Listography #1 - Bad Combinations.

I'm starting this new thing.

Once a week.

Called "Listography".

{Saw it in a magazine}

Basically, once a week, I'm going

to name a topic such as this weeks

"Bad Combinations"

and I'm going to list in my opinion

my top FIVE bad combinations.

Get it?

All of you that have blogger should do it too!

K. So, my top 5 BAD COMBINATIONS.

1. Child with a cold/the shoulder of my shirt

--is there anything worse than having your childs slug trails of snot all over your clothes?!?!!

2. Peanutbutter/bread/bacon

--When Parker is asked what he wants to eat, his response is "PeanuhButter and Bakin Sanwish"......ew?!

3.Car windows down/hair/lipgloss

--theres nothing better when you're trying to enjoy the summer breeze by riding in the car with your windows rolled down, while wearing lipgloss and your hair getting stuck in the lipgloss....not...

4. Old people/Cars.

--& I KNOW for a fact that you, right now, are agreeing with me. Old people and cars....absolutely do not mix. I've always thought this. I wrote a persuasive essay in the 5th grade about how old people should be made to re-take the driving test.

5. Popcorn/Cleavage.

--Never fails. Everytime I eat popcorn with a low cut shirt on it gets in my bra, and it makes me itch.

What are YOUR top five bad combinations? :)

Guilt.

Mommy Guilt.
Lets talk about that for a minute, mmkay?

Like how I seriously despise going to the park.
But for some reason, admitting this fact gives me guilt.
As if admittance to my lack of excitement to get dirt
in my shoes, get stuck in the tube slide, and experience
sweat drip down my back makes me a bad mom.

And then there's the other kind of guilt
The guilt I feel when I'm having a bad day.
Like last Saturday.

Last Saturday Parker misbehaved in more ways
than I can count. And not even just last Saturday.
More like the last two weeks.

What is it Ms Glenda said the other day...
{Jeremy's step-dads mom}
"...terrible 2's, awful 3's, fearless 4's...."

Well, the words terrible-awful-and fearless,
HAHA.
They don't even begin to cover his behavior lately.
Especially last Saturday.

{food that was fixed for him was mutilated}
{his bed suddenly became a trampoline}
{furnature became a jungle gym}
{toys were thrown across the room}
{and peircing shrieks were heard by the entire apartment complex}


But I tried to stay positive,
because that's my new goal as a mommy.
To brush off the things that dont matter.
To remind myself that this too shall pass.
To focus on his milestones, rather than his meltdowns.

I decided I was going to devote more of my energy,
because maybe, just maybe he needs a little more
of Mommy-Parker time.

So I smiled, and brushed off his wild behavior,
and we played...

But then it was time for me to devote what little energy
I had left to myself, to get ready because we had plans
that night.

As I am sitting in my bedroom floor in front of the mirror
doing my hair/makeup, he then did something so terrible,
so horrible, so unforgivable {if he weren't my pride and joy},
that I could no longer hold a smile on my face.

He said a really, really, really UGLY word.

I dropped my hair straightener, leaving it to burn the carpet,
came in the living room where he was sitting in the floor
frustrated with a toy he had been playing with.

He looks up at me, as I stand in what I call my mad momma stance,
hands on hips, and eyebrows raised. He knew exactly
what he had done.

He broke me.
And I snapped.

PARKER, WHAT did you just say?!?!?!!!

I snatched him up, took him to his room
and sat him on his bed and proceeded to
tell him just how disappointed I was in him.
And then I spanked him, he shed a few tears,
and then wouldn't make eye-contact with me.
{proof he inherited the stubborn gene}

It made me sick to my stomache.
Way to make me feel like a failure,
a horrible mom.

Some of you may may try to tell me
that a 3 year old can't possibly understand what he said.
But I know my kid,
and TRUST me,
he knew.
And it broke my heart.

He said his sorry and we went on with the night.

While riding in the car on the way to the family function
we had to attend, I had NO intentions of telling anyone,
because I didn't need to be told what a horrible influence
I am to my own child. The ONE word that slipped out of Parkers
mouth earlier that day had proved that to me.

and then to myself I thought....

....Why do I feel like I'm doing a terrible job?....
....Why won't he listen to a word I say?....
....Did he get that word from ME?!?....
....Maybe he got it from the movies Jeremy and I watch....
....Maybe he's heard another kid say it?....
....Oh my LORD I'm such a failure....

but of course....I blamed myself.

So when I got home and had some free time, I googled
"what to do when toddlers curse", and luckily the site in which
I read from gave me some interesting tips on what to do.

Spanking was not one of them. {oops}

I then stopped feeling bad for myself,
sucked it up,
and told myself that I'm not the only one struggling with this.

;)

H a v e. a. g r e a t. d a y.

Mothers Day!

My fourth Mothers day was perfect and simple.

Simply Perfect.

We enjoyed some yummy BBQ at

my nanas house, with my family,

followed by a trip to McFarland Park

to spend time with J's family.

{Cheesin' with my cute little gifts}

Yummy smelling candle {Yankee Candles : Fresh Water}

{I got a "HAND" made apron!!! Love it!}

I hope all of my mommy readers

had a fantastic Mothers Day!

I know I sure did!

Remy Lindsey.

I went against my apartment complex rules.......

and got a puppy.

So landlord...3 words for you.

Kiss. My. Butt.

Now I know that a few posts

back, I mentioned how terribly bad

I missed my pomeranian TeddyBear.

Which I do.

If it weren't for him not

being trained to use pads,

or go outside

{and barking too much}

I wouldn't have gotten the puppy,

and would have just brought him here.

If it weren't for me being in an apartment,

I'd have every homeless dog known to man

in my backyard.

I fell in love with a teacup chihuahua

a lady had brought along with her

to the mall.

Therefore, I HAD to find me one.

And here he is.

Mr. Remy Lindsey

He is by far the cutest thing I've ever

seen besides Parker of course.

In my opinion, dogs rock.

Dogs don't judge you for your mistakes

Dogs ALWAYS love you, unconditionally

Dogs know when you aren't yourself and try to make you feel better

It's amazing how even Gods smallest creations

can bring so much joy and comfort

to us without saying a word, yet say

everything we need to hear with just

a look; is a miracle.

Fortunate.

I haven't blogged in a while

due to my busy schedule lately

&& I have so much to talk about.

But I am going to push that

all aside for now, and talk

about something MUCH more

important.

First and foremost I can't even

begin to describe how lucky &

fortunate I am, to still have

the ones I love, and a roof over

my head.

While some people are nagging about

cable and internet being out,

remember that some people, at this

very moment, are trying to dig their

families out from under all of the debris

due to the tornados that ravaged nearby

cities/counties.

So far there are over 200 found dead,

and that number is expected to increase

quite a bit.

These are only the beginning

of the "birth pains" that is referred to in

the Bible. People lose their lives, so that

others might "wake up".

But like I said, I am fortunate to still be here,

to still have my loved ones, and to have

a roof over my head, so take some time to say

a prayer for those that have lost family,

friends and their homes.

Hug and kiss your loved ones.

Some people aren't able to do that.

Every single person that was affected

by this will remain in heart and in my prayers.

Tomorrow, tomorrow!!

As I lie in bed and...ponder on all of the

extra wonderful things

I could do tomorrow, something just kind of

STANDS out...

camera.

Parker.

cute clothes.

'nuff said.

And as you all know,

taking pictures of Parker

is my absolute favorite hobby.

Not only do I have an

awesome, fancy, KICK a camera..

I have ONE amazing,

beautiful, brilliant,

healthy, good-natured,

friendly, loving, PHOTOGENIC,

silly little rugrat.

{or in rugrat grandpa terms--whippersnapper} hehe.

My child, and my picture takin'

hobby that I discovered shortly

after having Parker, without a doubt,

go very well together.

I could not ask for a more

well-mannered and patient

child to help make my picture takin'

hobby more fun--which makes for--

cuter scrapbooks, great gifts,

more, more and MORE pictures

on my walls, and more money for this

little mama because photographers these

days are pretty dang pricey!

So....why not save up, buy you a {kick a camera}

like muah, and capture as many moments of your

{whippersnapper} that you can, whenever you want to!

Be looking forward for some super cute pictures

of MY whippersnapper, Parker Lee, tomorrow!

me.

I'm NOT a hypochondriac, I swear!

Today I am feeling down and out,

not normal,

REALLY not normal.

Considering the fact that I got

a total of 2-3 hours of sleep last night,

due to my strong urge to vomit I feel

better than I thought I would.

Today, all I have done is lay around

on the couch watching movies,

acting as if I was dying.

Jeremy thinks I am a hypochondriac.

Which I will admit, if I feel the least bit

weird, bad, SICK, I will google my symptoms

and I automatically have some kind of

infectious disease.

I am so very glad that I have him

to stick by me and take care of me

whenever I am not feeling well.

Missing my Parky!! :(