Proud to be a Stay at Home Mom (SAHM)

I just finished reading a blog about stay at home moms written by the husband of a SAHM.  I am inspired!!  I know my SO teases me about the toys everywhere when he gets home but he has seen the path of destruction as I pick toys up the little toddler monster comes behind me and destroys all the neatness.  But he knows I

The biggest complement I got was when we were visiting his Daddy at work he walked over to a sign pointed at the E and said “E” then proceeded to point to the A and say “A”.  He is 20 months old.  I work with him every day with numbers, colors, letters, shapes and so much more.  I treat every moment as a teachable moment.  He can sign more words than he can speak but I haven’t noticed any delay with speech as a lot of times he will say and sign at the same time a word.  When we are out for walks I do “show and tell” with him.  We see flowers and I say the color of the flower and point to it.  A lot of times it sounds like he is trying to copy me.

Do stay home Moms(or Dads) have it easier?  I think it is a wash.  Do I need a break?  Some days I love nap time so I can sneak in a nap too. And the tantrums… oh boy I know we are just getting started but they can be brutal.  Those days I think of how lucky Working moms have it sending their kids to daycare or having child care, someone else gets to deal with it.  Those are the moments the grass is greener, but they are very few and far in between.  I am glad to stay home with my little guy knowing I am teaching him and not a stranger.  For me, the best reward is watching him learn and blossom into such a bright little boy.

Applying High School Math to Current “Invasion” Events

Here is how to apply those high school math skills that most kids say “I will never use this in real life”.  Little did we know we use logic skills all the time.  Here is how it applies to the invasion of Syria Drama.

It makes no sense to attack Syria and defend the same people who are seen as a threat to this nation.  A bit hypocritical if you ask me.  Not to mention that China is against it and we borrow money from them all the time to keep out over paid “lawmakers” in their cozy lifestyle (among other ridiculous spending).

Common logic is:

1. China doesn’t support attacking Syria

2. The US borrows money from China

SO…since 1 and 2 are both true we can conclude:

It is also true that If the US attacks Syria then China will cut off all funding to the US.

Meaning, if we want to keep our nations strong we don’t bite the hand that feeds us!!

Personal viewpoint of Syria and other countries we invade

We need to stay the *F* out of there.  We need to get our men and woman home and work on our own country instead of worrying about other countries business.  Not to mention the potential of World War 3 and they have made NO threats to the United States or the citizens of our great country.  ALSO, what happens if the budget freezes and China won’t lend us more so we can get our troops home.  What then?  I honestly think we need to work on our own country’s issues and problems instead of spending money we don’t have to invade a country that has made no threat to us.  We need to look out for our own and let them work out their own issues.

I mean lets look at it this way … You have sent all your kids to different locations and now there is so much house work to be done you can’t do it all yourself.  You are in debt so far that you can’t afford the cost of aiding all the households your kids are at.  Your kids are going to be exposed to unknown chemical pesticides and could die from exposure.

What would you do?

Bring your kids home.  Then those kids can help around the house, help the family save money and build the family’s infrastructure.  Sounds like common sense when you break it down to a basic family level.


Non Chemical Solution to Bleaching a Porcelain Sink and more…

Cream of Tartar and White Vinegar together make an amazing whitener.

I really should have taken before and after pictures, maybe next time. I have a porcelain sink in the kitchen that had been stained from tea & coffee. Just the normal build up. I wash it out as I do dishes but it doesn’t seem to stop the stains. Since I bathe R in the sink I hate using bleach on it. I had used vinegar and baking soda but it always seemed a little slimy after I rinsed it out.

So I tried Cream of tartar and vinegar. Here is how I did it:

  1. I took my Cream of tartar and shook it into the sink, enough to coat the bottom.
  2. I then took my scrubby part of the sponge and worked it into the sink.
  3. I could see the stains coming up in the color of the cream of tartar. AMAZING
  4. I grabbed the white vinegar and poured a very small amount in the sink and worked it in with the cream of tartar.
  5. I let it sit for a couple of minutes and then rinsed it out.

I was impressed most of the discoloring was gone but it wasn’t until after the sink air-dried that I noticed there were no more stains. Waiting for the air dry to judge the final appearance is worth the wait.  The same solution worked on the stove too.


Playground Crush

Yesterday we were at the mall play area with my mom.  She took him in there while I went to look at something and when I came back Robert had a little girl following him around like a girl in love.  She was about 6 months older than Robert.  She would follow him but when he would get close to a corner of one of the big toy things she would put her hand on his back and help him by it almost like she was a little mother hen.  When they were in the little boat together she would show him how to play on it.  She was too cute, baby love.  LOL

Twas the Night Before the Road Trip

Twas the night before our first epic road trip
Just mommy and an 18 month old toddler
A nice night to curl up in bed
Dream of sugar plums and fairies dancing in my head
With a big yawn and a rub of my eyes
I am sure to get a good night sleep
For in the morning I will rise to the sound of my little guy
Full of energy and ready for adventure
We will surely experience
An epic road trip
Just me and my little guy

Solo with 18 month old Road Trip Prep

I am preparing for a solo 10 hour road trip with my 18 month old son.  Yup, you read the correctly.  Just me and a toddler for 10 hours in a car.

Here is what I have done so far:


  • pouches for fruits/veggies
  • goldfish
  • crackers
  • PBJ sandwiches



  • extra diapers & wipes

I know I have to be missing something… Any suggestions for me so I keep up my sanity?  HAHA

I will blog as we take our journey which starts on Wednesday morning bright and early.

Review: Poseidon’s, Gloucester, Ma

99 Western Ave
Gloucester, MA 01930
(978) 290-4313

Rating: ★★★★★

When I first moved to Gloucester this is where Sean took me for a slice of Pizza on one of our walks to Stage Fort Park.  I loved it.

I am sad to say it has been 2 years since that slice but last night we ordered a Large Greek Salad and a Small Veggie Calzone.  They were super awesome and substituted spinach for the broccoli.  We were told dinner would be here in 30 minute.  It only took 20 minutes to get here (on a Friday night at peak dinner time hours).

IT WAS FABULOUS!!!  It was more than enough food for all 3 of us.  Robert, who was like a bottomless pit, ate everything I put on his tray. Next time we will order the small calzone and a small salad.

I look forward to trying more items off their menu.

24 Hour Flu Fest – Our 3 Day Journey

TMI WARNING – I may share too much information sometimes getting a bit graphic (but with humor of course) and gross (its puke, of course it is gross).  Read on, laugh or have sympathy but know We survived (obviously).

DAY 1: “Robert Started It”

At about 12 am Memorial day I heard Robert stirring.  I laid my head back down because he will normally go right back to sleep.  About 15 minutes later I heard the saddest cry ever so I went in and he was standing there with his hands up.  I made our bed on the floor with a big blanket and some pillows.  As soon as I put him on the floor and laid down he was curled up next to me.  When he was almost asleep I put him back in his crib and I laid back down next to him.  He was whiney in his own little 16 month old way but not crying more like complaining.  Then I hear a gagging sound.  My first instinct is to check him, he looked ok and then check all his animals that sleep with him, all were intact.  A sigh of relief, he was not choking.  As my mind wrapped around this thought the first explosion occurred.  I quickly scooped him up and with that came the vomit shower for mommy.  This was my first ever “real” baby puke.  It took everything for me not to get sick at the same time I was covered in puke but managed to somehow keep it off of him.  What amazed me most was how full of energy he was after he threw up.  I let him play for a bit and when he signed “eat” I got him some applesauce thinking that would be ok for his tummy.  OH BOY!! I was not expecting the applesauce shower I got.  Little did I know this was the beginning of hours of puke, rest, play and repeat.  It was a rough night.  He fell asleep around 4:30am and slept until about 7am.  He woke up and vomited a little more almost on instinct.  A few hours later I was able to get him to take his morning nap so I ran to the store got some saltines crackers and Pedialyte.  The store didn’t have any clear non-flavored Pedialyte.  My choices were grape or strawberry.  I went with the strawberry flavor since I knew Robert loves strawberries and hoped it wasn’t gross.  He drank it down no problem and it worked great.  Sean and I spent the day running up and down 3 flights of stairs doing multiple loads of laundry as Robert made a mess puking up what ever he was given.  As the day was coming to an end he was good as new by bedtime.

DAY 2: “What did Mommy do to deserve this?”

It was my turn to feel the wrath of vomit and diarrhea.  I woke up feeling a little warm but fine.  I got Robert and Sean breakfast and coffee, our normal morning routine.  Sean left for work, Robert went down for his morning nap so I decided to nap too.   I was down for about 10 minutes when I didn’t feel good so I went to the bathroom and out it came.  I felt a little better but as soon as I sat on the bed I had to run to the bathroom again.  My day was going down hill fast.  I called Sean and told him to throw out the lunch I made him because I was throwing up.  He asked if I wanted him to come home and I said “no, I should be fine” because at that point I thought I would be fine.  Every 5 minutes it was back and forth to and from the bathroom.  Robert woke up from his nap, I went and got him and that is when I realized how bad this was going to get.  I couldn’t even finish a diaper change.  (puke and dirty diapers don’t mix well)  I got him out to the living room and couldn’t get in the bath room fast enough.  Robert came behind me, leaned his head on my back and patted gently.  OMG  He was trying to make me feel better how I try with him.  My heart melted and I puked some more.  After about 2 more hours of the puke and diarrhea fest I was having I was weak.  I tried flat ginger ale to calm my tummy and one small sip made me hurl even harder.  I was sitting on the floor watching Robert play with his toys and then he walked unassisted across the room to give me a hug.  I thought I was hallucinating but he did it again and again 5 to 10 steps at a time.  As I continued to feel worse and it got closer to Robert’s lunch time I realized I didn’t have the strength to make him lunch or even change his diaper.  I broke down, called Sean at work and asked him to come home.  On top of being so sick I felt like a failure as a Mommy because I had to ask Sean to come home.  He stopped and got me some Pepto Bismol on his way home.  I was feeling like I was dying.  All that was coming up at this point was stomach acid and lining.  And there couldn’t possibly be anything left in my intestines but it kept coming.  I tried the Pepto Bismol and laid down.  NOPE Didn’t work…  I was no sooner laying down than popping up and running for the bath room.  One positive, the Pepto Bismol sure did make the puke taste better coming up.  I was on repeat a seemingly endless loop.  By 4:30pm I decided to try an ounce of the little guys pedialyte thinking maybe that would help but no such luck.  Sean got Robert ready for bed but he didn’t want to sleep.  he kept crying even when Sean went in and made the floor bed and laid down.  I got up, went in and laid down on the floor with them.  Robert calmed down and laid next to me.  As soon as I could scoop him up and put him in his crib I did.  He was out like a light.  We went back to the living room and I was feeling very thirsty so I tried a little more ginger ale.  It stayed down and I added a cracker.  No more vomit.  I was up and down most of the night with diarrhea but by morning I was still a little weak but I felt like I just had the best body detox ever.  I felt “clean” on the inside.

DAY 3: “Daddy Cheated…”

We got up and Sean asks “did your lips feel funny before you got sick?”  I replied “nope just really warm then it came.”  We started our morning routine and as I went to make Sean his coffee I thought maybe I should see if he wants ginger tea.  I could hear the shower going and as I went to knock on the door I hear it…  The sound of sickness taking over his body and that answered my question.  Poor guy.  Robert laughed every time Sean was puking.  Where was my sweet boy who put his head on my back and patted me?  I have to admit it was kind of funny to see him giggling and made me wonder if every time I puked with the door closed if he did the same thing to me.  I put Robert down for his nap and got Sean as comfortable as possible.  As soon as Robert woke up we were out of there to give Sean some healing time.  He called me at about 1pm to ask if I can bring more Edy’s Outshine Fruit Bars.  I asked him how he felt and he said “sicky but ok.  I cheated”.  Cheated??  “How do you cheat at vomiting” I asked.  He said “I stuck my finger down my throat.”  When we got home he was just relaxing and I asked how he was doing and how his tummy was.  He told me he was feeling a little better and was able to eat some of the fruit bars while we were gone.

Breastfeeding Feelings – self weaning… baby weaning… Emotional times…

It has been a long breastfeeding journey.  I have gone through herbal treatment after herbal treatment.  I have a nice regimen of herbal teas and supplements.  I had gotten so I was able to pump about 8oz of milk a day (pumping 3-5 times a day) but the last few days I have only gotten about 5 oz a day in 3 pumping sessions.  I don’t know if it is hormones adjusting but it makes me sad to know that my herbal regimen might be starting to fail and my body is building a tolerance to them.

I am sad to think that my milk producing days are coming to an end.  Robert has been much more independent the last few days and not asking to nurse.  I know 16 months is a good run to breastfeed but my heart breaks thinking that this is the first time, and not the last, that I feel my little guy doesn’t need me as much.  I know he needs me in new ways but it is still an adjustment.

Then I wonder is this going to be the feeling I have for all major milestones?  I miss the days of cuddling him and watching his little face go from hungry to content to full and blissfully in a milk coma.  It is the most peaceful look I have ever seen.  Now I have to sneak into his room while he sleeps to catch a glimpse of that peaceful look.

My little boy and my body are in sync no matter how much I try to pump…  ::BIG SIGH::