I have had hot dog buns since Sunday with the goal of making hot dogs for dinner sometime this week. Monday my mom was watching the kids, so she made them dinner. So I figured Tuesday or Wednesday as I get home from work later and it would be a fast quick meal. So on Tuesday, I go into the freezer to grab some hot dogs to let them thaw a bit. I discover we have NO hot dogs. Normally I will decide that I want hot dogs and not have buns. I thought I was so prepared. Yea it backfired on me. So I was going to stop on my way home on Tuesday and grab some, but the thought of going out of the way and getting them was unappealing, so I decided on Chicken Pot Pie. It was a frozen dinner from Schwann's, which I will say we will never get again. They are small, not filling, and not that great tasting. Anyways, so I figured alright, I will get some on my way home on Wednesday. Well it was rainy and cold out and that made me not want to stop again. So we had Burger King. Now my logic is very much flawed here because I would rather go home, get the kids dressed, strap them both in their carseats, drive back to Burger King, which I passed on my way home, order, then unload the kids and unload the food. Yes, it makes no sense, but that's what I did. I didn't want my brothers girlfriend to have to stay there any longer than necessary since she is doing me a favor by watching the kids. Plus Zach was screaming!
So my goal was today to make these hot dogs. We already have some errands we have to fun, so I would just stop and get them. Well then my mom said that we can have dinner at her house and well you know what that sounds a lot more appealing to me. Maybe tomorrow night? Probably not. I am though determined to get the hot dogs and throw them in the freezer.
So I have successfully cooked 1 meal from scratch this week, heated 1 dinner this week, bought dinner 1 night, and will enjoy 2 nights of Mom's home cooking. It's hard to make dinner for two picky kids, 1 adult who will be present for dinner, and 1 adult who will have to reheat his dinner. How many more months before football is over????
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Screeching
Z-man has this issue with screeching, yelling, screaming, or whatever loud sound can come out of his mouth while he is playing with his toys. No matter how many times we try to tell him that he doesn't have to be quite as loud, I think that makes him just get louder. It is obnoxious. I can only imagine how many notes I am going to get from his preschool teacher or pulled aside when I pick him up to discuss his loudness. In all fairness, we are Italian. We don't know how to be anything but loud, but a little voice that just screeches can be somewhat obnoxious and very hurtful on the ears.
Our problem well other than the screeching is M's thinks this is hilarious and only ends up encouraging Z-man to continue to do so. She will also many times join right in. Now two kids, screeching equals me wanting to run out the freakin door.
We have tried so many different things to try and get him to stop but my son is stubbon and refuses to listen. You take away something, he will just find another toy to play with that will allow him to make another screeching noise. Heck he doesn't even need a toy. He will just walk up to our dogs and do so. Times out, he think are funny, and really does nothing to stop him from screeching. Taking away the toys, just leads to another toy being found. I keep telling him that they won't let him go to preschool if he continues to screech but I think secretly he doesn't care since somedays he tells me he isn't going anyways. I was thinking of getting a muzzle but I have a feeling someone might report me and knowing my kid he will find away to still screech. LOL! Obviously joking about the muzzle. I already looked they don't exist for kids. Okay really kidding!
Our problem well other than the screeching is M's thinks this is hilarious and only ends up encouraging Z-man to continue to do so. She will also many times join right in. Now two kids, screeching equals me wanting to run out the freakin door.
We have tried so many different things to try and get him to stop but my son is stubbon and refuses to listen. You take away something, he will just find another toy to play with that will allow him to make another screeching noise. Heck he doesn't even need a toy. He will just walk up to our dogs and do so. Times out, he think are funny, and really does nothing to stop him from screeching. Taking away the toys, just leads to another toy being found. I keep telling him that they won't let him go to preschool if he continues to screech but I think secretly he doesn't care since somedays he tells me he isn't going anyways. I was thinking of getting a muzzle but I have a feeling someone might report me and knowing my kid he will find away to still screech. LOL! Obviously joking about the muzzle. I already looked they don't exist for kids. Okay really kidding!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Football, Preschool, and more
Hubs finally started back at school, (in case you couldn't guess he's a teacher)and while it is nice for us to get back on some kind of routine, we have some major discipline issues that we are dealing with. Z-man is acting up quite a bit and it is very frustrating because all he wants is Daddy to play with. From the fighting with his sister, to the yelling/screaming, to the just downright disobeying, I swear I am going to pull all my hair out. I keep telling Hubs that our son will be the only child that gets kicked out of prechool because of his inability to just use his words. He has a great vocabulary and can totally articulate his thoughts, but sometimes he just likes to scream. It is beyond frustrating. I am hoping by next week that his behavior tones down a bit because he starts preschool after Labor Day.
I can't believe my baby is starting preschool. It seems like just yesterday he was born and now here he is ready to start school. Oh my god. Everytime I think about it I get so sad and start tearing up. I will have to say though, holy crap! The stuff you need to buy for them to attend preschool. I thought maybe all that money I was paying would go for some of this junk, but no, I had to dish out a pretty penny for all his supplies. 4 rolls of paper towels, kleenex, markers, crayons, napkins, Dixie cups, etc. I swear it was a huge list and then I get the information packet that says that I have to pay $12 for school parties, then I have a couple snack days throughout the year. Maybe just buying diapers is cheaper than sending to school. I am just hoping that he makes lots of friends who are boys. We have lots of friends who have girls Z-man's age, but not many boys.
Princess M is growing up way to fast. She has decided over the past couple of days that she is going to potty train. I wasn't going to start her yet, but she made that decision for me. She is awesome at peeing on the potty, not so much with pooping. We still go in our pull up for that. Baby steps. Hey, at 2, Zman wanted nothing to do with potty training, so this is all new to me. She also thinks that whatever her big brother is doing, she can do as well. She loves to climb on EVERYTHING and let me tell you she is not very graceful. AT ALL! I mean she already has suffered a broken leg from tripping on her pant legs. She is just fearless. She has an awesome vocabulary and I can pretty much understand everything she is saying. Girls are definitely way different than boys. I don't think Zman had this kind of vocab at her age. We are working on bulking her up since she is still only 24 pounds, but as our doctor told us she is petite and proportionate. Hubs and I aren't exactly giants, so she is just going to be smaller.
Hubs is the head freshman football coach at his school and while I support him, I can honestly say that from August until October, I hate this time and I dread it. I can be very short with him and realistically kinda push him away. I can't rely on him to be there to help me with the discipline and care of the kids. That's my job pretty much 6 days a week alone, so it can be exhausting, especially since I am working, dealing with my brother moving across the country, and the stresses of caring for both kids, a home, two dogs, and just overall life. I love my husband a lot and while I know he does this so that we have the extra income and can provide better for our kids, I hate the process of it. Honestly, his phone never stops ringing. Whether its another coach, player or coworker, even when he is at home, he is always occupied with something else. I feel worse for our kids who really only see Daddy for 10 minutes in the morning and maybe 30 minutes in the evening and some nights not at all. Ah well, I just call myself the football widow. Oh and I hate football.
And so our exciting adventure begins...well continues....
I can't believe my baby is starting preschool. It seems like just yesterday he was born and now here he is ready to start school. Oh my god. Everytime I think about it I get so sad and start tearing up. I will have to say though, holy crap! The stuff you need to buy for them to attend preschool. I thought maybe all that money I was paying would go for some of this junk, but no, I had to dish out a pretty penny for all his supplies. 4 rolls of paper towels, kleenex, markers, crayons, napkins, Dixie cups, etc. I swear it was a huge list and then I get the information packet that says that I have to pay $12 for school parties, then I have a couple snack days throughout the year. Maybe just buying diapers is cheaper than sending to school. I am just hoping that he makes lots of friends who are boys. We have lots of friends who have girls Z-man's age, but not many boys.
Princess M is growing up way to fast. She has decided over the past couple of days that she is going to potty train. I wasn't going to start her yet, but she made that decision for me. She is awesome at peeing on the potty, not so much with pooping. We still go in our pull up for that. Baby steps. Hey, at 2, Zman wanted nothing to do with potty training, so this is all new to me. She also thinks that whatever her big brother is doing, she can do as well. She loves to climb on EVERYTHING and let me tell you she is not very graceful. AT ALL! I mean she already has suffered a broken leg from tripping on her pant legs. She is just fearless. She has an awesome vocabulary and I can pretty much understand everything she is saying. Girls are definitely way different than boys. I don't think Zman had this kind of vocab at her age. We are working on bulking her up since she is still only 24 pounds, but as our doctor told us she is petite and proportionate. Hubs and I aren't exactly giants, so she is just going to be smaller.
Hubs is the head freshman football coach at his school and while I support him, I can honestly say that from August until October, I hate this time and I dread it. I can be very short with him and realistically kinda push him away. I can't rely on him to be there to help me with the discipline and care of the kids. That's my job pretty much 6 days a week alone, so it can be exhausting, especially since I am working, dealing with my brother moving across the country, and the stresses of caring for both kids, a home, two dogs, and just overall life. I love my husband a lot and while I know he does this so that we have the extra income and can provide better for our kids, I hate the process of it. Honestly, his phone never stops ringing. Whether its another coach, player or coworker, even when he is at home, he is always occupied with something else. I feel worse for our kids who really only see Daddy for 10 minutes in the morning and maybe 30 minutes in the evening and some nights not at all. Ah well, I just call myself the football widow. Oh and I hate football.
And so our exciting adventure begins...well continues....
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