Not Me! Monday (almost)

OK, so it's not officially Monday.. but time on Mondays is limited. Especially now that school is in full swing. So here is what I totally did not do this week..

*I did not want to throw away all the sheets, comforters and pillows after my son so graciously puked on all of them, just so I didn't have to wash them.

*I did not want to stomp my feet and yell at my husband after previously stated puking son puked allll in my bed after his father, my husband, put him there.

*I did not gladly go to school that same night so I could get away from the puke house.

*I did not feel a million years old for being back in college.

*I am not worried to death about not making it into the RN program.

*I did not let my youngest son, my baby, chew on the straps on the Target buggy because I thought, "Well he's already chewed on it what's the point in taking it away from him now"-and-"we already have to go to the doctor Tuesday for a check-up". And even if I did do that.. which you know.. I didn't.. I didn't let him do it so it meant he wouldn't cry because I forgot his pappy.

*I didn't secretly also enjoying going to school because it means 1-2.5 hours of adult conversations.

*I didn't throw away a toy this week because I was tired of picking up said toy a thousands times or asking for said toy to be picked up OR pulling said toy from baby O'viller's mouth.

There.. I feel better.

So what did you not do this week?

Grow Some Wings -or- How to get to Heaven

The kids and I were outside swinging. I was pushing Jon Kent and Zoey and they were just chatting randomly with me. Jon Kent says, "Don't push me so high that I go to heaven." Zoey chimes in, "Momma can you swing me to heaven?" "No, I say, you can't get to heaven by swinging, you have to ask Jesus to come live in your heart." "Oh. So God has to live in my, my, my, my, my heart and I can go to heaven?" "Yep, that's right sweetie", I say. So then she breaks out into a random song of God living in her heart and getting to go to heaven. She sang it for quite sometime. A few minutes went by and Kent's grandparents came to the house. We were all still outside swinging and Zoey told Granny that if she wanted to go to heaven that God (she hasn't quite got the concept of God and then God's Son Jesus.. They all are just God to her.. which technically is right.. but I don't think there is enough room to even try to explain the Trinity.. if I even could.. I digress...) had to live in her heart. Granny agreed and then Zoey said.. "And when God lives in your heart you can grow wings and go to heaven... but, but, but, but, but your pony also has to grow wings too so you can ride him to heaven."

I'm glad she cleared that up for us.
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I think Nathan is no more than a month away from walking. *sigh* Yes, I do believe we are nearing that point. Today he would stand himself up and then let go (purposefully) to standing alone. He even at one point let go and tried his hardest to move his little, chubby legs. But plopped right down on his baby booty. And was he mad.. Oh my dear was he mad. You can tell he wants to do it so badly. He watches the kids and sees them walking on two legs and he just wants to do it. But so far.. nothing. In due time my son.. in due time.

But he is climbing. The other day I saw him standing on the kids' stool they use to stand on to reach the sink. He crawled his way up the stool and was just standing there holding onto the cabinet. I was like.. "what!?!!" And tonight we were at Kent's grandparents' house and they have a huge set of stairs.. and the little booger crawled all the way up them (with me right behind him). When he reached the top he crawled around, sat down and just smiled. He thought he was the stuff. And he was.

Nathan is definitely teething. When he is nursing he bites. And he only does this when he is teething. So yeah.. I have been bit numerous times over the last day or two. He gets his firm warnings and his nose "popped" (more like a tap) and then he gets unlatched. So he only does it a few times. Here's hoping the tooth comes in soon. Being bit isn't fun to begin with.. but being bit on the nipple.. hmm.. even less fun.

Well, I'm off to study.. got 3 more pages of notes to reread.. and try to retain. So far I'm finding some interesting things. I'm going back over the notes and then reading along in the book (which my instructor doesn't do.. we just do notes...) and I'm finding that I'm learning more that way. I hope to be able to keep doing it.. hopefully we won't get so far ahead in our notes that it becomes too hard for me to be able to go back over the notes with the book. We'll see!

Bio-201..

..will be the death of me. =X OK, so it wasn't that bad, but I can see many late nights in my future studying all the notes and just trying to get a grasp on it all. Tonight was the first time for this class and the instructor said it was an "easy night" for us. We only did 6 pages of notes. So yeah... But one good thing about it all is that there are a lot of "older" people in the class.. and they kept stopping the instructor so they could keep up.. so it helped me.. lol. There was one point that I felt really old (yeah.. I know 25 isn't old.. but it's older than 18) and it was when I saw two girls that were little girls when I was in high school and there I sat sharing a college classroom with them.

Break out the walker folks.. I felt old!

Anywho..

Hopefully I will do well.. it will take a lot of work and a lot of studying.. but I think once I get back into the swing of things I should be OK. Should.

First Day

OK, so after Jon Kent's vomiting, I wasn't thrilled to be leaving.. well I was thrilled to be leaving the possibility of cleaning up more throw-up but not thrilled with leaving my sick little boy. But he was actually a lot better by the time I left. Anyway, my class was actually pretty neat. I can see it turning into a pretty interesting class. Lots of adult conversations and discussions. I think it will be a refreshing time for me.

My next class is tomorrow at 4:05-6:20pm. Bio-201. I'm more worried about this class. Just because it's more doing and less talking. You know. At least in my psy class we will be discussing and talking things out. But in Bio.. not so much. But we'll see. It may turn out better than I expected.

But that's how I do things.. prepare for the worst. That way when it turns out better than I thought it makes things a lot easier.

So my first day back is behind me now.. whew!

Happy 9 Months, Nathan!

*sighs*

My baby is 9 months old today. It seems like yesterday he was 9 days old. But we are nearing the point where he has been outside the womb longer than he was inside the womb. How depressing... nonetheless...

He is 9 months old. And here is what he is doing these days:

• He still sleeps like a newborn. But yall already knew that from all my complaining.
• He is eating solids/table foods better. But he is still very much a breast baby. He rather have his milk straight from the tap.
• He still has two teeth, but oddly enough he is trying to cut one of his "fangs".
• He is letting go at times and standing on his own.
• He can push objects around and use them as his walking aid.
• He loves to follow his brother and sister around and get into all their toys.
• He claps and patty cakes.
• I swear he is either saying "Yay!" or "Hey!".
• He will have "grunt" conversations with you. He'll grunt at you. You grunt twice at him. He'll grunt twice back at you and so forth.
• After naps he loves to cuddle with me for about 5 minutes. And if we are in a hurry and he can't cuddle for those 5 minutes he is a grouch for the next hour. No joke.

It's hard to believe in 3 short months we will be celebrating my baby's.. my last's.. 1st birthday. Say it ain't so!

Pukefest '09

Let the good times roll.. or projectile.. whichever.

Jon Kent has decided to grace us with his bodily fluids today. Chunky bodily fluids. Gag. He did it in his bed and then in our bed. Lots of extra laundry to do around here today!

He said his tummy didn't hurt but his head did. After the 2nd round of puking he said his head felt better. So I haven't a clue. He also said he was hungry so I fixed him banana and toast for lunch. He just got off the couch and announced that he felt alll better. I sure hope so. We are out of clean sheets.

And of course all of this would have to happen today.. on my first day of school. Leaving a sick child at home while I go to school will be just lovely.

Well, I'm off to fold my millionth load of laundry.

Photo 4x4

I was tagged by Janis. You're supposed to go to your 4th folder and find the 4th picture. Here is what I came up with.

This was taken sometime in May of 2007. Look how little Jon Kent was. He would have been.. 2.5ish in this photo. Awww.. and Zoey's little fat baby legs.. so sweet. I miss those days.. But this summer I'll have THREE little and not so little ones sliding down that same slide into a little wading pool...

I know several of you have done this.. so if you haven't.. then do it and let me know!