August 2014 Goals

August 2014 Goals

I’m not exactly what you’d call a goal-setter. And it has only become worse since having a kid. Because, let’s face it, he’s in charge. I’m just along for the loud, dirty, smelly ride.

But I thought maybe next month I’d get a little crazy and take charge of things. Set some goals. Make things happen. Be productive. Maybe put pants without an elastic waistband on. LOL J/K. I’m totally wearing yoga pants for the rest of my life.

But I think I can accomplish most of this stuff without “real” clothes on anyway (I hear a positive attitude is really helpful in accomplishing your goals).

Trish’s 10 Goals for August

1. Wake up early to torture myself with Insanity at least 4 days a week. The official schedule has you torturing yourself 6 days a week, but there’s only so much of that I can handle at 5am.

2. Take a picture everyday. I’ve really been slacking in the photography department. Sometimes I go days without taking the camera out and then I spot her peeking out from her bag, looking all lonely and neglected. It’s sad. She deserves better.

3. Go on at least four family outings. And not just to Target to look at the clearance stuff. Although, I will always maintain that’s fun for the whole family.

4. Clean and organize the basement. When we moved into this house in November, there was a lot of this going on: “I don’t know where this should go. I’ll just stick it in this box. Now I have this box full of junk and I don’t know where to put it.” And so, all those boxes of random treasures ended up in the basement. And I’m sick of looking at them.

5. Weather permitting, take Wyatt for a walk every day. Apparently my kid did not inherit my homebody tendencies. He loves to get out and point excitedly at things. Like mailboxes and empty candy wrappers and fences. How can I deny him these simple pleasures?

6. Incorporate vegetables into every meal. For the sake of my health and the jeans that are bursting at the seams, this is for the best.

7. Purge my wardrobe. I have a lot of clothes that I keep convincing myself I’m going to wear again. Yeah, you really might wear that skirt again that’s as old as your college diploma. It doesn’t fit anymore and will never be in style ever again, but sure, keep the faith! Maybe instead of saying “purge my wardrobe” I should say “spend two hours crying and suffering through painful internal conflict while I put old clothes into a trash bag and take them down the Salvation Army” instead?

8. Have a date night. And not just to Target to look to look at all the clearance stuff. What? THAT CAN TOTALLY BE A DATE.

9. Read 4 books. I am crazy for thinking I’m actually going to have time to read 4 books. But I figured if I aimed high I might get close. Or I might end the month still trying to get through one chapter without  a toddler slapping me in the face. Either one of those.

10. Organize and backup photos. I was doing SO well at keeping up with all my photos. They were uploaded, edited, organized, backed up, and shared on Facebook. I was machine. Then my kid started walking and talking and slapping me in the face for reasons I’m still unclear about. Anyway, it’s just really hard to dodge toddler assaults and be organized. I’m going to try this month though.

What about you? Got any amazing goals for August? Or tips on how to protect myself from a toddler? I will take those as well.

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June photo-a-day

Really, I should call it June took-a-photo-when-i-felt-like-it-because-i-was-busy-and-or-lazy.

But I’m in love with a few of the shots I got.

Here are my favorites:

Joy

And I sure did have one of those elephant ears. It was fried, buttery, and delicious.

Photo a day - Joy

Doing

Sitting at my mom’s kitchen table pondering life. Or eating pancakes. Either one.

Photo a day - Doing

Family

My grandma cuddling her great-grandson. Heart sufficiently melted.

Photo a day - Family

Ordinary

A half-dead bush that still manages to bring some beauty into the world. I’ll try to remember that when I’m old and half-dead.

Photo a day - Ordinary

The beginning

You see, it could either be the start of a chicken, or an omelet.

Photo a day - The beginning

Pastel

I’d like to say no Smarties were harmed in the making of this photograph, but I tripped and accidentally sent them flying over the side of the deck. I am…amazing.

Photo a day - Pastel

What June looks like…

In Minnesota when it’s been raining and you don’t mow the grass for 3 weeks. I think Dewey likes his daily jungle adventures.

Photo a day - What June looks like

Delight

First popsicle. His technique was a little off, but he got the job done.

Photo a day - Delight

Do you participate in any photo-a-day challenges? I’d love to hear about them!

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A glimpse of May

I’m not even going to get into how it’s already June. Nope. I’m going to live in denial about how fast the year is going. At least until Christmas.

So here’s a glimpse of May.

I took a lot of pictures of the back of my kid’s head. It’s a good thing he’s got such cute curls.

Curly toddler hair

I managed to get some of the front of his face too. It only took 100,000 pictures to get a few good ones.

A glimpse of May

A glimpse of May

I also realized we might need to address screen addiction. Maybe. I don’t know. If he starts letting me go to the bathroom by myself I might just let him stare at any screen he wants.

A glimpse of May

A glimpse of May

A glimpse of May

I admired the only colorful thing in our yard while I thought really hard about going out for flowers to plant. Spoiler: I went for ice cream instead.

Purple flower

I got new pajamas on clearance. Or as I like to call them, clothes I don’t mind getting soggy cracker rubbed into.

A glimpse of May

My parents came for a visit, which made both of these guys pretty happy.

Grandpa and grandson

And Wyatt got his first taste of s’mores.

S'mores face

And played with bubbles.

Toddler playing with bubbles

We got a new lawn boy. I think we overpaid him though. He got done and the yard didn’t look any different.

Toddler mower

And because I can’t seem to get through a month without a gnome photo shoot:

Gnome with negative space

So, how was your May?

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Bubbles and S’mores

Bubbles and S'mores

Our weekend was filled with so much fun. My parents came for a visit (we can’t seem to keep those suckers away from us) so we spent a lot of time hanging out. And eating, of course. Where the Adams clan goes, food is never far behind. And we were all pretty excited to give Wyatt his first taste of s’mores.

Things turned serious pretty fast.

Bubbles and S'mores

I think this is him pleading with me not to blog about it. Oops.

Bubbles and S'mores

Out of respect for his dignity, I won’t post the rest of them. But he didn’t say anything about bubble pictures.

I wish back fat looked that good on me.

Bubbles and S'mores

He was totally mesmerized.

Bubbles and S'mores

And I’m a fan of anything that keeps him from beating me with his toys.

I hope you had a weekend that was as full of fun as ours was!

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Don’t panic, it’s just a speech delay

Don't panic it's just a speech delay

I’m going to apologize in advance if I start to ramble here. Because I probably will. Because I’m feeling a little bit defeated and I just want to write until I magically feel better.

Think it will work? Let’s hope.

Wyatt had his 18 month checkup today. He’s still a little bigger than average, except for his head. I will always thank him for his small head. Always.

He’s doing so well. He’s active and independent and hilarious and healthy. But he doesn’t talk. And this point, we’re officially planted into “speech delay” territory. Part of me wants to scream at the doctor that there’s nothing wrong with my kid. I can see that he’s trying to talk. He’s putting more and more together everyday. I know he’s going to get it. It’s just going to happen on his own time. When he’s ready. Why are we freaking out over this? He’s perfect, dammit.

But I don’t want to ignore it if he really does have a problem. The first step, apparently, is to see an audiologist. I can tell you right now he doesn’t have a hearing problem. Maybe a listening problem. But the kid hears just fine. But hey, if you want to waste my time and money at a specialist, why not?

And after that, they recommend having someone from the school system come to our home and do an assessment. I don’t know why that bothers me so much. I guess I feel like I’m on trial a little bit. Someone is going to come here and tell me all the ways I’ve gone wrong. Maybe I didn’t read to him enough or talk to him enough or play with him enough or sing to him enough. Maybe I let him watch too much TV or let him play with toys that weren’t educational enough or traumatized him every time I’ve gone to the bathroom by myself with the door shut.

Maybe I actually am just a terrible mom and I didn’t know it.

I don’t think that true. But this is the crap going through my head, because I just feel guilty. Not to mention frustrated, scared, pissed off, and sad.

I know I’m overreacting. It’s not like he has cancer. Or a brain injury. Or is paralyzed. In the grand scheme of things, this is going to be small. I know. But he’s my baby and when something goes wrong, even something little, I’m allowed to worry. I just have to freak out and get worked up and then let it go. It’s what I do.

What I do know right now is that my kid is amazing. Even if he did just try to sit in a toy dump truck and keeps stuffing toys up his pants legs.

Just look at that perfection (I don’t care if I’m biased)

Wyatt

If your kids have dealt with similar issues, I’d LOVE to hear from you. How you handled it. What brand of wine you drink. Whether or not you’re willing to send me cupcakes.

I also accept donations of cookies and pie.

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