Thursday, August 29, 2013
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Jack is at this age where everything is his way. Everything is no, no, no. I find myself constantly just lecturing him and scolding him. Don't do that. Be gentle. Be nice. What did I say? Time out. Time out. Time out.
It's at a point where giving him a time out is so stupid that he just sits there but then will still do the exact thing an hour later.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Sometimes he will tell me that he's not tired but tells me this with one eye open. This kid is fighting his sleep and he'll tell me somewhat defiantly "I'm not tired". Yes you are. "No I'm not!"
Monday, July 29, 2013
I had the crappiest day at work. It started with a client stating that she never got my emails, yet she was responding back to an email I just sent her. Nice try lady.
I went to eat lunch at the park and that was a big mistake. I saw all these little kids running around with their friends, with their moms. I realized what an absent mom I am. Working. Coming home late. Never took them out to a park with friends. They have gone to a park with me before, but I don't even know what kind of friends my kids have. This made me feel like shit and was so lonesome for my little guys at that point.
I realized now is the time to win the lottery. Then I will have a chance to quit working. I'm young enough. I think I still have the energy to be with my kids and run around the park like those park moms do.
I went back to work to only get yelled at by two different people on the phone for two completely stupid reasons. Bullshit is what I thought when I was being reamed. This is effin Bullshit. The last call made me cry so hard that my shoulders shook. Then I got really pissed at that idiot lady for making me crumble on the phone. JERK. MEANWHILE, she's in a coffee shop making this call. I feel sorry for any barista that she comes across that doesn't make her mocha latte just right.
I thought of my sweet boys and how their lives from now on will forever be changed as having two parents who work full time. I have friends who had parents that worked separate shifts-daytime one parent, nighttime another parent. I thought how horrible that is and how lucky we have been to have had every night together as a family.
Now our lives are about to change dramatically and I still hate the fact that I work, or that money still matters for some reason. Why can't we live by the honor system? I promise to be a good tenant, then I can live for free right ? You don't really need money for rent right? Property taxes? Isn't that kind of outdated? For what do we work so hard for? Clothes, food. Again, all can be acquired through the bartering system. Let's bring that into fashion again!
I work to provide for my family, not to say that I saved the world by providing a great website. You, idiot lady. You are making me second guess the only good job that I have come across.in a long time and I hate you for that. I guess if I can find something that makes me feel good about what I do, at the same time gives me enough money to feed my family and allows me to be with my family more than just the measly 58 hours a week, then I'll be good in life.
And to that ridiculous lady that made me cry today at work, I say this. I bet I can make a better arroz con pollo than you.
Monday, July 1, 2013
Friday, June 21, 2013
The whole night was full of interruptions. He would wake up every 10 minutes. Telling me that he had a dream. He had a good dream. He had a bad dream. It went on and on. I kept telling him that he can't tell me his dreams any more since it is so early in the morning. I kept telling him that he needed to sleep and that he needed to stop thinking of whatever was making him feel bad. By the 4th time I told him this, he finally started to fall asleep. Now I started to hear his heavy breathing.
But now I couldn't sleep. By this point we were doing this whole song and dance for almost two hours and I was just laying there.
My mind was distracting me. It was telling me that I had to go to the bathroom. I never go in the middle of the night but tonight of all nights I needed to get out of bed. I kept listening to the sounds outside. A freight train was rolling non-stop. I think we are about a mile away from the tracks. But I heard the train as if it was outside right underneath my windows. I kept hearing creaks outside. At this point I was cursing the suburbs. And all of its creepy noises at night.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
I took my son to the park on Saturday morning and he sees this kid and immediately runs over to him. Hey let me see your shirt!! my son said excitedly. I am not sure what my son's response was to the shirt but he looked and then just ran away at that point. I think the kid was wearing a typical Angry birds shirt. One of the many dozen angry birds shirt that my son doesn't have.
The kid then goes over to his buddies and says " Keep that kid away from me. He will ask to look at your shirt and then he will tell you that he doesn't like it. He's weird."
That last part stung me. My mind told me to back off, this is not the first time that Jack will encounter little snots like this kid on the park, and it will not be the last. My heart however wanted to march right over to the kid, tell him that I am that "weird kid's " mom and tell him he has the worst manners on the planet. I am sure if I did that, then I would become the "weird mom on the park who can't take kids being kids and will hunt your kids down if they say something bad to her kid." Bring it suburban moms. I grew up in the city. That alone should make you back off.
alright, easy there.
My heart broke knowing that this can happen to Jack, but maybe only next time someone might say it to his face. My Jack at this point in life doesn't really care if kids don't want to play with him sometimes, but he will understand someday. I couldn't enjoy myself that morning. I was feeling so sad for my son, and tried at best to keep him away from the park instigator. As we walked home, I did have a conversation with Jack on how to introduce yourself to new people, always say hi first, followed by a "do you want to play?" Maybe saying let me see your shirt is a good intro too, but never tell the kid that you don't like it. Although my kid is a huge angry birds fan, so why would he tell the kid he didn't like it? Park instigator has bad manners and is a liar!!!!
As I told this story to my husband later on, he laughed about it. Which made me feel a little better and also made me realize that I was boiling so much for an incident that Jack never knew took place. It wasn't even an incident, just something one kid said, only once.
I am not sure what to do if this happens again, do I just sit back, watch kids being kids and have my son learn to stand up for himself should such words are thrown at him? Or do I walk over, and tell the kid that has the worst manners in all history and that he should go to charm school?
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Friday, May 31, 2013
Monday, May 13, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
But I need to strengthen up, be a strong mom! How can I be the strong mom when my kid comes to me in tears? Just seeing that my kids are upset for some reason breaks me in two, as I always want them to have the best and brightest memories ever. Not possible, I know, but I think my sentimental meter gets another notch or two every time we see a Disney movie.
I know there are a lot of you out there that when you read this, you will be nodding your head and saying "Exactly!! This is why I cry too at this part!" At least I hope you will so I am not alone in this.
1. Toy Story 3 Final Goodbye Scene
1. Special thanks to the director of this movie, Lee Unkrich, for turning around a very dismal scene in which the toys were almost burnt to a crisp to the most bittersweet scene in which the toys get a new life with the little girl Bonnie.
2. An uber thanks to Randy Newman, for creating a sweet heart wrenching soundtrack to this final scene. Every violin made me cry a bit more.
2. Lion King
3.Disney 50 Animated Movies
Once again relating this to my sons. The bonus is to see Jack get excited over every Disney movie in this clip that I loved as a child. Sentimental value galore.
4. Tangled Paper Lanterns
5. Up- Carl and Ellie
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Jack is now the super ultimate Star Wars fan.
We were ecstatic when we found out Charlie was a boy, now we don't ever have to buy clothes for the second kid. EVER!! Any new clothes that we buy is just for Jack . For Charlie, it is hand me downs from now on. It was great for me because I got to re-live all the cute little onesies for Charlie. My favorite was this blue onesie from Carters. It had a simple "Woof" on it with a picture of a dog. Another favorite one was a light blue onesie that just had little designs of dogs, doghouses, bones and paw prints all over. I loved that onesie and I loved seeing my boys wear them. I love the Carters brand too. Any design they place on t-shirts or onesies just makes you want to buy 100 of them, just so when your kids wear them, people can go, OH how adorable!!! Then they would ohh and ahh over your kid and you would think to yourself " They are in love because 1. my kids are beautiful and 2. the clothes they wear are adorable. Thanks Carters!
My little Charlie is growing up so fast now. He is quickly outgrowing the old baby clothes and my heart tears just a bit when there is a certain item of clothing that I have to put away because now Charlie doesn't fit into it. A friend of mine had a boy recently and although I am super happy to give the boy's clothes over to her, it also makes me a bit sad that giving away those clothes means a little bit of their baby life is soon ending. No more little doggie onsies. Charlie is now getting into the 2T phase!!! Which means that he will soon start wearing the tshirts that Jack wore of Buzz and Woody and Thomas the Tank Engine. Where did that time go of my little baby wearing sweet PJ's with little duck faces or rattles? Silly isn't it? Getting sentimental over a tshirt or pants? Maybe it's not the tshirt per se, but really the memory of being the new mom and holding your little son for hours without doing much. Those days were nice.
I am reminded every day of how Charlie is a big kid, especially with the 10 teeth that are coming in right now. He also lets us know that he is a big kid by climbing up the sofa, somewhat attempting to jump off the sofa because he sees his big brother do it and drinking from a cup as the adults do. I can't complain too much, because for every moment that I wish I can relive from their infanthood, I now have moments where both of my kids say " Mama" ever so sweetly.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Here is the original trio of grandkids from the Morowczynski side of the family- from left to right, Frannie, Charlie and Jack.
My sister in law just had her little twins on March 20, thus making them #4 and #5 in the family.
I love that in this little trio, they each have their own special title.
Frannie - the first granddaughter into the family.
Charlie - was the baby of the family for about 17 months before the little twins came on board. Now Charlie is the middle grandchild. Hey Charlie, middle children unite! You and I hold a special title together.
Jack - the first grandchild, the first grandson into the family and is the quiet and strong leader of the pack.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
A preschool graduation is upon us come May.I know it is not such a big deal, but when I think that my kid will now be going to school for the next 12 years, that is a big deal.
This is tough stuff. We always had this kid that would have the easy life of watching TV, eating cheese and crackers as a snack, and then throwing in some train layouts. He will still have the easy life of a kindergartener, but then 1st grade rolls around, 2nd etc. Then we will have an 8th grader, getting ready for high school. Hopefully by then he will have at least eaten a carrot or some pea pods.
My little guy is growing up. He loves the bedtime stories still and he is becoming this great big brother where he will just look at Charlie and say " Come here you!" and give Charlie a massive big hug that brothers are always known to give.
I hope that as time rolls on, life as a working parent gets a bit easier. I wish I can be in a place where I don't have to wake up so early to travel an hour and a half to get to work, and travel another hour and a half to get home. I get home late sometimes, I see my guys only for an hour or two. Where has the time gone? At work, worrying about what the next great big gig is. The next great big gig is here, with Jack growing up.
I need to be present more and I can't always worry about cleaning up as soon as I get home or rushing him to brush his teeth at night. I guess I am giving myself a promise right here and now, to be in the moment and not wonder what is going to happen tomorrow, or even in 15 minutes from now. Because then Jack will be an 8th grader, going out with friends and the bedtime stories will be a memory.
Friday, March 15, 2013
1. Mama - sometimes it morphed into Nana in the beginning or saying Mamamamamamamamaaa .Then he started to say Mama, but it was just when he wanted to nurse. Now he just says Mama, Mama ,MAMA! to get my attention. When I say "what is it?" he then tells me "beisbrhgiusdngSdkjngSDbfdks" in pure adorable toddler jibberish that I love.
2. Papa - I cannot remember exactly where we where, but I was sitting with Charlie somewhere and he saw Brian come into the room. All of a sudden, he just blurted out Papa. I asked Brian if he heard and we tried to make him say it again, and he didn't. Now he does the Papa,papa, PAPA!! to Brian when he wants to tell him something in Charlie talk.
3. Doggie - It helps that there is a dog in the house to bring the word Doggie ingrained in Charlie's head. It also helped a lot that when Charlie woke up cranky sometimes, I would say " Look at the doggie!!" and he immediately cheered up and said "doggie!".
4. Agua - Yes, as in water in Spanish. Agua comes about when he wants to wash his hands, brush his teeth and take a bath.
5. Eyoo - Brian said this is Elmo, and Charlie said it when he was on the potty reading an Elmo book as his book of choice.
Let's not forget the regular Charlie words
These words we are still trying to figure out on what they exactly mean.
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