Posted 06-29-2012 at 11:45 AM by Krista
In a few short weeks, my husband and I will celebrate being together for ten years. It is amazing to think that this day has come. When we were younger we whispered plans of being together forever, vows sealed with shy kisses. Now, a decade later, and saddled down with a mortgage, a house forever in need of repair, two children and all the responsibilities that those things entail life seems less romantic than what we’d once envisioned.
I’m sure that’s a story quite common to most of you. Somehow our dreams never quite match our reality. Nonetheless, my husband J and I have been together for a decade. That is a remarkable accomplishment, it seems to me. I’ve put up with all his annoying habits—leaving dirty clothes on the counter, not closing drawers, turning every light on the house on. I’m sure he’d tell you that he’s learned to tolerate more than a few of mine.
My baby girl got hurt and it is all my fault. I do not think I have ever had a worse case of mommy guilt. Amelia grabbed my glue gun while I was working on a project, she immediately started screaming, two of her fingers blistered right away, I slathered her fingers in burn anointment, called the doctor and they told me to take her to the ER to make sure it was not to severe.
The doctor confirmed that she had second degree burns on her index and middle finger. Her ring finger had first degree burns. They cleaned her hand really well and sent us home. We have to keep her hand really clean and watch for signs of infection. She seems to be ok, she uses the hand still but avoids bending her finger and will cry sometimes when she does.
Overall she is still in a good mood and does not mind it when I wash her hand.
Posted 06-26-2012 at 11:58 AM by Krista
Recently my husband and I have separated. While I won’t go into all the details, I will say that I feel like I am a better person when I am not around him. It is something he has mentioned for years, that I act “nicer” around others. Maybe our significant others just know how to bring out the worst in us. Either way, our almost ten years together has been put on an indefinite hold.
I watch the girls during the day while he’s at work and his sister watches the girls for about a half hour until he gets home so that we won’t have to see each other. We talk on the phone once a day unless it’s an emergency.
It’s weird, going from constant contact to barely speaking. He has been the core part of my life for so long. I barely know who I am without him, and I think that is part of the problem.
Posted 06-26-2012 at 10:30 AM by Krista
I went to a church event for moms once, and the instructor commented that the toddler years can also be referred to as the spanking years. Now, while I know that many people do not believe or practice spanking, in my house we do. I was raised with that type of discipline, and my husband was not. As such, we were able to discuss our chosen methods from both viewpoints before reaching a decision.
I know that this is a hot topic, and I am not going to try to make converts or press buttons with this post. All I intend to say is that regardless of what technique you chose to use when it comes to disciplining your child—and I think that children vary in what works for them—that there are periods where it feels that you do nothing but discipline. As parents of two toddlers, my husband and I comment on this quite frequently to one another.
I think that it is mostly due to the age. They are seeking to know what their boundaries are, and they are always pushing the envelope trying to find out where the line is drawn. And as a parent, when you draw that line they will step over it just to see your reaction. It can be quite maddening! I think that what the instructor was trying to say is that it will pass. It’s just a phase.
Posted 06-25-2012 at 01:12 PM by Krista
Every time I have gotten pregnant in the past I have felt it. It’s hard to explain, but when my husband and I had the intercourse that would make us parents (or again) I always could feel it. “That was the one,” I would think. I have always been right.
Since we decided to try again, I have been prepared to know when it happens. It has only been about three weeks since I have been off birth control and we have tried a few times. I felt nothing, and have been fairly confidant in the assumption that I am not pregnant.
My husband just recently got hit with a bout of the flu that kept him out of work for three days. Yesterday, I felt myself suddenly hit with a headache, dizziness and nausea. I assumed that I too had gotten the flu, even though I found the timing strange since he was now getting over it.
My four year old daughter is really into glitz and glamor. She loves pretty dresses, glitter and make up. Nothing makes her happier then painted nails, a pretty dress and a hair bow. She loves to dress up in fancy dresses and she is always asking us if she looks pretty. I know for the most part this is just her expressing herself and it is perfectly normal but I also do not want her getting wrapped up in beauty at this age. The last thing I want my little girl to worry about is fashion and what everyone else thinks looks good.
As Destiny gets older I want to make sure I am giving her a healthy example of what true beauty is. I am currently working hard to lose weight and I had a harsh lesson about talking about it in front of my kids. I was saying things that I would never want to hear my children say. I had called myself ugly and fat. I was talking about calories way to much and they picked up on it. They started asking me about how may calories were in certain treats and mimicking some of the things I said. I was not being a good role model for them and I did not want to hear my kids talk that way. I knew I needed to change. I no longer use degrading words about myself, I talk about getting healthy and do no stress over these things in front of them. It has made me a lot happier.
Posted 06-22-2012 at 02:42 PM by Krista
I was going on a walk with my best friend the other day when we happened upon a topic of conversation that—at least to me—turned interesting. First, let me share a little background with you. I have had the same best friend for ten years (or at least I will have come August). We have been together before I got married, before I had children, and though she has done neither of those things she has been one of the only constants in my life. She is wonderful and I am blessed to have her in my life.
She also tends to be overly jealous. If she thinks I am getting close to another female, she tends to make comments about it until I reassure her of my devotion to our friendship. Until this past week, I thought the jealousy only extended to female friends. I found out otherwise.
Recently, my husband and I bumped into a former coworker and friend. We’d all worked together for a few brief months at Chick-fil-A before he went away to college. I haven’t seen him in eight years, and yet, when we bumped into him we all still clicked. We were able to laugh about the past and catch each other up on the lost years. We had him over to dinner shortly afterward, and my friend came over to meet him.
The walk I mentioned happened the day after.
“Oh my gosh, why would you want to do that!!”
That is what someone I know said to me when they learned I cloth diaper. They were totally repulsed by the thought of cloth diapering a baby. I was a little taken back by their reaction, I had people have negative reactions before but no one acted like I was actually doing some thing so repulsive before. She told me it was not as sanitary has disposable diapers and she thought is was gross.
I of course told her all the reason why cloth diapers are the best option. I told her that cloth diapering is so much cheaper in the long run, you can use the same diapers for more then one child, it is a lot better for the environment, better for babies sensitive skin and how much I loved cloth. They are so cute, why wouldn’t someone like them? She just could not understand why I would be okay with putting poop and pee in my washing machine on a daily basis. I tried telling her it was not that bad, baby clothes get poop and pee on them and we still wash them. She did not agree and I knew she would not change her mind about my diapers but I was okay with that.
I am a stay at home mom of four rowdy kids ages six and under. My older two are six and four and they seem to be on an accident prone streak here lately. If they are not accidentally hurting themselves, they are accidentally hurting each other. Usually they will be upstairs playing and I will hear a loud thump, followed by one of them running down the stairs to tell me what they did to hurt themselves. Jumping off the bed onto a beanbag was one recent accident and another was leap frog gone wrong.
When they are playing with their two year old sister it is even worse. Just a week or so ago they were playing outside and for reasons I still do not understand they decided they needed to grab Kairi by the hands and see how fast they could make her run. It happened so fast and before I had a chance to stop them they had pulled her down knees first on the side walk. Kairi was screaming. Her knees were badly scraped, she had a scuff on both legs and both big toes were bleeding. I was angry with them but kept my cool.I made everyone go inside, cleaned up, bandaged and comforted my screaming daughter and then sat down for a long discussion with the kids.
Posted 06-21-2012 at 08:06 AM by Krista
As we are planning to expand our family I am thinking a lot lately about newborns. My husband thinks that it is a big undertaking, starting over at the newborn phase. We are both pretty excited about it, even though I know it will be a lot of work.
It’s funny, when most people think of babies they think of lullabies and lambs—OK, most of those people probably haven’t had a baby yet, or had one in twenty years or more. How can I be so certain? Because you and I both know that babies are messier, yuckier, and less cute than they are often portrayed.
There is no denying that babies are adorable, and to have one is to be blessed. However, they are also cranky, and loud (oh, my! Have you ever wondered how such a tiny thing can scream so loudly?!) and needy. If I asked the average person what their least favorite thing was about infants, what do you think their answer would be? I imagine some would mention colic, or changing dirty diapers. The lack of sleep and spit up.