oh gummi

so when i brought landon to have his teeth cleaned, i was actually looking forward to the dentist coming in… looking at those pearly whites and saying great job…no cavities! [translation: you are such a great mom. your son's teeth are perfect just like you]. unfortunately not so…he has one and a half. i have some theories why these caries have developed

gummi bears…

…are an almost daily special treat at oma’s house. let oma change your diaper…oma will give you a gummi bear. get out of the pool, oma will give you a gummi bear. after wednesdays diagnosis, i learned there are many health hazards associated with the gummi bear…heard of mad cow disease. i have stopped surfing in fear that i may learn that the bears may lead to cancer. we have even purchased organic gummi bears
{manufactured under strict organic controls in Germany-the home of the gb} once in attempts to make healthier choices. Tip: organic and gummi don’t go together.

Second theory is that landon’s dentist recently moved into a state of the art office.…

filled with plasma tv’s, computers, and state of the art equipment [except they still haven't figured out how to take an x-ray  without having the bite wings pierce the roof of your mouth as the dental hygienist is telling you not to move as you are wincing in pain]. i find it hard to believe that there is no connection to the fact that this will be the first time we have to pay $100 for our visit-novacaine is optional when having a cavity filled

as you may notice none of these theories have anything to do with me wanting to get five extra minutes of alone time at night given to me by not having landon brush his teeth after he sneaks that last cookie before going to bed.

i had a mini anxiety attack just scheduling the appointment not sure if those five minutes were worth it…

08.01.2008

august first 2008…

i dream that i will no longer be paying $50 a month on diaper paraphernalia.

kate mentioned a game she plays when cooking or cleaning out her cupboard. she checks the expiration date on the bottom of canned goods and then dreams of all the wonderful things that will be happening in her life on that date.

i signed luke up for school today and was kind of surprised when reading the registration form that i needed to choose between a potty trained and non-trained classroom….today feb04… one thought i had was how am i supposed to know if my potty averse toodler will be potty trained in six months the other was he better be p-t by august. [rule #1 to self…when your expectation starts with the phrase he better be {fill in the blank} more than likely you will be disappointed]

luke has no need to tinkle in the potty. he prefers standing in the middle of the living room, finding the one carpet in our house, putting his hands on his hips, aiming and firing… followed by him and landon running around the kitchen laughing hysterically.

i too am a little potty training averse. not so long ago on a balmy miami afternoon in mid-october, luke was enjoying some nuddie time in the backyard. looking back it really was one of those perfect saturday afternoons…i reading my us weekly in the hammock [don’t judge], luke and landon sharing their toys…peace…quiet…i glance over to admire my perfect children [parenting tip#1…during peace and quiet never glance over to admire your offspring] and there i see it. i call luke over and confirm that he has done his business but instead of digging a hole and burying his prized possession, he comes grasping his poop in all his glory. after spraying him down with the hose for a couple minutes he finally gives up and lets go. followed again by him and landon running around the backyard laughing hysterically like wild monkeys.

i guess i never expected 2 wild monkey boys for children…i guess i always thought i would have one little girl who would love playing tea party, painting her toe nails, sitting still.

well i digress that is a post for a different day…for now it is potty trained by august 2008.

wish me luck

unrealized expectations

flashback 10+ years…my husband and I are going through premarital counseling and our pastor askes us “what do you EXPECT from each other…from your marriage…for your future”. At that point we really didn’t expect much…we were on the same page and ready to start enjoying marital bliss. I expected him to wake up in the morning…to come home after work…basic.

after being married for 5 years i got pregnant and it was wonderful…better than I could have imagined. Minimal weight gain, no nausea, labor was ideal…a couple minutes of pain, a quick epidural, a small nap, and 1/2 an hour of pushing. Then pop there he was my…

wonderful precious first son…

he was born hungry and pretty much looked like all those birthing videos where right after the baby is born he wiggles up the mother, latches on and nurses perfectly. Unfortunately he pretty much wanted to remain that way for the next 6 months and so began my life of unrealized expectations.

The idea finally come to me that I needed to start a blog 4 years and 1 more child later when I FINALLY realized that I really expected a lot out of my 4 and 2 year olds, out of my parents, my husband, my co-workers, etc.

I thought maybe if I start writing what I expect out of life and process all the outcomes I wouldn’t be so [dissappointed-frustrated-overwhelmed] when I don’t get my way(yes I am an only child)

I must stay I have a couple friends who make blogging look SUPER easy. I live vicariously through one and constantly send her ideas of what I think she should do to make “us” happy. The other is by far one of the calmest mothers I know and I was so excited to find out she was writing a blog because I hoped to get insight on how to capture a little of that serenity for my own home. The last is my SUPERMOM friend whom I think my son would gladly move in with because he has already promised to marry her daughter and she is pretty much the funnest mom I know.

So here it goes welcome to my blog…I hope to post expectations I have and things I want to accomplish…hoping to find some balance in this crazy thing called parenthood.

The grass is always greener on the other side…or is it…The grass is always greener over the septic tank?