The one time when my common sense didn’t exist.

Happy Hump Day!  I was going to do our vacation recap today but Radical #1’s episode this morning sparked a memory that I wanted to share.  

I’ve posted many of times about Kona, my home-home sweet home, and how the drive there is about 2.5 hours.  The biggest reason I dread the drive is because Radical #1 gets car sick.  Not fun for the both of us.  We would either make the drive early in the morning when he’s still half asleep or during nap time around noon.  

But there were still times when I had to pull out the plastic baggie because the car sickness kicked in.  2.5 hours of crying, screaming, and puking.  And there were times when I had to drive by myself which would take us even longer with all the pit stops.  

Torture.  

Last year his pediatrician prescribed him vomiting pills and Benadryl.  Apparently Benadryl will prevent him from getting nauseated.  Huh, who knew?  Obviously not me.  It totally helped with the drive to Kona!

Anyway, one time he caught the stomach bug and everything that came with it.  Vomiting, diarrhea, no appetite, couldn’t hold anything down, crankiness, etc.  You name it, he had it.  It went on for four days and we both had enough so I took him to see his pediatrician.  

The ped confirmed that it was indeed a stomach bug but we needed to let it take its course.  You know those times when you know the ped can’t do anything about it but you still want to punch him in the face because he can’t do anything about it?  Haha!  

This was the remainder of our conversation…side note: its okay if you feel the need to reach into your computer and slap me after reading said conversation…

Ped: “Since Tyson’s been vomiting, have you been giving him those pills I prescribed?”

Me: “The vomiting pills?”

Ped: “Yeah, those.”

Me: “Um, no because I thought they were for his vomiting when he gets car sick?”

Ped: silent with a confused look for a few seconds then literally laughs out loud…”Jenn, vomiting is vomiting whether you’re in the car or at home; give him the pills if he’s vomiting!”

I felt like a complete idiot and a total mommy failure.  I made Radical #1 suffer for all those days because I thought car vomiting was different from home vomiting.  Did I really think that?  I told the Mister about the “vomiting is vomiting” conversation and he just shook his head and was all “duh!”  Well duh nothing because it’s not like he thought of giving Radical #1 those pills! 

Anyway, hope you had a good laugh for your Wednesday!  I’ll be back tomorrow.

Until then,

Jenn.

Happy Birthday, my sweet boy!

Happy Saturday, friends!  I know I’ve been absent around here but I’ve been getting ready for Merrie Monarch week.  And I just wanted to pop in to wish my Radical #1 a Happy Birthday…

Tyson-Alexander, referred to as the “Merrie Monarch baby”.  4 years ago I was a very large and pregnant, very hormonal control freak.  All during Merrie Monarch week.  Oh boy was it fun times…NOT!  Everything made me cry, get mad, or have a meltdown while my house was full of visitors.  They must have thought I was nuts.

Anyhoo, today we are celebrating Radical #1’s 4^th birthday.  His 4^th birthday!  My oh my, where has the time gone?  It really does feel like he’s still my little chubby baby but the reality is that he’s not a baby anymore; he’s 4 (a sigh and a tear).

This isn’t going to be a wordy post because the more I look at the number 4, the more I’m going to become a big crybaby. 

So a BIG Happy Birthday, my baby sweet boy!  We love you so so much and we hope you have an awesome day!

We’re off to ready his birthday celebration.  Hope y’all have a grand weekend!

And Happy Easter!

Jenn.

Something New

Good morning (or afternoon or maybe evening), friends! 

I’m starting a new series of “Say What?!”  because Radical #1 says the darndest things and I thought it would be fun to document and share with y’all.

R#1: grabs my coffee cup and proceeds to drink it…“I drink coffee, mom!”

Me: “Oh you do?  Well, only adults should drink coffee.  Mommy is an adult and you’re a kid.”

R#1: eyes WIDE open and kind of confused…”Huh, you are a GOAT?!?”

Great, now he thinks I’m a goat…

In other news, my camera grew legs and walked away.  I have no idea where it went.  I was working on a project this past weekend and I took some ‘before’ pictures but I don’t know what I did with it after that.  Anyhoo, as soon as I can find it I’ll be posting about my project and how I’m on a painting spree.  I just can’t help myself; this is SO MUCH FUN!!

We’re taking advantage of the oh-so-nice weather today so off to the park we go!

Peace out!

Jenn.

What do you mean…

Today is Thursday?  AH!  What do you mean we’re already in March?  Holy moly spicy guacamole!  I could have sworn the week just started.  I will admit that once I became a SAHM, I lost track of what day it was.  Anyway, I’ve been a stress case as of late.  I despise this time of year.  People come out of the wood-works thinking I’m some kind of miracle worker.  And I’m starting to think that my boss (who happens to be my mother) gets her kicks watching me squirm and stress and yell “what the h*** is wrong with you people!” at my computer.  I’m going to lose it soon…but that is all on this subject.  I don’t want to bore you with my rants.

I do have another subject I’d like to address: bad habits.  I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for a while now hoping to capture this bad habit in picture form.  Why? 1) So y’all would believe me and 2) I could use it as black mail for when Radical #1 gets older and has a girlfriend and yada yada yada.  That would be mean of me huh? 

Anyhoo, get on with the story, Jenn…

This is Radical #1 and he has a bad awful habit.  A habit that makes me cringe.  I have no idea where or how he picked up this habit. 

He bites his toe nails. 

This needs to stop.  I catch him going to town all the time; when he’s watching TV, when he’s in time out, in the car, even when he’s playing he’ll stop and start with the toe nail biting.  It’s gross and un-sanitary and just plain weird. 

His doctor seems to think it’s funny and says I’m over-reacting.  He says it’ll stop and that it’s just something that he’s going through.  Um, okay?! 

Anyway, putting soap on his toes came up.  Eww!  When I was younger and thought having a potty mouth made me cool, I had to eat soap.  And it was disgusting so I don’t think I would want to put the radical through that.  Eating soap was a punishment and I don’t want him to think he’s being punished for biting his toe nails. 

Rubbing chili peppers on his toes came up.  O-M-G!  I would never.  Wouldn’t that be considered torture?  And what if he panics and then touches it and then rubs his eyes?  His mouth and his eyes would be burning!  Operation ‘stop the toes in your mouth’ just backfired on me.  Poor guy. 

Do any moms out there have the same issue?  Or is it just my kid who has this strange, gross habit?  Anyone? No?  Okay, just thought I’d share.  Now excuse me while I go and continue to yell at my computer.

Happy Monday Thursday!

Jenn.

A Conversation with Radical #1

Radical #1: “Mom, my dump truck is broken.”

Me: “Oh man!  Maybe if you take care of your toys, they won’t break.”

Radical #1: “Oh yeah.  But can I get a new one because this one is broken?”

Me: “Um, no.  You need to take care and play nicely with your toys so they don’t break.”

Radical #1: “But please, mom!”

Me: “Just because your toy breaks doesn’t mean you can always get a new one.”

Radical #1: “Yes mom, you can get me a new one from the store!”

Me: “A store?  What store?”

Radical #1: “Wal-Mart!”

Me: laughing…”You need money to get stuff from Wal-Mart!”

Radical #1: “Okay, you give me some money to get a new dump truck at Wal-Mart?”

Me: “What?  No, it doesn’t quite work that way.”

Radical #1: “Oh okay.  How’s about I ask the lady at the Wal-Mart for money because my dump truck is broken and then with the money I can get a red dump truck!”

Me: still laughing…”Okay, good luck with that, buddy!”

What the what?  I think he’s been hanging out with my mother and Tutu Lady too much.

Have a happy Friday!

Jenn.