8X8

I was tagged by Danifred to do lists of "8's", so I'm happy to do it today as a little something different. Basically you just make lists of 8 random things. you can use mine or do your own. I think I did about half and half.



The rules:

1. Mention the person who tagged me.

2. Complete the lists of 8's

3. Tag 8 people (which is going to be hard, since there are only 7 people who subscribe to my measly little blog. lol. But I'll do the best I can.)



8 Things I did yesterday

1. freeze the other half of my (er...jack's) baby food

2. Unloaded the dishwasher

3. Loaded the dishwasher

4. Went to walmart

5. Went to Giant Eagle

6. Checked my facebook page about 10 gazillion times

7. Made BBQ pulled pork sandwiches for dinner

8. Watched 3 episodes of NCIS while folding laundry



8 Things I wish I could do

1. Grow a third arm so I could safely go out in public with all of my children

2. Afford a month-long Caribbean vacation for the whole family

3. Sing

4. Draw

5. Swim under water (when I was a kid, I told Jeffy I wished I could breathe under water...yeah)

6. Lose weight and eat whatever I wanted

7. Have a healthy baby

8. MOVE!!!



8 Things I am looking forward to

1. Taking the girls to see "Up" (it will be their first movie in the theater)

2. Jackson sitting up on his own (and crawling and cruising and walking...)

3. Whatever we end up doing with the kids during Josh's vacation in August (most likely camping but that isn't set in stone)

4. The surprise I have planned for Josh's birthday!

5. Last Comic Standing season starting

6. Losing my baby (x3) weight

7. Our Hawaiian Luau party

8. Maria going to preschool



8 Shows I can't stop watching

1. NCIS

2. The Mentalist

3. The Closer

4. Life

5. The Real Housewives of NY (and the NJ one too)

6. The Office

7. Castle

8. Desperate Housewives



8 Shows/Movies the girls can't stop watching

1. Dora

2. Hippo (The Backyardigans)

3. Pooh-Tigger (My friends Tigger and Pooh)

4. Mickey Mouse Clubhouse

5. Deggo (Go Diego, Go)

6. Pen-guns (The Penguins of Madagascar)

7. Race Cars (Cars)

8. Beach Animals (Madagascar)



8 Favorite foods (you will now know why I have so much trouble losing weight)

1. Fresh baked bread

2. Chicken Alfredo

3. My moms apple pie

4. Mashed potatoes mixed with corn

5. Hulless popcorn (puff'n corn is my favorite!)

6. Whole roasted chicken (mine only)

7. Chocolate cake with chocolate icing and vanilla ice cream

8. Andes Mint pie (from Akron Childrens Hospital...idk where they get it, but it's amazing and the sole reason I never lost the baby weight after having maria lol)



8 Things I say at least once a day

1. STOP THAT!

2. Give me a hug

3. I love you

4. You don't have to whine about it

5. Do you even know why you're crying?

6. Why don't you want to spend time with me?

7. You already had a snack. Wait for lunch (or dinner).

8. Nighty-Night sleep tight



8 Things I hear at least once a day

1. Why? (actually, it's more like whhhhyyyy?)

2. I yuv you

3. Body-slam me mommy

4. I want a 'nack! or Dinner cook (idk why she says it backwards)

5. Daddy home! Daddy home! (they do it all day long every time a loud truck goes by)

6. She hit me!

7. BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK (from next door)

8. I don't know



8 (or 5) People who I am tagging

1. Andrea

2. Diana

3. Tricia

4. Kara

5. Candy

6. anyone reading this that wants to do it :D

7.

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BTW anyone want to tell me how to link to people (like their names and stuff)? I'm totally dense on that subject.

how to make baby food

So, today I made Jackson some baby food. I thought it was actually really quick and easy, so I will definitely be doing it again. A big part of it was the fact that for a little itty bitty jar of baby food it's 47 cents. As if it isn't bad enough we pay $25 a week for formula, not to mention diapers. A friend of mine (Kelly) made some for her son and it gave me the push I needed to make some of my own. Today I just made carrots and butternut squash. But I plan on doing peas, green beans and a few others, soon. So here's what I did.

I cooked the squash, cut in three sections, (but that was mostly on accident because it was so hard to get my knife through, so it slipped lol) on a sheet pan in about an inch of water at 350 for 45 minutes.

Then I cut off the skins and cubed it.

Pureed it and added some water (I will say that the carrots needed more water and more pureeing than the squash).

He's obviously excited about this whole process...

This is the carrots pureed. I just peeled and chopped them then cooked them on the stove. I didn't add enough water when I pureed them so I will probably end up adding more when I heat them up.

I used my pampered chef scoop. It is the perfect size if you over-fill it. Then I covered them with saran wrap and they are freezing right now.

A 2 lb bag of carrots made two ice cube trays full. I read on a website that each spot is about 1 ounce. So that makes sense because I got 2 trays of each 16 cubes/ounces.

He definitely enjoyed the eating part more than the cooking process. :D

what fathers day really means

Well, I'm back. I haven't blogged in about a week. I've been slacking, and I'm ok with that. I had fun at my moms house, as usual. we sat around the table talking and laughing and telling stories, like we always do. It was a good week with the family and I was very sad to see my cousins go. But, because I'm trying to stay positive, I'm going to get back to my tributes.

I've been thinking about fathers day today, so I am reminded of the one REAL father that I have. From day one, Jeffy was my dad. He was everything my real dad wasn't. He was definitely tough on me, and at the time I hated that. I always thought he was just being a hard-ass. I thought that my "dad" was great because the once a year he came to see me, he was nice to me. But the more I grew up, the more I realized, my "dad" was that way, because he had the easy job. All he had to do was show up. He didn't actually have to parent me. He didn't have to ground me or help me with my homework. Jeffy was tough on me, because he wanted me to be a good person and he wanted me to succeed in life. He was exactly what a step-dad should be. In fact he is exactly what a FATHER should be.

I love to see him with the kids. He is the definition of a wonderful Grandfather. We have had an inside joke ever since Maria was born. Whenever I would see my mom through the week he would get upset that he couldn't see her. Then whenever she would hold him while we were all together, he would call her a "ball hog". Still, if I am with her during the day and he calls, I'll hear him call her a "ball hog" through the phone as we laugh about it. He tells me every time they watch the kids, how great they are and how much he loves them and what a joy it is to have them spend the night. It makes me so happy to know that my kids will grow up close to their Grandparents.

My mom always says that she knew she could marry Jeffy, because the minute he met me, he was in love with me. What mother could marry a man that doesn't love her children, like his own? She never had that problem. He was "Jeffy" to me, from the first time I met him and I have always been his daughter. I was so proud to have him give me away on my wedding day and I wouldn't have had it any other way. During the "father-daughter dance" I couldn't stop crying because it just meant so much to me that he had raised me my whole life. As we started to dance (and I sobbed), I said "thank you" and he said "it was no problem" and I said "No, not just for the wedding, I mean for everything. For my whole life" he said "Oh, Nae, it was my pleasure".

I think, I respect him more than I would if he had been my "real" dad, because he didn't have to do any of it. He didn't have to be a father to me. He didn't have to love me, even when I was being difficult. He didn't have to teach me how to be a good, honest, hard-working person. He didn't have to help me build my science projects. He didn't have to be there for every concert, play, recital, Christmas program and every single day of my life. He did all of that, because he wanted to. And that is why he has my respect for the rest of my life. And that is why he is the only father (other than Josh) that will get a card from me on Sunday.

today is...my momma

Today I'm going to be talking about my Momma. She and I haven't always agreed on things, and at times we've had some full-blown fights. But in the end, she is still my Mom and we always work it out.

Most of you know she is going through a really rough time right now. In fact today they are going to do some tests on her lungs because they think it is pulmonary. But you'd never know that she is going through so much. She isn't one of those people who talks about themselves and all the pain they are in to get sympathy. She doesn't want people to feel sorry for her or to worry about her. She is one of the strongest women I know. When I look back on my childhood and remember some of the things she did and gave up, for us, I can't believe it. But she would NEVER say anything about it because she was just "doing what I had to do". She doesn't want praise for what she did every day. I think she just wants us all to know that she did it because she loves us.

She is the ONLY person who has ever watched all of the kids over night. I trust her with the most precious things in my life and I think that says something about the respect I have for her. She is kind and gentle with them, but if they are acting up, she respects that I don't spank them so she puts them in the corner like I would. They have fun with her and BEG to go to "Gam's house". When we are 5 minutes away they know it and start screaming "Gam's house, Gam's house!" And it's not just them that begs to see her. If it has been a couple weeks since she's seen the kids, she calls me begging me to bring them over. During my pregnancy when we had to go down to Columbus all the time, she was the only one who ever watched them. But when I would try to thank her for watching them she always said "I wasn't babysitting, I was grandparenting them. They are such angels." She was the one to come over during my treatments to help occupy the kids and get them lunch and naps. She was the one going to the grocery store with me every week to push the kids around so I could get my shopping done. And when she saw the cart was too heavy for me to push, she would trade me, without a word. She didn't want me to feel worse than I already did about not being able to do normal things. And that is what I hope I can do for her right now.

No matter how many fights we have, she will always be my Mommy that I love and respect, and I hope she knows that.

a new direction

This is going to be my attempt at ignoring everything that is going on right now. I'm going to try to blog every day this week about a positive person in my life. Todays edition is SOPHIA. (I'm doing Sophia today because I just got done saying half of this stuff last night, so I don't have to think as much today).

If I had to guess, I would say that Sophia is going to be one of the most popular kids in school. She just has that personality. She isn't phased by falling down (which is good because she does it 100 times a day) or people laughing at her (generally after she falls on her face). She's friendly with everyone. She's that kid in the grocery store telling EVERYONE about her blankie and her Gam (my mom) and how she went in the swimmy poooo yesterday. She's extremely funny and likes to be the center of attention. (as I'm reading this, I am realizing that my mom said ALL of these things about me when I was a child...).

She is pretty advanced with a lot of what she does (potty training being the exception). She speaks like a 3 yr old. She is telling stories and asking questions about everything. Some days she says things I can't believe. And sometimes she does things I didn't even know she could do. She has this hilarious voice where she says "yummy in my tummy" in an almost growl. it's so funny you'd pee your pants (if I can get her to do it today I may have an addendum tomorrow). She loves to "help" me in the kitchen and with all my chores. she will attach herself to my shirt and not let go. When she takes care of her baby doll she is so sweet and sensitive it brings tears to my eyes. I can't help it as she "supports the head" when she lays her down for a nap, then proceeds to tell everyone to be quiet "shhh my baby seeeping".

Every night I try to give her a kiss and she covers her face and wont let me. But as I'm closing the door she says "kiss me mommy! kiss me!". She would eat every single minute of the day if I let her. She's stubborn and she knows how to push everyones buttons and she loves doing it. She gets a rise out of seeing ANYONE yelling at her to "stop that!" She runs away laughing screaming "don't get me, don't get me".

She loves everyone but her clear favorites are me, my step-dad and "aunt kai" (my sisters bff). She was a screamer as a baby and she's a squealer as a toddler. I love em both. She's adventurous and curious. She's independent and strong. She loves her sister more than anything in the world and cries at the mention of her going off to school without her. I barely see the baby that was "talking" the day she came home from the NICU. Now she is a person with a personality all her own, who won't let anyone bring her down. It doesn't matter how she was feeling at the beginning of the day, if there's a party, pia is there. She will be the girl at the party trying to get everyone to dance and she will be the last to leave.

just had to share these

These people are the reason I do what I do. This is LOVE.

denial. it's not just a river in egypt.

OK, I'm looking for some advice on this one.

Maria started potty training about a year ago (yes she was old, don't hate). I wouldn't say she was particularly difficult to train. Maybe slightly harder than most. But like everything, once she got it....she had it and it was done. So for a while she was only wearing a diaper to bed (not naps....unless she was at my moms house....). Josh did it. I have to give him all the credit on that one because I wasn't even going to try. She would wake up soaked. So to me, it seemed ridiculous to expect her to all of a sudden not go at all for 12 hrs or get out of bed and go during the night. We had a few discussions on it and never really came to a conclusion. So one morning I went to change her diaper and....no diaper. I called. He laughed. We were proud. All good. Right? No.

That was MONTHS ago and she has never had an accident. Until 3 nights ago....and 2 nights ago...and last night. I really don't know what is going on with her. Is three nights long enough to call it a problem? The main reason I don't think this is a fluke is because last night she did it twice. At 11:00 we were going to bed (yes, I know, late for us old geezers). And heard her whimpering. Josh goes in and of course, Mr. Temper-Tantrum himself, starts yelling at her (yah, that'll do it) After dealing with it, we proceed to fight because I said she had an accident and Josh apparently feels that it's some sort of vindictive, manipulative master plan by our 4 yr old to rid herself of bedsheets and pajama pants every night. He literally scoffed at the word "accident". So then I went in at about 4:00 to find her wet again. So this morning I read her the riot act and she came back with this little nugget "mommy, I just pee in my bed because I want to". But the way I look at it is, at least she's recognizing that it happened. Two nights ago she swore up and down to me that I came into her room took off her pants and sheets for no reason at all. She had no recollection of it happening at all. It was actually kind of funny to see her so heated over my "lies and betrayal".

So the question is, what do I do with this? Today my attempt at punishment is that she can't go outside tonight. To which she responded "I didn't pee in my bed, mommy". I said "oh, so were back to denial are we"........blank stare. tough crowd.