I Love You Mama!

Well...my dream came true! Monkey-boy now says "I love you Mama!" all the time!! Such an improvement! Of course, he balances it out by saying nasty things too. I'm sure he doesn't know it's nasty. The other day, he was laying on my lap in my arms and he looks up at me and says, "I can't do it Mama. You too big, you too skishy." Isn't that sweet?!? My 3 year old knows I'm a mookah. Plus, my favorite 'workout' pants ripped the other day. Right down the leg. Time to go to Curves. Let's see if my 3 year old calling me fat is enough incentive.

Tinkle in the Potty!

Monkey-Boy went tinkle in the potty after bath tonight!!!! Woo hoo!! Whoda thunk a little tinkle in a potty would make someone so happy?!? :)

Weekends & Weight-Loss

When do weekends become yours again? Since I had my son, every single weekend has been consumed by the grandparents. My In-Laws want to see Monkey-Boy every Saturday and my Mom wants to see him every Sunday. When do we get a day? My poor hubby works Monday-Friday, 8am-6pm most nights. The only time he gets to spend with us as a family is between 6pm and 8pm (when the baby goes to bed) then weekends. I would just love to have a weekend that's just ours. I'll have to see what I can do about that.

On to the weight loss. I need to lose about 80 pounds. I went across the street and joined Curves tonight. Then what did I do? I went next door & had dinner at Plaza Mexico and came home and had a handful of Tootsie Rolls. Me's thinkin we shouldn't have that stuff in the house! Darn Tootsie Rolls.

Spoke too soon

So the last thing I said was "Life is pretty good." right? Well, no sooner had I hit the 'publish post' button, Monkey-Boy proceeded to have the messiest poop I've possibly ever seen. I didn't know it was the messiest until I had taken off his pants, shirt and dragged his little onesie over his head. As I was standing there, holding his onesie above his head, I realized, with terror, that the back of the onesie had poop all over it. The poop had made its great escape out of the top of the back of his pull-up. And to make matters worse, I had just dragged that poopie onesie all the way up his back, up the back of his neck, into his hair and off his head. So, the poor little dude was covered in poop, because of Mama. He was rewarded for his patience by being allowed to splash in the tub with extra bubbles!

Such is my life. Elbow deep in poop most of the time; yet I still think my life is pretty darn good! Now where are those farking Ho-Ho's?!?!

BobBob BobPants

Okay...so I'm gonna give this blog 'thing' a try.

My husband says that diaries are good for one thing and one thing only...blackmail. But when your daily repertoire consists of questions such as " Do you need to go poop on the potty?" & "Did you just eat that booger?" and in-depth discussions about what BobBob BobPants is doing with his spatula; you really need some sort of an outlet. Hopefully, this place will act as a bit of therapy.

So here goes. I am a 29 year old wife to a great hubby and a SAHM to the coolest 2 1/2 year old boy in the world. I shall call him Monkey-Boy. :) The title of my blog is "Stop it Mama!" because that's Monkey-boy's favorite phrase right now and I hear it at LEAST 209 times a day. He has a very large vocabulary, but this is the one thing I hear the most. When, oh when, will he start saying "I love you Mama!" instead?

I'm going to be 30 in November and I'm pretty much flipping out. I don't feel 30. I don't think I look 30. I definitely don't act 30. Yet, I'm going to turn 30. I guess you could say that I'm in a state of denial. I haven't lost the 80 pounds that I promised myself that I'd lose before my 30th birthday, but I did start working out a little. Of course, I said that I'd lose 80 pounds as one of my New Year's Resolutions. We all know how well those turn out.

I'd better scoot for now. Hubby should be coming home soon with supper and Monkey-boy is happily sitting, eating raisins and watching Clifford. Life is pretty good. All I need are some Ho-Ho's! :)