Day 335

 

December 1st, 2010

 

December 1st, 2011

I can't believe that we're in December. Even more unbelievable is that I've done 335 posts in a row (give or take a few days while on vacation)! I was actually thinking about this while in the shower this morning. It's rare that I ever get any comments from anyone (I've blogged about this in the past)... which makes me wonder if anyone actually reads this. And if they do read, do they not enjoy it? Even a one or two word comment would be nice... I think Adri and Heather win the awards for comments (Thank you both... your comments really do mean a lot!!!). Wendy will occasionally comment, but hasn't recently, and then I think that's it.

I know Steve reads it... he says that he has to read my blog to keep up with me. LOL. So I was thinking about not doing a daily thing after the 365 project is over (December 31st would be the last of the daily posts). Then I talked to my mom today, and she said that my dad absolutely loves reading my blog. She said that each night he goes on and reads it and makes comments to my mom about the pictures. It made me happy. :-)

So, for my few fans that read this daily, I will keep it up. Though, I am not going to use the day of the year for the title... I'm going to get more creative.

Anyway-- I didn't get to bed until late last night (early this morning) because of my computer (tonight was MUCH better). I tossed and turned and it was after 1:30 before I finally fell asleep. Too much on my mind with the move and being a week out... 

I thought for sure that Gus would wake during the night, but he didn't. In fact, I got up at 8 (the light was coming into my room), and he was still sleeping. I was able to get in the shower and get out before he was starting to stir.

After we let the dogs out (Yes, we are the ones responsible for letting the dogs out) we went inside and had breakfast. We shared a packet of Ritz (the individual small packs) and some cream cheese. This is not something I usually eat for breakfast or snacks, but it's something that Steve and Gus share as their weekend routine, and I thought I'd do it for Gus (yeah, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it).

The end of the pack came quickly (there are only 15-20 crackers in a small roll) and sure enough, Gus threw a fit because the roll was empty. I took a video of him stomping around the livingroom and sent it to Steve via text... I said, "In case you were wondering what fun you were missing."  :-)

Gus and I played in the livingroom--- it's TRASHED. I can't wait to get into a house with a basement and move all this stuff downstairs. It'll be so nice to have a main floor that's clean and presentable at all times. The basement can be a train wreck with all Gus's stuff... but the upstairs will be our sanctuary. :-)

 

Enjoying crackers

 

Hee hee hee... is there anything funnier than a baby with a mustache???

 

Shortly after his tantrum over the crackers (yes, he turns into Zombie Gus)

 

(It was empty) Gus likes to take the caps on and off of plastic bottles, milk jugs, and juice containers- I think it's excellent for fine-motor development!

 

Focused on something...

I put Gus down for his morning/afternoon nap at 12 and he slept until about 2:30. We then had lunch and headed to Wal-Mart for our last grocery trip in North Carolina (that's weird to say).

 

All snuggled in his blanket

We got back from grocery shopping and it was 4:00. I was supposed to tutor Gulbike tonight, but something came up. I'm not going to see her until Wednesday night.

It was actually nice to not have to scramble to get the house cleaned up. We had breakfast for dinner... I made Belgium waffles (in the waffle maker that my husband SWORE was a waste of money because I'd never use it) and sausage links that were in the freezer. I'm trying to use up as much stuff from the fridge and freezer as I can before we go. 

Something VERY interesting happened while I was making dinner. Gus was in the livingroom and I was in the kitchen, and it was time to eat. So I put him in his chair and then went to find the remote to put the music on, and when I walked into the livingroom, I saw a HUGE pile of tissues on the floor. Gus had taken all the tissues out of the box.

I said, "Oh... My... Goodness!!! Gus... did you take all the tissues out of the box????" and he said, "uh uh" and shook his head no (this is his new favorite thing to do- everything is no). Then I said, "Gus.... did you do this????" and to my utter shock, he nodded yes and said "uh huh." I was flabbergasted.

Maybe it was not as clear as I recall it to be, but he definitely admitted that he did it. I said, "These tissues are for wiping our noses... we don't waste them." And he made a sad face and looked like he wanted to cry. So I went over and gave him a hug and a kiss and I thanked him for being honest with me. Now... does he know what that means? Probably not, but I am amazed that he admitted that he did something and then was showing remorse for what he did.

:-) That's my zombie!

We had dinner and then played in the livingroom for a bit before bedtime. He went down without a fight. I hope he sleeps all through the night.

I talked to Steve on the phone (briefly) and then came on to blog. I'm ready for bed and super excited that it's just turning 10:00 and I'm done blogging for the night!!

We are going to Kristen's in the morning for a playdate. It's probably one of the last ones that we'll have before we go. :-(

I'm eager for Steve to get home and for us to enjoy our last weekend in NC together.

Here are a few pictures from a year ago:

 

I'm excited to put our tree up!! One more weekend and it's going up!!

 

Peaceful days... 

Day 334

 

November 30th, 2010 (He started crawling!)

 

Zombie Child from today (November 30th, 2011)

Yes. I purposely picked the zombie picture of Gus for today's post. I don't know if I can accurately describe the mayhem and violent mood-swings that took place today, but I'm going to give it my best shot. ;-)

We started off by getting up and having breakfast and then heading over to Kristen's for a morning playdate. This was a last-minute get-together... not in the original plans for today. When I was talking to Kristen last night, I told her that we'd be going to Fuquay for lunch with Carrie and she said to come on over... so we went over for a little over an hour. Relatively short compared to our usual three-hour playdates.

While at Kristen's, Gus was fine. He and Grace played and had a great time together. He wasn't showing signs of being tired, so I assumed I had made a smart choice by having lunch at 11 with Carrie, so that Gus could get home and nap by 12:30.

What's what you ask? Um... NO. I totally did NOT make a smart choice with our lunch time.

 

Gus and Grace

 

Kristen took this one... I think it's so cute!

We got to Ruby Tuesday's and they weren't open yet (they open right at 11 and we were about five minutes early). Carrie was in her van waiting for us and we headed inside. Gus was all smiles. I ordered him the kid's mac-n-cheese and I got the unlimited soup, house salad, and bread lunch special.

We got our soups and I was able to eat my bowl of soup and then all hell broke loose. Gus had a few (and I mean FEW) bites of his mac-n-cheese and then decided that he did NOT want to sit at the table anymore. He started screaming and throwing everything that he could get his hands on. He threw mac-n-cheese, he rubbed it in his hair, he was crying. I tried to give him his sippy with milk, he threw it (thank God for the sippy saver lasso) **Adri, some day in future, you'll experience a moment like this with Dax and you'll thank me for your sippy savers!!**

He would NOT calm down. Then the salads came... I tried giving him croutons (he usually loves them)... he threw them. Okay... not going to eat... so I took him to the bathroom to change him. Nope... not wet (I changed him anyway). Hmmm...

My child was a hot mess. I was so embarrassed. The epic-sized tantrum wouldn't stop, so I had to get my food to go, pay, and head for the car with my screaming/kicking toddler in tow.

It.

Was.

UGLY.

So I said to myself, it's got to be that he's tired. Okay... put him down for his nap... he got up at 3:00 and I assumed he'd be in a great mood.

 

Snuggled in his blanket

 

Hmmm... he looks happy right?

We went downstairs and I decided to give him a snack, since he DID NOT eat lunch. He wanted string cheese. I went to take it out of the wrapper and he had another GINORMOUS melt-down. I'm talking, lay on the floor and kick and scream kind of fit. Don't believe me that sweet little Gustafer could have such a fit over something as stupid as unwrapping his cheese so he could eat it??? I have proof:

Yeah, and then like a few minutes later:

Can someone tell me what the French is up with going from SCREAMING and having a tantrum one minute, to smiling and laughing the next??? HOLY SHIT. He's a damn roller-coaster of emotions!! >:-{

I ate the cheese while he was having his fit, which probably pissed him off even more, but damn it, it's his fault that I didn't get to have anything more for lunch than soup. 

We (apparently) made up and shared some popcorn. He was happy as a clam to sit on my lap and munch popcorn. WEIRD.

He was pretty happy for the remainder of the night. I felt like I was walking on eggshells with him. I didn't want to disrupt the peaceful evening by doing something so awful like unwrapping cheese. He had ham and cheese hashbrown casserole for dinner and ate an entire bowl!! I had his left-over mac-n-cheese from lunch and my salad that they boxed for me. It was okay.

After dinner, Gus got to enjoy some vanilla bean ice cream for the first time, since it was the first time that he ate his entire dinner. :-) He was a very happy boy.

 

Saying, "Yummmmmmm" while enjoying his favorite food

 

He finished his whole bowl and then even had some mac-n-cheese! He was licking the spoon... must have "hit the spot"

 

A baby bowl of ice cream (seriously, the bowl is for dipping)

We played in the livingroom (I took some funny videos of Gus) and then it was time for his bath. He had dried mac-n-cheese in his hair and stamps on his body from Little Gym yesterday. He LOVES the bath... it's his favorite thing to do!

 

All ready for bed!

THANK

GOD

he went down for his bedtime and didn't fight me.

I edited the pictures of the tantrum and then uploaded videos and pics from my camera. Before I did that, I got an app that makes your picture look like a zombie (hence the zombie Gus picture on the top of this post) and then I took some of the pre-existing pics and added mustaches. I think they're funny.

 

Like how the mustache matches his hair?? LMAO

I'm ready for bed. We're not doing anything tomorrow... I do have to go to Wal-Mart for a few items though. I went online tonight and ordered Gus's birth mom's Christmas gift. I think it's absolutely beautiful and I just hope she loves it. 

When we get moved, I'm going to start the hand-made gifts and then get them shipped by the 15th.

See you tomorrow (now today since my computer is an asshole and took a year to resize/rotate my stupid phone pictures).