.::still blinking::.

Guess who is barfing at my house? And as a result, guess who has not brushed their teeth or shaved their legs today?

Man it makes me sad to see him struggle like that. But he should be better tomorrow. We went to the DR today and they gave him a penicillin shot since he would not be able to keep medicine down very well. He was almost immediately better. It was truly amazing. And then he asked for french fries and I knew that we were heading back up again.

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more later. but isn't this guy the cutest?

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I love my life. I know I whine incessantly about it, but really I would not have it any other way.

Being married to a man who understands me and laughs at my stupid jokes is one of the greatest blessings in my life. Also, he lets me talk about my digestional triumphs and still thinks I am sexy. What could be any better?

Having a baby who only hates me half the time makes me swell with joy. Watching him learn, laugh, and grow is amazing to me. I love that he tells me where to stick it and in return I tell him to sit in time out. But I love that he has the guts to tell it like it is. Honesty, above all else, is so key to me.

I love my little house. I love living in a beautiful valley. I love friends who don't criticize my inane personality.

Today I am thankful.

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G: Mom! Your big bloody sore is almost gone!

M: (The thought in my little head) Are you referring to yourself?

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Guess who did not wet the bed while wearing Iron Man underwear all night?

I know, I am so proud of myself.


Just kidding.

Go Gentry.

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Thank you for all the love and support when Gentry was being so difficult. I truly appreciate knowing that I have good people in my life; people who know me and are willing to understand the patience it takes to be a mom of a toddler who is finding his individuality.

As I was crying to my mom with sunblock in my eyes, contemplating eating my young, my mom offered to come and take Gentry to work with her. This would have relived the momentary pain we were both suffering, but it would not have changed the fact that he was being defiant and mean. What it would have done was teach him that if he throws big enough fits, eventually someone will come and rescue him. This was a battle I felt I needed to stay in with him. I am thankful to my mom for offering to take him though.

I feel like sometimes the battle is worth the outcome. Gentry and I needed to fight so that he could remember who is in charge of him and this house. Structure and stability are worth the fight, because if there is one thing I don't want happening around here is having a toddler who is in charge. We have all seen the outcome of toddlers running the house on SuperNanny. Happy secure toddlers is what she teaches and that is what I am aiming for, even if there are some major wars along the way.

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Having a kid around can sure lead to horrible days. Ever since we returned from NY Gentry has been harder and harder to live with. He and I both cried so much today we eventually had to take pain killers to get rid of our respective headaches.

It all came to a head today when he was in time out (for not listening) and I had to sit and watch him to make sure he stayed. He screamed he hated me after I told him to turn around and sit in the corner. I went up stairs and called my mom and bawled, which resulted in sunscreen in my eyes. Hate and stinging eyes feels real good together.

He then came upstairs so that he could defy me some more and I had to make him stand with his nose on the wall for a while. He really didn't like that. He was really mad at me then and I could not walk away or he would go and hide or find a toy to play with.

The problem we are having is that Gentry has no ears. They are gone. They have been gone for awhile. Last time we came home from a work trip, jj's mom suggested we go and have his ears checked. We did. He is fine.

I was talking to a friend the other day whose son really is partially deaf. She said she knew something was up when he was talking and annunciating like the Swedish Chef. Gentry has been speaking like an adult since he was two years old. If he could not hear me he would not and could not have been speaking like he does. So thank you for the suggestion, but hearing and listening are two completely different things.

He will not listen. Ever. Ever. Ever. It leads to happy times and patients being worn by about 9:30 in the morning. Everyday. For the rest of my life it appears. I really wanted to pin a sign on him today that said, "Free, please take. Ears do not function properly." Then putting him in front of Target in a kennel and hoping someone would take him. Ok. Not really. But sort of.

Frustrated. Frustration. Frustrated. It seems we have days full of temper tantrums and time outs to come. It makes me so frustrated just thinking and talking about it now.

Dearest interweb, do you know where his ears have gone?

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:: a little boy who is so good and watches Superman while I work ::

:: Christoper Reeve as Superman ::

:: my new camera :: people contacting me for photo work, out of the blue :: I can never explain how happy that makes me ::

:: Santana :: and this one :: and Maria Maria ::

:: comfy pants :: aka: stretchy pants :: isn't clothing constricting ::

:: new glasses ::

:: little bitty sprouts in my garden and planters ::

:: yummy food ::

:: a warm home ::

:: a couple of cute guys to cuddle with ::

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jj recently got this cape and the masks for a photoshoot for his company. Since no one needed it after the shoot, he brought it home for Gentry. He has pretty much ignored everything except the cape for months. The other day he suddenly realized that he has a book that will transform him into a superhero. He LOVES it. I love it too. I love watching him run faster than he does as a normal boy.

We have gone for a walk around the lake and too the community garden dressed like this. Everyone really gets a kick out of seeing a superhero around. I really wish he would stay like this forever.

JJ said he went in tonight to say good night to him and he was talking to his Superman doll and teaching him to walk upside down on his tent bed. When we leave the house or get out of the car, and I won't let him bring everything with him, he talks to his toys. He tells Spiderman, Buzz, and Superman that he will be right back and then he takes Batman with him.

I love this age. I love having a little friend who hold my hand and yells at me all day.

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jj's brother Alex and his wife Miceala had a new baby on Friday. Will Robinson. He is my first and favorite nephew.

Will is on the left. Gentry on the right. They look so similar. Cute little cousins.

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We seem unable to keep Gentry healthy. He is not feeling well, again. So jj and I are taking turns hanging out with him today. We are currently watching, what I assume is the last cartoon on network tv. All claymation and spanish speaking, "Capeetan!" That would be spanish in english phonetics.

JJ's boss, is a quick talking whitty genius. When I meet with him I have to write down all the words I don't know and then go look them up later. I can show you the lists. This only becomes difficult because I am writing the words down in Makayla phonetics since I don't know many large words and then I have to try to figure out what he said from the weird thing I spelled. I am predicting that Gentry and I are on the same reading level. Pre-kindergarten.

I have been teaching Gentry to read, so that I can get his kindergarten teacher to hate me. Is it just me or does it seem that I have heard horror stories of teachers being pissed about kids who can read? Anyway, the point of this is that we have been sounding out the letters. And are you aware C and K make the same sounds, unless they don't or if preceded by ie. Also C and S. I mean for real. I don't even know how to explain this to the kid. Hopefully as we progress through the book this will be explained. IE. When God created reading and dinosaurs he really wanted to trip us up, hence euoplocephalus. Which being pronounced is yu-OP-lo-SEF-ah-lus. Obviously.

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We are quarantined to our house for a week. I should have started earlier with it and if we have infected you I am sorry. I found out today Gentry has Hand Foot Mouth Disease. We took him to the doctor on Saturday and they told us it was strep throat. Misdiagnosed. He has been acting weird since Thursday. With basically every symptom. Easily misdiagnosed.

He is acting really good, but man I hate having a sick kid. We are probably going to get a little nutty over in these parts just lying around staring at each other, sigh, for a week. Thank you for all your offers to help us out. If I need anything I will let you all know.

I have been mesmerized by this photographers website today. Take a look, get inspired. I am off to fill my little guys stomach with ice cream and sprite. Sickness does a sweet tooth good.

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Photo from here.

I was out back talking to a neighbor this afternoon. Our kids were playing in the garage around the corner and suddenly started screaming like the neighborhood sex offender had just arrived and shared something special with them. We ran around the corner to see what was going on. They had been kicking ants and a surprising thing happened, the ants got mad and started fighting back. They were crawling up their legs and pinching like a good little ant army.

We pulled their pant legs up and quickly brushed the ants off, but the little girl Gentry was playing with was really upset. I went and got the ant poison and dumped a bunch down their hole. Bug poison always makes me think of Concentration Camps, the showers, my German art history class in college, memorials to all the Jews, I'd like to go there someday. I wonder how much houses are going for in Germany. I wonder if I could get water rights in Germany and live sustainably on a farm. Italy would be cool. When was the last time I checked for houses/farms for sale there. Oh, last night. Along with Bali. Where you could live on a tropical island for the same price as living here. Although would they let a guy who looks like he is part of Irish Mafia and his wife and child in? Not sure.

Back to the subject. I remember one time when I was little, lying on my Grandma Katherine's floor. I was just lazying about as most 8ish year olds do when I felt a pinch on my leg. I looked down and there was a biggish ant that had just bit me, the little bastard. Those hurt. So I guess having ants in your pants is not the best possible activity for a nice spring day.

Also, the first time I saw this exact photo I dreamed about the ant that night. I dreamed it had burrowed into my skin and I could see it crawling around. You can click on the link and see my comment from 12 months ago. Frightening.

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Gentry got a new bed this week. He started hopping out of his crib in the morning. I figured it was time. He is 3 1/2. We had to switch his room with the office. I really like the result though. The light comes pouring in his room in the afternoon and really lights up the tent and the bright colors are so cute in here.

I am considering moving in with him. It feels so nice in his room.

He is really proud of his new bed. I thought he would be sleeping on the bottom bunk, but he will have nothing to do with it. He is the king of the bunk bed, and he still calls us in the morning to let us know to come and get him. He can get in and out of his bed all day long, but in the morning he needs some good cuddling. Which I don't mind dispersing.

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The best part of today is that there is hope that tomorrow will be better.

And nap time was pretty good too.

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Last night all of us got very little sleep. JJ came to bed at 2. Gentry woke up crying at 3, so he came and slept/snored with us. JJ put him back in bed at 4. He woke up crying again at 5 and spent the rest of the night curled up with me. We eventually woke up at 9 when JJ left and opened our loud scary monster garage door.

You can really tell the lack of sleep on Gentry. He is messy and lies and cannot hear me talking directly to him. I think today will be a good day for a nap. Cross your fingers.

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All members of my household have been potty trained for quite some time now. I would say months. Which really is an accomplishment, being I really didn't want to put any time or effort into it and stress myself out. Which would result in my son hating me, running away, shooting up heroine, and writing tell all books about his ordeal in my house. Who's to say that won't happen anyway.

Back to the potty training. When you are male, there are two ways to use the rest room. Options. Choices. I taught him to sit and go for all purposes. But he eventually realized that dad stands up and he wants to too. So when he announces he needs to go potty, he also adds insightfully, "I will sit." Or, "I will stand, like dad." And that is where the dread sets in.

Now, I try to help him. I have put chips in the toilet to aim at. I really don't understand how this is not working. How can things be pointed down and be shooting up three feet in the air. Or hitting the back wall of the bathroom. Or only peeing in the left side corner, while aiming at the toilet. Basically coating all objects around and behind the toilet.

Also, there are about seventeen false stops. "I am done." Back away from the toilet. Resume peeing on floor. Stop. Shoot at the base of the toilet once more. Stop. Turn around. Hit mom in the leg. Stop. Turn around to get some on the wall by the towels or the door. Or...

You get the idea. I am really glad to be potty trained, however, this standing and peeing. It has to go.

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I like my baby (he prefers big boy).

I especially like when dad keeps telling us to stop giggling while he is reading the scriptures. I continue to tickle and poke him, forcing him to squeal with laughter and resulting in my own defiant laughter.

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For most of life, nothing wonderful happens. If you don't enjoy getting up and working and finishing your work and sitting down to a meal with family or friends, then the chances are that you're not going to be very happy. If someone bases his happiness or unhappiness on major events like a great new job, huge amounts of money, a flawlessly happy marriage or a trip to Paris, that person isn't going to be happy much of the time. If, on the other hand, happiness depends on a good breakfast, flowers in the yard, a drink or a nap, then we are more likely to live with quite a bit of happiness. :: Andy Rooney ::

I am trying.

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I have hauled Gentry's mattress into my room so that he will stop jumping on my bed while I fold the laundry. My room has become a small three ring circus. There is running and jumping and hiding and throwing of small squishy balls.

We also have Charlotte's Web playing. Fern's mother is concerned about her daughters best friends being a pig, sheep, and other farm animals. She has taken her concerns to the town doctor. Dr. Dorian. He replies, "There is a name for her condition, sadly it is one she will outgrow. Childhood."

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Today in church Gentry drew a picture of me and then quickly erased it. This is a picture of jj, they do look awfully similar. The hair that stands up. The long skinny body. That is definitely jj.

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Today we had a new friend come over to play because the regular was not home, you know who you are.

Gentry and friend (I had two man cubs in the house) were so loud and wild. I was amazed. Gentry was good, for a while and then towards the end he turned into... Well a gelatinous ball of tears and stubborn buggers. He would not share. He would lay on his toys so the friend could not play with them. He was just a little meanie.

I started to threaten him that he needed to share or his friend was going to have to go home. The friend, not wanting to go home, started giving more toys to Gentry. He was bringing his sacrifice to the altar and the Gentry from on high was not happy with the offering.

To bad for Gentry the master of the house was not up for dealing with it. I slapped a pull-up on his little bottom and put him in bed.

Now I must go and shower and wash the grime off my body. I don't want these ladies to throw up this evening from the lovely waftings of B.O. and buggers and tears.

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my resolutions
:: open an etsy shop / use my gocco machine ::
:: keep exercising ::
:: get over my fear of being pregnant ::
:: do a homemade Christmas and start now so that I am not frantic at the end ::
:: figure out a way to keep the the little guy happy, the check book balanced and toilets clean ::

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Does anyone need a semi-used three year old?

Can sing alphabet. Can put puzzles together. Knows the letters H, T, A. Eats very little food. Can entertain himself for quite long stretches of time. Nearly potty trained.

Oh, nevermind.

I like him (most of the time).

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Today there was head butting of neighbors, kicking of care givers, and yelling of semi-obscenities to all surrounding parties.

Also, lots and lots of chocolate.

It was a good day. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

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g - Mom, Dad is married to Giselle.
m - Oh. Who am I married to than?
g - You are married to me.


m - Gentry, we are going to go and see Santa at the gym (community center) tonight!
g - Oh! is he exercising?


On the day of mass expulsion when my mom came over.
m - Gentry, who is at the door?
g - SANTA!


m - This is Mary and Baby Jesus and his dad Joseph.
g - No, this is Mary and Baby Joseph and his dad Joseph Smith.


g - Mom, I am a big guy with little hands. Can you open the dvd for me?


g- Dad, you are my bestest friend.
He then laid his head on jj's shoulder.

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You amaze me everyday.

You informed me yesterday that cutie oranges are delicious. You actually said that.

You also ripped the head off a dinosaur in the library book. I told you when we got home you would get a time out for being so naughty. When we got home you went and sat in timeout without me even reminding you.

You hold my hand lately. Your little fingers wrapped around one of mine, it makes my heart jump. I would walk to the end of the world like that. You also like to hold my hand when we are in the car. So I hold one of your legs while your toys use it as a hill to jump off or as a spider to jump on. Once in a while you will put your hand on mine and pat it or just rest it on mine. It is such a simple movement.

I cannot imagine life without you.

You have made me.

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I have never talked to Gentry about shots before. I just don't bring it up and by not addressing this, I assume that he is not out shooting heroine. I also assume that he not going and getting immunizations when I have my eyes closed.

A couple days ago he had his three year check up and we discussed all my concerns. By all my concerns I mean, my concerns. I managed to squeeze in some questions about Gentry so I didn't sound completely self-centered. But lets get this straight. Gentry is concerned with Spiderman, becoming Spiderman and cookies. I, however, have concerns of my own. About my life and the amount of crap I let in. So I had some concerns worth discussing. The doctor said to follow my heart, and I am. I feel good about my decisions.

After the discussion, the nurse walked in and said, "Time for a shot!" Like it was now time to pull a chocolate coated Spiderman with nougat center from her hat. Like, are you ready for the happiest time of your young life? Gentry was not fooled and proceeded to climb the walls, shrieking-and-cavorting-Spiderman-style. He has never been so scared in his life and I don't know who told him that shots were near death and that the Green Goblin was actually going to come and pull his head off and throw it into a burning building. But lets just say the tantrum that followed was incredible. Spectacular. An A++ as far as tantrums go.

I bribed him with french fries and tried to distract him with a book that was not about Spiderman. He was still not fooled.

He was so upset about being poked by the nurse he would not let me put his pants back on. He then proceeded to inform me that he is no longer in need a mother. I had turned on him and let someone poke him with a needle. For obvious reasons, he thought he could so a much better job that I do.

As we were driving home, I told him that Peter Parker got poked by a spider and it turned him into Spiderman. I could hear the little hampsters in his mind churning. I told him that sometimes we have to get shots so that we can be strong like Spiderman.

Today, he told me that he got poked like Spiderman. I think he is expecting the change any minute now.

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I have not mentioned before, but Gentry and I are part of a preschool swap thing. He is gone for an hour and a half every Monday and Wednesday. For this I pay the price of having to teach once a month. Not bad really, except that it is not really once a month. It is twice every other month. Still not bad right?

Except, who sends their children to preschool with boogers smeared clear across their face. "How nice to see you!" I say, then shut the door and vomit on all offending slime covered children. "Come get a kleenex and wipe your face please," I say. More boogers are added to the dense sludge cake. Must run to bathroom to vomit a little more.

AND THEN! Then I have to wipe some other persons nose and hands and get all offending boogers out of the house. Which gets me all a twitching in my eye.

Then while the nice little girls are singing songs, there are two boys acting like beached whales on my couch. All flopping and groaning and leaking saliva. Only one of these boys was mine and I am not the sweet teacher or the kind and gentle mother. I am the mean one with the ruler and the board with the holes and I swatted them hard. Or being translated, I put them in opposite corners and made them have a timeout so we girls could continue singing about stars and buses and farmers.

I eventually gave up with teaching these pre-pubescent pre-kindergarten pre-potty trained toddlers anything and turned on the tv and we watched Super Why. I knew the tv would turn them nearly comatose and that is a state of toddlerhood I rather enjoy, especially when there are 6 of them here.

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I went to lunch with my mom yesterday. Gentry came along and talked about when he got married in the Salt Lake Temple. He brought all this up. He said Salt Lake Temple. I asked him who he married and he said he got married. But he said that I was there and I was a princess.

Here is the thing. I wore a tiara at my wedding. I guess he is old enough that he could look at the pictures and figure out I was married at the temple and wore a tiara. But the fact that he talked about a specific place and told me what I looked like amazed me and made me wonder if maybe more was running through his little mind than just the pictures.

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Maybe I should start paying attention and documenting this. I could get really creative.

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:: tried so hard to give him a nice hair cut ::

:: trying to defeat the constant motion ::

:: final results :: razor 1 makayla 0 ::

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I recently made a friend on Flickr. We did a swap. I sent her all sorts of Oriental treats from a market downtown and some fancy doggy treats for her dog. She sent me all this. I feel a little ashamed of the meager amount that I sent her. I will have to send some more.



Also, this afternoon I put the boy down for his nap an hour early because he was being so grumpy. He was fine for a while and then he started to yell for me. I did not go in for half and hour and when I finally did, he was naked. Not a stitch of clothing was even slightly attached to him. Not even a diaper. I could not help but laughing at him. Encouragement. Somehow I know this will not be the last time. I hope he doesn't start peeing on everything. That might be the next logical step though.

Get naked.

Throw all clothing out of bed.

Throw all toys, blankets and pillows out of bed.

Now what?

Hmmm.

Now what?

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:: protection :: it comes in many forms ::

:: hugs + kisses ::
:: my silly boy ::

:: the smell of rain ::

:: little boys who listen ::

:: making new friends ::

:: being wanted :: being needed ::

:: life is beautiful :: vega4 ::

:: these pom-poms :: elephants + goats :: these boxed cards :: good photography :: real portraits :: angel faces :: tender moments ::

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We set out this morning to take care of the weeds that are taking over the alley between our house and the neighbors. They aren't knee high yet and it rained last night so I thought I would be able to tackle this in an hour or two. Turns out that is not the case. My weed puller has mysteriously disappeared.

And the weed pulling gets a little bit challenging when you have to yell at a little boy every two minutes.

Stop throwing rocks at the neighbors house. Stop throwing rocks down the window well. Stop throwing rocks. Stop sucking on rocks. Stop eating dirt. After a brief dry heaving episode, we continued. Stop sucking or rocks. Stop biting wood chips. Don't throw dirt at me.

Luckily for all it got really cold again and started to rain.

I wouldn't trade this. I love a little distraction and entertainment while I work.

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When do they turn from babies to little kids? Is it over night or a progression?

When did he learn to love me in return? How does he know that I can make his owies better? When he is sick or hurt, why is that my greatest hurt?

I think that I am not alone in the fierce protection I feel for him. I think there are those who feel the same about me. We are always someones baby. All grown up and doing my own thing, sometimes you need a hug from your mom. Sometimes, no matter how different you are or become, it all melts away and you feel the unconditionalness of that connection.

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I think it finally sunk into today, as the boy went flying from his stroller onto the ground smacking his elbow and forehead on the sidewalk, that I am the mother of a rough and tumble little boy. And that yesterday was probably not our last trip to the emergency room. Since it was his second for the year I am hoping it is the last for the year, or at least a little while.

Here's to having little boys and Elmo band aids making things better.

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Don't touch that it is VERY fragile. Put that back. Put it back. Put it down. Don't throw things. Don't throw them at me. Stop running. Don't hit me. Don't hit the wall. Don't hit.

Get the screwdriver out of your nose. Where did you get a screwdriver? You may not have a screwdriver with your big plate of air for lunch. Where did you get a screwdriver, I thought I put it away with the handgun and the machete. If you eat lunch, I will let you play with a screwdriver or possibly a small hand held rake or a really sharp knife. Those are the best sort of bribes, the ones with a little danger involved.

Done with dinner. Fine. Go play with your toys. The big plate of air has given him a jump in energy and he starts his evening of swimming laps in the kitchen. That is where the longest stretch of virgin terrain exists.

As I am about to leave for my very favorite book club, the club that I faithfully attend. He falls and splits his lip open and gets a bloody nose. His lip swells to a quarter the size of his head and there is blood. The kind of blood that makes me a little woozy and the kind that we don't like to get on the carpet.

What is that you say? You have a dagger in your heart? Well get off the carpet, I am not going to be paying THAT carpet cleaning bill.

A series of calls ensue to mothers, doctors and ask a nurse; which I really appreciate being there at all hours of the day to ask my first time mother insane questions of. Does he need stitches? Of course no one knows with out having a look at him and so we head up to Primary Children's Medical Center. Where they tell us that they don't put stitches in the mouth unless you have bitten off your tongue or only bitten it off half way. This is good to know.

We head home with the most expensive sprite, stickers and neosporin samples on the planet. For the rest of the night we should be safe. Maybe he is hiding the screwdrivers in his bed.

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Playing trains. Notice King Tut in the lower corner.

My, my, my. Who do we have here? This guy looks so much like my HOA president, we have named him to match and Gentry now calls him his name.

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We got up early and went for a hike with my mom and her boyfriend and Tazia. The hike was Adam's Peak and it is near Cherry Hill, is that Ogden? Maybe Layton. Anyway, I carried Gentry in the pack on the way up. He was really cute and kept yelling to everyone. "Keep going." "Big rocks." "REALLY BIG ROCKS!" One time he yelled to my mom and asked what she was doing, she told him that she was hiking. She asked him what he was doing, he said, "I'm a backpack." At the top of the hike we sat and ate and let Gentry play around a little bit, but it was really steep and there was a river right next to us.


One the way back down, jj carried Gentry. jj is a mountain goat. He practically ran down the mountain, like Cronk with Yzma (eezma) on his back. Spinach puffs anyone. He practically had his own theme music.

Later we had friends come over to eat dinner and die eggs. That was fun. They have a cute little girl a year younger than Gentry. They fought and played and played and fought. Normal kids. Gentry did most of the fighting, she just wanted to follow him around and do what he was doing.



We made bunny eggs. It was Martha's idea.

Peek-a-boo.

Easter baskets with lots of treats from the Asian Market. Happy Easter

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:: being safe ::

:: naps for me and the boy ::

:: remembering one year ago ::

:: and two years ago ::

:: learning to be an adult :: trying to be a good and smart parent ::

:: pulling out the summer clothes :: basking the the just warm enough sun :: leaving the windows open :: digging :: finding rocks and sticks all over the house that little hands have brought in ::

:: singing about alligators :: ernie on the moon :: itsy bitsy spider :: bumble bee :: rubber ducky ::

:: new friends for me and gentry :: watching to little bodies run around the yard ::

:: this suitcase ::

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:: when we asked him what she was doing, he said she was loving ::

:: spending time in Logan :: taking relaxing walks while holding little hands or bodies ::

:: driving home in a misty blue storm ::

:: ikebana flower arranging :: this one and this one also ::

:: Dado Cubes ::

:: play with me mom :: dig with me mom :: chase me mom :: hold you ::

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My, my. What do you have here? Could it be bananas in little boy slippers?

Obviously, where else would you keep them? This is similar to the time I found my clog full of raisins, somehow I prefered the clog filling more than this.

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Trying to thwart anymore attempts at black eyes.

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:: the idea of the boy eating actual food ::
:: the book that may make it happen ::
:: boots like superman that can help you fly to the things you want ::

:: mangoes ::
:: the sun coming out to warm me ::
:: warm little bodies to snuggle with ::
:: going outside to play ::

Labels: I love, Intake, One Day, Squishy

Remember this lady.

I want to keep going to the playgroup, but I am getting frustrated with other moms abilities to watch their kids, or lack there of.

One child at the play group was putting hula hoops around other kids necks and pulling them over. He is like five, everyone else is two-ish.

What do I do about this? What if the mom's are not punishing their kids? Do I just give up and stop going? What do you guys do when people are mean to your kids? It is so frustrating to me. Can I tell other peoples kids what to do?

Also, I put Gentry in the daycare at my gym for an hour this morning while I worked out. He came back with an extension to his black eye. It now extends down his cheek and is really blue. Several people asked me what is wrong with his face today. I did not beat him. I wouldn't. Do I let the gym know that my son came back with a huge bruise on his face today or is that just part of leaving kids in daycare?

Labels: One Day, Squishy

I get the child food. It's what I do, it is almost what I live for. The other day I was getting him some completely nutritious and natural snacks out of the pantry, Hershey Kisses.

To reward me for my kindness he came over and bit me on the butt. It didn't really hurt, it mostly just scared me. But I yelled at him because I was startled by the pincer in an unexpected area