It was bound to happen.  HJ got sent to time out for the first time.  What could a little 16 month old possibly get in trouble for you ask?  He was hitting me.  And refused to stop.  When I told him no, he would hit more.  So I did the “If you do that one more time, you are going to TIME OUT.”


He had to sit in the corner on his stool.  But he was so stinking cute, that I had to take a picture.

He gave me puppy dog eyes the whole time and then gave me the biggest hug!  Oh it is impossible to be mad at that little lovebug!

The same day, he also pooped in the tub and threw his toothbrush in the toilet.  Also, a bit of advice, don’t mop your floors and then serve a toddler spaghetti.

HJ and I had a busy weekend!  Tonight will be our first night at home, just the 2 of us, since last Wed., yikes!!!

My sister and her kids came to visit for the weekend.  So Friday night, the WHOLE family went to OP for pizza.  Hawaiian pizza.  My favorite.  HJ loved it too, he also loved bread sticks anddd seeing his aunt and cousins. 

Saturday morning, HJ and I quickly got a little housework in (he LOVES sweeping), a quick grocery run in and ran to the doctor for an ear infection (poor baby)/picked up a prescription!  All before meeting the family at 10:30 to go to Hartman Reserve for the Annual Pancake Breakfast.  I had been talking this event up for weeks to the family.  Mainly because I love pancakes.  So do other people apparently.  The line to eat was an estimated 1.5 hours.  With 3 little pancake hungry little ones, we knew waiting in the cold would not be a good idea.  Nana decided we should go to Waffle Stop.  That way the kids could still have pancakes.

We ordered WAY too much food.  Pancakes, waffles, cinnamon rolls, eggs, hashbrowns, sausage, coffee, juice, HOLY SMOKES.  My meal alone came on 3 plates.  My niece and nephew ate their pancakes in about 2 minutes and were ready to go.  HJ is a bit different.  He nibbled a few bites, looked around, shoved half a pancake in, talked to the workers…

The rest of the family loaded into the cars, while HJ and I sat and nibbled some more.  He wasn’t quite ready to go.  Eventually, I got HJ to head out.  We ran to my parents house, where HJ settled into his crib and my sis, dad and myself went out to do some “house stuff” for me.

Then back to Nana and Papa’s to play and make dinner.  HJ and I finally left right before his bedtime.  The next morning, HJ and I got up and went back to Nana and Papa’s for a yummy breakfast (almost Waffle Stop quality!) and hung out with the cousins until they had to leave.  It is so much fun watching how much more HJ is interacting with his cousins.  He is such a “kid” now!!

After an afternoon nap, HJ, Nana and myself went to Gallagher-Bluedorn to see a play!  Giggle, Giggle, Quack.  I had no expectations for how HJ would be at the show.  I figured we MIGHT make it 10 minutes.  BUT!  He surprised me!  He watched the show!  He laughed!  He clapped!  He waved to the actors!  He even did the “sign” for more when the duck did a silly dance!  He didn’t get restless until the last 5 minutes!  I WAS SO PROUD!

After the play, we went to great grandma and grandpa’s for dinner.  HJ  decided he had enough and was almost falling asleep in his high chair.  It was time for our family filled weekend to come to an end.  He fell asleep on the drive home.  Then again when I got him ready for bed.  Poor tired punkin’.

Family time is always fun, but I am definitely ready for a night at home with my baby!!

Daycare was a huge decision for me as a mom.  I started looking when I was about 14 weeks pregnant, because I wanted to find the “perfect” in home spot for my little punkin’.

While I was searching, I came across a cute in-home just 2 blocks away from my West Des Moines apartment.  She was nice, supportive and a neat freak.  I just knew my handsome lil man would love her.  Once I started back to work, I went through a phase where I could not stand being away from him.  I hated every second.  Some other women holding, feeding and changing HJ…ugh.  After about 2 weeks, I still had this strange feeling something wasn’t right.  I told myself I was just being a paranoid mom and to ignore it.

That is when Daycare Lady (DCL) started sending me texts at work saying “he won’t take a bottle because you breastfeed” “he needs to be held all the time, you spoil him”.  As a new mom, these are not texts you like to get at work.  So I would start crying and call to check on my baby.

DCL always said how difficult HJ was.  Most demanding baby ever.  Will never take breastfed kids after this.  So needy.  Now it was really bothering me.  Everyone else had always told me how easy HJ was and how lucky I am.  I even had friends give him bottles to make sure he wasn’t really refusing them (which he took completely fine).

My motherly instincts were starting to kick in, but I still thought I might be overreacting.

While sitting at work one day I received a text, yes a text (and no, she was not a 15 year old girl) that said “I can’t handle him anymore I am giving you my two weeks” I jumped out of my desk and left my office.  What could a 15 week old baby have possibly done to make a person (and a daycare provider at that) say something like that?  Apparently he had be crying and upset all day.

I was livid.  I quickly went to her house and stormed in.  I grabbed my baby and said “that was not an appropriate thing to send over text.  If you need to talk to me you can call me and have a conversation”.  I took HJ to the doctor right away, because something was not right.  The doctor diagnosed him with an ear infection.  So that is why he had been crying.  Poor baby was in pain.  I called DCL to tell her the diagnosis.  She followed up by saying “well maybe we can work it out then” No.  If you can not handle a 15 week old, you will not be watching my child.

I found a friend to babysit for the next couple of weeks.  I went from daycare to daycare, but was a little hesitant about any place due to my first experience.  I finally settled on one.  After being there for 1 day HJ started sleeping through the night.  After 3 days new DCL said “He is one of the easiest babies I have ever had”.  I really wanted her to call old, evil DCL and tell her that.

I now know, as a mother, trust those instincts.  I wish I would have taken him out of that daycare right away.  Thinking about what he went through those first few months still brings me to tears.

I am lucky that my parents love little HJ to bits and were very excited when I asked them to watch him over night on Saturday!  Meaning, I got to have a night out.

Two of my good college friends, Danielle and Allison, wanted to hit up the old college stomping grounds.  They arrived on Saturday, and wasted no time at heading to the OP for some bread sticks.  A college dietary staple. 

After that, we went down to Main Street.  The search was on for a wedding veil for Danielle.  Unfortunately, the wedding store is quite small and was completely taken over with high school girls pushing and shoving us around for prom dresses.  And HJ almost knocked over a display.  Coffee was needed. 

We then went to a cute little coffee shop on the corner of first and main.  We took over a couch area, and HJ loved sitting by the window and waving to everyone and everything.  It was nice to get caught up and also having them get to know my sweet guy (they had not seen him in quite some time!).

Then, it was time to say goodbye to HJ and get ready for our night.  Of course, I was sad and felt guilty.  But a Raspberry Mojito at Montage made me feel almost back to normal.  We had an awesome dinner and amazing desert (chocolate souffle!!!!), and then decided to hit up Toad’s for the next round of beverages.  This is where we learned we are clearly getting old.  Danielle brought up the fact that she would be totally cool with just heading back to my house to hang out.  So we finished up our drinks and went home at 10:30 to just lounge around and talk.

Not quite a wild and crazy night out…

But, sometimes catching up is better when you can relax on the couch in sweatpants 🙂

And of course, we went to Waffle Stop in the morning to get coffee…and the best cinnamon roll I have ever had.  Seriously.

I decided last night that I am done being sick this winter.  HJ and I had a long discussion about germs, hand washing, no kissing kids at daycare and no eating things off the floor.  We both agreed it would be best to remain healthy the rest of the year.

After a lovely 24 hour flu bug, I am feeling better, not 100%, but on the way.  I also was put on numerous meds and HJ is still on his neb treatments….my house is looking like a pharmacy and I am sure my insurance deductible will be paid off in no time this year.  BUT I am refusing to get sick anymore and HJ was cool with that too, so cheers to a healthy 2011!!

I was lucky enough that “Nana” came to our rescue on Tuesday and was able to get HJ out the door.  Later in the day she brought me soup and Gatorade and even stayed until HJ was tucked into bed.  She came back yesterday to pick the little man up from daycare, but I was feeling much better and spent the evening laying on the floor while HJ ran laps around me.  Literally.

And, I have to be completely better for this weekend.  Two of my favorite people are coming to visit me and I have not seen them in a long time!  We are looking forward to a girls night out on main street in Cedar Falls, and I have to be in tip-top shape for that 🙂

I have lived in Cedar Falls for a while now, and realize I pay a ridiculous amount for rent.  I pay more in rent then I could be spending on a mortgage.  Therefore, I am officially house hunting.

The first thing I noticed is I have expensive taste.  Champagne taste on a beer budget, ugh.  The other thing is, the housing market in CF is one of the few places in the county where it has not been affected by the recession…meaning there aren’t great deals.

My realtor/2nd cousin took me out the other weekend.  We went to places like and and and a few others.  The first one was really cute and old.  And too expensive…and it is now sold.  The second one was a nice new condo, but had no storage and I would have to go outside the building to let the dog out (not convenient).  The third one was redone really nice, but had no yard or garage.

Three strikes.

My lease is up at the end of June, and I know I could extend it, but I would love to find a cute little place in a nice neighborhood.  In my price range.  That’s not too much to ask, is it?

About a month before HJ’s first birthday, I decided I really wanted him to learn to point to his nose.  He had belly button down, and I thought it was time to move on.  For weeks I would point to my nose, his nose, the dog’s nose.  Every meal I would point over and over and say “nose, nose…”.  And he pretty much ignored me.  This went on for about a month.  Then one day my mom said she had been working on it with him, and he that when she said “point to your eyes” he pointed to his eyes so hard, that he poked himself in the eye!  This was news to me, I could only get HJ to point to his belly button!  I finally brought it up to his daycare, Miss K.  I explained to her how I had been working so hard, but little HJ just couldn’t get it.

Miss K gave me a strange look and started laughing.  She then proceeded to tell me that HJ eagerly participates in the entire Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes song.  She started singing and HJ looked at me with a silly expression and started laughing.  Sure enough, not only could he point to his nose, but also his eyes, ears and mouth.  HJ was definitely tricking me at home.