So, I’m not sure if you’ve ever seen one of these head massagers, but if you ever happen by one in a store, buy it immediately. These things are amazing!
Cadence wasn’t too sure about it when her Uncle Collin first tried to put it on her head. She had too much energy to sit still, so I had to plan a sneak attack when she crawled up on the couch and sat next to me.
All you parents out there want to know how to instantly calm your kids and put them in a near trance-like state?
Two words = head massager.
Seriously, I didn’t even know my energetic 2-year-old daughter was capable of sitting still for so long.
Of course, Cadence wanted to be a big girl and try it herself, but after nearly gouging herself right in the eyeball, Uncle Collin stepped in to help while Cadence helped her Pawpoo Shawn with his paperwork…
We all started cracking up when, after about 10 minutes of head massaging, Cadence started to look like this…
Too bad we didn’t know about this little contraption last year when Cadence dressed as a rockstar for Halloween! Tell me she couldn’t totally rock an 80’s hair band with that ‘do!
I missed my blog post yesterday. Total 365 Project failure folks. I’d like to say, I did try. After the long day of packing and traveling and utter mayhem, I put Cadence down to sleep and turned on my laptop to discover two things:
1. Pawpoo Shawn changed the password on his wireless network, and
2. I just didn’t have the energy or the motivation to try logging in with my phone to post.
So, here I am tonight instead, making up for lost time and filling you in on yesterday’s craziness.
But first, let’s back up a few days…
So, as you all know, I’ve been battling some fierce allergies this spring. I’ve never had allergies so bad, and there have been several days that I’ve given serious though to just sewing my nostrils shuts to keep the pollen out of my sinuses. If I didn’t hate breathing out of my mouth so much, I just might have tried it.
Steven keeps telling me that he thinks I’m sick, that it can’t be allergies. And then, as if to prove his point, he goes and gets sick over the weekend. He even had to stay home from work Monday and Tuesday because he was a coughing, sneezing, achy, congested mess. So, maybe I was a little sick, but everyone at Steve’s office said this kind of cruddy flu has been going around for a couple of weeks, so we’re not the only ones suffering.
Since Steven was home Monday and Tuesday, I decided to get a jump on packing for my Colorado trip. I’m the world’s worst when it comes to packing. I always put it off until the last minute. And then I stress myself (and my poor hubby) out and end up overpacking because I’m just frantically throwing anything and everything that we could possibly want or need into the suitcase. Since it would just be Cadence and I traveling, I didn’t want to overdo it, and I wanted to make sure I packed our carry-on bag smart with a variety of toys and activities and snacks to keep her occupied during the flight.
Mostly, I just didn’t want a repeat of our last flight alone together. In case you need a refresher (and a good laugh), follow the link…
So, I was seriously proud of myself when I managed to get my camera bag and our carry-on/diaper bag fully packed and set aside on Monday. Go me!
Since I’d booked a 7:40 pm flight on Wednesday, I figured I could spent Wednesday morning packing the suitcase. The plan was to get up, get Cadence situated with some breakfast, take a quick shower, turn on a movie to keep Cadence busy while I gathered all of the clothes and bathroom items for the trip, then wait until Steven came home for lunch to pack. Then, I’d have the afternoon for any last minute stuff and time to get Cadence down for a quick nap.
That was the plan. Here’s how it really went down.
Cadence woke up and her crib was soaked. Apparently, she’d taken off her pajamas during the night, and managed to pull her diaper halfway off. So, I got her up, bathed her, got her dressed, and put her in her high chair to eat some breakfast while I stripped her crib and started a load of laundry to wash her sheets.
I sat down for a quick cup of coffee while I went through my email. I wanted to make sure I had all my projects and work stuff taken care of before the trip. And wouldn’t you know that I had half-a-dozen new inquiries and assignments waiting in my inbox that morning, so I spent the next 30 minutes replying while Cadence ate breakfast. I took a quick break to get her cleaned up when she was done eating and rotate the laundry, then spent the next hour or so replying to the rest of the emails and updating my calendar.
At some point, Cadence managed to get into the diaper bag and unpack half of it trying to get to the new Elmo coloring books I’d bought for the trip. Of course, there was the threat of an epic meltdown when I took everything away from her so I could repack the bag, but I managed to pull the good ol’ “bait and switch” by popping Hop into the blu-ray player and bribing her with a fruit snack.
I managed to get the bag repacked by the time Steven came home for lunch, so I sat down and inhaled a plate of leftover spaghetti pie before heading upstairs to pull out all of the clothes Cadence and I would be taking on the trip. Then, I took a quick shower and gathered our toiletries for the trip. By the time Steven headed back to work, I had everything ready, I just needed to put it all in the suitcase.
And then, everything started to go really wrong.
Electra followed Steven out as he left to go back to the office, and was content to spend the afternoon in the yard sniffing and tracking. And Cadence seemed content playing in her kitchen on the sunporch, so I snuck into the bathroom for a moment to pull my wet hair up into a ponytail. I was just finishing up when Cadence suddenly appeared in the doorway.
“Uh-oh Momma. Poop. Poopy potty,” she said.
I had about 3.7 seconds of being excited and thinking that Cadence had come to tell me that she needed to go poop on the potty, but then I realized that she’d already gone and that she was wearing big girl underwear.
You wanna know what’s worse than trying to get a pair of poop-filled underwear off a squirming 2-year-old?
There’s nothing in the world that’s worse than that.
I’m not even exaggerating, folks. You should consider yourself lucky if you both make it out alive.
An hour later, after both of us were sterilized and wearing clean sets of clothes, I started another load of laundry and then took Cadence up to put her down for a nap. She wasn’t tired at all (and in all honesty, I think she’s about ready to drop her afternoon naps), but it was already 2:45 and I hadn’t even started packing the suitcase yet. If nothing else, I figured I could put her in her crib, zip the crib tent closed, and have an hour or two of uninterrupted packing time before we had to head out the door to the airport.
Cadence went in her crib without a fuss, and as I finally began packing the suitcase, I listened to her over the monitor singing her ABC’s and jumping up and down. I managed to get all of our clothes packed, then carried the suitcase downstairs to finish packing the last of our toiletries. The only thing missing was the stack of overnight diapers I’d left sitting on Cadence’s changing table, but those would have to wait until it was time to get her out of bed to go.
I figured I could go ahead and get my camera bag and backpack in the car, so I grabbed the car keys and opened the back door.
In all the afternoon craziness, I’d completely forgotten about Electra, but I saw her as soon as I opened the door, standing off to the patio to my left, half-hidden by one of the planter beds. She looked up at me, as if I’d startled her or interrupted something. Then, she bent down, grabbed something in her mouth, and darted off around the side of the house.
I’d seen just enough of the grayish-brown fur to know it was a rabbit.
Damned if our lazy hound didn’t finally caught herself a rabbit! And of course, it would happen today!
I just shook my head as I put the bags in the car. Then, I went around the side of the house to see if the little bunny had actually survived Electra’s overzealous playfulness.
No such luck.
There was the poor little bunny, stretched out on the sidewalk, and poor Electra licking it and nudging it with her nose, probably wondering why her little friend wasn’t getting up to hop anymore.
I took Electra by the collar and led her in the house, locking her in while I disposed of the carcass. Ugh! It wasn’t even 5:00 and I’d already cleaned up shit and dead bodies. How much worse could this day possibly get? Oh, that’s right, I was getting on a plane with my 2-year-old in a few hours. At that point, I began to prepare myself for the worst.
Luckily, except for my sinuses plugging up tight just in time to board the airplane, I have absolutely no complaints about the trip. We got to the airport early enough to grab some dinner as a family. Cadence and I said goodbye to Steven and managed to make it through security with no issues. Then we boarded the plane and got strapped in for the short flight to Denver. Cadence was content to eat her snacks, color, and watch movies on the Ipad, never once complaining for the entire flight. There were no diaper explosions or screaming trips to the airplane lavatory, no crazy overtired meltdowns, nothing at all.
Thank God. After the day I had, I don’t know if I could have survived it.
And so, we have arrived in Colorado, safe and sound, and we’re having a blast hanging out with Pawpoo Shawn, Granny Wendy, Aunt Whitney and Uncle Collin.
Now, if you’d all pray for us to have an uneventful trip back home on Tuesday, I’d really appreciate it! 🙂
Just had to post a few more to finish up the set. We’ve got the egg-dyeing festivities…
Cadence and Daddy making goofy faces…
A try at a family photo. But, oh wait, where’s Electra?
And here’s what happens when you try to get an uncoordinated hound dog up on a porch swing…
Cadence woke up Easter morning, and the first sounds we heard through the baby monitor were, “Bunny? Bunny? Hide eggs? He’s here! Bunny! Eggs!” So, we hopped out of bed, got her dressed and headed downstairs to investigate. By the back door, we found our empty egg carton, and Cadence was hot on the trail…
And here’s the little drama queen doing her best to squeeze out a tear when we headed back inside and she thought the fun was over.
But as soon as she found out that we get to open and peel all the eggs, she was happy as a clam again and ready to help Daddy…
Luckily, she managed to eat a couple hard boiled eggs and drink some milk before she discovered the candy in her basket…
But all bets were off when she found a Cadbury Egg. Looks like she inherited her parents’ Cadbury Egg addiction. First bite = heaven!
And we wrapped up the day in a chocolate coma, watching movies and baseball and playing with some new toys.
So today officially began the Easter preparations in the Romano household. Yeah, nothing like waiting until the last minute. But, with Cadence being just 2, we figured we would hold out as long as possible to take full advantage of her short attention span.
Boy are we glad we did.
From the minute we first told her about the Easter Bunny coming to our house to hide eggs, we’ve heard nothing else.
She managed to do about 175 laps of the house, both inside and out, searching high and low for Mr. Easter Bunny, waffling back and forth between feverish excitement and absolute terror.
She doesn’t quite know what to think about Mr. Easter Bunny. Can’t say I blame her. I’m not sure how well I explained that we were dying eggs today and that Mr. Bunny was going to come while she slept and hide them in the yard so that she could go find them in the morning. I guess maybe I should have explained that Mr. Bunny is welcome in the house, and that his nocturnal raid of our refrigerator is all in fun and not really breaking and entering with malicious intent.
Hmm…maybe that explains why she’s already woken up twice tonight from nightmares.
Boy oh boy, just wait until we remind her about Santa Claus this year.
So, for tonight, I’ll leave you with just a small teaser of the photos I took of our egg-dyeing extravaganza today. Tune in tomorrow for a whole lot more Easter-y fun!
Technically, Cadence has been to a baseball game before. Back in July, her Pawpoo, Granny, Aunt Whitney and Uncle Collin took her to a Colorado Rockies baseball game. At just under 1 1/2 years, she was a little less inclined to actually sit still and be content through a whole 9 innings, but she did really well. Steven even claims that Cadence is a lucky baseball charm because he caught a foul ball off the bat of Melky Cabrera in the 7th inning. But, now that Cadence is over 2 and has watched a whoooooooooooole lot of baseball with her Daddy (Let’s Go Mets!), it’s safe to say that baseball is her favorite sport.
Cadence’s Papa Duane and Grandma Jayne came to visit for the weekend, and we all headed out to the Husker baseball game on a beautiful March afternoon. The minute we walked into Haymarket Park and Cadence got her first glimpse of the boys on the field, she started hollering, “Oooh baseball! Baseball!” With the exception of a couple innings where we headed over to the kids’ playground and took a walk to eat a funnel cake, Cadence spent the entire afternoon clapping, dancing, hollering, laughing, and cheering for the Huskers.
Yeah, that’s our girl! 🙂
Here are a few of my favorite photos from our day at the game…