Some stuff in my head

SHOES

Yesterday afternoon was the commute home from hell.  Traffic and ATMs shorting me money and dragging Silas in and out of different establishments trying to get my errands run and grocery shopping done.  

It was awful, and I accidentally taught Silas the word idiot when I got cut off in traffic.

To make matters worse, Silas takes his shoes off every time we get in the car.  Even if we get in and out of the car 30 times in a day, he takes his shoes off every. furking. time.  So, then I have to put shoes on him 30 different times, but only after I've hunted them down first.  

Jailyn did it too, but she listened better than Silas, so if you told her, "hey, we're getting out in two seconds, please don't take your shoes off", she complied.  

Silas just throws them at my head if I try that with him.

Why with the shoes?  

And scale of 1-10, how trashy am I if I just say "f- it!" and duct tape them to his feet?

CRAVINGS

You know what I craved when I was pregnant with Silas?  Jack in the box tacos (for breakfast) and Eatzi's salads and anyone's guacamole.  All readily available and inexpensive, right?

You want to know what I crave with this baby?  Steak and seafood.

Um, high maintenance little child in there, how do you propose I make room in the budget for steak three times a week?

And seafood?  I'm not even supposed to eat much in that family while you're in there.  However, YOU seem hell bent on making me want lobster and shrimp every other day.

So, amazingly enough, both of my children are making me a tiny bit crazy lately.

THIRTY

I turned 30.

Friday night I cried about it.  By Sunday, I was fine.  By Monday, I was downright thrilled to have left my twenties behind.

They sucked.  Good riddance. 

BIG BOY BED

It's time for Silas to give up the crib (because I don't want to buy another...because I'm cheap).

This week started the transition process to the (free to me) toddler bed.

Monday night at bedtime, he did perfect.  He was excited, and he didn't get up once.  

Around 3:30 a.m., I heard "mommy!" and lots of crying coming from his general direction.  So, I stumbled to the living room and found him roaming around in the dark looking for me.  He'd had a nightmare about a spider.  I had to check his bed for spiders (there were none) and tuck him back in.  He stayed and drifted back off to sleep.

Last night, he was not getting back in that spider-infested bed.  So, I had to check it for spiders again and read an extra story and leave the hall light on.  And then I had to listen to him cry for 13 solid minutes.  "Mommy, something's wrong!  Mommy!  Read me another story!  Mommy!  Mommy!  Mommy!  Mommy!", etc.

It. was. excruciating. 

He got up twice, but I returned him to bed and tucked him back under the covers.  

It must be done at some point, so we'll see what tonight holds.