Island Girl

We are moving in to our new place today. Hubby is actually in there right now hauling some of our things. Bubby and I will wait until the last trip so I can help hubby check the place over make sure we have all our stuff, then we have to drop the keys.

We have waited for this day for a while. I am happy but at the same time exhausted at the prospect of putting things in order in the new place. It is stressful, for me, that is. I don’t know why. To think that I only helped a little I don’t think bubby knows what’s going on. He is with me right now playing with stuff on the floor. His toys are all boxed up. He is actually sleepy but he won’t sleep on the playpen so he may have to wait until we settled in the new place. Either that or let mama rock him to sleep. I tried that earlier but he opted to play instead.

I am sleepy and tired. I have to wait maybe a couple more hours before I can start ordering hubby where to put which. I don’t really like that idea. I know he is tired too. He’s been up and running since five am. I hope I will get over this lazy spell. I need to help and make hubby feel I am into this. I am, actually. I am happy that we finally have a place we always wanted. I just don’t know what is wrong with me. Winter blues?

I had a hard time making my first post at smorty. I am still thrilled that I got accepted. And I don’t want to make a mistake that is why I had to read and re-read the rules and faq’s. I hope I did it right. Sometimes when you get overly excited you tend to overlook minute details. I hope that is not the case here.

Bubby is screaming at me right now because I have been here for a while. Time to take a break for a while. I will read everything again when I get back to make sure I will do the right thing.

Can get a little messy. And I mean that literally. It can be fun too. And downright frustrating. But the good times always prevail. No matter how bad a day is when I see my son smile at me or do silly things with me or just snuggle with me, it wipes away all the stress and the tiredness. Especially since he’s learning new things and very vocal about what he feels even if he can’t say anything clearly yet except for dada or mama or baba.

Here are the things my son does almost on a daily basis. It frustrates me when he does some of these but at the same time it makes me laugh and my heart swell. He really is a character.

* Toys in the garbage can. No matter how I try to explain to him that those aren’t waste, they always end in the can. I was shocked when the trash can vibrated once. I thought I was electecuted or something (silly me) only to find my son’s toy in there.

* Empty bottles go next. When he’s done with his juice or milk (no sippy cup since he unscrews the top) they also end up in the trash.

* Loves to play with the trash can. Yeah, it always ends here, lol. I have to hide this offending thing several times.

* Opens the cabinets and drawers. And bangs them close.

* Loves to play with plastic containers and empty plastic bottles instead of his toys.

* Runs to every open doors. Why? well, I guess to play.

* Tries to run away. When the front door is open, beware. I had to chase him several times because hubby don’t lock the door (bubby knows how to open it) when he brings the trash out.

* Fascinated with the bathroom or anything with water in it.

* Turns the speakers off when he sees me watching my fave shows online. If it doesn’t work, he turns the pc off. What can mommy do?

* Refuses to play with me when he doesn’t feel like being sociable. Just this morning I was turned down several times when I asked if I can join in his game.

* Only calls for me when he needs help. If not, it’s always dada. Maybe mama isn’t any fun?

* Climbs the couch or on anything that is elevated. Stands up in there too and jumps up and down. Scary! This morning, he fell and laughed about it. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. Why can’t kids be good and stay away from things that will hurt them?

* Rests his head on my lap when he gets tired from playing and running around instead of making me pick him up. He’s always been independent and unlike other kids, not clingy. He just reassures himself that mommy is within reach.

* Sleeps alone. He doesn’t like me to fuss over him when he is sleepy. Good.

* Picky with food. Sometimes.

* Shakes his head when he is asked with something. Hubby finds this very funny.

* Loves to snuggle with dada.

There are still a lot of things that I didn’t include here. Like what I said, when you’re living with a toddler you won’t know what to expect. Maybe I will make another post with this title a few months from now. I am sure I will have more to tell then.

Hubby and friend finally got to pick oysters last sunday. They each had two bushels. He cleaned ‘em up and I helped on the cooking, actually steaming. I even had a few bites. Boy, it was good! I know I promised myself I will never eat oysters again after I got sick when I ate some when I was pregnant. But the smell was just so mouth-watering! So I said I’ll try one. And then another and before I knew it, I had a pile in front of me. I ate it with rice too. Yummy! I had to stop though because I was afraid I will get sick again. I don’t want to spoil the moment by getting sick. Hubby ate as much as he can. He loves oysters but he only gets to eat it when we go to seafood restaurants with staggering prices or when he would go pick them up himself. Given his busy work schedule, the latter seldom happens. So when he does, he always gorge himself lol. It was a fun day. I conquered my fear Thanks to hubby who helped me get over my paranoia.

It’s a rainy sunday here in the south. Hubby and his friend want to go pick some oysters at noon but with the rain I doubt if they will. It’s not because they’re afraid to get wet, but due to the fact that oysters are not safe to eat if it was rained on and then picked. I don’t know why. Hubby explained it to me but since I’m not really interested in oysters anymore I just let it pass They’ve been planning of doing this for a while but it either rained or their schedules don’t met. I’ll just wait and see what they will do later.

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I babysat our family friends’ baby girl earlier. When hubby called and asked if I would babysit for Kayla I readily said yes. I like her. She’s an adorable baby. She’s not fussy too. Her mom was at work and her dad had to meet somebody. They couldn’t get a sitter so they asked if I can do it for a few hours. It wasn’t even longer than an hour anyway because the meeting was postponed. But I got to take care of her for a while.

Kayla is almost a year old, her birthday being only a few days away. My fourteen month old son just got wild when he saw our visitor. He don’t get to see kids often so when one stays with us he doesn’t know what to do. It was funny to look at them. I had one of them on the playpen and one on the floor, alternately. Couldn’t let them in the open at the same time or the baby girl will just be torn to pieces, literally. My son likes to play rough. He wrestles, he pokes, he scratches, he runs over. That’s what he does with us his parents and I can tell that was what he was planning to do to her. They yelled at each other and tried to get near each other with Kayla unsuspecting of what Josh will do. He did try to scratch her face but I was there to stop him right away.

It is fun to babysit. But whenever I do babysit somebody else kid I think to myself what if this is mine? In addition to Josh, that is. I don’t know if I can cope with the responsibility. Hubby wants us to have another baby so the age gap between kids won’t be that huge and they can still play together. I want another one too, a girl if I can have my way. But when I think about going through all over the pregnancy and giving birth and taking care of a baby plus my older son and husband, I chicken out. I always say maybe when bubby is older and is steady on his feet. That way he can go with dada if I don’t feel like dealing with his tantrums For now, I’m happy taking care of my family.

It’s the weekend. It’s mostly family day but sometimes we use it to do things we ought to be doing. I am not driving yet so I can’t run errands. Plus I have a tot to take care of. SO we do all things, you could say, on the weekend when hubby is off work. On weekdays I write things that needs to be done, what groceries to buy, where to go, what to do. I make a list on just about everything. The reason? I have to or I will just forget about it all and hubby, who by the way is also forgetful, gets upset. Who wouldn’t? Especially when you’re in the middle of the grocery isle wondering what to get? And when you get home you realize you bought stuff that you still have a cupboardful of? And forgot the items you went to the store in the first place? The only blessing is when bubby is good. If not, it is very stressful.

We were able to do most that was on our list today. Went shopping for presents for the kids, nothing for us because as what hubby said he can’t buy himself a present. I was okay with buying myself something but what I liked was too expensive for me. I try to be a little stingy with money. No, the truth is I am a tightwad. Everything has to be on sale before I buy something. Hubby still has to get used to this attitude of mine. He can’t quite grasp why I deprive myself of something just because it is a little pricey. Hey, money don’t grow on trees here contrary to what some people believe. Okay enough of that.

There was one episode that didn’t go well. Hubby and I went to the place we will be moving in a few weeks. We had to see if everything is in order. Dada talked with the owner who was still fixing the place up. And decided to give our deposit. He made me write a check and handed it to the landlord then I went back to the car to supposedly return the checkbook to my purse and be with bubby. When everything was settled went home because it was getting late. On our way home hubby asked me if I had the checkbook. I said yes but hey I don’t remember where it’s at. I was frantic, hubby was upset. We looked everywhere and I tried to remember what I did. It took us a long time to find it and we did only because hubby got up from his seat to get out. He was sitting on it. I have no idea why it was there because the last time I remembered I put it on the backseat beside bubby’s carseat. Guess I was wrong.

It’s really a bother when I forget things. I was not like this. I mean, not this bad. I told hubby it’s probably because of the operation ( i had c-section ) that’s why I forget things but he said there are a lot of women who had CS but they don’t get forgetful. The bad thing is it seems to be contagious. Not good at all. Well, I may have to be closer to mr post-it than I would like to be.