On 12/31/2010, while I was doing a Burgettstown Bar Crawl with John, my brother and sister-in-law, and some friends, I thought to myself: I know that 2011 isn't going to be the most glamorous year that I've had on earth. It's bound to be filled with baby vomit and potty training woes. And did I mention that I was starting it out by doing a bar crawl through B-town? But I think it's going to be GREAT. Maybe even my favorite of my 30 years on record. And 2011 has responded...with a big F-U! I almost feel like 2011 has challenged me to a duel and said "if you want it to be great, you're going to have to work for it." In the short 12 days of this new year we have had Attack of the Viruses. The same week that Jackson decided since this baby is here to stay, he might as well love her, he got hand, foot and mouth, which is a very contagious virus and not good for a 3 month old to contract. Up to this point Jackson completely ignored his sister. He acted as if she didn't exist. Something happened a week ago and now he wants to kiss her and share toys with her and put her paci in her mouth for her (whether she wants it or not). However, he really shouldn't be breathing on her, let alone touching her. Explain that to a 2 year old. So it's my 2nd week back to work after 3 months of maternity leave and I had to call in sick one day. Nothing like setting the bar high. I guess that Employee of the Year award will not be going to me. Oh well, there's always next year.
In addition to that, I have come down with Shingles. Two words: No fun. No need to elaborate. So I guess as it stands, the score is 2011: 2, Me: 0. But that's ok. It's not over yet. There are 353 more days and I'm feeling a come back coming on. I am discussing this situation with my mother and she attempts to make me feel better by saying, and I quote, "what doesn't make you stronger will kill you." Doesn't give you the warm and fuzzies when said that way, does it? For those of you who don't know my mom, she has a tendency to mix words up and say thing backwards. It ALWAYS ends up being funny. What is not funny is that I'm beginning to do the same thing. Maybe it's a mom thing? Or it's genetic. Either way, I'm sure that my children will me making fun of me the way that Garrett and I do my mom. Thanks for the laugh Sue. It really did help get me out of my feeling sorry for myself-funk.
On a funny note, while waiting in the very long line at Walgreens for my prescription for my Shingles, I noticed that Jackson had peed in his pull-up. I start to talk to him about how he's supposed to tell me that he has to pee so that I can take him to the bathroom. About halfway through this sentence he closes his eyes and begins to fake snore. I calmly tell him to open his eyes because I'm trying to talk to him. With his eyes still closed he tells me "I sleeping Mummy, SHHHH." Thus ending our potty training discussion.
That is one of the many parts of parenting that I haven't mastered. When you are trying to be serious and they do something funny. I just laugh and move on. I'm sure that's not what you're supposed to do. Jackson is a very head strong 2 year old, to say the least. Not sure where that comes from, hehehe. When he doesn't want to listen to what you have to say, nothing short of Jedi Mind Tricks are going to get him to. And I'm just not sure how to handle that, because I don't posess that particular super power.
On a side note, I also have a new cousin in the Reynolds family, Sadie Elizabeth Higgins, born 1-11-11. Congrats to Mom, Dad and Big Sister Makenna. I can't wait to squeeze that little butterball...not too hard, of course.
Until next time....
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