about giving birth again...

Well, I spent a few hours watching Youtube videos of women giving birth. After the second or third video, Tristan came out of his room and came and sat in my lap. At first, I tried to quickly shut the video off, but it was too late, and he seen a little baby come out and give it's first cry. I tried to change the screen, but he gave out a yell, "again!?" and I, hesitantly, started a less graphic video of a different birth. He was intrigued! We watched a few more videos and he started saying "WOW!" when the baby came out and kept repeating "again?" So, I just kept looking up different birth videos. I came accross one where the woman was having a home birth and her little boy was there, too. I was flabbergasted! "Do some women actually find this to be a HEALTHY thing for their child?" and after reading her comment, (she said her son WANTED to be in the room and was very interested and that it helped him transition from being an only child to having a sibling) I wasn't so appauled. How different was THAT compaired to what I was doing right now. My little boy was watching baby after baby be born and some of these videos were close ups, and very graphic. He was thrilled to see it every time! "Interesting" I thought. So, I picked one that showed the mommy in labor for a few minutes, and she was crying and screaming a little, and I started saying, "Push, mama! Push! Here it comes! See? There's the baby! The mama's peepee... and... THERE IT IS!!!" and he cheered and said "WOW!! BABY!!!" and we clapped for the woman in the video as she held her baby for the first time. Even now, as I type this, he's asking to see more babies be born "baby, again?" I'm now debating a new option I never even consitered before: Should we bring Tristan with us to the hospital when I go into labor? Hmmm...

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What I Do In Paradise

I get up every afternoon around 12:00, 12:30. Jeremy leaves for work at 12:30 and gets home at 11:00 so, our sleeping schedule is very backwards. Tristan and I will eat breakfast while Daddy gets ready for work and we'll brush our teeth. Then, I'll put on some cartoons for the boy, and I'll do my blogs and e-mail for about an hour. Next, I clean the livingroom and Tristan usually helps me. I'll get some crayons and paper for Tristan to draw while I read "what to expect when your expecting". Soon, he finishes his pictures and after I put them on the fridge or on his wall, I'll read a book to him. Most of the time, I'm really tired after all this so, we'll take a nap together. When we wake up, it's lunch time. We'll then play nentendo games together, or watch a movie on the couch together. After the movie, Tristan helps me do the dishes and clean the kitchen. He is such a big helper. Then, we'll probably go check the mail or play outside for a half hour or hour if it's nice out. Most days we just play in his room though. I'll try to straiten his room up while we play. Afterwords, we read another book, but this time I try to get him to mimic reading. We'll have a little snack and watch Baby Einstein and I get him to say what he's seeing (duck, dog, cup...). Then he usually wants to play his favorite video game (Starfox Adventures) and I'll help him a little or write letters or read a book, you know, mommy stuff. I'll get the dinner things ready and we play hide and seek or Tickle Monster or chase around the table until daddy gets home. I'll start Dinner while Daddy gets his time to soak up some Tristan lubbins. Usually, Jeremy will finnish dinner and after we eat, Tristan gets a bath while I clean the Bathroom. We do "down-time" stuff like watching movies or reading books or playing video games. Around 2:30, Tristan gets put to bed and Jeremy and I talk about our day and things like that until Tristan stops getting out of bed. Then, I take a bath/shower and go to bed. Jeremy gets his bath/shower, and he'll come to bed. The next day, pretty much the same thing. Might seem boring to most people, but to me, this is paradise.

Like having two already

I'm trying to eat healthy, rest when I need to, and take care of a 2 y/o. I feel like I already have two to take care of. I'm tired almost all the time, and hungry. I try to keep balanced between being a Mom, Wife, and Woman. Sometimes I have to neglect myself just to make sure everyone else is happy. I'd like a day or two to spend relaxing and not worrying about who's hungry, thirsty, bored, needy, etc. That's not going to happen till my kids are grown I guess. Then I can focus on what Sandy needs and wants. My "Woman" roll will resurface when I'm 40ish. I can still be... young at 40!

Little Temper

Tristan's temper and lack of obedience in public is embarrassing sometimes. We went to an appointment where there were many other little kids there. they all sat quietly beside their mommies and all Tristan wanted to do was run around the building getting into things. So, I had to hold him on my lap and he SCREAMED for about 20 minutes. I tried to apologize to the other moms cause I seen them cringing at the sound, and I said, he's not like this at home because he can do pretty much anything he wants. I heard a couple of them say something like "discipline starts at home". Letting him do what he wants as long as it's not hurting him or anything else is okay for me at home, but since we don't get to get out very often, he doesn't know how to behave in public. Like, You can't run out into the street, you cant go anywhere you want, you have to stay by mommy... etc.

New walls

We just moved for the 2nd time since my busy bee post. We have an apartment again. What I like most about it is that I put all the dishes away, and now, two weeks later, they're still in the same cupboard I put them in. We don't have any pets, and I'm not willing to get any for quite a few years unless it's a fish. I feel like I'm in charge of the house now (well, the things IN the house). For the past two years we've been living with my father in law after we lost Jeremy's Mom to cancer a week and a half after Tristan was born. I'm so glad we could be there to emotionally (and a little financially) support "Pops" through the hard times and he was there for us when we were in a financial rut. But last Christmas, Pops got a wiener dog named Deeter, and things got pretty rough between us. The Dog is his emotional companion now. We felt better about moving out now that he won't be alone. Since we've moved in here on July first, Tristan hasn't even worn a single diaper! Even on outings he stays dry, With the exception of 2 or 3 accidents that were really my fault because I didn't ask him in time but usually he's naked and goes to the potty all by himself in the big Potty with a stool. He doesn't even pee the bed! No sippy cups or Training Potty anymore either. He's learning rules, such as: Don't drink or eat anywhere but the kitchen, No running in the apartment, and Stay off the balconies.

Gotcha!

I got it back! I am now able to blog all my blogs! LOL I knew enough goofing off long enough would turn up sone sort of results. I'll get back on here again when I get my pictures together. See ya!