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Friday, July 26, 2013

Sting!




Let me set the scene..... It was a lovely Wednesday morning and my son and I were going out to spend some time out in this ridiculously cool weather that Mother Nature has chose to give Missouri this summer and I'm not going to complain about.

I was to spray weed killer around the house and my flower beds and Lil Hoff was to play with his toys and stay far enough away that I have no fear in him getting into the spray.

All was going well until I ran out of spray. Being the self efficient person that I am I thought I can mix some more up, how hard can it be? I had seen Farmboy next to the well house at the water hydrant mixing up the first batch so I thought maybe the chemical he had used was inside the well house. I went to the fore mentioned well house and started to open the door when I heard buzzing flying around my head.

In this order is why I don't like to be outside
1. Snakes
2. Spiders
3. Insects
4. Heat

Did you see number 3? Insects! Mosquitoes, ticks, flys, I can handle all those, but what I can not stand is a insect in my hair. Which at this point I had 2 or 3 flying in and around my hair. So I slowly walk away from the door, trying not to wave my arms and trying not to scream I AM trying to get away from the nest that I had just awoken. I am walking swiftly away thinking that I was far enough from the buzzing when a instant shot of pain is projected into my hand and I say "OH! GOLLY THAT HURTS!" Which by this time Lil Hoff has noticed mommy is acting weird and comes to investigate. I tell him very sweetly and between clenched teeth that I am fine and to go back to his truck and to hurry! Hurry! HURRY! RUN, RUN BACK TO YOUR TRUCK!!! But it was too late. He goes from walking to running to a dead stop and tears start to form and a ear piercing scream comes from his little body. He to had been stung by the buzzing insect.

I rush over and pick him up and inside we go where I try to nurse him and apply ice but he was having no patience with me. He wants the pain to stop. I quickly call Farmboy to come and assist me and bring something to kill buzzing insects. My knight in shining Dodge pickup shows up and takes care of the buzzing insect (which is now a confirmed wasp) nest and evaluates Lil Hoff. We can tell he had been stung on his face and this is what he sees.....


The poor kid's ear is swollen up and turning red.


Please disregard the white substance on the side of his face. It is a mixture of baking soda and water to help calm the pain.


After about a 45 minutes, the worse was over and everyone calmed down. There seems to be no allergic reaction and by the next morning all the swelling had gone down. Without the redness and swelling I could tell he got stung in his ear and on his face. TWICE! They must have known he would be a tasty treat.

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Friday, July 19, 2013

Boys round here




So I have been getting some flack about my blogging consistency and to those of you who thinks its funny to pick on the under dog, the one who is trying to work and make a home and be the best mom she can be I would like you all to know that I have taken it to heart and I will work on blogging more often. Hopefully AT LEAST once a week. Will that satisfy the need?? I know I am in high demand :)

So on this big occasion of breaking out the blogger and dusting it off I shall share with you all the latest craze in my house and that is daddy's boots. I don't know why my son feels the need to always drag his daddy's boots out and try to put them on all the while losing his balance and falling down just to get up again and try it all over again. Also I should mention that this whole time he is saying "boot, boot, boot" over and over and over again. There must be something magical about daddy's boots. This particular night though we had success putting on daddy's boots. Both of them!


And we parade around.....


These boots are the same ones that my very favorite friend who also happens to be photographer (I like to think of her as my family's personal photographer. It makes me think that I am a high roller) asked me when Lil Hoff was only 9 days old to bring them to his newborn photo shoot and we would photograph Lil Hoff laying in it. Well when he was only 9 days old he was too big or the boot was too small or he was too awake or whatever the reason it did not work, but now he is successfully wearing the boots.


When you live in the woods (and not a high roller) this is perfectly acceptable photo. Just a country boy hanging out in his diaper showing his guns and boots on the wrong feet. Sigh.....

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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

18 Months






78 weeks
546 days
13,104 hours
786,240 minutes
47,174,400 seconds

That is how long Lil Hoff has been alive

nano second

That is how long it seems

In other words. This little fella is celebrating 18 months old today.




Words he says:

Soos (shoes)
ffff fffff (fluff fluff)
esss (Reese)
Ma Ma
Nana (Grandma or Banana - not sure which one when he says it, if he points to a banana then I know)
mo (more)
bye
ello (hello)
momo (once again, dual meaning with elmo and mickey)
anki (blankie)
mamil (my milk)
ball
trator (tractor)


You eat EVERYTHING!! You are even starting to eat more fruit like strawberries and apples.

You still sleep soundly through the night (thank goodness)

You love bath time and go running when you hear the bath water start

You and Roscoe are best friends. He loves you because you feed him whether off the tray or out of you snack cup. You love him because he chases after you and licks your hands

You love a gator ride with daddy when he buckles you in you still so still and go along with for the ride.

You love being outside and fight me when I make you come in

You are interested in everything and love to watch things and figure out how they work.

You have been amazing for me and your dad and we love you very much.















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Thursday, May 2, 2013

High in the Sky





One glorious warm and sunny Sunday not so long ago we went kite flying at mom and dad's. Now at this point I have to admit that I have a pretty short attention span and as my husband is always quick to inform me I like shiny things and are easily distracted by them. So I might have to take some of the responsibility of the following story. As Lil Hoff did not want to fly a kite. We tried, we really did. We headed out with our kite and big hopes.



But then the distractions happened

A trampoline.........



and a toy........



and something shiny this way.....



 and something shiny that way.....



and other people's kites.......



and the gator!!!!!.......


Hold on daddy we are coming back......




Nope, never mind daddy. Bubbles.....



And eating bubbles......



and Mommy........


And as you can tell by Farmboy's face a fun filled kite day was had by all








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Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Big Top Adventure











I had hopes, I had dreams, I fantasized, that I would be able to take my two boys to the circus and that we would have a good time and that I would watch Lil Hoff light up at the lights, and noises, and animals. That I would feel like I had won the "Mom of the Year" award when we left, because I  had created the perfect night. Oh, how I had hopes.


Then reality slapped me in the face, and made me realize that I have this guy to contend with. (my hopes had not been crushed when this picture was taken)


This little guy didn't like the circus, didn't like the lights, didn't like the noise, and did not like the animals.

We tried, we really did....


But through the lions, clowns, elephants, and acrobats, he was not having it. What he was having (and I list in no particular order)

- Fits
-Rage
-Fits with rage
-Hungry fits
-Boredom fits
-Confined to tight quarter fits
-Upset that the boy behind us has Doritos and he does not fits
-Mommy won't let me play with her camera fits
-Mommy won't let me tear my book up fits
-Mommy in general is making me mad fits
-Mommy won't let me run away fits
-Mommy is trying to hold me fits
-Mommy is handing me off to daddy fits
-Daddy is no fun fits
-Mommy is ignoring me when Daddy is trying to give me back to her fits

and the cycle continued until the ring leader announced that we will be dismissing for a intermission. Oh glorious intermission when the crowds parted and we bid our good bye to the circus and mom's hopes, dreams, and fantasies.

Althought I did get to see a elephant AND Farmboy and I treated ourselves to ice cream afterwards. We felt like we deserved it. So overall not a complete loss.


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Friday, March 15, 2013

A Learning Process





Sometimes my mommy lets me try new things such as this.


I'm not sure what this is

And I like to take the straw out


But if I keep the straw in and hold the cup down instead of tipping it, this liquid comes into my mouth and I sure do like it and I am sure happy mommy likes to share with me.


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Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Fantasy VS Reality






Farmboy once told me I have a fantasy life in the mornings, I hate to admit it but before Lil Hoff I really did. So I had a crazy stressed out morning this morning and I thought I would compare my once "fantasy" mornings to now my reality mornings. (Farmboy still thinks I have a fantasy life)

Fantasy: Wake up with birds chirping, refreshed, with the smell of fresh flowers in the air at a time of convenience
Reality: Wake up with Farmboy's alarm of 5:40 to wake him up and kick him out of bed to hopefully get 15 more minutes of sleep to only be woke up by my alarm to jump into manic mode to hopefully get ready before Lil Hoff wakes up.

Fantasy: Watching the Today Show with a cup of coffee and a Fluff Fluff in my lap.
Reality: Catching 15 minutes of whatever news is on before it switches to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse to record and forgetting I have coffee so I have to reheat it two or maybe three times.

Fantasy: Actually Eating Breakfast
Reality: Granola bar in the car

Fantasy: Getting dressed sometimes in several outfits until I found THE perfect outfit.
Reality: Keeping Lil Hoff from destroying my room while putting on a outfit that I might or might not look at myself before heading out the door.

Fantasy: Starting supper so I don't have to have so much to do
Reality: Texting Farmboy once I get to work to lay out some sort of meat product out because I forgot to do it that morning.

Fantasy: Getting in my vehicle and leaving
Reality: Chasing Lil Hoff around the vehicle before he puts cat food/dirt/oil etc in his mouth and put him in the vehicle kicking and screaming.

Fantasy: Buckling my seat belt and putting on sunglasses
Reality: Buckling Lil Hoff in with him still kicking and screaming with a banana to eat, feed the cat, return to vehicle with Lil Hoff yelling MAMA, MAMA, MAMA with his empty food dish. (translation, Get me more food woman!) So run back into the house to grab some fruit loops.

Fantasy: Plugging my IPhone in and listening to my music and having quiet time to ponder on the great things in life.
Reality: Pulling over TWICE to wipe a snotty nose because he has tried to wipe it himself and now has fore said snot on his fingers yelling MAMA, MAMA, MAMA (translation - get this off me woman)!

Fantasy: Pulling into work at 9:15, and still needing time to get ready for work, I.E. Facebook, email, etc
Reality: Pulling into work at 9:15 and still needing time to get ready for the day, I.E. Facebook, email, etc. But now I am out of breath and drops of perspiration is on my forehead.




What I would not change, is having this lil guy talking and laughing in the back seat and the time we spend cuddling in the morning while he is still waking up and I am using that time to give him some lovin'. With him screaming MaMilk, MaMilk, MaMilk. (translation - Give me my milk woman!)







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