House keeping tip…..

I am always looking for little ideas and tips to help me with my household chores. I came across a little one this morning, in fact it is one I came up with all on my own and I thought I would share it with all of you!
 
When you childs sleeper looks like this after he has been crawling around the kitchen floor, it is time to sweep.


I will be posting another recipe tonight, and I promise I promptly swept the floor after taking this picture….

(Ok I must defend myself a little, this picture was taken right after I got the big kids off to school, so I hadn’t swept yet after breakfast. One of the minor annoyances of baking my own bread is that it is really crumbly, and this is the result!)

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WHAT!!!!

My Partner in Crime was dressing baby boy punk after his bath tonight, from somewhere in the depths of the house a little punk kid yelled “MoooooooooM!!!” PIC said that baby boy punk didn’t even skip a beat and called back “WHAT”I guess that exchange happens a lot in our house!

We got him to repeat that little trick over and over, everytime someone called “mom” he would call back “What?”

Trauma

We had a trauma at our house last night. While I was making dinner (why do trauma’s always happen at dinner time?) my oldest punk came tooling around the corner holding baby boy punk, at a pretty fast pace. She slipped and slammed into the kitchen floor, right on top of the baby. I heard the crack of his head hit the floor and I turned around to find a stunned, almost in tears, 9 year old on the floor with her baby brother next to her crying his little heart out. I picked up the baby and soothed my 9 year old as best as I could. She was holding back the tears saying “Mom I didn’t mean to, I slipped, I am so sorry!” Over the wails of the baby I told her I understood and it was ok, “don’t worry, accidents happen.” I walked around with my baby trying to calm his cries as an ugly red bump swelled up on his little head. For a solid 15 minutes (no kidding) he cried and cried, he was pale and clammy and I tried to get a good look at his eyes, but he wouldn’t let me. Finally I got him settled against my shoulder in the rocking chair, I sang softly to him, got a good look in his eyes (they were fine) and figured we were alright. He started to cry again and proceeded to vomit all over. Oh Crap! I don’t panic easily, I am usually pretty cool headed, but that scared me. I called my PIC to tell him to come right home, not to stop on the way. I was figuring that we would need to go to the hospital. I was scared. I called the pediatrician, he told me that throwing up was normal with a baby and a head injury (ack, did he say head injury?) that most likely he went into shock and threw up because of that, that would also explain the cold clammy and pale skin. So, if he was to throw up again, I was to call. Also I was to wake him up every 30 minutes for the first 3-4 hours after I put him to bed. After a quick prayer of thanks, we got in with dinner and Baby Boy Punk went back to his normal happy self!

I still had to wake him up every thirty minutes for the first three hours after he went to sleep. He wasn’t too happy about this. I would find him all snuggled up to his froggy and couldn’t resist taking some pictures.

I have discovered that the quickest way to wake a baby is a camera flash in the face.

He was annoyed at me!

Hi Handsome!

“Awwwww mom!!! can’t you let a fellow sleep????”

Happy Birthday Little Buddy

I hope you all will indulge me a little. My baby boy, my final baby, the very, very last of the bunch turned 1 today. The big oh-one. I have to admit I am feeling a little sad. It feels really weird to be almost out of the baby stage for the rest of my life. So I decided to take a little photo journey into the past year. It has gone so fast.

Here is my little guy right after he was born. I can hardly believe that we really do have a boy. The first thing I said after he was born was “is it still a boy?”



I love that newborn face


Daddy couldn’t wait to get him on a computer!





Happy Birthday Little Buddy




That’s my Guy!

I tease my husband a lot about being a geek. He was a computer geek before, well, before anyone knew what a computer geek was! Sometime between Sunday night and Monday morning my computer crashed. I mean major! It was so crashed it couldn’t even boot up enough to tell us it had crashed. I am thinking that all my stuff is gone, e-mail, files, pictures, bookmarks, everything. So PIC determines that my hard drive has gone bad, very, very, bad. That means a new computer right? Something we cannot afford, so that would mean no computer. AAAAA….that is what keep me sane! PIC calmly explains that “no, it doesn’t mean a new computer, it means a new hard drive, and those are about 80$”. Whew, we can swing 80$. So he proceeds to order us a new hard drive and had it second day aired to us. That is all well, and good, but what about my stuff? My pictures? My e-mail? My files? I didn’t want to say anything to him, I figured that there wasn’t anything that could be done, and I didn’t want to frustrate him. I would just have to start over with everything. He came home that night with a nifty little gadget, call an “external USB port” …I seriously know what that is, I really do, I swear! He pulls out my sad broken little hard drive and pops it into his nifty gadget. Viola….it is getting my stuff. My files, pictures, e-mail…all that! Yesterday the new hard drive came, PIC spent the evening installing the new hard drive and setting everything up, he even installed Vista. He also restored all my files, e-mails, and pictures! WOOHOO!! I LOVE my little computer geek boy! YAY!!!