Tuesday, November 23, 2010

is eee tie!!!

*** A small back story. ***
Monkey is developmentally delayed. He has language and speech issues, along with some behavior and emotional difficulties. We know that there is a genius behind all the broken language and temperamental storms. (He sleeps with his Rubik's Cube)
Hell - even Einstein had issues - he too would probably qualify for special-ed preschool.
Monkey is making leaps and bounds in terms of coming up to par with "normal" 3 year olds. (Meh - who really wants to be normal anyway?) We're lucky enough to have him in a special-ed preschool where he receives speech and occupational therapy four days a week. Soon enough he'll be running the world - so look busy!

*** End of little back story.***

In my house we speak a special language know only to us as "monkey speak."
This language is a special combination of normal toddler speak and, well, Monkey. 

Monkey is my second child, my first boy, and my ONLY monkey. 

He has earned this nickname for many reasons.
1. There is this nonhuman "gorilla grip" that he had as an infant. Monkey is so clingy that I can literally let go of him and he will hang to me -  much like a gorilla baby.
2. He loves to climb - couches, playsets, daddy - you name it and he will most likely "ape up" and be on top of it soon.
3.  The sound that he makes while upset is much like a screaming howler monkey in heat. Yeah - it's fun in my house.


Tonight amongst the crying Bubba, the jumping Princess, and the TV that is always on, my dear Monkey sets the sofa remote holder (which never has the remote anyway) on the floor and brings me dinner.

"Momi - is eee tie. Momi. Eee." Monkey mutters in his own language.



THIS IS AMAZING!!!!



Why?
Well for this 3 year old -  imaginative play is like quantum physics. 

He loves to mimic - he can follow along with anything his sister wants to pretend. But tonight - all on his own - he initiated imaginative play.
 He makes me smile and brings tears to my eye at the same time.  So I sit with him and ask him questions about his delicious supper he has made for me. It was a lovely meal of corn and pumpkin.

 (yes - I know it's an eggplant - but you try to get him to say that word! - new words are tough- yo.)

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

now that's hot

Dear Penthouse,

While cleaning my bathtub - which was long overdue - my sweatshirt kept getting in the way. So I ended up on my hands and knees, topless, and scrubbing the ring around the tub.  Before this gets too hot I do want to mention I was still wearing my yellow rubber cleaning gloves and my frosty the snowman jammie pants. HAWT!

So here is my pic-o-the-day:
See my shiny new bathtub?!?

Here is the before:


There's Monkey and Bubba.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

and the peasants....rejoice

Someone asked me what made me make the leap into full time SAHMness. Well to be perfectly honest  -- I was pushed!

Without getting into all the dirty little details my previous employer was all "best for the business, blah, blah, blah..."  And if we are in the process of being truthful I had been on the fence about quitting my job and staying home for quite a while now. Being on the fence that long was pretty stressful. It wasn't at all awesome like sitting on a fencepost, munching bubblelicious, and meeting psycho, cannibalistic worms named Willie.
 No - this was a back and forth epic drama between mommy and sanity. Or at least I thought it was. On one hand there was that need to be mommy and take care of the hellions, and on the other there was that scary thought of prison time after staying at home and killing one or all of them. 

The financial reasons for keeping my job were already gone; after daycare, gas and the lunches I needed to buy I was essentially only bringing home $30 a week. I could easily do that from home (and not on the street corner).

  So far in this week I have discovered that I am pretty quick to jump through the hoops of grief and loss. Especially when that loss has been dreamt about for months.

So on 10/26/10 we have declared that this day is BeeFamily Independence Day.

I AM FREE!

Free to raise my Hellions - no longer needing to send them away being raised by others.
Free to keep my Home - no longer am I being stretched to the limits trying to balance work at work and work at home.
Free to respect my Hubs - for the first time I am totally reliant on him to take care of us, and how can you not respect that!

All in all, I am glad I was pushed.