Duh...I am a Good Mom

NOT.

You ever have those moments? Do you have a lot of those moments? I seem to be having a lot of them lately.

Remember this new development in our lives-

Oldest Little Man has been doing great under his new treatment. We have heard no cough, no wheeze, no anything but good healthy breathing for about a month now. Well that is until the last day or two. His coughs started coming back and he seems to be out of breath.

I was a little confused, but chalked it up to the fact that he was outside most the day Monday and then outside  Tuesday for a school outdoor extravaganza of fun...you know the kind of fun...stations, bouncy houses, running around...

This morning his cough was bad still.
Sigh.
Why?

'Cause I am an awesome mom (can you pick up on the sarcasm?), that is why.

Upon cutting up a newspaper for patterns I came across this article from today...

Yep it was hot here the last couple of days, but yesterday (if you will remember the outside fun day of running and frolicking) was super hot. It was more than just hot I guess. As a mom to an asthma kid I should have known this before reading it in the newspaper...

AWESOME. That is me one awesome mom. I guess you all who nominated me for Mother of the Year better call the office and tell them you were wrong and that I need to be black listed. When they make the award for Duh-Mom-You-Should-Have-Known-That, feel free to nominate me again.

I guess now I know...
and knowing is half the battle...
(G.I. Joe, the real American Hero...anyone else singing along now?)

A Hilarious Mommy Moment

Does anyone else have days that leave them worn out, defeated, cried out, and thinking that you must be the worst mother ever? I have had a couple of these kind of days recently...I find it ironic that they are happening right before the holiday that is supposed to celebrate the very act of mothering!

I also find that whenever I feel like that, the little characters in my life will provide me with a reminder of how great it is to be a mom. Whether that be through a little act of sweetness or a good old belly laugh moment.

Here is a recent belly laugh moment that I was much in need of...

Enter oldest little man

and his rowdy sidekick, little man #2

These two LOVE to play "car make scavenger hunt"...aka they like to look for and call out all different kinds of cars.

While I am driving I often hear, "Honda", "Toyota", "Ford"

As we go through the parking lot, it is the same story.

The other day we were walking from the car into the grocery store and the car spotting began.

Oldest Little Man- "Honda"

#2 Little Man- "There's a Toyota"

Hubby and I are only kind of paying attention at this point

Oldest Lilttle Man- "Hey a Jay-Sus"

Here Hubby and I stop. Both of us simultaneously saying 

"a what?"

To which Oldest Little Man points to this..

and says "a Jay-Sus"

After quickly stopping the laughter that automatically came out of both of us, we gently corrected him...also reminding him that he knew what that word was...then shamelessly we both continued to laugh. 

Our two little men continued to call out other car names the rest of the way, oblivious to how much it had just made our day.

It is pretty great to be a mom.

For Him

I am a human pacifier.

I have never been a great nurser. I have never enjoyed nursing. I am a bad judge at whether the little one is hungry or just working me. Alas, I think I am easily worked. For it can be recorded that I am sleeping less now than when he was a couple of months old.

Blame it on "teething". Blame it on his lingering cough. Blame it on one too many fall-asleep-40-minute-nursing sessions. Blame it on my soft pushover heart. Blame it on my exhaustion. Blame it on my lack of discipline this time around.

I will become the boss eventually, and then perhaps I will sleep again.

Joined the Ranks of Soccer Moms Everywhere

We would like to announce the advancement of one Larissa Zitzman to the rank of official soccer mom. Her move up the ladder of motherhood was assisted by the purchase of a shiny new minivan...and nothing to do with the playing of said sport soccer by one or more child (which apparently does not automatically advance your rank).

When asked about her feelings she could be found to say, "I once swore I would never own a mini van and a friend told me I would someday change my mind and on the day I got one it would be the happiest day of my life...I have changed my mind...and it truly was the happiest day of my life!"

Can't I Just Vacuum?

Title to be followed by other desires/longings...

...can't I just have time to put on make up
...can't I just sleep until 7:00
...can't someone else be the portable pacifier
...can't I get a new sewing machine since old one is DOA
...can't I have time to post on my blog
...can't I have time to craft something to put on said blog
...can't I just clean the laundry and have it be done for one day
...can't I just buy that cute wallet at Target
...can't I just drive a minivan already
...can't I just take a Sunday nap

...and list could go on for several posts. BUT no I can't do most of those things right now, and that is just dandy with me. I have three of the most precious little monsters ever. I love that I can be brought to joyous tears just looking at their cute faces as I realize they are mine and are part of me.

So even on days when I finally get around to vacuuming my house while littlest one snoozes, only to be met by two sneaking boys who have decided it is a good day to grow a mustache (with the help of markers not puberty),


it is all just dandy, for before long I will be singing a different tune...

...can't I just have a toddlers hug again
...can't I just go back and rock my babies again
...can't my kids just believe every word I say again
...can't I listen to my five-year-old read to me again

...can't I have a good belly laugh at my kids' funny faces

...can't I go be their very favorite person again

...can't I go back to tiny hand holders

...can't I go back to three car seats and lots of little voices singing in my car

...can't I just have a day when they are little again

Makes Tough Days Worth It

I am barely getting showered these days...a first with motherhood. I am witnessing a lot more sibling fighting these days. I am getting less sleep, less organization, and less sanity these days.

My house is not clean. My tummy is still flabby. My list of to-do's just keeps getting longer. I am only rotating between four outfits. My knee is not working so well.

BUT I have great friends who take care of me.

AND there are lots of moments that make it all worthwhile. This was one of them:

When I Turn My Back

The boys decided they were going on a trip...this has been a recent thing that they have liked to pretend. Sometimes Jack even tries to go into the garage and get in one of the cars, yeah that is a load of fun. They will decide where they are going, pack their bags (or boxes or pockets) and go on their trip.

Yesterday I am not sure where they were planning on going on their trip, but they packed light. Here is a picture documenting what they took with them.

Can you tell what they packed? They think that it is medicine for daddy!

4 Weeks to Go!

Let us just give a little yahoo...YAHOO. I am 4 weeks out from my due date...and if all goes like it did with the previous two then I really only have three weeks. THREE WEEKS. Many of you know I have been done for awhile, but with the light at the end of the tunnel maybe there will be less whining from me...okay so probably not.

Decided to take one more pregnancy photo of the 36 week mark. Enjoy, that will be all until after Case is born.

PS. Let me just say that three weeks seems like a long time until I stop and think about all the stuff I have left to get ready. Be patient when stopping by my house while it is a hot mess of projects in different stages.

Unsupervised

Sorry no pictures with this post...you will understand as I go on. So due to new responsibilities at church and the new art of couponing, I have been giving the boys a little more play time in their rooms. Today I added preparing a preschool lesson on to my to-do list, so I was even more preoccupied. Now I will have you know that all the doors were open (the boys in Cole's room and me in ours) and I was trying to listen for any sounds of destruction, but that did not stop what happened from happening.

I had been asking Cole to get himself dressed for about 30 minutes. Every 10 minutes or so he would run down the hallway missing one more piece of clothing having added none to replace that which was lost. Without me noticing, things had grown relatively quiet. Then BAM, Cole runs in my room butt naked yelling that Jack has taken off his diaper.

So here I am processing, Cole obviously missing all clothing AND I was going to shortly find Jack missing clothing as well.

I enter Cole's room with a skipping, naked Cole and see a laughing naked Jack, binkie still in mouth and discarded diaper thrown down, bouncing up and down on Cole's bed. Well of course my first instinct was to bust up laughing, so then the boys laugh and start chanting "I'm naked, I'm naked". Great now this is going to be a game.

Eventually I got Jack clothed and Cole slowly got dressed himself. It is a shame it couldn't have been a candid moment, but short of photo shopping some leaves over certain areas I just didn't think it would be appropriate. BUT I am sure you can all just picture it!