Sunday, January 30, 2011

The Girliest Weekend Ever



When I say The Girliest Weekend Ever I wish it was more like mani-pedis and romantic comedies. However, the reality of my weekend was more a mix of super charged emotions and a fantasy sequence where I lived in a world where my bathtub didn't have a bucket of poopy cloth diapers in it, but bubbles that smelled like strawberry ice cream.

First of all, I must appologize for any spelling errors that you may find in this blog entry. I am terrible at spelling and my wonderful Macbook spell checks for me as I go. Tonight, I am using my husbands work PC while he is playing a video game on my perfect little Mac. It's not worth the fight.

My weekend started with a desperate trip to the mall. Desperate in the fact that I had to get out of my house. My daughters had been sick all week and woke up Saturday morning feeling better. So I siezed my opportunity and yanked everyone out of the house. So with my husband, a walking daughter, and two daughters strapped into a double stroller that I roughly equate to a mini-bus, we walked into a crowded mall. We split up almost immediately, RJ and Gwin to the game store, and the mini-bus and I to Bath and Body Works. Upon entering, I had a wonderful employee come up to me and say " Would you like a hand massage with one of our new fragrances? As a young mother I am sure you need one." I responded with a big "Yes, thank you." But my thank you was more a " Thank you for calling me a young mother!" Not long after I realized it wasn't as big of a complement as I thought it was. I am a young mother.

We got home, I baked some bread, we took the girls outside to play, I put on makeup, and I went to one of my best friend's baby shower. In true Tiffany style, I arrived 5 minutes before the guest of honor was to arrive and flipped out over how late I was. I then ran up three flights of stairs to find out that I was in the wrong entryway, I ran down 3 flights of stairs, over to the next entry way and then back up 3 flights of stairs carrying a gift and a corningware bowl full of bread. I then felt bad about how out of shape I was cause I was huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf trying to blow the brick house down.
Lucky for me, we had a wonderful time. Kara was showered with lots of super cute cloth diapers and we played a ton of fun games. I was blown away during the game where we named all the baby animals we could think of. I never even contemplated the fact that there are eel babies, let alone that there is a special name for them. The things you learn at baby showers, who knew.

Today, Sunday, I woke up to clean up my bread mess, proof read an essay, talk on the phone with another one of my best friends, take my kids out to play with some other kids, went to Sams club to buy turkey, and then it started. I took the girls out to play again. Emma had a poopy diaper, Izzy knocked my soda over, Gwiny sat on the bench. I told them if they wern't going to play we were going home. They both sat down. Izzy told me her leg hurt then ran all the way home. Once home Gwiny told me she was going to make me dinner tonight because I always make her dinner. It was the sweetest thing. But then she asked me to open the hot dogs, she put them on a plate, then asked me to put the hot dogs in the microwave, then remove them. It was the thought that counts. After dinner Gwiny cried for an hour and a half because she doesn't want to go to school tomorrow. Izzy cried cause she couldn't get her panties on (she stuck both legs in one hole). And Emma cried because I wouldn't hold her when I was getting her sisters out of the bath tub. Currently Gwin is crying because I told her I won't pull her tooth out yet. Oh, to be the mother of three daughters.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Death by sleeplessness

11:53 p.m. I just yelled at my middle daughter to shut her lips. I should feel bad about it seeing as this is the meanest thing I have ever said to any of my children. I feel like a red ball of firey anger has taken over and soon I will be able to shoot lasers out of my eyes with just an evil mom-like stare. If only these lasers could be sleep rays I could happily rule my stubborn middle daughter with an iron fist. lets take a little flash back to Friday night.

1:00 a.m. After watching a semi-uninterrupted movie with my husband we finally get to bed. We get very little alone time and wanted to watch a movie with 'bad' words in it, thus the super late night.
2:00 a.m. Izzy yells for me.
2:20 a.m back to sleep.
3:00 a.m neighbors wake me up yelling at each other.
3:20 a.m. Back to sleep
3:49 a.m. Izzy yells for me.
5:00 a.m. Back to sleep. But now I am on the couch.
7:15 a.m sneak off to my bed.
7:30 a.m All 3 kids wake up for the day so I'm up.

Saturday night..

10:30 p.m. Go to bed.
11:30 p.m Izzy yells for me.
11:40 p.m back to bed.
Do this 3 more times.
3:00 a.m. Emma wakes up.
4:00 a.m Put Emma back to bed, Izzy awakes.
4:10 back to bed.
7:15 a.m. Wake to Gwin whispering to Izzy " Let mama sleep."
7:16 a.m. Smile and think about how much I love my kids.
7:30 a.m. Emma wakes and so do I.

Tonight...

9:10 p.m. Gwin falls asleep
10:50 p.m. Emma falls asleep.
Izzy won't sleep.
11:10 p.m. Izzy falls asleep in my bed.
11:15 p.m. Husband carries her out.
11:17 p.m. Izzy is crying so loud about not being able to go to sleep that she wakes up Emma.
11:20 p.m. Emma falls asleep. Then starts to cry so loud that she wakes up Gwin.
11:21 p.m. I yank Izzy out of my bed, into which she has climbed while the other two awoke. I said " If I don't get to sleep in my bed you sure don't."
11:22 p.m. Izzy says " I can't sleep.". I say " Shut your lips. I don't care if you sleep or not but you are going to be quiet."
12:27 a.m. I feel just a tinny bit bad for what I said. All children are now asleep. But I still wish I had sleep lasers that shot out of my eyes.



Friday, January 21, 2011

A new day a new cut

This week has been a particularly trying week. As much as I love my children, they are driving me bonkers. The baby keeps biting me, the middle one is talking back, and my oldest is refusing to go to sleep at night. Just as soon as they calm down it seems as though something gets me. In the last 4 days I have....
Given myself a paper cut in the face with an envelope.
Paid for some 8x10 photos at Walmart that were left at the checkout and spent 20 min. on hold before hanging up because no one came back to answer my question.
Cut my finger in the car looking for spare change to give Gwin for a school fundraiser. Cleaned my whole house sans my bathroom.
Had to console Izzy after she got her arm shut in our bathroom door.
Had to jam a weeks worth of homework into 3 days.
Had to break up a fight when Izzy spit in a little girl's face and then the girl pushed her. Consoled my husband when he found out that his degree, the one we moved across country in order for him to attain, is now an on-line program.
Been bitten probably 20 times by a teething baby.
Received my new detergent that was supposed to smell like oranges and vanilla. It smells like sunscreen. Stinky sunscreen.
Found out Emma has a high white blood cell count and has to have blood tests every month. In the last 7 days I have...
Spent quality time with my in-laws. Found an awesome store called Cotton on, and bought myself pajama jeans. Oh yeah. Played in some synthetic snow with the girls. Been given a super cool owl ring. (Thanks sis) Gotten Emma's 1 year pictures taken by the best photographer in Tallahassee. (Thanks Kara) Met some pretty cool new people. Walked into the living room to find my husband hooded by a twilight blanket and being beaten by all three of our girls. Had a singing and dancing party with the girls.

Monday, January 10, 2011

week 1

Try not to be too scared of the arm in the bucket.

Disaster 1 - As previously stated, I hate poop. Emma, 10months, decided to break in her cute little gdiapers with a serious of epic poopplosions ( a combo of poop and explosion). I had to learn to clean poopy cloth diapers fast.

Disaster 2- Gwin, 6, decided she hated school her first week back from Christmas and cried and screamed her way out the door every day. It was so hard to just leave her crying in the classroom. I had to toughen up, I pulled her arms away, told her I loved her and left.

Disaster 3- Look at this.
I had so much laundry that my basket collapsed! It is all clean, that counts for something right?

Disaster 5 - Izzy, 3, has decided that she wants to go to Disney world. She told her Papa (what she calls her dad) " I want to go to Disney world, cause it's the place where all my dreams can come true." It melted his heart, now he wants to take her. I think she has just seen too many commercials. Now I am charged with the task of finding reasonably priced tickets to Disney World for 1 day. Ha!

Disaster 6 - We found the most delicious cake on the planet. Thats not going to help our 'eat healthy' plan. Does it make it healthy if it comes from an organic grocery store? Yes daughters, it does.

The most wonderful thing happened to me this week though. My wonderful friend Kara and her husband watched all three of our kids, so that my husband and I could go on a date. She even watched Emma while she was poopploding out of her new diapers.

Oh and Izzy asked me for a unicorn boost into the car. I didn't know what that was so I picked her up and poked her and said it was the unicorn horn. She said she never wants a unicorn boost again.


Friday, January 7, 2011

Gdiapers

Well, I am fruuugallll. As far as you can stretch the word, I try to stretch my money. I mean I hate spending money. I get some sort of weird high from saving money. I assume I got it from my dad, but I remember my favorite part of going grocery shopping was a kid was watching how much money came off the total after the cashier took our coupons. That being said, I don't buy something on sale just because I can get it cheep, like those extreme coupon people I saw on TV.

So my best friend in town exclusively cloth diapers. My husband is an environmentalist and my mother in law exclusively cloth diapered. So with Gwin, my oldest, I was pushed hard to cloth diaper. I didn't. I have always been opposed to cloth diapering for myself. I don't like poop. I don't really like the diapering process at all. In fact, I started potty training my older girls at 20 months so I could get them out of diapers faster. So in 10 months, look out for a potty training post.

Well, I have caved. I have given in to something that people are no longer pushing me to do. In fact, it was my idea. ( Is that a sign of being stubborn?) I have been eyeing the gdiapers for months. I love that they are cute, have an option for cloth, and an option for disposable. I thought, these are for me. So with a sale on the diapers and a 30 percent back incentive I bought 6 little gpants, 120 biodegradable refills, and 12 cloth inserts. I spent $160 if you don't count the incentive. This roughly equates to 4 months of disposables. So I figure, try it for 4 months, if I love it, then I have saved a ton of money by keeping her in the gpants for the remainder of my diapering career. If not, when my time is up I will go back to disposables.

Day 1 - Consisted entirely of washing the cloth inserts. They recommend that you wash and dry them 6 times prior to the first wear for maximum absorbency. I made it to 4 and then gave up.

Day 2 (today)- With my only 4 times pre-washed diapers, I slapped them on the baby butt with ease. It was so simple to snap in the plastic liner then tuck in the insert. Then velcro to the baby. Well done Gdiapers and me for not failing at this simple task. Then I decided to do a test to see how long the diapers would hold. I made it 4 hours then she pooped. I undid the diaper wiggled the poo into the toilet and that was that. New diaper, same test. At 4.5 hours she leaked out the sides. I think I can do this!

Welcome to my world

Well, I am no expert on parenting girls, but I do have three daughters. Right now, I am only coming to terms with the disasters that await me. My girls are 6, 3, and 10 months. I feel as though we have some sort of major disaster every day. I am sure this is no different than those with boys, but usually our disasters are emotionally charged. So I figure I will set up a blog. I have never done this before, so it may get rocky at times, but I will find my way. Hopefully I will bring insight and wisdom to what it is like raising 3 girls. Most likely, my readers will say, "Wow, I am never going to do that." and I think that is great too. The biggest reason I am doing this is because I was posting another facebook status about something absurd my middle daughter, Izzy, did and I thought " Why am I boring these people about what my kids say. They are probably all thinking about what a pathetic person I am. Why am I subjecting them to this." and then I pushed the send button. So now, if you are reading this, it is not because it was pushed in your face by the status update on your facebook.