How You Doin'

The Italian side of me giggles when she tells her 3 (almost 4) year old to say "How You Doin" and he pulls it off, perfectly. ahhh. my son, come, lets slice the garlic, Paulie style.

Smiles

What you can't see is the fact that huge smile is all about the fact he's using his fingers to make horns on top of his head, oh yeah.

haha (laugh riot) part II

So, if you all remember Cyler's crazy funny humor about wanting a baby Sister (http://maidenmother.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha-laugh-riot.html) it gets better.

The other day he was hanging out with his Dad and Cyler says "Jason is my Baby Brother, You are my Daddy, and Mommy is my Sister."
J' tells Cyler "No, Mommy is your Mommy, not your Sister."
Cyler, "Ah, no, I want a Sister so she's my Sister now."

I analyze everything so being the kind of open minded person that I am (add a handful of lingering pregnancy hormones) of course I believe this may have something to do with a past life regression. Whatever it is this little boy is adamant. It's kinda sad. He loves his baby Brother. But he wants a baby Sister the way most kids who have to live in an apartment that doesn't allow pets wants a puppy. It's so strange to me. *shrugs*

Some day, little man; lets see where we are at in 5 years. ^.^
'Til then, shops closed and the ovaries are on Holiday.

Motocross dude

While out on their evening adventure the boys rolled past a garage filled with quads and motocross gear. J' being the Joe friendly that he is ask the man if he has any Motocross helmets that his kids have out grown and he wouldn't mind selling.
Of course he did and out never ending search for finding Cyler a helmet has been fulfilled!!!
Introducing bad to the bones (Literally most days) super cool motocross bike dude:


oh yeah ladies, oh yeah...

haha (laugh riot)

A friend just sent me a link to her newborns blog.
Cyler is clinging to my side as I check out this adorable baby girl and here's how our conversation went:

Cyler:
"is that my baby Jason?"
Me:
"No. that's a friends baby, she's a little girl"
Cyler:
"Oh, she's cute, I want you to have a girl baby too!"
Me:
*nervous chuckle*

He's brought this up repeatedly, not that he doesn't like and love his baby Brother, he's been quite adamant about also wanting a sister (give mama a break little dude). Little does he know the thought of doing the deed ever again is, well, no, no no no. You know how Amy Winehouse doesn't want to go to rehab? that kind of no no no. I know I'd love to have one more, much later down the road, I just don't know how that's ever going to happen when the thought of conceiving in anyway, shape, or form makes me a bit nauseated and tight chested. Maybe in my 40's I'll adopt. ;)

Cylerman

Making "Sand Angels" in his sandbox. Kids got resourceful skills down. ^_^


Attempt at Smiling for camera when Zach stole his attention.


"take a picture of me swinging fast fast fast!" ^_^


With a face like that how could I possibly stop at two?
and Baby Jake hasn't come out of the oven yet. ^_^

Picture post

Cyler was an astronaut for Halloween and had a blast!


Cyler last month


Baby Jake belly at 35 weeks! (I am wearing shorts you just cannot tell)

WARNING: freak out and a birth story ahead

In six weeks I am "supposed to" have a baby.
I say "supposed to" because who knows if he'll come earlier than that but they will not be letting him come later than that.

Six weeks, say it with me. 1 2 3 4 5 6...weeks.

I just put together a list for my hospital bags and it dawned on me "HOLY CRAP" it's all becoming so very, very real.
I think I am having an anxiety attack, or it could just be that there is no breathing room for my lungs with this baby crammed into my short little body.
Where was I?
Oh yes, list for hospital bag. I have had an emergency bag packed with nothing much really just incase something went awry like a gush of fluids coming from my nether regions.

Phrases like "birth plan" make me laugh these days.
Oh did I have one the first time, along with all this stuff I brought.
More phrases that make me laugh this time around, like "Relaxation CD’s
time passers (magazines, a book, cards, baby book?)
hard candies, lollipops, oh and essential oils"
Did I use it all? hell no.

My water broke, it had been a hellish night filled with pain and I was sick. I hadn't slept. But no contractions, just pain.
So any ways, I remember, my water broke, I had just laid down in hopes of sleeping. I got up. walked to my closet, and thinking, "this isn't bad *I smiled* I can do this, this is fine" a minute passed and holy shit I thought I was going to die. The urge to push was there and I still had flights of stairs to go down to get to the car.

We get to the hospital, these frickin people are taking there sweet ass time. Finally I am in a room.
"your no where near being ready, you are only dilated to 4, you have plenty of time" blah blah blah . I had to push, my body as pushing and I had no control over stopping it. "Quit pushing" I'm not, my body is. I had no control.

after tons of "f bombs" and unjustly using Gods name in vain, the nurse looked at my husband because I quit answering her stupid effing questions.
(I honestly couldn't talk) and he said, look, she has back problems.

Nurse: ooh from the pregnancy
Husband: NO! before the pregnancy. She has back problems. physical therapy and chiropractic care here and there throughout the years.
Nurse: OH! call the anesthesiologist for the epideral.
*stupid stupid *
all of this happened within, oh, 15 minutes. The nurse is now rushing to get a bag of fluids into my body, squeezing as hard as she can because without that bag of fluids in me, or anyone, no epidural.
finally, it's in, epidural is in. I finally breathe. The little woman is a goddess in my eyes. My soul beams with love whenever I think of her to this day. She was barely 4ft 10 inches at most. But she was my hero. There was something grand motherly about here even though I could barely understand her accent. She stayed to watch Cyler be born. She was out of the way. She didn't say anything. She was like this angel. (can you tell I love the lady???) and then she was gone, and never saw her again. I don't even know her name.

(I was dead set against an epidural or any drugs in general, and I now know what my physical therapist meant when she told me when she said if you ever get pregnant your going to have a hard time and have a hard labor, those words had completely slipped away from my mind, totally forgotten).

Back to the story: they do another exam because they didn't dare attempt do another before the epidural was in place.

Nurse: wow, she's ready to go.
dilation not only went from 4-10 in a flash but time to rock & roll.
They let me rest for an hour before that happened though.
Doing massages in hopes to prevent an episiotomy. I still needed one but I am glad I had one instead of tore from my little mans giant almost 9lb body.

So there you have it folks. My water broke February 24th 2005 at 5:24 am, I was at the hospital by 6 am and Cyler was born at 8:28.


*where was I again? ooh yeah, packing a hospital bag*

With a face like this

It's impossible, to stay mad, long... ^.^

and lastly,
If this is "as good as it gets"
I'm the luckiest Mama to walk the face of the Earth.

*I do however dread the day he begins dating. ugh*

The Cheeky Threes

Cyler has turned into such a cheeky bird.
Constantly talking back for everything from washing his hands, to eating, picking up toys.
Yowza and holy crap man. If I said no to my Mother in such a tone like that when I was his age (or even older than that) I am sure I would be toothless today.

I am just floored (and if you couldn't tell, stumped). I'm in my third trimester so I try to choose my battles pretty wisely. The very rare times I actually yell I end up having contractions. I cannot win. Plus our house is a yell free zone, yelling really stresses the bejeezus out of me.
Tonight he didn't want to help pick up his toys, then wash his hands before dinner. So I told him fine. Turned off his movie and told him to go to bed without dinner. He grumbled what must be curse words in the three-year old world and cleaned up then washed his hands.

I hear people talk about terrible twos ~terrible twos my expanding ass.
No one talks about the cheeky threes. Oh God how no one mentioned the cheeky threes...
A pack of Mothers who have raised kids who have turned out all right need to write a book, no, a bible, on the things so many parents forget to mention in passing. Like, ha, you think teething is bad, you think the terrible twos blow, well let me tell you, three is going to turn you gray.

Actually there is a book I am thinking of getting, http://www.amazon.com/Raising-Your-Spirited-Child-Perceptive/dp/0060923288
I guess that's what they are called these days, "spirited." Spirit... go spirit...

"Fruit of my Womb"

hehe, I stumbled upon this picture of my little man last night.
It was taken July of 2007, he was a month shy of being two and a half years old.
I can't believe how much his little face has matured over the year that has gone by.
He still had a baby look here and that look has been replaced by a little boy who will start school next year.

Cylerman: "But I don't Like that!"

I have a horrid headache today, they get horrific if I stand or sit up but for the most part it just feels like tons of ungodly sinus pressure.
This has been going on for over a week now but todays the absolute worse.

Needing some comfort I make tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for our very late lunch.

I tell Cyler what I made and he says "but I don't like that" and starts crying.
Seriously. crying. tears streaming down his face.
wtf moment of the day. So not like him to ever pull this with tears.

So he sees me pull the shredded cheddar out of the fridge, along with the salsa and sour cream. I add the salsa to his soup, then the cheese, then the sour cream. Sprinkle with crushed tortilla chips.

"ooh, is that for me? Can I have some now?"

Me: of course you can, then I show him to dunk his sandwich into his soup.

Guess whose ENTIRE grilled cheese on wheat and tomato soup is GONE.

That'd be correct folks. Not mine, but his.

I glance over to see him finish it off and he's looking all around his plate and bowl, FOR MORE!!!
Then he picks up his bowl and slurps up any left over drops of his soup, turns to me with a huge smile on his face and says:
"I ate all of my cheese sandwich and soup because it was good!"

kids are funny... and by funny I mean strange in their special kid minds... heh
It just dawned on me he's dressed like donnie darko today.
Maybe I should pop on some Tears for Fears...

Cylerman: remember this

this is just a little personal remembering sticky blog that will be updated often (I hope) with things I will end up putting in Cylers' book.

8/5: Cyler: makes his own PB&J sandwich!

8/6: Cyler: tries a pop tart for the first time and is awe!
Listens to NPR with a walkman and headphones (what is that???)

8/7: Cyler ask for Enchiladas and potatoes for breakfast "so he'll like it."

8/8: Cyler paints for the first time and loves it. Talk about 40$ of supplies well spent.

8/10: Cyler takes care of his "friends" (stuffed animals) like their babies, wrapping them in blankets, carrying them around and putting them to bed on the crib. hehe, too cute!

8/11: Cyler wants to paint a picture with our hands so we now have a canvas in green with blues and white and our hand prints in the paint mix he created.

Cyler helps give Zach a bath then helps dry him off and takes him for a walk (in the back yard). "look Mom, my dog is nice and clean, say good job!"

9/4: Cyler and Daddy have a crash on bike. Cyler gets severe road rash, as does hubby, but hubby is left with a broken hand. :(

9/5: Cy goes to Dr to have his wounds double checked. He weighs 38 lbs and is 40" tall. He leaves his sunglasses on during the exam because he doesn't like anyone to look at him when he is really hurt or sick. :(

9/14: Cyler picks his Halloween costume (a blue Power Ranger) then proceeds to wear his costume all day! this happens for several days.

9/16: Cyler eats his first "dreamsicle" and I forget were in the same room together as he silently eats it in amazement. :)

Cyler tells me he loves dad, then proceeds to ask "where'd we buy him from, Texas?" haha...

***Cyler talks to Papa Greg, then Grandma Michelle, then Nessa (my lil step Sis) he tells Nessa that "Mommy doesn't have road rash or scrapes from accident, but she's growing a baby and getting big, you can't see the baby because there's no room for you in her belly, I know ~she won't let me in there either." ***

9/18: We drive to Tempe (which is quite a haul) for dinner at Claim Jumpers. We get there and sit down and Cyler says "WOW! ~this is WAY too fancy!" haha.

9/20:
Cyler helps Mama bake cookies!

Cyler ask me "where'd we buy you from?" I tell him I came from Fresno and then he says Grandma sent you to me because she loves me. ^.^

Cylerman: Haircut & Halloween

I finally got Cyler in for his haircut.
It was on my to-do list for August and August turned into September, and lets be honest, September is fast on her way to turning into October.
The last few weeks he's looked in the mirror and gasped:
"OOOH! look at my hair!!! Why does it look like this? I need a haircut so my hair looks nice again. "
oi.
So he was a very happy boy to get a haircut today.
It took forever to get him to leave the shop.
He adores the lady that cuts our hair and she thinks he's the greatest thing.

Then Sunday I held true to last years promise and we got him a Halloween costume early. We were in the costume isle in Target for a very long time. I had to be sure he was certain on whatever costume he wanted. After what seemed like FOREVER we walked away with the Blue Power Ranger costume (which he's been wearing for hours at a time since). We also picked him up a candy bag for trick or treating, some "flash" lights that snap on for safety and a cool little light up necklace, plus he talked me into getting him a Halloween night light that's been in his room since as well. He's so excited about Halloween. Everyday he ask if we "can go to Halloween now."
It may be a silly thing to be grateful for but I am so grateful my little man adores Halloween as much as his Mom does.

I know, I know, pictures, pictures, tomorrows goal is to snap some pictures of my devilishly handsome cheeky bird.

It was as easy to capture

as it appears! haha.
My Cylerman and I with 26 weeks down and 13 weeks to go until Baby Jake joins us outside of his womb.

Sunday Morning

This is what my Sunday morning looked like. Newfies and Kids go together like Peanut Butter & Jelly. I love it. Goddess forbit I had a couple acres and a farm house, I'd be loaded with Kids and Newfs, Berners, ducks, sheep, chickens, maybe a cow, some mini donkeys, yadda yadda yadda, you get the drift... :)