It's raining today and it sounds so nice outside. It never rains. I think in three and a half years that we've lived here it's rained less than ten times.
Having said how happy I am about the rain, it came on kind of a bummer of a day - yesterday - when Nvidia had rented out all of California's Great America (theme park) for their Halloween party. Womp! They cancelled :(
Yesterday, I figured since it was raining and I was feeling pretty okay that we would go to the hospital and get flu shots for the kids since I already got one at my last prenatal appointment and Stuart got one at work a few weeks ago.
About half an hour before we left, I started feeling super nauseated and I was so frustrated because the kids really need flu shots and I was trying to will myself to feel better and Joey was.NOT.listening to me. He had his clothes on, I had gotten Frankie and myself dressed, and all there was to do before I could sit the heck down was to get Joey's socks and shoes on. But, suddenly he didn't want to listen to me.
I asked him nicely to come sit by me for socks. He completely ignored me. I said, "Joey. Get over here. It's time to put your socks on. We're leaving soon." Nothing. Then, I counted to three and at the end of counting to three, he (and he's never done this before) he hit me! I was so mad!! "Get. over. here. right. now." I said. By now he had this little hand clapper toy in one of his hands that he'd gotten in a goodie bag after someones first birthday. Yes, we still have a crummy goody bag thing from a first birthday over two years ago. And the kids play with it.
He didn't come over. Instead he had this super angry, defiant look on his face and started angrily jabbing and flapping the hand clapper in my face. WOW. I was so mad, guys. And I was feeling so sick. And I was so done. I can't really express how mad I was about this whole stupid scene, that looking back is just one of those defiant moments that definitely happens, but with the way I was feeling and I guess my hormones and the fact that I just wanted us to get out the door after chasing the kids around to dress them and I thought the end was in sight made me do this...
wait - to preface - in my head I wanted to scream at Joey. Like, scream scream scream. But, I knew that if I started screaming, it would be ridiculous. So, I grabbed the hand clapper and looked Joey in the eye and broke it piece by piece and said in a quiet voice, "This toy is done." Oh my gosh! I felt so terrible. But so good at the same time. I have no idea if I did the right thing in that situation, but I've never (and hopefully will never again) broken a toy in front of Joey as a punishment. I definitely wouldn't have done it if it was an awesome toy, but the fact that the thing cost 10 cents made me feel like it was probably a good time for this lesson.
He. was. so. sad.
like, so. sad.
He got his socks on while sobbing and saying, "You don't have to do that mommy. You don't have to do that. We could have put it on the side of the road for someone." Oh my gosh. It was so sad. I thought, huh. We could have done that. That would have been way better. Joey should be a parent. haha. But, in less than five minutes when socks and shoes were on and we got to the car, it was all over and Joey had apologized for not listening and I apologized for having to break his toy to teach him that it's not okay to listen.
I was still mad in the car, which is ridiculous, but I forced myself to get over it because of how silly I was being and Joey and I chatted all the way to the hospital.
When we got to the hospital there was no parking and I kept saying
"Oh man! Where's a parking spot?"
and Joey kept saying,
"It's okay mommy! Don't worry! We'll find one! We can just drive around a little bit!"
It was so cute.
After like 20 minutes, we found a parking spot and I was feeling sicker than before. As soon as we got inside, we found a bathroom for Joey to go wee wee and as soon as we got into the stall, I started retching. Two tiny kids and a mom in a tiny hospital bathroom stall, me puking, Joey being a little scared (because it's weird to see your mom puke) and saying "It's too loud, mommy" and me (between heaves) saying, "Joey, mommy's okay. It's going to be okay." And some old lady knocking and asking if "everything is alright in there" oh my gosh. It was so exhausting. And I felt terrible that the kids had to see me do that. (not like they haven't before this pregnancy)
When we got out of the stall and were washing our hands, Joey said,
"The baby was saying 'Mommy! Puke!!'" HAHA it was so hilarious and the way he said 'mommy! puke!!' was in this weird monster voice. It was so funny that he and I were laughing as we left the bathroom. What would I do without Joey?
After throwing up, I had such a splitting headache that I thought we might just go home sans flu shot, but we were already there, so I just thought I'd suck it up.
The woman in pediatrics who administered the shot was the worst!!!! I had Joey and Frankie on my lap and she quickly poked Joeys arm (which was fine) and he was screaming and crying and she didn't even give me five seconds to comfort him OR warn me that she was about to jab Frankie's leg. Anytime I've brought a baby in for shots, they say to hold their arms down so they don't try to pull the needle. But, she didn't even warn me she was about to do the shot RIGHT after Joey's and I was still holding both of them and hadn't held down Frankie's arms yet and guess what? Frankie pulled the needle out and the needle left a big scratch on her leg! I was so upset!! OOOh, I was so upset!!
AHH. Even thinking about it now makes me so mad! It would have taken an extra five seconds just to let me hug Joey and put him down before holding Frankie down so she didn't hurt herself! UGH!
Anyway - after that whole ordeal was over, Joey reminded me that I promised him a cookie at the bakery across the street from the hospital and we went over there for a massive sugar cookie. My baby headache was turning into a full grown headache, but a promise is a promise. I got him his cookie and myself a small coffee. NOT because I wanted coffee. The thought actually made me kind of sick, but the doctor had told me to drink coffee when I have a headache because it will slightly alleviate it.
The kids were SO good at the bakery. Like, so so good. We had brought a few cars and they were playing nicely together and even sitting beside me on chairs. It was like some sort of miracle. We stayed for like half an hour and it was really nice.
I don't know if it was the fact that the kids were being so great and I was so proud of them or what, but as we were leaving when Joey asked me if we could go play at Kid2Kid (a children's consignment store that's on the way home from the hospital) I said yes. I should have said no in hindsight because I was feeling so bad and it was so close to nap time, but, live and learn.
The kids were so great at the consignment store and were playing so nicely. It was actually really a fun way to spend ... however long we were there! There's a small toy section where they played and at the front of the store is new Melissa and Doug things (which I LOVE) and they were 20% off, so I bought Christmas presents for all my nieces and nephews!
Toward the end of our shopping trip, I saw Joey climb into a bed that was at the front of the store and pull the blanket on top of himself. Uhhhh, OOPS! It was time to go home and have a nap!!!
Frankie had been wandering around the store with a Leapfrog learning dog (she is OBSESSED with those things) and when I tried to take it away from her when it was time to go, she had a WORLD CLASS FREAK OUT. Like, flailing around, pushing me away, falling down and running back into the store. Joey ran back into the store along with her and started 'working' on something while I tried to calm Frankie down. I picked Frankie back up and she flailed backwards and bonked her head (and guys, I was SO sick at this point) She was crying so bad from that and still freaking out about the dog and people were starting to stare. I grabbed her (and had a PILE of stuff in my hands that I had just bought and for some reason they didn't give me a bag) and told Joey it was time to go. But, he was working on something. And he didn't want to go until he finished. So I ordered him to come. And he lost it because he just wanted to finish what he was doing. But, with Frankie freaking out the way she was, we didn't have another second.
I grabbed Joey somehow, too and the two of them were screaming like absolute banshees, tears and snot rolling down their faces, and I forced them both down into their car seats, buckled up, and by the time we started driving, they were both happy again. WOW that was crazy exhausting.
When we got home, it was immediate nap time for Frankie, immediate Tylenol time for me, then Joey and I sat on the couch and read four books while I fed him lunch and then he went down for his nap.
Nap time was amazing. I. did. nothing. and it. was. awesome.
Frankie usually wakes up about an hour before Joey does (I don't know how that girl needs so little sleep at her age!) and we play in the bedroom. Our favorite thing to do lately is this little piggy. she loves it so much. And 'round and 'round the garden on her hands. It's so cute! We talk about animals and body parts and I drop things into a box and count them. I feel like this hour is where we do crash course learning because the rest of the day is playing together with Joey. Which I'm sure she's learning more there than I realize.
Frankie always loves when Joey wakes up and the three of us hang out on mommy and daddy's bed. We've done this since Frankie was born, which I'm sure is why she loves it so much. We always hang out and talk on the bed together after Joey's nap and Frankie absolutely adores Joey. Then, Joey goes and gets us each a car and we vroom around talking (as the cars, of course) for the next 20 minutes or so, before venturing into the living room. Then the kids play and I make dinner. This is our post-nap routine.
Stuart came home around 6 and we all had a nice dinner together. The kids (especially Frankie) were in good moods. Frankie is sooo funny. She always makes these hilarious faces at Stuart. She adores Stuart. When Stuart is around, she's always happy. Always. It's so sweet how much she loves him.
After dinner, I spent 15 minutes by myself locked in the bedroom while Stuart played and cleaned up toys with the kids, then I emerged to watch our traditional 5 minutes of Bob the Builder with the kids and put Frankie to bed.
After dinner I had a super relaxing bath, some time with Stuart, and then I started to feel ultra sick. I was going to put one of Stuart's shirts on and I asked him if it was clean. He said to smell it. I did and immediately ran to the bathroom and spent the next five minutes throwing up. It was actually hilarious and when I got out of the bathroom, Stuart said, "Now there's a first" and we both started laughing.
This girl that I know (that now lives in Texas) who has a 2 year old recently had twins and she posted a picture of her with them yesterday with the caption: I took a picture while both girls were crying to see if you can tell from a photo that someone's brain is frying/melting. You can a little bit, it turns out.
She looked insanely exhausted. I almost cried when I saw the picture and wanted to do something nice for her, so I got her a pimpin' million dollar thing from Harry & David because omg if someone ever got me a million dollar thing from Harry & David, I would freak out with joy because it's such a nice thing to get, and she's going to get it in two days and I'm SO excited to do that for her and I can't wait for her to get it!!!
Anyway! Wow, this post turned super long. That was our day yesterday! Tada!
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