What a weekend. It went by entirely too quickly, if you ask me…and I spent most of it wallowing in self-pity under thousands of used kleenex. Or rather, used toilet paper because I’m too cheap to invest in actual kleenex (well, I was…but now Nolan has a runny nose so guess who has a brand spanking new box of Puffs Ultra lotion? Yep, he does). That’s right folks, I’m still sick with a head cold…only now it’s a head cold, throat infection and ear infections (both sides, WOO!).
So; it was a “crappy” weekend in that respect. Barely being able to breathe or go 2 minutes without blowing my nose wasn’t exactly enjoyable. But this weekend hand some pretty swell highlights…like:
- getting to watch Happy Feet during our movie date on Friday night! I love that ridiculously cute movie!
- watching lame Christmas movies by myself Saturday night with the cat for company (Matt was at his friend’s house for an Xbox gathering to play COD).
- bawling my eyes out at the end of The Family Stone and then calling Shannon crying because I’m that cool (seriously, don’t ask me why that qualifies as a “highlight”).
- talking to my best guy friend (aside from my husband that is) on the phone for an hour because we were both bored and wanted to complain about certain family members (his parents are going through a divorce).
And then there was today:
- a lazy morning spent with all of us in our PJs, watching reruns of Glee on Coegco On Demand.
- the breakfast Matt made: hashbrowns and scrambled eggs – yummy.
- home-made cafe mocha.
- long afternoon naps (on everyone’s part).
- random, nearly pointless trip to Walmart after everyone woke up (we needed kleenex, juice, and power steering fluid for the car – so it wasn’t entirely pointless…right?)
- our “coffee date” at McDonalds (free coffee FTW!)
- the delicious steak dinner Matt made
So yeah; all in all, this weekend wasn’t too bad…as far as weekends when you’re sick go.
I have to go to bed early again tonight, because the girls are getting dropped off at 5:30am again. Tuesday is going to be another busy day; I have a consult appointment with my bone specialist. Hopefully I’ll get a surgery date so I can move on with my life instead of wondering how I’m supposed to plan our holidays when I don’t know if/when I’ll be having surgery. I also hope to finally go and get a little more Christmas shopping done.
We saw a bunch of stuff that we really want to get Nolan at Walmart for Christmas. Of course, we’re going to just pick a few things and get him that. We can’t afford to spoil him and frankly, he doesn’t need to be spoiled with material objects…he’s spoiled with LOVE!
Speaking of my little monster…I do have a few questions for other mama’s of kids who remember the toddler stage….
Nolan knows what “no” means, he knows it very well…but he refuses to listen. It’s much more fun to continue to do the thing that Mommy (or Daddy) said no to. Time outs don’t seem to work, and neither do firm talking-tos. I’m at my wit’s end for how to get him to listen to us. He’s generally really good when we’re out at someone elses’ house, it’s just mostly at home. Any suggestions?
Also; he hasn’t been eating enough lately. He refuses to eat meats, veggies, and now he is refusing eggs. He’s only happy when he’s getting toast, bread, or pasta. I have no idea how to stop him from being such a picky eater, or how to encourage him to eat more. Everything I try fails. I’m going to try to puree the meat sauce with his pasta before giving it to him (because if he sees pieces of meat, he will pick them out) but I have no idea how I’m supposed to get him to eat meat with all his meals. He’ll happily eat fruit, so at least that isn’t a struggle. But I’m getting super concerned about the whole refusal of all meats. He just tosses it on the floor, and then gets angry and refuses to eat anything when we try to encourage him to eat the meat. What can I do to stop this behavior of refusing food and throwing it on the floor? Again, the firm “no’s” don’t work. Neither does taking the tray away. At meal times, my little monster gets creative and if he’s told no (or if his tray is taken away) he shoves his fingers down his throat.
It’s so frustrating because he’s such a sweet, constantly smiling child and he’s such a joy to have around. But when he wants something, or when he wants to do something (or not do it, in the case of eating properly), he is just so damn stubborn.
And I’ve gotta say; if this is punishment for me never eating liver for my parents when they wanted me to, I’ve gotta say…it’s a big excessive! At least I ate everything else!
Tomorrow, Nolan is going to have to sit in the stroller and deal with it. My back can’t take carrying him that far in his heavy winter gear, and he won’t keep his mittens on long enough for J to get on the bus safely. I can just predict the amount of complaining and fussing he’s going to do!