let's go brazilian...

You know it's time to get another bikini wax when your toddler son tells you that your v-jay v-jay looks like "poo poo".

my day...

Here's my crappy Wednesday in a nutshell. Sad, cause I was so refreshed and in a great mood on Monday after Spring Break.

1. Woke up in a foul mood and refused to talk to Mike or Oliver. Ended up crying in the car ride to work. Blame it on the pregnancy hormones.

2. Kids in school annoyed me so much that I actually covered my ears with my hands like a four year old and said, "I'm not listening to you anymore!" Blame it on the fact that I work with four year olds - gotta act like them sometimes.

3. Got a Pre-k student suspended for two days. I blame him, you can't head butt a pregnant teacher.

4. Cried on the way home over the fact that Oliver likes his dad better than me. Blame his dad - we wrestles with Oliver and I'm useless due to the pregnancy.

Lovely day, really.

here we go again...

Well, my baby is sick. Mike and I kept passing the sickness back and forth to each other in January and February. March was looking good for the whole family and BOOM - Oliver gets sick at the end of our spring break! Poor guy. He's had a cough for the last 3 days and we thought it was allergies (his Dad suffers from them terribly), but last night the little guy got a runny nose, then a fever. We were supposed to hunt for Easter eggs with Kale and Mack, but he still has a fever and he crashed early today (and as an FYI - Oliver has started skipping naps recently, so we know he's really sick if he's napping at 1 in the afternoon). I don't know what it is with 2008, but all we seems to do is get sick in this house. On top of all of that, he seems to have an allergic reaction to a mosquito bite and the area around the bite is pretty swollen. He's got super sensitive skin like his mommy. Need to think about having put in a bubble, that way nothing can happen to him...

spring break or bust...

So here's our rocking ass spring break in a nutshell...

Visited some friends in Austin for a very short weekend. Not the same with kids - no 6th Street madness. Oliver was a wild and crazy crank monster. He thought staying in a hotel was awesome, but he's not napping anymore so he was a MONSTER (just ask the friends we visited). Austin is so beautiful, but not so kid friendly. Every restaurant we hit seemed VERY annoyed we had kids. The weather was nice, but not hot enough for swimming (which we tried to plan everyday). Felt glad though, cause I'm a big 'ol rolly polly and wasn't looking forward to wearing my "maternity bikini". Last time I wore it Mike laughed at me. Lovely.

Rained on Tuesday so I stayed home to clean - can I say FUN? In need of maid - know of anyone?

Can't remember what we did on Wednesday. Guess it was that exciting.

Went to Jagi and Papa's (my parents) house on Thursday, after spoiling myself with a super relaxing mani/pedi. Oliver love's Jagi's - he begged me to go for two whole days before I got off my butt. Oliver had a blast playing with his cousins and getting spoiled from Jagi.

Went to Grandma Lou Lou and Grandpa Wally's on Friday. Another day we planned on swimming, but the heater in the pool didn't work. Instead, Mike and I spent over $100 on Easter stuff for Oliver at Target. When you look in the bag, it looks like we should have only spent $20. Seriously, how come that ALWAYS happens at Target? A basket full of nothing (or "crap" as Mike likes to call it) is ALWAYS $100. What? When we got back, Oliver was running a fever (of course he gets sick at the END of spring break). He's been coughing for two days, but we thought it was allergies. Oopps!

Spring Break isn't the same after kids, but I did enjoy hanging out with the family and NOT being at work. Wish it could last another week...

Next years plans - vacation with my hubby! Anyone up for babysitting?

always a bridesmaid...

So, 2 years ago I set up a co-worker with my divorced brother-in-law. Now, they're getting married on April 19. The bride-to-be asked me to be in the wedding, although I'll be 37 weeks on the day of the wedding. I said yes, but really a pregnant bridesmaid just isn't cute (or fun). I wasn't too excited about being in the wedding in the first place, but what can ya do? The bride-to-be picked a cute two piece dress for the other gals and I tried on the maternity dress (which she wasn't too fond of). She ended up helping me pick an a-line dress with an empire waist that was 8 sizes bigger than my normal size. It looks almost like the 2 piece dresses the other bridesmaids are wearing. I was excited cause it was cute, but really a bit nervous about the fitting (how can you determine how a non-maternity dress will fit at 37 weeks). So, guess what! I picked up the dress today and at 32 weeks, it's SUPER FREAKING tight! Seriously, the seams were already stretched! What the f**k? Holy sh*t! There is NO WAY the dress will fit in 5 more weeks. My husband asked if they could make it bigger. Uh, no - where's the extra fabric I asked? So, now I have to (a) tell the already super stressed bride my dress doesn't fit and (b) cry over how muh I spent on a dress I won't be wearing, EVER! I guess this means I'm out of the wedding, right???

PS. I'll post a pic when I get one...

cheese, click...

We FINALLY got off our lazy bums and got a new camera. Oliver used our last digital as a baseball last summer and we've had to resort to the "old fashioned" way of taking photos - a disposable! We took our old cam in and it was going to cost as much as a new one, so we ened up buying one instead. So, with tat, I finally have some new photos of Oliver I can share (because I still haven't develop his Christmas photos from the disposable - hey, I work and chase after a toddler, who's got time). Oliver always says "cheese" and then makes the actual clicking noise a camera makes. Here's our attempt at potty training (I know he'll need therapy in the future, but I had to share the photo - its too cute)...

almost there...

So my hellish week has finally ended. New student from hell, abused child living in hell, super freaking tired and exhausted, cranky and bickering with my hubby, and the ever constant Oliver. Whew! There were a few days I wasn't sure I wanted to continue being a teacher, Mom, or wife. I have to say Oliver actually saved my week. He's really been a sweet little boy this week - no "terrible two" tantrums. Not sure if he's growing up or could feel that my patience was near the end. Besides, how bad can your day be when your little one tells you, "love you Mommy, a hug". Melts me instantly and I remember how much I LOVE being a Mom and a wife and how truly lucky I am to have my boys (and soon to be little girl). One more week and we're off for Spring Break - yeah! We're going to Austin for a few days and can't wait to hang with the old gang (plus two toddlers and a baby).

I'm 31 weeks and counting down the days. I have a question though. Why do people feel the need to be so honest while your pregnant? Seriously? It only seems to happen when your pregnant. What's the freaking deal? Who says, "Wow, your getting wide - it's a girl!" I've never heard that. This is my second pregnancy and I've read alot of books and talked to my OB and I never heard or read that girls make you wider. I mean really. I know I've gotten wider, but did you have to tell me. I especially love when people make faces at the names you pick or when you tell them you're not breastfeeding. Who asked you and why do you care?

Ok, I have to cut my ranting short cause my son is crying. Gotta go. Enjoy your weekend!

the life of a teacher...

I haven't been so good at blogging - life is so busy with work (teaching 4 years olds), chasing after my toddler, being preggo (and getting bigger by the second), and keeping my house tidy (cause my hubby isn't so good at it). Life!

I do have to share the reason I've been cranky and sad this week. I got a new boy about a month ago. He's been in school before (in an out, all over the place), but clearly he has some family issues tat are causing his anger and other behavior problems (I work at a very low income school so most of my kids have family issues). It's really too much to write - let's just say there were a few days with him where I decided I was going to quit teaching (days filled with hitting, screaming, crying, throwing chairs, etc), but sadly we had to call a government agency to step in and help this child (and his siblings). As much as this litle child has frustrated me (and he has truly FRUSTRATED me), I'm truly distrought over his home life. It's like any other news story we read, but I know this child personaly. It brings me to tears, as I write this, that a grown adult would slap a child across the face - leaving bruising and broken blood vessels and the kick and stomp the child on his back, leaving BLACK bruises and swelling! I realize this child is "something else", although when I talked to one of his parents they called this child "crazy", but he's JUST A BABY!

How can this be? How do children get such f**king crappy (and that's a nice way to put it) parents? Where did we all go wrong? I feel like we ALL have a responsibility to protect and love children. It sent shivers down my spine to but this child on the bus that day, fearful of what he might walk into. How can I help? How can I not love a child who isn't loved? Why do some people have babies they never want and some people can never have babies they deserve? Is there a just God? These babies just need to be loved and told they're loved. It's so simple. So, where did we go wrong?

little miss maya...

Here's Maya Isabele. Isn't she gorgeous? She's already one month old (they grow fast I tell you)! My parents are in Oregon now visiting her now. Wish I could be there to snuggle with her.