A cute cut, and the darn flu!

I don't really know if that is the case but.......  As you can tell Bailee got a trim.  She desperately needed it.  So Sunday Grammy, Bailee, and I had a girls day.  We went to church, out to eat, and headed into San Antonio for a hair cut.  We love to go to this particular place that specializes in children's cuts.  So as we are there waiting...... for almost two hours.... (next time we will have an appointment), Bailee plays with the toys in the waiting area.  Not only does she play with them she mouths them.  It drives me insane.  This is all new to me, because Brayden never put things in his mouth.

My obsessive compulsiveness kicked in high gear. As soon as she put the Lego in her mouth, I jumped as fast as I could to get it out.  Can you imagine the germs that are on those toys?  I have a hard, hard time letting my kiddos play with toys that are in waiting areas.  I have been known to hold my kids as they cry, because I won't put them down at the doctor's office, to play with their toys.  Poor Brayden knows to not even ask to play with them anymore.  I won't hear of it.  

So...... last night Bailee seems to not be herself.  This morning she seemed okay, so of course she went to the sitter.  I end up getting call at about 1:45.  Bailee was running a temp.  Because there had been another child that had been diagnosed with strep, I assumed she had it also.  I immediately called for an appointment.  We were booked for 2:20.

Well.... we get there.... and she had...... a fever, red throat, leaky gunky eyes, ear infection (this threw me for a loop because she has tubes that were put in this past summer), cough, and sneezing, and wheezing in chest.  Bailee was letting us know that she did not feel well and was not happy to be there.  She was just miserable.  All signs pointed to flu.  So we are on a ton of prescriptions, and I am planning on being up most of the night.   I look up flu on the Internet and guess what the incubation is..... 2 days.... hmmmm..... that would make it Sunday that she was exposed..... if we consider that she started showing symptoms last night...... Ugh!

While she does have a precious hair cut, she also has a horrible case of the flu.  

Calgon take me away!

What a night.... Many of you are parents, so I am sure you can relate.... but I am so frustrated and upset right now I could SCREAM!

It all started with a new pair of shoes. I bought Brayden some new tennis shoes today, thinking I would surprise him. Well...... he tried them on and immediately said they didn't fit. He couldn't decide whether they were too big or too small. Mind you, they seemed to fit perfectly. I just don't think he had the heart to tell me he didn't care for the ones I picked out.

So I decided we would run in real quick and exchange them. Bailee was in my arms.... and boy is she heavy. So we trudged in to the store. As we get to the shoe department I go to the original shoes..... Brayden on the other hand, was browsing the other styles. Call me a bit conservative, but I am very picky in what shoes he wears. Brayden so badly wants the skater type shoes because they are "cool". Daddy and I don't care for them (sorry if you do) and we choose to not allow him to wear that style. Well....... he had in mind that he had to get these high top Nike's that were black, yellow, and white. They were basketball shoes. Not only were they ugly (so I thought) but they were $50.00. The original shoes I had purchased were $20.00 cheaper. Besides, I am paying for them.... I have a right to approve, right?

Well, as soon as I inform him those were off limits and he could choose one of these (as I held up THREE different pairs of Nike's), he continued to be defiant. Well..... he didn't see things my way and before I knew it we were in an all out battle. My son became someone I didn't know...... he began REFUSING to put the shoes up, held on to them with white knuckles, and begins crying, and at times was making this horrible grunting and growling sound.

I am holding Bailee who at this point is getting upset because she hates it when her brother cries. There was nothing I could do to get my son to put the shoes back, much less out of the shoe department. I decide to start for the front of the store, I get all the way there and turn around and he is in the middle of the aisle with the box of shoes. He is continuing to refuse to put down the shoes. (I am wondering at this point, what I can get away with, without having CPS called on me). There was no forcing him to put down the shoes. I told him that if he continued to walk out of the store with them, it was stealing, because there was no way he was getting those shoes or any others with the way he was acting. I threaten to call his Grammy to let her know how he is acting and he throws down the shoes and says fine (very loudly). I probably should have left then, but I was not going to make someone else put back the shoes because my son was throwing a fit. We get back to the shoe department to put the shoes on the shelf and BINGO we are back to square one. In hind sight, we should have left the shoes where he threw them down.

I literally looked around the store, praying I would see someone I knew that could hold Bailee while I either took Brayden to the restroom to solve this, or so I could drag his butt to the car. No one was around. Next thing I hear is, "Are we having problems here?"..... I turn around and see my sister in law, Aunt Shelley! I think she could see the frustration on my face and knew it wasn't a good situation. She took Brayden to the side, as I left for a second time to the front of the store, with Bailee in tow. Within seconds she comes walking up with Brayden who is still crying, but he doesn't have the shoes with him at this point.... THANK GOODNESS!

I let him have it while we drove home. I don't think I have ever been so upset with my son. I can promise you this..... he won't be getting any new shoes for quite a while.

While I love my little man with all my heart....... I could wring his neck sometimes! This was so out of character for him. I do have to admit though, we have been having a heck of a time since he has turned 6, with his attitude. I just don't know what to do about it. It worries me to see such a change in him. I think after we both have a good night's sleep, things will be better in the morning.

I owe a HUGE thank you to Aunt Shelley for diffusing the situation. I am sure the store clerks thank you also, and I can assure you Brayden would thank you if he would have known what was in store for him. I seriously thought, that we would be in there until it closed.

Of course, this would all happen when daddy is out of town! Well, my dear friend Julie sent me a basket full of all these relaxation goodies. I am going to go put them to good use! Adios!

Playing Hooky

Well the boys have left for the deer lease for the next three days.  Yes, Brayden is only in Kindergarten and already is playing hooky.  Girl time has officially began for Bailee and I!  I have all these great plans and intentions for the next few days.  Hopefully I can get some things done around here.  That new great camcorder that I just bought is in their hands.  That is a scary thought, especially when I opted not to take the accidental insurance on the thing.  

Back to playing hooky....  Brayden and I were on our way to school this morning and Brayden informs me that he made sure to let his teachers know that he would be playing hooky:

Me: "Oh Brayden, I forgot to write your teacher a note and let her know you wouldn't be there on Friday.  We needed to get your work you will be missing."

Brayden: "She already knows.  I told her I was playing hooky on Friday."

Me: "Oh really?  What did she say?" (dreading the answer).

Brayden: "She just made a funny face.  So I told her that we weren't really playing hooky, we were just going to the deer lease." 

Brayden is an open book, just like his mommy.  He doesn't keep anything to himself.  I have already been informed by his teacher that yes, Brayden has shared family secrets with her, and that no one will ever know what they are..... I cringe when I think of what those secrets may be....  I figure that her still talking to me is a good sign......

Our Little Man

We had Brayden's parent conference yesterday with his Kindergarten teacher.  It went well and we were told that Brayden is a leader and is a great friend to everyone.  He is absorbing everything and is doing well.  

For those of you who know me personally, you know the worries I had about Brayden starting school.  I was constantly worried about his behavior and how he would do in "real school" considering he had visited the office twice in preschool.  The first visit was when he was 2! Well as many of you had reassured me that he would be fine.... you were right, and I was wrong.  That is something you don't often hear me say, just ask Justin!  Anyways, thank you for the reassurance you gave, you know who you are.....

To celebrate Brayden's good report, we visited the bookfair.  I didn't get the impression that Brayden had it in his mind that we would celebrate by buying books.  What else does he expect from his mom, the book lover?  Anyways, we paid for the books and headed home.

I ended up getting a sub this morning and going home.  I woke up with one side of my face hurting and my molars hurting... never experienced something like this before.  I have been fighting a nasty cold for about five days.  I figured I had a sinus infection.  Went to my wonderful Dr., Dr. Nelson, and sure enough, that is what it was....  I was given a steroid shot and antibiotics.  I am telling you....  that shot in my BUTT hurt like the dickens!  No Kidding! Ouch!  After about 10-15 minutes the pain in my face subsided.  Still feel yucky but I am mending.    

A little info on Bailee bug:

She is getting closer and closer to walking.....  she is a great crawler, that is for sure! Hopefully one of these days she will take off walking, considering she is almost 15 months!  She will stand for a second by herself and then ever so easily sit down.  That is our sweet girl, everything is on her own time, she doesn't follow any development schedule.... I am thinking I have a non-rule follower on my hands... ha ha ha....  

Hope all is well with everyone!  We will be going down South this weekend to visit my brother. We are leaving Friday evening and will return on Sunday.  His birthday is Saturday!  He is going to be 36!  

Justin of course will be hunting since it is opening weekend of deer season.

Homework!

Tonight Brayden was doing his homework while daddy and I helped out.  Well, he had 14 (yes, that is right, 14) addition problems to do, let me remind you... this is Kindergarten.  

He had finished those, and the second half of his homework was to say his birthday 5 times (Dec. 3rd, Dec. 3rd, Dec. 3rd, etc)  So being the literal little man that Brayden is, he looks at daddy and I with a funny look and says "okay, this is a little weird....  Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday." Justin and I could not stop laughing.....  we explained to him that he was suppose to say his birthday and not... Happy Birthday..... when he realized what he did, even he couldn't stop laughing.  Yes, this was very funny when it happened and I felt is blog worthy.  I'm thinking this is one of those, you had to be there stories to find it as funny as we did.  Oh well, thought I would share.

Today's lesson is.....

This morning as I was dropping off Brayden, he was getting out of my car and I was telling him bye, when as he jumped out, stuff started falling out of my car (yes it is a mess, and needs to be cleaned out DESPERATELY).  His favorite football tumbled out and proceeded to roll behind my car and into the WHOLE drop off line.  I hear Brayden yelling, "my football, my football"!  I had no intention on stopping, at least not there in front of everyone and holding them up.  If you have ever been in a parent pick up or drop off line in an elementary school, it is something that is absolutely CRAZY, and everyone should experience at some point in their life.  

Well a teacher in the line was trying to grab Brayden before he darted out in front of the car. Thankfully the person behind me was watching everything unfold.  Brayden and the teacher went and grabbed his ball.  

As I am driving away, I hear Brayden yelling and running and trying to keep up with me.  I roll down the front passenger window and the next thing I know, I see a football coming through the window and landing in my lap!  

Typical Misti story.  Guess what I will be working on tonight......  CLEANING OUT MY CAR!

Hola!

Not too much going on around here.  School, school, and more school.  The kids are doing great. We have had some much needed family time.  Justin is in the process of fixing his schedule so that he is at home more and it is just the four of us.  The past two nights, we both have done bath duty.  Bath time goes so much faster with help!  

As I let the water out of the tub, I hear Justin battling Bailee as he tries to change her, causing me to giggle to myself (The little booger thinks it it sooo funny to try to get away from you when you are trying to diaper her and dress her.  Can be very frustrating I might add, especially when she is poopy).

I have to bite my tongue and not run in there and ask.... how does it feel? Huh? Frustrated? Huh? Huh?  As I was about to go in there and do just that...  I hear flat out belly laughing.  The type of laughing we don't hear very often from Bailee......  As I walked in the room, it is obvious that Bailee is winning the battle because she clearly does not have a stitch of clothing on. Justin is leaning over her, rubbing his whiskers under her arms and on her sides.  She is laughing and my heart smiles. Brayden, hearing all the ruckus, comes running in our room and jumps on the bed too!  He adds to the laughter........

As I walk out of the room.... I think to myself, this is what life is all about.  Family.  

Later that night, I very quietly crawl into bed.  Justin is clearly drifting off.  I snuggle into place and I hear these words from Justin (half asleep as this point) I love you.  I enjoyed our time together.  I say, me too......  and I begin praying, thanking God for all my blessings.....

Mom, will you wait for me?

Okay, I have been meaning to post a conversation that Brayden and I had the other day. Guess what, it was on our way to school..... again, the greatest conversations happen then.... The new song by Brad Paisley came on.. Waiting on a Woman.... well as he usually does, Brayden asked me what the song was about.... he had seen the video before but....

We were talking about the part where when he gets to heaven he knows he will be waiting on her... and that he hopes she takes her time..... Well Brayden's next question was one that brought tears to my eyes..... "Mommy, when I get to heaven, I am not going in until you get there." The tears immediately came and I told him that I was much older than him and that I will get to heaven first. He then asked me to promise that I would wait for him before going on in. I told him (okay, the tears are flowing as I write this...) that I would always wait for him. I also said that I would find a bench outside the gates and wait. I would tell everyone in heaven that I am waiting on my son... no matter how long it took. He got the biggest smile on his face and thanked me for waiting on him.....

It makes me think about what things kids have on their minds constantly. Where do worries like this come from in a 5 year old? Justin would say he gets it from me...... Who knows.