Summer Is Over

This is Aiden's last week of summer. He starts school this Monday and will be entering the second grade. The book bag is packed, supplies bought, clothes organized, and everything labeled. Tonight is meet the teacher night so he will get to see his classroom and what friends are in his class. I swear it seems like yesterday he was going into preschool. :( Fall ball is also starting next week as well. Hopefully this will give Aiden the confidence boost to want to branch out and play other sports as well. I can't wait to be able to throw on a hoodie and my uggs again. I do love my flippy flops, but my black uggs are my favorite. I don't care how ugly they might be or out of style, I will wear them forever! Aidens birthday planning needs to get started, it's a little more than a month away. Then we have halloween, thanksgiving, Christmas, new years, and Madden's first Birthday. Every month there is a "major" occasion. Even though I'm excited for everything I'm going to miss my days lounging by the pool and going to the beach. Bye bye summer. See ya next year.

Our First Earthquake

Yesterday will be one of those days that I will remember what I was doing and where I was for the rest of my life. My day was pretty normal, Madden and I just going through our regular routine. We got up, breakfast, nap, grocery store, lunch. Aiden was with my mom and she was bringing him back home later in the day. Madden was playing on the floor and I was trying to shove some food in my mouth before he got bored. I started to feel the couch softly vibrate. Hmm those boys next door must be going at it today I thought to myself. We are connected on one side to a family of four boys, so it isn't unusual to feel the thumping of their footsteps, cabinets slamming, or whatever else they are doing. The vibrating kept going though so I made sure it wasn't my phone. Then it started getting harder and the windows were rattling. Ok, has to be a truck going by. But then I noticed my water sitting on the armrest of my chairwas SWAYING back and forth. I put my bowl of cereal down and grabbed the baby. I knew in my head this has to be an earthquake, but we live in DELAWARE! I didn't know where to go, the chandelier was swaying, the grandfather clock chimes were clanging. All I knew to do was to make sure nothing would fall on Madden. I kept his head covered with my hand and just ran back and forth trying to decide what to do. And before I knew it, it was over. I grabbed my cell phone and called Greg. I got through and blurted out as soon as he said hello, "I think we just had an earthquake!". My voice was shaking and my heart was still beating sooooo fast. "Are you sure? I didn't feel anything but I'm driving." he said like I was nuts. I opened up the front door and sure enough all the neighbors were outside and all you heard was "omg!! My tv almost fell over!! We had an earthquake!!". After he heard that he finally believed me. He tends to think I overreact. Its not my fault I think a tornado is possible every thunderstorm we have. Or I call him to come home if lightening is striking too close for my comfort, and he finds me and the kids huddled down in the basement. (that only happened once actually and we weren't really huddled, Aiden was playing pool Madden was crawling around, and Greg refused to come home). The phone cut out and I was unable to recieve or call out for about an hour. Facebook of course still worked. I tend to think Facebook would work even of the world was ending. The news non stopped broadcasted the entire night about the earthquake. Turns out it was a 5.8 in Virgina. I think like 180 miles or so away. Aiden ended up not even feeling it because they were in the car. Madden will never remember it. Greg didn't feel it. It was just me, the crazy lady running around the house having a panic attack. Madden went back to his normal climbing the bouncy chair activity and all was normal again.

Little boys

Sometimes I feel so surrounded by boys I dont even remember I'm a girl. It really is true. Aiden is almost 8 years old and I had him when I was 19. So all of my adult life I had this little boy attached to me. We haven been through every little boy phase together, dinosaurs, construction trucks, dirt, firetrucks, every kind of super hero, cartoon character..everything you name it. Now that he is getting older his taste has changed, he is more into sports and bigger boy things like skateboarding four wheeling, and god knows whatever else. But now Madden is making me start all over again. I'm back to dressing him in head to toe baby blue outfits. It seems because I have a gender neutral car set (red and tan) that whenever I put him in green, yellow, or even a freaking Phillies shirt, we always get "What a pretty little girl!". So I'm surrounded by blue blue blue. Add Greg to the picture and I am pretty much outnumbered. I sometimes wonder even if I had a little girl if I'd know what to do with her. I know that days will go fast and before I know it they will be gone. Until then I'll soak up all the boyness I can.

Weekend madness

This weekend was one of those weekends where you never stopped. It is sometimes welcoming since I am home every day with the kids and it breaks up my routine, but it sometimes feels like my actual "job" per say starts when Saturday morning rolls along. I had a baby shower to go to, Greg had golfing to do of course like always, we went to my grandparents, and then we went to the carnival. We didn't get home until 10 I think. Ohhh I forgot to mention it always seems that Friday night without Fail, Madden decides that he wants to wake up every hour on the hour the entire night leaving me and Greg completely sleep deprived and miserable. Yesterday Greg went golfing again and we went up to my moms house. I haven't been there since June, she's been at her beach house all summer but I'm the bad guy for not coming up more often the visit with the baby. I dont know how that is possible but apparently it is. She also lives 45-55 min away depending on traffic. Oh, we also have a giant F-150 which costs about $50 alone in gas to get up there in. Madden got overwhelemed and over stimulated as soon as we got there. He had just woke up from a mini catnap in the truck and was surrounded but a bunch of loud people he wasn't that familiar with. He isn't a daycare baby so he is use to it just being me and him in our nice quietttttt house all day. Greg is equally as soft mannered. Aiden on the other hand is as loud as a firecracker but Madden loves that about him and squeals in delight every time his loud brother comes around. So my day was spent trying to smooth a crying, scared baby who never ever cries except at 8pm when he's tired and time to go to bed. My mom made the jab that "We're strangers, he doesn't even know who we are." Things are a little different now since I had Aiden. I'm not 19 and I don't live with them. I also have my own life and things to do. So no, they aren't going to see the baby every day or even every other weekend. I think she is having a hard time coming to terms with that. I also feel like because I choose to do my own thing this time around based on what I feel is best for my family (breast-feeding, anti-CIO, bed sharing, staying home) that it drives her freaking crazy. With Aiden I did everything that she told me I should do. From schedules, formula, what he wore, everythinggggg. I was 19, single, and never even really babysat a baby before. Fast forward 8 years and I've formed my own opinion on the matters. Matters that if her own mother or mother in law tried to even mention what she should do would result in WWIII. But I digress.

Sooooo by the end of yesterday I was mentally exhausted and just wanted to get home and watch True Blood. This week is the last week of summer before school starts up for Aiden. I need all the rest I can get before the crazy school mornings begin but Madden has now learned to do this:



Lord help me.

Carnival fun

Last night we finally made it to our local fair. It hasn't rained all summer but of course this week it decided to pour its ass off. We originally decided to go on Tuesday but Monday night I think we had something like 6000 inches of rain and the field where they had it looked like a swamp. A swap that I didn't feel like walking around in flip flops and pushing a stroller in. So I had to break the news to Aiden that the fair wouldn't be happening but we had all week to go. You would of thought I told him his dog died. Even though we no longer have a dog but you get the point. Every day the entire week it flipping rained. Do you know what it's like to have a kid ask you every day about a fair and why can't we go. It's like getting pecked to death by a little chicken in the head. So Friday was nice and sunny all day, Aiden was excited. Talked about the fair from the time he woke up...until the time it started to rain and lightening like the world was coming to an end about 2 hours before we were suppose to go. And it rained all night. We got to the fair eventually the next day which ment I had to endure another day of asking what time is it, and was it almost time to go. The first ride we got on was the ferris wheel. Aiden, who has been on the ferris wheel tons of times decided that he is now afraid of heights and had a mini panic attack once we got to the top. I couldn't help myself but I almost peed myself from laughing so hard I think. You had to be there. I know you shouldn't laugh at your kids but hearing "Ohhhh my godddd gettt meee offf" by a giant almost 8 year old is a funny sight to see. Three hours later, some ruined white flip flops, bug bites and two tylenols we were done. Oh the Tylenol was due to this ride:










Aiden may be afraid of heights but he loves anything that goes fast, spins, or makes you stick to the walls.