Hi everyone.
I just wanted to talk a little about something today.
This is for moms of little ones who may feel bored of being home, or alone with no grown ups to have conversations with. Believe me, baby talk can only take you so far and is not always appropriate. I mean, I love my husband, but its gotten to a point now that I refer to him and get his attention by calling him daddy. Now, I know he isn't my daddy, but lately I have called him daddy a few times when I ask him something, its insane. Its a sure sign that I need to get out.

I know I need to get out but there is a BIG BUT, and I'm not talking about the one in my pants. My problem or I should say the only thing holding me back from getting out of the house and possibly into the workforce is that I cant afford daycare, nor do I really TRUST day care.

So, today as I was signing up my big girl for Vacation Bible school, I was approached by a few of my fellow church friends who I really adore. I haven't really been going to church a lot lately since my little girl was born over a year ago, so seeing them was like a light switch turned on inside me. GROWN UPS! YAY! As we were talking and catching up, and they all were taking turns to baby talk to my little one, they told me that they are in desperate need for teachers for their mothers day out program and volunteers for VBS. They need me, for something other than when is dinner ready, or poopy diaper changes. They need my bilingual expertise, my leadership skills, my, ok, ok, child care taker skills. I jumped at the chance.

So, I signed up for the volunteer, I submitted an application to be a mothers day out teacher. YEP, I said application, I will be getting paid to care for children for two days a week. Not much, but I'm not hard up for money, so any amount is welcomed.

The reason I'm happy about working two days a week is the free ON SITE DAY CARE, that is literally feet away and I can pop my head in and check on her as much as I want. I will also be able to actually start adding to my resume, because eventually I will be getting back into the workforce and I think it might be nice to have something on my resume, rather than handing a practically blank sheet of paper to a potential employer.

So, my whole point about this post is that I want to let all you mothers out there that, you don't have to be stuck at home. Don't underestimate the friendships and opportunities that your local church may have for you. I started out volunteering in the office for faith formation classes and just from volunteering I have made some really great friends at church, and because of their friendship, they have now banned together to be my references. YAY!!

So you see, Church, what ever that is for you, can really help anyone and everyone, spiritually and emotionally, and who knows maybe even financially. Just ask your church if there is anything that you can volunteer a few hours a week with, and then just go with that and see where destiny takes you.

Hello everyone.
I hope your week has gone well so far.
As many of you know I have been struggling with topics to write about lately, due my fever...Spring fever that is. BUT, today is gloomy out and I don't quite feel like going out and getting my toes wet from chasing down the baby in the wet grass, because she is about to put some sort of bug she managed to catch in her mouth. Which will also surely result in her wet pants, which will then result in having to change her clothes yet again, which will then result in her throwing a fit because she has no idea how hard grass stains are to get out of clothes if it sits too long, which will the result in me taking her pants putting them by the kitchen sink to treat the stain but as I hear the sound of something crashing in the living room, I will have to leave the pants, run to see what happened, see that the baby has destroyed yet another not so priceless item in the house, which will result in me forgetting completely about the pants and concentrating on keeping any broken pieces of what ever baby has broken out of her mouth and out of her tiny toes, which will then cause yet another fit, which will then result in me having to leave that mess and take her to her high chair for her breakfast, yes I said breakfast, then I realize that I have left the pants by the sink untreated, so I commence to treat the stain, while feeding the baby, or actually catching the food she is throwing around and trying to prevent another mess on my floor, which then reminds me that I never cleaned up the mess of my broken artifact so, as I reach for the broom I realize that I cant just leave the baby in the high chair unattended, so I do, for just one minute while I sweep up all the pieces that will surely end up lodged in someones foot by the end of the day, because I didn't get to really clean the mess as well as I wanted, because as soon as I leave the baby's site she starts to scream MAMA! MAMA! in this certain tone that sounds kinda like she is saying, hey you good for nothing mom, what are you doing leaving me here all alone? So I go to her make sure she is fine, give her her sippy cup, throw away the broken stuff, pick up some of the food on the floor under her (don't ask me why I would do that when she hasn't even finished her food yet) get back to the pants, realize that I already treated them, and have somehow managed to survive the first few hours of the start of the day, now I take a deep breath and also realize that its only 9:30 am. I still have an entire day with my baby who is not actually a baby she is a 13 year old in a one and a half year olds body.

So, how does your day start? Mine is a piece of cake... at least that is what I tell myself and CPS.....hahaha just joking on th CPS part...God Forbid.

Hi Everyone!
I hope you all had a wonderfully happy Mothers day. I know I did. There's nothing like seeing family to make special occasions even that much more special. Ok, so today I decided to paste an old post of mine. This time there is a really good reason for this re-post though. The old post is about a Lost or shall I say stolen piece of property of mine. I went crazy looking for this thing, and once it was back in my hands I vowed to never let it be out of my sight again. Well, lets just say that I broke my vow, and it was gone yet again. This time there was a different outcome though, I really did catch the suspect of the last incident in the act, and mind you she is a one and a half year old who has this peculiar way of figuring out how to turn on electronics. She managed to sneak away with my camera, in doing so she was able to catch some pretty funny pics of my living room floor, about 5 times. I couldn't help remember my old post when I was busy deleting the repeat pics off of my memory card. So here once again for your entertainment is the post That was titled, A high profile case has been solved.



Today has been an exciting news day.
A couple of weeks ago a horrible crime took place. A private investigator was even hired to find the stolen property. The initial investigation showed leads to a small un-organized crime mob.
A suspect who is also believed to be the un-organized crime mob leader, was caught and was being held for interrogation. I even heard that some sort of torture methods were being used to make the suspect break and confess to the crime. The suspect never broke. There was a good reason for that though, which I will get into in a bit.
Last night at around 9 pm, after weeks of searching for a stolen piece of property the object was found safe and unharmed.

Yes, My digital camera was found. YAY! I had ya going there for a minute didn't I?

So,
The entire time I have been searching for my digital camera, I was convinced that my 1 year old "non-speaking", (yet), baby had hidden it from me. I know, I'm a terrible mother, I have no faith in my young, innocent baby. WELL, if you knew this little baby the way I do, you would have suspected her little sticky fingers as the culprit too. After weeks of pure frustration, and not being able to find my camera, I hired a a 9 year old private eye, My 9 year old daughter. I have to say that she has steep prices, but I had had enough, I had no choice but to agree to her payment terms. I haven't been able to take pictures of my girls, their baby cousin, and my family. I also haven't been able to take pictures of the stacks of checks I'm getting from all the surveys I take.


Did I mention that I love to show off my kids to unsuspecting strangers? hahaha, Just COMPLETELY kidding! I do how ever, like to show you some of the checks I get from the survey centers. I use them as a way to motivate and reassure other potential survey takers to join in on all the fun. Ok, so back to my story.
So, yesterday after another day of searching I gave up. I almost tore all my hair out looking high and low for that camera. So, I told my big girl that if she found the camera with in two weeks, I would pay her a whopping 5 dollars, in cold hard cash, or actually crisp green paper. Her eyes practically popped out of her head as she agreed. We even shook on it. So, she searched, and after about 5 to 10 minutes, something else grabbed her attention and she forgot all about her task at hand. Go figure.

I guess thats why you cant actually be a private investigator at the tender age of 9. 9 year olds are easily distracted. So we all went on with our daily routine. We had dinner, we watched wheel of fortune, which by the way is a great way to get TV watching and family game night done at the same time. The three of us (Me, Hubby, and Big Girl...the baby refuses to play) all play along, we choose our favorite color and we pretend that we are the contestants. I always WIN! haahaha. NO MERCY! Then girls go down for bed, and I proceed to enjoy MOMMY time! YAY!
Except that Last night, mommy time consisted of once again searching for that DAMN camera. At least I got a few closets organized again. I was about to give up, when I happened to look up at an empty flower pot that sits way at the top of the lone bookshelf in my office. This is the same office where I last saw the camera. This is the same office where I constantly have to put things out of reach of my one year old. So I said to my self, well, take a look, it cant hurt, I mean, I have looked every where else and haven't found it, one more flower pot cant take up much more of my time. So, I grab the pot and low and behold, the freegin camera is in the freegin pot.

Thats when it all rushed back to me. I had put the camera in there for safe keeping. I put it there while I removed all my college books off of the twin book shelf that sat next to the lone book shelf, so that I can then put the empty book shelf in the room of my book worm of a so called Private eye 9 year old. WHEW that was a mouthful.I forgot that I put it there. UGH! I was relieved and pissed at myself at the same time. I couldn't believe that I could forget something so freegin easy. Im sure none of you moms can relate. Any way, as I was reveling in my glee, I realized that I had promised my 9 year old $5 to find it. She had already begun to plan on how she was gonna spend it. She was gonna add it to the other money she has been saving and buy her self another webkin (a webkin is a little stuffed animal, that has its own website to play games, and which I will save the rest of the details for another post.) She has been saving her allowance for an "eternity", as she puts it. If I can remember correctly, an eternity began way back in January of 2008 when she realized that the webkin she got as a Christmas gift was lonely and needs a pal.

I couldn't bring my self to take away the glory she was sure to have by finding that camera for me, away from her. So I did what any other parent would do, I hid it all over again. What? Wouldn't you do his too? I put it in a cabinet where we keep all of the baby toys out of sight. YES, I essentially just framed my poor innocent baby, so that her big sister could still find and earn her well deserved 5 dollars. I mean she is a FREEKING STRAIGHT "A" student, and I have been meaning to award her for bringing home an AMAZING report card, and an official certificate that shows that she is in fact a straight "A" student. (OK, I'll stop bragging, now) Oh yeah, AND, I made sure to put a reminder to find it, and where to find it in my phone, to avoid any other framing of suspects.
So, this morning, I kinda told my daughter to look one more time in the baby's cabinet.

I told my big girl that I saw the baby with it last, a few weeks ago, so I knew the baby had to have been the one who hid it. After about five minutes of intense searching, I hear my big girl GASP, and immediately rush to me with her hand out saying, "that will be five bucks mom". I know I framed an innocent baby, get over it. I did it for a great cause. I got to see that gorgeous smile come from my big girl and light up my day first thing in the morning. So I immediately paid up, and she proceeded to put her hard earned money into her piggy bank that her grandma and grandpa gave her when she was just a baby. In the end, we both got what we wanted. I got to make my big girl happy, and she got her well deserved "five bucks." As for the baby, she will never know that she was framed in the name of her big sisters happiness.

I'm sure we will be hitting up the nearest mall this weekend in hopes of finding the PERFECT webkin. I just know it will be a great weekend. I hope you all have a great weekend too.


No babies were harmed in the making of this story, the baby was tortured with a fudgesicle. After the baby / suspect was released she was given a fudgesicle in hopes of repaying her for any inconveniences, and also to avoid any future lawsuits.

Well, many of you may have noticed that I have yet again been away from my blog. For a while I was struggling to come up with good topics to write about, but couldn't really come up with anything interesting. Not to say that todays post will be any different. I have written something about my favorite political subject on my other blog. Yes its about Obama. Yes, I had to go there again. Lets just say I TOLD YOU SO!

As for my absence, well that is easily explained. My one year old has been very sick! She had/has Croup. I have no idea how she got it, but it makes me very angry. My big girl never got croup. I had only heard that word before and never really knew what it was. BUT, boy it can really pack a punch on your little ones.

She had a cough that sounded like a puppy barking. For a second on the drive to the E.R. I wondered if it was the dreaded whooping cough that is supposedly making its way around the US. Thankfully the Doctors stressed that it wasn't whooping cough but it was another dangerous kind of respiratory illness that had invaded my poor baby's body.

She still has a slight cough lingering, but we are now battling a double ear infection. I really need to start weening her from the "ba-ba" or bottle for those of you who don't speak baby. I'm not sure if this is the reason for her ear infections, but I have a really strong feeling that its not helping that she loves to lay down with her bottle. She takes it and just lays down and relaxes. Its one of the few moments that she is actually quiet and not fighting with her big sis. I feel sorry for my big girl, she is not the fighting type, but I have a feeling that is going to change the longer she is around the bully BABY. What is it with second children? Why are they so aggressive? Why are they constantly fighting with their older siblings. I give her all the attention and love that she could ever ask for but it never seems to be enough for her.

I have given her and all other second children a name for their problem, and YES it is a PROBLEM. I call it SBS, or second baby syndrome. I wish could come up with a cure for this. So far my my studies of other families suffering from SBS, there has only been one cure for this problem and that is, time. Time seems to be the only cure. Time, Time, Time, I already don't have enough of it as it is, and now I come to find out that I have about 17 years more to go.

Oh well, I must admit, I wouldn't have it any other way. My kids are my everything. And I thank God everyday for the gift of them (and my hubby, cause with out him, well, lets face it, there would be no them)

and as I end this post and hear the screams of a one year old attacking a nine year old, I ask you to check out my other blog, and remember to always come back and visit.


Thanks for stopping by,
Love,
Melissa

Hello to every one who reads this, all two of you. Yes, I think I used to have three but due to my neglectful nature I think I have lost a reader. (sniff, sniff)
Oh well, que sera, sera.

So again today I have absolutely no urge to write. I think a post that my good friend jelly wrote about before that said most bloggers end up giving up their blogs probably has some truth to it. I read other blogs, like the one linked on my favorites, and I honestly dont know how they do it. Their stories are ALWAYS interesting, funny, or touching. I cant seem to pull a story or any kind of subject matter out of my ear.

I guess I have one story, kind of. Im thinking about re-joining the work force. I have been a SAHM for a LOOOOOONNNGGGG time now, and I used to feel happy about it. I was happy to be taking care of my little ones. But, for quite a few years now, I have been having this itch, NO, not a dirty kind of never wash your hair kind of itch, but an itch that makes me restless and really want to put my degree to good use.

I just feel EXTREMELY guilty for wanting to get out of the house and work. I feel like leaving my baby in a day care is somehow betraying her and I should say THEM. Although my big girl is in school, she would have to go to the day care center after school. Both of my parents worked. BUT, and this is a BIG BUT, I was never left in a day care center. I had an enormous family, with many aunts that were more than happy to take care of all of their nieces and nephews. Family. I wish I had some. Well, at least some that lived close by. All of my family lives over an hour a way. Can you imagine that commute? UGH! I cant. And I wont.

I haven't made a solid decision on this very sensitive subject yet. I'm merely testing the waters and weighing my options. Day care is BY THE WAY freeking
EXPENSIVE ! Its Unbeliveable how expensive it is.

But, here is another BUT, I think I found a way to cut some of the cost of day care, while being able to work. Lets just say, I'll know after I meet with the day care management. I hear they have an Administration opening. Wink wink. I hate counting chickens so with that said. I bid you adieu, adios, or Good bye for now. Which by the way reminds me of something, how many of you think that ADIOS which is two words meshed together, really, actually means goodbye? Well, technically it is used to say good bye but the words are actually (A Dios) or To God, many Hispanics say Adios as a way of saying go with god, or God be with you. So, there you go a now you have another wrinkle in your brain. Wrinkles on the brain are good, the ones on your face, not so much.
Ok,
Take care
Talk to you soon,
Love,
Melissa