From Working Mom to WORKING Mom!

Well, I know it has been a while. We are in the full fledged "Terrible Twos" or what I used to call "Terrific Twos." Even I am having a hard time calling it the terrific twos this time around!  He is 200% stubborn and 100% a heavy weight. There is child-proof and then there is Isaiah proof. I am finding not many things are Isaiah proof. We have had to re-do many of our child-proofing techniques in our home. The child-proof knobs on our doors now have duct tape on them because he has figured out if he hits at it long enough the will eventually come off. Our sliding glass doors now have an extra double bolt lock on them because he knew how to unlock the regular lock (not hard) and went outside whenever he wants.

Even with all these extra measures in place brand new toys are still quickly dismantled at an alarmingly fast rate. Our car seats (in both cars) have been broken (granted the construction of the seats are ridiculous - styrofoam under the cushion) - seats that lasted just fine when his older brother used it. So, we bought a new car seat. One that will grow with him as it turns into a booster seat. The first day we used it. He unbuckled the harness buckle......REALLY???!

You Would Think I Would Learn


I received a couple of coupons in the mail for one of the grocery stores in town so I decided to go to the store and use them. I only had a couple of things to get....bringing the kids will be fine.  The kids were good. Noah helped put stuff in cart. Isaiah wanted to grab things as he always does but nothing I am not used to. As we neared the cash registers he was getting a bit antsy. Now let me back up. The cart he was in was the old-school type of cart where you open the front of the cart so the cashier can take all the groceries out.  As I pushed the cart to the counter, Isaiah decided to stand up and grab all of the toys and walk on the groceries. I grabbed him to get him down....but not without a fight. He wanted those toys, however I Mom won that battle. Score 1 for Mom.

I proceeded to give the cashier the coupon mailer (the whole reason we went to this store) and the cashier told me I could only use the coupons if the rest of the items I purchased equaled $10 (excluding the items with coupons). So I told her the items I would be leaving and taking - there was many BOGO free coupons so I wasn't going to get two if I couldn't get one for free. Not a big deal...things are still going pretty well. The cashier continued to unload the cart and as she picked up the box of spaghetti noodles the box opened and ALL the noodles fell to the floor, along with my jaw.  As I am totally embarrassed and just wanting to get out of there the two year-old proceeds to pick the noodles up and throw them in the air....it's a party after all!!  Well we got out of there pretty quickly after that (well after he decided to run away with an item we needed to pay for and I had to chase him down). I said after that trip. NEVER AGAIN.

How quickly I forget....because I did it again, yesterday. Things were going along fine until the kids wanted to help unload the cart. Wouldn't you know an entire jar of spaghetti sauce was dropped and splattered ALL OVER THE FLOOR.

Seriously, that is the last time. Never again...until later today when I have to run to Walgreens - they can't get it to too much trouble there.....right?!

To think we are only 2 months into being two and I know three does not hold much promise....oiy....I may have to join a support group.

Domestication is just not my "thing." As I have said before I have fought it tooth and nail. Cooking was one of the tasks I found myself to be domestically challenged. When I was in college I did as little as possible to cook, cereal was my favorite meal for breakfast, lunch and dinner. If I could pour it out of a box to make it that was great. If I just had to open and eat, even better.  Preparing uncooked food was disgusting to me...especially meat. In short...I detested cooking, not to mention I was a disaster in the kitchen.  Have you ever ruined Kraft Macaroni and Cheese? I have.  After college, it didn't change much (or at all really). I got married and my new husband soon realized that if he didn't want to starve he would have to learn to cook!!  Being a career woman and then eventually becoming a Mom didn't help matters. I had no idea how people worked full-time AND provided home cooked meals while maintaining a household and keeping their children in one piece. So, my husband continued his role as "Head Cook" and this was more than fine by me. During this time, our oldest son would ask his Dad what was for dinner and would be surprised if I actually made dinner.  I know there were people that wondered how in the world I got by without cooking and pitied him for having to cook. We made it work and it worked for us - he is a phenomenal cook by the way.