New night light


I found these great little lights at Target to match Brandon’s new uber soft bedding. I thought they would make great night lights.

See there is a blue fish, green tree and brown bear…or as Brandon says beaw rarrrrraw!

Big boy bed

We got Brandon a new twin bed this weekend along with some ultra cute bedding. We are still on a mission to find an actual bed with a head board and matching dresser before October 1st so that all of Codi’s baby stuff can be moved out of Brandon’s room and into his own room. Finding a nice solid wood dresser with out veneer on it is so very very hard. Anyway we spent all day on a mission for this damn bedding and I got it home, washed and put on the bed finally at 9pm when I noticed a fucking tear in the quilt. So now I have to exchange the shit tomorrow!
This stuff is ultra soft and smooth. Its that microfiber stuff. Soooo soo soft!


The whole top of it is that super soft stuff also and then cute little corduroy! I looove it, minus the fucking tear!

See the cute little bear paws!

Realization

I’m about to have two boys. Although there are things I fear about this for the most part a lot of these fears were put to rest by this great to revelation I had. I realized that I was a total shit head growing up. I used to booby trap the house to try and trip up my grams. I used to dare my cousin to put worms in grams hair. I could always convince my grams to let me go out with my boyfriends when I was older and she wouldn’t be able to tell if they were or were not the boy I told my mom I would be seeing. I could completely destroy my grandmas house and then just leave. Thats when the realization came. Most of my bad behaviors were practiced while I was at my grams house for the weekend. So, if I’m right that means it’s actually my parents who are screwed and not me!!!!!! So that means if all goes well my little boys will be perfect angels Monday through Friday and then on weekends they go see grandma and grandpa they will go totally ape shit there and I’ll just be at home relaxing. The way I see it, this is totally punishment for all those times my parents tried to ground me. So while I am worried my BOYS will try and clobber each other and that Brandon will throw Codi out of the crib trying to get him to play…I’m totally confident in the fact that all of this will happen at grandmas!

However my not so good realization this week was that some day my TWO BOYS are going to have to get married! WHAT!!!!!!!! SCREEEEEEEEEECH ERRRRRRRRRR! Everything just came to a screaming halt. Let me get this right. I’m supposed to raise these two boys for eighteen years just so some young hussy can come steel them away? I think not! There was this episode of Friends were Monica and Chandler had their babies finally, and when the boy came out Monica said, “I’m going to love you so much no woman is ever going to be enough for you.” Thats pretty much the theory I’m running on. This has made everything else seem easy though. First day of kindergarten, pshaw, thats cake to letting some other woman make my sons dinners. The day he gets his drivers license, Puuulease thats nothing compared to knowing some woman will be out there “trying” to do it better then me! So you know, a note to all you baby girls out there, I see you with your sweet little eyes trying to lure my son into your trap by promising him rides in your high fashion stroller and your sippy cup with double chocolate milk. Back off!!! I see you with your powdered butt and your tasty snack foods. BACK OFF MY SON Miss thing!

My final fear is the realization that soon they will be out of first grade and I won’t understand their math homework anymore!

So! To all you mommies out there what are your fears for watching your kid grow older? Are they different for boys then they are for girls?

Smart ass

Only because I am pregnant is it okay that my son is rolling things down my belly, stuffing things between my belly and my boobs and getting excited they stay, and balancing stuff on top of my belly! This better not continue after I have the baby!

Beans are out

So Brandon and I are sitting here eating some lunch. He is of course eating roni and cheese with bud der! I was eating this tastey little Green Giant steamer meal. It came with sugar snap peas, edamame, carrots and black beans all in a light butter sauce. Anyway we are eating and I offer him some carrot. He says “No orange, roni cheese.” Okay so I eat a little longer and I offer him a green (edamame) and I get no again. Then he looks right at my plate sticks his finger up to my black beans and declares loudly POO POO? I nearly died because I realized that to him those must really look like poo poo. Sooo I’m guessing it is safe to say we won’t be eating beans any time soon!

More about names (Swistle aren’t you so excited)

So I was just asked about naming my kids. The question was, did you pick a name first or wait until you saw the child to put a name with them? My answer is sooo going to irritate some of my pregnant friends right now but it’s okay they will still love me tomorrow.

I am a firm believer of finding out the sex of the baby while you are pregnant. Now although I have to find out because curiosity and the cat you know, I have another totally valid reason for wanting to know.

When I was pregnant with Brandon one of the common things I started hearing is that babies are the same outside of your body as they are inside. This scared the living shit out of me since my son was never NEVER EVER KIND OF calm inside of me. Brandon was all kinds of nuts in there. I often joked that he was karate chopping me already in there. We went in for an ultrasound and here was this little person kicking and stomping with major fury and I knew I was in big shit trouble when this little guy came out. I started reading books and baby name websites and nothing really seemed right to me. Then I was reading Tommy Lee’s (hubba hubba) autobiography and he was talking about his tattoos. He has these ones on his wrists with his sons names Brandon and Dylen.

DING DING DING DING DING LIGHTBULB

Brandon. That was the name. I mean hello if the bad ass of all bad asses had named his son Brandon it had to be a pretty bad ass name right. Aside from loving the name I started mentally scanning all the Brandons and the only two I came up with were my ex boyfriends little brother Brandon who was a total cutie and a closet bad ass and Brandon Taylor, this kid I went to school with, who was totally nuts and unique and independent. So I decided to try it out. I paid attention to the little man inside of me. I started calling him Brandon and I just knew that was the name for him. Brandon was set in stone. There was NOTHING that ANYONE could do to change his name!

Now two years later I have a son who is to say the least a complete bad ass, very independent and is literally walking around karate chopping everything in site. When he was two weeks old at the doctor they informed me, that I will never be the one making the decisions for this child, and that this little guy was already completly in control of my destiny. Well no shit sherlock. Sooo with Brandon it rang true, he is on the outside exactly as he was on the inside.

But the coolest part of all, is the day he came out, I felt like I already knew him. I had been talking to him and playing him his song that I came up totally based on his personality (Simple Man by Lyndard Skynard gotta be a bad ass to rock the Skynard) and I knew with out a doubt the choice was right. When he came out, it was like saying hi to someone who had been on vacation for nine months that I could only talk to via e-mail. I know now that if I had waited to find out he was a boy, or even found out but waited to name him, I wouldn’t have had as great of a bond with him because I think the naming him part is what helped me talk to him and bond with him.

So now here I am I find myself pregnant with another little boy. This little boy so far is polar opposite from Brandon. He is quite, he moves only with a purpose or when he is extremely annoyed (ie when mom is squishing her belly to make him wiggle). He doesn’t react to spicy food, but to ice cream instead. He has a mild temper but you have to really piss him off to see it come out (I’m thinking when Brandon steals his toy Brandon better get his ass out of the way fast or he’s going to be hit with a death ray). Codi isn’t a Lynard Skynard type of guy. I think he will be more artsy and a bit more quite. Codi is going to be like his momma. He is going to wear his heart on his sleeve, love easy and fall hard. Codis song from me, is the Pretenders I’ll Stand by you. It’s basically a song saying, hey I’m here for you I’ve been there before and what mom doesn’t spend her whole life trying to tell her kids she was once in high school to and once even fell in love after three weeks and I’m just like you, only older and less cool now?

With Codi we went through a lot of names. Rob kept throwing names out and I would try them for a day. None of them were right. He said Stephen. I knew this kid wasn’t a Stephen. Not by any means. That doesn’t suit his personality one bit! We suggested Caleb and while that is a calm name, there is no hidden bad ass in Caleb. Because you see, while Codi might be a little calmer, this kid is still going to be a hidden bad ass. While I think Codi will be independent and stubborn in a totally different way from Brandon the Boss I also think Codi will let me call the shots a little longer and maybe try not to grow up quite as fast as his brother. Now, when this little guy comes out, I already feel so bonded with him that hopefully he will feel just like another one of my little buddies who was on vacation.

I am filled with curiosity about whether Codi will come out and I will feel instantly as though I already know the depths of his soul like I did with Brandon. The second I heard him cry I already knew him, I felt his soul and I knew he and I were going to be bonded together forever, even if it would be a long journey ahead with us both calling the shots.

Soooo. Long story short. This is how I name my kids. I can’t imagine having them be born and looking at them for a few seconds and pretending to know who they are. This is why it is my own personal preference to find out the sex. If Brandon had been a girl, she would have needed some kind of incredible name to hold up to the personality she would have had. I never ever found a girl name for him probably because somehow I knew he wasn’t a girl, and because I’m not sure there has ever been a girls name bad ass enough to stand up to the female version of my son.

So now it is your turn. How did you come up with names? Did you wait until they were born, decide based on what you like or what? Are there other methods? Did you simply go with a family name? This has all got me very interested.

Also this whole I versus Y business has been very fun for me. I’m especially amused that you all thought the I was girly but were scared to tell me! You are all silly, from now on, let it be known I can totally take the heat so let me know. If anything it will spark a good debate! But I have to ask since Swistle pointed it out are the names Eli and Levi considered girly to you too or would they be manly if they were Ely and Levy????????

2 Year check up

Brandon had his two year check up today. Lemme recap in bullets

  • He moved up from the 3rd percentile in weight all the way to the 50th percentile! My child is now average! WOOH!
  • His weight was 27 lbs and his height was 34″ which means he grew 3″ since November.
  • The doctor was astonished he was potty training he said usually he doesn’t even mention it until three.
  • He was very impressed Brandon knew his colors and over 200 words, and was making sentences out of them.
  • I asked what I should teach him next and he said nothing. He said in his opinion he was sick of parents forcing their kids to learn school stuff at such a young age. He said at two children should be concentrating on playing, making friends, and learning motor skills. He said that kindergarten used to teach kids manners and social skills and now it teaches them algebra. In his opinion unless Brandon showed interest in alphabets, numbers and so on, that I should not force him.
  • I told him how Brandon will point to something and say “that” (whats that) and I would respond what it was, then he would repeat it with the object and color. Example, That? Thats a shirt Brandon, That yellow shirt. The doctor thought that was great that I was following his cues.
  • I was told not to worry about him not eating much. He said around this age kids don’t need as much food and can go almost a whole day with out food.
  • He said kids eating only one food for a month was totally normal.
  • He said from now on give Brandon two choices for everything, but keep in mind that usually the last thing you say is what they pick.
  • I was told that kids rebelling and trying to assert themselves does not start in the teenage years but when they are two.
  • He said that if parents could just accept that toddlers were going to try and show their assertiveness and individuality that parenting would be a lot easier.
  • Brandon got one shot, one of the Hep ones, he was pissed.
  • The doctor said his teeth are in excellent condition but to go ahead and start saving for braces now since his teeth are obviously crowded. I was just relived to know that at this point he already has enough saved for us to afford braces…phew.
  • I was told to expect to see the ER this year for sure, and that head and leg bruises are super common and not to freak out!

All in all I think it went great. Tomorrow is my turn at the doctor!