January 2015

6 posts

Like a puppet on a string
If you saw a job posting in a window that says this, would you apply?
Or if you got called into an interview and everything is going well however you will get paid, NOTHING?
Would you take this job?
Probably not or at least I hope not.
When I took went to school for design, not all of my family supported the idea. I still took this field because I wanted to look back at my life and love my job and still get paid to do so.
This job has long hours just like everyone. It has it’s ups and downs and frustrating days. Just like any other job. So when I see or hear people saying they want someone to help them do some job without pay, it surprises me.
Would you work for free in hopes to be paid whenever or would you just look for another job that actually pays?
Your time is valuable, just like everyone else. It would be nice to be treated as such.

Olivia & Bobo

Ah Olivia & Bobo friend. Her little hippo friend. I thought I would be fine having her travel on a trip to see my parents last summer without Bobo. I was wrong. I was only when my husband tried to test to see how well she can do sleeping without Bobo.

I wanted to put Bobo in the wash and gave her a different toy to sleep with. She threw her toy on the other side of the bed and cried for about 45 minutes until I said to my husband, “Okay, you made your point.”

I learned my lesson. She chose her childhood toy and they are inseparable. During bedtime, she will look for her little friend. If he’s not there she let’s us know no matter the time of day or nite.

My husband made sure, Bobo had a twin friend when he is in need of major bath time. Good job daddy! I would normally have to sneak to switch them when she isn’t looking. It can be tricky but it needs to be done to stop my eye from twitching. Ha!

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The Family Photo

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What NOT to say to a pregnant lady: Good old Comparison

I remember I was talking to one of my family members about my pre-pregnancy weight and how much I was at the end of my pregnancy.

To which she replied, “I didn’t weight THAT much back when I was pregnant.” then proceeded further with how much she gained and how I was bigger than she was.

No one really comments on people’s weight since talking about body image is a sensitive subject. I don’t get how those mannerism’s go out the window while a woman is pregnant. I know some people can brush it off, but I was a bit more sensitive than that.

I think there should be a pregnant lady pass where you can say whatever is on your mind and people have to let it go due to the fact that you’re pregnant.

 

Sharing time…an awww moment

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We are expecting our second child soon and I was researching for months to learn how to prepare my toddler for the big change. We already moved her out of her crib into a toddler bed and put the crib in storage until it it gets closer to the due date.

People suggested to keep on talking about the baby so she will know what is going on.

I didn’t think it would work. I still try to show her the baby in the belly. I ask if she can say, “Hi to the baby.” She says, “Hi” and touches my belly then proceeds to touch my husbands belly. It’s cute.

I don’t think she truly understands and won’t until we bring the new baby home.

To my surprise during our snack time, she was sharing her grapes with me then got one and put it on my belly. I said, “Are you trying to share your snack with the baby?”

To which she replied, “Ya. Share.”

Even if she doesn’t fully understand, when she shared her snack, it melted my heart.
She always surprises me.

I love my little girl so much and I know she will be a wonderful sister.

The Terrible Almost 2’s

It happens out of no where. The Terrible 2’s but in my case, it’s the Terrible Almost 2’s.
She just started understanding new words, saying “Mommy” and “Please”. We would go out to mommy and me classes without meltdowns or tantrums. She would get dressed, get in the car or stroller without a fight.

All of the sudden, out of no where, it begins. The constant tantrum’s, the word, “NOOOOOO!” for everything. The squirming, the running, the screaming, the crying, the numerous time out’s. It was just out of no where. I thought to myself, “Where am I going wrong here?” and “What happened to my little girl?”

I thought she was just having an off day, but nope. This time, it is the stage of the “terrible two’s”…

Each day is exhausting. Waiting until 5 for my husband comes home (if he doesn’t work overtime) seems like it takes forever. And if I’m lucky, she will take a nap without putting up a fight.

I never realize how exhausting it is. If this is a preview of the teenage years, I will have to be hiding in my room crying with a bowl of ice cream dreaming of when I will oneway be “cool” again in my daughter’s eyes.

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