My bad boys!

Elijah certainly defies logic sometimes. One minute, hes clueless then next minute, hes thinking on his feet like a strategist! He has been potty trained since November 2006, and toilet trained for a whole 23 days now! I am very proud of him for all the efforts he tries to make while being a big boy! He insist on using the toilet all by himself, door closed with a book in hand. (Not a far stretch from a man!) This morning, I am sitting at my computer desk typing an email when I hear this sound "Mommmmmmmy, come here, NOW" so I spring outta my seat like a lion who saw a zebra fall. And walk into his bathroom to see his little hand covered in green poop, and his underwear around his ankles. I thought to myself "What and how the hell did you do that?!" Just as I get him to wash his hands, Pate comes flying into the bathroom. B/c you know running water near Peyton is like a fly being drawn to the light, its happening whether you want it to or not! I remove The Pate from the bathroom, to return to poopy hand man, where I realize that the sink is filled with all of these soap bubbles, and Elijah's arms are slick and slippery! It took me a min to acess what happened before the "Mommmmmy, come here now!" Elijah pooped (Ok, so I havent figured out how the poop got on his hand, but thats not hard to figure out!) so he attempted to clean his hand with baby shampoo that I stupidly left on the bathroom sink counter last night, after giving the boys a bath. And in the process spilled it on himself, the counter and the floor!
I cleaned up Eli, and the shampoo and told Eli "When I was pregnant 3.5 years ago, I never would have thought of all the things I would have to do as mommy!" Wait, something else just happened as I was typing this! I gave Eli a bowl of cereal because "I so starving" and now Peyton is sitting on the floor eating it. Theres milk and cereal and a very happy Peyton! Oy Vey!!

Elijah is THREE!!!!!

Heres the birth story I typed up three years ago!

While standing in the kitchen, I felt a trickle
of
water going down my leg. I really didnt think to
much
of it, because I just left the bathroom and
thought
that it was just some pee. So as I walked into my
bedroom to change, I realized that the trickle of
water was still coming and my pants were soaked.
This
all happened at 11:00 on Saturday night. After
realizing that my water MAY have indeed broken, I
like
an idiot waited. For what?? Pain, contractions,
anything that would indicate labor in the near
future.
I wasnt convinced that my water had broken b/c
when I
sat down it stopped. (the baby's head was
blocking the
water from flowing out) So i got on the internet
surfed a bit, just kept myself busy. Nothing was
coming out for a little while so I thought that
ok,
maybe I peed a little on myself. After I got
bored on
the net, I went and layed next to David in the
bed and
thats when the dam broke and the water came a
flowin!
So after I woke him up and went to change again,
I
came back and he was half sleepily trying to get
dressed and find the phone number to the L/D
department of the hospital. Once he found it, I
called
and they said that I need to just keep a check on
the
contractions, and come in when they are really
close.
I told her that I wasnt having any contractions,
and
that my back was killing me. She told me that I
need
to get my butt to the hospital asap. (Asap b/c my
contractions needed to be started soon).
So I get to the hospital at 1:00 (b/c of all the
waiting around and surfin the net, 2 hours had
passed,
it only took 5 mins to get to the hospital.) They
find
me a bed and hook me up to the monitor, give me
an IV
of saline solution and tell me that once they get
an
empty bed in the labor/delivery rooms (I was in
the
"early labor" room) i will be the first on in the
l/d
room. Well I think that EVERYONE in Albany
Georgia
was giving birth or something b/c I didnt get
into the
l/d room till about 4:30. The bed was so damn
uncomfy
that I couldnt sleep in.
So anyway 4:30 I finally get to a comfy bed and
try to
sleep. Well the nurse came in to check and see
if I
was dialated any bit at 6:30. Of course I wasnt
so
guess what she decided to do??? Yep, induce! So
at
6:45 am I was put on pitocin. Contractions
started
immediatly, they were tolerabe at the beginning,
I
beared through them. So after about an hour of
bearable contractions and still no dialation,
they
upped the pitocin. The next two hours or so I had
such
horrible contractions I thought that the world
was
ending (little did i know that was just the
beginning)
they couldnt give me an epideral b/c i still
hadnt
dialated to the alloted 4cm. They offered me
some
pain meds, that I thought that I could do
without, but
finally gave in. At 11:00 I was given meds, they
managed to wear off in like an hour or so. But
trust
me they were so wonderful while they lasted. At
some
point after they wore off I realized that I
couldnt
close my hands, they were swollen beyond
recognition.
Come to find out that my face and feet were also
swollen, and that my blood pressure was sky
rocketting. So they monitored me and upped the
saline
solution so that I wouldnt dehydrate. At around
12:30
I finally made it to 4cm, and of course I wanted
the
epi.
The anasteciologist (sp?) came in and preformed
my
epi. AS he was doing it, I was trying to
convince
myself that the needle going through my back was
all
worth it b/c I will be numb soon. I indeed was
numb in
a few mins, but only on my left side. I was
feeling
these unbeleivably horrible contractions in my
right
leg, right side of my back and the right side of
my
butt. I told the nurse about it and she said
that I
needed to wait and see if it will kick in on the
right. While I am dieing in the bed with right
side
contractions I asked the nurse who was being a
bitch
if she had any kids. No, she didnt. So that
pissed me
off, so I kept telling her that the epi wasnt
working.
She told me that she would find the
anasteciologist.
Well she did and it would take a few mins for him
to
get there. Well a few mins turned into 45 mins.
Once
the anasteciologist got there, he took out the
one he
previously did, and put in a new one. So that
meant
that my left side of my body was double numb, and
the
right side was just numb.
So after the second epi kicked in, the midwife
ran in
the room in a panic and threw an oxygen mask on
me,
and sat me up and told me that I needed to keep
this
on b/c my blood pressure was sky rocketing. So
from
1:00-3:00 I was stuck with an oxygen mask on
laying
down, and my upper back was killing me from not
moving! So after 2 hours, I was checked still
not
dialated past 4cm. She sat me up in the bed and
told
me that if I wasnt dialated anymore by 3:30, they
were
going to have to do a c-section, because I was
already
in the hospital 14 hours and not dialating to
well. So
at 3:00 I sat up and waitied for 3:30 to come
along.
WEll once it did, the nurse checked me and I was
8.5
cm. Boy that was a relief, I didnt want a
c-section.
So after more waiting, I was fully dialated at
4:15,
and began pushing at 4:20. Four contractions
later my
baby boy was born! At 4:34pm. It only took 14
mins of
pushing, which to my suprise was extremely
simple. I
was so scared prior to the whole pushing thing
that
the hardest part would be pushing. For me the
contractions were 500% worse than the pushing. On
my
last push I felt this slight pressure and then a
releif and then I heard my little man scream.
During the pushing, they had put a mirror in
front of
me so I could see his head, oh my god, that was
the
second most amazing sight i have ever seen in my
life.
The first being that moment that i saw my son,.
I
cried like a baby, all I could do was cry and
stare at
him and rub him.
Oh, and during this whole process, my "lovely"
sister
who managed to stay in the room was snapping
pictures.
I told her that if I saw that camera one more
time i
was going to shove it up her @$$.
Thats the labor part, I wont bore yall with the
rest
of the details about the after birth stuff, like
how I
was so numb on my left side that 12 hours later
my
left leg was still immobile thanks to the 2 epis.
Elijah Miguel Boyd was born on May 16, 2004 at
4:34
pm. He weighed 5lbs 15oz, 18 3/4 in long. Oh and
he
has a head full of hair!!

April 26, 2007 - Thursday


For my child

The color of my skin doesn't determine my character

I am not a slave to the typical sight you see

The way I wear my hair doesn't determine my strength

Every person has a right to be seen and heard

No one has the right to take away anything you don't give them


Dont rape my soul because you dont believe in me

Dont take my innocence and naive thinking away from me

Teach me how to do things rather than harass me with your words

Show me your way is better, and I may see your point

Make me better for those around me


Feel my strength, hear the words I speak, see my truth

Listen when I tell you what that my world is brand new

You can take away from me what you want, but you cant take me down

Roll your eyes, arch your back, thumbs up or thumbs down, don't mean smack

Your impression of me, makes me, love me even more


Oppression, Impression, Discussion, these words all look alike

Take these words and make them yours

Dont stop talking, make yourself heard, speak out loud

Stand up tall, be your own self, everyone wants to spectate

Kick them in the ass, by not stepping to their level

Be brave, be strong, be who you are.

Buttons and Ice Cream!

Well lets see, Peyton has arrived in walking land, so now everyday is a total adventure!! He discovered buttons recently, and is attracted mostly to ones that include lights, such as the XBOX or the green light of the monitor power button! Watch out buttons, Peyton is coming to seek revenge on you! He is driving Elijah freaking crazy b/c now not only does he press buttons on things, he can make use of what the buttons can do! Elijah was attempting to watch Pirates of the Carribean, and Peyton thought that wasnt such a bright idea! Well the idea was bright, and so was the button that ejected the POC disc from the drive! Peyton slowly wanders over to the xbox, and pushes the button (you know its green, and its calling to him!) takes out the disc and walks away laughing!! The boy is only 10 months old, and has figured a way to get on his big brothers nerves! Way to go Pate!!
Eli is far from innocent! Hes a lil monster if I have ever seen one! He has this idea that he can go where ever it is that he sees on Tv, or reads in a book! Nothing like having a hissy fit b/c we cant wake up and go straight to Sodor Island to party with Thomas the Tank! Or how mommy got a book from the library for him, and thought he would enjoy it because it was about one of his fave things: trucks!! All kinds of trucks; dump trucks, garbage trucks, tow trucks, yadda yadda! Oh and dont let me forget the most important truck to a two year old! An I-C-E C-R-E-A-M truck!! Oh yeah, nothing like freaking out and throwing and thrashing yourself on the floor b/c the stupid icecream man in our neiborhood doenst ever come around! It seems like he comes around once every 5 months or so, if that! I guess when the icecream mand needs extra money! LOL And on top of that we have an icecream lady! She rarely has the stuff she has advertised anyway, so what the big deal Eli! AND you never seem to eat the ice cream we buy from her anyway! Remember the Dreamsicle that "I have to, have to, have to have mommy" that the ants ate?!

Teething Fun!

About 2 mins ago, I discovered Peyton's sixth tooth! If he weren't bothering me, I would have never discovered it! As normal, I wasnt paying 100 percent attention to Pate, so he tugged on my pants, and demanded some mommy attention! I picked him up and played with him, and he flashed me the biggest Pate smile he could possibly make, and I gave him a big ole hug! Well perhaps the hug was a weee bit to hard because he grunted! For some reason, it reminded me of his fifth tooth popping in, which was yesterday, so I checked for a new one! Low and Behold there was tooth number six! Hes been getting teeth in, since four months old, so hes been teething forever! Poor little guy! Eli got his first tooth at 5 months, and then at 10 months, got 4 more teeth.
Speaking of Eli, I might as well tell of today's Eli adventure!! We went to Target to get JJ a pirate thing, and to pick up a few more things that I needed. Well Eli decided that he was going to go with me, so I thought it was a great time to pick out some new sandals, since the ones that were currently glued to his feet were so ridiculously small. (Come on now, I have size 11 feet and David has size 12 or something monstrous like that!) So we pulled into the oh so narrow isles of the children's shoe section. Which is about as fun to navigate as it would be to navigate a darn ant farm! And as I tried not to run anything over, I had to remind Eli that he cant touch every shoe he sees! Too late, mission failed, three pair of shoes off the rack! "Accident mom!" he told me! Hmmmmm, right! LOL
We looked at all the cool flip flops and sandals with every cartoon/animated character you could imagine on it. We narrowed it down to Thomas the Tank and Diego, only to find out that they had shoes in sizes that were to small for my big footed monster! After further searching, I found a pair of size 10 Diego sandals, and Eli is so excited! He kicked off one of his sandals, only for me to figure out why he was so excited to get new sandals.....mommy put his shoes on the wrong feet!! Yeah, I was so flustered right before we left, mommy brain! LOL! I tried one of the shoes on him, and he said NOPE the second I Velcroed it!! Long story short, the excitement wore off pretty darn quickly! He stopped talking, just said "no shoes today mom" and so we didn't buy any shoes.