Jeff

For the past couple days, Jeff would say things to me, like, "Are you my mommy?" and I would say, "Yes, are you my Jeffrey?" and he would say, "Yes." He also would say, "You are my Mommy." Simply a statment, an observation. Today, I was having a pretty hard time getting him to listen. I would give him one chance to do something and then put him in the corner if he didn't comply. After about 4 trips to the corner, I was getting pretty frustrated, wondering what on earth I could do to make him listen to me. Glenn got home and was upstairs using the restroom when Jeff started upstairs. I told Jeff to come down, that Daddy was busy and would be down in a minute, but he still maintained that he wanted to go upstairs. I reitereated that Dad was busy and told Jeff to come downstairs, again. After telling him about 3 times, I threatened to put him in the corner again, as I continued getting dinner ready. From the stairs, I hear a 3-year-old voice say, "You're not my Mommy." Say WHAT?? "What?" I asked. He said it again: "You're not my Mommy." This time, I abandoned my task and went to the stairs, where Jeff was still sitting. "What did you say?" I demanded. This time, I got in respone a sheepish, little-boy grin. "Nofing." he replied. But it was too late. Into the corner yet again, and by this time, Glenn was heading down the steps. He had a man-to-boy talk with Jeff as I went back to the kitchen to continue making dinner, shaking my head at the things that come out of this kid's mouth. It was less than a minute when in came Jeff, and he wrapped his arms around my legs and said, "I'm sorry for saying NO!" Close enough, I guess. Is this going to get easier as they get older, or harder? I guess we get to find out.

What happens when Mom is not home

Soooo....my best friend had a baby today. She went into the hospital last night in labor, and when I called this morning she was still in labor. So I waited anxiously to hear an update, which came at about 4 pm. I packed up the presents I bought for the baby and for big sister Sierra and headed to the hospital, leaving DH at home with the boys. As soon as I got to the hospital, I received word from DH that Jeff had found my Clorox toilet cleaning stick and and the cleaning pads that go with it, had put the two together, and was "making his pee purple."

The pictures don't do the scene justice, but in the boys' bedroom there is baby powder and diaper rash cream everywhere; on both beds, the floor, the dresser, toys, etc. Jeff even put some cream and powder in his hair and in Jack's hair, too. You can see the white spot on Jack's head in a few of these. Ahhh, a taste of being a stay-at-home parent...

Back to normal

Well, here we are. It is Glenn's first day back at work since we moved into our new house. Once he got back from deployment, he went back to work for a few days while we still lived at my parents house, then took off for a few weeks to move and for his parents visit from NJ. We had an enjoyable visit with his parents, and now the fun is over and everybody is back to work. I love being in our house. Although now that Glenn is back and we are all settled in, I do need to start looking for a job. I graduated from my medical transcription course a little over a month before Glenn left, and I realized it would be too difficult to get a job while he was away. Now it's been almost 9 months since I graduated, and I'm hoping I'm not any less marketable than I was when everything was still fresh in my mind. I'm very excited to start working from home but am nervous about interviews and all that junk. I hate interviews, but what're you gonna do?

Well, I'm off to make Jeff's Spongebob macaroni n' cheese, then to do some housework. Yes, that includes vacuuming, to those of you who like to make fun. I love to vacuum, and I love my new house (did I say that already?) And, after dinner, it's off to Target once again for a toy organizer, maybe a desk, and a mixer so I can make my DH and DS some carrot cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. I really feel like I am back to being a stay-at-home mom now, which is definitley exhausting, but I really do love it. Now, if only I could wean the hubby off of World of Warcraft......