Let me start by saying thank you to everyone who commented on my last post.  All of your suggestions were helpful, especiallyLindsey’s , who suggested that I just throw the recliner away.  I seriously thought about that one because really, who wants to clean a pee soaked chair?  Not me!  Although, I thought with the state of the economy I would choose the cheaper option.   I used a combination of Borax, baking soda, and sunlight.  All have worked to get the smell out, but the stain is still there.  I’m going to have to get some of that cleaner that Danielle mentioned because I do remember that it worked on my couch so well for food stains that we used the whole bottle. 

When I haven’t been all consumed with potty training over here (which takes up most of my free time), I have been worrying myself silly over whether or not I should start Aeralyn on dance classes this fall. 

What?  You never knew that I make a HUGE deal out of seemingly very small matters?  Well, hello!  You do not know the half of it.  Feel free to roll your eyes at my expense, because honestly?  I know I’m all shades of crazy.  My family tells me often.

Anyway, Aeralyn is 2 and 1/2 now, and I’m thinking it is time to put her in dance.  I say that, and I mean it, but in the same breath I realize how ridiculous that sounds, too.  I mean, she is 2 and 1/2.  Practically still a baby.  I do think that she is ready for something though, and I’m thinking dance is where we will start. 

Now, my issue is that there are tons of dance studios in our area.  The first one I looked at was ruled out quickly when I saw that the elementary age dancers were wearing booty shorts, half tops, fishnet stockings, and makeup caked on thicker than a New Jersey housewife.  It was also run by a girl that I went to highschool with and was never very fond of, so that was a quick no.  Even a HELL NO considering I don’t want my little girl looking like a little ho.

There were a few other studios that were quickly ruled out when I heard from other moms with experience that they didn’t approve of the dance moves, didn’t love the instructors, etc. 

Then I found one studio that I liked because they wear cute, age appropriate constumes, the owner is young, vibrant, and super sweet, and I had a good reccommendation from a mom that I know and trust.  They have one recital a year, classes are once a week from September to May, they have award winning competition dancers, and the instructors are all exceptionally trained.  The only drawback that I see is the price: $500. 

Five. Hundred. Dollars.  Half of ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS.  Payable in 4 easy installments of $125.  Oh, and by the way?  Costumes for recitals are extra. 

Once I died and came back to life, I realized that that is the going rate for dance classes, and actually?  That is a little cheaper than some places. 

Once I came to terms with the fact that dancing is quite an expensive activity, I thought I had settled on that studio.  I signed Aeralyn up for the one week summer dance camp and went on about my merry way.  Then, just yesterday, I found out about another dance studio that is right down the street from the first one.  I recognized the name right away, but I always assumed it was in Savannah, not close to my house, so I never thought twice about it.  Well, I paid that studio a visit this morning, and was practically swept off my feet. 

This studio is bright and shiny and a thousand times fancier than the first one.  I tried to tell myself that brighter and shinier does not always mean better, but I was quickly falling in love.  I took a tour and even got to watch a 5-6 year old class practice for the upcoming recital.  The dance was cute, the costumes were even cuter, and as far as I could see, I didn’t see a child hooker wannabe anywhere in sight.  The instuctor was also young (although older than the first), vibrant, and cheerful.  This studio has 2 recitals a year, including the cutest ever Christmas one where they perform the Grinch.  They have a float in both of our hometown parades, exceptionally trained instructors, a summer dance camp, and the same prices as the first dance studio.  BUT WAIT!  There’s more!  They also have logo tees, shorts, jackets, etc., monnagrammed dance bags and jackets, and all the other bright shiny stuff. And a waiting room for parents to sit in with a TV that shows your child’s class while they are practicing. 

I badly want to go with the fancier studio, but then again, I almost feel like I should go with the first because I really did love it, until I saw this other one.  And I already have Aeralyn enrolled in the camp there with a nonrefundable deposit.  I could try the first studio for a year and if I don’t like it, change to the other one the next year, but I really don’t want to do that.  I am almost certain that this is something Aeralyn is going to enjoy and want to stick with for a while, so I would like to pick a place and keep it instead of flip flopping. 

Is anybody still out there?  If you have any advice to give, please give it.  I know you may think this is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard in your life, but it is very important to me, and I’m pretty sure it is going to be important to Aeralyn in the near future.  Atleast, I hope it is because I sure have wasted a lot of time worrying about it if it’s not.


Okay, who can tell me the easiest/most effective way to get pee smell/stain out of suede? Yes, my kid just peed in the recliner. Yes, potty training sucks.


So, anybody out there know? Thanks in advance!

Some days, this working mom gig really sucks. 

Today is one of those days.

Everyday is a test of my patience, which I tend to have very little of at any given moment anyway.  I inherited the impaired patience gene from my father, and some days, I think the dear Lord forgot to give me any at all. 

Today was the last day of school.  Working in a Kindergarten classroom is challenging everyday, but throw in a week straight of rain (OH! THE RAIN!!), the excitement over summer vacation, total loss of routine and structure, and parents hanging out in the classroom all day, and you’ve got yourself a recipe for total chaos.  Today seemed to be one of the longest days ever, and my patience was definitely all used up at school, as it is on many days.

Now I feel guilty because I don’t have any left for Aeralyn, and it’s not fair to her.  And good GRACIOUS!  Does she ever need my patience today considering she did not get a nap at daycare, has been couped up inside all week (see above: RAIN!), and apparently ate 7 gallons of candy today(grrr…which reminds me: why the hell does every freaking celebration for kids have to involve massive amounts of sugar?  Whoever invented that concept should be locked in a room with eleventy million sugared up 3 year olds.)  

Ahem.  Back to my point. 

My kid is currently running circles around the dog in the living room and screaming like a raving lunatic(when I started writing this post, it was 4:30 in the afternoon.  Now it is 8:40pm and her little butt has been nestled in bed since 6:45pm).  Also, we have had meltdowns over: the wrong flavor of yogurt offered for snack, the fact that I gave her leftover broccoli and cheese soup for dinner (homemade and awesome by the way and totally not from a can), the inhumanity that there were no “pony panties” clean so I offered flowered ones instead and finally shoved a Pull-Up on her ass because I am thisfreakingclose to listing her on Ebay.  And everyone wonders why I’m so fanatical about her getting her nap during the day.  This is why people.  THIS IS WHY!!!  Then I decided to give myself a little bit of a break and pop in a movie so that I could load the dirty dishes torturing me in my sink into the dishwasher.  I was in the kitchen and she was in the living room, which is WIDE OPEN to the kitchen.  Like one big room, really.  She was sitting in the recliner which is facing away from the kitchen watching the movie…or so I thought.  I was working on the dishes for about 10 minutes before I thought to myself, wow, she is really quiet.  Then I thought, wonderful, she has gone to sleep at 5 in the afternoon.  I walked in to check on her, and I found this:

That, my friends, is an entire tube of itch relief cream.  And this is photo evidence of why you should never, ever, trust a quiet child.

Also, fun fact of the day that I betcha didn’t know because neither did I and I still wish I didn’t: guess what smells like a giant rotten egg fart?  If you guessed massive amounts of anti itch cream, then you guessed right!  Lucky you that you’re not here smelling it. 

The following conversation ensued between Aeralyn and I:

Me: Why did you play with the itchy medicine?
Her: Juss ecuz
Me: You know better than to play with medicine, don’t you?
Her: blank stare
Me: (growing impatient but still thinking I should probably get a picture of this) Don’t you?
Her: uh huh
Me: Then why did you do wrong and play with the medicine?
Her: Juss ecuz I was a little bit itchy

Well folks, there you have it.  Seemed like a good enough reason for me.  ‘Tis the story of my life. 

And who says I don’t have patience?  Oh yeah, me.  That’s right.

I was really going somewhere with this post about having all this guilt for being a working mom and blabbity blab, but I totally lost it and now you have the story of how we ended up with an early bath and early bedtime around here for everyone.  And now I’m off to bed so that I will be semi-ready when she wakes up at 6:30am since she went to bed so early.  I just know that is going to bite me in the butt.  And hopefully it won’t make it itch considering we are now out of anti itch cream.


Holy cow, I miss you guys! 

I have started this post about 376 times over the past several months, and never got anywhere with it because I just don’t even know what to say.

Today I’m going to finish it, but don’t expect anything prophetic.  I’m not ready to give up on this blog all together (although I’m sure you’re thinking otherwise considering where the hell have I been?!), but I just can’t seem to make the time for it anymore.  But, I’m willing to try again because I’ve really had the urge here lately, hence my increased Twitter activity.

Which, by the way, could Twitter be any more ridiculous and addictive?  I’m a little obsessed I think. 

So, let me give you some updates in random listy format because that is simply the quickest way.

  • Remember that baby of mine?  Well, forget the baby because she is no longer that sweet little angel faced baby that you know and love.  She is a sweet angel faced little girl with opinions, attitude, big girl panties,earrings, pig tails, skinned knees, buckets full of energy, and did I mention attitude?  Don’t believe me, see for yourself:

What happened to my baby, y’all?

  • I am now a working mom with the bag full of guilt to prove it.  So now you can’t say anything about my lack of blogging because I actually have a legitimate excuse!  I am a parapro in a kindergarten classroom, and I absolutely love it.  I’m not going to pretend like it is all rainbows and butterflies all the time because it surely is not, but I do love my job.  Now I am certain I want to finish my early childhood education degree in the near future.


  • I am 30lbs lighter than the last time I blogged regularly.  BREAKING NEWS:  Diet and exercise really do work!  Who knew?  I’ve still got a long way to go, but I can see the light at the end of the fat tunnel, and I will be basking in it in the (near-ish) future.  I can feel it. 


  • Aaron and I have yet to kill eachother, which is an accomplishment.  We still love eachother more than we love brownies, which is saying something more than you could ever know because we can devour some brownies over here (except not me because, you know, diet and stuff.  Ahem).  Seriously.  


  • I am still absolutely obsessed with Grey’s Anatomy.  In fact, my mouth is currently still hanging wide open since watching the season finale last night.  The first thing I said to Aaron this morning when we woke up was “I just can’t believe it was George.  They can’t kill my George!”  For real though, George simply cannot be dead.  Right?  RIGHT? 


  • I have changed my mind about letting Aeralyn be an only child.  I really want another baby.  Aaron does not.  Major dilemma. 

I think that is all of the updates that are worth telling for now.  I know there is a ton more, but I’m hoping to be back somewhat regularly for a while, so you will hear all about everything once again.  Are you excited yet?

Merry Christmas!

We interrupt this regularly scheduled blogging hiatus to wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas and an awesome new year!  Stuff your bellies and love your family and all that mushy stuff, and I’ll see y’all in 2009 (PROMISE)!


Christmas Card

Dear Aeralyn,

Last week you turned twenty months old.  I realized then that I had yet to even write your nineteen month letter, so I decided to put them together.  I was feeling a little like I had let you down because I didn’t get around to writing your letter last month.  And then I started thinking about all the fun things that we had been doing these past few weeks, and it made me feel a little better.  You may not a have a baby book that has every little detail filled out, or an elaborate scrapbook full of memories, but you do have a mommy who loves to spend time playing with you, and that is more important right now. 

You have changed so much these past two months.  Your vocabulary has more than tripled what it was when I wrote your eighteenth month letter.  Your favorite word by far is “No”.  The answer to almost every question is “No”.  Even when daddy asked you if you were a good girl for mommy the other day, you said “No” very nonchalantly.  Well, atleast you were honest.

That brings me to my next point…

You are what all the experts call a “Spirited Child”.  I should really let them put your picture in their books next to the Spirited Child description.  You are on the go non-stop from the time you wake up in the morning until the time you go to bed at night.  You have opinions about the way things should go during your day, and if something happens and things don’t go just right, you let everyone know that you are not happy about it.  I’m learning to deal with your tantrums a little better now than when they first started, even though I will admit that it is tough.  There are some days when I think that if you throw one more fit, I’m going to list you on ebay.  This stage you are going through is the hardest so far, but I know we will make it through. 

I’m also learning to stop comparing you to everyone else’s kid.  You are your own person.  You have your own way of expressing your thoughts and emotions, and I’m finally realizing that that is okay.  Remember that one day when you have kids of your own.  Trust me, it will save you ALOT of aggravation.

As soon as you wake up in the morning, you want to put on your shoes and head outside.  We spend more time outside than in these days since the weather is so nice.  You love to swing, climb, and slide on your little swingset.  Most of all, you LOVE to go fishing at the river.  We have already been fishing three times so far, and you have loved every minute of each time.  You are not the slightest bit afraid of the fish, and you get so excited when daddy or me catches one so you can touch it.  You also, much to my horror, like to play with the worms and the crickets that we use to catch the fish.  I guess you are going to be a bit of a tomboy. 

I have had so much fun lately watching your imagination at work.  You have started pretending quite often lately.  You will pretend to change your babies diapers and feed them a bottle.  You will “read” books to your stuffed animals, and make your little Backyardigans figurines dance.  Which, by the way, you LOVE the Backyardigans.  Your favorite movie is Surf’s Up, and you ask for it atleast once a day.  As soon as I put the DVD in, you start to dance and sing the songs that they sing.  You dance during the whole movie and I’m sure would watch it 25 times a day if I let you.  At first I worried about letting you watch TV, but as much as you love watching the Backyardigans, you love to play outside, color, read books, and play with your toys even more.  I’m happy about that and I hope it stays that way.

You have started communicating to me when you want things, which makes my life and yours a billion times easier.  If you want a drink, you will say “I grink, I grink!”, or if you want to go outside, you will say “I shoes on!”.  You will say “more” and do the sign for it when you want more of something.  You will say “Surf’s Up” and grab the remote when you want to watch your movie.  You say yes and no when we ask you questions (although mostly you just say no), and you follow simple commands with ease.  You can open the refrigerator and grab whatever snack you want, and you love to help me pour your drink.  It is amazing how much you have changed into a little functioning person.  It seems like it has all happened overnight. 

I almost afraid of typing this for fear that something will change, but I feel like I need to put this in here; You are the best eater I have ever seen when it comes to toddlers.  You almost always finish whatever it is I give you for all of your meals, and you eat plenty of snacks to keep you satisfied throughout the day.  Some of your favorite foods are: cheese (of course), yogurt, tomatoes, ranch dressing and ketchup for dipping, grapes, oranges, raisins, bagels with cream cheese, cinnamon toast, spaghetti ( I have learned that I can pretty much hide ANYTHING in spaghetti sauce and you will eat it.  I wonder if it’s because of all that spaghetti I ate while I was pregnant with you?), grilled chicken (you’re not much on fried chicken or chicken nuggets, which is so weird but totally ok with me), grilled cheese, potatoes, butter beans, corn, green beans, sweet peas, carrots, fruit snacks, anything and everything that is sweet, peanut butter sandwiches (hold the jelly)…and seriously this list could go on forever.  But, my point is, that I love that you are a such a good eater.  I love that you are almost always willing to try something, even if it looks a little weird.  I realize that most toddlers are extremely picky about what they eat, and that I’m very lucky to have such a good eater.  Now, just keep it up.   

Punkin’, you are mine and your daddy’s pride and joy.  We are having so much fun with you right now, and we know it’s only going to get better from here.  You have made me slow down and enjoy the smallest, simplest things.  I can never thank you enough for showing me what is really important in life.

I love you more than you will ever know,


We had a fun filled and busy Easter weekend.  Want proof? Here you go.

So, it begins.  Potty training, that is.  This is something I have dreaded ever since I first thought of having kids.  I haven’t been in a big hurry to start with Aeralyn, but she has recently started showing some interest in the potty.  Gammie and Papa bought her a potty seat for Christmas, and Aaron put it together a couple of weekends ago.  She’s only eighteen months old, so I’m not pushing her or expecting alot from her right now.  But yesterday, she pee-peed in the potty.  I clapped and danced and made a HUGE deal out of it, of course.  And I gave her a treat (a marshmallow).  Now she thinks that just by sitting on the potty, she should get a treat.  Maybe after a few more days she will get it. 

Today while she was sitting on the potty, I decided to sing a song to get her motivated.  I sang, complete with killer dance moves I might add, “Potty like a big, Potty like a big girl…”  to the tune of Party Like a Rock Star.  I know, I’m so creative.  Problem is, she liked my song and dance so well that she decided to stand up and dance to it while peeing all over the rug under her feet. 

What can I say, I’m a rock star.    

Really though, I shouldn’t get too excited since I caught her the other day dancing to the rhythm of the dishwasher.  Yes, the dishwasher.  This kid will dance to anything. 

Month Eighteen

Dear Aeralyn,

You’ve been eighteen months old for almost two weeks now, and I’m still not having any easier time with it.  Eighteen months sounds so toddlerish and so much less babyish to me, and that is very hard to handle.  You are growing entirely too fast for my liking.

 Today was your well baby checkup.  You have finally exceeded the 20lb mark.  You are actually  21lbs even, and 30 inches long.  You are staying in the slightly below average range for weight and height.  Thankfully your pediatrician is sweet and reassures me that you are a healthy girl, just a little on the petite side.  You are just now getting into 12-18 months clothing, much to my despair because mommy thought she was smart by buying all your summer clothes last year on clearance in 18-24 months size.  Maybe you will grow into them before summer is over. 

Your pediarician was so impressed with how social and sweet you are.  You never once protested when he was listening to your heart or looking in your ears and nose.  He even held you for a little bit while you smiled and laughed at him.  I couldn’t be happier with your outgoing personality. 

We turned your carseat around in the car this month, and you were ecstatic.  You love to look out the window and play with your toys without having your legs squished into the back seat.  I like that I can see you better now and hand you things easier.  Like your cup for instance, that you drop no less than 37 times in a 5 minute car ride.  But atleast you are happier and more comfortable now.   

Each month, you have learned so much that it has been hard for me to keep up.  This month is definitely no exception.  You are almost constantly talking now.  You still have alot of baby jibber jabber, but you also say plenty of phrases and words that we can understand.  A few nights ago after your bath, you were examing the picture hanging above your changing table.  It is a picture of you sleeping when you were a week old.  You looked at the picture and said “It’s a bay-bee” followed by “It’s a cute bay-bee!”.  After laughter and praise from me and your daddy, you kept going.  You said “Bay-bee night night” and “sleepy”.  Then you kissed the picture and said “awwww”.  It’s amazing to me just how much you understand about the world around you. 

Your sweet and compassionate side has really started to show this month.  One of your favorite things to do is wrap your baby doll in a blanket and rock her in your rocking chair.  You softly pat her back and whisper “It’s awwww-wite baby.  Shhh.”  It makes me melt every time to see you act like that.  You have a routine at night where you run to give daddy hugs and kisses, and then you tell him  “Wuv you bay-bee, night night”, and he repeats the same to you.  Then you come to me and repeat the process all over again while you nestle down for me to rock you to sleep.  It is by far my favorite part of the day. 

Happy eighteen months punkin’!  I love you more than words could ever express.


Hey y’all!  Aeralyn is over her little bout with the flu, which was thankfully not a terrible one.  I somehow managed to avoid it altogether, which is obviously a miracle.  Although, I did manage to catch strep throat.  That sucked royally, but atleast it wasn’t the flu. 

I’m glad that you all think this strawberry peeling nonsense is just as weird as I do.  And yes, peeling a strawberry can be done.  As long as you have a very sharp knife, a steady hand, and somebody who has more patience than I do.  Aaron does it every summer.  He painstakingly peels every little strawberry that he wants for his yummy strawberry shortcake.  And I point and laugh while eating mine right in front of him saying “You know, if you weren’t so weird, you could be eating that instead of peeling it!”  I know, I’m mean.  Also, I don’t peel his strawberries for him because 1.) he is a big boy and can do it himself 2.) everyone gets nervous when I hold a knife and 3.) there would be no strawberry left to eat if I was doing the peeling.  Which is exactly why I am not allowed to peel potatoes or cucumbers, or any other thing that needs to be peeled.  But wait!!  Now I can because Santa was nice enough and brought me the Rotato!  And I love it more than I could ever express. 

Now, I’m going to beat this strawberry thing in the ground and never mention it again.  Okay, maybe not ever, but atleast not for a while.  I just have to tell you this story so that you will know exactly how strange my husband really is. 

On our wedding night, we stayed at a nice hotel in downtown Savannah.  When we got there, we noticed someone had sent chocolate covered strawberries with a bottle of champagne to our room.  They were from my sister, and I thought that was such a nice gesture.  Very romantic, right?  Except no, not at all because when I tried to give one to Aaron, he made a grimacing face and refused.  I thought, you have got to be kidding me, but sadly, he was not.  He couldn’t eat them because he couldn’t stand the seeds.  So, I ate the whole plate of strawberries by myself, and that turned out to be much less romantic than sharing them with my new husband, as you can imagine.    

So, this seems to be some kind of illness that my daughter has inherited from her father.  I have tried several times over the last week to get her to eat strawberries, and it just ain’t happening.  Oh well, more for me!