Bloody Vampire

Since it's Halloween and all!

BLOODY

Wonder Boy managed to obtain his FIRST major BOO-BOO this past weekend! By "major" I mean, bloody boo boo dripping all over the carpet, through the hallway, and into the bathroom. He was out in the garage watching (admiring) his daddy work on his mechanical monsters, when he decided to put something in my car (coins I think), and afterwards, shut the door on his finger - ouch!

I was putting the baby to nap when I heard frantic hubby and sobbing son in the bathroom. He cried and cried and cried....

Me: Honey, so tell mommy what happened?

Him: [crying] I don't
know....I.... I ..... I..... I can't think RIGHT NOW [crying louder]

more small talk to try to calm him down.... blah blah blah

Him: [still crying] mommy, it HURTS, I....I......I..... I don't know
what to do with
myself!

It's painful to watch him hurt, but the words coming out of his mouth were
almost too hilarious that I had to hide my chuckle!

VAMPIRE

So it turns out that the "normal" order for teeth growth starts with the two bottom, then the two top, then the next two bottom, and the next two top.

Wonder baby had been teething for as long as I can remember. He's always been a drooly baby who always wants to chew on stuff! But the first signs of teeth breaking in didn't come until just a few weeks ago. And boy are they coming!

But get this, right now, he's got 3 bottom out, 4th one almost out. Then totally skipped the 2 front teeth, and went on with the 3rd ond 4th. Lookie:



Just in time for Halloween!

So for now, I am calling him "FANGS"!

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Love Thursday: I love this season

I love the hot weather, the tank tops, and the flip flops.

And although I hate driving in the rain, I love this season just as well. I love the cold crisp air, the holidays, snowboarding, christmas shopping, and dessert baking.

Honestly, I am feeling quite festive already.

A little bit overwhelmed, but festive.

The fall and winter seasons' a big event in our family. Just in the next three and half months we will be celebrating Halloween, Thanksgiving, Wedding Anniversary, Christmas, New Year's, wonder baby's 1st Birthday, and wonder boy's 4th Birthday!

So yeah, just a little bit overwhelmed.

But festive.

And I love this season!

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On Grooming

Wonder Boy: Mama, why do you have spots on your face?

Me: Oh honey, those are pimples.

Wonder Boy: Why?

Me: I get them sometimes, um, maybe once a month I get a few

Wonder Boy: Oh.

(reaching over to touch my face now)

Wonder Boy: Oh mommy, you have hair on your face too! You get that
sometimes TOO?

You see, grooming is something never to be taken for granted, specially when you have a 3-yr old child in the house - they are THE most honest little people, and they will tell it like it is!

Baby Clothes

I must've spent half a day this past weekend cleaning out the boys' room. Piles and piles of laundry stacked up on the bed, piles that I've been ignoring for a good two weeks or so. There I was, sitting in the middle of my son's day bed, almost lost in the piles, when it suddenly occurred to me, why oh why, have I been trying to shove this chore aside.

Besides that I'm lazy and I'm tired all the time.

I've been just trying to push it aside, because, I hate-hate-hate putting away baby clothes. And I don't mean putting away the clothes into their specific drawers. I meant putting AWAY baby clothes in boxes, to be given away, or shipped away, never ever to be seen again.

Hubby and I are in total complete agreement with the fact that we are done having babies. And so far, we've been able to put away stuff - the bassinet, the crib, and sometime this week, the infant carseat - without me shedding a single tear.

But the clothes, the baby clothes, it's a whole different territory.

I quickly went through the newborn, 0-3, 3-6, 6 months, 9 months, and now that he's almost outgrowing his 12 month-size clothing, it is hitting me hard. My baby, my not so little tiny baby, has quickly grown out of infancy. And now that he's growing teeth, crawling, and standing, and trying so hard to take a step, I just want to scoop him up in my arms, and let him fall asleep on my chest, like when he first came home with us, not so long ago.

You see, with wonder boy, I was excited about every new milestone up ahead, excited about the newer, bigger, cuter clothes, with dinosaurs and cars and trucks for big boys. But this time around, with wonder baby, I just want him to stay little for as long as he could. His baby breath, his chubby arms and hands, his thunder thighs, his baby side burns, his baby powdery scent that sometimes gives me chills down my spine.

I want it.

And I'm holding on to it.

Although I know that his babiness is not going to be here forever. One day, sooner than later, he's going to walk, talk, and have a mind of his own.

He's not just going to walk, but he will probably run away from me and I will have to chase him sometimes. He's not just going to talk, but one day, he's also going to talk back to me, and it will pierce my heart. He's not only going to have a mind of his own, but he's going to make some decisions that will be against mine, and I will have to let him learn his own lessons, even if it eats me up alive.

One day.

Someday.

But not today.

Because today, I will hang on to the little baby clothes, even if it means, cluttering his drawers, and closet, and the laundry hampers. Even if it means, it's going to take me an extra 2 minutes just to figure out what to put on him or which ones actually fit him now. Even if it means that some days, I'm going to get irritated because why oh why can't I shut his drawer closed, and in the midst of being upset with myself, I will probably forget and wonder why didn't I put the small clothes away in the first place!

Yes, even if it means all of that.

His baby clothes.....they're mine, and i want it, and I'm holding on to it.

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Scrappy Friday

I have to fess up - I have been partially ignoring my blog lately because I have been busy croppin and shoppin for my renewed love for scrapbooking! It's good and bad I guess. Good because I love the art therapy, and even more, the finished product. Bad, because I haven't done much chores around the house lately because the only free time I get - usually when the boys are asleep - I spend cropping. Plus, I've been to Michael's twice this week and to JoAnn's twice as well. With that said, time and money = happy sane me!

So just to catch up with what's been going on in my life lately, I'm going to (shame on me) do bullets:

• Wonder boy is writing his letters really well, his whole name almost legible and most importantly did not cry or fuss during morning drop-off's to preschool ALL WEEK LONG. I think we've solved the problem, and Houston, we are coming home!

• Wonder Baby is being more active than ever. Fearless, independent, brave child of mine, who this week alone, must've fallen on his butt, face, and body a million times, and that hasn't stopped him. He's even tried climbing our stairs (successfully reached second step up), so I had to put the gate back up.

• I have skipped kickboxing ALL WEEK LONG and feel really guilty, and even worse - BLOATED!


• I have a load of recorded shows on my dvr because I have spent my evenings ditching my husband to go upstairs and play with my scraps. So I'm hoping to catch up on tv watching this weekend.


• My list of projects, ideas, and to do list are just getting longer and longer and I'm afraid that I'm in over my head, but what the heck, at least I have a list!

Maybe it's old age, or maybe it's just me, but it seems like the days are shorter and the weeks are flying by with a blink of an eye.

Oh well, at least it's Friday!

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Love Thursday: my bff

Rochelle, who turned 34 yesterday. Who became my friend when she was 14, twenty years ago! Lost her somewhere in between, and found her again in 2002. According to Meredith from Grey's Anatomy, we all need "a person". Lucky for me, she IS "my person". The one who I can talk to about anything and everything. The one who I HAVE to talk to about anything and everything. I only wish that she wasn't all the way in Maryland, because life would probably be so much different if she were down the street.

But anyhow, near or far, she's always just a phone call away, and near my heart.

Happy love thursday to all, and Happy Birthday to you my bff!

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THE Concert - NKOTB

More pictures HERE

New Kids on the Block reunion concert.

I cannot even believe that here I am, 20 years later, and found myself screaming my heart out for the fabulous 5! Oh, how I loved seeing Joey McIntyre!!!!

Even more, how I loved feeling like a 13-yr old all over again. How free, how easy, how simple life was back then - no bills, no kids, nobody to worry about except for me and the NKOTB posters in my room.

Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to rewind and do it all over again. I just loved the flashbacks it gave me. I love my kids more than anything in this world, and although I hate hate hate doing the bills, I am thankful that I have a job that pays the bills, the same job which helped me get up in the penthouse suite to begin with!

TGI FRIDAY!

Weekends haven't been this exciting for me for a very long time.

Tonight is THE big concert - New Kids on The Block - for FREE, in our corporate suite, with food and alcohol. I cannot even believe that here I am, 20 years later, and i'm getting really giddy about seeing them!

Then Saturday morning, mi familia is going on a ROAD TRIP for the very first time, with us 5. Driving down the scenic 101 to Pismo Beach and spending one night in a luxurious ocean view suite.

Fun, fun, fun!

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Bad dream

For the first time ever (i think), Wonder Boy had a nightmare.

him: mommy, I dream that there were monsters in our house

me: what kind of monsters?

him: ummmm, green and blue and white and red and white monsters

me: wow! that's a colorful monster bunch

him: yeah

me: so what did the monsters do?

him: they laughed with scary monster laugh

me: oh?

him: yeah, like BWAHAHAHAHA

me: that is scary

him: I don't want to go to sleep ever again.... i don't want to dream monsters again mommy!

me: oh honey, it just so happened that I forgot to tell you "sweet dreams" last night

him: did you tell me "bad dreams"?

me: no, nobody says have a bad dream!

him: ok, next time I sleep don't forget to tell me sweet dreams... k

me: ok

Keeping my fingers crossed that the "sweet dreams" bid works for a while. Because I don't know what I'd say to him the next time he has a nightmare and refuses to go to sleep!

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1-800-222-1222

.... is the number for Poison Control.

.... and OMG for the first time EVER - we had to call it!

I was putting the baby to bed last night when I heard hubby frantically say to wonder boy "OMG, do not eat that!".... a pause.... "here drink some water" (still frantic).

I go to the kitchen to find an almost hysterical husband who is trying to stay calm. Apparently, the boy ate, or at least tried to eat, the inside of those gel packets that you find in almost anything and everything.

The gel packet that clearly states "DO NOT EAT!". The gel packet which I have shown to the boy over and over and over again, and have told him not to eat. But if you haven't noticed, we are in the midst of a late-terrible-threes phase, so I guess he felt like he just HAD to just give it a try anyways.

So while hubby was calling THE NUMBER, I was holding the baby while trying really hard to keep calm. I stayed calm while he was on the phone. The phone call was short and brief, but was probably the longest phone call ever. Because all I wanted to do was to scream, curl up in a fetal position, and suck on my thumb!

And still I stayed calm.

Poison control said it was ok. If anything, those gel thingees are more of a choking hazard, not a poisonous hazard.

WHEW!

I hope to never have to call that number again.

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Love Thursday: love for art therapy

After completing wonder boy's manila folder homework, a sudden urge to scrap is slowly creeping up to me. But I keep shoving it, and blocking it, and denying it... like, who's got time for that? I don't even have money to go shopping for crafts anymore! homework or scrapbook?

But clearly, I need to just open my arms and embrace it, because it is something that I love. And maybe, just maybe, art therapy is what I need to get to my place of zen once again.

So, maybe I'm not a scrapbooking drop-out after all, just on hiatus.


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Can't believe it's already October

And what a good 1st day of the month it is!

• Baby boy turns 8-months old today
• Wonder boy had a wonderful day at school
• I had about 8 hours of sleep last night (seriously!)

and finally

• I got 2 FREE tickets to see NKOTB next weekend!

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