Up yer nose...

Kyan has started putting things up his nose. So far it's been cheese and spaghetti, and an attempt at a crayon piece (it was too big, thank God). I've been able to get him to blow them out, so no trips to the ER... yet.

I don't know how to make him understand that you don't put things up your nose. I would have thought that when it hurt, he wouldn't have done it again.

Wrong.

So now what? What makes a weird-o kid stop putting things in his nose?? I'd only seen this on tv and in movies before now, not in real life, so I have no idea how to convince him that this is not okay. I mean, I've told him not to do it, but he doesn't seem to want to listen. Strange, for a 2-1/2 yr old not to listen, right?

Anyone know how to make a toddler stop putting things in his nose? I really don't want to have to go to the ER for an extraction, but if this keeps up, I'm afraid that's exactly what's going to happen.

I think I'll change his name to "Spaghetti Nose."

snicker snicker giggle giggle

Okay, so I'm updating a menu for a pizza place, and they've added a few things. But the menu is kind of written all over and it's not too easy to follow. Lori had talked to the manager without me present so I was figuring it out as I went along, when I come across a line that reads "with choice of m.Balls"

Begin juvenile snickering.

I call for Lori to come help me, trying really hard now not to laugh, and ask her what m.Balls are supposed to be. She takes one look at it and, apparently without thinking says...

meaty balls.

I got nothing done for 10 mins. In fact, I'm still giggling.

Too stupid to save.

Yeah, that's me. Too stupid to save.

I had typed out an entry using Word, like a good blogger. But I neglected to save, the computer froze up, and that was that.

I refuse to try to re-create a post that was, admittedly, half-assed at best.

I'm disconnecting the home computer tonight to move it to the new digs where the cable will be connected tomorrow. But since this is moving weekend, there probably won't be much from me for a few days.

Like that's unexpected.

But maybe there'll be pictures when I return! Wouldn't that be nice?? And maybe a post about something other than my house and moving!

We'll see...

Have a great weekend!

Goodbye, house

Excuse me while I have a sentamental moment. It just really hit me that this is the last weekend we will ever truly live in this house. I'm really ready to move, to move on... but there are so many bits of my life wrapped up in this house that maybe it's not so easy as I imagined.

At 15... I can still see my grandfather sitting on the edge of my bed (the only time he was ever in my bedroom) in the middle of the night, telling me my grandmother had passed away.

At 17... walking through the door as a high school graduate, and running right back out again to celebrate and party with friends.

At 19... moving out for the first time to go to college.

At 23... bringing home my first baby from the hospital, as a new single mom. God, that was the scariest thing I've ever done.

At 27... sitting on the couch in the living room, awake for the entire night, with Jaben on my lap dozing fitfully with his broken arm, still uncasted cradled against his tiny 4-yr old body.

At 32... (should I stop with the ages now??) the word "Pregnant" showing up on the test... unexepected, but not really, in the tiny bathroom off the living room. Bringing my second baby home from the hospital... more experienced, not as scared, but still the unknown. Seeing my first baby feed my second baby - his new, much loved baby brother - his bottle with the most tender, sweet look of wonder on his face.

Two sets of first steps, first words, first hugs, first "I love you..."

There is a lot of history in this house, a lot of memories... both good and bad. I have to remember that they don't stay here, they come with me. With us. It really is time to move on, that this new house, new neighborhood and new schedule are what we need now. This is a very good thing for my family, for my boys, for our lives. But even when it's the best, most exciting thing, when you've worked so hard for something and wanted it so badly... sometimes it's hard to leave a place filled with so many memories, so much of our lives. It's only across town, and this house with it's memories of our lives will always be here. And everything that happened, all of our memories will always be with us.

I can't wait to move, to move on... but I just needed a moment to say goodbye house.

As backward as a fundamentalist Muslim!

ME!! ME!! I AM! I AM!!

LMAO! This is exactly what was said about/to me:
“by making a nursing mother cover up because your son automatically sexualizes women when he sees a bit of flesh is akin to fundamentalist Muslims telling women to make sure they’re fully covered when going out in public so they don’t give men crazy ideas.”

That comment falls somewhere between the most ridiculous statement ever made (and rather infuriating, to boot) and hysterically funny! I’m not sure yet which it is. What brought on the charming comparison of myself to a fundamentalist Muslim? Simple… I stated in the comments of a blog (that I will not link to because I’ve already caused far too much debate on her blog, I like her, and I refuse to cause more) that while I am pro-breastfeeding, and wish I could’ve, I don’t support the right of a woman to pop her boob out wherever she wants without being discreet or covering up. Why, you ask? Because I’m the mom of a hormonal pre-teen boy and he’s uncomfortable with bare boobs in public and I really don’t think it’s appropriate for a grown woman to be flashing her girls around with out being aware of who’s watching.

I’m all for discreet breastfeeding. DISCREET, people. Don’t take your shirt all the way off and sit there topless, please. Don’t take off your bikini top and shoot me dirty looks when I cover my pre-teen’s eyes. I find it really scary that I’m expected to change the views and feeling s of a child – rather than the adult respecting the feelings and views of that child and covering herself. Or hey, sit on the other side of the booth… I don’t care. I just prefer you not flash your breasts in his face.

Comments like that do not help the breastfeeding cause. Sorry, they don’t. If you want me to respect your right to breastfeed (which I do, der), then please respect the rights of young boys and not flash your boobs at them. I understand that your child needs to eat, but if you’re respectful of my child’s discomfort and are cool about it, I’ll protect your right to breastfeed in public forever. It’s not me against you, or us against them… It’s about cooperation. And I am sick to death of the “my way or the highway” mentality. People won’t respect you or your rights until you respect theirs. That’s just how it is.

Hm… wonder how many flames I’m gonna get? Eh… only like 4 people read this thing anyway. *grin*

Finally

I was finally able to get online at home where I could reinstall my stat counter. So yay for that! I don't actually check it too often, but I do like to see what kind of google searches bring people here, and how many are visiting. When I think of it. So yay for that! At some point I want to add a new banner, but I'm just getting used to the new look (which I LOVE) and don't want to mess anything else up, so that might wait a bit.

As of right now, I have a 4 day weekend! My boss totally rocks! She tossed Monday off at me right at the end of the day yesterday. I think she's trying to get me to use up my days off before the end of the year (I've got tons), and make sure I get time to get my house ready. Not to mention that November is going to be insane and I'll probably be looking at overtime (which is much-needed right now!) so time home with the kids is welcome. I should be cleaning and doing laundry right now because I don't know what the rest of the weekend will bring. Probably a few trips to the dump, definitely a trip to Goodwill to make a donation, and absolutely haircuts for both boys when the best beautician in the world gets off work Sat.

The weekend of the 20th I'm taking a 5 day weekend (yes, I really do have that much time off saved) because we're supposed to be moving then (!) and I want to be home Jaben's first couple of days riding the bus to make sure we get him to the bus stop at the right time, and that he gets home okay. It would suck to miss the bus his first day and not have a ride home. I'm sure he'll be fine and he's plenty old enough to handle it on his own... but no matter how old he is, he's still my baby and I need to be sure he's okay.

Gotta go get things back in order in my disgusting house. I can't wait to move and actually have enough ROOM for things!!

YAY!

Yay for Dani! Not only is her blog one of my favorites, but she pointed me to Bloglines which totally rocks and makes blog surfing tons easier! I’m still figuring out all the bits and pieces there, but I’m so excited I’m able to read the blogs I was starting to have problems with. AND I will be adding some back into my blogroll because I love these blogs and I missed them!

I’d heard of Bloglines before, but didn’t know anything about it. So thanx again, Dani, for sending me that way. It really does make my blog reading tons easier!

In other news, the house is definitely coming along. The bathroom is basically finished, and the rest needs to be finished in a week and a half!! Wow, that’s so little time!! Send us all the good luck you can spare that we make it. We’re planning to move everything in on the weekend of the 20th… it’s going to be a crazy few weeks! For now, a few pics of the pretty bathroom….
























And of course a quick shot of my cute toddler checking out the new tub…