Just Like Goober

A working suburban mom, a curious baby boy, and a whole lotta life

The End of the Story November 13, 2012

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A warning to all of those who have the potential to be as stupid as me: Go read “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie…” I know you, like me, probably read this when you were 6, but there are some seriously good parenting lessons in there. Lessons about how if you do something nice for your kids, even once, it will come back and bite you in the ass! Like that one time (okay, maybe 8 or 10 times) I gave Goober my phone to play on while I was grocery shopping or in line at the bank or something where I just wanted THE WHINING TO STOP. That one time (or 6 or 12 times) was enough for the power of the screen to hook its claws into my sweet toddler and turn him into something unrecognizable. Now everyday I have to listen to, “Momma, can I play on your phone?” “Mom, can I have your phone?” “Mommy, I want your phone!!!!!” And when I say no, over and over and over, the world as we know it comes to an end. We’re talking full on tantrum, complete with wailing, garment rending, and dramatic collapsing onto the floor. All for the cruel denial of his precious virtual dinosaur puzzle. I’m mean like that.

This particular lesson smacked me in the face again this morning. A little background- during the summer, I like to stop occasionally at QuikTrip for a soda. They’re always on sale over the summer and sometimes you just need some therapy in the form of fountain Diet Dr. Pepper. This summer, however, Goober has an awareness that Momma is getting something and he wants some. Since he’s not allowed to have soda, I got into the BAD habit of buying him the kid sized slushy anytime he was with me and I stopped.  I tried to explain to him that this was a “special treat,” that we only get “sometimes.” I’m pretty sure what he heard was “delicious sugar that you are entitled to on demand!” I tried to space out such treats, but it didn’t help that he started petitioning the grandparents to take him on his days with them. Kid is smart!

All of this leads us to this morning, when we were on our way to my dad’s house (he baby-sits Goober on Tuesdays.) We pass a gas station and the following conversation commences.

“Momma, look, a gas station! I need a special drink!”

“No buddy, we’re not stopping this morning.”

“But I NEED a special drink!!”

“Not today, we don’t need to spend money on that.”

“MOMMY. I NEEEEEED A SPECIAL DRINK!”

{Insert futile attempt to explain the difference between need and want to a 2-yr old. I know, I know!}

“But Mommy, I need it.”

“No buddy, you want it.”

“Mommy, I want a special drink!!!”

“Goober, we are not stopping, and that’s the end of the story!”

“NO MOMMA, I WANT A SPECIAL DRINK! THAT IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY!!”

“Oh yeah? What’s the end of the story then?”

“I DON’T KNOW! I CAN’T READ!

You try saying “No” to this guy!

 

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I had a child.

( And why I keep giving into him. Kid is GOOD!)

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Catching Up September 12, 2012

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Like ripping off the band-aid. That is what I’m comparing to jumping back on the blogging bandwagon. Quick, a little painful, but soon a distant memory. So what if it’s been 5 months. Things haven’t changed all that much. Here’s a little rundown of what you may have missed since April:

  • Fell off the Weight Watcher’s bandwagon. Haven’t actually stepped on a scale since about April and not very eager to either. C’est la vie.
  • Took a 9 hour road trip to Atlanta. Everyone survived.
  • My baby turned two. MY BABY TURNED TWO!
  • Two has been interesting. It often lives up to the stereotype, but not always, and there are a lot of days where he’s so unbelievably awesome that I have to pinch myself a little.
  • My great aunt passed away. She was old, she was awesome, she is missed.
  • Summer came and is (hopefully) on it’s way out. It was hot.
  • We are sorta semi potty training. When Goober feels like it. Since he’s only 27 months and the Parents As Teacher program recommends waiting until 2 1/2 to ensure all the bladder nerves and control are developed, I’m not pushing it yet. I’m thinking during Christmas vacation we might try one of the 3 day methods. We’ll see.
  • Hubby is still out of work. It still stresses me the hell out.
  • For a variety of reasons, we’ve decided to put Goober in full time daycare. One day a week he stays with Hubby’s mom, one day a week he’s with my dad, and three days a week he goes to a sitter we found (we will call her J.) J is amazing and awesome and has incredible patience with Goober. He started back in May and had a pretty difficult time adjusting (a.k.a. he cried all damn day for the first few weeks.) Now’s he’s at the point where he doesn’t cry at all (mostly) when I drop him off and asks me when he gets to go next.
  • I’m in my LAST class of my Master’s program! Next semester I will take my comprehensive exams (’cause I was too lazy busy to try to study for them this semester) and then I will graduate in May. Wooohooo!
  • Did I mention I’m the parent of a TWO YEAR OLD? Insert your choice of incredulous sentiment of flying time here.

 

Easter Recap and a Belated Week 7 Update April 9, 2012

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Happy Monday! Did you have a nice Easter? Ours was pretty good. We’ve actually been celebrating for over a week. With 3 sets of grandparents vying for our attention, holidays take some maneuvering to run smoothly. We’ve tried fitting all three in one day before and it’s a total clusteryouknowwhat. This year we decided that we would have brunch with Hubby’s family on Easter morning and celebrate with my mom’s family on Easter afternoon/evening, leaving a nice gap in the middle for a good nap. Very important! That left my dad’s family without an Easter spot, so we celebrated with them last Sunday. It worked out really well. We never felt rushed or over-travelled. Goober got to spread his sugar high out a bit.

This year was so different than last year. He really got into the egg hunts and had no problem finding eggs that were not always in plain site. He has learned what candy tastes like and gets super excited to find jelly beans or chocolate eggs in the plastic eggs. I actually did not expect him to get the Easter Bunny concept for at least another year, but we still reminded him that the bunny was going to come and leave him a basket and hide some eggs. I was pleasantly surprised Sunday morning when I awoke to not the usual “Mommy!” cries, but the sound of my son jumping in his crib, yelling “ BUNNY COME, THE BUNNY COME!” and as soon as we put him down, he ran out of his room looking for his basket. So stinking cute. One unfortunate side effect of “understanding” is that he was a little spoiled yesterday. He got a LOT of baskets over the course of the day, he wouldn’t eat any real food at all, knowing that there was chocolate and jellybeans everywhere, and the request for jellybeans has yet to cease. Apparently moderation is a concept a little out of his reach. Then again, he’s not the only one.

Which leads us to Part 2 of this post, my Week 7 Recap. Please recall my last recap, where I confessed to falling off the wagon and it showed. Well, jumping back onto the wagon is always easier said than done. I was still not eating perfectly, but I did get back on board with tracking, at least during the work week. I tried to make better choices, but I frequently gave myself a pass as it was a busy and crazy week. However bad I was though, I held myself accountable by tracking everything. I also started walking with a coworker during our lunch break a couple times a week. I was pretty sure that my Friday morning weigh in would hurt, but I was willing to take responsibility for my eating and hopefully get back on track. I was in for a shock.

Week 7 starting weight: 218.6

Week 7 ending weight: 214.2

Week 7 progress: Down 4.4 pounds!

Overall progress: Down 20.1 pounds!

Conclusion: Pardon my language, but HOLY SHITBALLS! I have no idea how that happened. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN??? All I can come up with is that the overall changes I made over the past 7 weeks have maybe helped out my metabolism? Perhaps it was an Easter miracle? I don’t know what it was, but it was AWESOME. I even got on my scale twice to double check. Whatever, I will take it and I will be THRILLED. For the record, I am now below my pre-pregnancy weight. I’m just over 3 pounds away from my 10% goal and I’m about 6 pounds away from my lowest breastfeeding weight (oh breastfeeding metabolism, how I miss thee!) I am so happy to see that number fall, I am actually even more committed to this program than I was a week ago. I’m anxious to finish my class so that I can use my Zumba Groupon that’s waiting for me. I’m working up the motivation to start using my Wii Active exercise stuff again. I brought a salad to work again! This week was just what I needed. Like Dorie says, “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming…”

 

I’m a survivor March 8, 2012

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Despite Goober coming into our lives almost two(!) years ago, there are still constant initiations into this whole parenting gig. New experiences, first times that make me feel like I’m still just playing pretend with this whole Grown Up Mother role. This week was definitely one of the more trying of those times. Monday morning Hubby and I woke up to a crib full of toddler barf. Let me tell you, nothing will wake you up faster than your 1 year playing in his own puke. Lovely. Hubby cleaned up the kiddo while I changed sheets and started laundry. Once he was all spic and span, Goober acted like there was nothing wrong. He ran around the house like his usual self, getting into trouble and everything pointed to him being perfectly fine. As newbies, Hubby and I just figured maybe he ate something funny and he was fine now. I went off to work, unaware that the week from hell was ahead of us.

The rest of the day Hubby dealt with our barfing baby boy, along with some diapers that could realistically be used as biological weapons. I came home early to accompany them to the pediatrician who lovingly told us there’s nothing we could do for him, except wait it out, and that these stomach flu bugs were going around. Monday evening consisted of me taking the lead on cleaning up two more pukefests and the sanitation of some very befouled stuffed animals.

Tuesday morning I went in to work late after trying to catch up on the sleep I missed the night before. I felt…off. I tried to convince myself that it was just the sleep deprivation that was causing it, but after eating lunch, there was no denying that I had caught the bug. I went home where I stayed in the fetal position for about 18 hours. It was pretty tortuous. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t really drink anything, and I couldn’t see my baby. I sent Hubby over to his parent’s house with Goober, because if Goober saw me, he couldn’t understand why he couldn’t jump on me, why I couldn’t get up and play with him.

Wednesday morning I woke up feeling significantly better than the day before. Sure, I was crazy dehydrated and hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before, but compared to what I felt the night before, I was in great shape. I went to work, only to go downhill as the day progressed. Dizzy, lethargic, and overall just felt crummy. Once again, I came home midday and went to bed. Luckily Goober was still at his grandma’s, so I didn’t have to hide from him. A 3.5 hour nap later, I was good as new. I stayed in bed reading, but I felt pretty much fine. Hubby and Goober came home, I got to play with Goober before he had to go to bed, which felt amazing after being separated from him for over a day. Right after he went to bed though, I started feeling crummy again and now Hubby felt bad too. The Bug of Doom strikes again!

It’s now Thursday morning. I am still at home because Hubby feels like crap. Luckily my parents are coming to pick up Goober around 10 so that I can go to work. I feel pretty great, but after all the feel-great-fakeouts the last couple days, I’m still skeptical that I’m over this nastiness. On the upside, I feel like I’ve been through an initiation process. A parental hazing of sorts. I’ve gone through our first toddler barfing (completely different than infant puke!), plus experienced consecutively sick family members, and lived to see the other side of all of it. I’m expecting the appropriate merit badges to arrive any day now.

 

18 month slideshow January 30, 2012

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We just got all of the photos from Goober’s 18 month shoot and they are oh so wonderful. Here’s a little slideshow because I’m such a proud momma.

  

Gabe: Christmas 2011 from Bright Shot Photography on Vimeo.

A big thank you to Kara Proehl of Bright Shot Photography. She worked so well with him and the shots are so amazing. He’s growing so fast, I cannot explain how much I appreciate someone who can capture his personality so well. We will cherish these forever.

 

Saturday Sentiment- Generational Edition January 28, 2012

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Momma, 1984

 

 

Goober,  2012.

I think he’s mine 🙂

Goober photo courtesy of Bright Shot Photography

 

You Stanky January 26, 2012

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Last night Hubby and I decided to cash in a gift card for Applebee’s that we got for Christmas and head to the mall, where conveniently there is an Applebee’s and one of those mall play areas for the Goober to burn some energy. After dinner we headed upstairs to the surprisingly busy play yard. Hubby and I sat and talked while Goober attempted to break his neck. Your typical Wednesday night, right?

About 10 minutes into playing, I stood up to monitor some crazy gymnastics Goober was maneuvering on the foam mountain. As I’m walking over to prevent a trip to the ER, a little 4 year old boy comes up to me.

“Are you his mom?” He points to Goober

“Yes”

“He’s stanky.”

“Excuse me?”

“He’s stanky. You need to change his diaper!”
 

Sure enough, he was right. I just got served by a preschooler. Awesome.