Tbt- kids tales.

Once upon a time- I took Stephen, who was 4 at the time, to the grocery store. He wanted hot dogs and I told him no, it wasn't on the list. He was walking beside the cart, and I was pushing. I walked over to look at the meat, and made a fatal mistake. I turned my back. Stephen, grabbed the cart and pushed it as hard as he could. I ran after the cart; and He grabbed hot dogs and ran the opposite direction.

Moral of the story: they're smarter than us. Don't turn your back- EVER!

Tbt- I'm not very nice pregnant.

I'm not very nice as a pregnant person. Some of the stories are well, down right embarrassing. So, I'll share one of them here!!

Once Upon a Time, in a land country as hell (aka Orangefield, Texas) I was riding in the car with my friend Christine. She was driving and we were going to the gas station. I was about 6 months pregnant with Dade. This lady cut us off. I did what and normal irritable pregnant person would do and rolled down my window (it was a crank! Memories!) and hung my head and every thing out of the window, and yelled, "HEY! HEY!" The girl turned to look, Christine was dying in the drivers seat, pulling on the back of my maternity top. I then screamed out, "C*NT LICKER!" Complete with the obscene mouth gesture and everything. I, now vidicated, sat back down in the seat. Christine punched it and hauled it out of there. 

Moral of the story: you can't take me anywhere. 

Toddler tues!

So, the hubs told the 4 year old we were pregnant. It went something like this:

TH- Eric, you're going to be a big brother! Mama's going to have a baby!

E- Whyyyyyy?

I sense jealousy in the future. 

Later I'll post my review of my new stroller!

Tbt- kids tales

I was induced for Dade. The labor only lasted about two hours, he was a very easy birth. When he was presented to us, we looked at him. His dad looked at him, and looked at me. He said, "is he cute?" And I looked down and replied, "no".

Moral of the story: Not all babies are born cute. Some have to grow into it. 

Caveat: he's very handsome now! See, proud parents!  Also pictured- THE EX. It's ok, we're cool. 

Toddler Tuesday- chillax

Sometimes it's just time to throw caution to the winds and say the hell with it. Currently Eric is playing in the muddy puddles and throwing dirt and rocks. He's having a grand time. I'm not too concerned about the clothes or future mud; he's having fun and making memories. Plus, all that dirt is good for the immune systems. So, uptight mamas, it's ok to let your hair down and let your kids play in the dirt. They'll live and you can drink ice tea on the porch while they explore their world.

Throw Back Thursday- Kids Tales

Once upon a time, Dade and I were arguing about something. He was about twelve at the time. All of a sudden, he turned and looked at me. He said, "you just feel that way because you haven't found Jesus."  To which I casually replied, "yes I did, he was hiding behind the sofa."  Dade's mouth dropped open, he looked at me and walked off. I hear his voice drift back to me from the hall, "I don't even know what to say to that...."

Moral of the story: Don't sass your mama. She has a comeback bank with 30+ years of sassy deposits

I love you more when you're gone.

My oldest son, Stephen, is off at college. I can honestly say it's pretty awesome. He's off in his own world, doing his own thang, and NOT eating my food. Do you know how nice it is to go to the pantry and see food? It's brilliant. I haven't had to hide to eat a snack in months. Living with boys is like eating with a horde of locust. You have food on the stove; they pass through and total desolation. Nothing but empty pots and pans. You know what else is great? When he comes home, I actually want to see him. There's no time for teenage theatrics, it's just nice adult conversation. Now, to get the other two out of the house.

Toddler Tuesday! Dentist time!

Disclaimer- is ma in no way a medical, dental, or psychological professional. The sight of blood makes me pass smooth out. What I'd do have is lots of experience with kids. So let's talk about first time dental visits! It really helps if you've been brushing you kid's teeth. When they are infants, you can wipe their gums clean with a clean wash cloth. This gets them used to the sensation. We took Eric when he turned 4. Our dentist said that it is better to wait till they are a little older for their first visit; so I waited until he was 4. A couple of days before we talked about what the dentist was and what they were going to do. We repeated every night till the day of the visit, and discussed it on the way there. I let him bring a toy to hold in the dentists office.

To;dr

Get them used to brushing

Communicate and explain fully what to expect. 

Repeat. 

TBT- Kid's Tales

Once upon a time: S was home from college for winter break, and E was watching The Little Mermaid. Prince Eric was on screen and E said,"look, Stefan, that's me, Eric!" S looked at me and sneered. "Really, mom? You named your kid from a Disney movie?"  I looked at my oldest child and smiled, "what's wrong with that, King Stefan from Sleeping Beauty?"

Moral of the story: Don't knock your mom's name game.

Toddler Tuesday!

We are all moms here at The Care C. Jamie and I have been moms for almost 20 years. We've been moms longer than not being moms. (I'm going to silently weep for my youth now) anyway, if you have any questions about children, you should probably read a book written by professionals. If you want sarcasm and terrible advice that could possibly lead to your arrest, then email us at thecarec@gmail.com. Meanwhile I will impart this bit of advice that I read somewhere and totally works. I read that this one mom was so worried about her kid crying during the birthday song that she would randomly start singing it so her kid wouldn't be scared. The result- fabulous pictures instead of crying kid. Try it- totally works.

Throw Back Thursday: Kid Tales

Once upon a time, D had a Jr. Hi Band concert.  The whole family attended this musical wonder. After the concert, my parents and I were all walking back to the car when my mom said the magical words, "Do you want to go to Dairy Queen?" Hell yeah! We all took separate cars, so we all decided to meet there.  In our town, DQ is right around the corner from the school; it's within walking distance. S was in the front seat, I loaded E into his car seat, and we were off!  We pull into the parking spot and I turn around. The seat next to E's was empty! I asked S, "Uhhhh where's Dade?" His response? "God, mom, you were so excited about ice cream, you forgot about your own child. What kind of parent are you?" (Did I mention he's 19? and cynical?) So back to the school we went. Turns out while I was loading Eric in his car seat D went and put his horn up in the band hall with the other students. We pull to the school and I don't see him. I call him.

Me - Where are you?
D- I'm looking, but I can't find you anywhere!
Me- We're over here by these dumpsters.

He shows up and gets in the car.  S looks at him and says, "God, Dade, we've been waiting for you forever. "

Moral of the story, raise your kids right and they'll cover for you.