No more UB

Today will be the last day that we mention Underwear Boy. It's time to get him a new name. I'm not really sure what the new name should be. Any suggestions?

I was utterly disgusted when I researched my site and found that even though my site was being "googled", they found it by googling something to do with underwear and boys and other stuff that made me sick.

I just can't believe that there are sickos out there lurking everywhere. I put these pictures of my sweet little boy in innocence and some freakos are looking for I don't know what. I'm not even really sure what these people did on my site, I'm hoping they only read it, but I'm not taking chances of having perverts 'Google' for those things and end up on my site.

So UB will only be referred to as UB until I find him a new name.

On another subject, I haven't really been feeling great. Major PMS. Maybe that's what made me write this post. Every month is different. This month is a bad one. I feel bad because my family doesn't understand. There are times when I am just sensitive to what everyone says, or am bothered by the way people look at me. There are times when I don't really care what they think.

Depression is a major part of this 'thing' that happens. I just don't want to get out of bed and do anything, I just want to sit down somewhere in a corner and cry. I don't want to talk to anyone , don't want anyone to touch me or mess with me. I just want to be left alone.

It's easy for people who don't experience this to say "Just get over it", "snap out of it" ,"you're being a witch","you're not a very nice person". But when you feel like I described, you have a hard time relating to anything.

I'm not suicidal or anything, so don't worry. I'm actually good. It's just every once in a while that the depression hits. I think it's mainly when I'm feeling overwhelmed. Like having to get up to make breakfast, then cleaning the breakfast dishes, then starting all over to make lunch and then dinner. Add putting laundry in the washer then the dryer then putting it away. Next add teaching an ADHD child and you've got yourself a fine recipe for depression. Especially when you yourself don't think you are living to any one's expectations during this fine time.

I have to say that I've controlled it a lot better, but it's still hard. I do pray constantly during these times and although prayer does help, I still fell the way I do. Eventually in several days I know it will all disappear as if nothing ever happened to me.

So I ask ya'll to be patient me, pray for me during these times, but mostly just love me (from a distance) if that makes any sense at all. And if you see me cry, just let me be, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to.

I am not telling ya'll all this so that you could feel sorry for me, but to make you aware of the fact that not everyone is the same.

So all this to say that yesterday was a bad day for me. I also get these headaches that are not really headaches, but that's what I compare them to. There is pressure around my eyes, forehead and my neck. I know that if I lay down to sleep for 15 minutes or so, it will go away, but there is no rest for me at this house.

Hubster's cousin called and invited us over for roast, black eyed peas, and all the other fixin's. I really didn't want to go. I just wanted to stay home away from people. But I knew it was important to Hubster. We went and as we were going, I was asking God to just guide me through the evening moment by moment.

I stayed quiet because when I open my mouth, my tongue forms these words that usually should be followed with my foot in my mouth. So I just smiled and nodded. (I learned that from my friend Kari) so thank you Kari!

We usually have get togethers at my house. I love having them at my house. It just depends on who comes over. Because certain people help me in the kitchen and certain people don't. I'm usually the one to cook all day (alone) and then clean up (alone). So last night I sat in the living room with the other adults and talked with other the adults. Then when it was time to eat, I sat down and waited at the table. It was nice to have someone pour me some tea, or pick my plate up after I finished. I thought I would feel bad for not helping, but no way, I actually felt good about it. No guilty feelings at all. Woo hoo!!!

So next time you encounter a woman experiencing PMS, just remember, her symptoms might be very different than yours, so be patient with her. And if you feel like I do, just smile and nod!!!!!!

What's the going rate for the Tooth Fairy?

For those of you that asked if the Tooth Fairy came to visit Underwear Boy, the answer is yes. The Tooth Fairy at this house pays well for the first tooth, $5, but after that, the price goes down to under a $1.

The Tooth Fairy at this house is quite proud of the first lost tooth.

Before bed that night, while tucking Underwear Boy in and giving him a good night kiss, I saw that he had his tooth in a baggie and had the baggie towards the middle of the pillow. Normally, that wouldn't be such a bad idea, but when your child sleeps on the top bun, it makes it quite difficult to reach up and grab the package in order to make the exchange.

I told him to move it towards the side closest to the floor. "No mom, it has to be in the middle under my pillow". I was already wondering how the Tooth Fairy was going to reach up there.

When it was time for the Tooth Fairy to make the exchange, she reached up and found Underwear Boy sleeping soundly with the package wound up tightly in his hand. So now the TF had to figure out how to get it out without waking him up. Tiptoeing as high as she could, because the wings were broken that night so she couldn't fly, she reached in with one hand to remove the package and with the other hand stuck the money in his hand.

It was a little difficult for the TF, but she's a woman, she handled it well and with only a few minor bruises from the rails of the bunk bed.

He woke up and found the money then came to our bedroom and said proudly, "mom, dad, the Tooth Fairy came and left me a dollar, but that's OK because I only wanted a dollar." Hubster and I look at each other because I knew that it was more than that. I look and ask him what number was on the bill. His eyes got big and said "5". Still not understanding the whole concept of money, he says "It's a dollar with a 5 on it. I have a dollar 5."

Maybe I can exchange the 5 for a 1 and he won't know. Just kidding!

Yes, it's hard to believe that he is only 4 and already losing teeth. As a mom, I keep telling myself that he's still too young, but the dentist said he was right on track. But maybe also as a mom, the realization is hitting that my baby is not a baby anymore.

What is the Tooth Fairy, if you believe in it, or what are you giving for teeth when they fall out of get pulled out of your children's mouth?

Will the tooth fairy come to my house?

My baby lost his first baby tooth yesterday. It made me realize that my baby is growing up. They grow up so fast. When he went to the dentist, the dentist told him that his bottom two teeth were loose. Yesterday while in karate, he told me that his bottom tooth is wiggling. He wiggled it with his finger just to show me it’s true.

While Adventure Boy was in karate, Underwear Boy was sitting on my lap wiggling his tooth. He said that the tooth fairy was going to visit him that night. When AB was done with karate, UB approached him and showed him his almost out loose tooth. AB grabbed it and out it came.

UB came running to me with a huge grin and blood all over his face saying that the tooth fairy was coming to his house that night. When I asked him where his tooth is, he informed me that AB lost it when he pulled it out.

I walked over to the crime scene and asked AB where the tooth was, he shrugged his shoulders and casually told me that he didn’t know, it fell somewhere on the floor, but did I see that UB’s tooth was out because he pulled it out for his brother. Never mind that sentimental, pack rat mom didn’t have her baby’s first lost tooth.

It didn’t even bother them that the tooth was lost. AB was just proud that he helped and UB was glad his loose tooth that the dentist told him would come out finally did.

But someone had the tooth and they gave it to me. Now sentimental, pack rat mom can put it away in the drawer that has all the other memories and what nots of the boys.

Underwear Boy was quite proud of this new hole in his mouth. He showed everyone in the waiting room at karate and everyone was nice enough to make nice comments. UB even asked if he looked 'cool'.

We went to run an errand after karate and while I was paying, I notice a gentleman glaring at UB. I look over and UB is showing him his missing tooth. Not saying a word, just doing this.

The man apparently didn’t care too much for the show because he was not too happy. I wanted to give him an ugly look and tell him to chill out. I kept my cool and told UB to stop harassing the NICE man because it looked like HE didn’t want to be bothered.

Then I gave him a nice mommy grin and left. Don’t mess with my baby mister!

The moods of Underwear Boy

Underwear Boy has been a little like us women……hormonal. I’m not sure what the proper way to say it for boys is, maybe testosternal? Whatever it is, UB has it.

He’s got seasonal asthma and this year’s seasons have been real doozies. He had a cough for several weeks. Not so bad during the day, but pretty severe at night and when he played. He never complained about being sick. He just went on with his daily orneriness.

After several weeks, I decided it was time to see the Dr. I figured if I was overreacting, the Dr. would tell me. After being examined, the Dr. concluded that his asthma was still hanging around and his small airways were a little blocked.

He prescribed a medicine that he has to take two teaspoons twice a day. Needless to say, this is making him extremely moody. One minute he’s happy and laughing, the next he’s crying. Sounds like his momma. Poor kid.

On Sunday, as we were getting dressed to go to church, he was happy. As soon as it was time to tie his shoes, he started to cry. Saying he didn’t want to go to church, he just wanted to stay home.

In the car, he’s fine. Still sucking those fingers and while he’s doing that he’s happy. When we get to church, he starts to cry again. We persuade him to get out of the car and we proceed inside. While walking inside, hubster and I are trying to make him feel better.

Me: You like going in your Sunday school class.
UB: No, I want to go in Ms. Maggies
Hub: But you have so much fun in Ms Melissas.
UB: No I don’t, we just play
Me: You get to do crafts in her class and you like that
UB: I only like to do crafts on Sunday’s
Hub: But today is Sunday
UB: I mean only on Tuesday’s

He’s still crying when this is all over. Hubster was teaching so he leaves to go to class. I am still trying to console Underwear Boy and trying him to get in his Sunday school class. Surprisingly, I have some patience. I ordered some up that day. Actually, I think I’m feeling guilty because I didn’t take him to the Dr. before he got this bad and now feel like it’s my fault.

I inform Ms Melissa about what is happening and then bribe UB with some candy to go in his class. By this time he’s laughing with his friends. All is well!

Until the next mood swing.

A cup is a cup

This is the back of a motorcycle.

This is what Underwear Boy uses to drink water out of and to rinse his mouth out after brushing his teeth. Underwear Boy and this item have a special bond.

Can you find this object in the first picture?

Can I go to the store in my pajamas?

"But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed."

Luke 5:16

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While usually running around in underwear, lately he's bee wearing pajamas (they are part of the chlothes category) AND I think those socks are from his daddy's drawer.

I'm not really sure, but I'm thinking that Underwear Boy is a little cold in this house.

What do you think?

Adventures of Underwear Boy!

"Every good and perfect gift is from above"

James 1:17

UB is one of the wild boys. But his sweet innocent look with those big brown eyes makes me melt all over.

For the last couple of days UB has been doing some crazy things. For example, when I go check on the while they are playing outside,
I ask UB "Why is Cinnamon's back all wet?"
He says "Because I tee-teed on her?"

I guess he asks because he wants to test me to see if I know the correct way things happened?
I do have eyes behind my head you know, and besides moms know everything.

So then I ask UB "Why is the little dog wet?"
He says "Because I tried to give her a bath?"
"With what?" I ask because the water hose is not squirting water
"With my kool-aid mom" man, I guess I don't know everything

I come back inside to try to finish the 10th project I've started for the day. When I hear UB come running inside the house running away from his brother.
"What's going on?" I ask
"AB is trying to get me mom"
At this point I know something happened.

AB comes running in and says "Mom, UB threw a screwdriver at me and hit me on the back"
UB looks innocent and says "I just wanted him to play with me mom"

I send them outside again. When I go outside AGAIN to check on them, the quiet outside is just not normal, I find them digging a hole and UB is trying to fill it up with his tee-tee. I guess even superheroes have to pee a lot.

I stay out for a while and read the newspaper when I look up and don't see UB. He disappears because he is a super hero after all.

I get up to go look for him and when I open the back door, there is wet stuff all over the floor. My first thought is that it's pee, but then I see UB walking towards me with no shirt on. This is the conversation that happens.
Me- "Why is this floor wet?"
UB - "Because my water spilled"
Me- "Did you clean it up?"
UB - "Yes, I had to use my shirt because that's all I could find"
Me - "Your good clean shirt?"
UB - "Duh mom, It's not clean anymore I had to use it to clean the water up so that you won't get mad at me"

Then this is pretty much the way the rest of the day went.
He broke something.
He tried to glue it back again with tape.
He harassed the little dog.
He tried to ride the big dog.
He threw his toys all over his room trying to find that one little toy that is on the bottom of the toy box.
He threw more stuff at his brother.

But the best part was when I was tucking him in and he had his arms around me and giving me kisses and hugs. When I tried to break free from his hold, he said "not yet mom, I still have 300 more hugs and kisses to give you"

Thank you God for my good and perfect gift.

Never fear..................UB is here!!!!!!!!

What did he just say?

"Your Father knows exactly what you need even before you ask him!"

Matthew 6:8

When you don't know what it is you need. God knows.
When you think you can't pray because you don't know what to say. God knows.
When you think you just can't go on anymore. God knows.

He knows what you need even before you know. He loves you and He will do anything for you.
Rely on God and let him take care of you. He will help.
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The phone man was here trying to figure out what was wrong with the phone line that runs to my alarm. You see, I'm a chicken and I need that alarm turned on at night. Especially when Loren is not in town.

I was outside with the phone man while he was trying to explain to me what he found wrong with my phone line. Apparently, I'm not feeding my gophers enough, because they are eating my phone line. I think it's just because they are too scared to come out of their holes because Cinnamon will kill them. So they just stay underground trying to find food and when they have eaten all they can, they start on the phone line.

While talking to this nice phone man, underwear boy (better known as little boy) opens the garage door and yells loud enough for even the cows in the pasture to hear,
"Mom, get your big fat butt back in here!"

Umm, what did he just say?

My face started to burn, I think I was actually under tanning lights or something. The phone man suppressed a giggle and I said in my June Cleaver voice, through clenched teeth.
"OK, buddy, I'll be in in a minute"

I really don't remember much of the rest of the conversation, because I was thinking of all the things I wanted to do to underwear boy. You know, should I hang him upside down from the ceiling fan? Should I duct tape him on the wall in his underwear, those kind of things.

When I came in, I took care of underwear boy. No, I didn't hurt him (too bad). He's still up and about trying to harass the little dog, so I guess he's OK.