Monday, April 13, 2009


After I finally came out on the other side of a terrible itching spell that made me feel like I was going CRAZY (!!!!the lovely post sunburn itch!!!!), I am finally shedding my poor ruined skin cells, and looking quite the lizard these days. I'm hoping this is my lesson to wear some frickin sunscreen next time, but in all honesty, people like me don't stand a chance in the FL sun. You go from Casper to Mr Crabs in 15 min flat. Ugh. At any rate, I can finally take a not cold shower (those soooo piss me off), and hopefully I won't have disgusting dead skin all over me soon enough ;)

We had a nice Easter, though I feel like a TOTAL loser for not having an Easter Bunny picture this year. Seriously, what is wrong with me? I have never missed one of those- Santa, Easter Bunny, you name it, I have one of the kids with him/her/it. So I'm feeling quit loser-ish for missing out on that. We did get some pictures of the kids outside when we got home though.

We ate a nice Easter brunch at a Marriott here. It was really pretty- it's where they hold The Players golf tournament each year. This doesn't interest me, but it does interest husband. Meh. ;)

I'm still not sure what made husband have the nerve to reserve at a place like this- son is nearly impossible to eat out with. I don't really know what we can do, short of just not eating out (and we are about there). He refuses to sit in his seat, he's loud, he's destructive, neither of us can enjoy our meal, etc etc. I don't know if I can paint you a good mental image of the theme of the day, but I'll try. We walk in to this pretty hotel, with this grand set up of food. There's every meat you can imagine, a very impressive salad spread with sushi and everything, all of the stuff that doesn't interest me since I have the eating habits of an overly picky 5 year old- not joking on that one. They did, however, have a "Create your own macaroni and cheese bar", a DREAM for me. I could have just hung out there all day ;)

Anyhow, we walk in to this place and the first thing I notice is that I see no other kids in the area, at all. Eventually some did come in later. We sit down and son is exhausted already, and in a bad mood, already. He starts to fuss, and proceeds to grab nearly everything on the table- multiple pieces of silver wear, saucers, sugar packets, he got it all. Once I cleared his immediate area, he decides to stand up in his chair (high chairs are a no go), grab a champagne glass, and slam it on the table. Only he really didn't slam it that hard, he just was trying to set it back down and didn't do it easy. How gentle can a 2 year old be anyhow? The champagne glass breaks immediately, at the stem, in his hand. GREAT. He looks at me like he's scared to death, and I quickly grab the broken glass out of his hand and start to pick the smaller pieces of glass out of his hand and off of the table. I think we managed to avoid any of it getting in his hand. From there, husband starts to panic and rather just explain what happened, he feels the need to destroy the evidence, and so he TAKES the freaking broken glass, and sticks it in his coat! This is all literally within the first 5 minutes of arriving at the place, set to a man playing violin in the background, we are all sweating and exhausted.

You would think that was enough, but we decided to eat anyhow. Son was of course full of junk since we took him to church, he's cutting teeth and we didn't even ATTEMPT to send him to the nursery. So he filled up on goldfish during the service, and obviously is in no mood to eat- thank goodness the kids were free. Whew. Boys I tell you, a totally opposite world of any baby experiences with daughter. We eventually give up, and husband takes him outside. Once mother in law is finished eating, she goes out there with him and he falls asleep on the couch in the patio area, while we eat a semi peaceful meal with daughter, in a rush. Ahhh family togetherness. Sort of. ;)

Tomorrow son will be 2, and I can't believe that this time 2 years ago, I was hanging out in the hospital, waiting on the start of my dreaded pitocin, for the second time in my life. It's amazing how different my two pregnancies were, but how similar both labors were. I can't believe that my "baby" is going to be 2- and more so, that this may be our last one. It's so crazy how fast time flies, and we don't even realize it. We have his party planned, complete with Blues Clues decorations and cake, and of course presents. I wanted to get him his own ride on battery powered car- like daughters Barbie jeep that he loves. So we got to the store to see if he like the truck, and he picked a red mustang instead ;) He literally went crazy over the thing, wanting it over all the others. I can't wait to see him in it tomorrow!


Bridgett said...

Okay, I'm totally cracking up over the champagne glass. LMAO

This could be one of our 'family' meals. :)

My kids have the Cadillac Escalade, btw. They love it too.

Okay, Lizard Lady (sorry, couldn't resist! LOL), I hope the party goes fabulously tomorrow!

Happy birthday to your little man!


james oh said...

Happy birthday to your son. Glad to hear you had a nice Easter. Thanks for sharing your part of story. Have a great day,

Persnickety Ticker said...

I had/have the exact same problem with my child and eating out. It took me a while to figure out (with the help of that nanny show) that I needed to pack a "busy bag" for the Punk. We started easy with fast food places and worked our way up to Golden Corrals and Chili's. The bag had everything in it from some small favorite toys to coloring books and picture books. (There are also some of her favorite snacks because she is such a picky eater it is easier to feed her goldfish than waste money on a plate for her.) Lots of variety because she has the attention span of a mosquito. I learned through trial and error what to pack to keep her occupied for at least 30-45 minutes. The "busy bag" has been a lifesaver. We still use it today and she is 5. Mommy gets a hot meal and a lot less of the dirty looks from other diners.

The only time we don't take her is when we go someplace upscale. That's when we find her a sitter.

Oh, and my word vert today was colors. Not very original there Mr. Blogger Tech Programmer!