. Let's be honest--I'm usually right. Buckle up, because it’s going to be a hilariously bumpy ride.
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