Well Child Check Up

Well I called to schedule Landon for his 8 year old well child check and they informed me that I had not taken him for a well child check since he was 5 years old. Wow time really does fly. I knew I had missed last year but really last time I took him he was 5? Ok well let’s get him in. Tuesday November 13 at 3 pm. He will be happy he gets to get out of school a little early and mom is picking him up.

First thing he asks “Mom I am not getting a shot if I do you owe me a dollar.” I just nod and say ok. I was pretty sure he was caught up on all his shots so I thought I was in the clear and the least I could do if he had to get a shot was give him a buck. We get to his doctors office and when the nurse calls him back first thing he ask is “do I have to get a shot?” she said “no you are all caught up till 10 unless your mom wants to get you the flu shot.” I said no and continued on.

Time to get an official weight and height

Weight 62 pounds (70%)

Height 52.75 inches (81%)

His doctor tells me he is going to be a tall lean boy. He has 20/20 vision and looks to be a healthy growing boy. He has Landon lay down and start pushing on his stomach and Landon tells him it hurts and he said its going to hurt a little because he is making sure his stomach is growing good. And then he pulls Landon shorts up and Landon crosses his legs so the doctor cant see his private parts. I had to explain to him that only mommy and the doctor should only look at that. He was embarrassed but relaxed once I told him it was ok. Now all he needs to do is the finger prick and check his iron levels.

And this is when Landon tells his Doctor. If it hurts I’m going to find you…. And I had to stop him because I knew he was going to say something inappropriate. The doctor just giggled and laughed I tried to tell Landon that it wouldn’t hurt too much but as soon as the nurse came in shit hit the fan. I had to hold his hand so the nurse could do it and he cried and cried and cried and continued to cry the whole way home.

Today we have a dentist appointment to get a tooth pull this should be a great time. I'll keep you updated on how this turns out.

Dead beat dad? You tell me!

Dead Beat… Think again bitch

If there is any one thing that I learned from my mom that I use on a regular basis it is to not call my sons father names or talk shit about him in front of my son. If there is any one thing that I learned from my mom that I use on a regular basis it is to not call my sons father names or talk shit about him in front of my son.

My Biological father was a real piece of shit to be honest. He left my Mom with 3 kids and never paid child support. For a few years after they split I recall him coming to pick up my brothers but he never picked me up. I am still not sure as to why. However my mom never, not once in my childhood ever talked bad about my sperm donor. (He doesn’t deserve the title as a dad in my eyes. I have an amazing dad!) When I was old enough to see for myself what a piece of crap he was my mom then explained what happened and, to this day she nor my “Dad” will not talk shit about the sperm donor. They will agree with me if I bring something up. But they will not on their own talk bad about him.

I do the same thing with my son. His dad and I do not see eye to eye and he left me when I was only 2 months pregnant. But I’ve not said one bad thing about his dad in front of him. Why you ask? Because, his dad is half of him. Maybe not now but someday there is that chance of him recalling me saying something and he brings it back to him. Like I’m calling him names or I think badly of him because of who is father is. Probably not but you never know.

I am writing this blog today because my boyfriends ex wife had the nerve to call him a dead beat on facebook the other day. Yep 2 of their 3 kids have a facebook account and seen this. One is 22 years old and one is 17. Thank god they know that is not the case. My boyfriend works hard to support his kids and makes sure she gets her child support on time but we are in the middle of starting a business. His check is a few days late and she has the nerve to call him a dead beat, on FACEBOOK (hello internet). I couldn’t believe it.

To me a dead beat is someone who hasn’t paid child support for months or years not, a half a week late. Someone that doesn’t give 2 shits less what their kids are doing, prime example my sperm donor. Since me and Curt have been together almost 8 years now he has paid her child support every month if not week by week. He goes out to Boston to see his kids that do not live here for Christmas and has a Christmas with just him and his kids. We also try to plan a family vacation every summer so we can go see his kids for 2 weeks. He would love to have all his kids  here with him. I’m sure one day they will all be here in AZ with us but until then we will just have to go see them when we can.

Sorry but this is not a dead beat dad, what’s your definition of one?

 

Come on, is this really something we should be saying to our kids?

Make A Wish

Standing out at the bus stop today with my daughter, waiting for the bus once again. My daughter picks a dandelion and just like our mommas told us, I tell her to blow it and make a wish. She looks at me with a sad face and tells me my wishes never come true.

Ok I have to admit that one made me feel a little sad myself, here my daughter is making wishes yet none of them are coming true. So I ask her honey what are you wishing for. She tells me well I wished I could go to Dragon Land (from the cartoon Dragon Tails), then she says I also wish I could see a unicorn, and then the last wish she’s wished for is that I would never run out of money.  My little girl is wishing for things that will never come true. Dragon Land doesn’t exist, she’s never going to see a unicorn aside from cartoons, and well shit I’m never going to have an unlimited supply of money. That is unless we win the lottery.

I sent my daughter off to school with a smile on my face. The innocents of our children, they are only little for a short time. They may drive us nuts but it’s the little things like this that make it all worth this wild journey called parenthood

Mom, Mom, mom, mom!

Ok so I am sure you have all see the Family Guy commercials:

Stewie: (Comes into the bedroom) Lois! Lois! Lois! Lois! Lois! Lois! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mama! Mama! Mama! Ma! Ma! Ma! Ma! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mummy! Mummy! Mumma! Mumma! Mumma!Lois: What!?
Stewie: Hi! (Giggling and running out of the room)

Ok so now you know the one I am taking about. Well my son is bad at this ,he says mom all the damn time. I however have learned to tune it out. Curt on the other hand has not. It gets really freaking annoying once Curt brings it to my attention.

Well Saturday we had a long day of errands and Landon was on a mission to see how annoying he could be. HAHA.

Mom why did they invent the toilet? Mom why did they invent fences? Mom why did they invent cars? Mom why did they invent air planes? Mom why did they invent houses? Mom why did they invent garbage cans? Mom why did they invent phones? Mom why did they invent dirt? Mom why did they invent cups?

Anything we passed he wanted to know why they invented it. As a mom I just popped back with a answer knowing if I didn’t he would keep asking until I said something. I mean really I don’t know everything but this kid seems to think I know everything.

Curt was about to go ape shit. I was about as annoyed as any other normal mom would be and well how do you tell your kid to shut up when they are just so curious.

Do your kids ask you crazy questions all day long everyday?