Adventures in mommyhood?

Just some random thoughts for the day.  Scott laughs at my comments and says that I'm going to relate to that Trace Adkins' song, "You're going to miss this," pretty soon.  Me?  I'm not so sure that I will miss ALL of this!

Thought 1:  Dreams

When I was coaching, I would dream about games.  I'd dream about my pitchers and situations...  Last night, I dreamt about laundry detergents.  I've had vivid dreams about taking coupons to the store.  And I'll keep dreaming about the same thing all night since I'm in my very-pregnant-rotisserie-chicken method of sleeping (where I have to roll over every hour).  I'm not really sure what that says about my life or the things that occupy my thoughts...

My dear husband, taking a nap with Tina.  He hasn't had any interruptions to his sleep during this pregnancy.

Thought 2:  Kids and their eating habits

When Elizabeth started eating solid food, she ate everything in site.  I have never felt so good about my cooking!  

I remember her gobbling down a plate of beef stirfry one night that I was sure would be rejected.  So at what point did my child begin to form an opinion...and what makes it change DAILY?!  Take last night, for instance.  I heated some cabbage and noodles from the freezer and added kielbasa - which I thought would be mild enough to be like hot dogs for her.  She likes hot dogs...she likes noodles...I thought this would be a great dinner.  As soon as it hit the high chair, she crinkled her nose and pointed to the rolls.  She did the same thing the other night when I made spaghetti with shells (because I had them in the pantry) instead of regular noodles.  It's as if we've developed an "I don't trust it if I don't recognize it" mentality that only applies to the high chair.  Because Lord help me if something falls to the floor that she can get her grubby mitts on later...or if she can get something (anything!) out of the dogs' bowls.  I realize I am not the only mommy to have trials at the table, but it doesn't make it any less frustrating!  So I've decided to just ride the rollercoaster and see what the meal of the moment might be.  We went to Publix after we left the gym today and they had samples of clementines set out.  My daughter ate two whole pieces and kept asking for more.  So I bought a box and we'll see how this goes!

Thought 3:  Nesting

Since I am now home for most of the day, this has become my obsession...and I am slowly passing that onto my child.  With the help of my husband, I have organized the baby closet and also moved my "pantry," which was stationed in the garage, to the top of my cupboard shelves so I can see what I have and food doesn't freeze.

We clean daily - which is necessary with two dogs - but also because I can't stand to see dirt on the wood floors.  So back to this impact on my child.  The dust rags are stored at her level and several times a day, she'll get them out and begin her dusting - the couch, her books, the coffee table, the dogs (who HATE to be dusted).  When I vaccuum, she follows behind me, holding the cord.  Yesterday was bathroom cleaning day and she was kind of half paying attention to me and half playing in her room.  So I cleaned the toilets and sprayed down the shower and walked to the kitchen to grab the Clorox wipes.  I walked to the kitchen and back...I did not pass Go, did not collect $200... And on my way up the hall, I hear the tell tale "splash, splash, splash"... Then I see my child, elbow-deep in the toilet, no doubt cleaning it.  As soon as she saw me, she slammed the lid down - busted.  And we proceeded to scrub her hands in the sink.  When it came to wiping down the shower, she saw that I had the rag out and was washing everything off, so she ran to her room and grabbed a washcloth, came back in the bathroom, and wiped everything down behind me. 

I continuously ask Scott whether this is the smartest idea for me to have such an influence on our children...

Ok, 3 thoughts for the day are good enough.