“Mommy I’m Stuck”

New Hair

 

My Magic Trick!

I have started this new thing that works like magic!

       Whenever Lincoln is throwing a tantrum

                     or crying

                              or screaming

                                      or basically being two

       I grab the camera and snap a picture

               and suddenly he is smiling

Almost makes me think that he is a lil angel

                   BUT I know better!

Worst Rash Ever!

 

“Butt”

Scott has this terrible habit of slapping me on the butt

     He thinks it’s funny

I do not

     Lincoln thinks it’s funny

I do not

     Lincoln slaps me on the butt now and thinks it’s funny

I do not

     and try as I might I just can’t get this child to stop. He thinks it’s hilarious and whenever he does it, Scott busts up laughing. This only encourages his behavior.

     I have tried to explain to Scott in EVERY possible way that it is not “ok” and people are going to think we are a very messed up family. I am sure several of you are shaking your heads in disapproval, proving my point.

Anyways, Lincoln stopped doing it for awhile….sigh of relief

*****************************************************************       Today we went to WalMart on one of our classic trips. I filled my cart with toilet paper, milk, wipes, cleaner, bread and diapers and decided to take a quick stop in the toy section.

     Lincoln LOVES the toy section and I usually let him roam around and admire all the cars, trucks and balls. I do my personal admiring of toys I wish I had.

    Now, I don’t blame him for what happened next. I was busy playing with “Rex” from Toy Story 3 and Lincoln was about five feet away making sound affects for a Tonka truck.

    As soon as his “sound affects” stopped I looked up and everything went in slow motion. Just inches from his little face, bent a larger lady in black spandex pants showing her very voluptuous rear end. She had to be in her late 50’s and whatever possessed her to squeeze into those pants, I will never know. I knew what was going to happen next, and I could tell by Lincoln’s bent upward, frozen head. He seemed to be in complete awe. Then just as suddenly his hand swung forward and “SLAPPED” that lady hard. She sprung upward squeezing her legs together and twisted around to glare at the culprit.

     When she saw that it was a sweet, innocent baby she looked frantically for his mother. I went through this brief moment of options. One was an image of me smacking my husband, which at the moment was not going to help me. The other was me pretending I didn’t know who this “perverted” child was, but unfortunately I’m not fast enough and she could tell by my open, horror struck mouth that I was the mother.

    Her face was on fire, a mixture of embarrassment and rage, “Did he just?” she asked mystified.

    I shook my head no, and then nodded yes and then shook my head no again.

    If you would have seen her face you would have done what any good Christian, loving mother would do. And that’s exactly what I did. I grabbed my purse from my cart, picked my son up and ran from the store. I didn’t bother looking back and I’m sure the employees will be upset at my full abandoned cart.

    When I made it to my car and opened the door I stared at Lincoln who was smiling. He was enjoying this entire adventure.

“No Lincoln, we don’t do that!” I said shakily.

His huge smiling response was predictable, “BUTT”.

I HATE Valentine’s Day

It’s true I hate this day with a passion and I intend to hate it for the rest of my life! I believe it started in 7th grade, when all the girls in school started getting flowers, balloons and chocolates delivered to them and I always left the school empty handed.

Of course it only got worse when Amanda became my best friend.

This hottie had a boyfriend EVERY single Valentine’s Day. I am not exaggerating at all. Every Valentines! She would be single and then just days before she suddenly would have Prince Charming drooling over her, and when I say drool I mean it. They would shower her with more gifts than I could dream of getting from Santa.  It was like magic! I, on the other hand, was cursed! I had my boyfriends, but somehow they never quite made it to the “Love” day.

So, that is where my hate stemmed from.

Now it is worsened by the entire way media plays on it. Love CANNOT be bought.

Real Love is unconditional but society has taught us that it is conditional. That if we give presents, behave correctly and do everything perfect then we will be loved.

BUT THAT IS NOT REAL LOVE

For example: If every time you gave me a piece of chocolate and I said  “I love you” would you feel overwhelmed with love. NO! Because the only reason I said it is because I actually love chocolate, not you (well I might love you too)

We LOVE the flowers, the chocolate, the cards and stuffed animals of Valentine’s Day. I would feel more loved getting those things on any other day than the day that it is expected.

Anyways, I did celebrate this day, like everyone else, but instead of bragging about how loved I am, I am going to share 20 random things I do love.

1. I love doing random stupid things, like getting pulled on a skateboard. 2. I love baths! At the end of every day I fill the bathtub with bubbles and hot water.

3. Animals! I love animals and the Zoo!

4. I love hiking! That feeling of accomplishment feels soooo good when you reach the top.

5. I love anything and everything to do with being a girl.

6. I love food…. there is no food I hate, except V8

7. Newborns. The newborn stage is still my favorite and when ever I see a brand new baby all I want to do is hold it.

8. Summer! By far my favorite time of year. I love sun.

9. Castles! I want to sleep in a castle so bad!

10. Monkeys! My favorite monkey is the pygmy.

11. Decorating! I may be terrible at it but I still love it!

12. Sledding

13. Family

14. Painting my toes

15. Best Friends

16. Pregnancy

17. I LOVE Movies (This was the opening night of Twilight, lol, my least favorite movie)

18. Jumping on the trampoline

19. Holidays (except Valentine’s day)

20. last but not least, I love Reading and writing!

I of course love MANY, MANY more things! What do you love?

Today I am Thankful

      Today I am so grateful to be a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints! Over the last few months I have been trying to change my attitude towards church. Lincoln hates nursery and his constant crying and complaining puts a damper on going (any suggestions?). After Sacrament I usually just want to go home than deal with his embarrassing tantrums.

       Today was different. These last few weeks I have stressed myself out over a million different little things and as soon as I entered the church I felt an overwhelming feeling of relief. All the concerns and trials I was having didn’t mean anything in this safe haven.

       I know that I am far from perfect and I have definitely made my mistakes but what a blessing that we have the atonement! That I can be forgiven and continue my life on the path to return to my Father in Heaven. I am so thankful for Christ’s sacrifice and for his example and love. Elder Andersen spoke in conference about the Lords loving arms, “They are described in multiple ways,as open, extended, stretched out, and encircling. They are described as mighty and holy, arms of mercy, arms of safety and arms of love.” Our Savior is reaching out to us and today I felt his loving and safe arms wrapped around me.

        Half-way through Sacrament Lincoln grabbed his jacket and mine and said, “bye byes”. I ended up spending the rest of Sacrament in the Relief Society room with my brother’s family, but I didn’t mind I was just happy to be there. I was happy to be in a building where it is so easy to feel the spirit and I left feeling incredibly blessed!

       When I got home I thought about all the people that have had an impact on me and have inspired me to become better. My family, of course, is pretty freaking amazing, from my small little family to my extended. Scott is an awesome dad and basically Lincoln’s best friend. My parents are such great examples and my siblings are so loving and supportive. One thing for certain is to never mess with the Jones’ because we can be quite feisty! and I am incredibly thankful for my friends and their strong testimonies, you know who you are!

      Alright I am done! I just feel so happy and blessed that I had to share!

Are you pregnant?

WARNING: This is a venting post

      If I am sick, grumpy, happy, healthy, bloated, tired or busy does NOT MEAN I AM PREGNANT!

      I  know I have an almost 2 year old, but why does that mean I have to be pregnant? If I get asked one more time “are you pregnant?” I might just scream! Sometimes being a girl is so frustrating. Before I was married anytime I was emotional at all people would mumble, “must be that time of the month,” now it’s switched to “must be pregnant”. Really? Can’t I cry because I am having a bad day?

      At LEAST twice a week someone asks when I am going to have baby number 2 and twice a week I respond, “I have no idea” and then they say,

“Isn’t Lincoln almost two though?”

or

“Well are you trying?”

or

“You don’t want your kids far apart do you?”

or

“Don’t you want Lincoln to have someone to play with?”

      And so I am throwing this out there for all those that are wondering and thinking of asking me.

     I am not pregnant today, tomorrow and I am not going to be pregnant for a VERY long time. How long is “VERY long"? I am not sure, probably 2, 3, 4 or even 5 years.

Several Reasons:

1. Now is not the time for us to have a baby. Life is a little crazy and it simply would not be smart.

2. I feel strongly that having kids is something that should be thought about over a period of time. Through prayer and discussion with my husband is how we will decide when the “time is right” for us.

3. Lincoln is my baby. I am enjoying Lincoln every day and he still seems like a baby to me that I don’t need to have another one. I want to give him all my love and attention and provide more than just his needs.

4. I am selfish.

5. Last but most important: Yes it would be awesome if Lincoln had a sibling to play with but Lincoln has family and to me that is good enough…….

A loving “Papa” to kiss me better

A daddy to show me “boy stuff”

A cousin to teach me cool tricks

An Uncle to play with

A cousin to be best friends with

A cousin to play in mommy’s makeup with 

A mommy to love me

A grandma to spoil me

And even a cousin to pick on

Lincoln is surrounded by people that love and care for him and I am POSITIVE that the lack of a sibling is not hurting him in anyway.

                   ***I hope no one was offended***

Random Lincoln things

     We having gone sledding a couple of times this Winter and Lincoln LOVED it! Every time we reached the bottom he would sign “more” and so we’d walk to the top and go again.

 

He was so excited! Once we sat in the tube he would say, “ready set GO!”. It was definitely a work out.

He also loves to make messes. Scott doesn’t understand why I let him do whatever he wants, but for 15 minutes of happiness I don’t care if he dumps water on my floors.

I figure they needed cleaned anyways

Mr. Independent

Wow! I sure created a monster. Anyone that knows me at all knows that I love clothes! Especially baby clothes. Nothing is more fun than dressing Lincoln up. He usually ends up wearing clothes that are too big because I am not patient enough to wait for him to grow out of anything.

    Anyways, every morning I dress Lincoln, shoes and all, before we do anything. He got use to this and now I cannot even remove him from his bed before I dress him and he will throw tantrums if he doesn’t have shoes on.

    Now, he has to choose his clothes. He can even name them all; pants, shirt, jacket, socks and shoes. He chooses and I try to help him match it right.

    He got attached to these black shoes. Which was fine except when he wore brown. One day I hid them and let him choose a different pair hoping he would go for the brown ones. He found these sandals instead *sigh* I should have put them away 6 months ago.

He loves clothes so much that he even hauls them around in his truck. I think it’s adorable. Scott finds it disturbing.