Mamatography: Days 274-280

Mamatography: A 365 Day Photography Project. At least one picture per day of what you did that day.

Sunday we were getting ready for church (see handsome little man below) and Little I decided it was time to paint, without asking mommy. He got purple paint all over his pants and shirt (but nowhere else.) Luckily it was washable paint, but as we were leaving in 2 minutes it caused a massive scramble to find new dress clothes.

Monday my order from Little Black Bag I got 2 pair of gorgeous earrings, two bracelets, a necklace, an under-eye highlighting cream, and a bronzer/highlighter, all for under $50 (before shipping).

Note: If you use the link to LBB above and purchase a bag, I will get a free item worth up to $25. You can get one too by sharing your personalized link.

 Tuesday was my off day. Little I woke me up with a bloody nose. At first I didn't know what was wrong because his ENTIRE face was covered in blood. As were his hands. And his bed. And his clothes. So I freaked out for a bit while cleaning him up. Once he was clean and I realized it was just his nose, though, I calmed down and moved him to my bed for the night.

That day was all about studying and playing with Little I and cleaning... I'm not fooling you, am I? I tried on my jewelry. I played on the computer. But I was too tired from the night before to do a lot of playing, so we read books. We were supposed to go to the library, but we were both cranky from too little sleep.

One pair of earrings I got. These are the a.v. max - Stone Drop Earrings

 Wednesday seems like a blur. We had a test and a practical in anatomy (lab), analyzing Martin Luther King Jr's "Letter From Birmingham Jail" in English Comp II, a long lecture in anatomy (lecture), and another long, but fun, lecture in my GOBC (lecture).

My mom picked up Little I from preschool and after class I picked him up and took him to Awana at our church, where my aunt helped me understand some more from MLK Jr. and I captured this lovely sunset. Really, it doesn't do it justice since it's a phone pic.

Wednesday night sunset from the church driveway.

Thursday we did some crafts (one from Pinterest) and even though Little I was having a hard time listening, we had an okay day.

That's his ornery smile.

 Friday was my parents' 27th anniversary! We had school and then we went to the library finally and got a bunch of books. When we got home, Little I needed a nap. My parents were going out to dinner to Red Lobster, so I talked to B and asked if she wanted to hang out. After Little I woke up from his nap, we went over to Mama and Papa's house to see B, where Little I and B talked to people on the computer and Little I watched his favorite Disney shows. After Mama and Papa got back from dinner, we took some pictures of Little I with them.

Watching cartoons with Papa.

Snuggles with Mama.

Today we had a memorial dinner for Mamaw. Just family and friends who knew and loved Mamaw. I'd say it was a small group, but you know how big my family is. We ate good food, sang TONS of songs... old southern gospel, old hymns, and some praise and worship. The kids played, the adults talked, and in the end it was really great.

Watching the Ohio State game after most people left.

Wordless Wednesday: Little Black Bag

My order from Little Black Bag came!

My favorite piece from the bag.

Mamatography: Days 267-273

Mamatography: A 365 Day Photography Project. At least one picture per day of what you did that day.

 

This week has been hard. Really, really hard. We buried my Mamaw on Monday. Right next to Papaw.  I think I experienced a lot of my grief before she actually passed away because we had some warning that she'd be going sooner rather than later. It has still been a very emotional tantrum filled week. And not all of the tantrums were Little I's. It has been a week and a day since she passed. Every day has its moments, and I'm learning to deal with/embrace each of them.

 

 Sunday: The calling hours were on Sunday, followed by some family coming over and lots of singing. Little I was in a mood. Hyper, then angry, and reacting to every emotion being felt around him. He alternately asked me if I was okay and what was wrong when he saw me crying. He also told me, "Don't cry, Mommy," a lot of the time, which, as you might guess, made me want to cry even more. 

He was very matter-of-fact about everything. He knows she died, and she's in Heaven with Jesus. He asked me at the calling hours why she was still in the casket, since she was supposed to be with Jesus. 

I miss her.

 

This was kind of the mood for the whole day. Except when B had him running.

 

Monday was the funeral. Lots of family. Lots of tears. Lots of food.

 

And what is with the tradition of taking pictures of the people in the casket? I don't like it. To me it's morbid. But I guess it's different down south. 

 

The day of the funeral, Little I in his spiffy suit.

Tuesday we traveled back from NC to OH. A 9.5-10.5 hour drive without a 3 year old. We left at 6am, and got home at 5:30ish pm. It started off badly when my mom asked me if I was crying--Duh--which caused Little I to start in on the, "What's wrong, Mommy? Don't cry, Mommy." We stopped at a Sheetz to get gas about halfway home, and I made it a point to get a frozen mocha with mint and dark chocolate. No whipped cream. That bit of caffeine and distraction got me through a lot of the rest of the trip.

The only way I made it through the last half of the ride home.

Wednesday it was back to classes and the rest of real life. Of course, it was rainy. I love rainy days. Plus, I got to sit in my car for a few minutes while waiting for a class and just watch it.

Beautiful rainy day.

 Thursday went great... until bedtime. I thought he was in bed. I didn't even hear anything. I smelled it. He dumped a 1/4 bottle of soap all over my bathroom counter.

 

Little I dumped out a 1/4 of this bottle of soap. Love that boy...

Friday I had class. And I was bored after Little I went to bed (for real tonight). 

Self portrait in the bathroom.

Today we spent some time with Mama and Papa. Little I and Papa have matching hats now from Mama's work, Goodyear. 

Little I and Papa have matching hats now!

 

Milestones and a bit of rambling

Okay, so I just realized that my 100th post was this past weekend. I totally missed it. I feel like I should celebrate because this is one of the first things that I started and didn't give up.

I mean, face it, I'm pretty good at starting things. I'm a wonderful starter. I just rarely finish anything. Just like the couple times I have started the Jillian's 30 Day Shred and made it through the first week and then stopped (speaking of that, I'm thinking I should start it again--and finish it this time). And the first couple times of potty training (and Here). Thank goodness I found the 3 Day Potty Training guide.

The point is, I have stuck by this blog since March of last year . That's the longest I've stuck with anything except work, parenting, my house, and school--you know, the things you kind of have to stick with. I'm really glad I reached this milestone and I'm going to continue on until I've reached 2, 3, heck, maybe even 5 years with this blog.

Another milestone: since when does my child not take a nap? I've given up forcing him to take one and he actually does well most days. If only he would do that well with daycare, life would be much simpler.

He also outgrew all of his 4t pants (in the length, not so much in the waist), his beloved cowboy boots that he wore every day this past winter/spring/summer, and is now in a size 11 1/2 shoe. I can't believe it! And he passed his vision exam at the pediatrician at his 3 year check up.

 Little I knows TONS of stuff too! He can count to 20 unassisted, match numbers, knows most of his ABC's, can match most of his letters, knows all of his colors, shapes, animals, vehicles, etc. He can draw circles and squares and triangles (though the triangles are misshapen most of the time) and is really big into telling stories now. He's particularly fond of telling a story about a cowboy who falls off his horse and has to walk through the desert.

I don't know when it happened, but my little toddler is becoming a big boy/preschooler before my very eyes.

We've both been passing a few milestones lately. We've had some hard times and some really great times. And I'm so glad and proud to have him as my son.

I should probably stop this before I start reminiscing about everything and get too teary eyed. End rambling post. :-)

This is why I love my life

Here I was, trying to get my reading done for my English Comp II class (we're reading MLK Jr's "Letter From Birmingham Jail") and I thought Little I was playing quietly with his cars in the dining room. That is, until he comes in the living room, naked, carrying my deodorant with white spots on his chest.
Him: "It doesn't work."
Me: "What doesn't work?"
Cue the gasp and stifled laugh when I look up and see him.
Him: "I want it on my boobies."
Me: "You don't have boobies, honey. Can I have my deodorant back please?"
Him: "Yes I do have boobies. They're right here."
*Points somewhere on his ribcage between his bellybutton and nipples*
Me: "No, honey. You don't have boobies. And Deodorant goes under your arms."

He wanted some deodorant under his arms then, so I put some on him and then tell him it's bath time.

And this is why I love my life. He makes me smile and laugh so much at the random things he does.