Seriously?! Thursday

Linking up again with From Mrs to Mama for Seriously?!  As you will soon read, I've had a rough week.  Please excuse the mood.  And go over and link up... check out some other blogs... sit back and enjoy the read!

Seriously?!  It's nearly a week since I had my accident, and my face is still all bruised up.  What's worse is that Jonas keeps on grabbing my mouth and opening up the cut on my lip.  I'm seriously never going to heal!

Seriously?!  I need a break.  I know I'm a mom, and it's my "job", but I'm dealing with my kids from the time I wake up to the time I go to sleep and sometimes even while I'm sleeping.  All you new moms are saying, "yeah, duh" but you shall see... when you have a 2 and a 1 year old, it's not supposed to be like that.  When we lived in Greenville, we had a rather strict schedule and routine.  The kids were in bed by 8:30 and then Mau and I could watch our shows or just hang out.  Well, here the schedule has been tossed in the trash.  And it seriously ticks me off.  I need a MOMENT that I can feel like ME... me the human, not me the mom.  Last night Marco and Jonas didn't "fall asleep" till 10:30 (I was already in bed) and they were both wide awake by 6:30 (again, I was in bed).  I feel like I have no time for myself and no time for my marriage.  And it seriously sucks.

Seriously?!  What's with the pinching?  It's something Jonas has always done, but as he gets bigger, he pinches grow stronger.  It's like his "comfort thing".  He does it while he's sleeping!  He pinches my chest, face or under my arm.  And it seriously HURTS!  He uses his nails!  But if I hold his arm down, he squeals.  I just want it to stop already.

Seriously?!  Miami is seriously ridiculous.  The driving... ridiculous.  The people... ridiculous.  Look out for my post coming later this week about how friendly Miamians are.  ::eye roll::

Seriously?!  Don't you hate it when you smell poop but you can't locate it?  You know you're not crazy... there IS a poop smell... but after digging your face into all the available diapers, you still can't find it.  UGH.

Seriously?!  I underestimated just how much bodily fluids is involved in child rearing.  The amount of boogers, snot, pee, poop, spit up and vomit that I deal with on a daily basis is unbelievable.  Seriously unbelievable.

Seriously?!  I think I write too many posts about poop.

Seriously?!  How amazing is God?!  He's got everything all planned out and it's always for the good of those who love Him.  I have comfort in the fact that even though things seem difficult, or impossible, right now... it'll all work out for the best.  Why?  Because I love Him.  And He promises it!  That's seriously amazing.

"Don't Touch the D*ck"

Toddler speech is hilarious.  Sometimes I feel like a translator.  I am nearly fluent in Marconese.  We'll have to say that I am the best translator for him... better than dad even! (woohoo, I win again!)


In our house, we have some strict rules.
Don't push your brother
Don't do caca in your pants
Don't open the door
Don't touch the disk

Marco knows how to turn on the xbox, open the tray, put in a DVD, turn the tv to "component1" and press play on the remote.  What a man!  Problem is, he does not yet know how to handle a DVD disk.  He doesn't know that the disk is not bendable (goodbye Monsters Inc.) or that the disk can scratch on the shiny side (see ya, Cars).  The real problem boils down to this:  He thinks he's big.  


So today we caught him, yet again, handling a DVD disk improperly.  To make matters worse, it was a Netflix one.  So Mauricio scolded him and said, "When you see a disk, don't get it, just say 'Papai, the disk!'"... "What do we say?"  to which Marco proudly responded, "Papai, the Dick!".  Then things went like this:
Mau: Say Disk
Marco: Dick
Mau:  Disk
Marco:  DicKKK
Mau: Don't touch the disk
Marco:  Don't touch the Dick... Papai, don't touch the Dick!

What about me?  Oh, I was just dying... no straight faces over here.

But really, I hope Marco learned a valuable lesson here tonight.  Not to touch the disk... or the dick for that matter!

Totalled

We were in a pretty serious car accident this morning.  Thankfully the boys and I are ok.  But the car is not... it's totalled.

We were on our way to music class, driving down a major road, when I could hear Marco fidgeting with his car seat clip... the top one.  I yelled, "You better click!" and I glanced in the rearview mirror to be sure he was buckled and when I looked back, we were speeding head first into a tractor.

There was a landscaping truck with a long flat bed that had a trailer hitched to it with a small tractor on it.  This truck was backing up into the main highway from a side street.  Instead of coming onto the main road face forward, he was backing into it.  I can't remember what happened exactly because it was all so fast, but I do know that I did not see it or notice that it was backing up until I was crashing.  I did not have time to break or swerve.  It was a head on collision going about 35 mph.

The kids screamed, the air bags deployed and the car filled with smoke.  I tumbled out of the car, disoriented, but only thinking about the kids.  I opened their doors and noticed that they were ok.  They were scared but they weren't crying or bleeding.  I pulled them out of the car because I was afraid of the smoke and a Good Samaritan woman stopped to help me.  She held Jonas for me and called Mauricio to tell him what had happened.  I was bleeding from a busted lip, but other than that I was feeling ok.  I was really shaken up and nervous, but mostly worried about the children.

The paramedics arrived at the scene, looked over the boys and checked our vitals.  They said the kids looked ok but I should take them to the ER just to be sure.  I opted not to because they were acting normally and had no injuries.  (We've been watching them all day to be sure everything is normal, and it has been).

The cop asked me if I was speeding and I told her that I do not speed... especially with my kids in the car. She didn't believe me and rolled her eyes.  I then had to defend myself and tell her to look around.  There were no skid marks on the street, no brake marks... I did not see the truck until I crashed.  If I had been speeding the kids and I would not be walking away from this accident with no more than a bloody lip.  We'd be taken in the ambulance with serious injury if I had been speeding.  She agreed with me and dropped the subject.

But unfortunately, she didn't issue a ticket to either party.  She said that we were both "at fault"... although I disagree.  I believe that if a truck of that size needs to come out of a street, they can not back out into a main road... they need to make a 3 point turn, even if it's really a 20 point turn.  In the time it took me to look in my rearview mirror and look back, we were in grave danger.

Moms, how many of you do not peek back at your kids to give them a sippy cup or check to be sure they're not picking their nose... or anything?!  We all do it!  And in that second, I put my family, my babies in danger.  It's crazy when I think about all that could have happened!  God is so good... we are safe.

Now that a few hours have passed, I am feeling a bit sore and emotionally tired.  My hand is bruised and my arm is sore.  My face is swollen, I have a black eye and a bruised lip.  I have a seat belt burn on my left shoulder.  Marco also has a small seat belt burn on the right side of his neck.  But that's it.  No other damage.  Amazing.

Marco has been experiencing a bit of post-traumatic stress.  He took a short nap and woke up crying, saying "Mama car... Mama crash".  And for a while after he was just repeating, "Crash" and clapping his hands together.  There's also some dried blood on his car seat (from me) and when he saw it he said, "Mama ay-ay" (ay-ay= boo boo).  He seemed very worried and kept reliving it.  We just kept telling him, "Yes, we crashed and the car went bye-bye, but we're ok and we're safe... Jesus kept us safe".  At prayers he said, "Thanks Jesus for the car and for the crash"... it's been quite eventful.

Here's some pics from the scene:

And then later on when I went to the junk yard to release it to the insurance, I got another look at the damage and was filled again with thankfulness.  

So now... my mom is saving the day and letting me borrow her car until we figure out what our next move is.  We are in no position to purchase a new car, so... we'll just have to see what happens next.  The only thing I know for sure is... Jesus is my protector.  Thanks be to Him!

Seriously?! Thursday

Today I'm linking up From Mrs. to Mama again for Seriously?! Thursday.  Don't you love this day? All week long I say to myself, "Seriously!?" and now I can tell you all why.  Don't forget to link up too... or just check out the other blogs.  

Seriously?! You've seen this scene from Baby Mama, right?

Well, it kinda happened to me the other day.  Only, it wasn't chocolate.  But thankfully, I didn't lick it.  It was on my jeans... already dried.  I scratched and sniffed.  And it was seriously gross.

Seriously?!  I'm hooked to Grey's Anatomy... season 1.  It's on Netflix instant.  All the seasons are, so since I haven't seen any, I decided to start at the beginning.  And now I'm hooked.  But sadly, I have no one to talk about it with because season 1 was like 8 years ago.  So, in short, I don't like Meredith.  I think McDreamy is a tool.  I love George.

Seriously?!  I don't know if I'm a little late to the game, but there's now a Google powered Blogger App... and it's free.  And it's seriously great.  I wrote my "Retired" post on my phone... the whole thing.  It was easy and fast.  You can use the pics from your phone and drop them directly into the post.  Blogging on the go just became easy!

Seriously?!  Jonas turned one yesterday.  What?!  We had some cake and sang him Happy Birthday... it was great.

Seriously?!  We went to the coolest place this morning.  It's called Cool-De-Sac and they have it at Dolphin Mall and Sunset Place.  It's basically got like 7 stations for kids to play at and a full restaurant with good food and waitresses.  It's pretty stinkin' cool, man.  The stations are computers, legos, hair salon, crafts, video games, jungle gym and toddler area.  The staff is also instructed to play with your kids!  And the restaurant?  Seriously good.  Like, real food... not kids junk.  Well, it's kinda expensive.  The admission for kids 3 and under is $6... plus food, you're looking at around $30 for a play-date.  BUT, sometimes they have something called "coffee chat" where a phycologist comes in to offer parenting help and discusses different issues parents with kids under 5 face.  On these days, admission is waved and you got unlimited free coffee.  Hellz yes.  So we went today... the "chat" was super insightful... my kids had a freakin' blast... we ate a great lunch... they're exhausted... it was seriously a wonderful idea!  You know I'm gonna be at more of those "coffee chats"... holla!

Seriously?!  My blog has hit an all time high this month in views! That seriously makes me soooo excited!  I'm slightly addicted to checking my stats.  Anyone else?

That's all I got.  Hope you're having a fabulous week.  Hey, wanna follow me?  Just click the follow button to the left.  All the cool kids are doing it.

My Baby is ONE!

My baby Jonas is one!  One year ago today, at 11:24 am he was pulled out of my opened belly, ticked off and screaming.  It was the best sound I had ever heard!  He weighed 3 pounds 7 oz.  He was quickly rushed to the NICU and there he remained for 28 days.

We fell in love with him quickly, although I'm not so sure how he felt about us.  He punished us for bringing him into the world so early.  Colic was quite possibly one of the most annoying things we've ever battled.  He wouldn't crack a smile for over 15 weeks... it was all work and NO play.

But then, after about 3 months of waiting... just like that, his personality began to develop.

And what a cute and sweet personality it has been!  Jonas, my cuddler, my sweet baby, my sensitive one.  

He loves being held.  He loves pushing his face up to mine to get his kisses.  He becomes emotional when you walk away from him.  He puts his hand in my mouth while he's being cradled.  He thinks Marco is cool and funny.

And now, he's one.  He can say "Mama", "Papai" and "Tete".  He tries to imitate singing, "Ba, ba, ba" and dances to all kinds of music.  He can clap.  He can find his head.  He can give me his paci when I ask for it.  He spits out his water because he knows it'll make Marco laugh. He's playful and sweet and silly. 

Within a month or so, I will no longer have a baby.  He will soon move into the next stage of his life... toddlerhood... and drive me a little crazy.  But he'll always be My Little Baby Jonas to me.