My kid likes to rock

My three year old only likes rock music. The faster and louder, the more yell-y, the better. I can’t even identify the artists, it’s so far out of my personal taste range. But I’ll flip through the radio, and he’ll say, “YEAH! That one!” He pulls up his lip exaclty like Billy Idol, although I’m positive he’s never actually seen Billy Idol, and start banging his head and playing air guitar.

Where does he get this?

So today, after one loud, yell-y song mercifully ended, I changed the radio station and “That’s What Friends are For” came on an easy listening station. He slumped over in his car seat and made the saddest face ever, like I just took all of his toys and was torturing him. Super dramatic.

I believe part of the love for cheesy rock comes from listening to many, many Power Rangers theme songs. They seem to mostly be of the cheesy rock pursuasion. I must admit, I love them too. Especially Mystic Force and Jungle Fury. Very catchy. Although, those two are newer and not really rock.

Why we love Harry

Our favorite CDs around the house are by Harry Connick, Jr., who I love with a white hot passion. Um, I mean, I think he’s pretty handsome. Anyway, we do a lot of dancing to Harry…here’s a little taste of my son’s dancing skills:

La Bump

Right now, my husband is shopping online for clothes for our son. He’s a little addicted to internet shopping, I think. He was asking me what sizes to get, and I had to say 4T! I can’t believe it. Of course, William isn’t wearing 4T yet, but David was buying him new shorts and t-shirts, and he’s wearing 2T’s now that are getting a little small, and soon, it won’t be time for shorts anymore, so these shorts will be for next summer. It’s funny, David asked, “should I get him 24 months?” Sheesh.

So anyway, I’m still not really feeling the pull to have a second baby. I mean, every once in a while when I hold a tiny baby, I remember how much I loved that part, but I’m not sure. The other thing that gets me thinking about new babies is baby clothes. Sweet little dresses and shoes and socks. Is it lame to want to have a girl for the clothes? The problem is that once that girl was about four, I’d be totally clueless. I’m not a girly girl, my mother was not a girly girl. I have no girly experience. I’d be a total failure as a mom to a girl. Well, not a total failure…she’d know about civic responsibility and books and musicals, but probably nothing about high fashion or shoes or hair styling. Oh yeah, I could also teach her quilting. And some good dance moves. I guess that’s not nothing.

Plus, there is the huge closet full of maternity clothes I still have. And all the baby stuff we’ve packed away for future use.

So anyway, the perfect marriage between my husband’s internet shopping problem and our enormous amount of baby stuff – whether we sell it or need more girl stuff – is a new site called La Bump. It’s similar to craigslist where people list stuff they have to sell or what they need to buy. Very cool concept. I’m looking forward to when its super popular and full of stuff. I highly recommend it to all mommies in need!

fall into fitness

Summer is almost over and we’re about to start our journey to being able to use the gym. I think this is going to involve going to the gym each day and sitting in the kid’s club (day care) for at least a half hour until my son is comfortable. I’m tempted to just get some fitness equipment in my house. In fact, we sold a treadmill a couple years ago!

But my kid needs socialization, so we’re going to suck it up. Even if it takes weeks! Its not like I’m working out now, anyway, what’s a few times of going to the gym and not working out? No biggie, right? Well, we’re waiting for summer to be over because then all the big kids will be back in school. Then the kid’s club won’t be full of fast and wild 7-10 year olds.

Any motivational words? I could use them. And a box of wine.

running

Did I tell you that I made it to the gym the other day? We got up on a Monday, had a small breakfast and headed to the newer gym that just opened near my house. I brought William to the kids club – their little babysitting facility, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the kids club at the new gym is almost twice the size of the one at the older gym. There were a lot of kids, but because of all the space, everyone seemed happy and occupied – coloring, playing dinosaurs, watching Dora. William walked right in, picked up a bull dozer and started playing. I headed out to the floor and had a nice 45 min. workout. I jogged and walked on a treadmill, used the ellipticals, did a bunch of crunches and girl pushups and stretched. It was wonderful.

I went to get William and he seemed happy, albeit ready to go.

The next day, we get to the gym and we’re heading into the main doors and he moves behind me and gives me a little shove, saying, “you go, mommy, I’ll stay here.” Um, what? Then he says, “I’m not going to the gym anymore.” We went inside anyway where he proceeded to scream and cry like I was pinching him or pulling his hair or something. Very dramatic.

Well, it’s not like gymnastics where we can just stay even though he’s crying. For the sake of the three care providers and the 10 or so other kids in the kids club, I felt obligated to get my crier out of there. Thereby giving in to his tantrum. Ugh.

My only option at this point is to go at night once my husband gets home. This plan is kind of crappy because I don’t ever feel like going at 8 pm and it’s very easy to make excuses.

Nonetheless, I’ve got some weight to lose…I need a plan.

oh, and one more thing

about all the toys. We’re a fairly green family. Except that my husband drives an hour to and from work and works for a water-bottling company. You can bet we recycle those bottles, but still.

We compost, we recycle everything, we use reusable bags instead of plastic bags – except to hold cat poop, we buy biodegradable (read “even more expensive”) diapers.

But the packaging on these toys we’re buying our kid are undoing all the good. Two layers of hard plastic surrounded by tons of cardboard, paper instructions, a box around the cardboard and plastic, steel ties (well, maybe not steel, but ridiculously hard to cut) around each toy that has to be sawed off with a chainsaw…I now make sure I have my camping knife with me when we go to Target. I also keep a box cutter in the car.

Crazy? If you think so, perhaps you’ve never had to open a Thomas the Train package.

I think the Europeans have the right idea. Because there are limits on the amount of trash you produce (you have to pay more if you need a bigger receptacle), stores will take all the packaging for you.

But really, if there weren’t so many thieves in this country, the packaging wouldn’t be so extreme.

alligator eyes

Overlooking his kingdomAs a family, we have alligator eyes and bird stomachs. Or bird bank accounts. Or a bird garage, that can’t possibly hold all the crap we buy our kid.

He often says, “Target is great!” You know what that means? It means we go to Target and buy toys TOO much. That kid is so spoiled. Today, we went to Toys R Us, and there was a sign on the wall when we walked in that said, “hurry, we have Wii’s in stock today!” I almost bought one.

My kid is 2. I don’t think he can play a Wii yet. I’m not sure why we don’t have any self control, except the fact that he’s such a good kid. He’s not bratty, he always says please and thank you, he genuinely loves all of his toys – for at least 10 minutes, anyway.

The other day, there was a garage sale down the street. The guy was selling off his Matchbox collection, and he had a huge box full of unopened matchbox cars. We bought a few, and left. William was thrilled. He played with those cars and trucks all day. My husband had a golf game that afternoon, and decided to stop back by the yard sale on his way to the course to see if there were any cars left. He gave the guy $40 and bought the whole box. There are probably 70 cars in that box.

What the hell are we going to do with all those cars?

We’ve been giving him a new car everyday. His “suprise” – he hasn’t seen the box, but he knows the suprise comes from the garage. Today, he said, “mom, let’s go in the garage and get a surprise.”

Crap. He’s onto us. Now, both Target and the garage are “great!”

Next, he’ll have a trampoline, a sandbox (even though there’s perfectly good dirt in the flower bed, a bigger plastic pool, a picnic table (have you seen the cute one at Target? With the bugs?)…you see where I’m going with this.

The poor house, that’s where.

nanny cams

I think if we ever do get a babysitter – we’re definitely going to get a nanny cam. So beware, all you would-be William watchers! This site as the coolest hidden spy camera stuff. Some of it is a little James Bond for me – like the bug finder…but some of it is awesome. A camera hidden in a non-working air freshener? A backpack, several different teddy bear models…so cool. I also really like the digital audio recorder. All I have to say is that babysitters who think the parents aren’t watching are DUMB. Turn on a TV, sometime!

Officially filed under “WTF!?!”

What is really going on here? Thank goodness for Jenny McCarthy and all the other parents who are keeping Autism under a spotlight.

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vacate, por favor

Well, we just returned from a mini vacation, and yet, I feel unrested and ready for another one.

Today was an interesting day in the world of parenting a 2 year old. Gymnastics started today – we were very excited, with my son saying, “nastics…cool!” all morning. So we go, and there are about eight other 2-3 year olds in the room, all with at least one parent. The teacher starts the music (itsy bitsy spider) for the warm-up. William and I go to sit on the mat in the circle, and he starts to wail. He squirms around and gets a death grip on my neck and won’t let any part of him touch that mat. And so, that is how we conducted our first gymnastics class…45 minutes of neck gripping and “let’s go door!” with him pointing fervently toward the exit.

Next, because gymnastics was considerably more stressful than I had imagined, we headed to his favorite park. We played happily in the pristine (raked twice a day!) sand with the bucket, shovel and castle for about 20 minutes. A cute little boy about William’s age wanders over and picks up his monster truck. No biggie – we start to all play together, and the boys mom comes over and we start chatting. She’s really nice, I tell her about gymnastics, she said she went through the same thing, etc.

Then William starts projectile vomiting chocolate milk and watermelon all over the perfect sand.

The nice lady says, “uh oh, he’s sick…come on honey, let’s leave him alone,” and they hightail it to the opposite side of the park. Meanwhile, William pukes two more times, soaking a good three square feet of sand. I frantically start scooping the pink sand into the buckets and carrying it over to the trash. 15 bucket and castle-fulls later, I believe the sand is once again kid ready.

He threw up one more time in the car as we were pulling into the driveway. Luckily, it stayed in the car seat. Then, he threw up crazy yellow bile after his nap. Scary stuff – this is the sickest he’s ever been (knock on wood!) We’ve been so lucky with sickness, we don’t even know how to act!

Anyway, he’s sleeping well now. No fever, just a little dehydrated and lethargic. Poor little guy.

I think there must be a lovely Pigeon Forge cabins with my name on it somewhere far far away.