Thursday, July 24, 2014


I just woke myself up from a really bad dream. 

I dreamed everybody in my family that I know and love (Daddy, Haley, her husband, and my Papow were the only players in the dream though) got infected with some sort of horrible, stinky poop virus and we were all uncontrollably pooping everywhere.  Every.Where!  It was all over my clothes, in my hair. 

So vivid, how does my brain so accurately imagine what poop in my hair feels like?  Am I crazy?!?! 

I swear it took a good five minutes of eye rubbing and head shaking to clear the cobwebs and assure myself that it was not real and my insides feel fine. 

I'm going back to bed now, but wondering if I should somehow diaper myself up, just in case the Poopocalypse really does happen.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

16 Months

I took these last week when he was a little closer to 16 months than 17 months, but who's counting how long it's been since I last posted? 

(About three of you, I know!)  

It's summertime, I'm taking a break!  We're going on long walks, playing outside, doing a little cooking here and there, trying a little embroidery floss weaving on a homemade cardboard loom (that's just me, not Mayhem)...stuff like that.  

And plus I have nothing to say.  Nothing.  I haven't even been writing in my notebooks.  Well, I'm physically writing as in copying someone else's words (Psalms), but none of my own words.  There's too much swirling around my head that's not worth writing down, I don't want to be remembered as being so neurotic.

Look at those vroom-vroom lips!

We're at the age where he is so teachable.  He knows how to wipe his mouth with a napkin, he "washes" his feet in the bathtub.  He tries to put my flip flops on me or sometimes he gets his little feet in them and slides around the house.  He likes to give a kiss to us when he wakes up and feeds us imaginary food pinched between his fingers.  He's also at the age where I need to be careful what I agree to: One day he was jabbering at me and I said, "Ok."  He stomped off to the door and tried to open it to go outside!  Crazy kid!

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Saturday + Sunday + Monday

Friday Mayhem and I did a little traveling and spent the afternoon visiting my sister and then stayed the night with my mama.  I sorta had hopes that the curse would be reversed and he'd go back to sleeping twelve hours straight like he did the last time we stayed with her.  No such luck.  But we had a good time and got up early Saturday morning to drive some more to my stepbrother's wedding.  

You know, I consider myself to be pretty funny, but when confronted with a blank Jenga piece and asked to write something to the bride and groom on it I just slap came up empty.  Nothing!  So I had to settle for just our names.  The same went for the tongue depressors we were supposed to write date night suggestions on.  

(My stepbrother...poor fella...knocked over the unity candle before the wedding even started!  All he could do was laugh and smile and I kept thinking to myself, "SYMBOLISM!"  Let's hope not.)

Mayhem behaved very well during the ceremony and I give all the credit to Goldfish.  No loud MM MMMing like at my cousin's graduation though thankfully.

Target was having a buy one get one half off dress sale Friday so I bought three potentials to wear to the wedding without trying them on (that turned out well) and took them all back Saturday afternoon.  Some interesting clouds blew up while we were inside and it wasn't long after we made it back to the car big ol' fat rain, as Forrest Gump would say, came down.

Mayhem was exhausted and just passed out right on top of his daddy!

Since nobody was sick we went to both services at church Sunday.  When I picked him up from the nursery after the morning service the ladies told me that he'd been so good and played they didn't even know he was there.  That night was a different story.  They said he had social difficulties and fell apart when one of his little friends crawled at him too fast for his liking and then a little girl bopped him in the face for crying!  I guess it's hard learning to play with others.

Monday morning we went back to the doctor for a check up on his ears.  They seem to be about 70% better the doctor said and should finish healing on their own.  They'll check him again at his 18 month appointment in September barring any trouble between now and then.

The doctor spent most of the time talking to me about his sleep problems- Mayhem's sleep problems, not the doctor's.  I'll try anything once so last night I gave the Cry Yourself to Sleep approach another go.  It took an hour and half and about six different times of me going in to help him lay back down, but he finally went to sleep and slept the next 7 hours!

The doctor said it should take two weeks but, if we're consistent he ought to be cured of this waking up every 45 minutes nonsense.  I certainly hope so and last night was a good encouragement.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Sleepless in Alabama...

This past Saturday Mayhem and I went antique/junk/handmade shopping at the Trade Days with my mama for a few hours.  It was terrifically hot, but we had a good time walking and looking at everything (twice, even!), eating boiled peanuts, funnel cakes, and roasted corn.  Besides two wooden painted cars for Mayhem I think food was all we bought, although we did have nonbuyers remorse over a stand globe ($20) and a beautiful (but pricey!) world map made of handcut gemstones.

Late that afternoon, just like the nurse said he might, Mayhem developed a fever from his shots.  And even though he was just uncomfortable and not contagious, it meant we'd have to miss church on Sunday. 

All the poor little thing wanted was to be held, day and night.  He's so cuddlely when he's puny!  Lots of time to just sit and watch tv while he laid on my shoulder because there was no convincing him to get down and play.  Sleeping in his own bed became a problem.  Since I weigh too much to sleep in his bed that meant he'd have to sleep in mine so Boots and I slept with a 25 pound space heater between us for two nights.  

After his fever broke and he was back to normal we tried to go back to sleeping like we had been.  Mayhem was most resistant.  It seems I'd become quite spoiled to getting to sleep 4 hours at a stretch instead of the 45-90 minutes I'd been used to for the past several months.  Back to the same old not sleeping.  Boots and I even packed up and went to Target one afternoon and bought him a brand new mattress, thinking maybe his was uncomfortable since he was so much heavier now.

This past week was torturous for me.  Four nights of very little sleep and too much coffee during the day to allow for a nap, I swear I cracked up yesterday morning.  I was so desperate for sleep I fantasized about claiming to be crazy and locked up just so I could sleep!  It was something serious.  And the only thing worse than having a baby laugh at you while you cry over your eggs is having him tell you to dry it up, I swear he said it!

This exhaustive funk was getting serious and not something to be cured by writing and preserving the evidence so I did all I could otherwise yesterday to pull myself out of it.  I tried to pray and remind myself of how very very thankful I am that I don't have to get up and work a real job after staying up all night.  The weather was overcast and cooler than it had been so I pushed Mayhem in his stroller for a long walk down to the river.  But it wasn't long or fast enough to work off all that pity pie I ate!  After lunch I thought some paint fumes would do me some good (that sounds really bad!) so while Mayhem took his little 45 minute nap I painted two doors and touched up some trim and things around the house.  Later in the afternoon I was organizing a board on Pinterest while rocking Mayhem and had a little bit of creative inspiration.  I posted a tease photo of what I was working on and here's what eventually came out of it.

It was supposed to be a dream catcher/mobile for Mayhem's room, but I liked it so much on the office wall where I took this photo it's still hanging there.

Without me saying anything about how bad a day I'd had, Boots took it upon himself to get up with Mayhem last night and I was able to sleep almost 8 hours!  This morning is definitely looking up.  Rest sure puts a better perspective on things.

And here it is the weekend again!  Perhaps a more exciting update on Monday, okay?



Vacuum cleaner crevice tools double as kazoos, right?

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

15 Months

I thought I would get him all dressed up in clean jeans and a nice shirt, pose him in the yard, and take some artsy-fartsy pictures for this post, but that's not really what things look like around here unless it's Sunday.

Our days look much more like this...

I think 15 months is the funnest yet.  (I think I said that about 14 months and I'll probably say it each month from now until he's about seven years old I guess.)

He's 15 months old and I finally cut his nails.  I've been tearing them since he was born because I am absolutely terrified of cutting him and making him bleed.  And scream.  It only took Boots and the tv to distract him enough to give me confidence to do it.  And lots of, "Please be still!"

I love dirt freckles!

One day I was resting on the couch playing on my phone when suddenly a previously slobbered on birthday party horn was thrust between my lips and I was silently commanded to blow it.  Take note, when such things happen to you you are obliged to oblige.  Thankfully, he figured out how to do it himself about two days later.

Harmonica playing is another one.  We're getting real musical up in here.

One afternoon after Boots left for work and we'd all done our goodbye kisses I was trying to rock him for a nap.  He looked up at me and put his little hand on my cheek and pulled my face down to his and gave me a kiss on the lips.  My heart just broke into a million pieces right there in that rocking chair!  Boy loves his mama!

And I just can't take it when he raises his hands for his daddy to pick him up and then throws his little arms around Boots' neck!  I'm done for!

He knows what birds are and when he sees them flying he points and says, "burrr!"

He's playing with some of his toys differently.  Almost the way they're meant to be played with instead of just throwing them around.  Is this from being with older babies in his new class at church and watching how they play?

He still throws things around.

And four of my biggest pots have been converted into a kitchen drumset.

He tries to help me dress him.  He'll stick his feet out for socks and shoes and hold onto my shirt while trying to poke his feet through his pant legs.  He gets a little squirrelly trying to put shirts on though.

We spent four days at my aunt's farm last week and there was lots of chicken time with feeding them and gathering the eggs each day.  If you ask him what the rooster says he'll give you a pretty calm interpretation, just a simple, expressionless "er er."

We also did a fair amount of gardening while we were at my aunt's and to keep him from getting too bored I taught him to pick strawberries.  Or rather, I picked the strawberries and handed them to him and he took great delight in dropping them in the bucket.  Worked like a charm!

We also had a 15 month doctor appointment.  He weighed 24 pounds, 5 ounces (76 percentile) and is 32" tall (71 percentile) with a big ol' gourd head of 49 centimeters!  His little dot on the percentage charts keeps moving up which makes me very happy since he was less than 5% when he was born.

His nasty eye issue from last week turned out to be caused from an ear infection I didn't know he was having.  "Has that been affecting his sleep?" the doctor asked.  Yeah, right.  This kid has never slept well.

Perhaps the best thing to come out of the doctor visit was the suggestion that maybe he needs a special nighttime lovey to help him sleep.  I was skeptical, but my aunt thought it might be worth a try so we bought him two brand new stuffed animals (a tiger I named Calvin and a dog I named Hank) only to be used for sleeping and kept in his bed.  

Maybe he didn't like being rocked as much as I thought he did or maybe there's some magic in those critters, but every night since then we read our books, pray, and I put him in his bed.  He flops around trying to get his nest made and jabbers while I sit on the poof and play on my phone until he goes to sleep.  He's been sleeping long stretches of several hours and only waking up once or twice a night.  It's like a dream I tell you!  

I still wake up several times because my body is apparently stuck on these tiny hour and half catnaps he's been giving me the past several months, but I'm definitely feeling more rested and haven't been needing any naps!

He's also at the wonderful age where he can do simple jobs if you show him, which comes in real handy when I'm trying to cook and can give him bits of things to throw in the trash.  I nearly fell over backwards the first time he put something back where it came from when I said to.

I downloaded a "learn a new language" app to my phone called Duolingo and when I play the little games and say the Spanish words he starts talking back to me like maybe English isn't his first language or something.

Scribbling with crayons is getting better too.  I'm not brave enough to try paint yet, but his teachers at VBS a few weeks ago were.  It won't be long now before we're doing all sorts of crafty things!

He still loves to read books and has started laying in the floor on his stomach pushing cars around.  Bouncing balls will always get you a laugh.

He knows nose, eye, ear, and belly button, but not mouth.

He's pretty good with a spoon and fork.

He's learning so much and we are having the best time loving him!

Monday, June 16, 2014

Saturday + Sunday

This Father's Day weekend was appropriately (and rarely!) filled with lots of Daddy time.

Saturday the three of us went to a morning birthday party on a little farm and one of us had lots of fun mocking the rooster.  That one also got the biggest kick out of tiny baby piglets running around and the other two laughed because he laughed.  Pigs are interesting even to me because they're one of the few animals I didn't grow up around.  Daddy always said no because "they'll eat you out of house and home."  The highlight of the afternoon was a nap before Boots went to work.

Sunday we all went to church and I forgot to take a picture of Mayhem and his daddy before.  I said I'd take one after, forgot again.  We ate lunch at Chipotle (my pick!) but we were too busy shoveling our burrito bowls into our faces to knock the rice off Mayhem's lips and think about smiling.  Then Boots decided to turn Mayhem's car seat around and that was a twenty minute ordeal in the parking lot.  After he was all hot and sweaty I gave up on the idea of a photo op.  Once we finally made it back home we all took a short nap and went for a long walk.

Pretty good weekend!