I was welcoming my first child into the world. Can you believe it? I certainly can't. While I admit that the memories have somewhat become a blendy-swirl between the three of them, I still remember my perfect little sweet bundle of baby. He was so laid back, never cried, and, according to my mom, was "always so serious". It's true. He still is. I still see a lot of characteristics in him that we noticed early on. Like his wacky sense of humor. He was always goofy in a non-baby-like way, which is something that Taryn certainly is not. His memory and intelligence still astound me to this day. I was so proud that I was the only person with a two-year-old who could say the words 'astronaut' and 'exterminator' like an adult, and who could count to ten before he was two. He still surprises me on a daily basis. Now he remembers EVERYTHING that comes out of my mouth that benefits him, and is doing simple addition problems w/o even having been taught yet. Just yesterday, he came up to me and asked, "What's 2+3?" I said, "I don't know, you tell me." He held up his fingers, added it up, and said, "5". Hey, maybe that's something that five-year-olds can do, but I don't care. I do know that he's setting the bar pretty high for the other two kids, though! So, Happy Birthday, TJ! Life with you has definitely been an experience I'll never forget!


So, as far as today, it was a HORRIBLE day! To begin with, it was pretty cool. Trey and I started our diets, low calorie, this morning, and I joined the YMCA for the family. That was cool. That was, however, where all coolness ended.

On the way home I stopped by the bank to transfer money to my mom that I owe her for rent, and it was unavailable b/c I had just deposited it this morning at the ATM. No big deal, I'll just do it tomorrow, but it's still a pain in the ass.

Once I got home, I rushed the kids into the car so we could go to the children's museum downtown. I was already running late (I had to meet someone at 4, and we wouldn't even get to the museum till 2), but we were still okay. So, we get there, and we head over to the museum. It's closed. I'm pissed. However, TJ reassured me that it was okay, and that we can just go back another day. "Let's just find something else fun to do, Mommy." Once I got over my ranting and raving (and cursing), I decided we would go ice skating (b/c I'm not too smart).

I still had to wait till 4 to meet the guy I was going to buy Taryn's bike from (from craigslist), so we needed to stay in the area. So I took the kids to James Island County Park, and we had a picnic-ish lunch and I let them play at the playground. The kids enjoyed themselves, that much I can say. Within five minutes of getting there, Taryn had peed her pants. No problem, I had a spare pair of undies and some shorts. Off she went to play some more. Five minutes later, the shorts were soaked, along with her socks and shoes. Riiiiiggghhhhhhhttttttt...No worries, I happened to have another spare pair of panties, which I never thought I'd use. So, now she was in just her shirt and undies, but hey, I'm sure the moms understood...although I still disclosed to every mom I could get near that she did come in pants, and that I don't typically take her out in public in just her underwear. Time passed, and I went to sit down from playing for a few minutes. I look up, and there is Taryn running toward me, yelling my name, with her panties IN HER HAND! This guy was kind enough to let me know that she "took off her drawers", although I, sadly, had already figured that much out. Luckily, I just happened to have one more pair of spare panties in the bag. Why, I have no idea, but hey, it worked. Needless to say, at that point, ice skating was out. I'm not sad about this, though, b/c the more I think about it, the more I think that was a bad idea to even think of attempting by myself.

So, we go to meet the guy with the bike, but he's not home. Luckily, he answered his cell phone, and told me just to leave the money in the door. I got her bike. We went home from there, and she just HAD to ride it. Naturally, TJ and Taryn were both tired, so I should have said no to avoid the chaos and whining, and ALL OUT FREAK OUTS they both had when they couldn't get their bikes to do what they wanted. After ten minutes, I was done. I, too, was tired, and this was not cool.

Did I happen to mention that the hallway toilet overflowed and flooded the bathroom? No? Well, it did. Not my favorite thing to clean up. As a matter of fact, I guess I should switch over that load of towels now...

After dinner, since we didn't get to do the "fun stuff" I'd promised, I told TJ we could bake cookies. That worked out alright, except by this point my nerves were shot and I just wanted them in bed and away from me. TJ pushed my buttons again by not doing what he was told twenty seven times to do, and I lost it. I don't remember my exact words, but I do know that there were some that I would prefer he not repeat back to me. Do you know what he did after I yelled the way I did? Laughed. Is this really what five-year-olds are like? I want my perfect baby back!

I'll talk to you later! I hope you have a great day!