Amber and Aaron

Amber and Aaron

The Fun We've Already Had...

  • Graham Tomas born July 31 at 5:04 P.M. weighing 8 lbs, 12 oz.
  • December 2, 2011: PREGNANT!!!
  • Paisley Kate arrived August 21 at 5:38 P.M. weighing 7 lbs, 9 oz
  • DUE DATE: August 25, 2010!!!
  • Dec. 14, 2009- PREGNANT!!!
  • Oct. 07,2009- Had elective D&C.
  • Sept 28, 2009- No embryo on ultrasound. :(
  • Sept 15th, 2009- We found out we're PREGNANT!!!
  • Sept '09- Aaron had varicocele repair.
  • July '09- IUI #1 with HCG shot= No such luck
  • April '09- Ovarian drilling surgery, followed by hospitalization for uterine infection
  • Jan-Mar '09- metformin + 3 rounds of clomid= no ovulation
  • Dec. 11, 2008- Hysterosalpingogram (Fancy word for shooting dye through the ovaries. OUCH)
  • Nov '08- Sent to RE. Tried metformin alone for two months (No ovulation)
  • Oct '08- Diagnosed with PCOS based on amenorrhea and crazy hormone levels.
  • June '08- Aaron convinced me to start trying.
  • June '04- Got Hitched!

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Worst Parenting Day Ever

Well, my kids hate me. For real. Paisley has been living up to the Terrible Two's like it is her life mission to be the poster child. But today is special. Let's recap because misery loves company. And I definitely need some encouragement through this.

Wake Paisley up at 8 am. She smiles and acts silly for approximately 30 seconds until the evil overtook her and she started whining and demanding things.

I attempt to get her dressed while she repeatedly tells me "don't like that" and removes each article I just put on her. Finally, I cram her into her clothes and then cuddle her so she can't wiggle out.

We get to the coats and she picks her silver one. Fine. Head to the car at a turtle pace. Then she spins around and beelines it back to the front door while her poor brother is in his seat in the car. She is insisting on wearing her pink coat.

I try to refuse which causes a major meltdown. In desperation to get her to school, I put her in the stupid pink coat. Drag her to the car where she decides she wants to just stand next to her carseat. Uh, nooooo.

The battle that ensued to get her in the seat could have landed us on Cops for a domestic disturbance. It then occurs to me that I could really go for a night in jail. Sounds like a spa day to me. They'd serve me food, let me nap an even sleep uninterrupted! And don't you get books there?

Anyways, back to the story. On the way to school, she wanted to talk about the things on the side of the road and cars driving by, etc. I was happy with the change in attitude.

Until we get to school. She now wants her silver coat back on. And then she has to throw an enormous fit when we get to her room. I shovel her into the poor teacher and nearly run out of there.

But the worst happened this afternoon. Graham pooped all over his outfit on the way to pick her up, so he was in his carseat rocking a diaper only. Then he decided to throw a very rare outrageous fit as we head into the school.

His screeching was quite noticeable to everyone in the building who had ears, drawing lots of unwanted attention. But then, I go to pick her up and she runs away from me!!! I usually am greeted with a giant hug and excitement. Not today while my nude baby is screaming like a piglet in the hallway.

She runs all over the room yelling "nooooo" until I catch her. Then she kicks and screams as if I'm abducting her. Lovely. So my walk of shame included a naked, screaming baby in a carrier in January and a furious toddler kicking me. I would never go back except I need to!!!


  1. We've all been there! Just remember they've seen it all, you aren't the first and its OK. Next week will be better!

  2. Lolllolololol! This is my life exactly! Three coats today and then an elbow into the stomach to get him strapped in the seat. You are lucky she chatted happily in the car; my son screams "get me outta hereeeeeee" all while crying so hysterically he almost vomits. Misery does love company! You are not alone!

  3. I have had some walks of shame in college, but never that bad!!!!

    So far most of Avery's bad days are when we are just at home (thank God), but I am sure something like this is coming!!!

  4. *hugs* I completely understand!

  5. LOL Oh wow. A night in jail sounds like a walk in the park. You poor thing. Unfortunately, I think the terrible two's are like a rite of passage or something for parents. I hear if you make it through they give you a case of beer and candy.

  6. *hugs* omg you poor thing! can I go to jail with you?? sounds like a day at the spa!! :)

  7. Ah yes, the refuse to get strapped in the car seat fit...been there, done that!

  8. I'm sorry, but now that it is over, kind of funny....right?! Or no?! lol! Yeah, I have TWO 2 year olds - if one isn't "being two" the other most certainly is! I think our neighbors may call CPS on me because they have probably heard me yell "get in the damn car!" more than once lol! Paisley sounds like she is a little more "stubborn" than my two far. That said, I think Addy is headed there - give her time, she isn't quite two yet (two weeks, eeeek!). I think that's the mark of a smart, independent, healthy woman - they just have to LIVE through toddler hood first! lol!