My little Zachie part 2

Ok, so I think my son might have a problem. Zach was over playing at a friend's house today. It was a friend we haven't played with much so I stayed for a couple of minutes until he felt more comfortable before I left. At one point, he turned to the friend's mom and asked "Can I have some of your candy?". I had to laugh, but told him that's not what we do at a friends house because that's rude. I think I have a problem and need to have a talk with my son!

Nathan, on the other hand, informed me last night that he can't have any more treats until January because he's starting to get a little fat. My guess is that they had an assembly in school a couple of months ago about fitness and eating right. He's a child to take everything literally so apparently it stuck. However, he changed his mind that he can have treats until Christmas. I promise this was all on his own and in no way a result of what I said. What a difference between the two

My little Zachie

I swear, Zach has these radars for things. I've thought for a while the he as a "mommy radar". There are many a times where I'll wake up early with the intention of working before anyone else wakes up. There were many a times where I would step out of my bedroom and just a couple moments later Zach would wake up. He's gotten better, but there are still times where he'll do it. He also seems to have a treats radar. This morning, I had some christmas treats hiding in my closet. Zach was in there and said he wanted some chocolate that was in my closet. I thought it was hidden, but apparently he has a sixth sense for treats. I told Jeff the other day that he wanted a treat. Jeff asked him what he wanted and Zach told him he wanted a "daddy treat". Jeff asked him what that is and it's the treats that Daddy eats. Funny Funny boy.

Venting for just a moment. Please ignore. I don't mean to offend anyone. I'm getting really sick of people whining about the jobs that they have and small things about their jobs. I know things may not be perfect and things may be challenging, but at least you have a job! I'm truly sorry for any whining I've done in the past. I'm feeling very very very appreciative of my job and my employer and what a great guy he is. The last time one of us got laid off was when I got laid off fresh out of school, when Jeff and I had only been married 6 weeks. I was upset at the time, but as a result I was able to find this job which ended up in great training, great pay (now) and an amazing employer that lets me be a mom and still earn a paycheck. I'm trying really really hard to look at Jeff's job loss as a blessing and that this is going to get him the job he's supposed to be at. In the meantime, I'm feeling very appreciative for employment and am sick of people whining about the jobs that they have. It may not be the best, but at least it's something!

Mean mom

I have to make this quick, but I had to write this down. Apparently I was a mean mom today. The boys got to play at a friend's house and when I picked them up, I told them we were going to the doctor's office to get shot. My doctor's office finally had an ample supply of the swine flu shot. In hindsight, it was a very bad idea to tell them. Nathan was already tired and a little out of control. He ended up whining/crying for the entire 10 minutes to get to the doctor's office. I told them we'd get ice cream afterwards, but it still took until we got to the doctor's office before he calmed down. We made it into the office ok and they handled everything well up until the time for the shot came. I got mine first and did just fine. The nurse asked who's next and Zach raised his hand and said "Me!". He was just fine with everything and climbed up on my lap. However, he didn't handle the shot itself well and had big alligator tears running down his cheeks. We told Nathan he was next and he wanted nothing to do with the shot, even though I had explained multiple times about why we were getting them. Nate climbed up on the stool he was sitting on and held on for dear life. I tried to pick him up and ended up picking the stool up as well since he had a death grip on it. I was finally able to pry his fingers off of the stool and sat him on my lap. However, he had a long sleeved shirt on and I had to then try to take his shirt off of that arm and he, once again, wanted nothing to do with that. We were finally able to give him the shot and he wailed about that for a while. So, I ended up with the two boys crying while Addison sat in her car seat, smiling away at the nurse. No worries, she has her 6 month vaccinations on New Years Eve so I guess I get to be mean mom then as well.
In the end, after fruit snacks and the promise of ice cream, they calmed down and we were able to leave. I did take them to Macey's to get ice cream and now all is right with the world again. I told Jeff my tale and he felt sorry for the boys. He absolutely hates needles and said there was one time when he was 6 or 7 that he hid under a chair in the waiting room because they were supposed to give him a shot. I'm supposed to take the boys in for a booster in a month, so don't give Nate any ideas or I might have to pull him out from under a chair as well.

Thankful for family and friends

I don't have time to put as much into this post as I should, but I needed to write down a thought or two quickly. . I am so thankful for loving and amazing family and friends. I'm touched by my family members and all that they do for me. I am so grateful to have them in my life. I'm so touched by all that they do. Even the small, simple things mean so much to me. I am so thankful for our friends. We truly live in an amazing neighborhood and I am grateful for the friends we have here. Thank you to all of those who have touched my life. I means so much to me. I hope to write down my thoughts more completely when I have time later.