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!)

 

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.

 

First Haircut November 30, 2011

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Last night I did something that I swore I wasn’t going to do for a very very long time. Hubby and I took the Goober for his first haircut!

[cue sobbing]

[a little more sobbing]

[hiccup] Excuse my hysterics, it’s just that I cannot get over the concepts of babies growing up and all that jazz. Beyond that though, my kid has some seriously cute curls residing on his head and I was not prepared to chop them off!

They’re seriously CUTE.

Exhibit A:

I just spent 15 minutes combing my Flickr archives to find a decent picture of my baby’s curls and have come to the conclusion that they are just unable to be properly represented in photos. However, I’m going to try to dissect this photo to show you why I just couldn’t go another day without getting his hair trimmed.

Exhibit B:

Please observe the purple areas. These are the prettiest, softest little blond curls any momma could ask for. They formed little ringlets, pin curls, and were just so sweet.

Now let’s look at Exhibit C, or as I like to call it, the Bane Of Bath Time:

See that green patch there? That is a briar patch. A tumbleweed. A rat’s nest. Right smack dab in the middle of the crown of his head is a big circle of hair unlike anything else. It’s course. It’s dry. It’s frizzy and tangle prone. It sucks. Growing out the rest of his hair meant letting that patch of frizz also grow out and it about drove me to the loony bin. Bath time meant putting conditioner in it, letting it sit and soften, combing it out WHILE THE CONDITIONER IS STILL IN, pissing off my toddler who does not like hair combing, and then rinsing it. Then he goes to sleep and it’s all to hell. If we are going anywhere where I want his hair to be good, I have to bath him THAT DAY, do the hair routine, and make sure it dries before he lays on it in the car seat. Even then it’s often a lost cause.

People. I DO NOT PUT THIS MUCH EFFORT INTO MY HAIR!

I was done. Praying to God that his curls came back, I made an appointment at The Hairy Elephant, a salon just for kids. They do a little First Haircut Certificate with a picture and a lock of hair attached. This preys on my First Time Parent heart and wallet and I don’t even care! I was really glad we went with them, it was a really good experience.

They have a fun waiting area

When our stylist took us back to the cutting area, Goober got to sit in a red race car chair. It had a seatbelt (like a high chair) to keep him from jumping ship. Our stylist asked us if he like Elmo or Mickey, and when we told her of his new found love of all things Elmo, she quickly popped in an Elmo’s World dvd. She asked us what we were looking for and was very conscientious of our desire not to go very short. Just take off a little mullet and a little poof and we’ll be happy! Gabe was pretty much unaware of the fact that she was holding scissors, but was annoyed with her continually grabbing his hair. I had to give the camera over to Hubby while she did her work so that I could get down to Goober’s level and keep him calm. Luckily she was very quick (except for the time it took the comb the oatmeal out of his hair. Whoops!) and it was all over in less than 10 minutes.

Before (complete with POOF):

 

 

During:

And After:

SO MUCH BETTER!

No hair in his eyes, no mini mullet, no more all day bedhead. It’s all good up in this neighborhood.

I still may have teared up just a little, but come on, it’s my baby!

 

Gobble Gobble November 21, 2011

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Between the Cold Of DOOOM that I acquired this past weekend and the upcoming festivities of Thanksgiving on Thursday, I’m going to take a little vacation from the Blogosphere whilst I recuperate and get ready to get my turkey on. I have big plans for the post-Thanksgiving weekend (by big plans, I mean decorating) and I’ll be back next Monday, hopefully with pictures to share.

Have a happy turkey day and, if you’re traveling, please stay safe!

 

Remember to be Grateful November 16, 2011

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If you don’t live in St. Louis, you might not be aware of the tragedy currently dominating the the news outlets in our little city. Basically, Tuesday morning a mother reported her 13 month old toddler was missing from his crib when she woke up. A Saraa Alert (local version of an Amber Alert) was sounded in the early afternoon and less than an hour later that little boy’s body was found less than a mile from his house. Someone was taken into custody this morning, but the police aren’t saying who yet.

While these types of things unfortunately happen regularly all over the country, this story hit me particularly hard. First of all, this incident was frighteningly close to home. The little boy was found a couple miles from my house and just blocks from where my best friend and her family live. The other thing that really got to me was how close in age that little boy was to Goober. I sobbed in front of the news last night as I imagined what his family is going through and tried to push away the uncontrollable thoughts about what could have happened to this toddler in his last hours, what he endured, and the life that will never be lived.

It’s incidents like this that remind us of how short our lives are and how much shorter they could be. Not to sound too li, but our lives can change in an instant. The scariest part is that 99% of life is out of our control. I cannot control the people driving around me. I cannot control what happens to my child when I’m not there. I cannot control the actions of the sociopaths, child predators, and desperate criminals that inevitably live in our communities. But I do have the power to be careful. I can be an attentive and defensive driver. I can take the utmost care to carefully screen every person I allow to come in contact with my child. I can be diligent about being aware of my surroundings, being cautious, and always listening to my gut.

For these reasons, I have once again resolved to be more grateful every day for my family. For that beautiful little boy. If, GOD FORBID KNOCK ON WOOD SIGNS OF THE CROSS, anything ever happened to my husband or my son or anyone else in my life, I want to know that I made the most of every single second I had with them. I want our time to count. I want pictures and videos and documentation of these lives that my make my life worthwhile. That’s the reason I created this blog in the first place. To document the little moments and to capture our memories. I challenge you to do the same.

 

Daily Goober 10/20/11 October 20, 2011

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Dear Goober,

Please quit giving me heart attacks.
Love,
Momma

 

What constitutes Sexy in my House October 7, 2011

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I really hope that Google brings me some unexpected visitors from that title, because I think there are many men who could benefit from this education. Maybe that’s presumptuous, but considering I’ve been trying to teach this to my husband for 4+ years and he is only starting to get it, it can’t hurt.

As I mentioned, yesterday was our anniversary. We don’t do anniversary gifts and this year I didn’t even have time to pick up a card. I know, I kinda suck. We had plans to drop off Goober with my parents and then go out to dinner. When I got home, I was surprised to find that the house was clean! CLEAN! Floors vacuumed, toys picked up, etc. The baby was DRESSED, his bag was PACKED and ready to go! I didn’t have to do anything!!

We keep our bedroom door closed most of the time to limit the number of places that Goober can hide from us. Also, because it’s usually the last room to get any attention, it’s generally in a state of filth. When I went to change my shoes, I opened our door to find a super clean bedroom, vacuumed, no dirty clothes on the floor, dusted dresser, new sheets and a made bed. And on top of that perfect bed was a dozen pink roses!

Men, take note. For a working mom, the sexiest thing you can do for us is usually Acts of Service. Clean the house, make a meal, run the dreaded errands, take care of the kids. And if you happen to throw some flowers on top of all that, you might just take our breath away!