- Joined Diapers.com and received $10 off my first order, as well as received a rebate from Parenting magazine for $14.97. All in all it made 6 Jumbo packs of diapers $35! Woo Hoo!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
- Joined Diapers.com and received $10 off my first order, as well as received a rebate from Parenting magazine for $14.97. All in all it made 6 Jumbo packs of diapers $35! Woo Hoo!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Here are a little bit about register rewards. Walgreens offers them when you buy participating items. They print after you pay your total and are given to you to put towards your next Walgreens shopping experience. They DO have expiration dates so this isn't for you if you don't have a Walgreens close. When redeeming your register rewards (and this is the part I've only heard about, not experienced yet), it counts as a coupon, so if you are already buying five items and have a coupon for each item then you have to purchase a sixth (think something very inexpensive) to be able to use your register rewards.
So here's how I did at Walgreens (I'll tell you and then tell you how I messed up and could have made my deal much better, I'm still learning, remember):
1 Dove Shampoo on sale for $4.00 and I had $1.50 coupon
1 Dove Conditioner on sale for $4.00 and I had a $1.25 coupon
1 Package of Huggies Little Swimmers, on sale for 6.99 and I had a $3 off coupon (good deal!)
Now, the register rewards come in like this. You are supposed to get $4 of register rewards for each shampoo or condition purchased. Well, I'm not sure if this is limited to one per transaction or what... but I only got $4.00 in register rewards. Had I split my transaction into two, I probably would have received that extra $4. Boooo! But I can't complain too much. I got a big thing of shampoo, a big thing of conditioner, and little swimmers diapers for $6.15 including my register rewards. Not too bad.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Time literally flies by... before you know it this newborn can smile, then roll, and sit, and play, and stand, and walk... and it... never... ends. Time keeps going.
People say don't blink because you'll miss something... and I did it. I blinked:
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
- 1. Do you really prefer one kind of toothpaste over the other? Lots of commercials tell me you like theirs best.
- 2. Why do you always talk to me while your hands, both of them, are in my mouth?
- 3. Are my teeth... normal? Please tell me you've seen worse than mine!
- 4. Why do you insist on talking in 'dental' language? I'd love it if you'd just say, "Yeah, that there tooth looks like it has a hole in it. That's gonna be a doozy to fix."
- 5. Why, at the teeth cleaning appointment, do you tell me to cut back on the sweets because they are causing cavities, but then when I get the cavity filled you tell me to eat a milk shake? I'm confused.
- 6. What grosses you out most about your job? I mean really, how does plaque on teeth, bleeding gums and bodily fluids not completely gross you out?
- 7. What is one thing you'd love to tell people, but wouldn't be 'socially acceptable' to say? Come on, don't hold back. This is your chance.
- 8. It doesn't really make a difference if we brush our teeth relentlessly minutes before we come in to see you, does it?
- 9. Can I tell you if that bright light is in my eyes? Or better yet, maybe I'll wear my sunglasses. Maybe I'll be invisible that way.
- 10. Besides brushing and flossing after I eat everything ever, and getting regular teeth cleanings, what ELSE can I do to prevent my teeth from 'gettin' them there holes in 'em?'
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
- A zip up sleeper (24 months so he grows into it)
- A short sleeve polo
- A pair of athletic shorts
- Another pair of athletic shorts (different color, he lives in these a lot over the summer)
- A romper. (I'm not totally sold on such a 'little boy' look on such a big boy, but Aaron has mentioned having one for him and I'm not totally against it, so we did it.)
- 1 short sleeved polo short
- 1 pair of jean shorts
- 1 pair of really cute striped 'railroad' shorts
- 4 different t-shirts
Saturday, March 13, 2010
I saw this video, and I wanted to throw up. I don't smoke, thank God. Not to be disrespectful, but my parents did enough of that while I was growing up to have me constantly sick and to take years off my life. I've had my fill of it.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
When I was a kid my mom's weapon of choice was a wooden paddle ball paddle, without the ball attached. The 'weapon' lived in the drawer just east of the fridge, and though it came out only on rare occasions, when it did, I cringed.
I can remember one rare occasion that mom chased me with that wooden paddle ball paddle. Through the kitchen and into the living room, where she popped my little butt hard enough that it stung that time. For that reason, I never ran from the paddling anymore. Don't get me wrong, it was bad enough when it didn't sting. It was demeaning, I guess, because though it didn't hurt, when she'd whip me with that paddle I'd cry like a baby and feel guilty for the rest of the day.
Her secret weapon, which became much more prevalent as I grew older, was a heavy dose of the silent treatment / disappointment. My mom was the Queen at it. Shoot, she may have even been King. She was good. If I did something wrong, lied, or disobeyed, she turned off. She had a 'look' and she just didn't speak to me. She was 'cold as ice', as the song would say. I would have rather the woman beat me with a broom. I did whatever I possibly could to avoid mom as the popsicle parent.
So what kind of 'discipline' is the 'right' kind of discipline for kids? I believe in spanking, but I question myself with it at the same time. Well, before I get into all of that, here are my 10:
1. Ignore it: I've heard people say a lot that kids will sometimes do things to get attention and if you just ignore it they'll stop. There may be a kid on this planet that works with, but I can't imagine it will be mine. Not at this point in time. My baby is young, granted, so I may change my mind on this particular tactic as time goes on, but for now I feel like I see a lot of teenagers whose parents 'ignored it' for far too long and now they don't know how to behave well.
2. Verbal Scolding: I'm a firm believer you can do this without 'yelling' at your kid, that you should change your tone and not your volume. I have no desire to completely belittle my son by yelling at him in anger. (I'm not saying that I've never, or will never mess this up. I will, and have.) I do, however, wish that he'd respond to verbal scolding at this point in life. I can't discount this completely, Bryton is still young, but I'm hoping as he gets older he will know by my tone that he's done something he's not supposed to do, and he'll feel remorse for it.
3. Take Away Privileges: I will definitely use this as he gets older. Privileges are privileges for a reason. They are not 'rights.' When a privilege is abused or behavior cannot be maintained then privileges will be taken away. It happens on a small scale now. When B continues to throw his ball onto the table, which knocks everything over, after being scolded verbally once his ball is taken away if it happens again. At this point in life I only take it away for a short period of time. I don't feel like he's old enough to remember an hour later while he still doesn't have his ball... and usually the amount of time is long enough for him to forget how fun it was to throw the ball on the table and knock everything down.
4. Time Out: When do people start this? I mean, seriously? I think it's a GREAT idea. I hope Bryton abides by it some day. At this point in life, I don't know how you ever keep a kid in a specific spot for any period of time. Do you teach them to 'stay?' because I feel like I'm talking to a dog. I have heard by teachers that time out should be only as long as a child is old. For example, a 2 year old has time out for 2 minutes, a 10 year old for 10 minutes, etc. Does a two year old really understand timeout? I'd love input on this one.
5. Spank with a hand: It seems like the first disciplinary action for new parents is slapping hands. We did it, chances are you have too. It didn't work for us. We'd slap the hand, B would cry, and he'd go right back to what he was doing. It didn't work. After that a lot of parents move on to spanking the bottom with their hands. (Think birthday spankings.) I bet that works for some kids too. When Bryton started climbing on top of the tv stand, very dangerous I may add, we started spanking his little behind when we'd get him down, first for being up there, and second for not obeying when we told him to get down. Guess what he did, yep, climbed back up. Ugh. We apparently have a persistent little daredevil. Sin nature at it's finest... at 16 months.
6. Spank with an item: And as bad as I hate to admit it, this is where we are now. I've seen lots of things used. I had a friend whose mom would use a fly swatter. Ow. My mom had her paddle ball paddle, minus the ball of course. We had friends who used a thin wooden spoon. Back in the old days schools had a paddle. Well, after countless climbs on top of the tv stand, mom was desperate, so off to my utensil drawer I went. I easily spent 5 minutes debating what I could 'go without' for awhile and smacking my thigh with countless objects to see what 'popped' but didn't 'hurt.' Out comes... the ladle. Yep, my flimsy plastic ladle. It makes a great popping noise, and stung only slightly on my thigh... very little on his diapered rump. Two times he climbed back on that tv stand, a few other tries where all I had to do was grab the ladle and tell him to get down, and we've broken it... at this point. I hate it with everything in my being, you know that, 'It hurts me more than it does you,' stuff that we always thought our parents were lying about? It's true. I don't think that pop hurts him hardly at all, but his little tears break my heart to pieces. :(
7. Don't Discipline, Reward: Not sure how I feel about this one. This is the 'don't discipline for the bad, reward for the good' mentality. The idea is that if kids are consistently rewarded for doing good they will continually do good. It's a great concept, but I'd love for my son to know that part of the reward for being good is being good itself. It's something that is expected, not something that warrants a reward. You be good to others regardless of the treatment you receive from them. This seems to circumstantial for me. Don't get me wrong, if I see he's done something really well, or has done something really nice, I'll praise him for using good judgment, but to reward just for doing something he's supposed to do, probably not. (This will come into play when an allowance is offered. Money will be given for above and beyond things... not for putting your toys away, cleaning your room, brushing your teeth, or putting your dishes in the dishwasher... those are all duties that don't warrant 'pay', because they are responsibilities of being a human being.)
8. Distraction: This is a big one for the baby stage. We used it a lot. Throwing a fit over one thing? Hey, check this out, see how fun it is? It's all about redirecting attention. I think this is a must use for babies!
9. The Silent Treatment (aka make 'em feel bad): Not sure how I feel about this. I know there is a "cool off" time period, but sometimes I questioned my mom's love when she wouldn't speak to me. It will be important for me to be able to talk things out with my kids, so they know why I'm upset, the effect of what they did, and how we can move on without it happening again, not the mention that fact that I still love them.
10. Disciplinary Duties: Again, I'd use this for older kids. Hmmm, can't consistently get home on time... you'll spend some time on home Saturday, mowing, weed-eating, and helping dad with that project in the garage. Be responsible or responsibilities will be added to your load to make you responsible.
So there you have it... Pen to the 10 on Discipline. Now, I would love some insight on what worked for you! Leave me some feedback!!!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
On that note, let me welcome you into my fantasy world. I love the city. I have this infatuation with sky scrapers and strips of restaurants, Starbucks on the corner, the baseball stadium blocks away, and the river six blocks east. I have this fantasy of living in a nice suburb with a nice backyard, commuting to work everday, working in a large downtown building, on the 21st floor, with a corner office of course. (It's a fantasy, remember? A girl can dream.)
I see myself as a professional, in a good pair of heels, a pencil skirt, a well tailored button-down, tucked just perfectly into that pencil skirt. I am the modern, young professional. Classy.
Maybe I work as a journalist for a magazine. Yes, that's it! I'm a columnist even.
I see myself skipping out of work a couple hours early to change and get to the ballgame. I see myself going in early, because I am so excited about an article.
I guess it's true. Even people who believe there is much more to aspire for in life than the American Dream innately have an American Dream of their own.
Quite frankly, I'm living a dream, and I just happen to be in America. Sure, I'd love to get to write for a big magazine someday. I'd even take a short stint working in a sky scraper somewhere... but having an amazing family, financially making ends meet, and most importantly, getting to serve Jesus right where I am in exactly the capacity I have been able to, well, that's quite a dream.
I'll be honest, there are times I wish I could freelance for the Evening Call again. It was a short period of my life, but I enjoyed the feature article writing, meeting new people, and being able to get paid to write. I think I'd do the job much better part time rather than full time at this point in my life, but I loved having the opportunity to write about the extraordinary experiences of people around me. (I would be lying if I also didn't mention how much I loved hearing that people appreciated my articles.)
I guess you don't have to be on the 21st floor to have a great view of life.
Monday, March 8, 2010
"10 things I'd like to Ask _____________ "(fill in the blank, A Financial Planner, A Dentist, A Pizza Delivery Boy, etc)
"10 Things I'd like to Say to ____________" (Barack Obama, Miley Cyrus, My Foot Doctor, etc)
"10 Favorite Places to _________________" (Spend Vacation, buy locally etc.)
If you get the drift, it's all lists of ten... some humorous, some serious. Check every Wednesday to see what I put the pen to!
Saturday, March 6, 2010
For example... welcome week one of March. Bryton starts Sunday with this little wheezy cough that effects him mostly at night time, Monday it's a little more severe, Tuesday I have a kid with a runny nose, fever, and who is totally fussy, and Wednesday we find out he had a double ear infection. Rosey.
SO - since I sub, I was already scheduled for Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday of this week. Aaron was nice enough to stay home Wednesday, but said he couldn't do it Thursday, he had work, so I stayed home Thursday.
May I also mention that Thursday I began feeling scratchiness in my own throat and my ears getting plugged up.
Friday I was able to work because Aaron is normally off on Friday. So I went to school, scratchy throat, stuffy ears and all. Not a huge deal because I didn't feel awful.
That is, until today. So, now my goal is, since I'm working Monday, get me better, Bryton better (he's fever free and has been for several days so technically he can go to the sitter, but I don't want to send him feeling awful) and everyone in 'working' condition for next week's work week. So someone explain to me, how do parents juggle full time jobs without taking off of work constantly for their kids illnesses and then their own? I just don't get it.
You know what else I don't get? I've been waiting since December for warm weather, and now that it's here, I can't enjoy it. Grrrrr....
Friday, March 5, 2010
Tonight I had stirred up the perfect recipe for "slip up Alicia."
Hear me out. Back in 2008 when the football team went to state, Aaron and I made the trip to cheer them on, and cheer we did. I, with every stitch of my being, wanted to see those boys win that game. I wanted to see them hit harder, play better, and cry tears of joy. My heart gets wrapped up in the game. However, one thing I did not have at that state game, that, I must add, I did face tonight, was close proximity to the enemy, the other team.
I hate it enough when the other team is a football field away, and I can't make out what they are saying. I hate it even more when they are 3 yards away, and I can make out every murmur.
Fast forward to tonight's game against Murphy. I go as the chaperoning adult. Bleh. Adult. The only seats we can find for the six of us girls are on the Du Quoin side, barely, in the student section. So now I've set myself in "their world". (I must admit, I like it haha).
Again, my natural drive is "go boys, go!" (Not to mention, several of these boys have attended the youth group, either regularly, or from time to time, and to be honest, since I've become a mom, I've become very protective.)
Let me mention now that the game does not go well. At not one point in the game do we lead, and for maybe a 1/3 of the game we were in a single digit deficit.
I think I cheered pretty purely for about two minutes until I heard quite clearly the ripping apart of boys that I knew, and ones that I didn't. After that, I was flailing my arms like the rest of them. I wanted nothing more than to win, just to rub it in their face. Instead, I found it best to leave early (just a minute), knowing that if I had to deal with teenage boys acting their age in the parking lot, I may lose all witness and stoop to their level.
On top of that, I see adults absolutely acting like idiots, which enrages me to the point of wanting to hit them. "You know, ma'am and sir, if you weren't idiots your children probably wouldn't be either, and I wouldn't have to be sitting here biting my tongue in two and trying to remember who I represent. I'm pretty sure you are causing me to stumble."
I'm telling you, it brought out a side of me that I've not seen in so long, that it surprised me when it came out. I, apparently, am very competitive. Which is funny, because I don't have much skill to master anything... which may explain why I don't participate in much. I hate losing and I'm not good enough to win. Well, at least I know that much.
I don't think I "stumbled" tonight, but I was tempted more times that I would like to admit.
I've got to get a grip on this before my kids are old enough to participate, or I might be "that" parent.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
"Listen to your parents, babies. We don't always get it right, and we will not always completely understand how you feel or your situations, yet we have lived and we see your lives through goggles of love that you don't yet understand. Trust us that we want only what is best for you. And when we ask something of you that seems hard or makes little sense, know that we've been praying since before you were born for God to give us wisdom in how we direct you, little ones. Never before have I prayed so fervently for wisdom, but we're trusting God to provide the wisdom in raising you. No task is greater, no job more risky, than raising precious children entrusted to us by God. Don't just do what we say to make us happy. Do the right thing to learn how to do the right thing. Really learn how to show and be love. Here are a few things I'd love from you: -Love Jesus more than you love anything, including mom and dad. Loving Jesus makes all other wisdom fall in place. -Treat people kindly, without exception. That means being kind to those who are different, those who are not kind, those who have not yet gained wisdom. It means not gossiping, shooting dirty looks, or turning a cold-shoulder. -Don't follow the crowd. Be a leader. It shows confidence and strength, even when it's hard. Do not drink, obey laws, obey us as your parents, allow only Jesus to direct and control you. If you feel it's wrong, don't do it. Period. -Don't speak poorly. Your talking should bring life and light where you go. Not darkness. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. -Guard your heart. The world is out to beat it up... to rip it apart. But the world needs your permission. Listen to what you know to be right and follow it. It will be tempting to stray, but don't. There's reward at the end... follow it closely. Save yourself the trouble of having to make your way back. We love you, children, and want only what is best for you. Your successes are more valuable than our own. Your miss-footings more painful. For when you hurt, we hurt. You are our gift and our responsibility, entrusted by God to nurture, love, provide for and lead. He has given to us a love that we can only explain when you, one day, have children. Then our explanation will simply be, "see," and you'll understand. You are loved by us with a love that only our Father can provide. And because of that you will be loved inevitably, unconditionally, whole-heartedly, and from me you will be promised discipline and grace, protection and wisdom, direction and freedom. You are a very special gift in our lives, and you will not be taken for granted.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Now, I didn’t end up putting the winter clothes away just yet. I hate being cold too much. The one day of warm weather we had was enough of a tease to get me thinking sundresses and flip flops, though. I actually bought my first pair of flip flops this year last Thursday. I know, pathetic, right? It really cannot get here soon enough. The grass, the sun, the flowers, the warmth... I am so ready.
And every year while I’m stuck inside going out of my mind I start thinking about our seasons and how much they represent our faith, especially the transition from winter to spring!
Winter is dark and dry for the most part. Sure, you get some snow and rain here and there, but the air is dry, the earth is dry, and my hands are dry. All sign of tree life lay brown and crumpled on the ground... more proof of death. Some animals hibernate during this time of year. It keeps them alive, but it’s the closest they come to dying without actually doing it. Almost all outside vegetation dies for the winter. It is like spiritually being dry, dead, asleep.
Then the spring comes. The rain comes to moisten everything up again. With the moisture and warmth of the sun (or Son) life is reborn. Grass turns green again. Leaves appear on trees. Flowers blossom in every color of the rainbow. Animals come out of hibernation, back to life. It seems as if the world is reborn... rejuvenated, brought to life. It surprises me none that we celebrate Easter at the time in our country where it seems as if all of life is lush and vibrant. No better time to celebrate our lives in the newness of Christ, and most importantly, His resurrection from the dead.