Category: Toddlers

Monday Morning Gets a Bad Wrap; But Sunday Night Can Be A B*TCH Too!

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Last night at 9:30pm my stomach decided to do flips and twists in the middle of The Talking Dead summer special. Was it the wonderful dinner I had cooked? Would the hubs and the kid get sick too? Would I puke on the den carpet because I was too engrossed in the TV show to get to the toilet in time? I willed the queasiness away.

Last night at 11:45pm the boy cried out. Had he puked? Many prayers were said as I walked down the hall towards his room. No puke; but the bug bites (he is so allergic to bug bites) that he collected over the weekend were giving him a fit. Calamine lotion, soothing voice, glass of water and then I leave the room.

This morning at 12:45am the wee lad cries out again. I pray for no vomit. Nope, he is still itchy and thirsty and now hot. I go into the hall to turn up the air conditioning and only get an odd noise. SERIOUSLY? I open his door to let in the cooler air coming up from downstairs that has made the master bedroom comfortable. I lay down beside him and fall asleep until…

1:15am the kid is tossing and turning making himself too hot to cool off. Still itchy and thirsty I give him water, a dose of Benadryl, and some soothing words. I wish someone would give me some soothing words because we all know the panic spiral your brain goes down at 1:15am on a school night!!! I had a presentation at 8:00am. Would I wake up with my alarm? Is my alarm set? Would the kid ever go to sleep?

This morning at 3:15am I was still awake but the boy was asleep. I decide to creep back into bed with the hubs. My mind shifted from typical late night panic attack topics, to a constant string of prayers that the boy would not wake up again.

This morning at 5:45am the alarm goes off. Somehow I make it out the door with a jovial kid, two blueberry muffins and a huge cup of coffee. I am also dressed appropriately to make a presentation in front of college students.

On this day, Sunday night and Monday morning tag teamed me trying to show their muscles. Whatever fools – I’ve got this. I have no idea what I said during my presentation; but I received very positive feedback on it so it’s all good!!

Bring it on Tuesday!

Just kidding – please be nice to me.

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The Scarface Reveal and Other Truths About Life

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Our little scarface

Yesterday morning I dressed up our little man in the exact same t-shirt that his dad wore in a school photo in the late seventies.  We thought it would be great to have two generations of Pinkelton’s wearing the same shirt in a class photo. What we didn’t plan on was the road rash on the boy’s face; but after two days of me slathering the scrapes with Neosporin it actually doesn’t look too bad. 

The photographers thought his shirt was awesome and as you can tell by the smile on his face he had a pretty good time. This experience as mommy fashion/makeup artist has taught me that: 
1. We have a rough and tumble son.
2. Rough and tumble sometimes includes the face.
3. Everyone loves Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
4. Whatever you plan on. . . plan on that not happening.

Have a great Wednesday! 

Face Plant? I Don’t Care!

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24 hours before his pretty face hit the pavement.

On Tuesday, April 30th a photographer will be visiting our son’s school to capture images of the angelic sweet faces of the students.

This past Saturday April 27th our son face planted in a parking lot. Smack dab in the middle of his forehead is road rash as well as the right side of his little button nose. Do I care? Yes. Did he care? Hell no. He dropped two, maybe three tears and kept going. He had dirt to throw and dog poop to run through. Who cares if there is bleeding. Mad Max like scars are cool!

I know he is two, and boys will be boys; but I won’t be surprised if I get a call asking if we really want to have his picture taken this time. He is not exactly ready for his closeup. However, I’m sure it wont be the first time they have photographed a daredevil.

After my initial disappointment of what his face would look like, I had a eureka moment – I could make a Fight Club t-shirt for him to wear in the photo! Tyler Durden on a two year-old is completely appropriate.

Check back for either posted photos or details of our conversation with DFACS.