Today's Words Of Glass

So, this weekend, Lil Man decided to climb out of his crib. NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! I needed those rails. I needed that confinement. I needed just one...place...that I knew he was safe and away from harm. But alas, the time came that I heard a bump and found him in the kitchen. Sigh... so we changed out electrical plugs and fastened furniture to the wall. I was still going to 'wait and see' if it happened again. But when I saw his leg over the rail, and talked to other mothers, I knew that it had to be done. I couldn't risk him falling and getting injured. The first night wasn't too terribly bad. There was only about 30 minutes of crying. But Monday, for the first nap without his crib (or pacifier). Yeah, I forgot to mention we took that away also. He only used it in the crib and in the car. And since he slept without it at nap on Sunday (in his crib), we decided to just do it and be done. Anywho, the first nap time rolled around. Let me say, there wasn't enough chocol

Sometimes this just sums up my day...

I'm jealous of those girls who have friends. You know the ones that if they won a day at the spa would have no problem choosing someone to go with them, someone to go shopping with or just do 'girly' things that my husband could care less about. I don't have that. I've been trying for months to get a play date for my son at his speech teacher's suggestion. The sad thing is that I haven't been able to make that happen. I don't have a group of girlfriends. When I moved from MS, I left my best friend behind. We talk often, but it's different. So it's going on six years without a best friend here. I wish I could say that my husband and I spend lots of time together to fill the gaps, but that isn't the reality. He works hard to make a living for our family. We still don't have a babysitter and our son is almost 2 with no family nearby. It was over a year ago that we had one night out to go to dinner. So quality time together is lacking.

So Lil Man, at almost 2 years old,  is really showing his independence. Just where does he get this stubborn streak?!? Oh yeah... probably from me. My mid-morning started off with me chasing him to change his dirty diaper. I could smell him from across the room. He, however, has learned that if he squats and bounces he can push the poop around and apparently it feels 'funny'. This has become a 'fun' thing to do after pooping. It isn't so much fun for Mommy to clean up squished poop. So I chased him. Caught him. Changed him. Released him. But then it was getting closer to the dreaded lunch time. I wasn't sure what to feed him today. See, he's been showing some... shall we say... resistance to whatever I give him (even if it is something that I KNOW he likes). Well, he wanted some yogurt. I decided why not and let him have it. He ate 3, yes 3, gogurts and then a small cup of yogurt at 10:30am. I knew this would pretty much mess up lunch, but I didn't wan

So we've had this sore throat things that kindof comes and goes. Lil Man got sick last Wednesday. I got it on Thursday. But by Sunday, I still had a sore throat, but it was a little better. I was able to push through an 18 mile run in the freezing cold. But by Monday morning, I noticed that Lil Man was grumpy. And he seemed to get grumpier as the day went on. By Monday evening, I told my Hubby that I was getting sick. I could feel it coming on. By last night, I had chills. Thankfully I was able to get a full night of sleep, and feel somewhat better this morning. Today has been bouts of playing with Lil Man, and then dealing with extreme crankiness on his part. So I'm assuming that he too still does not feel well. We had to cancel our speech appointment today, and we bowed out of playgroup for tomorrow. I don't want to spread germs. We've been fever free for awhile, but I didn't want to take any chances. We do have an activity planned for Friday that I really ho

Busy doesn't begin to describe it. A week or so ago, I lost my 'main' freelance job. It came out of no where. I just got up one day to work, opened my email, and boom that was it. She lost a client and she had to let me go. I was disappointed, but I totally understood. Sooooo.. I applied for several jobs hoping I could find one to fill that spot. Can you believe that I got 3 jobs in one week? Great right! But I wasn't expecting that to happen. And I really wasn't expecting to get an email from the lady (that I really like working for that had to let me go) saying that she needed 5 hours this week if I could do it. So in addition to the 3 new jobs, I still had 5 hours to work for her. So I went from being busy to insanely busy. Two of my jobs are writing jobs. I am so very slow (apparently) and it's taking more time than I anticipated. Factor in the fact that Lil Man is sick, it's really stressful right now. Hubby has been sick. Lil Man got a fever yester

I really do have this character flaw of needing other people to like me or accept me. It really is a nuisance. Do you have any idea what it's like to go through life daily and constantly wonder what people are thinking about you? Not so much the way that I look, although I have always been self conscience about my looks. Scars on my face, crooked teeth, and now gray hair doesn't always help me lean toward self confidence in the looks department. But in most areas of my life, I struggle with this character flaw. When it comes to my running, although I am training for my first marathon (second time training), I still, at times, have a hard time considering myself a 'real' runner. Seriously? I just ran/walked 14 miles on the treadmill last week. I've run two 20 milers this past year. I'm getting up before dawn to get in training runs. Runs that I might add aren't lazy do nothing runs, but real kick your rear into gear runs. But when I'm around more acco

Last week was an emotional week for me. Lil Man is making some progress with his speech, but I worry. It's my nature to worry. I'm a first time Mom. And I listen to too many people. So naturally, when the child care worker at the gym inquired about my son's lack of speech. I began to worry even more. Thankfully, he had his session with his speech 'teacher' that day. She walked in. I looked her in the eye, and said give it to me straight. And I think she did. At this point, we feel that it's just a speech delay and that he will get there. He's not yet two. He is making progress every week in some way. So basically, I just need to continue working with him, but I need to relax. If you know me, you know the hardest part of that statement is 'relax'. I can do many things. Relaxing isn't one of my strong character traits. But yesterday, as I was in the bedroom, I heard him running down the hall yelling what sounded like 'Come!'. Today he