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OUR BEDTIME ROUTINE — (or lack there of)

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I like to think I’m a pretty laid back parent and don’t get too worked up over our schedules, although I’ll admit it didn’t always used to be this way. It just seemed like once I stopped worrying so much about what time he napped or went to bed, we were all a lot happier.

It’s very rare that I look forward to putting him to bed and getting my “free” time because he’s usually in a good mood and generally fun to be around. There are THOSE DAYS though where I’m just done come 7pm but again, it’s rare. That could all change though once we have another crazy little boy running around!

One thing I never leave out is brushing his teeth before bed. I’ve even woken him up just to brush his teeth. I had such bad teeth as a child that anything I can do to prevent hours in a dentist chair, I’ll do. Heredity is not on my side though.

But let me be clear when I say — it’s TORTURE! Pure torture and I dread doing it every single night. And I’ve tried every trick in the book (er, on the internet) to change that. Nothing works.

I give him “his turn” first, which means playing with the toothbrush and sucking off all the fruity toothpaste, but when it comes to “mommy’s turn” he screams at the top of his lungs and I literally have to hold him down on my lap for the grueling 30 seconds it takes to brush his teeth. I feel terrible about it, but I’d feel even worse if he had to get a filling. It takes all my strength to do an even half way decent job because he’s flailing so much.

And when it comes to flossing – HA! I straight up told the dentist the truth. I never do it.

Until these came along…
IMG_4349Cooper LOVES the adorable flosser holder (he calls it a monster) and lights up every time he sees it.
IMG_4391He likes to make the mouth talk and it only takes him a good 10 minutes to pick which color he wants to use.

Besides being brightly colored, the flossers taste like fruit smoothie so there’s no harsh mint flavor to deal with. I also like that there’s a little fluoride since his toothpaste doesn’t have any and neither does the water we drink.

The first time I used the flossers, I honestly didn’t have high hopes because of how torturous brushing his teeth is every night. I literally get kicked and punched every night (he’s also cutting two molars so I’m hoping it gets a little better) but look!

NO TEARS!
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It’s a miracle!

I almost can’t wait to take him to the dentist next week to say I finally floss his teeth every night. Almost.

Now, if anyone has any ideas for how to make brushing more fun… I’m all ears!

*This post is sponsored by Plackers Flossers, but they really are the best thing that’s ever happened to our bedtime routine and we are so happy about it. Seriously, get some!

DINO DAY!

Cooper has been OBSESSED with dinosaurs lately, so when I heard about the dino exhibit from my friend’s Instagram at the West Palm Science Museum and Aquarium (and that we’d get in free with our Bank of America cards) I knew we needed to take him.

But, I made this mistake of showing him pictures and telling him about in a few days in advance and every day afterwards he would ask me, “go see dinos now?” and was completely pissed when I told him we weren’t going today. Lesson learned!

When the day finally came and I told him today was the day, he ran around the house and screamed “DINO DAY” at the top of his little lungs for a good 15 minutes. My heart nearly exploded seeing how excited he was.

My mom and Hailey came with us, which only added to the excitement. It was an overall successful day, except that we did manage to loose Cooper for about 5 seconds and I think I may have suffered a mild heart attack. Corey thought he was standing next to me and vice versa, so when I asked “where’s Cooper?” a look of sheer terror washed over our faces. We all split up and luckily he didn’t get too far, but it was the scariest few seconds of my life. I always looked down on those people who put the backpack leashes on their kids but I GET IT NOW! I am now sporting at least 2 fresh worry lines on my face.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to get too many good pictures, so I compiled a little video which Cooper has made me watch at least 3 times daily since our trip. It really was such a cool exhibit and I’m glad we were able to make his toddler dreams come true.

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15 THINGS I’VE SAID TO MY 2 YEAR OLD IN THE LAST 24 HOURS

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  1. Don’t touch the cat’s butt
  2. No, I don’t want to see the food in your mouth
  3. That’s not a rock, that’s a turd!
  4. Stop shaking your weenie at me
  5. You’re not allowed to say that word (it’s the S word, by the way, and it’s so hard not to laugh)
  6. Wow, yeah I do see the dinosaur in the kitchen
  7. Get your finger out of your nose
  8. Stop grabbing Mommy’s boobies. Go get Daddy’s instead.*
  9. Yes, you’re feet as stinky like Goofy’s
  10. There are no monsters in your room
  11. Get back here, naked boy
  12. No spitting
  13. Yes, that IS a big poopy
  14. Ok, you can look at it. Real quick.
  15. No, don’t touch it!

*we went to a birthday party at the park this weekend and there was another boy Cooper’s age walking around with no shirt on. Cooper walked right over, poked the other kid in the belly button and then grabbed his boobies and said “honk, honk”. So maybeeee it’s time we stop playing that game at home! 

A REALLY CRAPPY WEEK

Just when I thought we were done with those pesky high fevers (and by high think 103+), another round hit us last week. So while our (dating) anniversary might have been on Friday, I spent all weekend and well into the following week sleeping on the couch every night with a toddler who just wanted to binge on popsicles and Mickey Mouse Clubhouse at 3am.

I assumed it was just a viral bug since he was acting totally normal, so we just pushed through the weekend rotating Advil and Tylenol every 3 hours because I didn’t want to risk sitting in the sick room and actually catching something. But Monday came and the fever wasn’t budging, so I made the appointment.

The doctor’s conclusion? TONSILLITIS!

It’s always something! So a finger prick and a screaming toddler later revealed his white blood cell count was pretty high (because it was trying to fight the virus) and he’d need antibiotics. But not just regular antibiotics…a huge needle full right to the thigh.

Then they told me I had to bring him in the following afternoon to check his blood again. Again they pricked his finger, again he screamed the entire time we were there, and AGAIN they gave him another shot of antibiotics. AND AGAIN THEY TOLD ME TO BRING HIM IN THE NEXT DAY. At this point even putting his shoes on started the “no mo docta mama…” pleads and I felt terrible (he’s still doing this anytime we leave the house, btw). Trust me kid, I don’t want to go either. After our 3rd visit (and 3rd $20 copay) his levels were finally going down and he got the oral antibiotics.

Much needed post-doctor snuggles

Much needed post-doctor snuggles

I thought the worst was over at this point but the Universe just snickered and laughed at me.

Later that night, Corey was getting dressed for the gym and I was starting a load of laundry. Cooper was playing on the couch and I heard him make a “ehhhhhhhh” noise and I gave the old “I’m cominggggg” back. Right then Uncle David walked through the door and said “um, Cooper needs you guys out here…” and I could tell by the sound of his voice that it wasn’t good.

AND IT WASN’T

Cooper exploded (and exploded is putting it nicely) diarrhea through his diaper, down his legs and ALL OVER THE COUCH.  I got him cleaned up and started working on the couch while Cooper took a bath with Daddy. When they came out I was sitting on the bed crying big fat tears.

Corey came and rubbed my shoulders and asked what was wrong (besides the obvious). Between sobs I managed to say “I just scraped shit off the couch I probably have to sleep on tonight!” And we both started laughing.

But thankfully, the couch came clean and we all got a full nights sleep in the bed!

TWO

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A few days after coming back from Disney, we had a little party to celebrate our boy with a few family members and it was perfect. I stayed up late the night before putting up decorations in the living room (the forecast said rain, just like last year) and Cooper was so excited when he saw them. He ran around yelling “Mick Mouse Cluhouse!” all morning. It made only getting 5 hours of sleep totally worth it.

We kept things small and laid-back this year and feasted on pizza, popcorn and ice cream cake. No one ever complains about pizza and cake.

Cooper had the biggest smile on his face when we all started to sing happy birthday to him, but he freaked the f out when we tried to get him to blow out the candle. He also wanted nothing to do with the actual cake, just the toy on top. He is his father’s child. (Corey doesn’t like cake, but he had some this year. I’m slowly breaking him down. It only took 7 years.)

And now for the pictures…DSC_0140DSC_0143DSC_0147DSC_0162DSC_0151DSC_0179DSC_0170DSC_0172DSC_0181DSC_0191DSC_0200DSC_0208I know everyone says it, but two years went by so fast. It’s like you have no concept of how fast time moves until you have a baby. And even though my heart (and my ovaries) ache a little every time I see one of his baby pictures, I wouldn’t go back even if I could.

This age is the one I think I’ll always long for when he’s all grown up. When he runs over and grabs my finger and leads me down the hall to his room and tells me to “Mimi, sit” — I could just burst. Or when I ask for a kiss and he grabs my cheeks to pull me in close and throws his arms around my neck. Or when we’re outside and he walks over holding a fist full of dirt and throws it in my lap as he mischievously giggles and runs away, looking back to make sure I’m chasing after him. Man, that’s good. It’s hard to imagine anything topping it, but I have been wrong before.

Two is going to be good. I can just tell.