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10 Things I Have Learned Living With Boys!


10  things I have learned living with all boys! 

1. Farts are funny and always will be-no matter how old you are. 

It is scary that my husband, 27 years old, will still sometimes laugh when he farts. If M farts, M won’t be able to stop his laughing for who knows how long. What is even more scary- Baby L will “toot” as I like to call it, look at my husband or M and then let out a little laugh. Are you serious? It must be a genetic thing in males.

Oh, and they don’t even need to be real farts.  M makes fart noises with his armpits, legs, whatever. Oh lord…I better just get used to it.

But it’s okay- they’ve got nothing on my burps-  mom can outburp them all 🙂

2. Wrestling and “Play” Fighting is the only way to have fun. 

I can’t count the number of times M and my husband start a wrestling match or a “fight.” Even Baby L will try and crawl on top of them these days.

I will admit, I will start a challenge with M every now and then. I won’t win for long, he’ll be bigger than me any day, so I might as well take advantage.

Pile Up-Baby L on daddy who is on M. 

3. I will never buy enough milk. 

 For real. A gallon of milk lasts our family about 1.5 days. No joke. Today I went to the store and bought two gallons of 1% milk and one gallon of whole milk for Baby L. Guarantee I will be back at the store by Monday buying more milk. Growing boys!

4. Quiet Time does not exist. 

5. Anything can be made into a toy gun. I mean anything. 

M has an imagination like no one else I know. He can pretend anything is a gun-a pencil, paper, tree limbs, silverware, legos, straws, you name it- it’s a toy gun.

6. Shoot em’ up video games are cool- not violent. Oh, and you’re never too old for arcade games. 

M would want to play any of these new video  games any day if I would let him. But, unfortunately for him, mom thinks there too violent. To every boy and man, hubby included, the games are “cool.”

Oh, and if M ever suggests going to the local arcade-hubby is right on board. They play shoot em’ up games, racing games, and whatever else. I usually wander around aimlessly, overwhelmed by the screaming kids, loud noises, and flashing lights. I will hit up a game of skee ball though 🙂 But, again- boys are never too old for arcades.

7. Fire is awesome. Blowing up stuff is even better! 

Fourth of July at my parent’s house is always a blast for M and my hubby. They end up making bottle rockets, blowing up GI Joes, blowing up canteloupes or whatever else they can come up with. What guy wouldn’t think that is awesome?

M waiting to blow up a can or a GI Joe or just play with smoke bombs? 

8. Big Trucks and Sports Cars – all guys want one or the other- or both 

M, at 7 years old, already claims he is going to buy a corvette when he is 16. Little does he realize he needs a heck of a lot of money and mommy and daddy are sure as hell not paying the insurance for that!

M is also obsessed with big diesel trucks. I took him to a truck and tractor pull last year. Below, was his reaction- needless to say he thought it was awesome.

M checking out some cars at a local Fourth of July Festival 

9. No matter how much mom will love it, boys do not want to wear argyle sweaters or boat shoes. Or corduroys–sorry Nana. 

Little does M know, I bought him an argyle sweater for Christmas. As long as he wears it a couple times, I’ll be happy. And at least I have a few years to dress Baby L all “preppy,” as my hubby calls it, before he has an opinion on his wardrobe.

10. Boys always love their mama.

No matter how crazy I get, no matter how many times I calls M’s outfit “cute” or want him to hold my hand, and no matter how many times I tell them to “calm down,” my boys always love me. They will cuddle with me, hug me, hang out with me, and still take goofy pictures with me.

I have learned so much more living with boys, but the list would just keep going. Boys love bugs, they want them as pets. Jeans will always have holes in them.  It’s cool to watch dad gut a deer. The house will never be clean. No, mom, we do not notice the dirt underneath our nails…etc. etc.


12 months old and already addicted to the iPad!


Baby L loves my iPad. I may have made the mistake of downloading some apps for him, so now of course he thinks the iPad is his toy. He probably thinks it is just another toy he should be able to carry around with him, but for some reason mean mommey won’t let him. Yeah, kid, you’re right- I’m not  going to let you carry around a $500 “toy.’ Scream all you want.

I absolutely love the iPad. I use it for everything! I check my email, surf the internet, check facebook, play games, watch my tv shows (since I canceled cable), listen to my music, and the list goes on. I also downloaded some apps for the boys. I’ve realized that the iPad is a great tool to use when it is time to “chill out” before Baby L’s nap or relax in the evening. There are two apps that Baby L is a big fan of. He may not tell me verbally, but I can definitely tell by the expression on his face and his squeels of delight as he is checking out the apps.

Baby L’s fave iPad apps!

#1 – I Hear Ewe

This app includes 24 different animal sounds and 12 vehicle sounds. You just simply tap on the picture of either the animal or vehicle and the computer will say,”This is the sound a dog makes…” and then you will hear the sound. Baby L loves it. He navigates the screen by himself (already at 12 months! scary) and loves to hear the different sounds! He often turns the iPad over to try and figure out where the sounds are coming from 🙂

Baby L playing on the iPad!

# 2 – Baby Finger HD

Pr etty much, when you tap the screen different numbers and shapes pop up, along with different sounds. I find some of the sounds bazzaar, such as the flushing toilet, but Baby L loves it. Whatever floats his boat!


Let me remind you, both of the above apps are free.

I’m pretty cheap when it comes to buying apps. However, I did just spend a whopping $3.99 on an app for Baby L. Recently, we have been checking out the Sandra Boynton books at the library. Baby L seems to enjoy them when M reads them to him. I bought one of her books in the app store, The Going To Bed Book. You have the option of the computer reading it to you or reading it outloud to yourself. So far, Baby L only shows interest if he is really tired and not interested in playing and touching the screen. I would probably wait a little while before buying anymore “book” apps-I think Baby L still wants to be able to eat and throw his books.


I know some parents may be concerned about introducing their children to technology so young, but this is what our world has become. M, who is now in second grade, has been using Apple laptops at school since Kindergarten. God knows, he will know more about computers in a few years than I do. At least I haven’t gotten Baby L or M their own twitter or facebook account…not yet…

Check out this article..

“Twitter For Babies? Parents Reserving Accounts Early”


Technology is a great way to get children interested in learning. M, who claims he HATES math, will play any of the math apps I have downloaded any day. Now, if I wanted to practice his addition facts with flashcards- no way. Anyway he wants to learn- as long as he is learning. And of course, he plays angry birds every now and then…

The iPad is a great tool that I will continue using with my boys. As Baby L becomes a toddler, the number of educational apps available becomes overwhelming. We will see if my iPad even makes into his toddling years… I did get the warranty plan though just in case he runs off with my iPad one of these days.

But, Baby L doesn’t need mommy’s iPad…he can get his own..check this out…

It’s like an iPad for kids under the age of 3!


The Vinci Genius

Now if mom had $500 to spare, maybe Baby L could get this from Santa.

Till  next time…



In Search for the “Perfect” Sippy Cup!


Baby L has been 100% off bottles for three days now. I started introducing him to whole milk a week or two before he turned one. When he turned one, I wanted to be done with the whole buying formula thing and I wanted to be done with the bottles.

I definitely did not want my kid to be that 3 year old still needing a bottle…Poor Suri Cruise.


The transition to whole milk was simple enough. Baby L hasn’t had any issues with new foods or liquids.  Honestly, he would probably eat or drink anything put in front of him.  The transition to only sippy cups hasn’t been difficult, but isn’t smooth sailing quite yet.

I’m pretty sure I have bought every sippy cup on the store shelf- trying to find the “perfect” cup. There are sooo many to choose from.

This is a snapshot of my “sippy cup cabinet” at this time. And, I’m pretty sure there are some in the dishwasher too!

Babies sure are picky when it comes to their drinkware.

I have quickly learned that Baby L does not want to be burdened with having to lift his hands higher than shoulder-level to drink his milk.

Any sippy cup that needs to be lifted and tilted is out of the question.

I only have about 3 or 4 of the above featured sippy cup…money down the drain. The only way Baby L will use this is if I am sitting there holding and tilting it for him. Otherwise, it becomes just another toy to be chucked across the room.

Baby L has decided he prefers to drink from a straw, which I am actually very happy about. According to the article below, cups and cups with straws are preferred over the typical “sippy” cup. Using a sippy cup for a prolonged period of time can result in lisps and other speech difficulties. I guess then I’m not too upset over those four or five cups barely used, collecting dust in the cabinet…


Okay, so I bought a bunch of different sippy cups that all have some sort of straw. And again, he has to be picky. Apparently, some of the straws are more challenging than others. It is true. My husband and I had a difficult time trying to drink from some. And yes, we did try.

The winner, after trying four or five, ended up being….the Playtex Lil Gripper.

Baby L loves this cup and has had no difficulty using it. I am slowly building my collection. I usually buy them at Walmart or Target. They are about 5 bucks a piece…figures my kid wants the expensive sippy cup.

The only downside to this particular cup is that it occasionally leaks. Yes, I know every cup advertises “spill proof” or “leak-free.” All us moms know that is not true. In this cup, liquid seems to remain in the straw and if the cup is lifted upside down or thrown on the floor, everyday occurence in my house, the stored up liquid will leak onto the floor. Minor details though.

My kid is drinking his milk three times a day all by himself. That is what matters.

Just a little laugh…

P.S. Let me know your “sippy cup” experience. Any other sippy cups out there I should try or you recommend for a straw loving baby?

My child is going to grow up to be a… headbanger??!!


Baby L is going to grow up to be a head banger!

He bangs his head on everything…the wood floor, the couch, the highchair tray, his toys, and yes, even me. It started about a month ago and at first I thought nothing of it. I decided to ignore it and figured he would stop. I was wrong. It continues.

I started googling, “baby head banging,” and discovered that it is actually quite common with babies this age and even more common with boys. Figures.

I tried to figure out the reason behind his self-inflicted pain. Maybe he is tired and this is his way of telling me? Maybe he is frustrated with a toy or something is out of reach?  I started to see a a pattern developing. He did head bang more often in the evening- maybe because he was overstimulated throughout the day and overtired? Well, at least that is what I thought for about two days-until- for the past few days, he seems to be head banging all the time, all day, and for no apparent reason. I just don’t get it.

I guess I shouldn’t have let my hubby convince me to go to that rock concert when I was 6 months pregnant…yeah, that’s what I will blame this on… 🙂

If he does it for attention- he gets it. I try to ignore it, but when he bangs his head on the wood floor to the point of making himself cry and leaving red marks on his forehead, I have no choice but to pick him up. I do try and immediately redirect his attention to a book or a toy. The pediatrician, at his one year checkup, said it is common and there isn’t much you can do, but to let them outgrow it.

Seriously kid, can we outgrow this soon, like soon as in this week?!

I guess this is what Santa is bringing you this year….

First Birthday Fun!


Today was Baby L’s First Birthday Party! It was a great time shared with close family and friends!

I decided months ago that Baby L’s First Birthday Party would be Lego themed. Each month, on his month birthday, I have taken his picture…to see how he has changed month to month and every month I spelled out what number month it was using Legos. M was a good sport and let me borrow his Legos. 🙂   Below are a few examples of the month pictures.

Baby L @ 1 month old

Baby L @ 7 months old


And that was my inspiration for the Lego Themed party.

However, it has been a long weekend…so, details and how to’s will come tomorrow!

Till then- 🙂



Holiday Happenings…


Baby L turns one on Monday!!! I can’t believe it!  Where did the year go?

As I think about baby L turning one, I think about this time last year- the beginning of the holiday season.

The night before I went into labor, the hubby, M, and I went and picked out our Christmas tree. We got home late, and decided we would decorate it later that week, seeing as Baby L wasn’t due for another two weeks. The next morning, the day my labor began, I took M to see Santa in the morning. Walking around among hundreds of other kids wanting to see Santa, while in what I would call excruciating pain, was not how I intended to start my Saturday morning.

Picking out our tree….

And…24 hours later…


 However, I had no idea that Saturday would end with me in the hospital ready to deliver our Baby L…

Fast forward to three days later. We bring Baby L home. Our tree, still bare in the corner, is in desperate need of water. I had a newborn, I was breastfeeding every hour and a half, and my body was sore. Decorating for Christmas was not at the top of the priority list. However, The tree did get decorated- eventually. Some other decorations managed to find their place. But, lets just say I was not winning the neighborhood award for best Christmas Light Display. Christmas morning came. M, excited as always, flew down the stairs, ready to see what Santa had brought him. Baby L, well, it was just another day. Only weeks old, Christmas wasn’t any different than any other day. I didn’t even bother to take Baby L to see Santa. Who wants to take a newborn out in 30 degree weather to a mall packed with children? Christmas came and went.

Fast forward a year.

This holiday season I am ready to go and am excited for Baby L to experience the joys of Christmas. We picked out our tree Friday night. Baby L, though not as interested in finding the perfect tree as M was, had fun. We brought it home, put some strands of lights on- I made sure we had a couple strands of blinking lights to keep Baby L’s attention, and began sorting through the ornaments. Having a one year old definitely changes how you decorate a tree. After sorting through the ornaments, only a handful remained after pulling out any that were sharp, breakable, or too meaningful that I would be heartbroken if it were to break. Our bottom half of our tree is bare. Nothing too low that will tempt Baby L to grab. The top half of the tree- not as glamorous as previous years- looks pretty darn good, and  is somewhat baby proofed- if anything can be baby proofed these days.

This week I also decided it was time for Baby L to meet Santa. It was a year overdue. 🙂 I took M and Baby L to see Santa and Mrs. Claus. Baby L sat on Mrs. Claus’s lap and M on Santa’s. I was able to get a decent picture.

My boys with Santa and Mrs. Claus- pre-meltdown

However, when I tried to get a picture of both boys only with Santa- a meltdown ensued. Baby L was terrified of Santa! He screamed, arms reaching toward me, his face saying “help me!”  As we walk away, Baby L catching his breath from his bout of crying, M says,” I didn’t want to be rude and pull his beard, but don’t you think he was the real Santa?” I think we’re approaching that age. That age where the “magic” of Santa is questioned. M has told me that the kids in his class think he is full of bologna for still believing. Second Grade?! Really? Already? 😦

Then to tonight, the holiday excitement hasn’t stopped. The whole family went downtown tonight to the local Christmas Parade. I had taken M in previous years and had a great time. Obviously, we did not make it last year-so, I was determined this year. Hubby didn’t have to work, so we were going.

It was amazing! 

Baby L absolutely loved it. Antsy to get out of his stroller at first, once the parade started, he sat on my lap for nearly an hour watching the parade with eyes wide with excitement and awe. He would bounce and dance as the marching bands passed, quietly whisper “dog” as the local rescue groups passed by with their dogs dressed up in santa and reindeer garb. His eyes would light up with the ambulance and police lights. I didn’t even need to watch the parade. It was pure joy to simply watch the reactions of my two  boys as they took in all the sights and sounds.


My boys @ the Parade


Enjoying the Sights and Sounds!

It is only the first week of December and I am so excited to continue introducing Baby L to our traditions during the holiday season. There is so much more excitement and joy to be shared! 🙂

Owning a Home-a To Do List that NEVER Ends!


We have lived in our house now for a little over 3 years. After tearing out all the carpet, painting every room, replacing EVERY light fixture, remodeling the kitchen, and so much more- my “things to do around the house” list isn’t any shorter than day one.

The one “to-do” on my list that is never-ending is the tedious task of painting trim. Once you finish painting trim in the house, if you ever finish, it is already scuffed up and discolored and ready to start again.

But let me tell you, and as my mother has always preached, fresh trim makes a world of difference!

When I moved into our current house, I thought the trim looked great….UNTIL I decided to repaint it.

The trim around the door is the original trim color. The baseboard is what I have repainted. 

 Better? I think Yes.

I challenge all of you  homeowners, who have the time and the drive…look at your trim. Could it use some touch ups?

So, to today, taking a break from my hallway trim, I decide to dive into a “to-do” that is needed, but I could never find the time or the motivation.

My hubby watched Baby L so that I could actually be productive and not worry about Baby L getting into something every five minutes that he shouldn’t be. I almost had forgotten what productivity was until today. For all those moms out there, you know what I mean.

Our walk-in closet in our master bedroom was in desperate need of a fresh paint job. The walls were covered with scuff marks from the many mornings my husband has come home from a long shift at work and tossed his work boots in the closet, with no concern as to where they landed or what marks were left on the wall.

Closet walls, after much wear and tear! 

The shoe shelves needed a face lift as well. My husband had built shoe shelves for me the first month we moved in. However, they were only pieces of plywood with what i would call a five years olds spray paint job. They needed to be painted.

My shoe shelves!

I love them, but I would love them to be more appealing to the eyes! 

I cleared everything out of the closet-a task in and of itself. I was slightly embarrassed by the number of shoes piled up in the corner of my room. How in the world have we acquired this much stuff?

After hours of edging in around the ceilings, trying not to spill paint on the carpet, callouses forming on my palms from gripping the rollers…the closet and shelves are painted. Everything is back in the closet- more organized than ever.

Scuff marks-Gone! 

Shelves Painted and Organized! 

And..an added perk…I found a diamond stud earring that I lost two Christmases ago! 🙂 Pays off to take time to clean and re-organize those places in the house that may not seem so important!

P.S. My week of cooking is going quite well. My pulled pork yesterday was a huge hit with my boys and my in-laws. I highly recommend the recipe!


Tonight, I made an orange chicken that wasn’t too bad. Not what I order @ The Cheesecake Factory, but hey, I’m just starting this whole family dinners thing.

Passion, Hobbies, “Me Time”…Who has time for that?


My husband loves his career in law enforcement. He has wanted to work in law enforcement since he was little and for the past five years he has been pursuing his dream and doing one hell of a job at it too. He loves what he does. He loves to go to work. The thought that someone might actually love to go to work still amazes me. Maybe because I have never felt that way about any of my jobs. And yes, they were just jobs-not careers.

I will never forget coming home from our amazing honeymoon in Jamaica. I was dreading the thought of returning to work after a glorious week and a half vacation. My husband, on the other hand, could not wait  to get back. He actually said he “missed” work! What was I doing wrong?

Since that day, I have felt that I am missing that passion in my life. I am 25 years old, married with two kids, and have NO idea what I want to be when I grow up. I don’t even have a hobby that I can say I thoroughly “love!”

Yes, I love  being a stay at home mom…now. But, in ten years, the kids will be older. They will have their own friends, their own hobbies.

I am determined to take this time to find my passion…or at least a few hobbies.

But how do you find Passion? Inspiration? 

For those of you who are moms, you know it is a battle to find time for you.

Between getting the kids ready for school, to changing diapers, to bottle feedings, emptying the dishwasher, getting the laundry done and hopefully folded before it sits in the dryer for two days, and oh wait! don’t forget about the dogs- you are lucky if you even have the energy to shower at the end of the day let alone think about goals and desires.

So for all of you out there…What are your passions, hobbies? How do you find your inspiration? How do you find time?

P.S. I know cooking is a huge hobby for people, therefore, I am going to give it a try. Growing up in a house where dinner consisted of cereal, hamburger helper, and frozen lasagna didn’t quite give me the skill sets to be a  connoisseur around the kitchen. So, we will see…will keep you posted. 

All Mom Wants for Christmas is a Stainless Steel Trash Can….


Growing up means your Christmas gifts become extremely practical. I am not asking for jewelry this year- necklaces and earrings have become avenues for extreme pain. I am not asking for DVDs that collect dust waiting for me to have the time, let alone the energy to stay up and watch them. I am not asking for clothes- I might as well wait for  five years until I can keep a shirt void of spit up stains. No, this year, I am asking for a stainless steel trash can…and here is why…

So, when baby L was first born, I thought to buy stock in Duracell Batteries. I felt that for the first 6 months everything needed batteries-  the bouncy seat that vibrated and played music, the swing, the mobile, the exersaucer that of course needed music along with the 20+ toys circling my little guy. I was buying and replacing batteries every few weeks.

Oh, how things have changed! He has outgrown the swing, the bouncy seat, and to be confined in the exersaucer is near torture in the mind of an 11 month old on the move.

Baby L’s favorite things currently include: the trash can, paper towel rolls, old christmas tins, water bottles, capri sun boxes, and  measuring cups! Why even spend money on toys these days?!

When Baby L is in the kitchen, every 10 minutes he is pulling up on the trash can. I feel too much of my day is spent pulling him away from the trash can saying “No, yucky.” In his mind, that means…”let’s do it again.” Even after the trash can fell on him, trash surrounding him, he didn’t back down.

Baby L and his obsession! 

I know you are supposed  to  be persistent. But, I gave up. The trash can is now in our dining room, secured behind a baby gate- prison walls to Baby L.

I have now asked my husband for a stainless steel trash can, something more sturdy, weighted, that hopefully baby L can’t knock down every five minutes.

Please Santa, Bring me This! 

Disaster at the Dentist!


So, today baby L had a pediatric dentist appointment. It did not go well.

Here is the backstory to why I even had to make the appointment:

About a month ago, baby L was playing and started to get a bit fussy. I went over to him to see what was wrong and when I looked down, his entire mouth was covered in blood! Needless to say, I panicked. I yelled for my husband who quickly ran downstairs. Before I had a chance to assess the situation, baby L’s bottom tooth fell onto the floor. He didn’t fall, he didn’t bump his mouth, it just fell out.

My 9 month old had already lost a tooth!

As I am trying to make sense of what just happened, my seven year old is concerned with how much money baby L will get from the tooth fairy! Oh to have the worries and concerns of a seven year old!

After seeing my dentist and the pediatrician, who ruled out any type of blood disease, we were referred to a pediatric dentist. And thus, my story of today begins.

Typical dentist office experience- you will wait at least 30 minutes after your appointment to be seen. This was very true today. Baby L was in a great mood when we arrived. Forty five minutes later and still in the waiting room, baby L was antsy.

We are finally called. I explain the situation to the dentist. We discuss some things for a few minutes and then he tells me the hygienist will take baby L back. I explain to him that I can carry him back.

Oh but guess what, apparently it is against their office
policy to allow parents back with their children!

Their office policy states that, “as in school, children focus better without parents around…”

This sign should be on a 10 year old’s bedroom door, not as a policy at a PEDIATRIC dentist!

Excuse me, but is a 10 month old considered a child? Does a 10 month old attend school? No!

The receptionist, office manager, whatever comes in to explain to me that I should have been informed of this policy over the phone when I made the appointment. I wanted to say, “Do you think I would bring my 10 month old here if I had known this?” What kind of office does not allow a parent to accompany their baby??!!

The dentist is traumatic enough for an adult, let alone, a child who has no idea who the hell these masked people are or what they are doing inside his mouth!

Really, you think this makes a 10 month old comfortable?

I will admit I became an emotional mess. The tears started falling. The receptionist, trying to console me, not realizing I had no intention or desire to be friendly with her, asked me to head to the waiting room.

The ONLY reason I did not walk straight out of the office is because a girl I knew from high school works there as a hygienist and she took baby L. The next fifteen minutes seemed like forever though! They brought baby L back, with his eyes red and puffy.

The dentist recommended he come back in 6 months.
I walked out of that office and will NEVER be going back!

Oh, and P.S. don’t think I didn’t come right home and write a review about their complete lack of understanding about the importance of the baby-mother relationship!