My Husband Has the Patience Of A Greek God

Okay, so maybe not a Greek God because from what I read they try to kill each other in a microsecond, but it sounded good didn't it? Not to mention I am reading the Dark Hunter Series by Sherrilyn Kenyon and Greek Gods have been on my mind lately. But my husband has the most patience I ever seen, especially in a man.

It is something I really admire about him, the extent of which amazes me everyday. While I am tearing my hair out, screaming in my head, and crying because Tristan will not go to sleep at 2AM he will come in, calmly pick him up out of my arms, "ssshhhh" him and rock him back to sleep.

I guess that is why he is my lobster:

The mac to my cheese
The peanut butter to my jelly
The pop to my tart
The rock to my star
The M to my M
The lucky to my charms
The snoop to my dogg
The key to my board

Ok, so I could go on forever......just one more!

The Ben to my Jerry :)

oh wait!

The Chunky to my Monkey
The Phish to my Food

Haha that opened up a whole new door.

Long story short....I LOVE MY HUSBAND!

Tristan's 1st Birthday Party-The Decor

I spent a lot of time visualizing Tristan's party decor, color combination, and theme. In the end I was very happy with the way it turned out. My amazing best friend put together a perfect banner that brought everything together. The marshmallow propellers and rock candy were a huge hit with the kids. I didn't go too over the top with it all which I am really happy about.

A Poem For My Son On His 1st Birthday

1 Year ago today baby

You came into this world

You made mommy and daddy so happy

and filled us with more love than we have ever known.

Watching you grow and learn is the most amazing thing

From finding your toes to wearing your walking shoes

Our life is complete with you baby

and it just would not be the same with out you.

Today we celebrate your very first birthday son

We cherish our past memories and anxiously await our future ones.

It is a very special day, your birthday

For today is the day we were given the miracle that is you

I hope you enjoy your first birthday baby

but there are many more to come.

Each one just as special as your very first one. 

Wordless Wednesday

Fine Art

I like to see myself as maybe Da Vinci, and the party I throw the Mona Lisa. I am an artist skilfully planning and executing a perfect party. Each brushstroke completing and enhancing a beautiful masterpiece. Am I crazy? Yes, yes I am.

I am pretty sure Tristan doesn't care that the plates are Caribbean blue and the streamers are Ice blue, but it drives Mommy BONKERS! Yep, I go crazy because of the slightest change in pigment.

ME: "Yes I know they look almost identical in this light but if you take them out into the sun it's like day and night!"

SANE PERSON:"But Brittnie it's going to be inside anyway."

ME: (Insert crazy scary party monster here) "BUT the sun WILL hit them at 2:38PM and then the world will see they are two different blues!"

That is the kind of crazy I am. But weren't some of the best artists crazy too? From cutting their own ears off to trying to own Neverland, most artists have some quirk that makes them nuts.

At least my crazy doesn't involve blood or changing skin color.

SEE I TOLD YOU THEY WERE DIFFERENT!

Childhood Doesn’t Wait

Childhood Doesn’t Wait

(Author Unknown)

I was sitting on a bench
while in a nearby mall,
When I noticed a young mother
with two children who were small.

The youngest one was whining,
“Pick me up,” I heard him beg
but the mother’s face grew angry
as the child clung to her leg.

“Don’t hang on to me,” she shouted
as she pushed his hands away,
I wish I’d had the courage
to go up to her and say…

“The time will come too quickly
when those little arms that tug,
Won’t ask for you to hold them
or won’t freely give a hug.

“The day will sneak up subtly
just as it did with me,
When you can’t recall the last time
that your child sat on your knee.

“Like those sacred, pre-dawn feedings
when we cherished time alone
Our babies grow and leave behind
those special times we’ve known.

“So when your child comes to you
with a book that you can share,
Or asks that you would tuck him in
and help him say his prayer…

“When he comes to sit and chat
or would like to take a walk,
Before you answer that you can’t
`cause there’s no time to talk”
Remember what all parents learn
so many times too late,
That years go by too quickly
and that childhood doesn’t wait.

“Take every opportunity,
if one should slip away
Reach hard to get it back again,
don’t wait another day.”
I watched that mother walk away
her children followed near,
I hope she’ll pick them upbefore her chances disappear.

The B.S. That Is Self Soothing

Our society has this huge hang up on babies learning to self soothe. I don't understand it. I find lots of problems with this expectation of self soothing.

1. Their just babies. If they had the cognitive ability to self soothe they would have the cognitive ability to use logic and other complex matters of the brain. They only know the basic needs of survival: eat, sleep and touch/warmth.

2. They have just experienced a extremely traumatizing event...birth. They are pulled from a world completely set up for them. Perfect temperature, always being cradled and rocked, soothing sounds and most of all always nourished. You then take them and put them in a world set up for you. "Your not hungry yet, it hasn't been three hours." "You can't sleep with me, you need to sleep in your cold room alone." "I can't hold you, you will be spoiled." "So what if you cry, your fed and changed and just woke up from nap and I have dishes to do." All of a sudden these babies went from everything being satisfied to now they have to scream and cry to get satisfaction and you ignore their screams and cries in order to get them to self soothe.

3. Do you self soothe? Last time I checked I don't. When I am upset and crying I want a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen to me. Why should I expect any less of my child?

Treat your child like a little person, a mini you. Put yourself in their shoes and see how you would feel being treated that way. Babies are not little robots to be programmed or dogs to be trained. They are humans to be taught, nurtured, and loved.