Yes, I took Friday off last week, then Monday off this week..
But I’m sure glad it’s Friday!
I think that all the germies and asthma and chasing after M is starting to get to me..
I sit at work and I feel like I could fall asleep in an instance. I’ll admit, I’ll sit in my cubicle, close my eyes for about 5 minutes and try to make myself feel better.. I just get so paranoid that someone is going to walk by and see me sleeping.. I just can’t help it though. I’m just so sleepy!
Food hasn’t been my friend lately either. I think that all the germs that I’ve been fighting since January (when Hubby and M had bronchitis, and M’s recent cold) have finally gotten to me. My stomach just doesn’t feel up to par. Food just doesn’t seem to digest right.
Tired? Very likely.
I need a nice little diversion. I need to refresh… we need to do something fun!
We went to Mass at 7pm. Before Mass, we made sure to feed M so that she wouldn’t be too hungry and cranky during the whole Mass.
Mass went on as it usually does. It was like any other Mass.
One of M’s favorite part of attending Mass is walking in the communion line to get her blessing. We’ve taught her to walk up with her little arms crossed, which is the sign that all she wants is a blessing from the Eucharistic Minister. It really is the cutest thing seeing this little toddler walking excitedly towards the altar with her arms crossed. Then, she usually looks back and watches as I take my Communion.
After Communion and a few words of blessing from the priest, they began to distribute the ashes.
We got in line. Hubby first, then M, then me.
Hubby received his ash first and began to walk ahead. M got hers, then turned back to watch me.
I guess this is the first year where she is fully aware of things that are happening around her, because once she saw the ash on my forehead, she was in awe.
I tried to take her hand to let her walk forward in the line, but she was just so mesmerized by the ash on my forehead. Her face was so precious! I wish I had a camera to capture the look on her face.
Hubby whispered to her to get her to walk forward, and she saw the ash on his forehead and stared at that too.
While walking back to our pew, she would just look at both of our ashes.
It was just the most precious moment.
I love that I’m setting an example for her and that this is the beginnings of a faith foundation for her. I hope she continues to find joy and amazement in the traditions of our faith.
How was your Ash Wednesday? How did your toddler react to the ash?
It’s Ash Wednesday.
That took me by surprise. I only found out about it yesterday. Needless to say, I’m really unprepared. I haven’t had the time to think about what I’m going to give up for Lent.
We’re totally unprepared for no-meat Fridays and no-meat today! It’s a good thing that I have some meatless frozen lunches for work today!
No use dwelling over my unpreparedness for this Lenten season. I might as well dive in. I usually like to be more reflective during Lent. Before Lent, I like to think about ways that I can grow in my spirituality during this season. It’s a great time to reflect. I have to figure this all out sooner than later, but I know that I can do it.
I have no idea how this snuck up on me. I even asked Hubby this weekend, “When’s Easter this year?”
Hubby, who was probably as oblivious about it all as I was, said, “I think it’s coming late this year…”
I guess it would have helped if we went to Mass this past weekend, but with M sick, I didn’t want to risk her getting worse by getting her outside on a rainy Sunday.
Don’t get me started on finding out about Daylight Savings time either… oh boy was I surprised about it being this weekend!
How did I become so oblivious to the usual matters of the year?!?!
I had an extended weekend this past weekend.
Friday and Monday off.
Toddler with a cold turned into toddler with an asthma attack turned into “mommy to the rescue!”
Being home was a nice break from work. I got to sleep in a little later than I usually do. That’s probably the only perk. Being home finds me just as busy as when I’m at work. No, I take that back. I’m so much MORE busy than when I am at work.
At work, I can sit in my cubicle for the whole 8 hours. I concentrate on my job, just the tasks that I have on hand. That’s all. During lunchtime, I heat up my food and eat uninterupted. At the end of the day, I go home and forget all about it.
At home, there’s toddler chasing, toddler wrangling, toddler entertaining, toddler feeding, toddler cleaning, toddler bathroom duties, toddler napping, toddler meltdowns… all day. At home, there are many tasks all at once. There’s no escape. It’s all day, everday.
I love it all.
I love being at home. I love spending time with M no matter how busy and how tiring it is. Getting a random hug, or a smile, or a kiss. The smile she had on her face when she would wake up to see me was just completely priceless. I’m hoping that these days will happen more often.
That’s living the dream!
Thirty months. Two and a half years.
I’ve been a mommy for two and a half years. Two and a half years!!
I can’t believe that I have a two and a half year old. She’s my little buddy. She’s my little bestie. She’s my favorite source of hugs and kisses. She’s my endless source of entertainment. She’s my greatest challenge. She’s my greatest accomplishment.
I still can’t believe that it’s been two and a half years since she was this tiny five pound late-term premie. Now she’s more “kid” than she is “baby.” It’s definitely surreal to know that I’m having conversations with her now. There’s a definite two-way verbal interaction that has developed over time and it’s so amazing to see how much a little person can grow in the span of two and a half years.
I’m definitely feeling nostalgic.
Happy half-birthday, M. Mimi and Daddy love you so much. Continue to grow, continue to develop, continue to make us laugh, continue to love us. May you always be blessed.
Warning: This may get a little gross. It involves poop. If you’re a senstive person, I suggest skipping this post. Remember, I warned you!
Usually, I give M the bath, then we fill the tub and she asks for her daddy so they can play with the water. While they are playing, I go to the other restroom to take my nightly shower.
While getting ready for my shower, I suddenly hear Hubby, “Oh no! M!”
I run to the other restroom and Hubby tells me, “She pooped!”
Hubby said he was looking at something on his phone while she was playing in the water, suddenly he hears her say, “Oh no!” When he looked, there was poop in the water!
It was one of those situations where you just didn’t know where to start. It just seemed like such an overwhelming task.
Hubby opted to take M to the other bathroom and clean her off there while I had to deal with the mess. Lucky me.
I did what any mother had to do. I put on a pair of gloves and started scooping. Yes. I went poop fishing..
Thank God for job experience.. my previous job working in a bacteriology lab for a veterinary diagostics lab really toughened me up for stuff like this. When you get colon samples from various animals and the smell can just take over the lab, a little poop in a bathtub seems like nothing.
I rinsed everything out as much as I could, but it just didn’t feel good enough.
The next day, I filled the tub with water and added bleach. I soaked the tub and the toys in this bleach water for about half an hour. Then, I took the toys and soaked them again in soap. I also scrubbed down the bathtub with my vinegar/dish soap mix.
So that was our little adventure.. I knew that poop during bathtime was something that could definitely happen. I always thought it would happen when M was much younger.
Share your adventures in parenting in the comments! I’d love to hear them!
…when your daughter can poop in the bathtub and you can clean it up with out flinching..