Conversations with toddlers

One of the most exhausting things in the world……having a conversation with a toddler. My child is obsessed with the trash man, trash truck and trash bin. The trash bins outside not the small trash cans in your house.😂

I have no idea why. That’s just his thing right now and he talks about them non stop. Every conversation, no matter what it’s about, you can expect him to bring up something about a trash can or the trash man. If he hears a truck outside, he yells out “trash truck!” It could be just a regular, non commercial truck and he still yells it.

If you take him on a walk he will point out every single trash bin in the neighborhood. EVERY SINGLE ONE! What could be a 10 minute walk turns into 30-40 minutes because he has to stop so many times to point each one out. And heaven forbid the lid be left open on one or the front side not be facing out. He will let out a gasp as if something terrible just happened, point to the trash can and tell you the lid is open or it’s not facing forward.

I’ll be honest, it was funny and adorable at first. But now it’s a little tiring. I keep hoping every day something new will peak his interest and he will start talking about that every day. I need a break from hearing about the trash men, truck and bins! 😳

Home building struggles

Our builder is having to put a camera near our house to keep an eye on our build and the others on the street.

During one visit we noticed a lot of bricks thrown all over the place and lots of broken beer bottles all over the site. My husband mentioned this to the builder and he said there were a couple thousand dollars of building material that had been damaged and stolen as well.

We came back a week later to find someone had gone muddling through our front yard and back yard. They tore up the lot next to us spinning out, then drove through the front of another house being built a few down from us. There wasn’t any major damage done thank goodness. They just tossed up a lot of dirt and mud. However they did get super close to the house. Had the mud shifted under them at a different angle and they could have hit our house.

It’s super frustrating but not surprising that people have messed with the job site. I’ve heard horror stories about things happening to people’s builds due to others damaging the property. At least the damage done to ours is just tossed bricks and glass. Better than someone going through and doing structural damage! I feel bad the builder had materials stollen. I just hope karma does her job and gets those thieves back.

Hopefully with cameras up, it will deter anyone from doing anything else they shouldn’t!

Living with mom after 30 😳

Living with mom after 30….. Ok it’s not exactly as sad and pitiful as it sounds. 😂 We are building a house. In order to get our old house ready and on the market, we moved out of it.

We are redoing the kitchen floors and refinishing the downstairs hardwoods since the dogs nails destroyed them. We would have to be out for a week while all this got done, so we just moved into my moms house. Rather than move back and have to gather up both kids and two large dogs every time someone wanted to come view the house, we figured staying at my moms during the selling process was just easier. The idea of having to scramble to clean up a million toys and the mass amounts of dog hair before someone comes to see the house (possible multiple times a day) just gives me anxiety. Not to mention, with all this Coronavirus stuff still flying around, I don’t want to have to disinfect everything each time after someone views it.

So yup, I’m living with my mom after 30! But not in a sad and pitiful way! 😂 Do say a prayer that we don’t drive her crazy before the house is built. The boys and I are a lot to handle. Their toys alone have pretty much swallowed up every bit of free space the house had.🤷🏼‍♀️

Lack of alone time

The worst part about quarantine….zero alone time. And by alone time I mean me, by myself, with no one to talk to and nothing to think about. 🙄

I’m an independent person with more introvert characteristics than you’d think. I like to do things on my own and figure things out for myself. I also enjoy being alone sometimes. Don’t get me wrong, I love my kids and my husband. But I’m one of those people who needs an hour or two to themselves just to relax and think about nothing important. It’s like hitting the reset button for me.

I lost most of my alone time when I became a stay at home mom. But what little I was holding on to is completely gone now thanks to this quarantine. I can’t even take a shower in peace without my husband opening the door to have a conversation or ask me questions. Or my toddler coming in to hand me a toy or ask for something. I know my child means no harm by it, and it’s sweet he wants to share a toy. But when you just want a moment of silence, a child standing there with the shower door open staring at you, isn’t the most relaxing.

Im trying to stay positive and remember that this quarantine wont last forever. We will go back to normal life eventually, and I’ll be able to go back to the gym and have an hour to myself. And if God wills it, maybe I’ll get an entire day to myself one day too to recover from all this 😂🤷🏼‍♀️

These days

Isn’t it funny the little things we take for granted…… I miss going to the gym whenever I wanted. I miss trips to the grocery store with my boys (they actually love it there). I miss taking my boys to play places and watching them play and laugh. I miss walking down to the park and letting my little one play on the slides. 😭

It’s a strange and sort of scary world we live in at the moment. We are doing our best to stay happy and positive, but it gets hard at times. I’ve actually had to stop watching and reading the news. It was making my anxiety so bad, which isn’t healthy for me or the kids. ❌

Right now my focus is just making sure we eat healthy, get some exercise, get fresh air, keep our distance from others, and just keep hope that the light at the end of this dark tunnel is near! ⭐️

Judging weekends

It was a long weekend judging High School cheer nationals. But I have no complaints. I enjoy doing it and I loved seeing the great teams that were there competing. 📖

Monday’s are hard after a weekend of judging. The food they serve us while judging isn’t my normal so my stomach gets all thrown off. Waking up Monday I always feel bloated, achy and slow. Sitting for 12+ hours a day judging definitely takes a toll on your body. We aren’t built to sit that long. The body needs to move and get blood flowing. I do my best to stand or move around for a minute between teams but sometimes it’s just not enough and I still end up sore and achy the next day. 😫

On Saturday I managed to add more pain to that already lingering soreness…… I was tired but knew I needed to stand to help with circulation. So during a break I stood up and just put one knee on a chair so I could sort of stand and lean. Well, I wasn’t paying attention to the type of chair. It was a folding chair. So when I put my knee on the chair and added some weight, the chair gave, seat flipped and I went down! My left leg went through the back side of the chair, front leg stayed at the front of chair and my upper body folded down the left side of the chair to the floor. I was literally laid out on the chair, dangling and stuck. I couldn’t do anything but just laugh at myself. Thankfully a few of the other judges helped me up before they started laughing. I have a lovely bruise on my left leg, and sore inner thigh and stomach from the impact. 😂🤦🏼‍♀️

It was a good weekend. I enjoy judging. It’s my way to have a hand still in the cheer world without being fully involved again. However, as much as I enjoy judging on the weekends, I’m happy to be home to my boys and back on a normal schedule. 🗓

Toddler Finds

Last night while I was trying to rock the baby to sleep, my 2 year old walked in with a loaf of bread and handed it to me. You would have thought he had found buried treasure by the proud look on his face. I don’t know what he thought it was, but he sure thought it was something important that I needed that minute! 😂 I’ll never understand the toddler mind 🤦🏼‍♀️

Life with two young kids

Life with two young kids….. 👶🏻 👶🏻

Yesterday the day started with one kid peeing ON my pillow. I’m still debating on whether to put it in the wash and bleach it or call it a loss and just throw it away. 🛌

It was then followed by Ryder taking off his shorts and diaper and running naked through the house. He was kind enough to take me by the hand and show me where he peed on the floor during his streaking episode. 🚽

Ryder’s new thing is sticking his hands down his pants…..we knew the day would come as it does with every little boy. However, we have started with the back side of our pants. It took all my energy not to fall over laughing when ryder stuck his hands down into his diaper, only to remember he had just pooped. He pulled his hands out and they were covered with poop. It was HILARIOUS to see the look on his face. Then I realized I had to clean him up. It stopped being funny…… 🧼

That afternoon Ryder decided he wanted to have a party while I was changing Camden’s diaper. He went into the pantry and took out the paper plates and flung them all over the kitchen. He then took out the remaining plastic wine glasses from a previous party and lined them up on the floor. He filled those glasses with animal crackers from his snack bowl. The dog decided to join the party and ate some of the animal crackers. He also took out any boxed food item and stacked them as high as he could. 🐶

During another of Camden’s diaper changes, Ryder thought it would be funny to go in the closet, shut the door and sit quietly giving mommy a heart attack as she ran around the house panicked trying to find him. 🚪

Dinner consisted of 75% of the meal ending up in Ryder’s lap or on the floor. (We are still trying to master our silverware skills.) So of course right before bed he was starving and asking for more food. Guess what I gave him……the remaining animal crackers in the plastic cups! 😂

Would I say this was a bad day? No. It was definitely a battle of a day but not our worst! We are all in one piece still. So I’d say it was just one of our more “busy” days. 🤷🏼‍♀️

Photos when you’re gone

I saw the best quote the other day. It reminded me a bit of my mom.

“One day, all your children will have is pictures of you. Make sure you’re in them. No matter what your hair looks like, your makeup, or your body. They won’t care about any of that. They will just want to see you.”

Looking back through photo albums I don’t have many pictures of me with my mom or even of just my mom. She is one of those people who is incredible critical of herself. So she wouldn’t be in pictures or let anyone take one of her if she didn’t feel she looks her best.

I’ve had days like that where I didn’t want my picture taken because I felt I looked like crap. But lately I’ve made a conscious effort to take pictures of me with my boys. I have days where I go a week without washing my hair, I have no makeup on and my shirt is stained with god know what one of them got on me. But I still join in on the picture. I don’t want them going back through photos and not having many or any of me. I want them to be able to look back at picture and remember me and the days we had together when I’m gone. 💙

I sneakily take a lot of pictures of my mom with my boys. 95% of them she would hate if she saw them. Only because of how critical she is of herself. But I don’t show them to her. I probably send her a few every so often. And of course only the ones I know she will approve of herself in. 😉 I take them so my boys will have them one day. So they will be able to go back and see pictures of Gramma and the things they did together.

We don’t know how long we will be on this Earth. Pictures are one of the few things we can leave behind to help our loved ones remember those special times. 💙

The Accident

Saturday afternoon was probably one of the scariest moments of my life. While driving southbound on 75, a truck slammed into the side of us. It knocked us so hard we actually drove up into it. Our truck then dropped to the ground and the front of his car drug across the side of our truck. The force of him smashing into us caused us to spin. We spun around twice, smashing into two other cars before coming to a stop.

They say in scary moments your life flashes before you. Not me. I was aware of everything happening around me. I remember feeling the truck lift up a little on one side while we were spinning and thinking ok this is it, we’re going to roll. I remember telling myself to brace and hoping Ryder was ok.

Once I finally collected myself and looked around, I saw six vehicles all banged up. Our truck had settled facing oncoming traffic. Not the safest feeling when on a highway. But my husband, Ryder and myself weren’t hurt and it didn’t appear as if any of the other drivers were badly hurt. Lucky for us, Ryder wasn’t really phased. He was strapped into his car seat tight so he barely moved.

While sharing insurance and talking to police, we were finally given the story of how it all started. One car in the far right lane tried to get over quickly to the middle lane and thought they could cut off a truck in time to get over. However she was closer to the truck than thought and bashed into him. This flung him over to our lane casing him to hit us. While spinning, the front end of our truck hit a car and the back end of our truck smashed into the backside of another before coming to a stop. The car who’s backside we hit was destroyed. Her trunk area no longer existed. It was smashed into her backseat. While all this was happening, people slammed on their brakes to keep from hitting us and the other vehicles, therefore causing multiple fender benders. In total there were 11+ vehicles that ended up getting banged up.

Multiple people came up to my husband and said “I thought y’all were going to roll.” The woman who’s back end we hit even said “I saw y’all coming and thought, this is it, they’re going to roll right over my car.” So I wasn’t imagining the lifting feeling and that thought of rolling. We almost did.

I’m so thankful we were in my husbands F250. That thing is a tank. It’s banged up pretty well but not as bad as the truck that hit us and the cars we hit. I couldn’t imagine how different the accident would have been in a small car or even a small SUV. I’ve always been a Ford lover but after this accident my love for them is solidified. I will forever demand (yes I said demand) that my husband drive an F250. That tank kept us safe. With him driving that kind of truck I know he and our children will be safe. I’d sell my car and drive one too if it wasn’t too big for me.

What’s crazy is two of the other drivers had children under 5 in their vehicles, in addition to us having Ryder and me being pregnant. Because of that woman’s selfishness and need to get over and cut someone off, she put multiple children and however many adults lives in danger.

Why are we always in such a hurry to get places? Or to get around, or in front of people? When we rush, we make hasty decisions that aren’t always the best or safest. People think better when they are calm. I wish people would stop trying to rush through life. It’s ok to be 5 minutes late. Especially when it’s your life, and others lives at hand.