Sunday, May 6, 2012

Balls, Pirates, and Fruit Snacks

So yesterday I decided to take Kaleigh to Gattiland for some food, ice cream, and games. Amie stayed home with daddy so Kaleigh and I could have this little date.

We had a great time!

She ate well and we played games. But then we encountered the balls machine.

This machine and I had it out because I was bound and determined to get a ball of every color. This is a machine that allows you to play until you win. So I won a green ball for her. She was so excited. But when going for the blue one, I grabbed a soccer ball. Not satisfied with this, I wanted to go for it again. VICTORY! I got the blue ball. I then noticed there were 3 purple ones bunched together. Oh yes, I was going to win my baby this purple ball. She already had her hands inside the little retrieval door, ready to catch her ball.

Suddenly, the crane grabbed two balls. Could it be true? Could we be getting the purple ball and another green ball in one try?

No...

The stupid crane dropped the purple ball and gave us another green one.

Still wanting that purple ball, I tried again.

VICTORY! We got the purple ball.

By this point I realized there were two colors we had not gotten yet...red and pink.

And so I swiped my card again and went for the red one.

VICTORY!

Kaleigh reached into the door and grabbed her red ball. The next thing I knew, she looked me with 5 of these small balls in her arms and said, "No more balls, mommy." Never has my child told me she didn't want another ball. That is when I realized she could have cared less about ball colors or how many she got. My "let's show this machine who's boss" complex had taken control of me. Because of this, the girl working the floor offered me a bag to carry Kaleigh's arsenal of balls. Yes, it was quite noticeable that there was an armload issue as my 2 1/2 year old, who wouldn't let me carry any of her balls, walked around the game floor at Gattiland with 5 balls in her little arms. She could barely see over them.

Kaleigh with her haul
After this experience, we went to see "The Pirates: Band of Misfits." We didn't care much for the movie and left early. Some like it, but we didn't. We still lasted an hour and that was after spilling 1/4 of a large popcorn, losing the straw on the way to our seats, Kaleigh shushing the other kids in the theater, and a little girl almost landing on her head because she was so bored that she was trying to flip over a bar on her stomach.

Our last stop was the grocery store where Kaleigh broke into fruit snacks and threw a holy fit in the middle of Kroger when she dropped some and wanted me to give them to her off of the floor. I am sure I sounded angry when I said, "No Kaleigh, the floor is filthy germy and it'll make you sick if you eat them. They're trash." This resulted in me opening another pack of fruit snacks to keep her from giving the other shoppers a nervous breakdown. She is usually excellent when we go shopping, but my tired little ball pirate was cranky.

We survived that, went home, and boy was it a day. In the end, I know Kaleigh was happy about all of her balls because she was able to share with her sister. ;) They had a blast with them.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Higher Than a Mother Trucker!!

So the pregnancy news has spread far and wide and we have plans as to how we are going to make this latest MAJOR life change work. We've pretty much had to devise:

1. The way we want things to work out
2. The next to the best way for things to work out
3. Worst case scenario, but at least it's a solution

So yeah, we have plans A,B, and C with A being favorable. I won't get into the logistics of it all because it is so much to take in at once. oh yes, we have had to break it all down, analyze it, and put it back together. I feel like I dissected a frog in science class. Instead, I've been dissecting thoughts, plans, and ideas. In the end, it is all a little gutsy anyway, so it may as well be a frog. ;)

Anyway, I am at that phase where I want to eat everything and when I eat, Kaleigh says "I need a bite." Right now, everything is "I need, I need, I need." If I have a candle lit on my desk, she tells me "I need to blow" because she wants to blow it out. Yesterday, the black smoke from the candle floated up to her little nose and she said, "Ewww, stinky fire."

The best thing she said today, however, were the words, "Higher than a mother trucker." Yes, that is my fault, but it was so funny. She loves the song "Starships." Well, when ole Nicki is higher than a mother "something," I say "trucker." So tonight she was in bed between hubby and I chilling out when she sang:

"Starships were meant to flyyyy. Nah nah nah naaaaah skyyyy. Nah nah nah mmmm tiiime. Mmmm mmmmm mm ine. NAH NAH NAH HIGHER THAN A MOTHER TRUCKER!"

Had I laughed any harder, I would have peed my pants. I didn't think there was too much else that could top the baby looking at me this morning and saying, "Haaaaaaay" when I went to get her out of the crib to start her day.

But then when putting Kaleigh to bed tonight, she looked at me and said, "Kiss me, K-K-Kiss me." Yeah, she was breaking out some Katy Perry.

Anyway, other than my face breaking out like a 16 year old with bad skin and wanting to eat everything in sight, I'm not sick yet. I still have a couple of weeks before the puke fairy visits me. Hopefully I stop in the second trimester like I did with Amie. I lost 25 pounds during that pregnancy. I lost 52 with Kaleigh because I threw up the entire time. The weight loss is nice and both babies were healthy, but Kaleigh was a smaller baby and she's my picky eater (she's my bean pole). Amie was an 8 pound baby and eats everything.

But tomorrow is a new day and I'm sure it will involve new zits and different cravings.

Until next time...

Thursday, May 3, 2012

The Start of 3 Under 3 1/2

Well, it has happened...I am pregnant again. And so I figured I would document the adventures we are about to have because, unlike our first two pregnancies, this one is literally changing larger aspects of our lives.

When Kaleigh was born in 2009, our concern was acquiring baby stuff. We didn't need a bigger car and we didn't need to move yet. We would move a year later to ease the space issue.

When Amie was born in 2011, we had everything we needed except a few minor things. We hadn't gotten rid of any of Kaleigh's stuff. Again, we didn't need a new car and our house was big enough.

Anyway, we found out on April 30th that we are expecting our 3rd child. Currently, Kaleigh is 2 years, 7 months, and some odd days old and Amie is just over 9 1/2 months old. Yes, we were shocked. Our daughters are 21 months apart and now the difference between Amie and the new baby won't even be 18 months. When it is all said and done, we will have had 3 children within 3 years and 3 1/2 months...so not even 3 1/2 years.

And so one of the first things I thought of when reading the pregnancy test results and getting through the leg-numbing mixture of joy and the realization that things were going to change BIG TIME was THE CAR. Oh my gosh, the car is a 2004 Cavalier that we paid off a couple of years ago. Both of our cars are paid off, but neither one is large enough. We have two car seats in the back seat of the Cavalier and there is a whole foot between them. My husband's Firebird has two bucket seats in the back. Being that finances have been tight, we are going to be forced into having to buy a larger vehicle. We are also going to have to move in about a year. We figure we can get by with baby being in the bassinet in our room for the first three months, but after that there is nowhere to put the baby because the girls already share their room. The vehicle comes first, though, because we can make do in our home a little longer if we have to.

So what does this mean? Momma Savings is going to have to start finding even deeper savings and, of course, I will always direct you their way. It is going to be a challenge being pregnant and running after two small children to then be taking care of a newborn and two bickering little girls. In fact, I just heard Kaleigh tell her little sister that she's weird, so, yes, it has begun.

And so I figured to keep myself sane, I am going to document the happenings. For instance, Kaleigh thought Desitin was toothpaste and decided to use my toothbrush. I didn't know what the problem was last night when she was opening her mouth and saying "ewww, nasty" over and over...until I brushed my teeth before bed. Yeah, I still can't get the taste out of my mouth.

Anyway, stay tuned until the next time my daughter messes with my taste buds. You will most likely know about it.