Do Bad Mothers Still Get A Mother's Day?

I have learned as a mother not to judge other mothers as quickly as I used to. Like when their child would have a meltdown in the grocery store and I would think, "Why can't she control him?", or the mother that loses her child at the park, or the kids with food all over their faces and messy hair.....I totally get it now.....and I'm hoping they judge me less as well. Especially today. Today was pretty much my worst day as a mom so far and I'm hoping that I never top it, but I'm sure I will. Here is the story....

Jack and I were at Target today picking up the essentials. It was pouring when we walked outside...thunder, lightning...the works. I quickly put him in the car so he didn't get soaked and continued to unload the stuff. He climbed up in the front seat to play with the lights. I got everything in the car, threw in my purse and shut the door. That is when I realized that Jack had my keys in his hands and had locked me out. My cell phone was inside also. I tried not to panic and motioned for Jack to unlock the door. He couldn't do it and eventually got his finger stuck in the door handle. He started to cry because he was stuck. Some black guys were near me dancing around their car to some rap music. I almost asked them if they knew how to break into my car but I didn't want to stereotype :) I saw a couple in the parking lot, ran over to them and asked if I could use their cell phone to call Jay. I got a hold of him after 3 tries and he said he was on his way. He was at the library and had to go home and get the extra keys and then drive up to Target. Anyway, I walked back to the car to stay with Jack while he cried and cried and still couldn't get his finger unstuck. A few people walked past and tried to help. One woman didn't speak any English and couldn't help at all so she just stood next to me and patted my shoulder every few minutes. After about half an hour Jay got there and unlocked my car. I opened the door slowly and got Jack's finger unstuck and then I pulled him out. I absolutely lost it at that point and just cried right along with him. So, even though I know they don't read my blog, thank you to the woman who was my silent support, thank you to the man that got a hanger out of his dry cleaning to give to another man that tried to break in to my car, and lastly thank you to Honda for making my car really hard to break into. I appreciate that on all other days besides today.

Sucker Punch

Today was beautiful so Jack and I decided to have a picnic at the park. He made friends with a cute little girl and they had so much fun playing together. The little girl picked up a huge pile of mulch and dumped it on Jack's head. Jack shook his head to get it off and then punched her in the face. Great. My son is a bully.

Jack's Runway

Every day is a fashion show with Jack.


This is the everyday look for Jack. No pants.


He loves to do his hair. Unfortunately cortisone cream doesn't work like pomade.


My shoes are a favorite. Jay's are way too big.


Mardi Gras beads given to him by a fan at the local thrift shop.


Jack loves his Yarmulke! Mazel Tov!


And lastly, my bra. Yep. Hot pink and push up. Jay about killed me for taking this picture. There are going to be repercussions for posting it :)

The Third Day

Today is what I call the dreaded "Third Day". Every time Jack gets sick, the third day is always the worst. The third day is when the exhaustion of no sleep for both of us manifests and both of our nerves are shot. I try and push fluids and he pushes me away and yells. He melts down at the little things and then I yell. The third day is never pretty at my house. However, this isn't the worst. The worst is when I get him down for his nap and my mind starts to wander to a happier place. My dream place......

I imagine that Jay and I have a lovely ranch somewhere like this.....


And that Jack stays outside, happy and content, playing in the hose all day like this....


And then I imagine THIS in chaps and mucky cowboy boots and then suddenly......


I imagine another one of these....


Which inevitably would bring many more third days and the vicious cycle begins again.

Liar Liar Pants on Fire

When we moved to Virginia everyone said, "Winter sure will be easier for you guys here! It never snows!". I wonder what else the Virginians are lying about :)

Talk is Cheap

Jack doesn't talk. He is perfectly happy in this little world of his without words. The Dr. attributes it to his need for speed.... "He is too busy for talking. He is more focused on throwing balls and climbing things. He will get to it eventually." How true. One of his only words is ball. However, he is probably one of the funniest people I've ever met. His personality is one of a kind. He makes me laugh almost to tears at least once a day.








The other morning I went to get him out of bed and found him completely and utterly naked. He had unzipped his pajamas, slid off his diaper and was as proud as could be. Since I force him to wear a diaper because he doesn't want to pee in the toilet yet, he likes to at least have some crack showing.

I hope you all have seen Happy Gilmore. You will really appreciate the first video :)

Best Idea EVER

Since I have a lot of unchecked boxes on my "Things to do before I turn 30" list, I decided that now is the time to start checking boxes. One of those things is to go to the Kentucky Derby. I just realized that I'm only about a 10 hour drive from said race.

So, my question is, who is coming with me?!?!?

I'm thinking a really fun girls trip, since Jay has no interest. You can fly into DC and drive out with me, or meet me in Louisville. General admission tickets for just standing are $40. Pretty cheap actually. However, if you don't have anywhere to sit, can you still wear a lovely hat?