Scrumptious Saturday: Green Beans and Bacon

This has been one heck of a week, and I am in some serious need of comfort foods. You know the kind I'm talking about: a greasy, starchy, fill-you-up kind of meal that invokes memories just by smelling it cooking? That's what I'm after.

Where's my silver lining??

After a half-hour long car ride with my screaming little guy (he had just woken up from his nap and was not happy for some reason still unbeknownst to me,) we finally made it to the grocery store.  I had spent all morning planning this shopping trip: had my grocery list, my coupons, and was kind of excited.  There were some great deals that I didn't want to miss out on.

5-Hour Energy Review

As you all may have noticed - I have a very rambunctious, energetic little guy.  Don't believe me? Scroll through a couple of my latest posts.  He's a climber, a screamer, a temper-tantrum conundrum.  Don't get me wrong, I love him more than anything in this world.  I just wish I was able to keep up with him, especially in the evenings when he's got me completely worn down. 

After absolutely no sleep last night, you can imagine how excited I was to open my mailbox this afternoon to find free samples from Smiley360 of 5-Hour Energy.  

It's the simple things...

My little guy is a year and a half - a toddler.  He has so many nifty toys (ones that I like playing with lol) but nothing beats the smile he has plastered on his face when he gets to go into the kitchen with me.  
We keep all of our pots, pans, and mixing bowls in a bottom cabinet, and he has discovered it.  I think I may have a drummer on my hands: as soon as he gets into said cabinet, he's putting pots and bowls upside down and immediately banging on them.  I love it, he's my little music man.  He gets so excited when he's got a wooden spoon and something to beat on!

The lesson I learned here?  Sometimes it's the simplest things that bring out the greatest pleasure.

Wordless Wednesday

Caught with his hand in the cookie jar, erm box:

1 a.m.

and I just now got my little one to go to sleep. He has been a screaming banshee tonight. Full fricken tantrums: complete with pulling Momma's hair, throwing his milk across the room, lunging at the ground like his feet got knocked out from under him, screaming at the top of his lungs... 

My neighbors probably think I'm beating the hell out of him from all the noise 
going on up here, but all I could do was sit and watch him do all of this; he didn't want me near him at all.  This had been going on for at least an hour.  Finally he let me scoop him up and rock/sway/bounce him until his head started getting heavy and doing the drunk bob. That's when I knew it was safe to lay him down and quietly escape to another room.  I am still trying to work the cramps out of my legs from all the pacing.  All this while Daddy sleeps peacefully on the couch. Nights like these make me miss my Effexor. Bad. 


Feeling kind depressed today, just thinking about how fast my little guy is growing up.  It isn't like he did anything huge today, no new milestones or anything like that.  Just watching him play and realizing how smart he is though, how fast he learns everything... It's crazy.  I swear I was just pregnant with him last week!  How is it that the days can go by so slow, but the weeks, months, and years fly by?

Little Monkeys

Sorry I haven't written in a few days, it has been pretty hectic around here.  Between a tantrum-throwing toddler wanting Momma to carry him everywhere, a whiny 6 year-old who refused to listen to anything I said, and a fiance who chose to stay out of the house as much as possible to avoid it all, I haven't gotten a few minutes of peace to sit and compose a coherent thought (let alone try to write about it.)

Just had to share a picture of my lil guy, sound asleep :)
There is nothing more beautiful than a sleeping child.
Especially when the child is your own.
Good night, and sweet dreams :)


My fiance has a 6 year old little girl who is amazing.  No, her daddy and I aren't married (yet) but I still consider her my step-daughter.  She is such a goofy, fun, smart kid and I love having her around.  The custody arrangement is that we get her every other week, and it seems to work out okay.  


My 6 year old step-daughter has been having nightmares lately.  About 30 minutes to an hour after she goes to bed, she will wake up sobbing.  When her daddy and I go in there to check on her, the only thing she will say is that she had a bad dream.  Clearly upset, but refuses to tell us what's wrong.  I don't want to push her, she's got a pretty firm grasp on reality and knows that what she dreamed is not real.  I just wish that I could help her out. 

Here we go again

3:30am again. Little man wanted his milk, and to be moved to the couch because apparently the new queen sized mattress we bought isn't good enough for him.  Which means that in order to make sure he continues sleeping until at least daylight, I have to leave him there.  So if I want to get any sleep whatsoever, I am gonna have to curl up on the loveseat and try to get as comfortable as possible.

Isn't that the truth...

They come out only knowing how to breathe, cry, poop, sleep, and nurse.  Its up to us parents to teach them everything else, if not directly, at least to expose them to things in life that will teach them. 

I worry all the time whether or not I'm teaching my kid the things he's supposed to know.  I have no idea what I'm doing, how can I expect him to learn from me?!? 

Random Screaming

My toddler is in the tantrum stage. And I'm talkin', full blown whiney screaming fits where he flops his entire body on the floor and lays there until someone picks him up.  Or until he gets bored and finds something else to do, which usually takes about 2-3 minutes.  What did this teach me?  To step over him and continue on with what I was doing.  Seriously, if I were to drop everything and go running every single time he started one of these emotional tirades I would spend all day carrying him and trying to figure out what he wanted from the pointed little E.T. finger and random bursts of "UhhhHHHHhhhh!"

I know this, because I learned it the hard way.

My little monkey is 18 months old (drives the fiance crazy when I say that, "he's a year and a half damnit!") and he hasn't figured out yet how to verbalize.  Sure, there's the "ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma" when he wants me, or the cute random ones like "pop" and "want" that we don't hear often.  Other than that, its a series of different pitched cries, whines, screams, and babbles.  How am I supposed to know what "um ba da da eeeeeeeeee" means??

Yet another day of feeling clueless :)

New Beginnings

So I've always wanted to write.  I am an opinionated person that has something to say about everything.  I also have an extreme amount of anxiety, so most of those thoughts go unheard.  Not opinionated in a bad way, just that I have an input on a lot of things.  So why not blog? :)