Getting my son a passport!
I can’t believe that one short day after I vowed to keep up my blog I missed. But I swear to the internet that I posted yesterday in my head. Unfortunately, it looks like none of that actually made it to the WordPress app. My brain apologizes.
Happy Day 52:
Happy Day 53:
A family selfie from the beach of Traverse City at sunset. Not pictured is Molly in my lap. We all made it up here and look forward to some awesome family time this weekend thanks to the surprise of my awesome husband for booking the hotel this weekend and planning our Michigan Wine Country getaway!
Enjoy your families this weekend everyone! And don’t forget to call your moms and dads and tell them sorry for throwing a fit when they took you to dinner on vacation. They swear, they thought you liked chicken.
Sorry I haven’t posted the last few days, my toddler has had a raging case of toddler…
For Day 46: p
We got Lucas a water table and he L.O.V.E.S. It!
Day 47: crafts
That raging case of toddler that I mentioned? It’s not just limited to the dinner table.
And day 48: this dude just cracks me up. In this photo, he’s as close to the TV as possible watching Mickey Mouse with his hand so far down his diaper that it’s coming off. He walked around the room to play after this with some serious plumbers crack while I just laughed and laughed. Boys- it’s nature.
Cheers! It’s finally summer in the Midwest
Molly got some good news at the vet today, just a bunch of things to keep an eye on and some possible surgeries in her future. As it turns out, no woman is immune to the effects of age… Poor baby. But as it is, she’s going to live to see another day because the lumps (plural) all seem benign so far. It’s good for so many reasons, but the biggest is that she’s become such a part of the family. My kids are like two peas in a pod and it makes me so happy.
43: date night! We got a babysitter and I put on the skirt that I made and we were off to a wedding for the evening.
44: Lucas eating ice cream:
But the thing that really makes me happy is this ball of fur:
I got her when I was single and living alone, and now she’s playing with my toddler. This ball of fur has made me happy, sad, mad, worried, and taught me how to be a mom. She lays in bed with me when I’m not feeling well and is the first person to greet me when I walk through the door. A couple of weeks ago I found a lump on her back and I’ve been too scared of what the vet would say to get her checked out. Today she peed all over the couch while she was sleeping and now I have no choice but to take this munchkin in and see what they say. Hoping for something not serious because Lucas loves her as much as I do. When I get him up in the morning it’s “dog!” and he giggles and points at Molly (or as he says “mah-ee!”). She lays with me when I’m not feeling well, so it’s only right to return the favor. I loved my fur baby first.
I apologize for the extra effort in today’s post, but I’m hoping that your curiosity gets the better of you and you click on the link to watch a 1:32 video that cracks me up every single time. Enjoy!
42 Happy Days
I’m 41 days into my “100 Happy Days” spin-off project and I’m happy (pun intended) to report that it’s working. I’m less bitter, smiling more, and getting my sense of humor back. Conveniently, this is just in time for the “Terrible Two’s” to strike the Rivas household…. with gusto.
I’m not going to publicly shame my kid but I will say that he doesn’t share this sentiment. His favorite word is “nonononononono” while shaking his head and if it’s something he has to do like be put into a shopping cart or get his finger out of the plug it’s “NOOOOOO” in the loudest screech possible by questionably human toddlers. His favorite move is the back twist to get away from you picking him up and then he immediately throws himself on the ground and cries and thrashes like I’m trying to hit him with a baseball bat and he needs to get away from me. I tell you this all because I want to warn anyone who may cross paths with me anywhere that I’m really not chasing my toddler down with a baseball bat or leaving him in the donation pile at Goodwill, I’m just doing my best to raise a polite member of society so please watch your feet because he’s likely throwing a fit on the floor in the process of this quest. His favorite places to throw fits:
1. The grocery store. No, you may not play with the chili seasoning, the milk must stay in the cart, that wine bottle is not for you.
2. The parking lot. I’m not going to take your sippy cup away from you, it is necessary for you to be in the car seat, I don’t have a ball that you can play with.
3. In the rain. I can’t stop the rain from hitting your head, nonono don’t throw a fit- ….on the wet ground.
4. On playdates. Can you hurry this one up, sweetie? Mommy has to run to the grocery store to get rice and I would really appreciate if you save it for the onlookers there.
For all of you judgmental folks who are giving me looks like I need to peel my kid off of the grocery store floor because this is more my fault than his or all of you readers who have never had a toddler and are sitting there thinking “my kid would never do that.” Let me set the record straight: Yes, yes they will. But I promise to not give you the same looks that you’re giving me. I’ll instead mask my disgust with your toddler by looking at my well behaved child and saying “Oh, I’m so lucky that you never did that!”
This is why mom’s drink.
Anyway, I’m a few days behind on my happiness posts. Yesterday it was our Special Wednesday (which was a trip to Barnes and Noble to play with Legos because it was cold and rainy):
And today it was just having fun at the dinner table making this ball of joy giggle. Lucas will never have a better Mom than me (even when I let him throw his fits in public).