ice cream pirate.

so last night after dinner the big boy and the hubs were in the living room playing when that familiar little jingle started playing outside...  you know the one.  the one that makes all the kids stop whatever theyre doing, drop whatever theyre playing with, and ignore whoever theyre talking to...  the one that moms both love and hate depending on where they are in the dinner/bed time routine.  thats right, the ice cream man song.

luckily for us, we were done with dinner and it wasnt quite bedtime yet so the big boy got to go outside with daddy and wait for the ice cream truck to make its way through the neighborhood back to our house.  im not a huge fam of our ice cream man because of two things:  i totally judge him by his looks which are totally sketchy, and my dog who normally likes or is at least ok with everyone, hates him.  he has awkwardly long pinky nails, which i refer to solely as coke nails, he has weird little braids in his hair that go absolutely everywhere, and he wears an eye patch.  so not being too accustomed to the ice cream man, he didnt know that he would go to the furthest part of the neighborhood and make his way forward so before even making it outside, the big boy was crying for the ice cream man to come back...  silly kid.

i stayed inside while the boys got their ice cream, but i did hear a pretty fantastic story when they came back in...

the hubs tells me that as soon as the ice cream man pulled up and stuck his head out the window to say hi, my big boy immediately squinted his eye and said 'aye me matey!'  i think the ice cream man just laughed it off, but apparently my child was so excited to be in the presence of a pirate he continued to tell his daddy that the ice cream man really was a pirate and would not quit.  the hubs decided to tip him a little extra as an apology for our two year old being so blunt with observations of the ice cream man closely resembling a pirate..

and it didnt stop there, the rest of night he kept telling me that he saw a pirate, and the pirate gave him ice cream, and that he knew that the pirate had a treasure chest and he wants it... 

next weekend i am totally going to stand on the front stoop when he gets his ice cream... close enough to hear the hilarity the goes on, but far enough away that the pirate doesnt know that that kid is mine. daddy can deal with that.

of course this isnt him...  but hes kinda similar.  and hes your ice cream man.  enjoy.

boogs, pee, & vom.

there are boogers on my truck.
there is urine on my shirt. 
and there is vomit on the baby. 

this is the day ive had.

the day started out ok, everybody was happy and pretty chill after the craziness that was sunday/birthday party day.  the boys ate breakfast, played with all their new loot, and just kinda messed around until it was nap time.  nap time went smoothly, they woke up, ate lunch, and went back to playing.

then the little one needed a change, so i take him upstairs, take off his dipe and i already know hes got a terrible diaper rash going on so its no surprise to see his sad little red heiny.  but it is looking worse so i decide to use a prescription cream that i had from one of the big boys terrible diaper rash awhile back.  the baby is all cleaned up, we go back downstairs, i put him down and as he starts crawling away he starts crying...  and within about 7 seconds, the crying turns into screaming.  i pick him up and hes clinching his little cheeks together hard so i know theres definitely a problem.  i strip him and throw him in the bath to get all the cream off and let his little cakes chill out in the warm tubby.  he calms down, we get him dressed and i call the dr.

its about 3:45 so they have about 2 appts available that afternoon, and only in haymarket (the farther office)...  i get both boys in the truck and we're off.  about 3 minutes into the ride, the big boy tells me that he has a sticky boogie and he wants me to help him, but of course im driving about 60 mph and definitely cannot grab a tissue and take care of his snotty situation.  so i tell him to wait just a minute and ill help him, but he interrupts me to say 'boogie gone.'  obviously he has wiped the boog somewhere and i assume its still on him...  until he says 'look what i do,' im at a light so i glance back to see a giant booger on the window.  gross.  i start to drive again and hes super quiet so at the next chance i get, i look back and super proud of his work he says 'mom, look!'  he has taken the gross boog and wiped all over the window like it was some sort gooey paint...  disgust-o-rama.

so we finally get to the office and have about 5 minutes to unload both children, get out the stroller, grab the diaper bag and all other essentials and get to the 2nd floor.  we get in there, i hurriedly sign in and we proceed to wait for about 40 minutes until we're called back...  thank goodness i rushed in and left the booger on the window to bake in the sun...

i strip off the baby, the dr comes in and checks out his little downtown for about a half a second and determines immediately that it is a yeast infection...  poor kid.  so we're chatting and i havent diapered the baby back yet, but im still standing in front of him because that little rolly polly will get away in a flash.  then i feel it.  my stomach is definitely warm and wet.  awesome.  the baby is smiling so big, so happy that he has managed to pee all over mommy.

fast forward to the later evening...  we decide to go out to dinner with my mom and sis since the hubs is out watching the caps game.  C A P S, caps caps caps- says the big boy.  anyway...  we get to the table, get the kids into their high chairs and i realize that they both feel warm.  even though 2 hours ago the baby definitely did not have a fever.  so i give them both tylenol and start to feed the little one.  within about 5 minutes he throws up on himself.  not a lot, but enough to gtoss me out a little. 

this is the life of a mommy.  boogs, pee, and vom.

ladies and gentlemen... she is crafty.

sorry its been awhile... ive been a little busy being an awesomely crafty mom for the littlests' first birthday party yesterday! super fun!

i got my craft on thanks to pinterest and a couple cool little mom blogs. (ill give them credit when i get to the good parts)

i totally made all my own decorations and im pretty proud of myself, i always say that i am not crafty or in any way creative, but i definitely had fun attempting to prove myself wrong with this party. and let me also say that i had no problem tooting my own horn yesterday whenever anyone asked about the decor... they were promptly told that all were made by the one and only krp- etsy store to be coming soon. ha ha! kidding! now that ive worked it all up and youre expecting some grand thing... it was all simple, just a slight color theme. i made three dimensional stars in a couple sizes and hung them around the room and i made his banner. neither were hard at all, just time consuming, but worth it!

thanks to this blog i was able to make the paper stars

and thanks to this blog i had some inspiration and instruction to help with the banner.

and thanks to a fabulous suggestion from my cousins fantastic wife that i love, i am also posting a picture of my fruit dip. ha ha! because i spent so much time decorating, i kinda slacked on the food... normally ill make some delicious treats but since time was not on my side i opted for a lot of pre-made foods, good just not homemade. other than a cheese dip and my fruit dip. and my fruity dip is delicious. yeah, ill say it. its pretty awesome. so here it is and its the easiest thing ever.

krp's fruity grandma dip:
1 pkg instant vanil pudding
1 container cool whip (set out to thaw)
grand mariner (as much as you want!)
make the pudding according to the directions.
mix with the cool whip (if you want it to stay fluffier just mix by hand)
then mix in a little grandma to taste! delicious!
 
of course nothing is being cooked or heated so its definitely still full alcohol content, so if there are kiddies in attendance, be aware if they all start lingering around the fruity dip...

so there we go. i am offically crafty.

  ill post more fun birthday stuff after our brithday trip to the zoo!

solange... or orlando?

ok so i see myself as a thrifty shopper even though my husband doesnt seem to agree... but majority of our childrens clothes come from target and old navy, and i cant remember the last pair of shoes i purchased for myself.

anyway, i take my little crew to target the other day to pick up a few things and of course we have to cruise by the clearance end caps where i see shining like a bright little star amongst all of the dark colored electronics (why are all electronics in black or dark packaging, btw?) a super fun yo gabba gabba cd marked down to $3. how awesome is that? cheaper than downloading it on itunes, obviously it went right into the cart. my clearly impressed two year continued talking about my expert shopping to everyone that happened to pass us in the next 15 minutes 'gabba gabbas, free dollars.' thats right buddy, three dollars.



so we get into the truck and i pop that sucker in so we can rock out to such classic jams as 'all my friends are different, i love bugs,' and 'dont be afraid.' and while listening and singing along with all the songs because i definitely know all the words, i hear the song 'moma loves baby.' i forgot about this one because the big boy was never too interested in it. i assume its because it is sung by beyonces sister solange knowles who has the ability to look beautiful at times, but manages to look more like a drag queen in her brief yo gabba gabba career. the first time i saw her little song i thought it was orlando jones pretending to be a woman... and apparently im not the only one...

poor solange...

i hope that no one ever thinks that i am secretly a well known male actor just pretending to be a woman so that i can sing a song on a childrens program...

potty puker.

my child is an expert thrower upper.

im not sure why, but my big boy will sometimes randomly have to throw up right between having milk (dairy or soy) and going to sleep. hes an evening wretcher.

last night hes cuddling on the bed with daddy, and im nursing the littles when the big boy says 'daddy, i don feeeeel good.' and just by the look on his face i can tell that hes not messin around.

so the hubs scoops him up, takes him into the b-room and helps him to stand in front of the potty where my two year old expertly vomits into the toilet.

i know this isnt a normal thing to brag about, but you do not even know how much a mom appreciates a good thrower upper. hes clean, the room stays clean, its magnificent. although there is a little confusion as to why that kid is totally cool with puking it up in the potty but scared to deather to pee in it...

hes a work in progress...

where did the deliciousness go?

can i just say how much i hate that it isnt warm and delicious anymore? im pretty sure that the boys and i were completely spoiled by that awesome weather recently and being able to play outside and go to merrifield garden center just to walk around and look at all the plants. and its not even that cold out, but all my defences to the cold went away when it started getting warm, so this 50 degrees crap feels super cold and i am not a fan.

and i know im complaining about a measly two days... but two days of being couped up inside with two little boys after tasting the freedom of the outdoors and already taking it for granted, it feels more like two weeks. oh my gaga. my children are crazy. i swear they have not been this loud, or cried this much all at once in a long time.

and sadly we will be going out tomorrow, but i am already dreading it. i know they are gonna be super excited to leave the house which is definitely a recipe for disaster. they will be little crazy pantses that will not listen, but they both have drs appointments, back to back in different cities. it will be terrible.

being the accomodating patient that i am, i always accept whatever time appt i get offered, so the baby has physical therapy in gainesville at 10:30, and then i have to get the big boy out to leesburg by noon for his follow with the ENT for more sleep study stuff.

not only is this right in the middle of nap time, i have to somehow pay attention the the doctors and get each kid to get checked out properly, i also need to keep another child entertained and quiet.

im sure that i will complain tomorrow and let everyone know how it goes, either through blogging or a happy hour. maybe both.

sad panda.

the other night the big boy and i were cuddling before bedtime. he was super relaxed and just laying there while i held him and played with his hair when he sleepily told me that 'mommy is so beautiful, i love mommy much.' it. was. the. sweetest.

so i went around the next day telling my mom, and my sister, and my husband all about how sweet our boy is and that he told me that i was so beautiful.

yesterday he told me that the doggy was beautiful, daddy was beautiful, bubbles are beautiful, and basically anything he laid his eyes on was beautiful.


way to burst my bubble kid.