Back to work

Hi Ho, Hi Ho, Back to work I go...

After 5 years of working predominately from home raising my children (please note that I said working- because yes folks, a stay at home mother, homemaker, slave to ones children is a job) I am going back to working outside the home on a part time basis.  I am very excited about this endeavor but also very nervous.  My fears: leaving my children in someone else's care, failing at work, not being the homemaker I used to be... oh wait, lol why fear that my kids will probably behave during the day for others, that my success at work is being out of the house and being the homemaker I was- umm, well, let's face it my excuse has alwasy been, "I have two kids."  All kidding aside, I am torn about starting back to work as my oldest enters Kindergarten and my youngest goes to preschool :(  Where did the time go???  My calming thought is that I will be a better mother to them if I am away from them for a bit each day.  LMAO- whoever said this has got to be kidding themselves! I know exactly what is going to happen:

Mom goes to work.  Kids go to school and behave nicely for caregivers.  Mom comes home from work and... wait for it.... "MOM, MOM, MOM..."    "WHAT DO YOU WANT?"  "I NEED YOU!" 
"FOR WHAT? CAN'T YOU GIVE ME 5 MINUTES TO MYSELF!" 

When I accepted this job offer I talked it out with my husband and father of our children.  His reassurance was, well not so reassuring.  Sure he said I would be awesome at my job and do well but then it happened... He said he would help out around the house: clean the bathrooms, vaccuum, do laundry.  This concerned me two fold- first I don't like how he cleans (lol) and second, you are going to do these things without me asking? every week? to death do us part? Ummm... I truly understand and appreciate full time working out of house mothers:  take care of kids, go to their job, come home, try not to yell at their children after being away from them all day, cook, clean, laundry and maybe, just maybe get a good primetime show in before a child wakes up crying.  OH MY 50 SHADES WHERE ARE YOU?  not for the kinky fuckery, although.................................................................. oh I'm sorry lost in thought for a moment... :) but for the help! the housekeeper, cook, child care, personal shopper... is it only in fiction? lol

So it is the night before my first official day back to work and panic has set in....no, not because I am leaving the kids lol- but because, my god do I have anything to wear that doesn't have a hole in it or stain on it?! Well I will have to make do with the wardrobe I have for now.  I will kiss my kids goodbye in the morning, carrying my princess lunchbox that my daughter let me borrow, for now and hear the echoes of "momma, momma" turn into "RaeAnn, RaeAnn"  

I will miss being "momma" for a little bit each day but will enjoy being called my name, RaeAnn- the out of house working mom, too. 

Sick Kids

Tis the season...

sneeze... "bless you".
cough... "make sure you cover".
"My belly hurts"... Oh lord..."hurry to the bathroom" and "where's your father?!" oh that's right, he's sick in bed too.
CRAP...literally "mommy I pooped diarrhea".

Great another cold and flu season and I am healthy. I mean I am thankful but what I wouldn't give for a minor cold and someone to tell me to stay in bed all day and wait on me hand and foot... HAHAHAHA- YEAH RIGHT!

2am- daddy working at the firehouse (0f course) Liv up coughing/gagging. I know what's coming... I jump out of bed and run circles around my room into the bathroom, whip open the closet and grab the first thing that will catch my little girl's puke. Tampons strewn across the floor but apparently the box is not super absorbent like the tampons are.

Liv is done getting sick. I settle her on the floor with an appropriate container while I change the sheets, which by the way I love doing at 3am, especially our king sized bed. Billy has not answered his cell phone. I know it is 3am and he is working but if I am up he should be too. But just like when the kids were babies he is sound asleep... I fall back to sleep sitting up, holding the pink bucket as close to Olivia's mouth as possible without disturbing her.
7am- Bill home, Liv up and at'em like nothing happened. Bill asking why I called him 5 times last night and after I explain the ordeal he says, "well she seems to be feeling better now". argggghhhh
I on the other hand need 3 Motrin for my stiff back, a large cup of coffee and a can of Lysol to disinfect my bedroom from the smell of sickness.

Ever been driving and hear your kid sneeze and KNOW it is one of those "blow snot down your face" kind of sneezes? I turn to look at Liam for a brief second and panic sets in... 2 "shoe strings" coming out of Liam's nose. Ever try to teach your 18 month old how to wipe his own nose while driving at 55mph? I hand Liam a tissue and tell him to wipe his nose. I glance back and he is wiping.... the snot all over his face. No where to pull over and now I feel bad because the snot is creeping toward his mouth. Liam doesn't seem to mind as he sticks his fingers in his snot to explore it. Oh well, chalk it up to a tactile learning experience for him.

Now, I don't know about anyone else's husband but mine is the BIGGEST BABY when he is sick. Probably because he rarely gets sick but once or twice a year when it happens, the world is coming to an end....
"I hate being sick"
Oh that's right, because everyone else enjoys it....
"my head, my back, my throat, my stomach... "
"just go lay down and I'll bring you some juice, the remote and keep the kids quiet".
"no, I'm fine..." as he waddles off to the bedroom.
2 days in bed and he's fine. Kids are healthy and guess who feels like death warmed over?!
I drag myself out of bed- box of tissues, cold medicine and jar of Vaseline (for my nose to avoid looking like Rudolph) in hand to the kitchen where everyone seems to be having a good old time.
Bill: "Are you okay?"
Me: "Do I look okay?"
Bill: "you'll be okay- the cold only lasts a couple days. I'll try to be home early from work" as he heads towards the door.
Me: " I hate you"
Bill: "what?"
Me: "I said, I love you" with a big fake, I want to kill you smile
Bill smiles genuinely, blows me a kiss and is off.

"mama hungry"

"mommy, come play with me"

24/7- no vacation time, no sick days, very little pay.... Always a MOM :)

Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but the moments that take our breath away

These last couple of months have been difficult:

my panic attacks reached new levels almost rendering me unable to be alone- which then affected my relationship and patience with my children, husband, friends and family. I started to lose sight of what life is really about. My focus was trying to avoid the irrational fear that I was going to die at any moment or the fear of having a panic attack. Although I would be feeling fine, just thinking I might have one brought it to reality. However, I have slowly been getting back to myself and with eyes wide open, see and feel the moments that make my life so fulfilling:

Walking anywhere and having my daughter slip her hand into mine and look up at me and smile.

The first time my son said mama and looked right at me.

Olivia sleeping in my bed when daddy works at the firehouse.

Liam's smile- with his little dimple on his right cheek.

Waking up and bringing Olivia and Liam in my bed so we can drink juice boxes and eat goldfish while watching Sesame Street- "What's the word on the Street?"

My kids feet. I love them! so soft and perfect.

When Olivia says, "I love you mommy".

Liam crawling into my lap and only wanting his mama.

Olivia's sweet voice...even when she is whining or crying.

The quivering bottom lips my kids have right before they cry when they are sad or hurt.


My kids laughing- especially their devilish little laughs.


Olivia and Liam playing together.


The way my kids look like little cherubs when they sleep- so peaceful, so innocent... don't grow up, don't grow up...

The way my husband looks at me with his little smirk- telling me I am the most beautiful woman in the world.

My dad playing with my kids.

Finding pennies- A penny from heaven- my mother's way of letting me know that everything is okay.

My sister.

My friends.


"sisters through blood and sisters through life"


Camping- "Holla at you at Oprah's House and in the exam room".

The thought of fall- crisp air, beautiful foliage, football on TV, a chicken baking in the oven and apple pie for dessert.

Christmas time- decorating, baking, the first big snow storm, the anticipation of Christmas Day- the best is seeing it all through a child's eyes again.

County music songs- My wish, Godspeed, You're gonna miss this, Front porch looking in, Mama's song, In my daughter's eyes, Wasted, Don't Blink...

and It's five o'clock Somehwhere, cuz after you listen to all the lyrics of the above songs you are gonna need a drink!

The thought of the future and our family growing together.

But my most favorite moment is NOW... looking past all the laundry, cleaning and grocery shopping that needs to be done, the wishing it were bedtime already or that the kids were older, the panic attacks...

And really experiencing the moments that can pass you by if you aren't paying attention.

BOY oh BOY

"Mothers of little boys work from SON up until SON down!"

I have a new found respect for all you mothers of little boys~ Liam is on the move now- crawling and pulling himself up and he is a maniac!

Today started at 5:45am Liam crying. oh please go back to sleep, oh please, please....

Nope.

Bill gets up for work and brings him into our bed. I nurse him in all hopes he will fall back to sleep. He starts to drift in an out but then pops up and looks to my night stand because he knows that his snack is there- Damn, he is a smart little booger. I give him his snack cup with cheerios in it and his water cup and try to rest for just a little longer. Cheerios are going flying everywhere because he thinks it is funny to shake his snack cup to get the cheerios out- by the way he knows how to reach his pudgy little fingers in the cup but thinks it is more fun this way. I finally get us up- cheerios stuck to my arms and somehow down my night gown....

I put him on the floor in the living room to play while I get a cup of coffee to get my eyes to open up. I turn around and he has disappeared!

"Liam? Liam? LIAM?!"

hahaha, very funny kid- he is down the hallway playing with my bedroom door. Why do I even bother to buy toys? Any who, little princess Olivia has actually slept over her cousin's house and I need to get her by 9am. I scoop Liam up and put him in his high chair with pears, toast and some cheerios. That lasts for, oh about 10 minutes until he is dropping pears on his head and waving his hand frantically on the high chair tray sending cheerios everywhere. The cats think this is great- they bat cheerios all around the house. Just another day in paradise....

So it is only 7:45am and Liam starts crying-

well of course~ you are still tired! Does anyone ever listen to their mother!

I pick him up and put him in the porta crib in our room screaming but I need to get into the shower....

"Liiaaammm, mamma's coming." I yell from the shower repeatedly hoping this will make him stop screaming.

Finally it is quiet.

I am washing my face and I hear his little cooing but it sounds closer.... and closer.... I look out of the shower and Liam is sitting there.

"OH MY GOD! HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE!"

I am yelling at him as if he will answer me. He just looks up at me with a smile. For a split second I think that someone is in the house and lifted him out of the porta crib- there is no other explanation.... I hop out of the shower and peer into my bedroom. One side of the porta crib is down. We knew that one side was having difficulty latching but I thought that I had secured it. Apparently not! But still how did my 10 month old boy manage to get out without a thud, thump or bump somewhere on his body?! Olivia didn't even attempt to climb out of her crib/porta crib until she was over 2! I am naked with my hair up in a towel as I grab the phone and call Billy to ask him why his son is doing these things?

I am trying to get ready and Liam starts playing with the bathroom door. Really? I have not been out of the shower for 5 minutes and I am already sweating! I quickly get myself together and sit Liam amongst his toys to which he starts screaming, again.

Deal Buddy- don't know what else to tell ya.

I get everything together and get him in the car. Before we are out of the drive way he is fast asleep. Ahhhhh peace and quiet.

I pick up Olivia and rush back to our house to get her ready to go with GaGa and PaPa. Liam sleeps for the hour we are in the car and then is content to play with Liv while we are waiting. GaGa and PaPa show up with Dunkin' Donuts and Liam gets his first taste of a white powdered munchkin- He loves it! Not like the kids doesn't like any type of food but still it was exciting to see his little face with white powder on it. Everyone finishes their breakfast and as I am saying good bye to Olivia, while holding Liam I notice that he is chewing on something.

What the.... OMG! It is a shell to a pistachio.

"Does he have hives? is he breathing okay?" I frantically ask Bill's parents. Liam is fine, happy as a clam (another food that he can't eat before a certain age but will probably do so when no one is looking!) It is not even 11am and I have already survived two heart attacks- what's next?

I will tell you. I put Liam down and start to clean up the house because apparently it is filthy if there are pistachio shells lying around somewhere. Liam is happily playing with his toys. I quickly clean the bathroom, checking on him every few minutes. Well the last time I come out to check on him he holds his hand up and smiles as he is sitting next to the cat bowls! Lovely, wet cat food on his fingers. I have no idea if he ate any of it. I debate about calling poison control but opt not to as he has already survived falling out of a porta crib and chewing on nuts- what's a little cat food? He apparently has 9 lives anyway.

Is it nap time yet?

Afternoons

So afternoons at our house usually consist of me on the verge of a mental breakdown, Olivia whining and crying because she doesn't take naps anymore and really should take naps and Liam waking up from his nap ready to go.... This afternoon was no exception.



Thursdays is my dad's day to visit. He comes over around 3:30pm and stays for dinner. Throw him into the mix and you have a full blown "Paar-tay!". All kidding aside, he is a great man and I love him dearly and I have learned to realize that he really does know a thing or two about raising kids. My dad walks in to Olivia having a tantrum over nothing, Liam on his play mat cheerios and toys strewn everywhere and me trying to breath through an anxiety attack.

Where is Bill you ask? Oh out back fighting with a backhoe trying to dig out the yard for our pool- the backhoe was winning. Any who, I make idle conversation with my dad while trying to ignore the aches and pains of my body, especially my back. I know it is from starting back at the gym but I thought it would ease my anxiety as I could explain away all the pain- NOT! I really felt like every muscle/organ in my body was going to explode and I was going to drop dead.

Olivia has busied herself with play doh and has invited my father to sit down and play with her- heaven forbid he invite himself to sit down and offer to play she would have a meltdown. Liam is crawling now and getting over pink eye and a cold and has been very fussy. Whenever he sees me he can now crawl to me while he whines (but he is so cute). I am trying to prepare dinner- steak on the grill, salad and french fries. I put Liam in his high chair with his dinner and start to make the salad. Olivia sees me get the salad out and insists on helping- which normally I don't mind but today I just want to get it done (I am a bad mother I keep thinking to myself simultaneously while I am thinking that my spine is going to degenerate right now and I will be paralyzed). Olivia does a great job picking the stems off the spinach and mixing the red onions and tomatoes in while my father is still sitting playing play doh and watching Nick Jr. I finally stop and tell my father that I am in pain and having anxiety. He understands as he suffers from this disorder as well and immediately starts helping me calm down. He diminishes my fears and validates my pain as muscle pain from working out. I ask my dad to feed Liam his yogurt while I sit down and try to relax. My dad starts to feed him and gets more all over Liam's face then Liam does when he feeds himself. I take over and my dad continues to talk to me and rub my back. Olivia is talking to us but I am not really paying attention to what she is saying and agree with pretty much everything, "uh-hu, okay Olivia, good job (I don't know if she even warranted a good job but whatever). I am finally feeling better and thank my father for his help and support. I come back to reality and realize that Liam not only has yogurt on his face but in his ear and hair AND Olivia got the bag of potato chips out of the pantry and is happily sitting on the couch, watching TV eating chips- Did I black out?! I quickly try to regain control but give up as I am tired, hungry and need to get dinner on the table before midnight. I put Liam on the floor in the kitchen with a wooden spoon and mixing bowl- he could not be happier banging away.



"I want one!"



"Of course you do Olivia."



I hand her a wooden spoon and mixing bowl too and it gets LOUD. My poor father, who is starting to have a hard time hearing has to leave the kitchen. Salad made and fries in the oven, I get the steak on the grill. I come back in from outside and Olivia is in Liam's high chair, my dad trying to adjust the straps to fit her and Liam is now banging on the kitchen cabinets with his wooden spoon.



I NEED a VACATION! by myself.



I am in and out of the house over the next 15 minutes cooking the steak and don't care that Olivia is eating cheerios in Liam's high chair and Liam is now trying to pull himself up to the high chair because he sees food. I go to check on the fries in the oven and SNAP- the oven handle comes completely off in my hand- REALLY?!



I now try to pry the oven open with no handle to save the fries. Oven mitts on, I open the stove by the side and rescue my fries. Thank goodness they are done and I can just shut off the stove and leave the handle resting peacefully on the counter for Bill to deal with later. Dinner is done, Bill comes in and sees the stove handle. Liam is crying, my dad is waiting patiently for his dinner and Olivia is now complaining that she doesn't want steak for dinner- I turn around to see that Bill feels now is the appropriate time to fix the stove handle- Do you not register the chaos that is happening? AND the oven is still hot!- Moron. I breath to myself and through gritted teeth with a very, very forced smile on my face ask Bill to leave the handle for later.

Of course the second I finally sit down to eat Liam is done eating and starting to cry, Olivia needs more steak (which now she likes) and the cat jumps up on the table. I get Olivia her steak, shoot Bill a look that says, "if you don't do something to calm Liam right now I am leaving" and throw the cat downstairs. Bill quickly finishes his dinner and takes Olivia and Liam to the bath. I am finally left to eat my dinner with my father. I apologize for our chaotic lifestyle and he just laughs. He knows- for God sakes he should be a saint! He and my mother had to raise me.

My father gone, the kids in bed, the stove handle fixed and I reflect back on my afternoon. I realize that as crazy as it can get sometimes, this is my life and my memories and I would not change it for one second.

Getting out of the house

I wake up with the intention of going out and getting some errands done. And the mad dash to get out of the house before 10am begins.... I would like to be home by noon to give my kids a nice wholesome lunch but happy meals on the road and naps in the car it will probably be. PS I usually get up between 7am and 8am so you would think 2 to 3 hours would be plenty of time to get out of the house- not here.



I need my cup of coffee which I have already said I can't drink without reheating at least 3 times- have to feed Liam who is happy to eat anything these days and fight with Olivia to have something besides chips or cookies for breakfast.



"you want what? a frozen waffle? sure. Here ya go."



Then change and dress Liam and then try to get Olivia dressed. Now at almost 3 she has to do EVERYTHING herself. I have given up on making her clothes match- if she will put it on it works for me. Then the battle for me to get into the shower ensues. I used to put Liam and Olivia in my bed watching TV while I got in the shower- not anymore. Little miss independent needs to stay out in the "ligy" room as she calls the living room and Liam is rolling all over. I have to give in to Liv because I'd rather spend 5 minutes setting her up with a movie and toy then 20 minutes arguing with her and bribing her into my room. I then carry the exersaucer, usually with Liam in it into my bedroom and get into the shower as Liam is crying.



"Olivia can you come in here and play with your brother, please?!"



I get into the shower and try to enjoy my 5 minutes of solitude (yeah, right) and then I start hurrying up because I am frantically picturing Olivia getting into something she is not supposed to- every couple of minutes I am called her, from the shower to come in and answer some inane question I make up just to make sure she is okay. I get out of the shower and start yelling again for her to come in and get her hair done and brush her teeth. Several times have I run out to the living room naked when she hasn't answered me thinking something terrible happened only to find her playing or engrossed in her show. One day I will run out naked just as the oil guy or UPS man shows up.

She finally gets into the bathroom and my test of patience begins again-

"here brush your teeth."

"no, I want to put the toothpaste on.."

"okay, let me wet your hair down."

"no. I want to do it!"

arrgghhhh.

Liam is really fussing now and I dump a load of Puffs (aka baby crack) onto the tray of the exersaucer. This buys me about 5 more minutes. As I send Olivia back out of the bathroom so I can finish getting ready I notice her socks and shoes are off.... Really?!

I am finally ready. I try to look decent to go out but I know that I probably look like a hot mess, especially because I am sweating profusely from the mommy marathon that has ensued since I have gotten out of the shower. I don't know why I even bother. I refuse to stop in front of the mirror because I would just be horrified and since I have made it this far to get out of the house I am not going to let MY appearance stop us. I get Liam and head towards the door....

"Liv, let's go. Olivia. OLIVIA ANN NOW!"

I head back to her room and find her clothes from her dresser strewn everywhere, her pants off but two pairs of underwear on and she is concentrating very hard on putting a different pair of pants on.

"Mommy, I wanted to wear my pink pants."

I don't even have words at this point. She finally gets dressed (after I am told to leave the room because she can do it HERSELF- at these times I know my mother is laughing from heaven saying, "I told you... just wait until you have a little girl of your own.") I walk out of her room and firmly tell Liam that he MUST stay a baby FOREVER!

Olivia finally presents herself and I am trying to be patient. "let's go."

"okay, but I need my baby and her stuff."

"no. Let's go!"

She grabs her baby and starts stuffing her purse full of God knows what and heads towards the door.

"Mommy, this stuff is heavy. Can you carry it?"

Sure let me just get my bionic arms going- holding Liam, the diaper bag, my purse and not Liv's entourage. LET'S GO!

We make it to the car and Liam is in.

"I have to go to the bathroom."

"of course you do."

Back into the house, pee and back out to the car we all go.

Finally the kids are in the car and I start to hand Olivia her "have to have" toys...

"no, I don't want them. Can you put them on the floor?"

I wish I could tell you where I'd like to put them but that would probably be a CPS report....

TV

Okay, as previously stated I am not mother of the year so my kids watch television a lot- pretty much from when they wake up until when they got to bed the television is on. They may not watch it all the time but it is background noise to their playing. For Christmas Santa got me a neat little 10 inch under mount TV for the kitchen so I can watch what I want while me kids enjoy our 46 inch flat screen in the living room! How do things like this happen?! Anyway, I have come to love and hate Nick Jr.- I love that it keeps my kids occupied when I need a break or to get things done but I hate the shows and characters. I applaud you parents that have set limits on TV time or have opted to not allow TV at all- you are better parents than I AND you are saving yourselves the cost of Ibuprofen and cartoon characters haunting your dreams.
I realize that as the kids get older the shows are only going to get more annoying and could even turn into an obsession- I am glad they are not old enough to be a part of the Hannah Montana, High School Musical and ICarly Craze. I also realize that writing this proves that my life really does revolve around my kids. I mean who spends several hours perfecting a blog about preschool television?! I really need to get out more.


MAX & RUBY

First of all where the hell are their parents? This show is a CPS report waiting to happen. From time to time I see episodes with pictures of what I guess are their parents but why is Ruby always in charge of Max? She always wants Max to go away or leave her alone- So the one episode where Max is happily playing on the playground, Ruby wants him to pretend to be a baby- Can you just leave him alone Ruby!


TOOT & PUDDLE


Let's just put it out there.... They are gay- two "friends" living together, going on trips around the world, taking care of each other... really did you think I wouldn't notice.



YO GABBA GABBA


This is baby Crack- My kids stop dead in their tracks for this show- DJ Lance you are the man! I plan my day around your show. But I still don't know the character's names- they are so weird- Tofu, Moon U... I don't know and I don't care as long as the kids are entertained.


I don't have many thoughts on Franklin, Pinky Dinky Do, Jack's Big Music Show, Oswald or Lazy Town except that I can't get some of the theme songs out of my head. I catch myself now and again going about my day singing, "Pinky's got a story she wants to share with you... Pinky Dinky Doo.... If I got a problem, I know just what to do- I think and think and think and suddenly I know.... It's Franklin comin' over to your house.... Come on everyone give your foot a tap, come on everyone give your hands a clap... Dumdiddy, Dum-D-Dum-D-Dum Day-It's Jack's BIG muuusic showww... Welcome to Lazy Town- Bing Bang Diggiriga (whatever she says) funny words I say when I am dancing (yes and stupid) .... " Sorry if you now have these songs in your head but I thought I should share the wealth.


BLUE'S CLUES

Blue's clues is not bad- Steve and Joe leave something to be desired. I personally prefer Steve to Joe and my favorite episode is when they are both on together. I then saw Steve left the show to pursue his rock career- you may see him from time to time on Nick Jr. singing a kids rock tune with his band- weird.


WOW WOW WUBBZY

Again a show that mesmerizes Olivia and I want to jump out of my skin when it is on. I find Wubbzy very annoying. Wow, Wow everyone


Now we move to our ethnic or more cultural shows:


NI-HOA KAI LAN

Cute little girl with her furry friends and YeYe- yeha, yaya- whatever- her grandfather. But her eyes are on the side of her head. Has anyone else noticed this?


DORA


Hola! great you teach Spanish but how many times are you going to ask me where we are going?! I know already!- over the bridge, through the forest, to the tallest mountain.


DIEGO

I don't mind Diego so much except when I realized that a kid watching another kid, even a cartoon kid play with a baby Jaguar or coyote or other deadly animal and make them seem so harmless may not be such a good influence. I mean if Olivia ever comes to me and wants to "rescue" a snake that is outside I am not going to be as kind as Diego to this animal.



THE BACKYARDIGANS


Yes I am including the Backyardigans in this category because these backyard friends apparently live in the most ethnic neighborhood- Pablo, Tyrone, Uniqua, Tasha and Austin. I am glad to see them all getting along and playing nice- just warms my heart.


WONDER PETS

The MOST annoying show on Nick Jr. by far! I cannot stand it! I don't know if it is the songs- "The phone. The phone is ringing. There's an animal in trouble.... What's gonna work?... Team work..." or the Characters- Linny, Tuck and Ming Ming too, who by the way, needs a speech therapist- I don't know but I just don't like it.

and let's talk about the "commercials" in between shows... if I see one more Fresh Beat Band video I will scream. It makes me cringe when I hear it but I can't help but sing along- Why?!
"It was a great day, what a super day; I got, I got, I got, You got, you got, you got, we got, we got, we got loco legs.... and my personal favorite-Friends give friends a hand, put your hand in mine and we'll be fine- when you neeeeeed a helping hand.

I must be going insane!


Moose A. Moose and Zee are great but sometimes I find myself singing their songs too-
"I don't like candy corn.... We're going on a trip, we're going on a trip.... "


On a positive note I LOVE Miss Spider- It is really my favorite show. I don't know if it is because Kristin Davis from Sex and The City is Miss Spider and I just feel a connection but I have to say that I actually enjoy watching it.

I am rereading this entry feeling like I really am the worst mother of the year but alas Nick Jr. IS like preschool on TV because the other day I was not in a very good mood and Olivia said, "mommy are u happy?"


"no."

"I know what will make you happy- hugs. Do you need a hug mommy?"

"yes baby. I do."

She gave me a hug and asked if I was feeling better. I told her I was and asked where that came from and she said, "Gabba Gabba. Sometimes you just need a hug to feel better"


Wow! I am a better mother than I thought for letting my kid watch TV!