Sunday, April 13, 2014

Baby update: He's finally here!

Baby boy Kat finally decided to grace us a week after his due date. Little bugger. Quick & dirty details? 

M Kat
9lb 15oz
Yes I squeezed that bowling ball out with what the good lord have me (although if I would have KNOWN he was basically 10lbs I would have taken the drugs. All of them.
Light years quicker than my labor w A.
Cements my decision for 2 kids. I may have mentioned several times in the delivery room I was NEVER doing that again. 

Now on to a few quick snaps.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Radio silence.

Hey all. So I’m 39.5 weeks pregnant. And pretty miserable. I was going to do one last bitch post but I don’t even have the energy for that.

I have a pinched nerve in my hip that is making it pretty difficult to do pretty much anything. I I think I’m going to go on a little blog sabbatical while I wait for BK2.0 to make his appearance.

I’ll try to post when he comes because I know people are probably on pins a needles. Ok, maybe not. But if by some chance you are interested, I’m sure I’ll be instagramming some pics. You can follow me at steph_kat3.

Peace out!

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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

I want to hear the words.

B and I have been together for a long time. I mean A. Long. Time. So I’ve heard the words “I love you” more than I can count.

Rather, I want to hear the words every wife/mother wants to hear from their husbands: “Your job is harder than mine.”

It might not be pc, but yes, I think that my job staying home is harder than my husbands.

Can we all agree that somewhere, deep down inside, us moms have thought, “this job is so much harder than his.” Whether you stay at home or work. Doesn’t matter. I’ll admit it, I do rather frequently. B works very hard for this family. He is an excellent provider. Great at his job. He puts in long days at the office to come home and play with A and put him to sleep. I am also very fortunate to be able to work my dream job: staying home with my kids. And B’s hard work makes that possible.

But after all that, I still think I have it harder than he does. I won’t go into all the gory details because odds are you all are familiar with the concept of always being on duty, the cleaning up poop and vomit, never getting a sick day or day off. Maybe husbands don’t realize how bad we have it b/c we ARE the ones dealing with most of the bad stuff. Maybe I’m not being fair to B b/c he has never taken care of A more than a couple hours at a time let alone a whole week by himself. Maybe if I left for a week he’d have a better understanding of what I do?

Am I a bad person b/c I want all the recognition and glory of it? I don’t think he has to come groveling at my feet for it, but yeah, hearing the words, “your job is harder than mine” or “I don’t know how you do it” would go a long way. People who work get job satisfaction through raises, bonuses, time off. What do we get? Yelled at b/c you took your son’s shoes off in the house when he was CLEARLY not ready. Ensue meltdown. Le sigh.

It is probably b/c we are coming off the back end of one of B’s week long road trips. Yes, I, very pregnant Steph have been left alone to tend to house, home, and a wily 2 year old. We’ve had a good week for the most part. But by the end of the day my big pregnancy induced booty is dragging.

What are you thoughts? Do you think you have it harder as a mom?

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<disclaimer for B> now that I’ve put this on the internet I’m not sure the words will mean anything anymore. You may make it up to me in material possessions.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Pregnancy: Question, Lie, Truth.

Question: “How are you feeling?”

Lie: “Oh, you know. Fine.”

Truth: “Pregnant. I feel effing pregnant. Do you really want to know? I can’t sit. I can’t stand. Everything hurts. I’m 38 weeks and at this point with A I still had FOUR MORE WEEKS OF PREGNANT. I don’t know if I can take that. I can’t get on the ground to play with A. My temper is short. I’ve officially entered into the angry pregnant woman stage. I can’t shave my legs. I can’t go to the bathroom like a normal person.

Oh, hey where do you think you’re going? YOU ASKED REMEMBER?

The baby is posterior so every time he moves it is like someone is punching me in the stomach. Did I mention he never stops moving? My back is decimated. I can barely get out of bed in the morning. I just spent a huge chunk of change having the house cleaned and the carpets done b/c I can’t seem to do anything myself. Nothing is packed for the hospital. My morning sickness is back. Our insurance changed and went up so I don’t think we will be able to afford those awesome newborn photos I wanted. I had a mini breakdown today and A saw me cry and now he’s walking around saying, “Mama sad. Mama cry.”

So innocent question asker. Is that enough for you? Or shall I go on?

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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Toddler chores.

toddler chores

So I never really thought about how we would introduce the idea of chores with A. It kind of just happened. And granted, toddlers “helping” constitutes them attempting to help. We don’t expect anything to be perfect. In fact, A sometimes ends up making MORE of a mess of things when he tries to help. But you know what? It doesn’t really both me. So I have to refold that pile of laundry for the 5th time. I like the fact knowing that my little guy WANTS to help. It is the introduction of the behavior that we want to instill.

So here are some ways that we involve A around the house.

Picking up messes.
We use the Daniel Tiger song, “Clean up pick up put away. Clean up, everyday” to help remind A that picking up is fun. He loves to sing that song when he picks up his toys. He has now started saying, “messy mess” when he sees something messy which I find adorable. Does he put everything away perfect? Nah. Sometimes the toys don’t even come close to the bin. But I’m glad that he recognizes that we have to put things away when we are done.

A knows where his shoes and jacket belong. I ask him to bring me his shoes when we go somewhere and put them back when we are done. He also loves to retrieve and put away our shoes too. Which thrills B to no end b/c I have a tendency to leave shoes laying around….

A has a lower cabinet where I keep his plates and bowls. When I empty the dishwasher, I hand him his stuff and he goes and puts it away. I also have him pull up a chair to the counter and have him help with putting away the silverware. It is a fun sorting game for him. Are the results perfect? Not a chance. But its a fun for him. If B is around, I’ll let him carry some dishware or cups from the dishwasher and hand them to B to put away. Sometimes I’ll let him help me wash the actual dishes.

Feeding the cats.
A loves to feed his “kee kees”. He even notices now when their bowl is running low. I hand him a cup of food and he goes over and pours it in their bowl. And then he runs to tell the cats “Kee Kees, snack time”!

We have a little fake vacuum that matches ours that A loves to play with. When I vacuum, I encourage him to follow me. It cracks me up! Sometimes I’ll let him push the big vacuum. When I dust, I just wet a rag for him and let him go to town. He loves to wipe things down!

This is a little harder to do. I don’t mind having him beside me at the counter cooking while I make dinner. The mess he makes is counterproductive to “chores” I know but for me, the mess is worth not having him underfoot while I’m trying to cook. We do things together like measure, or crack eggs. Sometimes I’ll fill up a bowl with water and dish soap and give him a spoon so he can “mix” things, his favorite. A is very aware that the stove and the pots on the stove are hot. But it is never a bad idea to be extra careful when cooking with toddlers!

I know it looks like a lot. But really it is just little things here and there that count.

Did miss anything good? Do you do anything with your littles?

The Life Of Faith

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Perfect day.

So I feel like I’ve been complaining a lot lately. Trust me. It’s not all that bad. My first world parenting problems aren’t that bad in the grand scheme of things. I would say the good days outnumber the bad.

But yesterday? Yesterday was perfect. (Feel free to hum this tune while you read this post)

A got up about 7:15. I didn’t even have to wake him up and therefore he was cheerful and jovial.

Ate breakfast without a fight.

We played at home the entire morning, a rarity for us. Time FLEW!

We ate lunch together.

More playing.

Went down for his nap easy.

I was able to get some writing, cleaning and vegging out done while he was asleep.

He woke up by himself on time from his nap.

We jumped in the car and ran a baby meal to a friends house where we played for a bit. A was on his best behavior sharing.

We picked up Thai food. A didn’t eat his noodles but he plowed through the nuggets they made him.

A played outside after dinner while I was able to rest.

Bedtime presented no struggles and A went right in his crib. He didn’t fall asleep until 9pm, but he was happy just rolling around and singing to himself while I had time to clean up dinner and toys and get a craft project done.

Not too shabby for a days work.

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Monday, March 10, 2014

Hulk mama?

I’ve been sitting here for at least an hour watching A do gymnastics in his crib while he should be napping. And I’m straight up legit pissed. I’m pissed he was up at 4:45am this morning AND SHOULD BE FREAKING TIRED FOR GOD’S SAKE! I’m angry that he won’t just lay down to go to sleep. I’m mad that my only time this afternoon I’ve squandered doing for other people instead of myself. Oh and did I mention that I’m tired? So tired.


When is it ok to be mad at your baby? Is it ok to ever be mad at your baby? Never has my anger crossed over into physical violence. B and I aren’t opposed to an occasional spanking in the future, but not right now. But I have raised my voice. I have swore. I have even thrown tantrums of my own while out of A’s sight. Being a mom sometimes makes me want to stomp my feet and just scream sometimes.


I feel like there is this pressure for moms to be perfect all the time. To never lose it.

Am I the only one that loses it sometimes?

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