Yesterday, on Noah's actual birthday, we had his "family party." You see he's got it all categorized. Noah keeps reminding everyone that he has "4 special days"
one at church (when they sang to him last week and he got a birthday treat from the Bishop)
his Ocean Party with his friends
his family party
and his special day at preschool (which is Monday).
And so the party continues...
Yesterday, part of my present to him was that I would spend the day, THE WHOLE DAY, playing with him, paying attention to him, and pretty much doing whatever he wanted.
(i.e. no cleaning, blogging, reading, long social calls, errands, appts, etc.)
It was really nice for both of us. We didn't go anywhere, just hung out at home. We didn't even watch tv (except once, when we watched the animated version of the Nativity).
One thing Noah was really excited about was getting out all of the Christmas decorations. So that's how we spent the entire morning. Yes it really did take all morning. Because first I let the kids do it all themselves. Then I made them gather everything up and let mommy help. They rolled with it. (Really though, would you want a stuffed snowman sitting on top of your trash can? Or tree ornaments hung from the nobs of each and every (bottom) kitchen cabinet? Or stockings hanging from light switches? Or how about a box of Christmas cards propped up on your coffee table?)
The kids wanted to pose with some of their favorite Christmas decorations
Noah is holding a tree ornament with Humpty Dumpty on it (nursery rhyme included)
while Alex giggles at the puppy who's santa hat has become detached
I admit we are lacking in the Christmas decorations department. This year especially, I noticed how...ummmm...small everything is. That's just how it goes when you've lived in cramped apartments your entire married life : )
We listened to Christmas music
We sang and danced
We read books
We baked and decorated a cake
We watched The Nativity
We ate some of Noah's favorite foods (waffles for breakfast, quesadillas for lunch)
And we tried not to watch the clock too much
Noah was DYING to open his presents. Which, of course, I told him he couldn't do until Daddy got home that night. When Paul got home about 5:30 (hurray! and that was a close call. somewhere out there there is a resident to whom I will always be grateful) Noah immediately gathered us around the presents.
Sorry the picture is blurry but he couldn't stop moving he was so excited!
Noah loved all of his gifts (thanks again Grandmas and Grandpas)!
But we were starving so we headed off to Wendy's
When I asked him earlier this week what he wanted for his birthday dinner he rattle off in 1.3 seconds "chickennuggetsfriesandsprite!"
It was nice actually, being the day after Thanksgiving and all.
Back at home we sang to Noah, he blew out the candles in one shot, and he and Alex dug into the cake.
Don't even ask about the cake. Seriously, whole'nother story. But yes, go ahead and laugh (I did). If there's one thing I'm confident about in the kitchen it's dessert. So this was totally not my fault.
By Tuesday night (when I finally saw my husband) and he said "how are you?" my response was,
1 full day and night of 2 kids puking
1 full day of laundry, scrubbing and cleaning
2 full days without leaving my house
2 full days of the kids cooped up in the house
I think "Kill me" and "Depressed" pretty much sum it up
But here's how it went:
Monday morning Alex and I have just left the gym (and not a moment too soon, it turns out). We're on our way to pick up Noah at preschool when Alex stars puking - bucketfuls - in her carseat. I had to slam on my brakes and pullover when she started choking. I don't have a single thing to clean her up with, not even a tissue for her face. I called a friend to see if they could bring Noah home...only to remember (after leaving a frantic message) that they're on vacation. Nothing to do but go pick up Noah. Alex threw up 2 more times before we got home, then fell asleep in it. I'll spare you all the gory details of the cleanup (which included power-hosing the carseat).
Poor Alex, it went on all day and into the night. So I let her watch "princess movies" and enjoy her pedialyte (which she didn't) to her hearts content.
Now, besides having a very sick child, here was the problem: it's the week of Thanksgiving and Noah's birthday and I had about 8 places I needed to go and 10 billion things I needed to do. Like THAT DAY. One of which was the grocery store...
Paul gets home that night after a 30+ hour shift and with a terrible head cold that the kids and I had last week. And I don't have a single thing to feed him for dinner. Not only that, but I explain to him that he can't go to sleep just yet because Alex is puking and I HAVE to get to the store because we don't have laundry detergent or paper towels, necessary items when dealing with puke. At least she only threw up once while I was gone (right honey?)
I watch movies with the kids.
I eventually get the kids to bed (despite the fact that Alex only wants to sleep in my arms, where she's been ALL DAY).
I go downstairs.
I come back upstairs.
And I smell it.
I run in to check on Alex, who is fine, but upset that I flipped the light on and needs to be soothed back to sleep. So I check on Noah and find him sound asleep - surrounded by GALLONS of puke. WHAT?!?!?!
And so the clean up begins again. And now I am cursing bunk beds because Noah's puke is on his (top) bed, dripping down the slats onto the bottom bed and all over the floor.
When I woke Noah to move him to the couch he was so confused. I said, "You threw up." He looked around and said, "I did? I thought I was just coughing."
And now I have a big dilemma known as "where are we all going to sleep???" The kids obviously need me to sleep with them (Alex is crying every 15 minutes) and I don't want them puking in my bed. Neither does Paul (although he probably wouldn't have even woken up). We ended up with Alex in her old toddler bed mattress on the floor, me on the twin mattress from Noah's top bunk (after much cleaning) also on the floor, and Noah in the bottom bunk. The three of us in the kids room.
Luckily the kids made a miraculous recovery. There was no more puking after that. The downside was that Alex missed her playgroup and Noah missed a friend's birthday party - and they knew it. So they weren't too happy to stay home all day. I spent the day de-germing our house so we'd be ready for Noah's birthday party the next day.
By Tuesday night (when I finally saw my husband) and he said "how are you?" my response was,
I still needed a bunch of things for Noah's party so Paul immediately sent me to Target. Alone. I've never been so grateful. That 30 minute trip to Target saved my sanity. By the time I got home I was happy, smiling, and ready to stay up late and tackle all the birthday party prep I hadn't been able to do the past 2 days.
Noah woke me up in the morning, whispering in my ear that he had something really cool he wanted to show me. I'm thinking he's built me another lego tower and mumbled something about getting up soon. (I know, I'm an AWESOME mom in the early morning hours, totally my best time of day). When I did finally roll out of bed I walked into the kitchen to find Noah, not watching cartoons as usual, but sitting on top of his little picnic table that he'd pushed right up against the sliding glass door - sitting there, chin in his hands, gazing out at our yard covered in white. Without even glancing my direction he said softly, "It's so beautiful."
Shoulda taken a picture of that. Sweetest thing ever.
The kids were beyond excited about the snow, but by the time Noah got home from preschool this was about all that was left. It didn't stop them from gearing up and having some fun. And those boots that Noah's wearing? Yeah, last years - 3 sizes too small now.
And poor Alex still has no hat or mittens.
It's all on the list...
A few days later
Primary Program for Noah!
I actually remembered to take his picture this year too. Alex is in all of them because, well, she just looked too dang cute not to be.
Love all the hand-holding, arms around each other poses. As you've heard me say before, seeing my kids this way with each other tops my mommy list of favorite moments.
So, Alex's jacket - you want one just like it don't you? I do! We have Grandma to thank for that! Not only is it a beautiful coat but it was a real lifesaver this past sunday. You see, Alex has a thing about being "fancy". She can always be found in her (or someone else's) princess dresses. So, in Alex's opinion, her church dresses are NOT FANCY. And it's a tantrum every week. This past Sunday, Paul was working and I'm trying to get us out the door on time and Alex is tearing her clothes off and having a complete meltdown, sobbing and screaming on the floor, "IT'S NOT FANCY IT'S NOT FANCY IT'S NOT FANCY!!!" And then I remembered...the coat! It hasn't been cold enough for Alex to wear it until now. I ran to the closet, showed Alex her new "fancy coat" and she was instantly all smiles. I couldn't get her to take the thing off for the rest of the day!
As for Noah and the primary program - he did awesome. I'm always a little surprised that he's not nervous or shy. He marches right up there with a smile. He said his part perfectly, he's had it memorized. In fact, he was a little upset that it was only one line! This year he knew a lot more of the songs but every time they got to the second verse he looked confused, it was hilarious. He did a couple of songs with sign language, also very funny too watch. And he beamed his sweet little face at me while singing "I Am A Child of God". I love the primary program!
...about the elections...cuz' I don't know about you but I'm kinda sick of it and glad it's over! But Noah was just so funny about the whole thing, I had to document some of his comments.
Noah: Mom, who is dad voting for?
Noah: (GASP) That's who we voted for!
But the funniest was definitely last night when Noah was watching the results come in with us. He kept staring at the numbers on the screen and updating us every 3 minutes on who was winning. He was obsessed with Obama's "points" (electoral votes). At one point Noah had to go to the bathroom...number 2...which means he's in the bathroom for about 30 minutes. So he kept yelling at us, "Is Obama winning?!?" "Mom, how many points does Obama have?" We did eventually make him go to bed, and promised to tell him in the morning who had won. Noah didn't forget. The first thing he said to me was, "Did Obama win?" When I told him he had Noah said, "Yes! We voted for him and he won! Cuz he's cool." When I picked him up from preschool today he said to me, "Mom, I told Michael that Obama won!"
I was really surprised at how interested he was...and I wonder if he will remember this day.
He voted for snack at preschool (and a few other things...)
His vote won.
Hope mine does too.
Noah was excited to come with me to the "grown-up vote" today.
I got to show him how we do it - and he told me about how they did it at preschool.
Not too different.
Added bonus for voting today?
Free cookie at Great Harvest.
There's some motivation for you : )
Noah kept asking me, in our little voting cubicle who I was voting for (even though he already knew the answer). I told him we'd talk about it after we left. For some reason I felt strange saying it there, surrounded by other voters in their cubicles. Not because I don't want anyone to know - I'm open about it. But it seemed inappropriate. So is there some kind of "voting etiquette?" Just wondering...
a really good book...my sisters...making/eating dessert (preferably chocolate)...my girlfriends...eating out...making Paul laugh...snuggling my kiddos...date nights...reading with my kids...family outings...diet coke