What to share???

I'm not quite sure what to share other than just a few tidbits from the last month

Thanksgiving flew by and we had a blast with Family and Friends. (My mom, the Yeh's, and the Hamiltons) The guys enjoyed the football games, the kids danced circles around us and the ladies dove through the Holiday Sale adds looking for those cheep and desirable Christmas presents Sooo fun. Only one catastrophe Cameron was jumping on the bed and fell hitting his head on the base board leading to a huge egg on his head.





























Black Friday was especially fun this year with Mike and I in Kingston and Gwen and Corrinne in Stoughton we had the targets/toy stores/and much more covered. Couldn't find it where you were have no fear the cell phone was ringing. Mike was much happier that this year I had a plan. I knew where everything was that we wanted and it was grab and go. Best part was if he was standing in an enormous line then I could run around and make sure I didn't miss any good deals. ($5 pink doctors kit for Sadie and a 10 huge truck for Cameron) GOOD DEALS GOTTA LOVE IT.

There was the anticipation of seeing Santa at the Church's Childrens Christmas Celebration. (Say that five times fast). And this year was a success. CAMERON sat on Santa's lap grinning from ear to ear and asked for the scooter. (Few... I'm confident Santa will be able to bring that) And we loved Auntie Anne's reading of the Candle in the Window. (I really think that joke will never get old) Nicki Caldwell is an amazing women. How she plans these events and juggles her own four kids truly admirable. THANKS NICKI FOR YOU HARD WORK!!!

Getting our Christmas Tree was much more enjoyable then years past because it was somewhat warm so we could tolerate walking around. One thing I've learned about myself when it comes to Christmas Tree hunting... GO WITH THE FIRST ONE YOU LIKE cause you will return and find it gone. This has made the hunt for a Christmas tree much faster. This year we let the kids help us decorate and I had to let go of my need for ornament balance. It was a fun family night for us. It has also been fun figuring how to decorate a new house for Christmas. With no mantle I hung our stockings on the banister with garland and put four candles with red bows in the front windows. And then we have the tree. So over all fairly simple.

I have enjoyed girls nights out where we let out the pent up steam of trying to get everything done for the holidays.

And now I can officially say My Christmas Shopping is DONE!!! Few!!! Now off to write my Christmas Cards. (I'll post my letter and pictures after I get them sent out) Some of you will be reading the letter via the computer only cause I don't have address for all my internet pals.

Remaining Hopeful

Well we had "the Hopeful" Drs. appointment. And while Cameron does NOT have cyclic febrile seizures... He does have febrile seizures due to infection... Cameron's infection that is causing his HIGH Fever is almost always strep throat. So the conclusion is we wait to see if he keeps getting Strep. Dr said now that Cameron is 3 he is less likely to get as many step infections as he did before(I'm a little skeptical). This winter will be the test period and if Cameron continues to follow the same path of strep infections resulting in HIGH FEVERS then we can talk about taking out his tonsils.

So I haven't lost hope that there may be some relief for Cameron, however I'm a little disappointed. I say this only because of the history. This past August I tried to be hopeful that Cameron would not get sick, but I was wrong. 3 consecutive Augusts Cameron has had seizures. Now December is quickly approaching and this month has a similar history to August. Will this make 3 consecutive Decembers with similar results. Is this going to be another Holiday of isolation and exhaustion?

Last Christmas Cameron Playing with his Manger while sporting his "cool" Hospital Gown.

I guess I don't know, but I am going to remain hopeful instead of worry.... Cameron gets sick then actions will be taken... Cameron doesn't get sick then maybe we have turned a corner and we will get to enjoy Christmas to the fullest... I guess it can only go up from here.

An awakening in Play and Hope!!

So Mike and I had an encounter this week where Cameron was clearly imitating an very common occurrence in our house that happen's about once every 2 1/2 to 3months.

Cameron found the thermometer. And was pretending to take Mike's temperature. When all of a sudden he says...

"Oh Crack... 15" Now you are probably wondering what this means...

Let me explain and then translate. I'm sure most of you know that Cameron suffers from Febrile seizures so Every time he gets/spikes a fever we MUST MOVE QUICKLY!!! So once his temp is taken ice and Motrin must be retrieved where ever we are. In the beginning there were many times when I wasn't prepared or hadn't quite learned what I needed to do (Car rides being the most frequent) thus resulting in seizures and trips in ambulances. (never fun and probably a little tramatic for us) So once I take his temp and I get something over 100 I will react. And after this little dramatic play from my son I'm confident what my reaction is. "OH CRAP... 101(or what ever the temp is)"

Well this takes me to my very exciting news as well as what I believe is a blessing from God. I may not have to react that way for much longer. I am pleased to say that by chance I received an article describing a condition where children have cyclic fevers resulting in Febrile seizures. And that there is a cure Take out the child's tonsils and adenoids. The article talks about how in some cases parents can tell you the exact day the fever will hit others a ball park. So when I went back through Cameron's records I can do that. I can tell you the exact month that Cameron will get these fevers. So maybe he could be a candidate for this procedure. Now wait here is the best part of the story the Doctor that discovered this cyclic fever and cure is at Children's Hospital BOSTON. (I could cry just saying it) Now we are scheduled to see this Doctor on the 20th of Nov. So I ask for you prayers. I'm trying not to get my hopes up because I don't know if Cameron will qualify for this treatment... But I gotta have faith that these things happen for a reason. I'm not sure where I stand on miracles and I def. don't understand how some people are cured and others aren't, but I gotta have faith that God knows best and Know I really feel like God is in this situation.

The Why Dialog

Well I realized today that we have reached Why stage of development for Cameron... Mind you every time he says it Sadie repeats it so it's like a double dose.

Do you ever start comprehending what you are saying like 5 words to late???

Here's how the Why dialog went... Clearly was not thinking when I started speaking.

Setting the stage: Sadie is infront of the love seat lying on the hard wood floor having her diaper changed. Cameron is jumping all over the love seat.

Me: Cameron don't jump on or off the Love seat cause you could jump on Sadie

Cam: Why?

Me: Cause you could hurt her.

Cam: Why?

Me: Cause if you jumped on her she would get a boo boo from you and the hard floor.

Cam: Why??

And this is where it happens I start teasing/speaking and then comprehend a little late what I really am saying...

Me with a smile : I know why don't you lay on the floor and I'll jump off and we'll see if it hurts you??

Cam: Na.. I don't want to do that??

Me just like Cam: Why??

Cam (Laughing): Cause I don't want to

Me: Why???

Cam (Still laughing): Cause I don't want to....

Me: Why??

I still can't believe what I said... I from now on promise to handle the why questions better... Answer once and then ignore!!

What kind of mother am I???

"Lady Like"

As a young child I could be a girly girl. I loved doing my hair or having my hair done, painting my nails. I loved pretty clothes, and I was notorious for doing cart wheels in the middle of church league basketball games. Despite my girliness I often heard the phrase "Megan that's not very lady like" Well Today's Blog is about my little girl Sadie Ruth

Just look at my beautiful little girl Could you even imagine that she is not 100% girl.
(No comment from the peanut gallery those who know her on a daily basis)

Well I see those same characteristics in my daughter... Loves to have her hair done, says "paint piggies"and loves her pretty clothes. (I'm sure she wont do a cartwheel in the middle of a basketball game cause she has an older brother to keep up with and be an example) However I often want to say to my 2o month old daughter "Sadie that's not very lady like."

Today was no exception. In our home we call passing gas... "toots" Sadie calls them "Tuts" Well today while Sadie was sitting on my lap she started to smile and get very still. As I hear her toot. SHE BEGINS laughing histerically "I tuts" she says. Then she proceeds to pass gas on command at least 3 more times. Each time laughing hysterically. And all I could think to say was "Sadie don't do that your gonna hurt your tummy." Which is totally false it probably will help her tummy to let out all that air... but what I really wanted to say was "Sadie that is not very Lady Like"

There are so many more other things that contribute to my daughters "unlady likeness". She pretends to burp and then says "ecuse me" while laughing and thinking she's cute. The icing on the cake is that she currently is sporting a very big and very purple shiner on her right eye. For Halloween I wanted to dress her up like a boxer cause she looks like one. Lastly let me give you the full picture of how undelicate my baby girl is... I think these pics speak volumes. hahahaha




























I guess I will be frequently saying what was said to me as a child... "That is not very Lady Like"

Yikes!!!

Well I felt yesterday's events were blog worthy so here it goes...

Well I guess the day really started at 2:00am when Cameron came into our room wanting Daddy to cuddle with him. We returned Cameron to his room where he slept until 6:30.

So we got up got the kids some breakfast had our cups of much needed coffee.

At 8am we all walked in the rain to the church to collect all the sound equipment needed for Peavey Lecture hall. (if your inquisitive as to why I can explain that another time)

So the kids in their jammies and Mike and I were busy at church. Nothing out of the ordinary just busy.

At 9:15 we ran home(still raining) I jumped in the shower and Mike got the kids dressed. 9:45 the kids and I were back out the door heading to church(walking in the rain again) off to Sunday School Mike stayed back to shower and get ready for church.

So I dropped the kids off and went back to Peavey. I ran to get a mic from the sanctuary where I ran into Someone that informed me People were looking for me because Cameron had thrown up in the 2's and 3's. I ran down stairs to find Cameron crying on his teachers lap. Pastor Tom cleaning up a huge throw up mess on the floor. So I took Cameron with me over to Peavey where I tried to get ahold of Mike who of course didn't answer the phone.

So now I'm in a dilema I gotta get Cameron home, get Sadie which Jes said she would take care of Sadie but I felt I needed to tell the nursery that was what was happening so that if something happened to Sadie they would know who to contact... That brought me to the conclusion I better just go get her. Thankfully I was relieved of any service reponsibilities so I didn't have to worry about that.

Well I run back over to the church and just as I was approaching the nursery door. Cameron starts throwing up again. ALL over my jacket and all over me(thankfully not in the nursery) I run to the bathroom where he throws up all over the Ladies room floor. So naturally two friends come to the rescue. (Thanks Sharon and Amie) They help me clean it up or at least cover it up until a mop can be retrieved. Amie grabbed Sadie for me and poor Cameron is crying over the toilet Saying "I not want to stay at the toilet." Of course two Sr. ladies enter the bathroom I just let them know to look out for the mess and of course say I'm soo sorry. Well Sharon and I grab my kids and off we go to Greet Mike at the MGR. So the four of us walk home in the rain.

Cameron did end up getting a fever, but no seizures. He did throw up several more times that afternoon and evening but we made it through another crazy "mikey" johnston family moment.

Honest and Yet Creative!!

I discussed Cameron in my last blog and how honest he was about mommies Cleaning habits.

Now while he is very honest he is also creative.

So before church I run into Cameron's Sunday School teachers and this is is what they shared with me.

The class was reviewing what happened to Joseph in the story from the weeks before and Cameron perks up and says.. "I know Joseph was thrown into a hole." His teachers were quite impressed with his memory but found his next statement to be quite amusing. "My mommy throws me into a hole."

First I must say, "thank goodness his sunday school Teachers are my friends."

Secondly, This is why Cameron is not in preschool yet. His file would be a mile long with his creativity and story telling.

Lastly I can only conclude that this was Cameron's way of expressing sympathy (cause I can assure you I have NEVER thrown my child into a hole. ) Putting himself in Joseph's shoes. And that was the only way he knew how to express it. Maybe I'm over analyzing but I hope that if that's the case sympathy and empathy are wonderful qualities for my little boy to have. But until he can really express that I can only imagine the stories he's gonna come up with.
It is kind of funny when you think about it.

Too honest!!!

I'm not quite sure what this says about my mothering/wife skills but here's how the afternoon went.

While my children were playing with Mike this afternoon I was busy cleaning... wiping down the bathroom, sweeping the floor, picking up toys (even had Sadie take some straggling toys back to the play room)

Well while I was busy at work Cameron says...
"Mommy you cleaning? Whose coming over?"

The sad part was I was cleaning cause a sitter was coming over for a little bit. My son has me down like a book. I do most cleaning when someone is coming over!! What kind of mom am I??? What am I teaching my kids.

So the story doesn't end there. When the baby sitter comes to the house.

Cameron says, "We clean the house so you can come over"
So not only does he know me well but then he has to rat me out!!! Nice!!!

It's only just begun!!!

This a really old picture...
So I'm thinking that it may be time to stop the duo baths that my little boy Cameron and my daughter Sadie have been participating in. (OF course there is a story why)

So last night after giving my children a bath Cameron was watching me put on Sadie's Diaper something that he has seen me do probably thousands of times. Well on this particular evening Cameron was very curious. He came to observe this very common occurrence and declared

"Sadie not have a penis??"

I responded with... "No Sadie does not..."

To which he then responded "Why Sadie not have a penis? What is it?"

Can I just say while yes we are using proper terminology with our son I wasn't quite ready to introduce the correct terminology for girls.

So I responded with a "Well Sadie is a girl so she doesn't have a penis and that is how God made her."

Luckly he was satisfied with that answer.

Then Today...
Cameron's friend Jaydon started school. And so I was telling Cameron that Jaydon's new classroom was where I taught before he(cameron) was born.

Then I mistakenly said
"Yea, Cameron, I was a teacher in that room when you were in my tummy!!"

As Cameron responds very with a very cute question
"Mommy did you gobble me up?!!"

But this is not over.
His friend Jaydon yells to Professor Ranstrom... "I went to school today!!!"
And Cameron yells equally as loud... "I was in my mommy's tummy!!!"
He then continues to tell everyone he sees this new found information that he has just received.

Oh brother it has only just begun. I can't believe I've hit this stage of curiosity... However they do make some cute stories that I can totally use against him when he is a teenager and brings a girl home!!

Everything happens all at once!!!

Mike starts double sessions today!!! So that means he is gone from 7am until 9pm everyday for the next week. If that is not enough... Two days ago I went to the Drs. with a horrible pain in my side. (I'm due for a Cat Scan to see If I could be potentially passing a kidney stone)

Then just before Mike was leaving for his very long day... Cameron spikes a fever!!! For those that don't know Cameron's history... Cameron is prone to have Febrile Seizures. So this means I don't just put my child on the couch let him watch TV feed him chicken soup and let him nap all day... This means a regimented schedule of Motrin and Tylenol... Frequent temp checks and Ice to the neck and joints depending on how high the temp gets. And of course he's still a little boy who thinks he can play at his normal speed(which with Cameron is Hyper speed) he hates being sick so I often get the brunt of his misery (when he was real little he used to just come up and hit me for no reason)... If that is not enough the Icing on the cake... Cameron is not the only one with a fever. Sadie has one too. With Sadie we can be a little more relaxed because she has not had a febrile seizure however we Feel that genetics are not in her favor considering Mike and I had the same condition that Cameron has. So we treat Sadie close to the same way we do Cameron (a few less temp checks and ice to the neck only if the fever gets really high) So I could use all the prayers I can get!! Pray that I can stay sane, calm, we are outside people and being stuck inside with beautiful sunshine outside is very hard for all the Johnstons'

This will be over in a week (lets hope)!

Let it out!!!

(Just thought I put up pictures of some views of peace and happiness)

This is me totally laughing at how silly my mind works...
For those who knew me back in the day... (talking middle school, high school, and maybe even a little of college) I was known as a "crier" I could cry at the drop of a hat!!! For absolutely silly reasons.

Well in my old age... (hahaha) I worked really hard at not being that way!!! I've concluded I've been successful. (for those of you who knew me back then ask Mike he'll tell you he knew me then and knows me now!!!) I've reverted to the other extreme that I hardly ever cry. There is occasional cry if I testify at church or share my heart to a large group of people, oh yea and the postpartum craziness but I just wont let myself cry any more... "I have to be a rock for my kiddos... Crying will make Mike feel bad... I can't show any sort of weakness... There is no time to cry". Etc. However in my success I created a new issue. I carry my stress on my shoulders and back. Because of my new found "strength" I'm suffering incredibly. I have the worst kinks and knots in my back that I can't even take a deep breath... Everything in moderation the experts say... Well maybe I should let myself cry in moderation too.

So for those of you criers out there I commend you!!! Learn from me Don't stop. Just let it out!!!

Potty Blues!!!

So I thought I went into this potty thing with pretty reasonable expectations. I knew there would accidents GALORE!!! However I thought that he would have at least one successful go at the potty. I also expected it to take 3 days for him to get it (just like everything else in Cameron's life) Plus he was so excited to use the potty this morning that I thought alright this is good, but good night!!! We have had lots of accidents (totally expected), But NO successes. I'm feeling like maybe I'm pushing to hard On the other hand Cameron has always had to have things done cold turkey. He is a creature of habit. HE HATES CHANGE!!! (I have no idea where he gets that from hahahaha for those who know me!!!) For example as a baby at 7 months I had to pull the plug on night feedings, I had to let him cry it out and it took 3 days. At 10months I had to ween him from taking naps in his car seat. (also took 3 days of crying at nap time) When we moved it took him 3 days of adjusting... for him to sleep until a normal hour of the morning. So I feel that I need to give this 3 days, but could he please have one successful go at it!! (Wait we may have a break through he was just standing next to me and he pulled down his pants and said, "I need to go poopies" PLEASE LET IT HAPPEN!!! I think I need it more then him)

Well there is hope and the day is not over!!! Pray that I have wisdom and patience for this new journey I'm embarking on!!!

My Baby Boy is 3!!!

So 3 years ago today I gave birth to the most precious and energetic boy in the world!!! (I'm totally bias)

I was thinking back to the day he was born and just thought I would share a little.

My epidural was amazing until it ran out after hours of pushing and making NO PROGRESS!!!
When the Doctor recommended a C-section, He "kindly" began informing me that I was not less of a woman for going this route I kindly (in the midst of excruciating pain) said, "You could take this kid out my nose for all I care JUST GET THIS BABY out!!!" It's totally funny how you become another person when in that much pain. Poor Mike got yelled at in the delivery room when he tried to console me by holding my hand. I responded with a resound "DON'T TOUCH ME!!!" You always see women on TV say that to there husbands, and I often think the media does a poor job portraying real life events, often exaggerating them... But the media got that one right!!!

Many of my memories of that day and the days to follow are...
~The shear joy/excitement when Mike announced that the baby was a boy.
~And the way I felt every time the nurse would bring Cameron to me first thing in the morning. I truly experienced Joy when that little boy was returned after just a few hours of sleep!!!
~ The silly postpartum emotions of looking at my Son with panic and saying "are you really a Cameron. Did we pick the right name???"
~ Excessive crying in the middle of the night for no reason what so ever
~ Once we were home the 3 hours of crying that he would do from 3pm-6pm.
~ The pure angst I felt towards Mike for being able to lay there and sleep while I had to painfully nurse every 2-3 hours through out the night. And that my world had been turned upside down while his "appeared" to remain the same.

Having a baby is one of the most JOYFULLY Hard things you will ever experience (for those of you who maybe experiencing it now) I've concluded that is just how parenting is... Joyfully HARD!!! Once you get through the night feedings you deal with sleep training and then you enter the terrible twos followed by potty training and goodness knows what follows that (I can only look forward to them). So I hope that I can parent with a joyful spirit, but I'm confident that I will have those days when I pull out my hair yell... and other days where I enjoy every little thing my kids do and of course just think "could you get any cuter" (pic of Cameron Lovin' his new baby sister)

I must share one of those cuter then cute moments I just recently had with Cameron. While in Maine one night Mike had put Cameron To bed. At around 11:30pm (I was about 30min. into a very comfortable sleep) I hear a thud and crying coming from the room our kids were sleeping in) I run into a completely pitch black room(I could not see a blessed thing) I hear Cameron crying from the floor. As I reach down to my crying child who is wedged between the bed and a chair plus all tangled in his covers. He is traumatized from being abruptly woken up because he has fallen from his bed ... He so sweetly and Kindly says... "oh thank you mommy, thank you". As if I had just saved him from a near death experience. This just amazed me, Even in that moment my almost 3 year old had truly expressed gratitude!!! He was so grateful for my rescue. My kids amaze me daily.

Happy birthday to my 3 year old Cameron Michael Who has brought me such "over all joy" and amazes me in the funniest little ways.

7:54am and already a bad day!!!

I wonder how anyone can have a bad day by 8am in the morning.

Starting with Sadie waking at 5am followed by Cameron soon after. They had gone to bed late so they have been really exhausted. There were fits over toothbrushes, fits over what we could dress up in. (I don't like Cameron to play dress up with his or Sadie's clothes... It just makes more laundry and we know I don't want that) Then fits over what we were eating for breakfast and even a fit over the fact that the pancake would not stay on the fork!!!!

Then I went to make my MUCH NEEDED CUP OF COFFEE and we are out of COFFEE Filters.

7:00am I give the children a bath, but I'm not dressed I'm still walking around in a tank top, and PJ pants, and of course NO BRA!!! I'm due to walk at 8:30am so I have more then enough time.

That brings me to the icing on the cake.

At 7:45 this morning there is someone knocking at my door. (not gonna lie it seemed like a pounding on the door) . Now usually if it is Mikes workers I know they can wait a min. and I can go get something a little more presentable on before I answer the door. Well today I look to see my former landlord standing there. So I panic just out of sheer shock and open the door not even thinking about what I'm wearing!!! But once I did I totally relized what I was wearing and then tried to play the cover up game with the door and my arm. I mean I should never be seen with out a bra, it is just bad news. I was so embarrassed!!!! And he needed to know where mike was. Of course Mike was at work not at home, however was in a meeting with his new boss. GOOD GRIEF!!!

Needless to say I'm treating myself to a Dunkin coffee this morning!!!

The truth!!!

I didn't know what to write about so I thought I'd share this little thing that happened yesterday!!

My husband finally spoke his view on our "story"

When you meet new people a question often asked "is how did you and your husband meet??"

Well for those that know Mike and I you know the story- we've known each other sense we were 3 and 4; started dating at 13 &14; then broke up at 17 & 18; got back together at 19&20, engaged at 21&22, married at 22&23, Kids by 25&26 etc.

Well When I tell the actual story the break up at 17 & 18 is generally told by me I always say initiated the break up and of course I go into the drama "That mike started during the break up" I must say I'm never fair in telling the story I make Mike look like the bad guy during the break up always laughing about it of course... Then I explain that at the end of my freshman year of college we get back together leaving out details because they aren't funny. And he generally keeps quiet, but not Last night. He turns to our friends after we are laughing about some of the drama ("That he started" of course) and He then he chimes in "YEA BUT WHO CAME CRAWLING BACK???" Of course totally true, but man I now know he totally enjoyed and was amused by me and my completely humbling moment in life!! The truth comes out!!!

To funny!!!

The new battle

So I was wondering today am I alone??? Does anyone else's 2/3 year old do this

I have a strong willed child!!! His new way of control is to play this new game. Here is how the dialog will go

Me: Cameron let's go read books before naps

Cameron: No I don't want to read books

Me: O.k but you still have to take a nap
(I put Cameron in his bed)

Cameron: I want books

Me: O.k.
(Lay down to read a book)

Cameron: I don't want books

Me: I leave

Cameron: Scream and cry, "I WANT BOOKS"
All until he falls asleep!!

He has been doing this for everything!!! (play dough, movies/TV shows, Playing outside)

Bottom line is I think he has to many choices... All because I really don't care. I don't care if he plays with play dough (either you want to do something special or you don't) But man my kid is trying to control me and stall when he does this switch of choices!!! And I find it really FRUSTRATING!! Is ignoring it the best thing. Sometimes I leave the books out so he can look at them himself or I will leave the play dough on the table so when he wantst to play with it he can go get it.

I don't know!!!

On my own pool side!!!

So I decided to try a day at the pool me, the kids, and an array of friends. It was actually not so bad. Cameron is actually quite independent at long as his swimmies are on. So really I only have to hover over Sadie. And hover is what has to be done because she is a little dare devil. She always wants to be in the action and she is fearless. (nothing like her mother)

We had one little miss hap where she went diving off the step to grab the toy that floated away from her he ended up fully under the water. All within an arms reach. I scooped her up and she was fine. And she napped from 1:30-4:00 when I woke her up to go home. So the afternoon was for the most part a breeze. (minus the anxiety of not being able to hear her if she cried and fearing she would wake my napping in-laws).

It was a great day!!! and I'm tired!!!

Confidence in Routine

As a former educator of young children (3-6) I often emphasized the importance of routine in a child's life. That when life is routine they are more compliant because they know what to expect and what is to come. However I've now concluded that this routine is not just benificial for the children but for us as parents too.

When we are out of routine (which feels like most of the summer, vbs, vacations, days at the beach, pool side, etc) I find myself constantly 2nd guessing my parenting. A later nap or a later wake up time make me doubt how the rest of my day should go. My children generally eat when they are hungry and nap when they are tired, but over tired and beyond hunger are when disasters strike, and the tantrums begin especially for my oldest.

Today was no exception. Trying to get back to our normal routine just was ONE BIG BATTLE!!! So much so I resorted to Super Nanny's bedtime technique. Child gets out of bed there is no talking from you while you return the child back to bed. I HATE THAT!!! (works but I don't like it). And I won the battle but I'm left to wonder(2nd guess) did I try to put him to bed to early, or did I miss that window that all those sleep books tell you is the best time to put them to bed. (Also I can't stand to see my child that out of control. ) Oh well this is life and this too shall pass.
Boy I can't wait until he is a teenager!!!

Back to Bloggin'

I always liked blogging on myspace, but now I've followed the crowd and decided to use facebook as my contact to the outside world. I've missed blogging. So here I am. We'll see how I do.